"So why be so uptight? Can't you just forget all those things, real or imagined, which are holding you back from, doing what you really want to do? I mean, if eating out is your thing, then do it!"
That was Ginnie Rodger's philosophy. As for Dale and Laura Drake, it was a lesson in table manners they never learned at home. The college scene had come a long way since the stodgy fraternity-sorority days of Professor
Drake's alma mater. On the swinging co-ed campus of Pompeyo College, sucking had almost replaced rucking and panty-raids were absolutely dullsville. It was an "anything goes" atmosphere, dominated by the young set's habitual of heavy "eating out."
Though it was Ginnie's first year at the swinging West Coast campus, it didn't take the hot and hungry blonde long to learn her "P's and Q's"-pricks and quims! After all, her roommate, Dianne, was quite willing to share everything-^even her strong-bodied Indian lover, John, as well as her experiences in dorm after hours scenes. And the two girls had many long and short snacks together and in company.
Then there was Susan, the red-headed art department secretary, who was into just about everybody's pants-and panties. She taught Ginnie a new twist in spicy cunnilingus. But it wasn't until Ginnie moved in on Dale Drake that her scene really picked up exotic flavorings.
It was Dale's first year, too. The professor found that he'd best become a student if he really wanted to be in on the new recipes at Pompeyo. After all, most of his fellow faculty were professional tasters, and made no pretenses of being else. There were some broken eggs, at first. But Susan, then Ginnie, helped him to make a proper omelet. In short order, he was graduating to crepe-suzettes-and liking it.
For the lusciously stacked Laura Drake, it wasn't so easy at first, either. The deep urges which had been deadened for so long by marriage began to curdle and surface. Her first attempt at extra-curricular eating was only intensified by the inevitable conflict Ridden with guilt, she built up great frustrations over her seeming lack of ability. Then came her first real exam-an "anything goes" party, and she realized how much she was a woman, and how little she really needed to fear those first egg shells.
After Laura found that Jean proved to be a gourmet and a willing teacher, she progressed where she had never hoped to boil water without burning it.
But, it was Ginnie's idea to plug the ancient generation gap with the world's oldest and youngest subject-sex. It brought all of them together-students, teachers, straights, crookeds, AC-DC's-and proved once more that the generation gap is an academic question.
CHAPTER ONE
Bouncing partly along the wooded path to Fremont Hall, Ginnie Rodgers was far from oblivious to the admiring stares of the passing male students. To Ginnie some of the faces were familiar, others yet unknown, but all came to life at the sight of her long nyloned legs flashing under her brief mini and her upthrust, braless breasts quivering under the thin fabric of her blouse. The many amply filled pants fronts she noted from her won quick glanes and her feeling a dewy moisture between her swishing thighs.
Spring had a way of doing that to her. It was the kind of warm May afternoon which filled her body with a sensual glow and, since the morning's art class, she had been acutely conscious of an itching friction in her tight panties. Ginnie stifled the impulse to giggle as she recalled a similar afternoon a few weeks earlier.
She had been strolling along the same path, receiving the same burning stares and the smoldering in her panties had become unbearable. Finding herself suddenly alone in the pathway, she had paused and yielded to the slinky insistence in her panty crotch. Shivering and panting, her eyelids fluttering, she had stood clutching her books and shaking shamelessly through a delicious orgasm which flooded her with honeyed luxury. Opening her pleasure dimmed eyes she had been greeted by the owlish stare of an elderly professor hurrying past and wondering if he had actually witnessed what he thought...
Then, as today, Ginnie's horniness arose from the need for a good, hard fucking. It had been over three days since her little sex button had been properly polished off by a hard prick and, surrounded as she was by so many handsome and capable males it became very difficult to keep phallic needs out of mind.
In this morning's painting class she had caught herself sucking on the handle of a thick brush while dreaming of cocc. On looking up she had met the gaze of the handsome instructor, Dale Drake, who quickly glanced away. Though she realized her sucking had been rather vigorous, Ginnie was irritated by his embarrassment, especially since it was often his cock she was visualizing. She found it hard to understand why anyone as mature and groovy-looking as Dale Drake seemed so often uptight in a place as relaxed and swinging as Pompeyo College. But then Drake was fairly new and, since it was the students who set the pace in such college towns, it would probably take him awhile to come around, to "get hip."
Ginnie herself was only in her second semester at the California campus but she had found the groove quickly, and found it to her liking. Tall and lissome, with long, strawberry blonde hair, blue-green eyes and a pouting sensual mouth, Ginnie had caused a considerable stir as the "new girl" in her Fremont Hall dormitory.
