At one point in practically every marriage, a certain period of restlessness sets in.
Even though Joel Pearson deeply loved his beautiful red-haired wife Sheila, he began to develop a roving eye after five years of a successful marriage.
"The Young Swappers" is a novel about what happens in the lives of four restless young people, two women and two men, when they decide to search for greater sexual adventure than their marriages have been providing.
When Joel met fellow race driver Mickey Durrell, who confessed that his marriage was reaching a stage of ever increasing boredom, they struck upon the idea of exchanging spouses one wild weekend under the Palm Springs sun.
The concept of swapping is one that is being discussed with ever greater frequency, and author Raymond Thomas covers the topic in an uncompromisingly frank manner that cannot help but make the reader gain in understanding.
For a short time, after the partner exchange has been executed, all of the parties become convinced that swapping was something they should have undertaken long before.
Like many things in life that leave an instant impression of success, only to end in frustration, the swapping episode unleashed a torrent of bristling emotions.
Joel's wife Sheila learns to bitterly regret what happened to her in Palm Springs, and it is only following a good deal of turmoil that Joel is able to restore some semblance of order into his married life.
"The Young Swappers" has a good deal to say about present morality, and, what happens when two couples lose themselves for an entire wild weekend in unrestrained swapping.
- The Publishers
CHAPTER 1
Joel Pearson looked at his wife Sheila's nude body. She was lying sprawled out in the middle of their huge, king-sized bed. The longer that Joel focused his eyes on her rust-colored public mound, the more enticing she became to him.
He had spent most of the day testing his new automobile for an important race that weekend in Northern California, and the thing he needed most at that particular moment was a little relaxation to get away from the pre-race tension that always set in several days before he was to depart for a big automobile race.
The longer his eyes surveyed her pubic mound, the greater his interest became in reaching down and touching it.
For a moment his eyes focused on her lovely face. He liked her sparkling blue eyes, and her radiant bright red hair.
He had loved Sheila right from the first time that he had met her when both were students in high school. They had married just a few weeks subsequent to their graduation, at which time Joel got a job working full time at a garage.
In the five years that intervened, Joel made great strides in the field of race-car driving. At first he started out drag racing as a weekend hobby, but soon, after he began to acquire a reputation of excellence, he was able to branch out into the more lucrative field of big cars. From there he began enjoying a number of successes, and now they were able to share a luxury penthouse apartment in fashionable Westwood, not far from the U.C.L.A. campus. Joel reached down with his left hand, allowing his fingers to move ever so slowly inside his wife's mound.
He touched her rust-colored pubic hair, then permitted his fingers to wind their way toward her vaginal walls.
He played with her pussy lips ever so affectionately, anticipating the moment at which he would let his tongue go to work on her mound.
He thrust his head forward, letting his lips come into fervent contact with hers.
Every time his lips ignited against her bright red, thick sensuous lips, he felt that much more like going all the way with her.
He slipped his tongue inside her mouth, letting it maneuver of its own accord. At first it worked slowly, but not for long. His tongue generated steam, and before he knew it he was working it at its fastest possible level.
Back and forth the tongues collided, and as the French kissing continued, Joel began to work his fingers more quickly inside Sheila's pussy.
He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. The moisture was surfacing rapidly in her box, encouraging Joel all the more with his finger efforts.
When he finally removed his tongue from Sheila's mouth, he was determined to put it to work immediately on her now overjoyed snatch, which was awaiting swift contact.
"I want your pussy," Joel told her.
"Be my guest, honey. After a hard day's work, I guess you're entitled to do just about anything you want."
"With no holds barred?" he grinned.
"No, I'm not going to go quite that far," she laughed.
Joel recognized Sheila as a woman of restraint, which bugged him a little. He wanted to experiment in sex to the ultimate, whereas Sheila preferred drawing the line.
His head dropped down between Sheila's legs. Joel reached out with both hands, cupping his fingers fondly around her ass cheeks.
He thought about how great it would be to just once be able to slip his stiff penis high into her asshole. But that didn't appear to be a likely possibility, since she had always argued against that type of sexual communication.
So Joel decided to at least let his fingers roam over her buttocks. That was probably the closest, he anticipated, that he would come to fucking her asshole. At least for quite some time, until he could talk her into adopting a new lifestyle.
While his fingers pinched and squeezed her firm buttocks, his tongue went to work with a few well-timed preliminary strokes around her pussy.
He liked the fact that she was already a little wet down in her vagina, and that gave him all the more impetus to suck her snatch to climax.
His tongue darted steadily inside her mound, picking up momentum, sliding at a brisker level than before.
She was beginning to come alive to the sensations she was receiving. At first Sheila took things rather casually, as she generally did when it came to bedroom activity.
That was another point that rankled Joel a little. He wanted his beautiful wife to go out of her gourd with ecstasy in the same way that he did when it came to jumping under the sheets together. But Sheila was instead rather cool and calculating, something that miffed Joel a good deal. He wanted to just once see her let herself go in the early stages of a screw. About the only time she would really cut loose in the way that he wanted to see her do it was in the throes of climax.
His tongue continued to busily work around her mound, It would scrape against her wet pubic hairs, then sink into her pink vagina.
With every increasing stab, he found his activity that much more appealing.
His tongue efforts were just beginning to bear fruit when he decided on another course of action. Just as he observed his beautiful wife's hips rotating back and forth, swaying with his tongue movements, he released his tongue from her snatch and sank his teeth into her clitoris.
His intention was to do a little nibbling, which, he knew, would serve to get her that much hotter.
When he began the nibbling, he immediately observed that her hips and ass cheeks were gliding more quickly than before. He wasn't the least bit surprised. After five years of marriage, Joel was a very experienced 23-yearold. He knew his beautiful Sheila very well.
As his teeth continued to consistently find the range, gnawing with just the right amount of force on her pussy lips, Joel thought about the fact that Sheila's was about the only pussy that he really knew.
He had had only a few casual affairs with girls at school when he met Sheila. He began dating her steadily, and-the two of them had remained inseparable companions ever since. He recalled going to prostitutes once or twice when his wife was away on vacation when he was away at a race, but that was about the extent of it. His entire sex life was wrapped around one woman, his beautiful wife.
He finally withdrew his teeth from her clitoris. He felt that it was time to put his tongue back to work, to allow it to slice away against her mound.
He had succeeded in heating her up, and it now boiled down to a question of just when she would explode her juices inside his mouth.
Joel worked his tongue quickly, not wanting to waste one solitary minute. He was eager to get his gorgeous wife's pussy juices.
His tongue kept on working at an arduous clip. Before he knew it he was beginning to feel a little bit tired from his speedy efforts, but kept going on the basis of the fact that he realized it would not be long before she would juice inside his mouth.
His fingers worked their way toward her breasts. He clutched at the firm folds of flesh, enjoying touching them, as he always did. While his fingers continued wrapping around her breasts, he felt her body begin to spasm.
At that point he braced himself, recognizing that Sheila would be juicing quickly inside his mouth.
When he heard her heave a prolonged sigh, Joel recognized that the time had arrived.
Quickly he switched his fingers from her breasts to her ass cheeks. Through some kind of instinctive process, he had come to enjoy clasping his fingers around her hot butt as she was exploding her juices in his mouth.
Joel's eager tongue went to work collecting the desserts of his efforts. He swallowed every precious droplet from her mound, then withdrew his tongue.
Now that Joel had derived enjoyment from sucking his wife's cunt to completion, he was eager to go on to the nest stage of the action.
As he looked down at his throbbing prick, he realized that he was in dire need of communication.
He felt the itchiness in his balls, knowing that there was only one way to rid himself of it.
Chapter 2
The tingles of anticipation continued to swell within Joel's hard peter.
He looked down at his huge member, reaching out and stroking it a few times.
"I sure wish you'd suck my prick for me," he looked down at his lovely wife and smiled.
"We've been over that before," she replied tightly.
"I know we have, and as far as I'm concerned nothing's been resolved."
"It's all been resolved," Sheila crisply corrected. "I said I'm never going to do anything like that. I just don't believe in that oral stuff."
"What did I just do to you? That's oral sex."
"That's a little different. You want to do it, so I'm not about to stop you."
"Hell, you've asked for it many times."
"Like I said. That's different. I don't mind you doing that to me. But I sure do mind sucking on your long disk. I don't want to do that at all."
"Just give me one good reason."
"The whole thing strikes me as perverted," she said defensively. "Let's not go into that anymore. I'm tired of hearing about it."
"I'm tired of being turned down."
"Then just don't ask again. That way you won't get turned down."
"Very funny," Joel said sarcastically.
"I wasn't trying to be funny. I was just trying to level with you. Now if you'd like some sex, then just go ahead. But don't expect me to turn into a cock-sucker just to make you happy."
Joel heaved a defeated sigh, looking down at his penis. The brief argument had caused his erection to wilt just a shade, even though his cock remained fairly hard.
"At least reach out and give me a good hand job," Joel requested.
He knew he was on safe grounds in making that particular request. Sheila reached out with her right hand, working it swiftly up and down the full length of his organ.
While she was fingering his cock Joel closed his eyes momentarily and enjoyed the stimulating sensations.
It didn't take a great deal to get him excited, but what bothered him was missing out on certain other events that friends of his were getting the benefit of all the time.
He would hear his driver friends and members of his pit crew talking about getting sucked off by their wives or girl friends. It bugged him to think that Joel Pearson, prominent race driver, wasn't able to score to the same extent they were. And all because his wife still maintained certain hang-ups. He even heard a few of the guys talking about buggering their wives and girl friends, but not him. Not with Sheila.
His cock soon regained its full hardness, by which time he was ready to go into a state of high-flying fucking sensations.
His fingers worked their way down toward Sheila's moist pussy. He toyed with her snatch a few times, then withdrew his fingers from it.
Joel reached out and grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart.
His eyes focused lengthily on her waiting pussy. Sheila was aware of what her husband was getting ready to do.
While his fingers continued to clutch Sheila's thighs, Joel heaved his body forward, permitting his huge pecker to make its first entry inside her mound.
He felt the familiar tightness, and the pussy muscles clasping, exercising themselves as he drove his cock at a blistering pace, surging forward again and again.
Joel was in such a hot state that he knew he couldn't space out his fucks, such as he often did. Whenever they got to get together for a more leisurely screw, Joel would time things in such a way that the sex would last a good while.
His body corkscrewed back and forth as he made one speedy penetration after another. His body would lunge forward, his cock penetrating even deeper, after which he would slightly withdraw his mammoth stick.
While the heat generated within him, Joel's balls were beginning to bulge and itch. He enjoyed the fast, restless pace, and recognized that with each ensuing stab he was that much closer to orgasm.
"What a tight cunt you've got," he exclaimed.
While his burning cock was exercising itself with great vigor inside Sheila's mound, Joel dropped his head forward, permitting his tongue to enter her mouth.
Quite often he enjoyed the act of simultaneously Frenching with Sheila while his prick was stabbing and tearing inside her pussy.
Her body lunged back and forth, meeting his incessant piercing strides, as Joel moved ever closer to climax.
He worked his fingers around her breasts, twisting them every once in awhile against her nipples as the passionate urgings mounted within him with each and every flaming pecker stab.
He finally withdrew his tongue from Sheila's mouth, working it down to her breasts.
He quickly left a trail of saliva on her left breast through diligent tongue efforts. He switched his tongue over to her right breast, maintaining the same kind of effective pace.
The closer that he drew to climax, however, the greater the recognition that Joel came to that he would have to devote his attention almost exclusively to the fucking.
He therefore withdrew his tongue from her breasts, looking down at her twisting, beautiful nude form as he kept on plunging his spear with great intensity into her pussy.
His fingers reached down and clutched her thighs. One of the things that had attracted Joel to Sheila right from the very beginning was her long, sensuous legs.
She was five-foot-eight, some four inches shorter than Joel, and he liked her beautiful lines, In fact, she was so beautiful that the only thing that he really had against her was her inhibitions.
But still he found his interests wandering to other women. Not in an overt way, to the point where he would actually attempt to score, but he found himself noticing them in ways he hadn't previously. He found himself undressing them mentally more often than had been the case before, and wondered if a lot of it couldn't stem from the fact that his wife maintained so many sexual hang-ups. He recognized that a number of other women had no hang-ups at all, and were willing to engage in any form of sex activity.
The plunging cock stabs continued, and Joel found himself winding his way ever closer to climax.
His fingers creased against her thighs more tightly than before, and his cock was a veritable buzz saw of activity as he kept on plunging it incessantly inside her mound.
A few strokes later, a sea of burning white liquid began to spill out of the end of his rod.
"I'm there," he gasped, "what a fuck we've had, baby. I really love slamming it to you. Oh, what a great screw."
He watched with fascination as the last few droplets of sperm spilled out of his penis.
Chapter 3
Joel left for Northern California on Friday.
Sheila begged off from going with him on the trip, deciding to stay home. The races made her nervous, and she quite frequently decided against going to them.
Joel fared well in Sunday's race, finishing a close second to the race's winner.
He immediately called Sheila following the race, letting her know that he was in good health, and had finished in the runner-up spot.
After he finishes talking to Sheila, Joel decided to go across the street to a restaurant-bar and have something to eat and drink.
As he walked inside, threading his way toward the bar in the crowded restaurant, a number of well-wishers slapped him on the back.
A race car owner stopped him and exclaimed: "I predict you'll be the best driver in this whole circuit in a few years."
"I don't know about that," Joel smiled. "There are a lot of good ones around."
"I know what I'm talking about. I've been in this business better than twenty years, son." The man asserted.
Joel thanked him kindly, then began walking closer to the bar.
Just as he was about to sit down at the bar, he heard a friendly and familiar voice calling out to him.
"Come over here, Joel," he recognized Mickey Durrell's voice.
He turned and walked toward the table, where Mickey was polishing off dessert. Sitting next to him was his overpoweringly beautiful blonde wife, Faye.
It was about the third time that Joel had seen Faye in the last few weeks, and every time that he feasted his eyes in her direction, he became more impressed with her beauty of face and figure.
"How's it going folks?" Joel looked at Mickey and Faye, grinning.
"Just fine. Congratulations," Faye said. "You drove a very good race."
"You're very kind, thank you," he replied.
"You sure did, old pal. Sit down and join us," Mickey said, pulling out a chair.
"I think you would have won that race, if it hadn't been for those mechanical problems," Joel exclaimed.
"Who knows," Mickey shrugged.
Joel was referring to a mechanical failure that afflicted Mickey in the first few laps of the race. As a result of it, he was forced to bow out, unable to continue.
"You really have had the tough breaks, Mickey, and I'm awfully sorry," Joel said.
"I've been around this circuit for a few years," Mickey grinned. "I know that these things even themselves out if you stick around long enough. So I'm not sweating it."
"I guess my husband is what you'd call an incurable optimist," Faye laughed.
As Joel sat there with the Durrell's, his cock couldn't help but harden every time that he glanced Faye's way. He recognized this burning restlessness that was pervading his inner spirit. Whereas for a while his eyes had remained exclusively Sheila, or at least almost exclusively, now he was developing a roving eye.
They talked for a few minutes, after which the waitress came over and took away the plates.
"I can stand a beer," Mickey said. "Make that three beers."
"If you'll excuse me, I think I'll be leaving," Faye smiled, getting up from the table. "You two guys have a beer. I'm gonna go back to the hotel and take a nap."
"You want to turn in this early?" Mickey looked at her with surprise.
"You know how it is the day of the race," Faye smiled. "I go through every twist and turn with you, darling."
"I guess it is good to have a devoted wife." Mickey winked at Joel.
"It sure is," Joel replied.
Joel got up from his chair, smiling cordially at Faye as she walked away.
"Congratulations again," she said.
As Joel watched Faye walk toward the door, he observed the manner in which her curvaceous buttocks rotated back and forth.
"That's some kind of a great woman you've got there, Mickey," Joel exclaimed.
"Yeah, she's alright," Mickey said a little tensely. "Aren't you gonna have any dinner?"
"Not until later. I usually can't eat until long after a race."
"I used to be that way. It wore off."
"For a guy's who's pretty young, you sure sound like an old pro."
"You're what, twenty-three?"
"That's right."
"I'm three years older. But three years in this business on somebody else can be like ten in anything else."
"Maybe you're right. Anyway, that Faye is sure a gorgeous woman. I'll bet you're really proud of her."
"I am," he said, a little dismally, taking a sip from his beer.
"You really don't sound it."
"How can I say it," Mickey shook his head painfully. "You reach a point in a marriage where you start feeling a little restless. I was a rookie driver if nineteen when I meet Faye. She was a racing queen of this race I was in-in this little town in Washington. I feel for her real quick, damned hard. No sooner did I get a kiss from her in the winner's circle than I was asking her out. Would you believe. That same night we were banging back in my hotel room, but she wasn't the type who was gonna be laid by just anybody wither. It just so happened that we were on each other's wave length."
"That's a beautiful thing. I don't know what you're complaining about."
"It's just after seven years of marriage, you find out that some of the tunes get old. It's a hard thing to explain. Sure she's beautiful, and sure she tries for everything she's worth to please me. But, as I said, the music kinda gets stale."
"Surely you're not thinking of divorcing her."
"No, not that," he said emphatically. "It's just that I'm getting restless. I mean, I'd like to step out a little. And I wouldn't really mind it if she did it either. I think there's a good deal to be said for swapping."
"Maybe you've got something there," Joel immediately picked up the cue. "I know that things have been getting a little dull with me in my married life, too. I mean, Sheila's a gorgeous gal, but there are some things she just doesn't want to do."
"I'm really impressed by your wife," Mickey said. "She's as gorgeous a redhead as I've ever laid eyes on."
"And I'm impressed with Faye," Joel replied.
"Would you get real angry if I just made a suggestion," Mickey said soberly.
"I guess it depends on what the suggestion is," Joel laughed. "No, I wouldn't get annoyed. Besides, I think I know what you're leading up to anyway."
"I just wish to hell we could talk our wives into getting together for a swapping session. It sure as hell would relieve the monotony."
"I'm just afraid that Sheila would hit the ceiling. I'm with you, though. I really dig Faye."
"I'll tell you what," Mickey said, taking another sip from his beer. "I'll do what I can to use a little psychology on Faye. Why don't you do the same thing with Sheila."
