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"Who was it?" I asked.

Mary bit her lips. "A friend of Miss Doans, I guess. That's what he claimed to be."

Nora flushed. "A man?"

Mary nodded.

"That can't be true. I don't know any men in this town." She glanced at Jack and me. "Except for you two, I mean. What did the man say?"

Mary shrugged. "Said he was looking for you."

"What did he look like?'

Mary described him as being short, red-faced and slightly on the fat side.

"I don't know any such man," Nora Doans said, and then she let out a cry. "The superintendent of schools, Mr. Nolan. Your description fits him. Does anyone know him?"

"I know him slightly," I said. "Why should he be looking for you here, Nora?"

"He asked me once if I had become acquainted with anyone in town and… well, I told him I knew you people. I…

"He's not married," I said, thinking hard. "Is he… interested in you, Nora?

I mean, has he shown any interest up to now?"

"I didn't pay any attention to him. I just thought he was married and… well, you know what I mean."

I shrugged. "Nothing to worry about. Mary, I take it, told him you weren't here. Is that right, Mary?" I asked my wife.

"That's right," Mary replied. "I couldn't very well admit Nora was here. Then I would have bad to invited him in… and that would put an end to… "

"Our five-way swap fest," Nora finished for her, blushing as she said the words. "I don't know why Mr. Nolan should be looking for me. I've… never encouraged him to be friendly."

I could easily believe that. Nora was hardly the type to encourage any man to be friendly. The man would have to do it all if any progress was made between him and her. "Shall we all have another drink?" I asked loudly, for the party spirit seemed to be dropping off. I glanced around from one face to another. No one said anything, so I got the bottle and brought it into the large room where I filled everyone's glass, including my own. I put the bottle on the cocktail table near the sofa and sat down hoping Nora would start in again where she had left off. She, however, didn't come near me but sat on the floor along with the others and sipped her drink just as they were doing. No one appeared to want to get things started again, so I shrugged and turned my attention to my own drink.

I finished the drink after a time and poured myself another after asking the others if they were ready for more juice. No one appeared to want anything at the moment, so I sat on the sofa alone and drank and wondered about this Mr.

Nolan who had come to the door. I wondered if he wanted to fuck Miss Doans and if she wanted him to. I felt slightly jealous for some fool reason and this caused me to imbibe more than I intended to do. Several glasses of whisky went down my throat and I became somewhat high. I noticed then that Nora seemed also to be somewhat high. I got down on the carpet and crawled toward her while she fixed me with a steady gaze. When I came close to her, she pulled open the front of her dress to expose those two beautiful titties of hers. I reached out and fondled them gently. They were soft and warm and very exciting to the touch. Nora sighed and began fumbling with my zipper. I moved a bit closer to her and she got the zipper open. The others, I saw, weren't paying any attention to Nora and me and I was glad of it. Nora snaked her hand into my pants and grasped my hard-on with her warm fingers. She jacked me a couple of times and with her other hand lifted her dress, lay flat on her back and indicated urgently that she wanted me on top of her. I grinned tensely and moved on top of her, sinking my shaft into her wet cunt as far as I could plunge it in one stroke. On the second stroke I plunged it even deeper into her while she grunted and sighed at the same time. I pumped my cock into her fast and furiously then hardly noticing that someone had pulled down my pants and was running their tongue over my asshole. I felt it happening a moment later and it so startled me that I momentarily stopped pumping my whang into Nora's twat.

"Oh baby," she sighed in my ear, dipping her tongue into that orifice at the same time. "Don't stop fucking my thing." She gave me a little prod in the ribs with her knuckles.

I glanced back and saw it was Jill who was burying her face in my crotch, her long blonde hair covering her face as well as my ass completely. She got her tongue up my anus then and I squealed with delight. I didn't know what it was she had touched, but I suppose it may have been a gland of some kind. At any rate, there was a sensitivity there that was something else. Again her tongue touched the gland and, to my astonishment, I squirted goo into Nora's cunt.

This was the first time I had ever gone off in a woman without at least some movement being made.

"Oh baby," Nora gasped, and began to pump her loins upward.

I returned the pumping movement though I could barely keep my mind on it, the tongue up my asshole felt so wonderful.

Then, as luck would have it, the whole thing came to an end for a very simple reason. Someone was banging on the front door again and the banging was so loud that all of us immediately heard it and knew what it was. Jill stopped tonguing my asshole, I pulled my prong out of Nora's twat, and everyone stood up and smoothed out his or her clothing. I felt guilty, a feeling I hadn't had for years, and I couldn't help noting that Jill and Nora also looked guilty. I couldn't see Mary or Jack's face – their backs were turned to me.

"Will you go to the door this time, Bull?" Mary asked softly.

"All right," I answered her, though if the truth were known I would have rather gone anywhere else than to that front door.

"Can't we just ignore it?" Jill offered.

"He'll just keep on banging if you do that," Jack said.

"Oh… dear." This from Nora, her fingers at her throat.

I pulled myself together and left the large room and went to the front door, which opened in on the living room. I took a deep breath, glanced through the window and saw a short, fattish type of guy with a red face. No question about it-it was the same man. The superintendent of schools, Mr. Nolan? Was that his name? I thought about it for a minute and decided it was his name. Glancing back into the large room to be sure that everyone was properly clad – they were – I opened the door.

"Hello," I said. "Did you want something?'

I stared him straight in the eye.

He flushed a little. "Dear me," he muttered, "I do seem to be making a regular nuisance out of myself today, but a child told me she saw Miss Doans enter your house awhile ago. I was just wondering if you could tell me where she has gone." The man's chin was actually trembling. He seemed to be a homosexual. I wondered if he were. A devil entered my brain. "I say," he went on. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."

I smiled. "As a matter of fact, you were, or are, but never mind. It doesn't matter."

"Dear me," the man said, his chin trembling again. "I'm looking for Miss Doans because of a telegram that came to me, of all people. Her mother… well, she's bad an accident-nothing serious, I understand. I just thought I should tell her."

I grinned at him. "I'll tell her for you, sir. Good-bye to you."

The man flushed again. "Oh… " he said, and that was all he said.

"My pleasure," I said. "Just as soon as I see her I'll tell her." I stared at the guy. "That is, I'll deliver the message."

He mumbled something and left. I closed the door and locked it, then returned to the large front room. "He's gone," I said to all of them. I turned to Nora.

"He wanted to see you. He received a telegram. Your mother's had an accident, but it's nothing serious. Can I drive you someplace, or would you like to use our phone to call your mother's home?"

"Oh… may I, please?" Nora said, and I nodded and showed her where the phone was located.

I left her alone at that spot and returned to the large room. She came back soon and told us her mother was all right, having been only slightly injured.

"Well," I said, "anyone want another drink?" Everyone did, so I got the bottle and poured out five long portions of whisky. I wondered if Nora might become ill from so much whisky – after all, she wasn't the type of person who imbibed and it could make her quite ill. I watched her carefully for some time, but she appeared to be taking very tiny sips of the stuff, hardly enough to make her high.