Fremont was a far cry from the kind of regimented student quarters she had grown accustomed to in her three collegiate years in Eastern schools. Fremont was co-ed and though male and female students were assigned rooms on alternate floors, few found that an obstacle to the kinds of extra-curricular activities that had given Pompeyo College a name in the hip campus underground.
There were rules alright, but the dorm "parents," Ralph and Selina did little to enforce them since they themselves were unmarried and spent a good deal of their time making it with various students.
Though her experience had been limited to a few of the attractive males she had met in her dorm, the student cafeterieas, or in classes, Ginnie had heard the stories of the wild goings on-the group sex, the drug use, the night-long orgies, the wife swapping (among some of the married graduates) and even lesbianism. All the tales, especially those about lesbianism always aroused a deep excitement within her. She had a vivid, if somewhat over-active imagination and found it thrilling to imagine the sensation of a woman's hands and lips on her body. But she had never dared to admit to herself that she was secretly waiting for such an adventure...
Lately it had been all she could do to keep her mind off sexy thoughts, to ignore her persistent pussy ache, the tempting friction of her panties and nylons, the tingling in her . brassiere cups. She wasn't used to fighting with herself this way but then she had made a resolution; her boyfriend Rick Granger was hitch-hiking out from the East Coast and Ginnie was making a valiant effort at sexual abstention until his arrival.
It wasn't easy for her to avoid some of her former bed partners, especially when she so often encountered them on campus, but she knew Dale was worth the wait. She envisaged his lean, hard body, the long shaft of his bow-like prick, the thrill of his knowing lips as they expertly worked their way down her body, nibbled gently at her pubic bush-a little spasm of lust shot from her spine to her pantied crotch and Ginnie shivered as she walked along,. Gosh, she was horny today! If only she could manage for a day or two more...
She liked this path through the trees and enjoyed the long walks in the woods that the campus layout made possible, set, at it was, in the rolling mountains and forest area which line the southern California coast. Indeed, Ginnie had spent many memorable evenings in these woods, writhing and moaning in lust locks among the leaves and pine needles.
Fremont dormitory loomed out of the trees before her, snapping Ginnie out of another smoldering reverie. She noticed that there were few students in the lobby and that the dorm was fairly quiet for this time of day-no thundering of stereo systems or electric guitars. She decided she would take an afternoon nap, something she had been treating herself to frequently.
It was an easy quarter for her-two art classes and a language lab meant little stydying and lots of spare time. When Dale arrived things should be happening, fast and exciting, as they always did with him. But for now, Ginnie was hoping her room-mate would be out so she could enjoy a few hours of peace.
Though she got along quite well with her room-mate, freaky Dianne Curtis, Ginnie could not help feeling occasional annoyance at the lack of privacy, the lone drawback of the co-ed dorms. She had attempted to compensate for it by partitioning with a curtain of elaborate Persian design. It was beautiful but, as it turned out, such a screen did little to minimize distractions.
Ginnie took the elevator to the second floor, the women's floor, and as she made her way down the hall to her room, she felt the afternoon's drowsiness creeping up on her. Yes, a nap would be very nice indeed. She could hardly wait to slip under the sheets and get her fingers into her pussy-to ease the itch for one more day.
But, as she opened the door, a low giggle from her room-mate's bed evaporated her plans for a little private panty fun and a quiet nap. Sighing, she closed the door softly. The curtain was drawn and Ginnie guessed that Dianne was chatting on the phone as she often did for hours. She tossed her books on the bed and, resigning herself to what little rest was possible, she slipped off her shoes. The murmuring of a male voice stopped her short.
Listening closely, Ginnie could hear the low, even tones intersperesed with little giggles from' Dianne. She thought for a moment to reveal her presence and thereby avoid the embarrassment of being found in the room later but a groan of pleasure, issuing form behind the partition, changed her mind.
Her curiosity was too strong-if nothing else she had to know who it was, and just what they were up to,. She tiptoed soundlessly to the curtain's edge and drew it back ever so slightly. She had to catch her breath at the sight which greeted her.
Dianne was sprawled on her back amid the rumpled sheets of her floor level mattress, the long folds of her granny dress bunched at her waist. Beside her knelt a bronze-skinned youth with raven black hair, nude but for a pair of cotton jockey shorts. Ginnie was flushed with excitement and envy-it was Johnny Silverstone, a full blooded Cherokee Indian and one of the grooviest, sexiest, most desirable young studs on campus!
Ginnie had seen him often enough on campus to arouse her imagination and had fantasized many times over his hard muscled, reddish brown body. He was strikingly handsome, 'with piercing coal black eyes and the sight of him half naked was a thrill beyond words for her. Just what did Dianne have going to rate him anyway?