"I know she'd never go for swapping right off," Joel said.
"There's always one other way to handle this. We could arrange an outing together, and do a little drinking. Then maybe nature would take its course."
Joel and Mickey remained in touch throughout the next week.
They met at a few bars frequently by the automobile driving crowd in Los Angeles, discussing strategy.
Finally they both told their wives that they thought an outing to Palm Springs over the weekend would be superb. They explained that there was no race that weekend, and it would be a good opportunity for all them to get away from it all.
The wives both agreed with the idea, and on Friday evening they left for Palm Springs, taking adjoining suites at a beautiful hotel just off Palm Canyon Drive.
The following morning they meet for breakfast, after which they went to the Olympic-size swimming pool and sunned themselves.
Even though Sheila looked absolutely fetching in her bright red bikini, which showed off her long, luscious legs and her sparkling breasts, Joel's eyes were constantly registering on Faye.
He liked her smooth creamy skin, along with her trim body. Like Sheila, she too possessed long, flowing legs.
Joel could tell that his friend Mickey was getting aroused looking at Sheila, and it seemed strange that the two of them were there, hoping that they could talk the girls into exchanging partners. Joel had never been through anything like this before, and there were times when he resented the way Mickey would steal glances at his wife, just as he realized Mickey, in turn, no doubt resented the same thing from him.
By the time that mid-afternoon rolled around, everyone had acquired a significant tan.
As a matter of fact, the girls had become so red that it was necessary for them to get out of the sun.
Both of them announced the same intention - that of going to their suites and taking a nap.
While the girls slept, Joel and Mickey sat at the bar, sipping their beer and hatching strategy.
"I really think I've got Faye broken in pretty well," Mickey said. "I really balled the hell out of her last night. Did I ever stick my cock up her cunt. I'm telling you, she's got a tight nest that you wouldn't believe."
"I wouldn't argue that point with you," Joel laughed. "I just want the same kind of action."
"I think I've got her broken in. Faye is a gal who catches on pretty fast. I'll tell you something else, too. Before I came along, she'd had about two or three different affairs that had stretched out a little while. So she knows men pretty well. I mean she's no tramp, and she's never been the type who'd sleep with just anybody. If she was I wouldn't have married her, I just would have taken her as a mistress or something."
"I understand what you're saying."
"But anyhow, I've been talking you up pretty good to her. Turns out that she does think quite a bit about you, Joel. No, I think everything's well in hand. How about Sheila?"
Joel's head dropped with embarrassment.
"I wish I could say that things were moving along just as well with Sheila."
"What's the problem?"
"You know, I couldn't even get a piece of ass from Sheila last night," Joel sad sadly.
"What's the matter? You two kids tired or something?"
"Oh, no. I was all set to go. As a matter of fact, I figured that getting a good piece of ass from her would be a great way to start the weekend. You know, loosening up the inhibitions and all that jazz. But she just wouldn't go for it. She said she wasn't in the mood."
"She's such a sexy chick. I figured she'd want to ball about every night."
"You would think that," Joel nodded, "but that's not the way she is. She's damned conservative. That's what burns me up. That's what really burns me up."
"I'm awfully sorry to hear about that."
"I'll tell you what I was thinking. Maybe if I can get her a little drunk, we can all get together, and then we can just mention trading partners. Maybe if all four of us are there at the same time, and she's drunk enough, it'll work. She might blow her top, but maybe she won't. That's about the only thing I can suggest."
"I'll tell you what," Mickey said. "Perhaps we ought to both take a bottle up to our rooms. We can do a little nipping with the girls. I know that that'll bring the tigress out in Faye."
"It's probably our only hope with Sheila," Joel shook his head. "I'm really sorry about that, Mickey, because I'm looking forward to have sex with Faye. Sheila's our biggest problem."
"I'm determined you can handle her, old buddy," Mickey grinned.
"I'll do my best," Joel sighed.
They finished their beers, then got up from the bar and walked out.
They purchased some liquor at a liquor store next door, taking it up to their respective suites.
Fear tugged at Joel's heart as he opened the bottle of Scotch and mixed it with water, taking two glasses into the huge sprawling bedroom.
As he entered the room, Sheila opened her eyes and looked at him.
She looked lovely in her panties and bra. She wore stunning black lace panties and accompanying bra, and as Joel eyes her beautiful form, he recognized that she was the type of woman who could turn on any man. He was hoping that she would be willing to have sex with Mickey, so that he could have an opportunity to experiment with Faye.
"I brought some Scotch and water in," Joel said.
"I really don't feel like drinking."
"Come on now, don't be a spoil-sport," Joel said. "Here."
He handed her the glass. She cautiously sipped the Scotch. Joel, in turn, polished his off quickly.
But after he succeeded in getting her to finish her first drink, it became easier for Joel to get his wife drunk.
After five drinks, Sheila was acting giddy. She laughed at practically everything her husband said, and Joel thought that the time had come to take his big gamble. He was still highly fearful about talking to his wife concerning the possibility of sex with Mickey. As a matter of fact, he would have to go about things a little differently. He would have to just tell her about getting together with the other couple, after which he hoped that nature would take its own course.
"You know, I think I ought to invite Mickey and Faye to join the party," Joel grinned.
"Why not," Sheila laughed.
Joel immediately seized on his opportunity, getting on the telephone and calling Mickey. A few minutes later both Mickey and Faye arrived.
Chapter 4
It took some more booze, plus a masterful selling job on the part of both Mickey and Joel, but Sheila was willing to go to Mickey's suite with him.
Even though she was drunk, the fears still remained. Sheila wasn't accustomed to doing anything like this, and the only reason she had consented was because of the fact that she had been outnumbered three to one. It shocked her at first to hear her husband discussing the possibility of sex with Faye, and one of the instrumental reasons why she ultimately consented to se with Mickey was due to the fact that she resented her husband's attitude. She decided that two could play the same game.
As Mickey shut the bedroom door, Sheila began to tremble. Her legs and arms moved with uncertainty as Mickey walked toward her.
She watched him eagerly unbutton his shirt and toss it into a nearby chair. He then did the same thing with his T-shirt.
Mickey looked her way and flexed his muscles several times, then began to remove his trousers. After that, all that was left was for him to step out of his shorts, and when she observed the size of his huge, proud cock, she couldn't help but feel more fearful than ever.
She could tell that Mickey wasn't about to spend any time fooling around. His enormous erection told her that. He wanted action quickly, and as he moved toward the bed, her whole body tightened.
She was dressed in slacks and a blouse, and Mickey's fingers began to fervently undo her blouse. Several times he almost ripped some of the material, since her was so impatient to get the job done.
He tossed her blouse aside, then unhooked her bra, throwing it down on the floor.
He reached forward with both hands, permitting his fingers to slide against Sheila's lovely, firm breasts.
"I've sure wanted to do this for a long time," he exclaimed. "When we were sitting out there at the swimming pool, I could hardly keep my hands off you. I kept looking at these beautiful tits, wondering how good it would feel to touch them."
"How does it feel?"
"It feels fantastic."
The longer that his fingers worked over her firm breasts, the less fearful she found herself becoming.
Even though she was receiving sexual attention from another man, Sheila couldn't help but admire the way that Mickey was rotating his fingers around her smooth, creamy breasts.
He kept up his finger action for several minutes, after which he decided that he ought to remove her slacks.
He began to pull downward on them, using plenty of force so that he would remove them quickly. He just couldn't wait to remove her slacks and take off her panties.
Once her finished taking off her slacks, he reached out and grabbed her panties. He slid them speedily down her legs, his cock hardening with greater anticipation than ever as he heard the sounds of the material scraping against her lovely legs.
When he got his first look at Sheila's rust-colored pubic mound, he became hotter then ever. With great exhilaration he finished removing her panties, then reached out with his left hand and ran his fingertips smoothly over her velvety vagina.
While his fingers were working smoothly, he reached out and delivered a sharp kiss to her lips.
The first time that Mickey's lips came into contact with Sheila's, his whole body quivered.
Mickey thought about his wife Faye. He hoped that she was adjusting to Joel as easily as he was adjusting to Sheila.
When he removed his lips from Sheila's, Mickey was pleased to observe that the beautiful redhead's body, which had been so tense earlier, was losing some of its stiffness. She was exhibiting a relaxed demeanor, which made him feel very good.
Mickey, whose heart was pounding furiously, felt that he ought to kiss her lips again. So he puckered up and plunged his lips forward, permitting them to meet Sheila's lips again.
He ended up kissing her lips four times in rapid succession, at which point he slipped his tongue forward and permitted it to surge inside her mouth.
As the tongues collided with breathless ecstasy, Mickey reached out and curled his fingers around Sheila's breasts.
He continued to be impressed with her lovely boobs, and every time that he gripped his fingers around them, he felt the surging sensations rushing through him dramatically.
The flood tide of passions were mounting inside Mickey, and the longer that he turned his tongue loose inside Sheila's mouth, the better that everything felt to him.
He finally released his tongue from her mouth, reaching down with both hands and letting them slide down to her buttocks.
He wanted to train his fingers on her beautiful ass cheeks, and after a few stabs, he felt a greater sense of appreciation than ever knowing that he had access to Sheila's beautiful body.,
The longer Mickey focused his eyes on her lovely vagina, the more eager he became to turn his tongue loose inside it.
Mickey dropped his head down between Sheila's long, lovely legs. He let his tongue immediately got to work against her pussy.
A few stabs later, he found himself losing control of the entire situation. His sucking efforts became more rapid than before. As they gained rapidity, he could tell that the blistering pace was beginning to have an effect on Sheila as well.
Her hips were rotating with savage passion back and forth, reacting to his every surging stab. He put everything he had into every tongue effort, and was hip-lashing his tongue forward, pushing her ever closer to climax.
"It feels so good," she gasped, "oh, Mickey, you're doing such a beautiful job. Keep going. Keep sucking me, darling, oh, you're making me so happy."
Mickey felt a great sense of accomplishment knowing that he had successfully worn down Sheila's resistance.
It hadn't been easy to get her to the point where she would accept the idea of sex with him without any great reservations. But the longer he sent his blazing tongue into her pussy, the better she felt about having sex with him.
His tongue kept maintaining its swift pace inside her mound. He drove her ever closer to climax, clutching at her ass cheeks as he pumped every bit of the life into her pussy that he could through his superb tongue strokes.
Her mound was ablaze with satisfaction, and before they both knew it, she was on the verge of climax.
She heaved a loud sigh then began to deliver her juices into his waiting mouth.
Mickey eagerly accepted every drop of liquid that spilled out Sheila's burning pussy.
Never had he felt any better about any conquest than he did that moment about succeeding with Sheila. After all, she had been anything but willing in the very beginning, but he had overcome her opposition.
Chapter 5
Once that Mickey had succeeded in sucking Sheila's snatch to climax, he yearned for more tongue activity.
He worked his tongue down toward Sheila's buttocks. He observed her snowy, firm ass cheeks, reaching out with his hands and rubbing her buttocks.
He leaned forward and began to lick her left ass cheek. The longer that his tongue went to work on it, the quicker that her whole body reacted. She flipped it back and forth while he kept up his licking activities.
Once that he succeeded in working his tongue against her left buttock and arousing her there, he worked the same techniques over her right ass cheek.
His nimble efforts had her quickly in a state of romantic ecstasy, and he was determined to proceed from there to other magnificent activities.
He couldn't help but be infatuated by the shape of her hot ass. He looked down at her tightly constructed anus, then dreamed of slipping his tongue into her hot anal slit.
He decided finally to make the move abruptly, slipping his tongue into the outer edges of her asshole. He wanted to move his tongue slowly, to let the tempo build at a gradual level.
While his tongue worked with slow, precise movements around her asshole, she enjoyed the careful strokes that he brought to bear with his tongue.
Her whole body became alive with torrid satisfaction. Suddenly Sheila was beginning to realize that her lovemaking with Joel had taken on a mechanical air. It was nothing that she could pinpoint up until the time that she had something with which to contrast it. Now that she was aware of what she could receive in the way of uninhibited enthusiasm from handsome Mickey, she fully realized just what she had been missing before.
"Keep working your tongue," she exclaimed, "it's so good. Slip it even deeper into my asshole, baby. I really love what you're doing. Oh, yes, suck my asshole."
Mickey wasn't about to disappoint her. The momentum surge within him, and the longer he kept at it the harder his heart palpitated and the more quickly he worked his tongue resourcefully inside her anus.
"Keep sucking," she encouraged, "your tongue is on fire, honey, and so is my asshole."
The longer that he brought his tongue efforts to bear inside her anus, the itchier she felt in her vagina. Her cunt was alive with vigorous sensation, and she knew that it would be just a short period of time before she would have to orgasm again.
"I'm gonna have to shoot," she sighed, "I can't take much more of your sucking, darling. Oh, yes, you're much too good."
It made Mickey feel great to know just how well his efforts were being received. He put everything he had into his final few asshole sucks then quickly withdrew his tongue from her anus.
"You say you want your cunt sucked?" he asked grinningly.
"I'm burning up there."
"I'll tell you what. I'll need it, darling, I really need the action."
"I'm gonna see that you get it."
He slipped his tongue forward, allowing it to make its initial contact with her vagina.
He picked up the scent of her femaleness, and was enticed by the fact that her mound was already good and wet. She had orgasmed once, and realizing that, he felt that much more determined to bring her off a second time.
Mickey knew he had to keep his fingers busy while he was engaged in the sucking. He reached out and grabbed her ankles, tugging at them sharply, feeling her firm flesh while his tongue began its relentless assault of her pussy.
He began slowly enough, but soon worked his way into a torrid pace. He worked quickly, driving his tongue with enthusiastic grave over every crevice of her snatch.
The longer that he kept it up, the more accustomed he became to recognizing just how she would react to each and every stroke that he carefully brought to bear.
He knew how to instinctively time his efforts so that she would react with her hot responses. He liked the manner in which her ass cheeks would uninhibitedly wiggle his tongue circulated magnificently over her pussy.
The longer that he kept up the surging movements, the deeper and more sharply he penetrated her mound with his tongue.
With great inspiration his tongue kept tearing repeatedly into her mound, pushing her ever closer to a devastating climax.
As for Sheila, she never felt more alive than she did at that moment. Perhaps her husband Joel had been right, she couldn't help but think, just maybe she had been a little up-tight when it came to providing him with sex. Very often, she knew, couples tended to fall into a rut. Maybe that was what had happened with them. All she knew was that she was receiving all kinds of surging thrills from every tongue effort that Mickey put forward.
He continued to sustain the pace, driving his tongue quickly, pushing it with everything he had as he moved her that much more closer to orgasm.
Mickey's tongue was beginning to feel the strain of the hot, twisting efforts that he was putting forth. After all, anybody would be inclined to get a little tired after using their tongue to that extent, but despite the way he felt, Mickey was determined to bring her off. Even his tongue was a little tired, he would ignore that in expectation of the major goal, that of receiving the droplets of pussy juice from Sheila's mound.
The closer that Sheila came to climax, the more controllable her body movements also became.
Her legs wiggled, and her buttock circulated back and forth while he kept up his hot, relentless pursuit of her mound.
It made Mickey feel good to reach out and run his fingers over her breasts. He loved coming into contact with the warm, firm skin, and the longer that he did so the more impetus it gave him to do a convincing job of pussy sucking.
While his tongue remained totally immersed in her passion pit, he drove it forward with determination, moving her ever closer to a dramatic climax.
"I'm practically there, darling, just keep up your stroking," she sighed.
Her face reddened and her lips tightened as she got set to release her pussy juices. Her ass cheeks rotated more sharply than ever as Mickey put everything he could into every devastating forward penetration.
While his tongue continued to manipulate around her mound, Mickey decided to give her one last thrust that would bring her off.
He reached out with his right hand, driving his index finger forward toward her asshole.
He plunged his fingers securely inside her anus, driving it high and hard within her while he kept on sucking her mound.
Her legs kicked wildly into the air as he kept pumping his finger into her asshole, giving her additional sensations to experience while his tongue continued winding around her pussy.
She could not withstand much more in the way of his finger sensations coupled with his tongue efforts. Mickey realized he had hit on the key to receiving a kind of wild, uninhibited orgasm than he desired.
Back and forth he kept on rotating his finger, plunging it high into her anus, then withdrawing it all. All the while he kept up his sucking, driving his tongue furiously into her pussy, moving her with every devastating stroke that much closer to climax.
A few strokes later she found herself unable to withstand any more of his finger or tongue efforts.
"I've got explode," she sighed.
Just as he was delivering another finger stab inside Sheila's asshole, the juices began to spill from her pussy and into his waiting mouth.
Mickey, if anything, enjoyed the second orgasm even more than the first. The first time he had succeeded in compelling Sheila into an ever greater state of wild-eyed enthusiasm, and as he devoured her liquids, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Once he finished swallowing the last few drops of her pussy juices, Mickey reached out and ran his fingers through Sheila's lovely hair.
"I knew you'd be a wild one once you let yourself go," he told her.
"You really thought that?"
"I sure did. It just took you a little while to get warmed up."
"I'm glad you had the patience to stick with me," she laughed.
"I'll bet you're ready for more fucking, aren't you?"
"I can sure tell from the size of your erection that you are."
"There's no way I could fail to get turned on after sucking you like that."
"No, I suppose not," she laughed.
Mickey reached forward, allowing his lips to come into crisp contact with hers.
It wouldn't take much warming up on the part of Mickey to get Sheila to the same pedestal of sexual exhilaration that she had occupied when he had sucked her.
As his lips exploded devastatingly against Sheila's, Mickey once more wondered how things were faring in the other suite between his wife Faye and his friend Joel.
He hoped for Joel's sake that he was getting along with Faye as well as he was faring with Sheila.
One hot lip kiss was quickly succeeded by another, and all the while Mickey's cock was seething with anticipation. He knew that he would have to be getting it off quickly, and he loved the idea of additional sex with Sheila.
CHAPTER 6
Joel Pearson could hardly wait to strip his body clean of clothing.
Once he stepped out of his shorts, he strode over toward Faye, who was standing in the middle of the room watching him with great interest.
"I like the size of your cock," she exclaimed.
