The Wife’s Orgy Urge 2.

Eric arrived home at two in the morning. Rita had been asleep for hours and she only stirred and mumbled something when he crawled into bed beside her. The next morning she was up early, however, showered and dressed in white shorts and a crisp, striped blouse. After preparing his favorite breakfast, she brought it to him on a tray.

“What’s all this?” he asked, sitting up in bed, staring at her in surprise.

Rita sat on the bed facing him and shrugged, her tits undulating seductively under her clothes. “You’re so busy all the time and we hardly ever see each other any more.”

Eric’s cock twitched and he looked away from her quickly, sipped his coffee and began eating. “Rita, I know I’ve been neglecting you but it won’t last much longer. Another week. Two at the most.”

“Do you still love me?” she asked, her eyes suddenly sparkling with unshed tears.

“Of course.”

“And if you stopped loving me, you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?” Her hand made lazy circles on his thigh.

“Yes. But that won’t happen,” he answered and his cock jumped again in response to her touch.

“Good,” Rita murmured as she pulled down the sheets to free his growing prick to her gaze. Her mouth began to water at the thought of tasting his jism, but suddenly Eric was moving away from her, covering himself with the sheet. She looked up in surprise and hurt.

“Rita, honey, I’ve gotta go,” he said lamely.

Before she could move or make a sound, he practically ran from the room. She curled up in a ball in the warm place where he had been and listened to the shower while her hands cupped and rubbed her cunt-mound. The itch was back and she would have to find some way to scratch it.

“I’ll be late again tonight,” he said as he kissed her good-bye at the door.

Rita nodded and closed the door behind him suddenly feeling lost and alone. Is this how it feels when you lose your husband? She wondered. Somehow she kept her worries at bay and her itch under control and managed to fill the morning with household chores. After lunch she worked on her tan and read, but it was almost impossible to keep her mind on her book. Just as she was making a sandwich for her dinner, the phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Rita. It’s Brad Westgate.”

“Howdy,” she said, trying to keep the welcome sound out of her voice.

“Listen, I’m alone this evening. Would you and Eric like to come over for a drink?”

“Eric’s working late,” Rita said, looking around the empty room, “but I’d love to come over.”

“Good. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” “Okay!”

Freshening her make-up and brushing her shining black hair, Rita put on white slacks made of a satiny material that outlined her cunt-mound suggestively and a lacy, low-cut top with only one button. Admiring herself in the mirror, she ran her hands down her shapely thighs and smiled prettily. Satisfied with her looks, she picked up her purse, locked the door behind her and strolled around the lake in the late evening sunshine toward Brad’s house.

Brad met her at the door with a drink in one hand and a charmingly handsome smile on his face. “That outfit is a knock-out!”

“Thank you,” she answered and followed him inside. Her hair was a little wind-blown and the walk had brought a healthy flush to her cheeks. Except for the nagging worry about the state of her marriage, she felt beautiful.

“Let’s go downstairs,” he suggested and led the way to a narrow set of carpeted stairs. The bottom of the stairs opened into a huge rec room. To Rita it looked almost as big as a gymnasium with a big screen TV, an elaborate bar done in black leather and chrome that took up one corner, a stone fireplace and lots of comfortable sofas and chairs with big fluffy cushions.

“This is nice,” she said, sinking onto a nearby sofa and feeling immensely at ease.

“Thank you. What’ll it be?” he asked, moving behind the bar.

“Screwdriver,” she answered.

“Sorry, lady, I gotta fix this bus,” he said, using a punch-line from an old joke.

Rita picked up on it quickly and laughed. She was still smiling and shaking her head when he put the cold glass in her hand. Their eyes met and he leaned forward and kissed her full, sensuous lips. She returned the kiss running her hand up the nape of his neck to entwine her fingers in his wavy hair.

“Rita,” he whispered when their lips parted but it was almost too late for words.

She put the glass down on a nearby glass-topped table and reached for him with both hands, her tongue snaking into his mouth, her braless tits pressing into his chest. Scooting lower on the sofa, she pulled him on top of her, loving the feel of his weight. His hard-muscled body lined up with hers and he put his hands up under her blouse to squeeze and knead the delicious globes of tit-flesh that were hidden there. They pressed against each other for a long time, hands roving, tongues battling and her pelvis grinding against his hard cock.

With a little growl, Rita pushed him gently away and slipped out from under him. He watched as she stood up and unbuttoned her revealing blouse. Slowly, teasingly, she shrugged it off her shapely shoulders, and her hard-nippled tits jutted upward, proud and firm, almost begging for his mouth. With a low moan, Brad moved to touch her but she danced playfully away. When he sat back down, she arched her back and her hands squeezed the luscious globes of tit-flesh and offered them to him.

Brad’s already hard cock jumped in response as the sensuous woman before him ran her hands down her sides to her narrow waist and unzipped her pants. She was wearing nothing underneath and he saw a swirl of black pussy-hair. With tantalizingly slowness, she began peeling the material off her hips, revealing the mound that pouted, glistening with her dripping excitement.

Working her slacks off her legs, she tossed them aside and then her hands returned to her body. With legs slightly apart, Rita used two fingers to part the lips of her cunt and show him the pink sweetness inside while her other hand pinched her nipple. Squatting, she dipped a finger into her waiting pussy and then, deliberately holding his gaze with her fiery eyes, she brought the finger to her lips and licked it.

He groaned as his shaking fingers unzipped his pants to free his hard prick and ease the pain in his full crotch! She came to him, knelt between his legs and eagerly reached for his cock. As before when she had sucked him, she began slowly, first licking and kissing and then inch by inch swallowing his throbbing cock-meat until it was deep in her throat. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair, her lips stretched around the base of his cock and he thought she had never looked lovelier.