Ginnie had never played peeping Tom before but she found her heart racing wildly as the sensual duet unfolded before her. The Indian was caressing her belly through her full-sized white panties, teasingly allowing his fingers to brush over the edge of her plump pussy, clearly outlined through the thin nylon. Ginnie nearly choked with pleasure as she imagined that masterful hand on her own panties.
The hand was moving lower and suddenly to Dianne's hoarse groan of delight, it clamped over her taut bulge. His fingers worked rapidly, unmercifully on her through the nylon and Dianne's head tossed and rolled as her loins surged up to meet his hand.
"Oh, Johnny, oh... " she panted breathlessly, "that's sooo groovy."
He moved his body between her legs suddenly, his back still to Ginnie, moving his free hand to the hot mouud of Dianne's crotch. Ginnie could not see the Indian's two-handed ministrations, but the cries of lust which reached her ears sent little shivers through her body. She felt the sudden dribbling moisture in her own panties and realized that her titties and pussy were burning in her tight clothes.
The Indian lifted her dress and as he began to pull it over her head, Dianne's braless titties sprang free, full and white, the nipples hard with excitement. Ginnie marvelled at their upthrust beauty, exposed to her for the first time. They had always appeared so much smaller uuder the loose clothing Dianne usually wore. Ginnie felt a curious twinge of guilt at the strange sensation of excitement the girl's nudity awoke in her.
Her dress discarded, Dianne's he"d-fell back, her eyes lidded, her hps parted and instantly the Indiau was kissing her fiercely. His loins moved against hers as he bent her back and trailed a hot stream of kisses down her throat and onto her quivering breasts. He paid homage to her titties, tonguing and succing the tender nipples until they were wet and rigid.
"Your titties are beautiful baby," Ginnie heard the Indian murmur.
"Oh-Johnny, you know just hwo to treat 'em!" cooed Diaune, her fingers lacing through his long, black hair. "Oh... lower, please!"
Complying graciously, the Indian's hps moved greedily over her navel and belly until his head was between her legs, mouthing her oozing crotch through the panty fabricv Ginnie was trembling all over with excitement at the sight and she suddenly realized her itching palms were scrubbing compulsivley at her thighs. Finally, when the tension had become unbearable, she yielded to the urge which had assaulted her through the day.
She rucked her short mini and the lacy white half-slip she wore beneath it to her waist, exposing her long, sleek stockinged thighs and the pretty pink-ini panties in which her ardor raged. As she watched Dianne thrash and warble in sexual ecstasy, Ginnie's fingers sought the hot bulge of her throbbing pussy, encased in the sheerness of her panties.
"Oooh Johnnyy do it-of, do it!" Dianne cried, her legs kicking wildly, "My panties, please take them off!"
Ginnie felt her knees nearly buckle as she watched the Indian's fingers tugging at the waistband, then sliding the clinging nylon down her roommates thighs.
Dianne straightened her legs as he stripped them off her feet and then she sank back onto the cushions, spreading her thighs to his renewed oral onslaught. For a fleeting moment, Ginnie caught a glimpse of the puffy pinkness and the mature bush of Dianne's cunt. Then the Indian buried his face in it, siezing her clittie with a swift sucking motion of his lips that took Dianne's breath away.
"Oh yeah!" she gasped, "Oh that's it-oh, eat me baby!... eat me up!"
John Silverstone's head bobbed and dipped between the girl's widespread, quivering thighs, his bronzed body a striking contrast to her milky whiteness. Dianne bounced in abandon on the mattress, shaking and spasming, her fingers digging and raking at the Indian's powerful neck and shoulders.
"Oooh, Wow-ooh, Heavens-"Ginnie whispered under her breath as she watched the sensational cunnilingus.
Her fingers worked briskly, teasing her thrusting love tip through the filmy panty fabric. The frenzied friction of her masturbating was causing the tension within her to mount steadily. Soon, she knew, it would explode and drench her hand and panties with a soothing, warm foam.
Dianne arched and bobbed her pelvis against the Indian's face, returning the fucking motions of his tongue.
"Oh, oh, oh... ahhh!" she shrieked.
Her body suddenly went taut and her voice trailed off into a tenuous whine as the jolt of release vibrated through her. The Indian continued his mouthing until Dianne sank back spent and exhausted, her thighs splayed limply, quivering with little currents of after shock.
Ginnie felt herself approaching the eruption point and she slid her hand under the legband of her panties, her fingers finding the erect button of her clit in the wet, hairy nest of her cunt. But her massaging motion slowed as she saw the Indian slowly rising from between Dianne's thighs.