"That's a good start," Joel smiled. "I'll do something else that'!! give us a good start as well."
Joel threw his arms around her body, squeezing his chest against her soft, lovely, yet firm breasts. While their bodies clutched with great delight, he worked his tongue eagerly inside her mouth.
The delightful sensations that they shared pushed both of them ever deeper into a state of fervent passion.
Joel's tongue worked with precision, gathering momentum as time went by, letting it slash and slide against Faye's mouth.
He could tell from the way that the lovely blonde exchanged stabs with the same degree of frequency with which he pursued her that she was every bit as hungry for some hot sex as he was.
He couldn't help but think that the swapping idea was superb, and now that he was settling into, a romantic escapade with Faye, he felt more comfortable than ever.
Even though he had been all for fucking Faye, he was still a little bit nervous going into the act. After all, he had been involved in an exclusive manner with Sheila for so long that it was almost inconceivable at one point for him to contemplate having sex with another woman. But through the weakening process that had taken place in the last few weeks, his attitude had changed. Still, thinking about sex was one thing and actually going about it with another beautiful woman, and indeed a woman married to a friend of his, were two different matters.
He kept thrusting his body forward, allowing his chest to collide with increasing excitement against Faye's breasts.
While the tonguing continued, he recognized his cock hardening a little more than before. He had thought that it had been at full erection, but he was quickly discovering that it hadn't been. By this point, however, there was no way that it could conceivably become any harder. It felt to him like concrete, and it gave him a pleasant feeling knowing that he was physically equipped to give Faye just the, kind of a fuck she desired.
While their tongues continued to swirl against one another, Faye reached put with her right hand. She used it to toy with his cock. The longer and faster that she stroked his penis, the quicker in turn that his tongue wound its way around inside her mouth.
At last he felt compelled to release his tongue from Faye's mouth. After all, he was just too plain hot to keep up that kind of activity. He would have to move on to something else.
His next order of business was to remove his lover's light blue dress.
He observed quickly just how excited he was, based on the manner in which his fingers shook. He began to undo her buttons, removing them, then pulling the dress off of her.
"You really are a tiger," she sighed.
"You're damned right, particularly between my legs," he laughed.
Joel conscientiously wrapped his arms around her body once more, gliding her down on top of the bed.
As she lay there, waiting for his next move, he finished the act of removing her dress.
It turned him on big to observe the black garter belt she wore.
He reached out and began to tug at it, then snapped the straps against her smooth skin, which had reddened in the hot Palm Springs sun.
While he toyed with the straps of the garter belt, he leaned forward and kissed her lips several times briskly in rapid succession.
After removing his lips from hers, he decided to concentrate fully on getting her completely nude.
His fingers worked at the straps, undoing them, then pulling them off of her.
As he tugged off the straps, he reached out and pinched her legs. It felt good for him to press his skin firmly against hers. It seemed like any kind of contact in which he engaged Faye provided him with that much more in the way of uninhibited joy.
His next big move was to reach out and grip her panties, pulling at the elastic, quickly moving them down her legs.
If there was one thing that he desired to see at that moment, it was her smooth, hairy twat, which he wanted to reach out and fondle. It made Joel feel good to play with a girl's pussy, and that was always one of his first orders of business after he succeeded in undressing Sheila. But he was even more desirous of such contact with Faye, since he knew her so very little.
He worked her panties off-of her with several swift pulls of his wrists. He reached out and let his fingers come into contact with her thighs.
Up and down he worked his fingers around her thighs, after which the fingers of his right hand began to toy with her mound.
He looked down at the delectable pink vaginal flesh which rested beneath the soft, blond pubic hair.
His fingers would touch her pussy flesh a few times, then gravitate over toward her blond pubic mound, with which he would come into contact.
His fingers soon began to pull and tug against the pussy flesh. The longer that he allowed his fingers to glide against her mound, the better that Joel felt he was getting to know Faye.
"I like the way your fingers are moving," Faye sighed. "That's real nice, darling.
"You do a lot for me. That brings out the animal in me."
"I guess I'm just beginning to see what you've got to offer. This is just the warm-up. I can hardly wait until we really get into things."
"You won't regret any of it."
"I'm sure I won't."
His activities continued, and now his fingers were working more quickly than before.
He liked letting them glide unrestrainedly over her mound, and soon he began to feel a pleasant wetness coming about inside her as a result of his smooth, consistent efforts.
"Honey, I wish you'd suck my asshole while you're playing with my pussy," Faye gasped.
"That sounds like a real winner."
"I'll let you know when I'm ready to juice. Mickey does that to me all the time, but it's getting old with him. I mean, it's the same old action. Same pace. I know it backwards, forwards, and sideways. But I'll bet you'll put some new spontaneity into it. Yes, we probably should have resorted to something like this a long time ago."
"That can cure a marriage that is in a rut," Joel laughed.
"Is that what happened to yours?"
"It sure did."
"Then let's take the rut out of our lives," she smiled. "Keep working your fingers, honey, and let your tongue dart inside my asshole."
"All right, get set."
While Faye lay back, luxuriating in the afternoon glow of sex, she watched her new lover let his fingers flick even more casually than before. He continued generating steam with his fingers, and as they worked their way around her mound, he dropped his head down and decided to go after her anus.
He reached out with his teeth, letting them nibble against her buttocks. He knew that those sensations would cause even more electricity to emerge within her body.
He proved perfectly accurate in his assumption. Faye's body rocked back and forth as he provided her with aspiration, steadily working his teeth against her buttocks.
"I can't take much more," Faye finally called out. "You've got to work your tongue in my asshole, baby. That's what I need, and I need it bad."
As his talented fingers continued to pursue her mound, which was becoming wetter as time went by, he sank his tongue inside her pink anal canal.
He worked his tongue with supreme diligence from the very beginning, allowing it to move smoothly but rapidly, working his way anxiously forward, as his tongue penetrated ever more sharply inside her asshole.
She could feel the itchiness circulating throughout her supple body. If the finger stabs inside her mound had initiated the effort, the blazing ass suck was completing it as Joel drove his tongue at a furious pace, determined to provide her with all the sensations that he could.
While his tongue drove and splashed inside her asshole, her body flounced in dramatic response to his efforts. He liked the manner in which her breasts were jiggling from the sensations he generated with his tongue and fingers.
'Joel knew that he couldn't possibly provide her with much more in the way of that kind of excitement before she would find it necessary to steer him back to her pussy, which would need to be bathed with his tongue.
"Go to work on my mound," she finally cried out hoarsely. "Suck it, my dear."
He quickly removed his tongue from her asshole, looking down at her dewy mound, which he had precipitated wetness from through his steady finger movements.
Joel let his fingers slide up and down her lovely warm legs, then dropped his head toward her snatch.
He licked his lips several times appreciatively before engaging in his first contact, then permitted his tongue to connect with her mound for the first time.
When he made his initial contact, Faye became so carried away that she let out an inspired shout.
"What a fucker, what a sucker," she erupted. "Keep it up, baby. Play with my butt. Finger my asshole. That's where the action is, baby. In my ass and in my cunt."
While his tongue picked up the steady tempo, stabbing against her wet vaginal walls, he let his fingers pinch her ass cheeks.
Every time that he touched her butt, she flipped her ass cheeks and hips around in a corkscrew fashion.
"That's where it's at," she would exclaim whenever she was particularly aroused.
The determined efforts continued as his tongue pierced her vagina with systematic urgency. He was hungrily awaiting her orgasm, so he could swallow it, then move on to the next stage of activity.
It gave him a feeling of pride to know that he had brought Faye out of her sexual wilderness. She had been apparently withering on the vine with her husband Mickey in much the same way that he had been encountering a good deal of boredom lately in sex with Sheila. They both had an opportunity to break out of their respective shells together, and each of them was doing his and her level best to achieve those successful results.
Joel kept up his steady cuntal attack, driving his tongue forward, moving her ever closer to climax.
She finally was unable to take any more of his superb strokes. At that point she lifted her butt from the bed.
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Joel saw an opportunity, and promptly took advantage of it, slamming his left forefinger high into her asshole.
As her body twisted rhythmically, the droplets of pussy juice began to spill out of her vagina and into his mouth.
He basked in the delicious enjoyment of the liquid nectars which emanated from her snatch.
A few seconds and it was all over, but stillness did not come.
It was impossible for Joel to think about anything other than placating the fervent desires in his cock.
CHAPTER 7
The longer that Joel focused his eyes on his nervous cock, the more convinced he became that the moment of reckoning had approached.
He had to get his rocks off and having beautiful -blonde Faye in his presence was enough to maintain his erection for a lengthy period of time, even if he did happen to shoot once. Joel was determined to make this one of the great sex encounters of his life, something to approximate those sessions early in his married life with Sheila, and those just prior to the time that they got married.
"I'd like for you to suck it," he pointed toward his cock. "Do you have any hang-ups about sucking cock?"
"Heavens, no," Faye laughed. "As a matter of fact, I just love it. I like it just about as much as I do getting my pussy fucked."
"Or having your cunt sucked?"
"Or having my cunt sucked," she nodded. "I'll give you the deluxe treatment."
"That sure will be a welcome change," he sighed.
"A welcome change, you say?" She looked at him incredulously. "How about Sheila? Isn't she giving you a lot of that kind of action?"
"I hate to tell tales out of school, but hell no. She thinks that this is the dirtiest business under the sun, going down on a cock."
"I don't believe it. A sexy girl like her, and she doesn't dig cock-sucking."
"She's got a hang-up about it."
"That's really something. I would think she'd enjoy having the opportunity to suck on a clean, long cock like this. And as far as sampling your hot, white cream is concerned, that would really be something else. I'll tell you, if I were married to you I'd be going down on your prick all the time."
"In a way I kind a wish I was married to you, Faye," he laughed nervously
What gave him the feeling of nervousness was that he knew down deep, at that very moment, that he was actually sincere about what he had said. Perhaps the remark had been made in jest-like context, but it remained valid none the less. He would have savored the opportunity to get a cock suck any time that desire arose in his mind.
"I wish you would give me your deluxe treatment," he said.
"Just wait honey. You're gonna get the works from me."
"I couldn't think of anything more delightful."
He lay back and spread his legs accommodatingly, awaiting her initial movement.
It came in the form of a brisk forward stab with her right hand. She reached out and grabbed his testicles, tugging with great earnestness, providing him with the kinds of tingling sensations that he needed as a prelude to being sucked off.
Her fingers continued to curl around his bulging testicles as she settled into the familiarity of the act. It was the first time she had ever engaged in this particular intimacy with Joel, and consequently the act contained great meaning for her.
She observed his balls bulging and expanding as she kept up her steady pace, moving her fingers against his balls quickly, getting him all the more intrigued with the act.
His legs extended themselves stiffly then kicked out several times in a forward fashion as she kept up her strokes, working the fingers of her hand over his balls.
"I now add something," she laughed.
With her other hand, she moved it out and touched the end of his hard cock.
At first her touch was smooth, soft, very gentle, just enough to provide him with additional passion.
"That does feel good," he exclaimed loudly. "When you said you were gonna give me the works, that's just what you damned well meant."
"I won't fail you."
"That I know. I can tell by the way you're working your beautiful fingers. Baby, you're too much."
The fingers kept on working with great precision. She stepped up the pace of her finger strokes over, the end of his cock, and before long his whole body was vibrating to her every touch.
Back and forth his hot body rotated as her fingers continued to curl around his balls and toyed with them.
While she played with his testicles, she worked the fingers of her other hand up and down the full length of his inflated penis.
She loved touching the warm, erect skin, so smooth yet hard, so delectable to her every touch. She enjoyed watching him twist and squirm every time that she supplied additional pressure. She knew just what it would take to bring this hot, handsome man off, and she was determined to let the pace develop as she saw fit. After all, Faye thought, just why should she bring him off too quickly? When she had a cock that she enjoyed that much, it was in her best interests to allow things to develop gradually. She watched his body twitch, then supplied some more pressure as her fingers dug ever deeper into his balls.
Once she was convinced that his testicles were bulging at their thickest level, she reached down and allowed her ready red tongue the opportunity to collide for the first time with his scrotum.
When her tongue made contact initially, his ass cheeks wiggled. After a few moments of buttocks wiggling, his whole body began to squirm from her inspiring movements.
Her tongue set forth in a brisk fashion, caroming over his testicles, moving with sharp rapidity, stroking with great purpose.
As she kept up her dazzling pace, causing his breath to rapidly shorten, he reached out with his right hand and ran his fingers through her hair.
He loved coming into contact with her hair, and all the while she kept up her pace, letting her tongue continue to collide with his balls.
As she whipped her tongue into a vigorous frenzy, she reached out with her right hand and began to tug up and down on his cock.
Joel was only too well aware by that point just where things stood. She would keep up her actions for a little while longer then switch her tongue efforts to his cock.
She made the switch even quicker than he anticipated. The reason was that her patience was beginning to wear thin. The longer that she allowed her tongue to circulate over the balls, the greater the degree of hunger that Faye began to feel for the juices that were running rampant inside Joel's hard cock.
Joel's balls smoldered with passionate urgency, and soon there would be a period of deliverance in the course of which his long dick would erupt and the surging white juices would flash forward into her waiting mouth.
She attacked his long spear with her tongue, teasing the tip of it several times by running it over the top, then working it downward over the length of his silky glands.
While her tongue was working rapidly, pushing him that much closer to his objective, she decided to reach out with the fingers of both hands and let them go to work over his balls.
She tickled his testicles with every superb touch, reaching out and applying just the right amount of pressure to ensure him of the most erotic response.
Her fingers glided with majestic satisfaction over his testicles while her tongue was consistently sliding up and down the full length of his hard dick.
His breath was coming in puffs and gasps as he pushed ever closer to the brink of orgasm.
With every succeeding tongue thrust, he moved that much closer to the ultimate pinnacle, that at which the white spirited pecker cream would spill forward and arrive inside her mouth.
The longer, she thought about how great it would be to taste his delicious juices, the more determined she became to realize that satisfaction instantly.
She squeezed his balls a few more times, continuing her steady onslaught over his cock, driving her tongue up and down its full length, allowing her head to bob as the flowing action continued.
"Keep working your tongue," he sighed, enjoying her steady tongue movements. "I'm practically there, darling. Keep working it."
Her fingers clutched his balls more determinedly than ever, and her head was bobbing more quickly than before as she placed him on the final pedestal preceding the burning orgasm.
He could feel the hot juices getting ready to surface out of his balls and escaping out of the end of his itchy pecker.
He felt that familiar itch in the tip of his cock that always preceded orgasm, and as she kept on with her steady sucking, he got set to unleash his juices.
A few droplets escaped out of the end of his rod, shooting into her mouth. They were eagerly accepted, and Faye squeezed his balls several more times, convinced that the big moment was at hand. She had been alerted by a few preliminary droplets of cum, but the huge stream was still to be received.
He let out a loud sigh. Joel's whole body rocked as the deluge commenced. The hot white juices spilled like a tornado out of the end of his itchy penis and into her mouth.
Even though she was being deluged with his hot thick jism, Faye was enough of a sucking professional to be able to stay with the load, never losing her cool, determined not to lose even one precious drop of the liquid she had been seeking for quite some time.
The burning white juice kept on thundering out of the end of his long silky dick, and she removed her fingers suddenly from his balls, clutching at his legs as the orgasm continued.
"Go after it," he exclaimed. "Go after every bit of my hot juice, honey. You want it, it's here, it's really here, you're gonna get it. You're gonna eat every bit of it."
She stuck with his load until the last few droplets of joy juice had spilled out of the end of his pecker.
At that point she withdrew her tongue from his cock, happy that she had had the opportunity to suck out one of the best loads she had ever received.
"You really must have been horny," she laughed.
"I just happened to be lucky enough to have a human suction cup sucking the stuff out of me," he laughed, reaching out and tucking Faye playfully under the chin.
"I'll be glad to give you any kind of suction you want any time you want it."
"That's the best offer I've had all day," Joel acknowledged with a smile.
"Or any other day, for that matter. I wish my wife took your attitude about sex. There's no hang-ups with you. It's all pleasure."
"Life's too short baby, to think otherwise," she winked.
"That's the girl. You've got it all figured out. I'm the same way. Let's give ourselves as many pleasures as we can."
"Oh, yes, I'm all with you there," she said.
To illustrate her point, Faye reached down once more with her fingers. She clutched at his cock with the fingers of both hands, eager to receive some more action from her lover.
"I'd like to see what else you can do," she told him.
"You're putting me on trial?"
"In a way, I guess."
"I've got another hot fuck stored up for you inside my cock," he said confidently. "As a matter of fact, you're too beautiful to pass up. Sure, I want to ball with you again. I'll spill some more juices into you."
He reached out and ran his fingers delectably over her forehead. He liked the softness of her skin, and the longer he touched her, the harder he felt his cock becoming.
It wouldn't be long, he knew, before his cock would be standing just as proud and as tall as it had before he had experienced his last orgasm.
For one thing, Faye was more than eager to help out. She reached out with her right hand and began to maneuver her fingers up and down the full length of his bulging pole.
"Turn loose," Joel gasped.
Faye had been doing such a convincing job of running her fingers up and down his cock that he feared he would shoot immediately.
Faye released her fingers, looking over at her lover and smiling.
Joel decided that it was time for him to seize the initiative once more. After all, Faye had succeeded in getting his cock back up to where it had been prior to his orgasm. He was prepared to reward her with a good stiff fuck, but before he got around to using his cock, he wanted to see to it that he gave her plenty in the way of preliminary sensations.
He reached out with his nervous tongue, permitting it to slide over her left breast.
He worked it with great deliberation, letting the speed pick up as he went along, working his tongue with just the right amount of zest.
Once the pace began to accelerate, he reached out every now and then and nibbled at her nipple. His efforts were bearing great fruit, causing her body to sway with every passionate nibble or suck.
He worked his tongue alternately over each breast, getting her thoroughly in the mood for some more sex.
He reached out with both hands and grabbed her left arm, pulling it up away from the rest of her body.
"What are you doing?" a thoroughly startled Faye asked.
"I'm getting set to suck your armpit."
"Groovy. I've heard of passionate men, but I'll tell you the truth, darling. To this day I've never had my armpit sucked."
