Mary Beth's fingertip probed expertly at Sue Robin's erect little clit, then rode over it to slide into her overflowing pussy. Back and forth she moved her hand, matching the fucking couple in the arena. Sue Robin felt rather than heard the moans coming from her sister-in-law's throat, and she wondered: What the hell is she doing to herself? But she couldn't take her gaze away from the candlelit arena to look at her companion. She was moving her hips back and forth on the bench to accommodate the rhythm of the fingers prodding and massaging inside her cunt.
As if sensing the approaching climax of the couple in the arena, the drums speeded up gradually. Releasing his partner's breasts, the man reached across her back and seized her neck fiercely. His other arm wrapped under her belly to hold her tightly as his drives speeded up, becoming more violent. Her mouth writhed now as if in agony, for she was caught firmly in his cruel grasp, unable to move from the merciless penetration of his steel-hard cock. Harder and harder he drove into her, and the wet, slapping sound of their meeting bodies was audible in the dark room.
Her groans and cries were audible, too. Gone was the proud, arrogant love-Goddess, tantalizing the helpless man. Instead, she had become a helpless but still writhing target for his spearing cock plunging deeply into her. But just as Sue Robin was feeling compassion for the raped creature, Sybil tried out, an unmistakable cry of orgasmic ecstasy. Her trapped body twisted and jerked like a hooked eel, but not to escape the barb inside her. She threw herself back on it harder while her sharp little cries mounted to the invisible ceiling and the drums pounded faster.
Then the man jerked back, hauling out his inflamed cock just as the first gush of creamy sperm splashed out and over the small of Sybil's back. He held it while the second burst erupted over her quivering asscheeks. Then he drove it back into her eager cunt and she sighed with rapture as she felt it fill her again with its solid, stretching weight and its squirting fluid.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sue Robin stifled her own cries with her fist shoved hard into her gaping mouth, and her body jerked through a climax, brought on by Mary Beth's fingers. Just as she subsided through a last weak spasm, she felt Mary Beth bouncing on the bench, and heard her muffled cries behind her clenched lips.
Like dying characters in a ballet, the two dark figures in the arena slowly collapsed into a boneless heap. Suddenly the candles blinked out.
What now? Sue Robin wondered. What else can possibly happen now? Her panting breath gradually slowed down while she sat, waiting.
A small candle flame came from the darkness, moving toward the other watchers on the benches. Then, one by one, they were led out of the room.
It seemed that a long time passed while the two women sat motionless and silent in the blackness of the room. Finally Mary Beth was led away, and after five or ten minutes the white-robed guide escorted Sue Robin back to the room where she had left her clothes.
As she quickly pulled on her clothes, she heard a muffled laugh: "He! He! He!"
Why, that old dear! she smiled. Aunt Minerva. Imagine the old lady still getting her kicks at her age.
Blindfolded again, she was led through several turns, and then upstairs, and finally she felt the outdoors night air on her face. The blindfold was taken off.
"My God!" Mary Beth exclaimed softly. "I can't believe it, Sue Robin. I simply can't believe it!"
"You'd better believe it, honey," the blonde replied. "And you'd better never say anything about it, not to anybody. Not even to Bobby Lee."
"I know," the other said solemnly. "Let's get out of here. I need a drink of something."
Another one? Sue Robin wondered, surprised. She still felt the effects of Aunt Clarinda's love-potion, or whatever she called that dressed-up corn likker drink.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Soon after Mary Beth left the lounge with Shawnee, Sue Robin, Jack and Helen began to really feel their drinks. So did most of the other Alligators in the lounge and on the dance floor. Jack danced with his wife, then with Sue Robin, then alternated again.
While they were ordering another round of drinks, Sue Robin said, "Too bad we can't all dance together."
"We can, honey, we can," Helen said, darting a significant look at Jack, who smiled and nodded.
Sue Robin vaguely caught the signal, but wasn't sure of the interpretation right then.
"What time are you all eating dinner tonight?" she asked the Stanfields.
"Not until about nine," Jack replied easily. "What do you say we go up to our room and finish off a couple more drinks there. We can relax better."
"Suits me," Sue Robin agreed.
They finished their drinks and the plate of hors d'oeuvres on their table, then got up and left.
"I feel like a midget between you two skyscrapers," Helen complained as they went up the stairs to the Stanfields' room.
"You're big enough, honey," Jack laughed.
"At least, I'm bigger than your fist," she retorted.
Sue Robin laughed. I must be getting really smashed, she thought, laughing at such cornpone humor as that.
Jack had a regular bar laid out on the counter in the bathroom/dressing compartment of their ocean-front room.
"Same?" he called to the two women who flopped across one of the large beds in the spacious room.
"Screwdriver for me," Sue Robin called back.
"I got the tool if you got the time," he chanted.
Helen and Sue Robin both laughed. Oh brother, Sue Robin thought, the wit is getting more and more backwoodsy. Oh, what the hell, why not? These were good friends from way back. Let it all hang out.
Jack's shirt came sailing around the corner.
"Hey!" Helen called out. "What're you doing, making drinks or undressing?"
"Both," he replied.
A moment later he came out with a plastic tray bearing three drinks. He was stripped down to his undershorts.
Sue Robin stared in fascination at the silky black pelt of hair that covered even his shoulders.
"Oh no you don't," he laughed. "You have to have a hunting license to shoot me. And it's out of season, anyway."
"I wasn't thinking of shooting you exactly," Sue Robin said. Through the alcoholic haze that was floating her on a pleasant high, she was beginning to sense the relationship here. Helen and Jack were swingers. Maybe he knew about her thing with Robbie Early, maybe not. But anyway, it probably didn't matter. So join the fun, girl, she told herself. These were two of her favorite people.
"Comfortable as he looks, I think we rate the same deal," she said to Helen.
"Right," the small black-haired woman replied. "Woman's Lib, equality, all that jazz." She placed her drink on the table at the head of the bed and flipped off her halter. Her small but shapely boobs popped out proud and firm, the nipples already swelling like raspberries from the brawn areolas of her breasts.
Jack smiled approvingly at his wife's action, but when Sue Robin followed suit, his eyes bugged out.
"Hell!" he exclaimed softly. "I knew they were big, but I didn't know they were that big!" He walked over to the seated blonde and gently put out his hand and fondled one prominent boob after the other. Sue Robin's ripe-cherry nipples promptly sprang erect.
"Sensitive, too," he said.
"Let me," Helen said, and reaching over, she caressed her friend's firm round boobs with her knowing feminine hand, and Sue Robin caught her lower lip between her teeth to stifle a spontaneous gasp of delight.
"Yours are nice, too," Sue Robin said, sliding her smooth palms across Helen's hard little tits.
Helen purred with pleasure, then reached her hands down along Sue Robin's thighs while the blonde continued to massage Helen's breasts. They hardly paid any attention as Jack clicked on the bed lamp and lay down beside them on the king-size bed. He had taken off his shorts, and his limp cock was practically buried in the thick mat of curly black hair sprouting all over his belly and thighs.