With a controlled, deliberate motion he slowly stripped the tight jockey briefs down his legs. Dianne gazed up at his body through lidded eyes and moaned with delight at what she saw. As his back was to Ginnie she could see nothing save the taut, compact muscles of his buttocks, but this proved sufficiently exciting and she speeded up the motion of her finger on her clit. The Indian stood momentarily still, seemingly regaining his breath as he hovered over Dianne's body.
"Oh, Heavens, Johnny," Dianne purred, Ooh, what a gorgeous prick... it's so... so big \ and... oh, I've just never seen one so big!"
"You deserve the credit for making it that way," he said.
"Oh, but I havent' even touched it," she giggled, stretching out her arms, "Come on you big stud-gimme that groovy thing!"
"No, Dianne," was his surprising reply, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait for awhile."
"W-what do you mean-what's the matter-c'mon, fuck me now!"
But the Indian stood still, and Ginnie, surprised at this turn of events wondered if she hadn't better beat a retreat while she had the opportunity. She was reluctantly pulling her hands from her panties when suddenly the Indian whirled and, with a single vigorous motion, whipped aside the curtain, completely exposing Ginnie.
"I'm not an Cherokee for nothing," he grinned, his dark eyes flashing into hers.
Ginnie reeled with shock, her face flushed with mixed shame and excitement as Dianne's cry of surprise burned in her hazed brain. But her guilt all but vanished at the sight of the Indian's enormous penis, jabbing up at her from the dark forest of his loins like an angry, accusing lance. From deep within, a secret thrill at her exposure surged up, burning away the shame, so as her eyes remained fixed on the rigid cock, all she could think was fuck-fuck-fuck!"
"I knew you were there all along... I heard you every move since you came in the room. I even heard you frigging your pussy you silly bitch."
The words seared into her and, for an instant Ginnie wrenched her gaze away from the Indian's cock and met his eyes. They pierced into her quivering sould and she watched them travel along her body, shuddering as he hungrily eyed the dew-soaked swath of her panties, revealed beneath her upraised skirt. She watched his penis beat and swell even larger, it's swollen red tip mushrooming with excitement. Her breath caught in her throat and the room seemed to be spinning around her. She stood weak and waiting and at last, with a snarl of lust, the Indian seized her wrist and pulled her roughly against him.
Ginnie nearly melted in her panties as she felt the rigid rod of his prick ream up between her thighs and sear into the silky nest of her crotch. His body was iron hard, far more powerful than it even appeared and Ginnie thrilled to the feel of her soft, yet firm breasts boring into his muscular chest.
He sealed her mouth with his as he moulded her nylon sheathed loins and legs to his sleek skinned nudity. He wrapped his hands around the plump cheeks of her ass, still swathed in the thin, skin tight briefs. He rolled and patted her plump, bouncy buttocks as his tongue wound serpent-like around hers.
The sudden change which had come over him, transforming his passionate tenderness with Dianne to a kind of lusting savagery, set off something animal-like in Ginnie. She attempted to struggle weakly against his powerful hold, partly out of a sense of guilt towards Dianne and partly out of her vow for Dale, but her efforts only increased the roughness and force of the Indian's assault and only intensified her own excitement, he hard rod of his man flesh which ran under her pussy and ass in long, sibilant strokes, was nearly lifting her off her feet with delight and was slowly reducing her to a mass of quivering lust.
"Next time, maybe you won't be so inhibited," he hissed into her ear.
He forced her back against the wall and roughly shoved her panties to her knees. Ginnie shivered and caught a glimpse of her room-mate as her pussy was bared. Dianne was sitting up, wide-eyed and clearly excited at the show, deriving, no doubt, some of the same voyeunistic thrills Ginnie herself had enjoyed.
Ginnie thrilled as the Indian stared hotly at the wet thatch of her strawberry blonde cunt hair.
"My, what a pretty pussy," he breathed, his tone losing some of its harshness.
Ginnie had sensed his brutality was partly for show, so as to excite Dianne and herself all the more. From what she had seen, he was a careful, expert lover and he proved her right when he gently dipped his fingers into her oozing cunt. With masterful technique, he manipulated her clittie while he teased the tender lips of her vulva, innie nearly passed out from pleasure, and she slowly began to sink down along the wall. The ndian lifted her then, and deposited her on the mattress along side Dianne.
"You'll have to wait, Dianne," he was saying, almost apologetically, "But don't worry, I have no intentions of leaving you high and dry."
Ginnie heard him through a lust fog. he was completely over powered by the lust which raged within her and had long since lost control. Her brain was slowly reeling, her pussy was a swamp.