"Then get set, because that's precisely what I'm gonna do."
"Tell me more."
"Why should I tell you when I can show you," he laughed.
He extended his body forward, reaching out with his tongue and permitting it to slip inside her armpit. His tongue slipped and rotated around every crevice of flesh, causing great waves of excitement to materialize throughout her body.
Faye enjoyed what he was doing for her, and the steady, overwhelmingly passionate sensations of his tongue continuing to come into contact with her armpit proved to be a wonderful surprise.
After he finished with the left armpit, he directed his attentions to the right. He worked his tongue like a steady buzz saw, driving with overwhelming enthusiasm against her armpit.
Her legs twisted and turned, and she rotated her body with his every effort, responding with great empathy.
He finally decided that he had worked himself into enough of a lather. That is, through the sucking route. From that point forward, he told himself, he would be putting his long, surging dick to work, allowing it to plunge inside her pussy.
He reached down and grabbed her ankles. It felt good to touch their smooth surface, and as he began to apply some pressure, she looked up at him with sex-starved passion.
"I want you," she exclaimed. "I want your long hard prick inside my snatch. Fuck my cunt, my dear. I need you slamming your cock into my pussy. Fuck me, darling."
"No need to get impatient," he laughed. "I'm right on schedule.
"Your tongue is too much."
"It was all in the nature of a good cause, getting both of us ready for a fuck that we'll never forget."
"I'm with you. Send your surging dick into my mound. I really want it. I really need it."
"You'll have it," he nodded.
He removed his fingers from her ankles, permitting them to maneuver upward to her thighs.
While his fingers danced with delightful satisfaction over the gently rounded perfection of her stunning thighs, he moved his prick forward, pushing it ever closer to her pussy.
In a blaze of glory he pushed his restless rod forward, letting it penetrate inside her wet, inspired pussy for the first, time.'
He listened to the soft moan escaping from her throat, then tightened his muscles as he moved tensely forward, penetrating her to the utmost.
Joel knew that those first few cock strokes were very important, and he saw to it that he delivered himself with just the right degree of urgency, fucking her good and hard, but not allowing himself to go overboard to the extent of losing control.
Tensely his body kept on surging in and out of her snatch, stroking with great skill as he tore into her cunt muscles.
She wiggled her buttocks time and again, doing her best to meet every forward stroke that he provided with his thick prick.
Before long be was extending himself to his very limits, sending his explosive cock with torpedo-like enthusiasm as deep into her pussy as it could possibly go.
The penetrations were increasing in frequency, and, in addition, they were becoming much sharper than before. The longer he stabbed her mound, the harder his rotating cock came into contact with her snatch.
With blinding zeal be kept penetrating her, pushing ever closer to climax.
Joel found that it was necessary for him to keep his fingers busy while his cock was emphatically plunging into her pussy. So he reached out with both hands and curled his fingers around her buttocks.
He liked the constant urgings he supplied her ass cheeks. It gave him added confidence and enthusiasm for the fucking that he was providing. Every time he came into contact with her skin, it made him that much more mindful of what a piece of ass he was exploring with his titillating penis.
He drove and surged his prick briskly forward, driving ever closer to the frantic moment of orgasm.
A few blinding strokes 1ater, the juice began to spurt out of the end of his organ.
His whole body began to crumble under the pressure of his orgasmic release.
He leaned forward and let his tongue work its way inside his lover's mouth.
Back and forth Joel's tongue converged with Faye's as he continued to relentlessly tear his cock into her, getting his thrills as his white juices poured devastatingly into her waiting mound.
Faye enjoyed the scintillating contact and as she felt the sensations of the white cream spilling into her pussy, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of relief.
"What a fuck," she concluded.
A tiny smile formed on Joel's lips. His lovemaking with Faye had been a truly liberating experience for him.
Whereas he was beginning to feel confined having sex with Sheila according to her narrowly prescribed ground rules, things were a lot different in bed with Faye.
When it came to fucking, she was every bit as uninhibited as he was.
CHAPTER 8
Mickey had become thoroughly enchanted with Sheila's ass.
At first he had done a spectacular job rimming her, sliding his tongue high inside her lovely anal passage. The longer that he kept his tongue sinking into her anus, the more intrigued he became over the possibility of fucking her asshole.
His cock stood out proudly, eagerly anticipating contact with his lover.
Sheila had started slowly, exhibiting fear concerning the taking of a new lover, but the longer she fucked with Mickey, the easier it became for her to adjust.
He eyed her trembling nude form, which was shaking with the intensity of the woman who knew she was about to receive more sexual satisfaction. Even though she wanted additional satisfaction from Mickey, she still maintained apprehension about the unknown.
Mickey was determined to loosen her up, and to make her react in a wildly unrestrained fashion.
He reached out and let the first two fingers of his right hand touch her gooey love nest, which he had caused to explode with his tongue.
He needed to lubricate his beautiful lover, and as his fingers briskly continued to confront her wet, V-shaped triangle, she looked up at him with great desire.
Mickey knew that he was beginning to grow on her, and that gave him a great feeling of satisfaction. He wanted to thrust his prick into the lovely woman's asshole, and was determined that once he acclimated her to that type of activity, she would learn to love it.
"Why are you playing with my pussy?" she asked.
"I want to slip the juices into your asshole."
"That seems like a strange thing to do."
"Not nearly as strange as you'd think."
He removed his fingers suddenly from her anus, then permitted them to come into contact with her asshole.
He worked his fingers upward slowly into her anus, then began to plunge more sharply and frequently. The steady impact of the sensations that he directed with his fingers high into her asshole gave her new feelings of excitement. She could feel the electrical shock waves manifesting themselves throughout her body with every piercing stab that his fingers put forward.
Mickey soon began to plunge his fingers high into her rectum, causing her buttocks to wiggle from the incessant finger stabs that he brought to bear.
He kept driving his fingers sharply into her asshole, and all the while his cock grew hard and steadfast. He knew that he had arrived at the point wherein he would have to get off his rocks.
With sturdy authority, Mickey reached out and grabbed his lover's ass cheeks.
"Turn over, my dear," he said.
"What ever for?"
"I'm gonna fuck you."
"Then why do you want me to turn over?"
"I want you on your stomach," he said huskily.
Mickey pinched at her ass cheeks, directing her over on her stomach. He reached out and picked up a pillow, which he slipped under her stomach.
"Rise up a little, baby," he told her.
"I just don't get it," she shook her head as she allowed him to slip the pillow beneath her stomach.
"I want a good shot at your ass," he exclaimed, letting her know in no uncertain terms just what he was after as he plunged his right index finger into her asshole.
"Not that," she said with astonishment.
"Of course. You'll love having your asshole fucked."
"Never," she exclaimed. "That's going too far."
"Like hell it is," Mickey replied.
Mickey recognized that his passions had come too far to turn back at that point. For minutes he had savored the delicious prospect of permitting his thick, bulging pecker to make penetration inside her anus. He desired it madly, and nothing would cause him to pass up such an opportunity, not even her initial opposition.
"Just lie still, everything will be fine," he sighed.
"No, it won't. Not if you do that. You're really gonna hurt me."
"I'm just gonna sting you a little," he laughed, doing his best to try and calm her down. "You're gonna love it, darling, every hot stroke."
He reached down and gripped her thighs as he licked his lips, then sent his surging tool forward.
With one savage stroke, he penetrated inside her anus.
As his cock clasped against her tight anal muscles, he couldn't help but feel that his efforts were justified. Perhaps he had had to face some opposition, but it was worth it in view of what he was getting in the way of sexual reward.
He lunged his body forward sharply several times in rapid succession, driving and plunging his pecker forcefully into her anus. He kept on pushing his pecker with devastating force into her asshole.
Her hips flipped back and forth involuntarily as he kept, up the steady pace, driving his iron like instrument into her as far as he could plunge it.
Her body shook a few times from the pain that accumulated from his Savage like strokes, but after a few penetrations, she began to feel the pain a whole lot less and the pleasure a good deal more.
She quickly discovered that it really didn't hurt as much after a few strokes as it did in the beginning. Once her asshole became accustomed to his sharp stabs, she found herself anticipating every increasing effort that he brought forth.
"What an asshole," he sighed as he kept up his pace, "do I love entering. Oh, what sharp penetration. Keep your hips flinging, baby. Keep meeting my thrusts. That's what I like to see. A lot of cooperation."
The longer that Mickey fucked Sheila's asshole, the more tightly she clasped her legs. It provided Mickey with even more sensation as he continued his steady assault on her anus.
Sheila recognized just what kind of a rude awakening she was facing. Never had she even considered allowing a man to sodomize her, but there she was, receiving jolt upon jolt from the huge authoritative weapon that Mickey was wielding. His phallus continued to dig intensively into her asshole as he pushed ever closer to climax.
The closer he drew to orgasm, the simpler his strategy became. His itchy, throbbing phallus was receiving its greatest joy from the savage penetration and plunging as deep into her asshole as it would go.
He tore tirelessly into her rectum, receiving great sensations every time that contact was made.
His body began to shudder, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
He continued pushing forward, drilling his prick into her, nearing the moment of climax.
As he reached the final few strokes of the act, Mickey reached out with both hands and clutched his lover's ass cheeks tightly.
He liked the idea of the additional stimulation as he sent himself through the closing paces.
"Get set, I'm gonna juice," he told her.
A burning sensation multiplied both in his cock and balls as he drew himself closer to the threshold of finality. A few more hot stabs in her anal passage would do the trick, and his heart throbbed with anticipation as he pushed closer to that ultimate goal.
At the point at which the juices began to spill out of the end of his phallic dagger, Sheila's legs trembled and she heaved a loud sigh.
"Kiss me," she begged; "kiss me while you're juicing."
Mickey was only too happy to follow up on her request, so while his fingers remained indented in her ass cheeks, gooey white cream spilled profusely forward and his tongue moved forward.
Mickey's tongue pierced the inside of Sheila's mouth, and be felt a great sense of achievement over all that had happened.
He felt her hot breath against his, and that brought him additional joy as the final, few droplets of juice filtered out of the end of his mammoth organ and into her asshole.
It wasn't until a few seconds after he had finished juicing that he released his tongue from her mouth.
"Sheila, you're one hell of a fuck," he exclaimed, slapping her ass cheeks.
Sheila could hardly believe what had happened to her as Mickey withdrew his cock from her asshole.
In fact, if it weren't for the burning sensations that she unmistakably felt in her anus, she might have thought the whole thing a dream.
CHAPTER 9
A triumphant air of enthusiasm filled Joel's entire being as a result of what happened that weekend in Palm Springs.
He liked the fact that his wife Sheila had been willing to extend herself far beyond her former limits and engage in a variety of sex activities with another man. Even though there was a side of him that felt a tinge of jealousy toward Mickey, his friend, he couldn't help but feel that in the final analysis everything had worked out to his benefit.
He was convinced that, after having experienced such passionate lovemaking with Faye, that a new era bad arrived in his life. From that point on he would enjoy a greater variety of sex from Sheila, and would be able to occasionally have sex with Faye as well.
In the days immediately following the weekend escapade, however, he was disappointed by sudden developments that occurred in his life.
Once that Sheila was removed from both Mickey and Faye, she began to sink back into her old shell, but with one basic difference. Now she was overridden with guilt, feeling that she had done something terrible by allowing herself to be talked into swapping.
By the middle of the following week, Joel came home one evening with an enormous hard-on. He had been out testing his automobile all afternoon, and after taking a shower, his prick was standing on en4 to such a nervous extent that he felt he needed immediate release.
He walked into the bedroom, where Sheila was reading a magazine. She wore nothing but a red robe over her panties and bra, and as Joel opened the door, standing there completely nude, he was already mentally undressing Sheila. He knew that all he would have to do would be to remove the sash from her robe, then attack her panties and bra, after which he would have her in the same naked state in which he was presently immersed.
"I came in here to bring a little joy into your life," Joel smiled.
His wife immediately put down the magazine, looking up at Joel defensively.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean I want to ball with you," he chuckled. "It's been quite a little while, baby. Mickey got all the action last weekend."
"Let's completely forget about that," she said sadly.
"Why the hell should we? I thought it was great. We had an opportunity to let ourselves go."
"I guess you developed quite an admiration for Faye."
"No more than your admiration for Mickey. But what's wrong with that? I felt it would be the perfect thing to get you to remove some of your hang-ups. As a matter of fact, I'm still convinced we did the right thing. I'm sorry you're not."
"I feel quite the opposite. I'm convinced we were dead wrong about it all. It's so sinister, so tragic that people would get together and do something like that."
"What's wrong with a little swapping? Hell, it's good for people to change partners every now and then."
"I don't agree. We're in complete disagreement," she snapped.
"I don't like to disagree with you, honey. Especially when I've got such an enormous hard-on."
"Take it somewhere else," she snapped. "And I don't mean to some other woman. Can't you jerk off or something?"
'What do you mean by that? I want to fuck you. After all, you are my wife."
"I'm not in the mood. I'm sorry."
"That's a hell of a blow to hit a guy with."
"I haven't recovered from that terrible ordeal. I can't even think about sex now. It all seems so dirty to me."
"Even having sex with your own husband?"
"Especially that," she nodded.
"And why is that?"
"Because you were the instigator of this whole thing. I'll bet it was you more than Mickey who dreamed this thing up."
"I cannot tell a lie," he replied sharply. "We both had an equal hand in it."
"I'll bet."
"If you don't want to believe me, that's your business."
-At that point Joel looked down at his cock. He realized just how fast it was shriveling up. Whereas it had been standing tall and proud just a few moments earlier, the argument with Sheila had completely taken the edge off of him. He lost his erection.
"I guess you've taken care of the sex," he raised his voice belligerently. "You argued me out of it."
"I think it's best for both of us."
"How would you know?"
"Psychologically that's what we should do. We should just go without it for a little while. That'll give us time to think. To reflect on how stupid our actions were last weekend."
"I had a fucking ball," Joel replied steadfastly. "Faye was a beautiful woman, and you certainly seemed to enjoy it with Mickey."
"For the time being, I guess I did. I guess a woman can talk herself into enjoying just about anything for a little while. But the more I thought about it, the more I recognized just what a mistake I'd made. I'm not going to become some slut who's sleeping with every guy in town, even though you might think that it's the thing to do. That to me isn't jet-set life. That's just plain insanity.
"Sorry you don't see it my way," Joel said. He was fuming as he walked out of the bed-room.
Joel walked into the bathroom and put his clothes back on, then walked into the living room.
He was so miffed at Sheila that he didn't even want to sleep with her that evening. He would instead sleep on the couch, something he only resorted to when he was extremely angry.
His frustrations were so acute that he found himself unable to go to sleep. First he reflected on his wife's attitude. But then, after those thoughts departed from his mind, he began thinking about Faye once more.
His mind's eye conjured up her sinuous hips and smooth, jutting breasts. He envisioned himself once more letting his fingers turn themselves loose on her tits while his cock was grinding eagerly inside her mound.
Thoughts of Faye got him so agitated that he knew he had to walk into the bathroom.
Joel locked the door behind him, then sat down on the toilet seat.
While he closed his eyes and envisioned Faye's beautiful blonde form before him, he reached down with his right hand and tugged earnestly on his cock.
"If I can't get it one way, I'll get it another," Joel told himself.
A few moments later he released the burning juices from his cock. Faye, even in her absence, had done the trick for him.
As he walked back into the living room, lying back down on the couch, he thought about Sheila once more. If she didn't change her attitude fast, he was going to have to find another outlet for sex.
He wasn't about to be bowled over by her childish attitude. Not when his sexual demands were that great. After all, he thought, could he help it if he got hard that fast and that often? Or, better yet, could he help it that his wife was that up-tight about the idea of having uninhibited sex?
Again his thoughts turned in the direction of Faye. He wondered just what she was doing at that moment. He contemplated the possibility of Faye rolling in the sheets with her husband, Sand immediately he began to envy Mickey.
Joel recalled how eagerly Faye had put her tongue to work on his cock. He remembered the itchiness he felt in his penis and scrotum as she went to work, driving her tongue with vigorous authority, completely taking charge as she pushed him toward climax. Joel's thoughts were dominated by Faye.
The following day, when he heard from a member of his pit crew that Mickey had taken a plane to North Carolina, where he would be participating in a race that weekend, Joel find himself asking the obvious question.
"Did Faye go with his?"
"No, she's staying home this time," the man said. "She said she's getting traveling that much. After been getting around lately."
"That he has."
Joel made certain that he little early that day. Things enough to where he could cut rare occasions a little tired of all, Mickey has left the track a were going well a few corners on
His cock hardened in his trousers just thinking about Faye. The first thing he did was to drive toward a beer bar he frequented a few blocks from the track.
While he sat and sipped his beer, he thought some more about Faye. Even though he badly wanted to call her, he didn't want to upset his relationship with Sheila any more either. She had been acting downright neurotic, he thought, during the past few days, and he did not want to experience any more domestic problems than what were already manifest.
Soon his instincts won out, and he got up from the stool after taking a long sip of beer, walking toward the telephone at the rear of the building.
He quickly dialed Fay's number, sucking in his breath. He kept telling himself he was being foolish to feel that intense or nervous, but recognizing the state of his nervousness made him realize just how much Faye did mean to him.
The phone was not answered until the fourth ring.
"Hello," he heard Faye's distinctly female voice say.
"Faye? That you?" he began as a matter of formality.
"It certainly is. Who's that?"
"This is Joel."
A long pause followed.
"How are you, Joel?"
"Starved for sex."
"How about Sheila?"
"She's been impossible since last weekend."
"You know, I was kind a afraid of that. She was acting a little up-tight about it all. It wasn't anything all that obvious, but you know how we women are. Our intuition and all."
"Apparently you picked up on it before I did."
"That's too bad."
"I heard that Mickey left today for North Carolina."
"That's right. I was getting tired of all that travel. I decided to sit this one out."
"I'm glad you did."
"Why is that?"
"Because now we can get together."
"Do you really think we should?"
"I'll let you answer that. Didn't we have a beautiful rapport?"
"I did love every second of it."
"Then let's do it again."
"For God's sake, we sure can't meet over at my place."
"Or mine. I've got an idea. Why don't you meet me at this little motel, the Outpost. It's just a few blocks from the track."