He stroked her long, dark hair, traced the outline of her lips and watched as she released a few inches of his prick only to suck it back in again. As her head bobbed back and forth on his cock, he managed to get his hands on her tits where he pinched her hard, swollen nipple. Rita moaned around his prick, closing her eyes as the touch of his hands brought waves of excitement washing over her. She fondled his balls, rubbed his lower belly and increased the speed of her sucking mouth.

“Let me suck your pussy,” he whispered to her and stretched out on the sofa.

Without taking her hot mouth from his cock, she maneuvered herself so that she was squatting over his face, and he parted the thick folds of her cunt with his tongue. Rita groaned and reached for more of his tongue while her mouth continued to make short trips up and down his cock-shaft. In seconds they had picked up a rhythm and his tongue fucked her hungry pussy while his prick fucked her sucking mouth. The aroma of their animal excitement filled the room and they humped and bucked against each other on the sofa.

When his passion reached the point of no return, he latched onto her clit with his teeth and jabbed a slick finger up her ass. She took his cock deep in her throat and coaxed the cum out of his balls with her free hand. As she came, she grunted and growled and ground her pussy in his face, but her mouth remained on his spewing cock until it was completely empty. They lay in that comfortable sixty-nine position while their breathing returned to normal.

“God, Rita, you sure know how to suck cock,” he said after a while and she smiled at him, her head resting on his knee. Untangling himself from her arms and legs, he went to the bar, prick dangling limply between his legs, and made himself another drink.

“I had a good teacher,” she said quietly as she reached for her untouched drink. “Besides. I enjoy seeing how good I can make you feel.”

“Lady, you make me feel very, very good and in just a little while, I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised.

Rita winked and raised her glass.

Without bothering to dress, Rita stood up and began walking around, looking at different objects and talking randomly about mundane things. Brad found that he couldn’t take his eyes off her undulating ass-cheeks and her firm, enticing tits. The trimmed cunt-bush, still wet from his mouth and her own juices, looked more inviting than ever and he was content just to watch her move as graceful as a cat around the room.

Finally she grew tired of that and perched on the arm of a chair. With her dark hair curling over her shoulders to partially cover her naked tits, she looked almost innocent. The image was destroyed by her sparkling eyes and slightly parted thighs. Brad sat down near her and put an arm around her waist. He was not surprised to find that his prick was growing interested again. Rita saw it too and reached into his lap to squeeze it.

Knowing that he was watching her, admiring her naked body as she walked around the room excited Rita and she was anxious for Brad to get hard again. She squeezed and manipulated his cock until it began to grow in her hand and then she added her mouth to the process. In a very few minutes, he was groaning and lifting his hips to meet her mouth.

“You said you were gonna make me feel good,” she reminded him. “I hope you’re gonna use this big fella here.”

“You bet your sweet ass, I am,” he answered and pulled her to her feet. He positioned her in the chair with her knees in the seat and her beautiful tits draped over the back. It was easy to see that she was ready for him by the glistening wet pussy that seemed to pulse as he squeezed her ass-cheeks.

“Fuck me,” Rita urged breathlessly and wiggled her ass at him.

He stepped closer, sank the first three or four inches of his prick in her juicy cunt and felt her strong cunt-muscles squeeze his cock tightly.

“Fuck me, Brad,” she said urgently and he plunged the rest of the way inside her, making her grunt with the force of his thrust.

Holding onto her ass, he continued to pound in and out of her grasping pussy with almost cruel force.

“Harder!” she panted and pushed back, begging for more.

Brad doubled his speed and fucked her as hard as he could, beads of sweat forming on his upper Up as he fought to keep himself under control. A fine layer of sweat covered Rita’s body and she continued to reach for him. The sound of his prick squishing in and out of her wet cunt spurred her on as well as the feel of his hard belly against her ass.

“Fuck my ass!” she screamed. “Fuck my ass, Brad! Hurt me!”

Brad needed no second invitation. He pulled his slick fuck-pole out of her clutching pussy, spread her ass-cheeks wide and worked the head of his prick in her puckered, brown asshole.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck my ass!” Rita hissed and then bit her lip as the almost unbearable pain ripped through her insides when he shoved his prick all the way inside. She held her breath and waited, knowing that soon the pain would turn to pleasure.

“Feel good?” Brad asked as he began moving his cock slowly in and out of her asshole.

Rita nodded and then sighed as his finger found her clit and began massaging it to the rhythm of his fucking. She came first, her ass clamping down on Brad’s prick. Then he howled and emptied his balls into her bowels in hot streams and Rita gloried in the sensation. For a few seconds the only sound in the room was her slowly dying whimpers and his ragged breathing.

“Well, well, well. What have we here?” A throaty, feminine voice came from behind them.

Shocked, Rita turned around and came face to face with Brad’s wife.

Chapter Six

“How long have you been here?” Brad asked, moving away from Rita, locating his pants and pulling them on.

“Long enough,” Tammy Westgate answered, her green eyes narrowing to slits as she looked Rita over carefully.

Seeing that Brad was behind the bar mixing drinks, unruffled by the sudden appearance of his wife, Rita watched the tall, redhead warily, terrified, not knowing what she might do.

“You were right, Brad, she’s a beautiful piece,” Tammy said as she continued to take inventory of the naked young woman crouched in the chair. “Great ass and she photographs well, too.”

“I knew she would,” Brad said, handing his wife a frosty glass.

Rita’s ass felt oily, filled with Brad’s cum and she hated having Tammy look at her like she was a piece of meat at the butcher shop. She shivered, wishing she could get to her clothes.

“Anyway,” Tammy said, turning away from Rita and handing Brad a video cassette, “I got most of it on tape.”

Rita’s quick intake of breath brought their eyes back to her. “You mean you taped us doing . . . doing it?”

The older woman smiled at Rita as if she were a child. “Yes, dear. Would you like to watch?”

“Please stay and watch, Rita. You’ll love it,” Brad said as he crossed the room to the VCR, pushed the tape into the slot and pressed a few buttons.