She wanted to scream, to shriek out, to reach up and seize the monstrous organ which jerked and bobbed above her, but she merely lay trembling, her wet panties at her knees, paralyzed, hypnotized by the thing's power.
As he knelt between her highs, the Indian drew her limp wrist to his cock and innie spasmed with shock at it's hot, hardness, he could hardly believe the sheer rigidity of the thing and her fingers could barely close around it. Gingerly, but with mounting excitement, she began to slide her hand slowly up and down the erection, sliding the foreskin in a taut, vigorous movement that stretched it close to the hild and then brought it almost completely over the purple, puffy crown.
The Indian once more drew his fingers to her snatch and his ceaselessl tormenting thumb provoked her tender clitoris to a wild, tickling frenzy.
Ginnie frigged his prick more urgently, shaking the visible top half between the forefinger and thumb, jerking it ruthlessly and causing the foreskin to move up and down over the helmet at a fantastic speed.
But Ginnie needed more. She ached to feel this powerful fuck stick sliding into her body, to feel his hard, rigid length forcing her cunt lips open...
"Do you think you're about ready now?" he asked. "Have you had enough finger fun for today?"
"Oh, please... " was all she could gasp.
"Please what?" he teased. "What would you like me to do. Please-be specific.
"Fuck me," she squealed. Fuck me. Shove your big prick into me. Hurry up. Hurry, please.
His hand ripped her panties apart with a sudden violent motion and their shredded remnants clung to her thighs like a pair of garters. Ginnie gasped at this resumption of brutality only to have her blouse torn open as well. Her swollen, rosy tipped breasts rolled free and Ginnie gleefully squeezed and stroked the Indian's massive organ as he smeared his sucking mouth from titty to titty and his head forced her thighs apart.
"Oh, wow!" she groaned loudly. "Oh, please, fuck it into me. Fuck me, now!
He sank down atop her then, rolling, rolling his hard body over her yielding softness, exulting in the feel of her bare, soft breasts squashed under his chest. She felt the urgent prod of his prick at the shivery doors of her cunt. He slid the hard underside over the lust slick thrusting bud of her clittie and Ginnie whined a high pitched song of delirius delight.
She felt him lifting, poising to thrust and she reached down to grasp once more the rigid cylinder of cockflesh. She squeezed it roughly in her bird-like hand, causing him to growl with pleasure and drew the smooth domed knob to the wet, pouting petals of her pussy, rubbing it there gently. Her body quaked, half in anticipation of the delicious prick thrills she was about to receive.
"Stick it, Johnny... quick!" she pleaded.
He took her with a sudden, violent lunge, driving his enormous shaft deep into her lathered pussy. Ginnie sobbed with joy as her aching cunt walls closed a round the long, scathing thrust of his hardness.
"Ahh... ohh Golly, that's beautiful!" she cried softly.
He slid his hands down her back and clutched her squirming bottom as he buried himself to the hilt. He began to pound her with his body, driving his swelling stretch of prick into her body with unrestrained fury, with a dynamic power that thrilled Ginnie to her toes.
Pinned and flattened against the cushions, Ginnie tried to catch her breath as the prick pleasure flooded her loins. She began to meet his vicious, twisting jabs with an ardor of her own as her cunt rippled up and down around him. She lifted her head from the mattress and shook from side to side so her hair was tossing back and forth as she vibrated.
An She wrapped her nyloned legs around his bucking thighs as she matched his pistoning stride, feeling the delectable, swift pulsings of her cunt, the searing build up of her release. Her orgasm blossomed as her pussy gulped and slurped the merciless pumping of his prick, achieving such depth and violent force that she shrieked with ecstasy.
A blinding flash of light exploded behind her tightly shut eyes as she went off, her body quaking like a taut bowstring. The Indian kept stroking and stroking, carrying her to a second and then a third orgasm until, utterly spent and exhausted, Ginnie lay shivering beneath him. Slowly he drew his still rigid prick from her aching body.
Ginnie lay sprawled, deliciously ravaged and, for what seemed like an hour, her mind and senses floated blissfully on a silken cloud. It had actually been a rape, a savage, brutal assault, but oh how she had loved it!
From far off, the ringing of a telephone impinged on her senses. Shrill and insistent it refused to cease and Ginnie roused herself to a sitting position. She could hear Dianne and Johnny fucking joyfully on her bed and guessed that they were not about to be disturbed. She forced herself up and staggered across the room, her shredded panties flapping against her thighs and limply liftecTthe receiver to her ear.
"Hello?" she rasped.
"Hello,' Ginnie?" came an anxious, somewhat impatient voice.