"All right, my dear. I'll see you there in about a half an hour."
As he hung up the phone, he felt his cock hardening even more. The only problem would be containing himself for another half hour.
Joel ordered another beer, which he sipped, nervously passing the moments. Every few seconds he would look up at the clock, wanting the minutes to pass more rapidly so that he could go over and meet Faye.
He finally finished the beer, getting up from the stool and walking out into the parking lot. He got into his car and drove over toward the motel where he was slated to meet Faye.
He parked in the lot, waiting pensively, tapping the fingers of his right hand against his right knee.
A few moments later he observed Faye pulling into the driveway behind the wheel of a light brown Mustang.
She had a scarf completely covering her beautiful blond hair, and, in an even further attempt to disguise her identity, she wore thick dark glasses.
She got out of the car, wearing a sparkling white pants suit. As he observed her beautiful construction, her body fitting snugly into the pants suit, his hard throbbing joy stick subbed more briskly than ever against the outline of his trousers.
Faye immediately observed his huge erection.
"I guess we'd better get started fast," she smiled, "because otherwise you're gonna have a hemorrhage."
"I know I'll shoot off my juice."
They walked side-by-side toward the office, signing in, then walking toward their room.
It was a dusty room that had seen its better days long before, but as far as Joel was concerned it was a palace. Anywhere he could be alone with Faye would serve the purpose.
"I've got an idea," Faye smiled, pulling off her scarf, then removing her dark glasses.
"I'm always interested in any idea you've got."
"Let's take a shower together. That would be very romantic."
"I'll say it would."
Faye watched as Joel immediately began to tug at his clothing. He tore off his shirt, then pulled his T-shirt over his head. He undid his trousers, removing them, after which he took off his shorts.
When she saw just how hard his penis was, she walked over toward him briskly. Her anxious fingers reached out and grabbed a quick feel of his cock. At first she was content to squeeze just the tip of his erect member, but soon her curiosity extended itself to the point where she was working her fingers up and down the full length of his organ. She then let them go to work on his balls, which she tickled.
"Take your fingers off," he gasped. "Otherwise I'll juice right now."
"You really are horny Sir."
"You're damned right I am. Horny for you, baby. I'm really sorry I didn't meet you when we were both single. I wish I was married to you right now."
"Don't say that, Joel. That's a terrible dig to poor Sheila. She's a beautiful girl, even if she might have a few hang-ups about sex."
"She's getting me real irked with her hang-ups. I'm getting sick of it, honey."
Joel reached out and began to unbutton her pants suit. He undid the buttons then tugged at her arm, pulling her over toward the bed.
As she sprawled out on the bed, he began to remove her garments.
When he got his first look at her under wear clad body, his first such opportunity since the past weekend, he thought he would have to orgasm immediately. In order to restrain himself, he had to turn his head away.
When he resumed his finger movements, he reached out and undid her bra.
His fingers moved resolutely at the straps that held her bra together. He pulled off the bra, watching as it dropped down toward the floor.
When her ivory breasts dropped forward, falling and giving him an opportunity to gaze upon them, he knew he had to toy with her breasts immediately.
But first he would finish the act of undressing her by removing her panties. He sank his fingers underneath the white lace, touching her firm, warm, highly inviting skin.
He found himself pinching out at her flesh, enjoying, the reaction he received when her whole body started to quiver.
His fingers went back to the elastic around her panties. He pulled down on them swiftly. Sometimes he liked a longer, more ceremonial undressing act, but this wasn't one of those occasions. When he was that starved for sex, be was short on formalities and long on immediate action.
He removed her panties, then moved his body upward toward her breasts.
As she lay on her back, wondering what his next course of action would be, Joel brought his cock downward toward the shadowy valley which separated her ripe, pendulous breasts.
Joel liked exercising his cock briskly over her firm flesh, and as he thrust his body forward slowly, he felt the sensations gathering within him. It was like the precipitation of an earthquake. A few hot strokes into the act he could feel the burning itchiness in both his cock and balls. He was convinced that it wouldn't be long before he would have to erupt, to explode his juices.
Following a few firm, brisk strokes between her breasts, he lifted his cock and brought it into immediate contact with her left tit.
He circulated his cock up and down, letting the throbbing pace develop with a great eagerness as he kept up the dynamic rhythm.
While his cock continued to briskly clash with her hot breast, he reached out with both hands and fondled her left breast and nipple.
After he kept up his steady grinding movements a little while, he removed his cock from her left breast and worked it over toward her right.
'The searing impact continued as he kept up his thorough pace, driving his cock up and down steadily over her breasts. Every time that they made decisive contact he felt that much closer to climax.
Joel timed his movements very carefully, and, when it appeared that he was on the verge of unloading his juices, Joel quickly released his cock from her breast.
"What a workout," she giggled.
"I thought you'd like that kind of friction."
"Should we get into the shower now?"
"I can't think of a better time to do it," Joel nodded.
He watched as Faye slowly lifted her beautiful nude form upward from the bed.
He could see the soft sensuality in her calves and thighs as she eased herself to her feet.
Joel looked up at her breasts, which invitingly danced before his eyes. He knew he needed additional contact with them, and once they jumped into the shower together, be recognized that would be one of his chief incentives.
He watched the way that Faye's hot white globes of ass flesh wiggled seductively as she walked.
Joel couldn't help but think that Faye possessed as perfectly constructed an ass as he had ever seen. It certainly was as firm and as well rounded as any he had seen, including his wife's.
Just as Faye was opening the door to the bathroom, Joel reached out behind her and cupped his fingers around her buttocks.
He squeezed good and hard, admiring the firmness of her lovely skin. He let his fingers press firmly against her ass cheeks until he saw lines of redness beginning to form.
Joel decided that it was time to remove his fingers from her ass cheeks and turn his attentions elsewhere.
He walked into the bathroom, leaning over and turning on the shower faucets.
Before he knew it, the water was coming out with just the proper degree of warmth that he desired.
"Just wait until I get you inside here," he looked at his lover and winked, eyeing her body with lewd desire.
Faye stood with her hands on her hips. Just to give him an indication of what was to come, she thrust her body forward ever so slightly, giving him a good look at her pussy.
He admired the soft way that her pussy hairs sparkled against the penetration of the afternoon sun that filtered in through a tiny window just above the shower spray.
He eyed her snatch for a few moments, observing her pink vaginal femininity beneath the curled white pubic hair.
CHAPTER 10
Joel felt a great sense of exhilaration from the combination of the warm shower spray pelting against his body and the presence of beautiful Faye.
He watched the water splash unrestrainedly against her breasts and nipples, making her look that much more inviting to him.
There was something cleansing about the water's consistent contact with her inviting form that drove him to new depths of desire.
He reached out with both hands, eagerly cupping his fingers around her breasts. He squeezed bard, wanting to derive every bit of sensation he possibly could.
His fingers squeezed with such impact that soon she voiced a protest.
"Turn loose, you're hurting my tits," Faye said.
"I wouldn't want to do that," he briskly replied, removing his fingers quickly. "I want to make love to you, not hurt you."
"You just got carried away, that's all," she shrugged.
An idea struck Joel at that point. He picked up a fresh bar of white soap, letting it come into contact with her left breast.
He loved the idea of letting the soap briskly stab against her breast, and the longer that the contact continued, the more rapidly Faye's whole body shook in appreciation for what he was doing.
The soap stabs continued, and he watched closely as the water splashed with devastating eagerness against her breasts. He liked the sight of the white soap being washed away by the warmth of the water, and as he finished with the soap contact on her left breast, he reached out one last time and squeezed her nipple.
After that he let the soap collide with her right breast, moving it up and down, creating just the kind of sharp friction that he desired.
Just as he was finishing with her right breast, a new idea flashed in Joel's mind. It all seemed so appetizing that he licked his lips several times and smiled.
"What's up?" Faye asked, anticipating that something new was coming.
"I want inside your beautiful ass with the soap," he chuckled.
Faye turned around obediently, spreading her legs ever so slightly, arching her body in such a way that be had the best possible angle toward her inviting anus.
He looked at her curvaceous buttocks, reaching out with his fingers and maneuvering them over her crevices of flesh.
She appeared only too willing to cooperate with his every request, and as he watched the water continue to splash against her beautifully rounded ass cheeks, he picked up the soap and glided it toward her inviting pink asshole.
His fingers began to lightly control the soap, pushing it ever deeper inside her asshole. Every now and then be would twist his wrist ever so nonchalantly, which made her react sharply in return, causing her ass cheeks to wiggle. He loved watching her buttocks rotating, and since he knew he could achieve a certain response with his soap action, he was encouraged all the more.
The emotional turmoil grew more intense within Joel, and as his heart palpitated savagely and impatiently, he moved the soap ever more quickly inside her asshole. He kept plunging it in and out of her anus, watching as her ass hips and ass cheeks responded.
She arched her loins higher, gritting her teeth as his movements continued. He kept shoving the soap into her, watching as she began to pant with excitement in response to his efforts.
He blazed, a hot, steady trail, and by the time he removed the soap from her tight anal opening, his cock was so hard that he could not suppress it any longer. He had wanted to derive as many preliminary actions as possible before getting into the actual fucking, but by then he passed the point of no return. It was essential for him to receive contact at that very moment.
He looked down at his hard pecker, which extended outward with the gravest sense of urgency. It just had to stab inside her at that moment.
He was pleased by the fact that her asshole was already lubricated from the steady contact with the soap. It was all ready for him to insert his penis into.
But before he launched into his cock-stabbing efforts, he reached inside her anus with his right index finger.
He desired to probe her asshole with his finger, making her ever hotter as he continued his pace.
With swift resolution he kept on stabbing, plunging his finger high into her asshole, driving it forward as he got set to shove his dick inside her asshole.
"Am I gonna ever fuck your ass," he sighed.
"Hammer it home," she replied. She stooped over, arching her body accommodatingly, parting her legs so that he would have the perfect angle.
Joel initiated his fuck with one stirring forward movement, reaching out and clutching her firm ass skin as his cock entered inside her anus.
He enjoyed the sturdy impact of his cock scraping .deep inside her anus. She would let out an occasional moan and rotate her body from side to side to accommodate his swift, bruising movement.
The fact that the water continued to pelt against her skin made the fuck seem that much more intriguing as well as appetizing.
The deeper that Joel's cock penetrated, the more sharply his fingers came into contact with her ass cheeks.
He kept on fervently gripping them as his cock danced in and out of her asshole, thrusting and plunging, moving ever closer to the orgasm that he desired.
Joel hadn't realized how acute the hungers within him were until he initiated his screwing, driving his rigid tool into her anal canal.
He was so overcome with enthusiasm as a result of his efforts that Faye felt the need to reach out with her right hand and begin to masturbate.
She, too, had to explode, and while he kept on with his brisk pace, she in turn worked her fingers around her mound.
"Keep fucking," she encouraged. "I don't want you to let up for a second, baby. You really need this. Oh, I can tell by the way you're screwing me how bad you need it."
"Am I hurting you with my movements?"
"It's stinging a little, but you'd be surprised how delightful the stings can be when a girl is getting her asshole fucked."
"I can well imagine," he laughed.
"No, you couldn't. It's so groovy, so mystifying that you can be hurting and digging it all at the same time. Keep on plunging, sweetheart. Put that cock of yours inside my asshole, give it everything you have."
Her words of encouragement brought the beast in him forward to an even greater extent. He kept on wiggling his body, exercising all the leverage he could as he pummeled her asshole. He pinched her ass cheeks and ground his teeth together as he moved into the closing stages of the act. He felt the rising flood tide of juice in his balls, and they began to itch unbearably as he kept up his fucking, driving his cock forward, pushing ever closer to the big moment that they both awaited.
While the water continued to splash against their tingling skin, Joel grunted and gasped as he put the finishing touches into the sex act, grinding his hips with even more enthusiasm than before.
"I'm gonna juice," he announced.
His fingers froze against her inviting ass cheeks as he felt the first few droplets of juice spilling out of the end of his cock.
The hot spurts continued as he watched the cream escape from his cock and spray into her asshole.
He liked the way that her buttocks accommodated him, her ass cheeks flipping back and forth as the jism continued to escape from his excited peter.
"Does that feel good," she sighed. "It's one thing to get a nice shower, but it's something else to be fucked up the ass."
"And what a nice ass you've got," Joel said, watching as the flood tide continued.
A few moments later it was all over, and as he removed his cock from her asshole, Joel wished once more that be was married to Faye. He knew that if he had been married to her in place of Sheila, he would be getting that kind of� action all the time. He enjoyed the idea of penetrating a woman's accommodating asshole, particularly when the ass was as tight as that which belonged to Faye.
Faye turned around and smiled at her lover, reaching out and kissing his lips.
"That's for being such a good fucker," she told him. "I wish you'd reach out and play with my pussy."
"You've got-yourself a deal. And you can play with my cock."
"I'd love to soap it down."
"Go right ahead."
She took the bar of soap away from Joel, letting it move smoothly up and down his cock.
It had gone down slightly ever since his orgasm, but not a great deal. And from the manner in which she briskly massaged it, it was quite obvious to Joel that Faye was determined to get it back up to its previous length.
"While I'm massaging your cock, you can play with my pussy," Faye told him.
Joel gulped, the excitement beginning to generate within him once more as his fingers reached out and pursued her moist twat.
At first his fingers curled around her blond pubic hairs. He loved touching them, and every now and then he would twist his fingers in such a way as to provide her with additional sensations. The more intimate the touching became, the more that Faye liked it.
Joel was not about to restrict his finger in movements to Faye's pubic hairs for very long, however, and almost immediately his fingertips began to circulate inside her vagina.
He loved touching her pink pubic walls of flesh, and as he worked his fingers around them, she in turn worked the soap even more quickly against his cock.
They both began to step up the pace noticeably as their efforts bore fruit. They were getting each other turned on greatly, and Joel was looking forward to letting his cock erupt a second time.
His tongue began to anticipate working inside of Faye's beautiful snatch, and with that objective in mind, his strokes became quicker than before.
Her legs trembled ever so slightly from the constant friction that he maintained. And as he kept up his burning pace, she slipped the soap with convincing ease against his cock.
The mutual stroking was getting them to the point where they would shortly have to get out of the shower.
Joel and Faye maintained excellent body contact. Each knew what the other wanted, and the longer that their fingers went to work on each other, the greater the degree of urgency that developed within both their bodies.
Joel looked upon a tuck with Faye as a great experience, much more than the mere act of bodies converging.
Faye finally removed the soap from his cock. They abruptly stepped out of the shower.
Joel reached out and grabbed a towel from the towel rack, taking it and briskly running it over Faye's body.
He began by drying her hair and face, then moved the white towel down to her breasts, which be briskly patted, supplying himself with that many more thrills.
He moved it downward toward her stomach, drying it off, thereupon working it down to her legs.
When be moved the towel over to her ass cheeks, he received particular delight and contentment from running the towel against her buttocks.
He quickly finished drying off her body, at which point she took the towel from him and dried his body off.
After she finished drying his legs, tossing the towel aside, Joel leaned forward. The longer his eyes came into contact with her sparkling nude form, which was radiantly clean from the shower she had just obtained, the hungrier his desires became.
It was as if he had not unleashed his orgasmic juices in her at all. He leaned forward, throwing out his arms and letting them clasp around her body.
Joel eagerly pulled her toward him, letting his chest collide with her breasts. With stunning impact, he pushed his head forward and permitted his lips to cannonade against hers.
While their lips met with solemn passion, he reached out with his right leg and let it stroke against her left leg.
The longer the legs came into contact, and the longer that the breasts did the same, the more eager both of them felt about extending their sexual sphere of activity.
His lips remained frozen against hers for quite some time, It was as if he was so carried away by the excitement of it all that he did not want to ever release them.
It wasn't until he began panting hungrily that he decided to turn his lips loose from hers, so he did so. He released his lips, then sent his tongue surging forward toward her mouth.
He let it glide its way with swiftness into her mouth. He started out slowly, letting his tongue collide with hers, but before he knew it nature was taking its own course and he was moving his tongue quicker than before.
The dazzling pace swiftly accelerated, and as his tongue met hers with great stroke rapidity, he felt the need to reach out with both hands and run his fingers ever so soothingly through her still-moist hair.
He loved the tingly contact of his fingers with the soft, long locks of hair, and just being able to touch it repeatedly was enough to put extra impact into his tongue efforts as it glided spectacularly inside her mouth.
Their hot breath merged and his tongue kept darting against hers, causing them to feel new waves of excitement within their already highly supercharged bodies.
The electrical currents were almost too much for Joel to bear up under. Faye was just too much woman for him. Whereas Sheila had great difficulty in letting herself go, Faye was quite the opposite. He could readily see that she was the type of woman who would eagerly surrender herself in totality to the right man, and, fortunately for him, he fell into that distinct category.
When he finally turned his tongue loose from Faye's mouth, he reached out with both hands and ran his fingers over her breasts as he looked down at her pussy.
Her golden pubic hairs sparkled every bit as majestically as they had when they first stepped into the shower.
"Let's go: into the bedroom," he said breathlessly, Suddenly releasing his fingers from her breasts and clasping her hands.
She nodded, heaving a sigh and looking at him with heartfelt desire.
They moved quickly toward the bed. Joel in particular felt overpowering urges in his penis, the kind of restless stirrings that only another sizzling orgasm could possibly hope to placate.
He took his lover in his arms watching her melt in the virile impact generated by his arms encircling around her.
He squeezed her tightly, demonstrating to her just how much that he desired her.
Once more his anxious red tongue plodded forward. It thrust into her mouth. He wiggled it even more quickly and uninhibitedly than before.
With unabashed enthusiasm, his tongue tore with great swiftness inside her mouth. It stabbed repeatedly against her tongue as the hungers within him swelled some more.
He felt the impact in particular down between his legs, in his rock-hard penis, which needed so badly to receive some satisfaction.
He guided her body downward into the bed, watching as she lay there helplessly in his arms, eagerly surrendering herself to him.
As she lay there in the bed, panting with determination, her legs began to quiver ever so slightly.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"I want my tongue inside your pussy," he exclaimed. "And while I'm doing that, I sure would dig you sucking my cock. If there's one thing that would really turn us both on, it's a sixty-nine. I have a hunch that our timing would be just perfect."