Immediately, the big screen lit up and there she was stretched across the back of the chair with Brad ramming his angry, red cock in and out of her upturned ass like a sledgehammer. She could see the cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching and hear her wails of “Fuck me! Fuck me!” while she wiggled against him.

Blackmail was the first thought that came to Rita’s mind as she watched the screen. They were going to blackmail her but for what? Money? The Westgates seemed to have plenty of money, certainly more than she and Eric. For sexual favors? She tried to think about what they might want, tried to concentrate on at least getting across the room to her clothes but the compulsion to watch the screen was too great.

There was a close-up of Brad’s greasy cock spreading her asshole and sliding in easily. The camera had picked up every detail of their fucking, every sound of their pleasure and they all watched in silence. Then for the first time in her life, Rita heard her wails of passion that signified her climax and she felt a gush of warmth between her legs.

The tape ended right after that and Brad whistled low and looked at the two women. His crotch was beginning to bulge and Rita saw that Tammy’s eyes were glowing, whether from making the tape or watching it Rita was unsure. Brad and Tammy were too busy looking at each other to notice her and Rita pushed her sudden arousal aside and seized this opportunity to go for her clothes. When she was dressed, she turned to face them.

“How much?”

“How much what?” Tammy asked in surprise.

“How much do you want for the tape?” Rita said, ready to beg if necessary, anything to protect Eric.

Brad’s hearty laughter filled the room. “Rita, babe, you can have the tape.”

“But first, there’s a little proposition we’d like to make,” Tammy said.

This is it, Rita thought. “A proposition?”

“You’re a very pretty girl and you photograph well but that’s not what’s important. You love sex. It shows in the way you walk, the way you talk. That tape contains footage of a woman who thrives on giving and receiving sexual pleasure,” Tammy explained as she came toward Rita.

“This is what you might call a screen test,” Brad put in. “Tammy and I make and sell sexually explicit video tapes to a very rich, very specialized audience. We’re in need of a hot new actress and, as far as I’m concerned, we found her.”

“That is, if you’re interested,” Tammy added.

Rita opened her mouth to answer but Brad held up his hand. “You get five hundred for each tape you do.”

Rita paused, thinking.

“Just think, Eric wouldn’t have to work so hard. He’d be home a lot more often,” Tammy said with a little smile.

“And we’ve got a great bunch of studs lined up for you. Some of them right here in the neighborhood,” Brad said proudly.

Rita bit her lower lip and tried to think. They really did need the money. It would take some of the pressure off Eric and he would never know how she got the money.

“Please say yes, Rita,” Brad said softly.

“I could only work during the day,” Rita said.

Brad and Tammy nodded. “And I could quit any time I wanted?” Rita asked.

“Of course, dear,” Tammy said soothingly.

“All right, I’ll do it,” Rita said, suddenly making up her mind and watched relieved smiles come over Brad and Tammy’s faces.

“Well, this calls for a celebration,” Brad said and his eyes met Rita’s as he raised his glass in a toast.

“We’ll celebrate later,” Tammy said with authority as she steered Rita to the door. “You need to go home and get some sleep. Your first assignment begins in the morning. Be here at eight o’clock sharp.”

Chapter Seven

The next morning when Rita awoke, Eric had again come and gone and left a note taped to the refrigerator saying that he loved her. She pulled it free, kissed it and then headed for the shower.

“Soon, Eric, soon,” she promised as she dressed and left the house for her first day at work.

Tammy met her at the door wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.

“Right on time,” she commented, looking at her watch. “I like that in an employee.”

Rita smiled and followed the redhead through the house to the kitchen. “What happens now?”

“We’ve been out on the patio talking out the scene,” the older woman explained and led Rita through the dining room through sliding glass doors and out onto a patio splashed with sunshine.

Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, Brad was sitting at a round, glass-topped table sipping orange juice. Chip, a young girl and another man were also seated there.

“You know Chip,” Tammy began the introductions. “This is my daughter, Nancy, and Joe, our technical man.”

They exchanged handshakes and nods. Rita was beginning to feel spasms of nervousness.

“Rita, I’d like to tell you a little bit about our organization,” Brad began. “B&T Videos is a small company that provides short, pornographic video tapes to a very rich, select audience. Our customers want hot, non-stop sex and that’s what we give them. In fact, the video we’re taping today was requested by one of our more prestigious clients.”

As Brad talked, his wife wrote furiously on a yellow legal pad, stopping only briefly to whisper something to Joe who disappeared into the house.

Rita nodded as she listened intently and realized that her nervousness was being replaced by excitement.

“Our staff is quite small,” Brad continued. “I’m in charge of sales and distribution, Tammy here directs, edits and shoots. Our actors and actresses are freelance like yourself who work when we need them.”

“Do you ever act?” Rita asked and wondered who she would be working with. “Sometimes,” Brad answered with a wink. “As Brad mentioned,” Tammy cut in, her tone very businesslike, “the tape we’re doing today was a special request from a very prestigious client. He requested a tape depicting a father leading his son to the first sexual experience of his life.”

Rita did not dare look at Chip who sat across the table from her.

“This tape is special. This is your debut performance and I’m sure we’ll get many requests for you, my dear. This is also Chip’s first appearance in one of our tapes,” Tammy said. “And, as far as I know, this will be our son’s first fuck.” She shot Rita a warning look. “I trust you’ll make it enjoyable.”

“I’ll do my best,” Rita countered, meeting Tammy’s gaze steadily.

With an impatient snort, Nancy jumped up from the table and went inside.

“May I see the script?” Rita asked.

Brad laughed and slapped his knee. “Honey, we don’t work from a script. Tammy sets up the scene and you just let nature take its course. You’re a natural, you’ll know what to do.”

“Well, let’s get this show on the road,” Tammy said, standing up abruptly, and they filed back into the house.

Downstairs Rita was directed to a room off to the left at the foot of the stairs. Quietly opening the door, she stepped into a room that was really a huge closet filled with racks of shimmering gowns, sexy lingerie of every possible color and style and in one corner, leather pants, boots, whips and chains.