Her heart lept in her throat-it was Rick!
"Rick! Wh-Where are you?"
"I'm in Kansas city of all places," came the clear, familiar tones, "I've been calling for the last half hour."
"I-mh had some late classes, "Ginnie lied, suddenly very awake.
"Well listen baby," he said, "I've been making pretty good time so I'll probably be in in a couple of days-probably Friday or Satureday."
"Groovy, Rick, I can't wait. It-it's been so long," she replied, trying to say something appropriate.
"Well, I'd better be signing off then. This call is costing me a lot."
"Oh, I'll be expecting you honey," she crooned, "And be careful."
"Yeah, well-I'll see you soon baby and listen, get some sleep, you sound awfully tired," he added.
"Bye, Rick."
"Bye."
The receiver clicked at the other end and Ginnie slowly placed it back on the phone, dazed and a bit confused. The whole conversation had had a certain element of unreality to it, especially since she had felt somewhat guilty. But she looked forward to his arrival and, once again, she sincerely vowed to save her favors for him.
But, as he turned from the phone she saw, on her bed, the Indian Kneeling above Dianne's shoulders, his thick, horses cock slowly working in and out of her greedy, gobbling mouth. Ginnie couldn't help but wonder just how long she could keep that vow.
CHAPTER TWO
"Hey, don't be so uptight, man!"
Dale Drake gritted his teeth at the words, sealing his lips in a tight, tense line. He stood back, controlling his impatience, as he waited for the crowd of students to file into the elevator ahead of him. They filled the compartment and he sighed as the doors closed on several grinning faces. The students had been right, though, and he knew it, despite his resentment... uptight... it was growing clear to him that he was just that. He still had to learn that at Pompeyo it just wasn't "cool" to do things like pushing ahead of the crowd of students, even if you were a professor.
He knew he still hadn't made the adjustment to the relaxed, calm pace of the west coast campus, so altogether different from the high pressure hustle and bustle of the Eastern schools he had known. But his "Uptightness" was more a result of month long struggle, mainly with himself, which seemed today to be spilling all around him.
Partly, it was due to a decline in the quality of his artwork-a decline which had resulted lately in no work at all. He knew that occasional dead ends were always a fact of artistic life and were a part of growth. But painting had always been one of his major channels of release, of self-expression and it disturbed him now to be so at odds with his work.
His tension was due as well to a feeling of middle age which had seemed to come upon him so suddenly. He had blended right into the stiff social fabric of the Eastern schools, but here he felt acutely consious of his age and position. There was a strong youth culture here whose ideas, language, dress and activities could not be ignored or looked down upon. Either you were "with it" or you were an outsider-" uptight."
In his classes for the first time in his teaching career, he had sensed that he was failing to communicate with his students. He had always held certain fixed ideas about art, drawing and painting, but here at Pompeyo he found a resistance to these ideas. Students prefered to "do their own thing" and they did-some rebelling quietly, others openly. The trouble was, so many of their ideas and work was so creative and so inspired that often he felt foolish to try and teach them anything. Was he really "old school" after all?
Abruptly, he tried to dismiss this nagging train of thought and turned his attention to the row of floor numbers above the door, watching them light in succession as the elevator made its ascent. He tried to relax as he waited. Soon though, he was thinking about Ginnie Rodgers.
She was perhaps the most exciting, the sexiest of the many stunning co-eds he was. teaching this semester. It was infuriating to watch them in their miniskirts and tight, low slung flares, to see their braless boobies bouncing loosely beneath their clothes. Sex was in the air here and people were open, enthusiastic and guilt-free about it. That in itself was enough to make him feel old.
Ginnie Rodgers was typical of her set-tight, short minis revealing long, shapely legs, high set unfettered breasts under thin blouses, a cool, coy demeanor but an occasional flash in her eye which revealed to anyone just what a sexy, young animal she was. It was nothing short of damned distracting to have her in a class.
As always, thinking about Pompeyo co-eds threw Dale back on the fact of his own, not so joyful marriage. His wife, Laura, a dark-haired beauty and an artist in her own right, was as fine a spouse as he could ever have hoped to find. And he never doubted her love for him, nor his for her. Yet there had always been something lacking in their sex life, due, most likely, to their mutual inhibitions. Last night had been typical.
They had passed a peaceful evening and gone to bed early as was their habit. Dale had begun some love play and when Laura had resisted, he had given up, too tired to persist. Then, as he was just beginning to fall asleep, Laura had decided that she wanted it after all and had taken the role of initiator, fondling his cock, rubbing her body against him. Sleepy, irritated and put off by his wife's sudden aggressiveness, Dale had found it difficult to maintain an erection. If only she would go down on me-just once, he had thought.
