They were fantastic and rapturous moments. Vaguely he heard Gwen quoting a passage from Shakespeare. Whenever Alta pulled her mouth from Penny's pussy Alta wailed huskily, and Penny continued to whimper and complain because she was unable to watch everything that was happening.
"You don't have to see a thing," Brad panted. He'd pulled his head up because he was out of breath. The sensations in his imbedded shaft were now all-enveloping. "We're a great fucking foursome."
And then he concentrated on ramming his inflamed hardness in and out of Gwen's pumping pussy. Her pelvis bobbed up and down, intensifying the rapture of his oncoming climax. He groaned lustily and shoved his right hand downward. His fingertips slipped into Alta's hot and juicy cunt
Gwen grabbed his head and pulled down on it, to bring his mouth to her passion-heated lips. Her tongue drilled hotly into his mouth. The ecstasy crackled from his scalp, down his spine, and then triggered the finale of his come.
Savagely he rolled his hips and skewered his jetting shaft deeper into Gwen's tight cunt tube. She shoved up her pelvis in the same way that Alta pressured her pelvis against his delving fingers.
Penny's screech announced that she was coming. Alta's honeyed cunt lips twitched and spasmed around his jiggling fingers, but the most violent reaction was coming from Gwen. Her body heaved and rocked up and down while her legs curled around him and held him tightly against her. He ripped his lips from Gwen's mouth and roared lustily as the streams of semen jetted out of his tingling cockhead and lost themselves in the seething depths of Gwen's vagina.
Soon there was only the sounds of the foursome as they tried to catch their breaths. Eventually they were all breathing normally again. But they remained motionless, sprawled out on top of the couch, all savoring the receding sensations of their recent orgasms.
Brad stirred. Beneath his chest Gwen's huge breasts made a moist suctioning sound as he pushed himself erect Slowly he moved backwards on his knees, and his spent and florid cock slipped out of Gwen's pussy. Her gash was crimson, the swollen lips tinged with orgiastic foam.
He slid off the couch and got to his feet Alta's and Penny's pussies were the same as Gwen's, deep crimson and ravaged. Penny squirmed and sat up. Her golden breasts jiggled and swayed seductively as she combed out her blonde strands of hair with her fingers.
"You really surprised me, Gwen," Penny said.
Gwen writhed and her heavy breasts shifted back and forth. Her fingertips began to gently caress the insides of her splayed thighs. "Because you thought I was sexually inhibited, and unable to savor all the lust and ecstasy that a healthy body can provide?"
"Yes," Penny agreed.
Alta had gotten to her feet. She stood beside the couch, and her dark, supple body glistened erotically. Her breasts were still tight as drums, but the nipples were showing a few tiny creases as her passion began to wane.
She said, "We didn't think that you were as hot and horny as the rest of us."
Gwen smiled as her glance studied the two girls. "Within this body seethes a volcano of unimaginable lust."
Brad said, "You can say that again, Gwen."
Gwen's fingertips now stroked the fringes of her dark, moist thatch. She turned her head and looked at Brad. "If I had you alone for a couple of hours I'd probably kill you with sex."
"And I'd like to watch every second," Penny said.
"Not me," Alta said, "I'd rather fuck and suck and do everything, instead of just watching."
"There are doers and there are viewers," Gwen murmured softly. "I prefer to do both at the same time. The mirrored room is most effective for that."
Brad felt the warm glow in his groin while his glance moved from one girl to the next. He tried to decide which one he'd choose, if there were a mirrored room available. He immediately disqualified Penny because she'd be so involved watching herself that she'd forget to fuck, the way the act was intended.
He felt a quick resurgence of heat in his spent cock as he thought about Alta. Because she was black, and black had always turned him on, he knew that balling her in a mirrored room would be fantastic. Then he studied Gwen. There was something special about her. Gwen would probably be his choice.
She had a wild and willowy body, with the added benefit of big and luscious tits. Heat streamed up the insides of his thighs as he imagined himself fucking her from the back. In the mirrors he'd be able to watch his hands groping for and massaging her suspended melon tits. While he pulled and stretched out the hard, marbled tits, his gnarled cock would be plunging in and out of her tight and juicy cunt.
"Dammit," he said softly, "there isn't a mirrored room anywhere in this house."
Alta walked around the couch and came towards him. "Don't feel badly about it, Brad. We can have a ball without it." Her hand was warm and searching. It made him shudder as she lightly caressed his cock and balls. "You'll get hard again. Could we eat now? I'm starved."
"And I never had my cup of coffee." Gwen's legs slid off the couch and she got up. "Let's all go out into the kitchen and have some breakfast. Sort of a Naked Breakfast at Brad's House. A great tide for an X-rated film."
While Brad continued to stare at Gwen's sexy body she and the other girls walked out of the front room and entered the kitchen. Already they were dividing up the assignments. One offered to fix the eggs, the other the bacon, the toast, and so on.
Brad realized that with his three house guests the food he'd brought along would quickly vanish. He decided to have breakfast, and then he'd jump into the car and drive into town. He'd buy some more food, another bottle or two of scotch, some more soda and soft drinks.
Alta called out, "Now you just relax, Brad. We'll call you when breakfast is ready."
He heard them talking softly. Now and then they laughed, as though they were planning things to do afterwards.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the three girls brought Virginia Foster back to the house they all went down into the basement. Because Gwen had been the instigator in enticing the history teacher away from Greenwood Manor, Gwen insisted on fixing the drinks for everyone. She poured a full measure of scotch for Penny, Alta, and herself; but she made sure that Virginia's portion was only one-half, because Virginia was already slightly loaded.
Gwen had expected to find Brad back from his trip into town when they returned to the house, but because he hadn't returned yet Gwen wanted to be certain that Virginia didn't get too drunk before Brad's arrival. Gwen didn't want anything to spoil the fun that she'd planned. She hadn't revealed her secret to the others, and it hadn't been easy convincing the girls and Virginia to come to the Warren house.
Now Gwen stood with her shoulders resting against the basement wall while she sipped her scotch. As the alcohol spread its warmth through Gwen's body she felt the quickening of her pulse. Excitement crackled through her limbs in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Gwen already knew what she'd planned for Gwen and Alta; but now the challenge remained, setting up the confrontation she'd planned between Virginia and Brad. Idly Gwen watched Alta and Penny. Both of them were chatting politely with Virginia.
Virginia was a tall and slender woman in her thirties. Her hair was a shade lighter than black; she wore it short so that the strands barely came to her shoulders. Her breasts appeared small under her black sweater. Most of the girls at school were convinced that Virginia was flat-chest, and that the mounds under her clothing were nothing but padding. The hem of Virginia's skirt was positioned very properly, one-half inch above her knees. Her long slender legs were sheathed in filmy blue stockings. Probably pantyhose, Gwen thought.
At the moment Virginia's legs were crossed as she sat in the easy chair. Her slim foot, encased in a high-heeled black pump, bobbed up and down while she stared dreamily at Alta.