"I have the same hunch," she laughed.
"I want to stick my fingers into your hot nest."
"That's probably the best way to get started," she nodded.
He proved his emphatic agreement by extending his trembling left hand, which was overridden with desire. He had to have this beautiful woman once more, and he permitted his fingers to slide first against her pubic thatch, then inside her vagina.
His fingers worked diligently against her pussy lining while the sensations surged throughout her pussy.
As she began to feel the itch to a greater extent than before, his fingers worked, with sharper rapidity. He zeroed in on his target, permitting his fingers to dance inside her mound. The longer he kept up his finger- attack, the closer that she came to juicing. When her whole body was beginning to rock with every movement, he felt that she would soon be juicing at least to some extent.
He wondered if she would provide him with just a little preliminary juicing, or whether instead she would give forth with a full-fledged orgasm.
It turned out that he received the full-fledged orgasm. The juices spilled out of her pussy, coming into contact with his fingers.
"I'm disappointed," he said. "That was supposed to be just to warm you up. I wanted to eat it."
"You should have gotten your tongue down there a little quicker," she giggled.
"But all certainly isn't lost. You can do it again, and you will do it again once I put my tongue to work."
"Yes, stab it inside me. I want your tongue inside my hot nest."
Joel reached out and pried Faye's legs apart. He observed the precipitation, which was observable on her wet, matted pussy hairs.
He threw his body forward, making certain that he let his hard cock dangle just a few inches from her mouth.
They lay across from one another, set to proceed with the mutual sucking.
"Turn your tongue loose on my prick, baby," Joel said with anticipation.
"I'll tickle your cock and balls," she laughed.
As his tongue moved closer and closer to its ultimate target, her itching vagina, which was alive with sensation, throbbed with intensity.
CHAPTER 11
Joel's heart thumped with speedy repetition as he turned his attention to his lover's hot vagina.
He crouched his body forward, reaching outward with his tongue and sliding it toward her pussy.
Joel sharply attacked her moist, dewy cuntal petals, knowing that he had succeeded in getting her to orgasm once. The wetness generated the heat within him as his tongue kept on incessantly moving, striving toward its ultimate objective, that of releasing a fresh supply of pussy juice out of her snatch.
While his tongue continued to surge forward, making brisk contact with her mound, she reached out and allowed her tongue to commence licking his balls.
While his testicles bulged with great enthusiasm, she reached out and tugged at the end of his prick. She enjoyed the twofold movements, and as his legs began to rock back and forth, she stepped up her pace.
Pretty soon she was working her tongue against his balls as quickly as she could rotate it. While she kept at her swift stroking, he in turn worked his tongue that much faster against her twat.
He loved the way her smooth loins would flutter back and forth as he kept up his penetrating movements.
He enjoyed observing her twisting ass cheeks, and after a while he become so carried away looking at her buttocks that he knew he had to obtain some additional satisfaction.
Joel thrust his finger forward, allowing his right forefinger to begin spearing inside Faye's asshole.
She dramatically reacted to his supercharged movements, shifting her ass cheeks back and forth in high gear while he kept at his antics, driving his tongue ever deeper into her pussy well.
He picked up the scent of her musky mound, and as he basked in the joy of her womanhood, his tongue worked at a scorching pace.
Realizing that she was getting his finest possible movements, with her mound being stimulated through every touch, Faye released her tongue from Joel's hot balls.
She replaced her tongue with her fingers, letting them stab superbly against his testicles while her tongue went to work over his entire cock.
The blistering pace was getting to both of them, and their bodies rocked back and forth as the graceful sucking continued.
Faye liked the finger movements inside her asshole so much that she finally decided to do the same thing to her lover.
She reached out with her left hand, plunging her index finger into his anus. With great conviction she continued her activities, moving him that much closer to climax with every stabbing tongue effort.
A few strokes later, Faye was unable to hold back her juices.
They spilled into Joel's mouth, and he was more than anxious to devour every drop.
He swallowed her last droplets of joy juice, then went right back to his sucking, determined to bring her off once again.
As for Faye, she drilled her tongue up and down his long cock. She was exploring his long pole with unswerving devotion, her finger constantly stabbing high into his rectum.
Just as she was beginning to explode once more, Joel felt the sensations surging and tugging at his balls.
He knew that the time had arrived at which he would be juicing.
Hot white streaming liquid spilled out of the end of his dick.
His body twisted and turned gracefully, and all the while she retained her finger inside his asshole.
Faye kept on stabbing Joel's anus until he finished releasing the last few drops of jism from his long dick.
The afternoon ended a few moments later for Faye and Joel, but it was one that neither one of them could ever forget.
"I've got to see you more often," Joel told her.
"I hate to say yes and hate to say no."
"You mean you don't want to see me like I want to see you?"
"I do, except for one thing. There's always the chance we could be discovered. I sure wouldn't want our relationship to end in hard feelings on the part of your wife or my husband."
"Maybe we can get together in a foursome again soon," he said hopefully.
"I'm not sure my husband would like it," she exclaimed. "He might be a little jealous of you. But I could probably get him to go along with it if I worked hard enough. But how about Sheila?"
Joel's head dropped, suddenly.
"That's something else," he acknowledged.
"See what I mean?"
"Come hell or high water, I've got to have you," Joel told her solemnly. He proceeded to prove his point by running his fingers over her breasts and delivering one last stupendous tongue kiss.
CHAPTER 12
That afternoon marked a turning point in the lives of both Joel and Faye. They got together periodically whenever they felt that they could stray from their spouses without creating suspicion.
One afternoon some two weeks after their first encounter, they were enjoying a particularly satisfying sex encounter.
Joel enjoyed one thing above all in his dealings with Faye-her uninhibitedness. Whereas he could extend things with Faye as far as he wanted to, he continued to encounter nothing but resistance at home from Sheila.
After a number of kissing preliminaries had P been gotten out of the way, he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread invitingly.
Joel wanted lovely young Faye to drop down to her knees, and she immediately did so, lowering her smooth nude body downward to the floor, manipulating her sinuous hips as she did so.
He looked at her velvety skin, reaching out and fondling her nipples. He noticed how they immediately hardened upon his sturdy, determined touch.
"Go ahead and suck," Joel said excitedly.
She reached up and began by slipping her tongue against his balls, recognizing that she had found a highly erogenous zone and seeking to do the most that she could about it.
Her tongue began with smooth, decisive strokes, plunging repeatedly against his testicles, making him feel alive with passion.
As her tongue kept on winding its way around his balls, she reached out with her trembling fingers, permitting them to slide up and down the full length of his silky peter.
She worked her fingers like a woman with a purpose, recognizing that her goal was to get her lover just as hot as she could before receiving the juices from his dick.
Her fingers explored with a sense of urgency, pumping new life with every succeeding touch into his already supercharged organ, which was swollen with pleasure and mounting urgency.
She kept up the ball sucking as long as she deemed it advisable, then switched to the cock action. She manipulated her tongue with swift decisiveness, slipping it up and down the smooth tip of his enormous rod.
While the activity continued, she reached down and toyed with his balls, determined to give him plenty of activity around his testicles while she was sucking his penis and moving him toward climax on that front.
The longer she kept up her piercing stabs over the full length of Joel's cock, the more enchanted he became with her stroke technique. After a while his whole body began to sway from her excellent stroke efforts.
While Faye continued manipulating her tongue skillfully up and down the full length of his rod, Joel reached out and touched her breasts once more.
He knew just how to get a sexual rise out of her. He would move his fingers forward and clasp them around her breasts, then bring them into contact with her nipples.
With sturdy energy he kept up his unswervingly devoted movements. He knew that he would be benefiting himself by giving Faye that kind of concerted action. That way she would get that much hotter and suck his cock in that much more of an animalistic fashion. He liked the animal, in Faye, and he wanted her to completely turn herself loose, to drive her tongue at an inspiring level against his cock.
His strategy quickly paid off as she worked her burning tongue up and down his cock with newly discovered electricity. The currents were radiating swiftly throughout Joel's body as she pumped her head up and down and attacked his cock savagely, driving it with tense zeal, putting everything she could into every movement.
He moved ever closer to climax, getting set to unleash the white juices from his cock.
He was in that limbo state that he liked best. Whenever Joel felt the unbearable itch in his cock and balls, he knew he was in the last throes of the pre-orgasmic state, and it was with a sense of liberation and imminent desire that he would lay back and enjoy the final few strokes of the act.
The itchiness kept mounting, and as he looked down at his balls, which were still being massaged vigorously by Faye's fingers, he recognized that they had expanded finally to their full measure of spirited joy.
While his balls bulged and his cock extended itself to full length, ready to shoot its thick juices into her mouth, Faye put him through the final stages.
She tickled his balls a few more times, then anxiously awaited his first few droplets of cum.
The sperm began to unload at that point. A few tiny droplets spurted out of the tip of his organ. It was the lull before the big storm, and a few moments later the juices really began to spurt out of the end of his rod.
His whole body shuddered and a huge sigh of relief escaped from his mouth as the juices kept pouring resolutely out of the end of his rod and into Faye's waiting mouth.
All the while she kept on spiritedly tugging at his balls, giving him every bit of pleasure she could while she was tasting his juice.
He watched as she gobbled with determination, eager to collect every morsel from his cock.
If Faye loved anything even more than the act of sucking his cock and bringing him to the point of orgasm, it was collecting the joys of her desserts after she had gotten" him to shoot.
When she finally turned her tongue loose from the silky head of his still-aroused cock, she was desirous of getting him hot once more so / that he could provide her with some more excitement.
Joel felt a surging sense of determination and as Faye let her fingers move ever so slowly up and down his cock, he knew that it would not take long for her to pump some new life into it.
His penis had faded little in the immediate aftermath of that huge explosion, but Joel certainly wasn't about to panic. He knew that the human phallus operated in that manner, and that all it would take would be a few encouraging strokes on the part of Faye to get him back up to where he had previously been.
She used the fingers of both hands to work up and down the base of his tool. As he manipulated, Joel grinned happily, then moved the fingers of both hands through her hair.
He liked the rich and rewarding experience of allowing his fingers to come into contact with the smooth, long locks of blond hair. He also was aware of the fact that, by providing her with some additional strokes, he was making her even more desirous to do the right thing for him.
"You just keep fingering my cock," Joel said. "I love it. You're gonna get me up there again, baby, right up there to where I can screw again."
"You could screw again right now."
"Oh, sure I could. But I want to get the thing up there even higher. When I fuck with you, baby, it just isn't two bodies getting together. It's a happening. The greatest happening of my life. Certainly better than when I jump into the sack with Sheila."
"Don't run down poor sweet Sheila," Faye shook her head as she continued to move her fingers with increasing rapidity over his cock. "I feel sorry for her."
"I feel sorry for me," Joel replied with an obvious trace of bitterness.
"But you're getting great action from me, aren't you?"
"Certainly I am. But I can't help but pity Sheila. Sure she has a gorgeous man like you and she just doesn't know how to keep him happy."
"Let's forget about her."
"All right, I'll just concentrate on what we're doing now."
"That's the ticket."
She worked her fingers at a quicker pace than before, and Joel smiled happily as he saw his cock skyrocketing back up to the same level of satisfaction that it had been at prior to the time that he orgasmed.
"You can turn loose now," he finally told her.
She quickly removed her fingers from his cock. He leaned forward and looked at her, reaching out and permitting his fingers to toy with her nipples.
"I like the way they get hard when I touch them," he said.
"They do-do that, don't they?" she laughed.
"They're the tits that belong to the woman I love."
With unbridled restraint he got up from the bed and dropped his head down between her breasts. He licked the shadowy valley which separated them, then brought his tongue up against her left breast. He permitted it to slide with brisk eagerness, and the longer that the tongue came into contact with breast, the faster that Faye's body rotated in direct response to his movements.
He watched as he looked down at the developing saliva, and her skin seemed to sparkle even more zestfully than before from the trail he was leaving as a result of his steady movements.
Once his tongue got through with her left breast, he moved it over to the right. Joel was aware that, if he could get her extra excited from some breast sucking, she would be that much more receptive to any kind of fuck that he wanted to give her.
His cock and balls were steaming with intense desire. He knew that he had to get his rocks off fast inside this beautiful woman, and he knew just what he wanted to do to Faye.
The acts that Joel enjoyed the most with Faye were the very ones that be had been denied in his marital relationship with Sheila.
He looked down at Faye's delectable ass cheeks, removing his tongue suddenly from her breasts and fondling her buttocks. He touched the smooth ivory texture of her skin, feeling with enthusiasm as his fingers picked up the cue. The longer that they reached out and pinched her buttocks, the greater the self-propelled urgings within him became.
While his fingers continued to grip her creamy ass cheeks, he shifted his position, slipping behind Faye.
"I'm gonna give your ass cheeks a workout," he laughed.
"It feels good when you pinch them. You're really being the man. You're taking charge, Joel, and that's what I like."
"I believe in dominating the women I fuck."
"I believe in a man dominating," she smiled. "That's what it's all about, sweetheart. Just keep your fingers moving. That's it. Oh, I like it when you finger my butt."
He gripped her firm yet tender skin resolutely with his fingers.
Faye crouched her body forward, her shaking hands gripping the top of the bed as she flipped her ass upward to make it an even more delectable sight for Joel.
He reached out and spread her legs ever so slightly, so that he would have a perfect shot at her asshole.
The last time he had lucked her in the asshole, she had been lying on her stomach in the bed. This time she would be crouched forward, and he was looking forward to the challenge of a new position. Joel enjoyed variety in Sex whenever possible, and this was one of those occasions. He was determined to make the most of it.
While she retained her position, her ass cheeks wiggling with anticipation, Joel reached out with both hands and fingered her buttocks some more.
His strong fingers authoritatively took charge, pushing ever deeper against her warm, inviting skin.
The longer that his fingers surged deep into the skin of her ass cheeks, the louder that her previously soft moans became.
"You're getting me ready," she exclaimed.
"You're damned right I am. Getting you ready for a great cock assault on your asshole."
"Tell me more, baby."
"I didn't really come to talk," he laughed.
"As a matter of fact, when the two of us get together, the less said the better."
"Yes, I guess talking does impede fucking."
'Joel worked his fingers for a few more moments against her ass cheeks, then swiftly withdrew them.
He recognized that it was time to work his index finger against her asshole, so with that objective squarely in mind, he reached out with his right index finger and allowed it to penetrate inside her hot ass.
Joel liked the way that her whole body began to corkscrew, particularly her buttocks, when he directed his finger into her anus.
Her body kept flipping back and forth under the steady impetus of his finger action. He drove his finger forward at an accelerated pace, making certain that, as he did so, he pumped deeper than before.
He drove his finger as high as it would go inside her asshole, pumping it frantically as he sustained his pace.
'Puck my asshole," she exclaimed with a sigh. "Keep up the finger fucking, darling. You really know how to let your finger dart inside my ass. I just love it, doll."
The encouragement made Joel feel that much better as he kept up the pumping, working his finger sharply inside her asshole. With rising intensity, his heart began to pound with frenzied zeal. Also, he found his whole body rocking, waiting in anticipation of the first moment when he would send his surging cock high into her asshole.
Joel finally removed his finger from her anus. He rocked his body back and forth a few times in preparation of his first forward thrust. He then drove his blazing cock forward, letting it enter inside her asshole.
His whole body twisted and tensed as he plunged his pecker deep inside her asshole. This time there would be no smooth, slow preliminary strokes. He was too far gone from that. The steady, earnest finger fucking that he had provided for her asshole previously had gotten him to the point where he was in no mood for anything resembling the preliminaries. It was time to get down to brass tacks, to send his bloated phallus as deep into her asshole as it would go.
His cock was bursting with energy, and every time that he sent it reeling high and deep into her asshole, he felt more thankful over having a hot ass like Faye's to fuck.
He liked the way that her legs and her ass muscles would tighten and contract every time that he sent his dick surging ever deeper into her anus. She would heave a sigh every few moments, then let him know with her vocal encouragement just how much she enjoyed his decisive strokes.
"Keep your fucks coming," she gasped. "Keep driving your cock into my asshole, baby. I love what you're doing for me."
Even though the incessant strokes, which were delivered with fevered impact, caused her some pain, she did not mind it one bit. It was all in a good cause, and she loved knowing that he was there with every solid inch, constantly penetrating inside her hot anus.
Her buttocks began to wiggle even faster and more freely than before as Joel kept up his dick movements, sending his rod plunging forward deeply inside her asshole.
A few burning strokes later, he reached down and toyed with her ass cheeks. He fondled the firm globes of flesh, then squeezed them with everything that he had.
The stabs continued. The relentless pace was developing as he pushed ever closer to the moment of climax. He had spent a good deal. of time working up to that frenzied level of sexual activity, and now that he was about to spurt his juices inside her, he felt better than ever.
He recalled the lengthy arguments he had had with Sheila about letting herself go and engaging in sex acts that she considered verboten. Perhaps she would not see things from his standpoint, but he had somebody at the moment who definitely would.
As he looked down at her wiggling buttocks once more, he thought about how lucky he was to have an asshole like that to fuck. He kept sending his inflamed phallus ever deeper into her asshole, driving it hard into her rectum as the brutal activity continued.
Sweat began to streak down both sides of his face, and his facial muscles began to tense as he saw himself drawing ever closer to climax.
He squeezed her buttocks for everything he was worth, then heaved one final sigh. Joel knew at that point exactly what was coming.
"I'm gonna cream," he exclaimed loudly. "I'm juicing in your asshole."
"Does it ever feel good, my dear," she smiled, closing her eyes as the spurts of liquid spilled out of the end of the head of his penis.
The hot cream came in thick gobs, and finally it came no more.
At that point Joel immediately loosened, the grip on his lover's ass cheeks.
"Another bull's-eye," he laughed, patting her affectionately on the back.
Joel stretched out in the middle of the bed, resting a little after his second successive orgasm. His face was flushed with a sense of accomplishment.
While he lay there, Faye lowered her beautiful body into bed, stretching it out right next to his.
She made certain that she let her right breast scrape against the side of his body. As her tit touched him, he couldn't help but twitch a little.
"You're great, baby, a wonderful piece of ass1" Joel told her.