“Over here, Rita,” Nancy said curtly, and Rita saw the shapely young girl standing next to a small dressing table with a mirror.

She was holding a shiny, black teddy trimmed with red satin ribbons.

“Put this on,” Nancy said in the same brisk tone.

Rita went to her and undressed, noting that Nancy’s eyes took in her full, upstanding tits and the dark triangle at the juncture of her thighs, with a cold, unfeeling stare. The soft garment fit Rita perfectly, molding to her small waist and jutting tits and accentuating her long legs. In stony silence, Nancy motioned for her to sit down at the dressing table where she applied make-up expertly and brushed Rita’s hair until it shone.

“You do good work to be so young,” Rita told Nancy, looking at her sultry image in the mirror. “Who taught you?”

“Never mind that!” Nancy snapped. “You’d better get out there to my brother!”

Rita was unsure of what she’d done to upset Nancy or why she put such bitter emphasis on the word brother, but this was no time for questions. She crossed the narrow hall and stepped into the rec room where she had been with Brad the night before. The wall containing the bar had been removed and behind it lay a bedroom done in every shade of red imaginable. On a low platform in the center of the room was a huge round bed with red satin sheets and pillows. Rita stared in awe at the transformation.

“Surprised?” Brad asked, close to her ear.

Rita nodded. “I can’t believe it.”

“It was Tammy’s idea. We do most of our shooting in here. All we have to do is change the decor once in a while. Saves money.”

Before Rita could answer, Tammy interrupted. “Here’s the plot, Rita. Brad is a married man and you’re his mistress. The two of you are discovered by his son who threatens to expose your little secret. You find out that the son is a virgin and Brad suggests you give the boy a tumble in exchange for his silence. Got it?”

Rita nodded. Her mouth was dry and she felt as if she were moving in a dream. Then Brad, wearing a silk robe, was leading her toward the bed and she moved woodenly after him.

Removing the robe, Brad positioned himself with his back resting against the padded headboard of the bed. He stretched his long legs out in front of him and his cock began to stiffen. He pulled Rita to his chest.

“Just relax,” he said softly, stroking her head and urging her to snuggle against him. “Forget the cameras and think about this,” he whispered and guided her hand to his growing cock.

Rita’s hand curled around the thick cock, and she pumped it gently a few times. The lights were bright and she could see Tammy standing nearby holding a camera. Joe and Nancy were there, too, but her nervousness was disappearing quickly.

“What do you think about that?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful,” Rita said.

“And it makes you feel good?”

“Oh, yes. I love it,” she said and smiled up at him.

“Why don’t you show me how much you love it?” Brad suggested with a lewd grin and then kissed her warmly letting his tongue dart into her mouth.

Rita felt her pulse quicken and returned his kiss while she continued to stroke his hot cock.

“What would you like me to do?” she asked, not knowing where the words came from, only that they sounded right.

“Anything your heart desires,” Brad said, dipping his hand into the front of her teddy to pinch her nipple.

“Perhaps if I gave it a little extra attention,” Rita said, and right then she couldn’t have cared less about cameras or bright lights. She truly wanted Brad’s cock. Up on her knees, she shrugged off the straps that held the teddy on her shoulders and her delicious tit-globes jiggled free. Reaching between her legs, she unsnapped the crotch to allow easy access to her tingling pussy.

Still on her knees between his legs, her firm ass wagging at the camera, Rita bent over and licked his prick until it was shiny wet and then inched it into her sucking mouth. Brad held her hair out of the way and watched avidly as her head bobbed up and down on his cock with ever-increasing speed. As she continued her sucking action, she fondled his balls and Brad groaned. This was no act; he was thoroughly enjoying the blow-job, dreading the moment when he would shoot all over her face instead of in her mouth. The camera had to see his jism.

Without taking her mouth off Brad’s cock, Rita paused momentarily and used her hand to catch the glistening drops of her cunt-juice that dribbled down her thighs. She smeared it all around and moaned around Brad’s cock when one of her slick fingers snaked up her ass.

Brad took this opportunity to change positions. He flipped her onto her back easily, straddled her head and fucked her face gently. With legs wide apart, Rita began fingering herself while her sucking mouth brought him closer to his orgasm. After she came, Brad knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her mouth. One of her slim fingers teased his asshole while the other hand pumped his cock, bringing him to a quick climax. His sperm landed in her open mouth and on her chin and neck.

Then Chip was beside the bed, pretending to have caught his father and another woman in the act and the three of them bantered back and forth for a few minutes with Chip confessing his virginity and Rita promising him a blow-job for his silence.

Chip sat on the edge of the bed and with Brad watching,, out of camera range, she knelt on the floor and engulfed his semi-hard cock in her mouth. Surprisingly to Rita, he tasted very much like his father and she went to her enjoyable task eagerly.

After a few minutes, Brad asked his son if he had ever tasted pussy and Chip told him he had not. Then Rita found herself on her back on the bed, the teddy rolled up around her waist like black belt and Chip was crouched between her open thighs. Brad directed him, needlessly but Chip feigned ignorance and followed his father’s instructions. Rita’s cries of pleasure were real as she hunched against his face. When he finally sucked her erect clit into his mouth, she crashed through a quick, violent orgasm. Chip finger-fucked her for a while and then his father urged him to take her.

Again, Brad directed Chip into position between her wide-spread legs. With a gentle hand, Rita guided Chip’s throbbing prick inside her and the slow, steady pumping began. Rita did her pleasurable part, cooing, purring, begging for his hard cock, and they changed positions several times. At last her grinding, pulsing pussy spurred Chip to fuck her harder and faster and just before they passed the point o no return, Brad moved closer to the bouncin bed.

“Hose her, son,” he said, and Rita’s pussy was suddenly empty.