When his prick had finally hardened, Laura mounted him, but had difficulty with insertion as her pussy was still tight and poorly lubricated. Consequently, his erection had slackened and, after a few tense minutes of gratification, Laura rolled off and turned her back to him, silently angered at her husband's usual failure to give her an orgasm. Dale lay with limp cock, angered at himself at their constant failure to really meet each other on harmonious terms. So it went, always- The whir of the opening elevator door snapped him from his reverie and he stepped into the compartment alone. The door was just beginning to slide closed when he heard the sound of running feet.
"Wait, wait," came a female voice.
Dale reached forward quickly and grabbed the door which slid back automatically. Ginnie Rodgers stopped short in front of him, out of breath, her hair spilled about her shoulders.
"Oh-Professor Drake... " she said, embarrassed.
"Well, come on, Ginnie," he smiled, feeling awkward himself, "You're already late for class." Ginnie smiled back and stepped into the elevator, feeling a twinge of excitement at being alone with this man. Though in his late thirties, Dale Drake had lost few of the qualities which had made him attractive to the co-eds in his own college days. Darkly handsome, with clear, grey-green eyes and a lean, trim build, he was enough of an "older man" to have a strong appeal to a young sexpot like Ginnie-even if he himself felt uneasy about such age disparities. As the doors closed soundlessly on them, Ginnie spoke up pertly.
"How can you say I'm late, Mr. Drake, when you are too?"
"We professors are allowed that privilege," Dale replied, "We like to be greeted by a full room of smiling faces."
Ginnie was silent for a moment, and Dale wondered if he had said something wrong. Nonetheless, he took the opportunity to drink in the soft sexy curves of her body, alluringly clothed in a tight sweater and mini.
For a moment, he dared to imagine those long, svelte legs entwined about his, and his prick stiffened in his pants. In class, Ginnie was always setting off such thoughts-casually sashaying around the studio, casting that eye of hers or sitting with her mini-hem carelessly high on those thighs, her brilliantly colored panties flaring out at anyone who cared to look. He recalled the bright blue briefs she had shown him only a few days ago. His cock stiffened harder and he shifted self-consciously. Jesus, she was enough to set off any man's wildest fantasies!
He realized he had been staring and groped for something with which to break uncomfortable silence.
"How do you like the class this quarter, Ginnie?"
"Oh, it's just fine," she said, hesitantly. "But... well, I know most of the students like you more than you think, professor."
"Wh-what do you mean?" he asked, taken aback.
"Well... it's just that you shouldn't always feel you have to play the role of professor here-if you know what I mean."
"I'm not so sure I do, Ginnie," he said, feeling more awkward than ever. Ginniel paused, choosing her words carefully.
"It's simply that the teachers who get alone best here, and who really seem to enjoy it ar" the ones who are open to the kids and whs aren't afraid to... well, meet us on ou� terms."
"I-I see," Dale mumbled, as the words hit home.
"Let's face it," she chirped, brightly, "Yol have as much to learn from us as we do fro" you!"
Dale nodded slowly, feeling a strange sen* of relief at the discovery of this simple facK He realized just how eager he really was " learn from this new generation.
"Any parting words of advice before til class," he grinned as the elevator came to I stop.
"Yeah," she purred coyly, "Don't be m uptight-you'll be surprised at what happens* His cock twinged as her eyes flashet daringly into his and it pulsed and lengthens with lust as he followed the bouncing of hi full ass under the taut mini-skirt as th" stepped out of the elevator.
Simple as his duties were, Dale Drake ym having a very difficult time getting through ft afternoon office work. It seemed that evefl time his well-built, red-headed secretary mines her way over his office floor, his eyes won lift from the forms and follow the invitiM bounce of her fully-packed curves.
Susan Warwick was up to something today; it was in her look, in the way she flipped her butt around, and in the eyeful of lemon yellow panties he got every time she delved into his file cabinet-with which she seemed unusually busy.
She was wearing a typically distracting outfit-a gauzy white blouse which stretched tautly over her thrusting, high set breasts, revealing a black bra beneath and a suede mini which seemed to caress the quivering gourds of her bottom with every swish of her full thighs. As a result, the desk over which Dale had hovered for the past half hour had served mainly to conceal the straining knot in his lap. It was one of those days.
Divorced and obviously highly sexed, word had it that Susan had bedded down with more than one of the faculty members. She had turned on her sexy vibrations for him before, but today they seemed extra strong, extra urgent.