To emphasize his point, he threw his left arm around her, fondling her lovely body.
"I want some more action," she said. "You don't know what you did to me-when you fucked my asshole."
He looked over at her and smiled.
"Tell me more," he said.
"Well, for one thing, I'm like pepper down between my legs. My pussy is burning up, darling."
"That's fascinating."
"Isn't it, though."
"Just maybe I'll do something about that this very minute."
"I wish you would."
He moved his left hand down between her legs, permitting his fingers to come into contact with her vagina.
He felt the pleasant wetness, working his fingers first against her matted wet pussy hairs, then sliding his fingers down inside her mound.
Systematically he worked his fingers against her velvety vaginal walls, developing intensity within her. While her body twisted with rhythmic satisfaction, enjoying the strokes that he provided, Joel stepped up his pace. He began to work his fingers more speedily than before, and as he settled into the routine of his act, Faye kicked her legs up and heaved a sigh.
While his fingers darted over her pussy, she found herself growing more acutely aroused.
"I need your tongue," she finally begged. "Enough is enough, baby, and you've given me more finger movements than I can stand."
"Then I guess I'd better suck your snatch."
"That's just about it."
"The moment has arrived."
Joel reached out and grabbed her ankles, parting Faye's legs, then slipping his head between them.
He thrust his tongue out in front of him, pushing his head forward as he came ever closer to his lover's mound.
With surging enthusiasm he began to work his tongue briskly against Faye's vagina.
His tongue stimulated her with every soaring thrust, and as he kept up~ his searing pace, she lay back and enjoyed every stroke.
Since Joel had received such brilliant fucks from Faye, he was determined to make it up to her in every way. He wanted to see, to it that she got something of an equivalent nature from him.
He suddenly removed his tongue from her flaming gash. He let his teeth come to rest against her vagina, working them slowly, nibbling ever so lightly against her pussy.
When his teeth came into contact with her clitoris, she began to puff and gasp. He could see that a new level of excitement had been reached in their stimulating act.
Her legs kicked out as he kept up the nibbling, letting his teeth come into steady contact with her fiery love-pit.
"My cut is going wild," she sighed, "and so am I. Keep It going, sweetheart. Oh, keep up those movements."
He released his teeth from her clitoris when he felt that she was practically on the verge of exploding. He sank his tongue back down deep into her gash, letting it surge with faithful earnestness as he tongued her zealously.
While his tongue was driving at a blistering level against her pussy, he reached out and pinched her buttocks.
The pinching gave him added satisfaction, his tongue basking in the delightful contact he experienced with her mound.
Joel's tongue kept working its way around her mound as she moved ever closer to the big moment.
Faye finally heaved one last sigh. At that juncture, the juices escaped from her fiery nest. He eagerly gobbled up every droplet that escaped from her passion pit.
Joel couldn't help but feel more prideful than ever as he released his tongue from her snatch. After receiving the ultimate in sensations from Faye, he in turn turned around and gave her a pussy suck that she would never forget.'
They dressed quickly, determined to get back to their respective spouses so that no one would be any the wiser concerning their activities.
Faye left first, delivering a kiss to Joel's lips.
"I'll see you real soon," Joel said.
"Don't forget, darling. Let me call you."
"How ever you want to work it. How about getting together for another foursome? Maybe I could mention it to Sheila."
"You think she'd go for it?"
"Maybe I'd better not," he shook his head. "She's still acting pretty damn, funny. How about Mickey?"
"I think he probably would by this point," she nodded.
"We'll see then what we can do," Joel said. "I'm like you. I hate these stolen moments. I don't like doing things this way. I'd rather keep everything strictly out in the open."
"Me too. Well, goodbye now."
Seconds later she vanished out the door.
Joel gathered together his things, then left the motel.
Unknown to him, his wife was parked in a car across the street from the motel parking lot.
Sheila Durrell, tears streaming down both sides of her face, had first observed Faye leaving the motel room. Now she was watching her husband Joel climb into the front seat of his car.
She brushed back a few tears, then thought about when she had become suspicious.
One day she had called the garage, discovering that her husband had left some one hour earlier.
It wasn't like the Joel she knew, she recognized, to just leave the garage and go somewhere without letting her know where he was. He had always been so devoted to her, so considerate when it came to letting her know precisely what he was doing.
When she tried a second time a few days later and discovered that he was gone as well, she began feeling a little suspicious. Finally Sheila had decided to follow her husband, and that was precisely what she had done for the first time that day.
Sheila had discovered the one thing she was hoping she wouldn't-that her husband was seeing Faye on the sly.
CHAPTER 13
When Joel arrived a few minutes after Sheila, the still stunned wife almost erupted angrily at him.
She managed to maintain her composure, however, telling herself that the best strategy would not be that of blowing up immediately at her husband.
Instead she decided that she would go and see Faye. By talking things over in full with the beautiful blonde wife of Mickey, just maybe she could end the affair. But in any event she looked forward to ironing things out with Joel. She didn't know whether she would continue to live with him or whether they would get a divorce. But one way or another she wouldn't allow things to continue in the secretive manner in which they were gravitating at that moment.
A few days after Sheila had observed Faye and Joel leaving the motel room, she received a break. Both her husband and Mickey were slated to leave for Fresno, where they would be competing in a race that Sunday.
"Would you like to go along?" Joel asked Sheila two nights before he was slated to leave.
"I think I'll stay home."
"Wouldn't you like to get away from the place for a little while, honey?"
"I'd really like to stay home. I could use a little peace and quiet.?'
"Meaning you could get it here alone a lot easier," he chuckled, a little pathetically, Sheila thought.
"I just need the peace and quiet. By the way. Is Faye going along with Mickey?"
"No, she isn't. I guess she's like you. She needs her peace and quiet."
Sheila heartened by the knowledge that Faye would not be accompanying Mickey to Fresno, planned to get together with Faye. She knew she had to time her meeting for when Faye would be alone. It would be just too embarrassing to discuss the matter out in the open in Mickey's presence. Sheila knew that it was the type of tense confrontation that should involve only the two wives.
On Saturday afternoon, after giving a lot of time and thought to what she would do, Sheila walked over and picked up the telephone. She quickly dialed Faye's number.
"Hello," she heard Faye's voice.
"Faye, this is Sheila," she began tightly.
"Hello there, dear. So we racing widows are staying home while our husbands are in Fresno," Faye laughed.
"That's right. I'd like to see you."
"Fine. When?"
"Right away," Sheila said, trying her best not to give away the sense of urgency she felt, even though it was hard.
"All right. Would you like to meet for lunch?"
"I already ate. I'd like to see you over at your place, if that's all right."
"Of course. That would be fine. I'll be looking forward to seeing you. We haven't talked in quite a while."
"It has been a little while."
"Too long," Faye laughed pleasantly. "So I'll be looking forward to seeing you in a few minutes, my dear."
"Good-bye," Sheila said.
Once Sheila hung up the phone, she felt a tenseness tugging at her throat. Before going over there, she decided to have a shot of whisky. Perhaps that would give her a little more inner fortification, making it simpler for her to face up to the question of bringing up an unpleasant matter.
She wound up having not one but two shots of Scotch, after which she got into her car and drove over to the apartment shared by Faye and Mickey in Sherman Oaks in the San Fernando Valley.
Her legs felt like lead as they walked up the stairs leading to a second-floor apartment. Her heart palpitated, and Sheila in many ways dreaded such a confrontation with Faye. But it was ultimately essential, and she could not put it off any longer.
Sheila rang the doorbell, and Faye was there to answer it a few moments later. Faye looked highly attractive clad in a pink blouse and a pair of red shorts. She wore no shoes.
"Excuse me, dear, but I was just kinda relaxing," Faye smiled, holding the door open for Sheila to enter. "I hope you don't mind me being a little casual."
"Not at all," Sheila said.
"Sit down."
Sheila seated herself on the living room sofa. The longer that she looked at Faye's fine form, the easier it was for her to see why her husband liked her so much.
Her eyes focused on the trim lines of her ivory legs, after which she looked up and observed her firm breasts tugging out at the tight blouse which she snugly wore.
"Why don't I get us both a drink," Faye smiled. "I've got some Vodka. I like to think I mix some of the best Bloody Mary's in town."
"No thanks. There's something I want to talk to you about right now, Faye," Sheila said, her voice trembling slightly.
"What's the problem, dear?" Faye said, her face showing concern as she sat down in a chair across from the sofa.
"I know all about what's happening, Faye I know about every bit of it," the words gushed forth from Sheila's mouth.
"What are you talking about, honey?" Faye asked.
Although Faye was questioning Sheila to the limit, she knew down deep that Sheila had found out about her affair with Joel.
"You know what I mean. You've been seeing Joel, and quite a bit," Sheila said.
Faye's eyes dropped downward toward the rug. She sighed then looked over at Sheila.
"I'm sorry, dear. I just couldn't seem to help myself." "Do you want to divorce your husband?"
"Oh, no I love Mickey"
"Do you love him more than Joel?"
"That's an awfully difficult question to answer."
"I'd like an answer," Sheila shrieked. "After all, you're taking my husband away from me. I'm entitled to a few answers."
"Please try to be calm, honey."
"How can I be?" Sheila asked as the tears began to roll down her face.
"I see your point," Faye sighed. "No, it isn't all that easy to be calm considering all that has happened. Well, all I can say is that Joel more or less swept me oft my feet. I was kinda hoping we could have a continuing swap relationship. That way we could continue to be married to our husbands, and we could get in a little experimentation at the same time. I told Joel this, and several times he mentioned trying to get you involved in swapping again. But be said that you were acting strange, and he didn't think you'd ever go along with it."
"I let my guard down once," Sheila shook her head. "I wouldn't ever want to do it again."
"I don't know if you could call it letting your guard down, dear. You just wanted some extra sensations, a little different experimentation. And you got it."
"I don't even want to talk about that anymore."
"But you must," Faye said. "I'm not a lot older than you, honey. Probably just about two or three years. But that does give me a little bit of an edge, I think, especially when it comes to sizing up emotions of people. I'm telling you that you needed that extra satisfaction you got from the affair with Mickey. You shouldn't have been all that ashamed about it. As a matter of fact, if it hadn't been for you reacting the way you did, I'm quite sure we would have managed to get together again. Oh, Mickey was a little jealous about the fact that I got along with Joel as well as I did, but he could have eventually been brought into line. No, my dear. It was when you refused to get involved again that your husband got desperate. He told me he needed me, and I just couldn't say no. After that his charms took over. He is quite a man. Oh, the way he can grind his cock into me."
"I don't want to hear any more of it," Sheila shook her head.
"Let's try and face facts, honey. I'm trying to level with you as best I can. I'm trying to be honest."
Sheila paused reflectively for several seconds before replying.
"I know you are," she said, barely above a whisper. "That's what makes the whole thing tougher for me to accept. You are being very honest, painfully so."
"We've all been in a predicament like that at one time or another, where the truth has really hurt. But that makes it all the more necessary for you to hear it."
"Perhaps so," Sheila said.
At that point Faye rose slowly to her feet. -
"I think we can both use a drink, dear," she told Sheila compassionately. "How about me fixing us Bloody Marys?"
Sheila nodded. She scraped some tears away from her eyes, then did her best to smile.
Even though she was feeling depressed at that point, she still knew that she had done the right thing in at least bringing the question of her husband's romance with Faye out into the open.
A few moments later Faye returned to the living room, holding a glass in each hand.
She extended the glass in her left hand outward toward Sheila, who took it away from her.
"Thank you," Sheila said softly.
"You're quite welcome, my dear."
This time Faye sat down on the sofa, perching her body just a short distance away from Sheila. She maintained steady eye contact with Sheila, looking into her beautiful eyes as she spoke.
"You just can't let anything like this get you down," she related. "You're young and very beautiful. You can't let anything like this throw you."
Faye watched Sheila with growing admiration as the young wife took a long sip from her glass.
As Sheila set the glass down on the coffee table in front of her, Faye moved a shade closer to her.
Faye began to hungrily eye her body. She liked the way that Sheila was beautifully put together, and she was able to mentally undress the sexy redhead.
Faye knew that beneath Sheila's sparkling yellow dress rested a warm and willing body. It hurt Faye that Sheila had been unwilling to express herself as definitively as she would have in her sex relationship with her husband Joel.
At one time Faye had been more strongly attracted to women as a group than she was to men. But all that changed after she met Mickey, and she threw that element of her life completely away, except for an occasional lesbian encounter.
Looking at Sheila resurrected those strong feelings within her that she had felt as a younger woman. She had to see what this beautiful redhead looked like undressed.
The longer that Faye looked at Sheila, the more she envied Joel for being married to such a lovely female. Even though Faye's instincts were telling her to plunge ahead full speed with respect to her love for Sheila, she knew that it would be much wiser for her to play it cool.
The gorgeous blonde was confident that Sheila had never encountered anything of a lesbian relationship before in her life, and on that basis caution would be the operational watchword for her.
She felt an unmistakable tingle between her legs, however, every time that she looked at Sheila. Her pussy sensations were beginning to multiply by leaps and bounds as she kept eyeing the lovely figure of Sheila. Her eyes would one moment take in Sheila's long, flowing legs, then would move toward her breasts, which infatuated her every bit as much. Faye dreamed of how wonderful it would be for her to slip her tongue with compelling urgency around Sheila's nipples. She could envision them hardening from her touch, as she worked Sheila into a whirlpool of passion.
"Just relax, dearie, you've got to learn to take life a little more in stride," Faye said.
Sheila took another gulp from her glass, setting it down. Her body trembled as she looked at Faye. There was a sense of the unknown in her expression, as if she wasn't quite aware what to expect from her lovely hostess.
Faye reached out with her left hand, allowing it to come into scraping contact with Sheila's left leg.
When she did not meet any initial resistance from touching her leg, she began to grip it more tightly than before.
All the while Faye maintained a sturdy eye contact with Sheila. Several times Sheila, overcome by it all, had to turn her head away.
As Faye continued to touch Sheila's leg, she let her head move forward ever so slowly. She puckered up her lips, finally letting them come into contact with Sheila's lips.
Even though Faye desired to kiss Sheila hungrily, she felt that that would be a mistake. As a result she instead delivered a tender kiss. She felt that such a kiss would be more conducive toward developing passions within Sheila and causing her to overthrow the yokes of inhibition. Only through a slow approach, she felt, would she attain her ultimate goal, that of getting Sheila to have sex with her.
Faye removed her lips from Sheila's, throwing her arms around the younger girl's body.
"Don't tremble, honey, just leave everything to Faye," the beautiful blonde smiled.
Sheila said nothing, but her body did continue to tremble. Her instincts were telling her one thing and her judgment powers another. Sheila couldn't help but wonder if Faye didn't like her just too much. It certainly looked that way, since she was conveying the same kinds of expressions that her husband bad on those occasions when he was extremely horny for sex. Once more Faye's lips moved forward, but this time, when they clashed against Sheila's lips, it was with much greater force than before. Faye allowed her lips to remain locked against those of Sheila for quite some time, after which she suddenly released them and allowed her fingers to maneuver around the soft skin of Sheila's face. She let her fingertips touch Sheila's skin with great softness. It was Faye's intention to hypnotize Sheila into sex through a slow, exploratory movement. The longer that her fingers pressed against the younger girl's skin the more the number of sensations that began to reel through her body. She felt the burning anxieties arising in her pussy,, and as she finally released her fingers from Sheila's skin, she moved her tongue forward to Sheila's mouth. To French kiss with Sheila would constitute her most daring gamble to date. She had moved deliberately at a slow pace, so she wouldn't shock Sheila. But now the urgings within her were dictating a faster and more pronounced course of action.
She permitted her tongue to slip its way inside Sheila's mouth. Immediately she went to work briskly, allowing the tongue to collide eagerly and repeatedly with hers.
While the tongues darted against one another, and as Sheila's body trembled, Faye reached out and let her right hand move inside of lovely Sheila's dress.
From the very moment that Sheila had arrived at the apartment, Faye had had strong sex vibrations. She had wanted to let her fingers press against Sheila's breasts. She now had that opportunity, and as her fingertips glided eagerly over her hot tits, she felt compelling urges to go even further with Sheila.
Her fingers darted over Sheila's left breast, then went to work on her right breast. Faye was experienced enough in the art of lovemaking to know that when a woman gets her breasts fingered, she can't help but feel the hot sensations.
She released her tongue from Sheila's mouth.
"This is wrong," Sheila exclaimed. "We shouldn't do this, Faye."
"You're attracted to me, Sheila. You know you are. There's no reason to be upset."
"But it's wrong."
"Oh, no. When two people feel the way that we do about each other, then it can't be wrong."
Once more Faye set her sights on Sheila's tongue, probing her tongue inside of Sheila's mouth.
On this occasion she permitted her tongue to dance with even greater enthusiasm against Sheila's than it had on the first occasion.
Back and forth the tongues met briskly, setting a swift pace as the flow of activity continued.
When Faye released her tongue from Sheila's mouth, she knew that she had succeeded in wearing down a good deal of the younger girl's resistance.
She went to work next undoing Sheila's dress. She swiftly unbuttoned it, then began to tug on the front of it.
"Hold on, honey, I want to take off your clothes," Faye said calmly. "Wearing clothes can be so inhibiting, particularly when a person has as beautiful a body as you do. You want to see the whole thing fully on display."
She removed Sheila's dress from her, setting it down on a chair nearby.
Faye couldn't stop looking at her beautiful lover as she focused her eyes on "Sheila's lovely breasts, which thrust out against the lines of her bra, and her long, inspiring legs.
Faye reached out with both hands, allowing them to grip against Sheila's thighs.
Sheila's body twitched from the sensations that her lover employed, and as she lay there, softly sighing, the steam began to generate that much more quickly within Faye.
Faye reached out and undid the bra strap behind Sheila's bra. Faye removed the bra with one swift decisive movement, then reached out and made a grab for Sheila's breasts.
She squeezed and fondled them several times, watching them with great anticipation.
Finally Faye moved her tongue forward, permitting it to slide slowly and smoothly over her breast.
"That's nice," Sheila said. "Oh, yes, dear. Maybe it isn't all that wrong. I don't know. I just do know that it feels great."