Her finger found her clit while the other hand worked Chip’s slimy prick and aimed it at her heaving belly. He came, in hot, thick spurts, growling, grunting like an animal and Rita reached her climax at almost the same time.

“Perfect!” Tammy squealed, practically jumping up and down. “They were perfect!”

Chip had collapsed on top of Rita and they were still gasping for breath.

“Pretty good for a first time, right, Rita?” Brad said to her, smiling proudly at his son.

“Wonderful! He inherited his father’s natural sexual ability,” Rita said and looked in time to see Chip wink at her.

Actually, she thought they deserved an Academy Award for that performance.

Chapter Eight

“We have another special request,” Brad told Rita as they jogged along one of the trails in the park.

It had been three days since she had made the tape with Chip. At first she was jumpy and almost told Eric what she’d done but he’d worked late every evening. Now, she was over being nervous; just horny and anxious for another assignment. “Good. What’s the deal?”

“It’s something a little different. I don’t know if you’ll go along with it or not,” Brad said as they slowed to a walk.

“No whips or chains,” Rita said quickly.

Brad laughed and shook his shaggy head from side to side, sweat dripping off his face. “Nothing like that. We’ve got a client that would like to see three girls in some wet, no holds barred sex.”

“No men?”

Again Brad shook his head.

Rita thought for a few minutes. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed another woman; she’d almost forgotten about it.

“Sure, why not?” she said with a shrug.

“That’s my girl,” Brad said and swatted her firm ass.

Rita giggled and they started running again, reaching his house at the same time.

“After you shower, I’d like you to meet two young ladies,” Tammy told Rita when she arrived at the house. * The atmosphere at the Westgate household was always relaxed and informal and Rita felt quite at home there. Wearing a terry cloth robe and a towel wrapped around her freshly shampooed hair, Rita joined Brad, Tammy and their guests in the den. It was early yet but Tammy had prepared a mid-morning snack.

“This is Sam.” Brad began the introductions by nodding to a big-boned girl with a round face framed by short, auburn hair. The girl did not smile.

“Hello,” Rita said and extended her hand.

“And this is Mandi,” Brad said.

Mandi was a tiny, natural blonde with enormous blue eyes and a heart-shaped face. She smiled sweetly at Rita and said, “Hello.”

“Hi, Mandi,” Rita said, immediately warming to the other girl’s friendliness.

“These are the two young ladies you’ll be working with, Rita,” Brad said, putting an arm lightly around each of the girls.

Sam frowned and moved away from him and Mandi looked uncomfortable.

“Brad,” Tammy cautioned.

“Oh, sorry,” Brad said looking contrite. “Sometimes I forget.”

“Mandi and I dislike men. We try to avoid men whenever possible, especially when it comes to sex,” Sam explained quickly when she saw Rita’s questioning glance.

“I see,” Rita said.

“Listen, Brad and I have a lot to do. Why don’t you three relax a while and get acquainted? We’ll start taping early tomorrow,” Tammy said, and she and Brad left the room.

Once the three women were alone, the conversation came to a standstill. They nibbled at cookies and sipped iced tea in the big, cool room, sneaking glances at one another from time to time. Rita noted that Sam was big built but the legs protruding from her cut-off jeans were muscular and the muscles in her arms and upper chest were well defined. Her tits were almost nonexistent and her belly was hard and flat. Rita thought she was probably into weight training.

On the other hand, Mandi was soft and curvy with full, rounded hips and thighs, big bouncy tits and a pretty pouting mouth. Her golden hair fell almost to her waist in fluid, sensuous waves.

Rita was somewhere in between these two in stature and build; not quite as hard and muscular as Sam and not quite as soft and curvy as Mandi.

“How many tapes have you made for B&T?” she asked, her voice shattering the silence. “Five or six,” Sam answered curtly. “No men?”

“No men; just us two,” Sam answered again and Rita thought she caught a note of resentment.

“Does it bother you that I’ll be making the tape with you?” Rita asked, fully prepared to back out of the deal if they answered yes. She had no intention of causing trouble between two-lovers.

“No,” Mandi said quickly, her blue eyes sparkling with honesty.

“Yes,” Sam added, “but we’re professionals.

This is only a tape. You’re just another prop.”

The words stung but Rita met the big girl’s steady gaze and smiled. She had seen Sam’s eyes on her earlier, seen how they had followed the line of her thigh up under the robe and knew what Sam was thinking.

“Well, since we’re supposed to get acquainted, I guess we should tell each other a little bit about ourselves,” Rita said, dropping into a nearby chair and letting her thighs fall open slightly.

“You go first,” Mandi said, clapping her hands together as if they were playing a game.

“Okay,” Rita said and told them a little about herself, ending with the fact that she adored men, loved seeing the pleasure she could bring to them, loved tasting their jism, loved having their hard cocks stuffed deep inside her.

Mandi was listening avidly while Sam paced the room glaring at Rita from time to time. Rita added that she’d had several sexual relationships with women but that it had been a long time ago. She saw no problem in making the tape.

“Now, what about you?” Rita asked at last.

“I was raped by my step-father when I was very young,” Mandi began with a delicate wrinkle of her pert nose. “He ripped all my clothes off, held me down and made me suck his . . . his thing.” Mandi shivered and hugged herself.

“Mandi, it’s okay,” Sam said softly, stroking the blonde’s shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

Mandi squeezed her hand and continued. “After he made me swallow his come, he tied me up. Later he returned and put it inside me.”

Mandi was weeping softly now, her face pressed into Sam’s chest.

“God, it hurt. But when I screamed and begged him to stop, that just seemed to excite him more and he kept shoving it in me harder and harder. Finally, he came inside me and then he let me go.”

Rita watched as Sam soothed her friend.

“I’m sorry,” she said lamely.

Sam shot her a blistering look. “Well, I guess it’s my turn.”

Rita sank back into the chair thinking that maybe she didn’t want to hear any more. She knew that some girls’ first experience with sex was what amounted to rape but she’d never been this close.

“My story is simple. I got pregnant when I was young, and the bastard married me. I lost the baby and the bastard turned into a son of a bitch. Made me turn tricks to keep him in money. Do you know how many times I’ve pretended to enjoy having a fat, sweaty slob rubbing all over me? Plenty, honey, and it makes you hate them all; the bastard that takes your money and the slobs who pay you to act like they’re Don Juan.”

“I’m sorry,” Rita said again, knowing how shallow it sounded.

“Why are you sorry?” Sam said angrily.

“Because sex has been spoiled for you,” Rita answered simply and Mandi looked at her questioningly.

Suddenly, Rita knew what she had to do. First, she had to make amends for bringing up their sad memories and then she had to show them how right, how beautiful sex could be with a man. Rita stood up, untied her robe, and shrugged it off, letting it fall around her ankles.

“Sex can be good and beautiful, too,” she said, walking toward the two girls.

“We know,” Sam said, her voice suddenly husky.

“Let me make you smile,” Rita urged, reaching out a hand to each girl, touching their hair, their faces, their shoulders with soft, featherlike strokes. Then she was tugging gently at their ears, massaging their shoulders and finally, her hands dipped into the front of their t-shirts, cupping their tits gently, one filling her hand, the other only a small mound with a pointed nipple.

“First, let’s get comfortable,” Rita suggested and moved from one girl to the other, helping them undress as best she could. When they were both naked, she stood back and admired their bodies. Sam even flexed a few muscles and Mandi watched proudly.

“So nice,” Rita breathed and knelt at Sam’s feet to massage her thighs and ass.

The big girl stood, legs apart and watched Rita manipulate her flesh. The skin was like putty in her skilled hands and in moments Sam moaned softly and thrust her trimmed cunt toward Rita’s mouth. Still, Rita continued to tease her, letting Sam feel her hot breath, even kissing her lower belly but not giving Sam the satisfaction she craved.

Mandi made a little whimpering sound, crouched on the sofa and leisurely massaged her rapidly swelling clit.

Finally, Sam grabbed Rita’s head and forced her mouth onto her leaking cunt. Rita’s tongue snaked out and licked her slit from asshole to clit and back again while Sam held onto Rita’s head and hunched her face. When Sam’s quaking legs could hold her no longer, she sank to the floor, allowing Rita greater access to her flowing cunt. Rita’s tongue probed deep into her juicy cunt, lapping up the buttery sweetness there and searching even farther for more. Meanwhile Sam grunted and growled and bucked like a wild bull.

“Suck her, Rita, suck her good!” Mandi urged from her position on the sofa and Rita raised her slick face from between Sam’s legs long enough to gaze into the moist pink and blonde slit that Mandi was fingering.

“Come here,” Rita said, and Mandi was on her feet immediately.

Rita positioned the tiny girl on her knees where she could finger her cunt while she returned her mouth to Sam’s clasping cunt. She eased two fingers into Mandi’s tight pussy, being careful not to be too rough while she found Sam’s throbbing clit and sucked it into her mouth. Two fingers of her right hand slid easily into Sam’s sloppy cunt and the big girl came in a raging flood of juice.

When Rita raised her head, she saw that Mandi was sucking Sam’s nipples eagerly.

The taste of Sam’s pussy-juice was as sweet as Rita remembered and she was eager for more. Pulling Mandi away from Sam, Rita rolled her onto her back. The two women kissed, their tongues darting and teasing each other, and then Rita worked her way down Mandi’s slender, white neck to devour the creamy tits topped with big strawberry nipples. She sucked and licked and nibbled at the sensitive tit-globes until Mandi was moaning and squirming beneath her. Then she worked her way down the blonde’s belly, kissing her indented belly button, while grinding her own tits in Mandi’s slippery cunt.

“Oh, God, Rita,” Mandi groaned.

Rita lowered her face into Mandi’s bushy, blonde cunt and sucked her eagerly. Jerking her legs far apart and holding Rita’s head, Mandi squealed in ecstasy.

Moving back up until the women were face to face again, Rita positioned her clit against Mandi’s and began a slow, rotating motion. Raising herself onto her hands, she continued to grind, feeling her own orgasm building and then Rita looked up to see Sam smiling at her happily.

“I’m coming,” Mandi whimpered. “Oh, Rita, I’m coming!”

Still looking at Sam, Rita rotated her ass faster and faster and bellies together, tits together, clits together, they both came, their juices mingling in a puddle on the floor.

“Now that she’s shown us how good sex can be,” Sam said a little later after they had caught their breath, “let’s show her how it feels to get fucked by a woman.”

Mandi nodded eagerly, again like a child playing a game and Sam disappeared briefly. When she returned, she was strapping on a black dildo and handing one to Mandi. Somehow the black dildo looked as if it belonged on Sam’s hard-muscled body but on blonde, innocent-looking Mandi, the rubber cock with the dangling sac looked downright obscene. The two girls paraded around the room, and at first Rita was amused but the more she saw, the hotter she became. She needed those pricks inside her.

Mandi started kissing her face gently, her tongue flicking out like a snake while Sam started at her ankles. By the time Mandi reached her erect nipples, Sam was at her cunt-bush, and Rita was stretched out on the sofa groaning and reaching for the rubber cocks which felt surprisingly real.

“What do you want, Rita?” Sam asked, taking her tongue away from the leaking pussy momentarily.

“Your big cock,” Rita moaned. “Please, fuck me with your big cock!”

Sam and Mandi exchanged glances and then Mandi lay down on the floor beside the sofa. Rita squatted over the fat, plastic prick and sighed happily as it filled her cunt. She began riding up and down almost immediately and, if she closed her eyes, she could imagine the cock thrusting up to meet her belonging to David.

“Hold it, just a minute,” Sam said from behind her.

Rita paused reluctantly, ready for whatever Sam had in mind and then she felt a greasy finger slip into her unsuspecting asshole. Holding her by the waist, Sam began easing the dildo into her anal passage slowly, gently, so as not to hurt her, but Rita was hot, eager to come.