As she lifted her tongue from Sheila's breast, Faye was filled with one great urge, that of completing the act of undressing Sheila.
Her fingers reached down and grabbed hold of Sheila's panties. She pulled downward at them, swiftly, watching the material crease the sides of her lover's legs.
After removing the soft silky white panties from Sheila's body, Faye looked down at her lover's pussy.
She admired, the rust-colored pubic hairs, along with the pink vagina which rested beneath them.
Her fingers went to work briskly over Sheila's pussy. Faye was planning on giving her a little bit of itchy sensation before moving on to the next phase of her operation.
By running her fingers over Sheila's mound, Faye succeeded in getting her more excited than ever.
When Faye finally removed her fingers from Sheila's furry vagina, she stood before Sheila.
"I'm gonna let you watch me take my clothes off," Faye smiled. "We want to throw caution to the winds, baby. That's the only way that you can overcome those hang-ups of yours"
Sheila said, nothing, watching with intent fascination as Faye reached out and unbuttoned her blouse.
When .she removed the blouse, and permitted Sheila to observe her voluptuous ivory breasts for the first time, Sheila felt her heart pounding more tensely than before. Yes, Sheila had to admit it, she was attracted to Pays.
Faye recognized that she was making a favorable impression on Sheila, so she let her breasts dance outwardly, pushing her body forward so that Sheila couldn't help but see Faye's breasts in their most erotic and favorable light.
While she let her breasts dance before her, Faye reached down and gripped her shorts. She lowered them, quickly, stepping out of them.
Sheila heaved a sigh, of excitement when she recognized that Faye was not wearing any panties beneath her shorts.
When her eyes made initial contact with Faye's cunt, Sheila was unable to remove her eyes from the dazzling love button, of the woman who so impressed her.
When Faye recognized from Sheila's expression just how turned on she was becoming with her, it gave her a much greater feeling of confidence. She knew that her efforts were indeed achieving productive results.
She sat down next to Sheila on the sofa, reaching out and grabbing Sheila's body. She pressed Sheila's skin firmly, holding onto her arms as she pulled her body toward her own.
Suddenly their lips met. The delicious sensations abounded within both of them, and their bodies began to tremble from the excitement they generated within each other.
CHAPTER 14
Faye's anxious fingers tore zealously against Sheila's ass cheeks.
She worked them up and down, then around, maintaining a steady flow of activity. Every time she squeezed the firm skin, she became that much more aroused and preoccupied with the goal at hand.
She ultimately reached out and threw her arms around Sheila, hungrily dragging her down from the sofa and toward the rug.
They landed impact fully on the rug with a loud thud, but its softness intrigued both of them. A stoutly determined Faye recognized that the rug would be as good a place as any to fuck Sheila. And, on top of that, she didn't want to take the necessary time to walk with her lover into the bedroom. She felt that it was imperative for them to involve themselves in sex that immediate moment.
She worked her fingers quickly over Sheila's mound, warming her up to the greatest extent possible, getting set to work her tongue over Sheila's pussy.
She removed her fingers from Sheila's mound, and dropped her head down between Sheila's legs. She kissed Sheila's pussy, causing dazzling sensations to spill throughout Sheila's body.
Sheila shuddered in direct response to the cunt kissing. She released her lips from Sheila's pussy, then allowed her tongue to come into contact with Sheila's anus.
"I've wanted this asshole for a long time," Faye smiled. "I didn't realize how much I wanted it before, but when you came in here today, baby, with that helpless look on your face, I knew that I had to have you right away."
She sank her tongue determinedly inside of Sheila's anus, stabbing forward, thrusting with everything she had, desiring to supply her lover with every bit of passion that she could.
While her tongue continued to relentlessly explore the inner confines of Sheila's asshole, she reached out and plunged her fingers against Sheila's pussy.
It felt good to maintain firm contact with her wet cuntal petals, which had already moistened as a result of the action that Faye had provided.
While her tongue kept tearing inside her lover's asshole, the finger movements also generated steam. Before Faye knew it she was maintaining a spontaneous flow of activity, driving her fingers relentlessly through Sheila's wet love nest and her tongue ever higher into Sheila's asshole.
The tongue continued to stab high into Sheila's anus, and the younger girl twisted her body with acute anxiety, hardly able to believe all that was befalling her in the way of sensations. It was an incredible series of events, Sheila couldn't help but think, even while she was continuing to be sucked and fingered. She had gone to visit Faye with one purpose in mind, that of getting her away from her husband. But instead she had fallen for Faye, and as the gorgeous blonde continued peppering her with steady tongue stabs, she surrendered herself more and more.
Faye finally decided that it was time for her to go on to other avenues of sensation, so she withdrew her tongue from Sheila's asshole.
With a vigorous forward thrust, she brought her tongue to bear inside Sheila's mound, driving it fervently as she clutched Sheila's trembling thighs.
With every sharp, relentless tongue stab, she observed Sheila pulling that much closer to climax. She wanted to be the beneficiary of Sheila's orgasm, to taste the juices of the beautiful red-haired girl.
Her fingers pressed even more sharply than before against Sheila's thighs as she kept up the tonguing, plunging inside Sheila's pussy, enjoying every stroke. She particularly liked it whenever Sheila's body would twist. When she put forward particularly sharp tongue thrusts, Sheila would respond in that manner.
A few convincing strokes later, Sheila was at the end of the line. There was no way that she would withstand the relentless tongue probes of Faye for very long.
"I'm going, going," she gasped.
At that point the juices began to stream out of the end of Sheila's pussy. The younger girl's body shuddered as the juices kept escaping out of her steaming snatch.
"Swallow it, swallow it," Sheila maintained a steady excited cadence.
Faye's fingers resolutely squeezed at Sheila's ass cheeks as she went after every drop of the girl's pussy goo. She attacked Sheila's vagina like a woman possessed, one who was on the verge of dying of thirst, needing the sweet nectars of Sheila's mound.
She released her tongue from Sheila's love pit, reaching out and running her right hand over Sheila's face.
"Such soft skin, such a beautiful girl," she said.
"I'm limp," Sheila shook her head. "I never got this much action this fast. One second you were touching me, and the next I was gushing."
Faye got up from the floor, walking into another room.
Sheila heard the sound of a dresser drawer opening, then closing.
The young red-haired beauty heard the pitter-patter of Faye's footsteps as she returned to the living room.
Sheila looked up and emitted .a loud gasp of astonishment as she observed a dildo fastened around Faye's waist.
Faye wore a look of steely determination, and as the plastic phallus stared out at Sheila, the younger girl blinked her eyes.
"I don't believe it, what is that thing?" she asked.
"Doesn't it look like a cock?"
"Exactly. Where did you get it?"
"A novelty store, my dear. A very special novelty store," Faye laughed, walking slowly toward Sheila, who continued to lie on her back in the middle of the room.
'What are you gonna do with it?"
"What do men usually use cocks for?"
"For fucking, but certainly that's not what you're gonna do with that."
"You haven't been around, dearie. Girls have sex like this all the time. It's a beautiful way to make love."
Faye lowered her body down on the rug, moving toward her lovely prey. Sheila shook her head, wearing an expression of confusion as Faye kept moving closer to her.
"There's not a thing to worry about," Faye told her. "You're gonna love this, darling."
"I'm not so sure. It all seems so eerie, getting tucked by a woman."
"It's doing the things that most people don't do in life that makes my life so fascinating," Faye chuckled. "I'm getting this out of moth balls. It's been a long time since I've balled with a girl this way. But, of course, I don't meet girls like you just any and every day."
Faye reached out and grabbed her lover's thighs, parting them gently, then pushing the plastic-tipped phallus forward.
She plunged it inside the girl's mound, whip-lashing her body forward.
She adopted a sizzling pace right from the beginning, plunging the plastic-tipped phallus time and again inside Sheila's mound.
Sheila couldn't help but be both impressed and startled. Never had she thought it possible to receive a dazzling tuck from a woman, but sure enough she was getting it, having a penis thrust deep inside her trembling mound.
While Faye continued her steady cock onslaught, she fingered her lover's buttocks.
"What a piece of ass you are," she exclaimed. "I love peppering you with my cock. I feel just like your male lover now. Sometimes I like changing identities, baby. Now I'm not a girl, I'm a man, and you're my lover."
While Faye continued her swift, pummeling, devastating cock stabs, she reached out with both hands and began to slap her lover's ass cheeks.
Her peppery slaps against Sheila's ass cheeks caused the younger girl's buttocks to redden. The sounds of the skin crackling caused Faye to become ever hotter as she wielded the dildo convincingly inside her lover's mound.
"Do you feel close to juicing?" Faye asked Sheila.
"Oh, yes, very close."
"Maybe I'd better stop pretty soon."
"Why? I'm really beginning to enjoy this action."
"Because I want to swallow your juices. I don't want you to waste one precious drop, my darling Sheila."
Faye suddenly released the plastic penis from her lover's mound.
She looked down at the wet matted pubic hairs, still dazzling red, but very wet as a result of all the juicing that Sheila had done.
"This time I want us to do it together," Faye said. "I want to do it sixty-nine style. While my tongue is cutting loose inside your snatch, I want you to do the same thing to me."
"I'm willing to do anything you want me to," Sheila said.
"That's good, We're really making progress, sweetheart."
Faye reached out and patted her lover's thighs, then thrust her body up over Sheila's.
Faye allowed her body to come to rest just above Sheila's. She propped her hot ass just a few inches above the younger girl's head.
Faye's tongue was resting just a few inches above Sheila's love nest, and she licked her lips several times, pausing reflectively before putting her tongue to work inside Sheila's mound.
Once that Faye's tongue came into contact with Sheila's pussy, Sheila's entire body began to rotate back and forth. Her ass cheeks flounced on the rug as Faye kept up her pace.
"Oh, that I like," Sheila nodded.
Sheila's heart palpitated savagely as she thrust her tongue upward, allowing it to make its first penetration inside Faye's vagina.
It marked the first time in Sheila's life that she had ever gotten that intimate with a woman. While her tongue twisted inside Faye's pussy, she gripped the beautiful blonde's buttocks with her fingers.
Faye's body moved back and forth swiftly as her tongue kept on sinking ever deeper into her lover's moist pit of passion.
Since Faye had done everything but cause Sheila to orgasm during the course of fucking her pussy with the dildo, it didn't take long before the juices surged into Faye's waiting mouth.
Faye gobbled down the pussy droplets with sheer delight, then awaited her own orgasm as Sheila kept up her savage pace.
When Faye withdrew her tongue from Sheila's box, she decided to give Sheila as much verbal encouragement as she could preceding orgasm.
"You're really working now," she sighed, "I like what you're doing, honey. I'll keep wiggling my hips. You like it when my butt wiggles. I like the way your fingers are moving against my ass cheeks. Just keep going, because I'm about ready to juice."
When the juices finally began to skyrocket out of Faye's pussy, she let out a joyful shout.
"That's it, baby, stick with it, eat me, eat every bit of my pussy juice," Faye said.
Even though gobbling down womanly nectars constituted a new experience for Sheila, she was more than capable of meeting the challenge, digesting every drop that spilled out of the other girl's mound.
After Sheila finished with her handiwork, Faye lifted her body, jumping to her feet.
Faye burst into loud applause, a big smile sweeping across her face. "Bravo, you're the star of this show," Faye said.
"No, that isn't fair to say," Sheila shook her head. "After all, there wouldn't have been a show if it weren't for you. And you got me to juice by doing such a great job."
"Then let's not argue about who's the star. Let's just say that we had a smashing opener."
"Yes, we did."
"After we play Boston and Philadelphia a while, maybe we'll be ready for New York,"
Faye winked.
Sheila was still very much in a daze. So much had happened to her so fast.
It wasn't until the entire sex encounter came to an end that she even remembered the purpose of her visit. She had been so concerned about saving her marriage, but now that didn't seem to mean as much to her.
Since she had received some blistering fucks from Faye, everything seemed different. She could withstand marital indiscretions on the part of Joel. They didn't contain that much significance. Not when she bad access to a gorgeous pussy like Faye's.
As Sheila slowly put on her clothes, preparing to leave Faye's apartment, she thought about the significant changes that had occurred in her life. First it was swapping, and now lesbianism.
The events happened so fast that she had not had sufficient opportunity to evaluate their impact.
"How about us having lunch tomorrow?" Faye asked as Sheila walked toward the door. "After all, we're bachelor girls while the two men are away."
"I'm not sure I can make it."
"Why not, dear?"
"I've got a few things to do around the house."
"Put them off, darling. Either that or do them in the morning. I really want to see you again tomorrow. This is the start of a beautiful relationship."
"I'll see. Give me a call," she said as she opened the door.
CHAPTER 15
Sheila experienced the wildest weekend of her life with Faye.
The seductive blonde could not seem to get enough of Sheila, and they spent both Saturday and Sunday evening screwing at Faye's apartment.
When Sheila returned home Monday morning, she was nursing a terrible hangover. She and- Faye had both imbibed greatly, polishing off a good deal of Vodka in between their pussy sucks and dildo stabs.
Sheila had become an accomplished lesbian lover during the course of the weekend, learning all the ropes about lesbian pleasures, including that of fucking with a dildo.
As she arrived home, however, it was with a certain sense of guilt. She couldn't quite see her way out of the wilderness. Faye was demanding more sex, and told her that she would be more than happy to stop seeing Joel.
The ironical twist of fate that Sheila just couldn't get over was that she had achieved her objective, that of getting Faye to stop seeing her husband Joel. But it was the manner in which she accomplished it that stunned her. In the act of accomplishing her principal objective, she had fallen into a headlong romance with Faye.
She was so tired that she badly needed sleep, so she immediately retired to her room.
It wasn't until she was laying her head down on the pillow that she recognized the fact she hadn't even been home to receive her husband's post-race call, which he made with steady habit.
She didn't even know how the race came out, since Faye had taken her telephone off the hook so they wouldn't be interrupted when they were screwing.
If only they hadn't been so drunk, they would have at least left a line open, Sheila thought.
She dropped quickly off to sleep, sleeping deeply until early afternoon.
Sheila was awakened by a tug at her left shoulder.
She looked up into the face of Joel, who wore an expression that indicated a cross between annoyance and relief.
"What ever happened to you?" he asked.
'What do you mean, dear?"
"I must have tried to reach you fifty times. Tell me something. Have you found yourself a lover?"
"Of course not," she struck back woundedly. "Why would you ask that?"
"Here you are, sleeping so soundly that you didn't even hear me when I came into the room. And it's the middle of the day. You're not usually sleeping now. And you must not have been here last weekend. If you were you certainly weren't answering your phone or you would have talked to me. I just don't get any of it. All I know is that you've been terribly cold sexually lately. Now you're not even there when I call to let you know how the race came out."
"How did you do?"
"I won, for whatever the hell that matters," he snapped, sitting down in a chair and tensely crossing his legs. "Out with it, honey. I don't believe in holding things back. That's never been my way. Just what did happen?"
Sheila's body began to quake. She threw her head into her hands and began to sob unrestrainedly.
"All right, I'll tell you," she sniffed.
Sheila waited until she was able to regain her composure satisfactorily. She then looked up at Joel.
"It all started when I found out about your affair with Faye," she said. "You don't have any reason to act like you're so innocent, Joel."
For the next few minutes she went into detail explaining all about her discovery of Joel and Faye meeting at the motel. From there she proceeded to the confrontation with Faye.
"I did it because I wanted to save our marriage," she explained, "but then something else happened."
As her husband leaned forward, listening to her incredible revelations, Sheila, her voice trembling, explained how she became drawn into sex with Faye.
At the close of her disclosures, Joel jumped up from the chair and walked over, toward her.
He sat on the edge of the bed, running his fingers consolingly through her hair.
"I think that we both made a mistake, and we'd better just remedy it right now," he told her.
"I don't understand what you mean," she looked into his eyes.
"I mean this. I was wrong for suggesting the swapping. That opened things up. We had a beautiful marriage, so there was no need to rock the boat. I'm sorry, dear. I accept full responsibility for that. But there's something that I think you should accept responsibility for."
"Tell me what."
"The fact that you wouldn't give me the same kinds of sex sensations Faye would. I don't want to hurt you, darling. I just want you to show a little more enthusiasm for the act since I have been willing to give you all that I could muster in the way of oral satisfaction, I think you should be willing to do the same thing for me."
"I don't know. I would consider it, though. I don't want to lose you, Joel. I'll tell Faye that I can't ever have sex with her again, If she wants to continue to be my friend, then okay. But no more intimacies."
"That's exactly right," Joel nodded. "And I promise you from the bottom of my heart that I won't be having any more sex with Faye either."
"That makes me feel so good to hear," Sheila said.
Her husband threw his arms around her, delivering a long kiss to her lips which caused their hearts to throb and their bodies to shake.
When he removed his lips from hers, she exclaimed:
"Congratulations on winning that race. You're my hero."
At that point he began to undo his shirt.
CHAPTER 16
Once Joel removed his clothing, and totally shed his underwear, he jumped under the sheets with his lovely wife.
Sheila never looked better to him than she did at that moment. He was convinced that their problems were behind them. Eventually, he felt confident, she would even see her way clear to participating in other forms of sex with him, acts that he had been denied up to that point.
His fingers worked resolutely at her panties, sliding them off swiftly.
As her panties hit the floor, Joel reached out and gripped her legs. His strong fingers caressed them with surging eagerness as he pushed his hard penis forward.
This time she was enthusiastic about the prospects of sex with him, and that fact became apparent to Joel from the manner in which she manipulated her hips back and forth.
The overpowering desires rippled through his whole body, and he shoved his lean body forward, connecting with her mound.
His erect member planted itself stiffly in her vagina. She twisted her body, basking in the enjoyment of his strokes.
"Kiss me, baby, tongue my mouth," she sighed.
"With great delight," he smiled.
His head surged forward and he implanted his tongue squarely in her mouth. The tongues merged, splashing with uninhibited eagerness as he kept on rocking his body back and forth.
He pushed forward relentlessly, moving rapidly toward climax while his tongue kept on splashing against hers.
A few strokes later, the juices surged out of the end of his instrument.
His body felt clean and alive as he watched the skyrocketing white liquid spill from the end of his cock into her lively mound.
Things were beginning to look up again in Joel Pearson's life.