“Fuck my ass!” she screamed and felt Sam slide her dildo the rest of the way home Rita’s tight ass.

They fell into a quick, choppy rhythm, Mandi fucking Rita’s always-ready pussy and Sam fucking her newly opened ass. Rita felt her orgasm building deep in her belly and she reached for both pricks with her body as best she could. Both girls reached between their legs and squeezed the sacs which were filled with warm liquid. Rita suddenly felt herself full of pricks and hot juice and her climax began washing over her in waves as she squealed and pounded against the fucking pricks, driving them deeper and deeper. The fake pricks were designed to stimulate the wearer, too, and soon Mandi and Sam joined their newly found partner in a thrashing, screaming, mass of arms and legs, pussies and tits.

As they dozed off to sleep, like three kittens after a rough wrestling match, Rita realized, with a giggle, that they would have to do this again the next day for the cameras. Somehow she didn’t think Sam and Mandi would mind and then she slipped off into dreams of a promise she’d made a long time ago to a gentle, smiling man.

Chapter Nine

Rita was very young when she learned about giving and receiving sexual pleasure and her uncle was an excellent teacher.

Dan Thomas was a gentle giant of a man with a vivid imagination and all the patience in the world. He loved children and they loved him in return, flocking to him like he was Santa Claus. Even though he was twenty-one years older than Rita, their relationship was special. As far back as she could remember, he had singled her out from among her numerous brothers, sisters and cousins. They took long walks together and she would sit on his lap with her smooth cheek against his whiskered one while they talked and daydreamed. As Rita grew older, she realized that he was preparing her for what they were to share later.

It began one summer. One evening after dark, a group of them were playing hide and seek and she had hidden among some trees. Hearing movement overhead, she looked up to see someone silhouetted against the moon.

“Rita?” her uncle’s voice came through the darkness. He reached down with strong arms and helped her climb onto the low branch beside him.

“They’ll never find us here,” she whispered and her voice quivered as she suddenly became aware of his closeness.

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and, then took her face between his big, calloused hands and kissed her. As his tongue probed between her parted lips, she instinctively sucked it deep into her mouth and clung to him like a drowning victim. Both of them were breathless when the kiss ended and Rita had a strange, tickling deep in her belly. That first kiss awakened Rita’s sleeping desires and took her into a world of passion that would remain with her for the rest of her life. It didn’t matter that this man was married. It didn’t matter that she was his niece. They were powerless to stop what was happening to them and by the time it was over, he taught her to be a loving, giving woman, who demanded much of her men and gave much in return.

All this did not happen overnight. Rita’s uncle was a patient man and slowly, step by step, led her down the path of sexual knowledge, teaching, coaxing, loving her, making sure she was never hurt or frightened. He began picking her up after babysitting jobs and they would go for a drive-a girl and her uncle, who could question so innocent a relationship, especially since her father worked out of town during the week.

Keeping his urgent needs in check, they kissed and she would press her swollen, aching tits against his massive chest. One night, after touching and caressing her through her clothes, he helped her take off her blouse and bra. Her budding tits looked so small and pale in the moonlight, she was ashamed, but the need to feel his mouth and tongue on her naked flesh overrode her shyness. When he took one erect, pink nipple between his lips, she thought she would die from the bolts of lightning that ripped through her body and exploded in her brain. Sucking and licking, he moved his curly, auburn head back and forth from one white mound to the other while she moaned and squirmed on the seat.

Afterwards, he held her and asked, “Do you hate me?”

Surprised, she looked at him and saw that he was truly worried.

“No, I could never hate you,” she told him honestly.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Kissing him the way he had taught her, she whispered, “No, please, don’t ever stop loving me!”

A week later, he kissed his way down her flat belly to a wet, virgin pussy that would never get enough of his tongue. With legs spread wide, anxious for any new sensations he could give her, Rita hunched against his face and whimpered while he sucked her to her first orgasm. Later, he explained what had happened and showed her how to bring herself off with her own fingers. Rita was not embarrassed, thought it perfectly natural to lay on the soft, moonlit grass beside the car masturbating while he watched.

Rita wasn’t completely ignorant about sex before her uncle began teaching her. She’d heard talk in school and she’d heard her parents hundreds of times, their big bed squeaking rhythmically and then strangled cries. Now she understood exactly what was happening, and she was grateful to her uncle for that knowledge. She tried to think of a way to give him something in return for the pleasures he had given her and the day she heard some older girls talking about blow-jobs, she knew what to do.

That night, when he picked Rita up and they parked, she was especially excited.

“How’s my kitten?” he asked, reaching for her in the darkness.

“Purrrfectly happy,” she answered, playing their game, loving his masculine scent and rough/gentle touch.

His mouth found her already bare, hard nipple and her inexperienced fingers timidly traced the bulge in the front of his jeans. He pulled away and looked at her so strangely, she thought she’d done something wrong. “God, Rita, you don’t know what you’re doing!”

She was afraid, but Uncle Dan had taught her to talk about her feelings.

“I . . . I just want to do something to make you happy. You’re always loving me and I want to love you, too,” she stammered, trying to find words to describe her feelings.

Then he pulled her close and whispered. “What did you have in mind?”

Their eyes met in the darkness.

“I want to give you a blow-job,” she answered.

“Dear God!” he breathed, but did not stop her when she reached for him again. It took a few seconds, but she got his pants unzipped and held his hard, throbbing prick in her hand for the first time. Her fingers barely reached around the shaft, and even with both hands surrounding it, the head and part of the shaft were free.

“I don’t know what to do next,” she confessed in a tiny voice.

“Just kiss and lick it at first,” he answered.

Rita did so, enjoying the sensation of his hard cock on her tongue and the taste of his pre-cum. When she had it thoroughly wet, he said, “Open your mouth and suck on it a little.”

Following his instructions, she slipped the fat, purple knob into her mouth and found the slightly salty taste overwhelming. She wanted more of it, and, as her instincts took over, she opened her mouth wider and took his cock in as deep as she could.

“Sweet, Jesus!” he murmured and put both hands in her hair.

Hearing his strangled exclamations and listening to his heavy breathing let Rita know she was pleasing him and this in turn pleased her. She continued sucking his prick and flicking her tongue back and forth over the big, velvety head as it pulsed and throbbed in her hands.

Suddenly, he pulled away from her.

“Rita, honey, if you keep that up, you’re gonna make me come,” he explained in a strained voice.

Her hands were still massaging his big prick and she desperately wanted it back in her mouth.

“The way you make me come?” she asked.

He swallowed hard and nodded.

“Can’t you come in my mouth?”

Again he nodded. “If you want me to.”

Of course she wanted him to come in her mouth. Her dear, sweet uncle had made her come hundreds of times and she wanted to please him the same way. With more confidence than before, she lowered her head and swallowed as much of his cock-meat as she could. He lifted his hips to meet her hot, sucking mouth and guided her hand to his balls. In minutes he was moaning and groaning, making the sounds she recognized as the beginnings of a climax, and then his hot cream jetted into her mouth.

She was a little frightened because he kept shooting stream after stream, filling her mouth, but she managed to swallow it all and lick him clean. After he caught his breath, he took her in his arms and told her how happy he was and how most women hated to do that for their men, his wife included.

Rita discovered early, that she was not like most women, whether it was from her uncle’s special attention or her naturally sexual nature she could not be sure. She became hooked on the taste of his cum and gave Uncle Dan blow-jobs every chance she got. Once while his wife was washing dishes and he was in the dining room, leaning across the bar that separated the two rooms talking to her, Rita crawled in, sucked him off, and crawled out again without his wife ever knowing it. Sometimes she just liked to watch his thick, white cream shoot onto her tits or pussy, massaging it into her skin, then licking her fingers clean.

All through the summer, Dan and Rita loved each other that way. They hid in attics and garages and sneaked away from family gatherings to meet each other in the woods, always talking about what they’d done and how much they had enjoyed it, sharing their deepest secrets and dreams.

Dan was a good teacher, but Rita knew there was more. Several boys had clumsily tried to show her, but she couldn’t help but compare them with her uncle and they just didn’t measure up. One day in late fall, Dan and Rita had taken some children to the park to gather leaves. She waited patiently until the chattering children ran ahead and then caught his head and pulled him behind a tree. They kissed, his hands caressing her well-developed, young body and he groaned when she pressed against him, feeling his hard prick.

“Uncle Dan,” she whispered softly.

“What, kitten?” he asked, resting his chin on top of her head.

His shirt was rough against Rita’s face and her favorite smells assaulted her, making her pussy feel loose and moist. She wiggled against him. “I want you to make love to me.”

He stopped breathing for a few seconds and pulled her tighter. “I’ve been making love to you all day in my mind.”

She shook her head. “No, I mean I want you to really make love to me … all the way.”

He stepped back and looked at her face which was no longer that of a child’s. “You mean my fingers and tongue aren’t enough any more?”

She nodded, not ashamed of her need for him. “I want you to fuck me.”

On the following Saturday, he told his wife that he was going to look at motorcycles in a bigger city nearby and Rita told her mother she was spending the day at the library. Dan offered to drive his niece to the library but they did not make it to either destination. The motel was old, but clean and set back off the highway.

As they got to the room, Dan said, “It makes me feel so cheap to have to do this. You’re not some slut.”

She silenced him with a deep, probing kiss before he even got the door locked. “Do you want me?”

He nodded.

“And I want you. We have a few stolen hours and each other. It doesn’t matter where we are.”

Dan shook his head. “My dear, you are wiser than your years.”

“Not really. Just in love,” Rita said with a playful wink. “Now, please, fuck me till I beg you to stop.”

They undressed each other carefully, savoring each delicious sensation. She danced and twirled before him, completely naked and unashamed, teasing him with her fresh, young body. She explored his body with her eyes, then her hands and then her tongue, memorizing the feel, taste and smell of his masculinity. If she loved him before, that was nothing compared to what she felt then.

Rita’s uncle took his time, making sure she was dripping wet and at fever-pitch excitement before he slid his throbbing cock into her tight, virgin pussy. Her membrane had been broken earlier by one of them in their probings so there was no pain. She knew nothing but the delightful sensation of being stuffed, completely full and, when he pulled back, the incredible longing to be stuffed again. With instinct directing her movements, Rita arched her back, brought her hips eagerly to meet his thrusts and when the orgasm began building, deep inside of her, she knew it would be different than any of the others.

Three times he brought her shuddering, gasping, screaming through a climax and then he drew away.

“Rita,” he panted with beads of sweat glistening on his face. “As badly as I want to, I can’t come inside your pussy.”

“Let me suck you off,” she offered quickly.

He shook his head. “There’s another way.”

“Tell me! Let’s do it!” the young girl begged, anxious, as always, to please him.

He flipped her over onto her belly and probed between the cheeks of her ass with his finger. “What do you think?”

Without hesitation, she raised onto her knees and offered her ass to him. “I want you to come in my ass.”

With a moan, his tongue replaced his fingers at her tight hole and when she was well lubricated, he began gently working the head of his cock inside her little asshole. The pain was incredible, and she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as his prick burrowed deep into her ass. It was not long before the pain turned to a delicious, unknown pleasure and they fucked madly like two dogs. Roaring like a lion, he showered her bowels with scalding hot cream and using his fingers on her clit, brought her to a similar climax seconds later.

Three years later, Rita’s uncle was killed in a car accident. Over his grave, she made a silent promise to share the sexual pleasures he had taught her with everyone who touched her life. Teaching Chip had been a good beginning and it looked like Sam and Mandi were going to be brought into the fold next.