As he had passed her desk on his way in, she had swiveled in her chair, fussing with some papers and trying hard to act naturally. Her legs were crossed and she had allowed her extra-short mini to ride all the way up her long thighs. Dale had caught a glimpse of bright yellow panties above the smoky, sleek nylons and his cock had twinged instantly.
But then he was a little on edge himself. Ginnie Rodgers had been carrying on in her normally provocative fashion all through his morning class and it seemed he had been fighting down erections all day. Once more he tried to focus his attention on the papers before him and once more Susan breezed into the office, carrying a heat wave with her.
"I'm sorry to keep bothering you, professor," she beamed, "But I have to pull some transcripts."
He smiled back as she drew a chair to the cabinet and seated herself, not a little self-conscious about her super-sexy outfit and a little nervous as well. None too subtle, she spent the next few minutes providing Dale with a lavish display of her tightly packed sexuality. Trying to appear as casual as possible, she rummaged through the cabinet and leafed through some forms while making an elaborate show of crossing and uncrossing her legs. Occasionally, she opened them wide enough to erase any doubts in Dale's mind about the current state of her libido.
The hissing and rubbing of the nylon surfaces was having it's calculated effect-the curl of his penis in his tight briefs had swollen uncomfortably. Perhaps it was the mounting pressure of his own sexual need, perhaps his disgust with constantly fighting himself and perhaps it was Ginnie's words to him this morning, but Dale felt his usual insecurity, his "uptightness" in the face of a hot-pantied woman woman suddenly dissolving. He simply relaxed in his chair, his face retaining a calm, even innocent expression of open admiration as his penis swelled in his pants. He was charmed and had decided to enjoy it. If there was any ice left to be broken, Susan did the trick when she stood and bent over to look through the bottom file drawer. At the sight of her shimmering pantied bottom mounted over those sleek, tapering thighs, it was all Dale could do to keep from jumping up and moulding his steaming loins into her backside. He guessed she would have melted against him, trembling with the eager pitch of her fever heat...
So what now, he asked himself, his hands clenching at his armchair. She had given him all the go-signals-wasn't the next move his? But what course could he take? Once again it seemed he would be mired down in agonizing self-doubt.
But Susan turned suddenly, apparently finished with her filing. He met her eyes evenly and knew instantly she had been concsious of his eyes on her body all the while.
"Porfessor, I was wondering if you could help me with something?" she asked with a sly, self-conscious smile, "I have to select some drawings from the storage room for the display cabinet and I thought perhaps you could help. I'd much rather rely on your taste than on mine."
"Certainly, Susan," he said, a bit thickly. "Godd," she smiled, "I'm ready if you are." Dale didn't fail to catch the invitation in her voice. More than ready, he thought, his prick uncompromisingly hard as he stood up. Susan's eyes dropped to his slacks for a flirting moment and he saw the excitement there. She turned then, and his heart raced eagerly as his eyes followed her bouncing buttocks as she led him out of the office. For a moment he was reminded of Ginnie Rodger's cute ass, which he had likewise followed earlier that day. He swore softly to himself, clenching and unclenching his itching fingers. He wouldn't stand for much more prick teasing today.
"There's some lovely etchings here-I think they're on the top shelf."
Before Dale could make a move, Susan had stepped up on a chair alongside the row of shelves. From where he stood below her, the mini-skirt was simply meaningless. The panties were tight and near transparent, and above the nip of the lace-trimmed legbands, He could see all of her shadowed charms through a clinging yellow film. Somehow, he retained a sense of ease and restraint, though he made no attempt to conceal the protruding tent at his crotch.
She drew some folders from the shelf and the movement drew the mini-hem even higher over the swell of her bottom.
"Here," he heard himself say, "Let me help you down."
He took her waist in his hands and she seemed to float down against him. The suede sheath slid to her fluttering stomach and her nyloned thighs caressed him to the knees. They froze, their eyes falshing to the mould of their loins. Dale saw a sheer yellow swath beneath the uplifted skirt.
"My," he hoarsed, "Lemon meringue."
"Mmmm-hm," she breathed, "Fresh from the oven."
Her eyes lifted to his, lidded and sultry with desire. Her hps were moist and he could see the evn row of her pearly teeth behind their parted scarlet gleem. Suddenly, her bosom was swelling hard against his. He had had enough of this game. His blood rushing in his head, he bent and seized her yielding mouth.
Their bodies were trembling in their surging mold when they wrenched their lips apart, gasping for breath.
"I need you Dale," she hissed, her nails raking his neck.
"But h-here?," he gasped, hardly believing what was happening.
"Yes! Don't worry, I locked the door behind us-I'm the only one with the key. We're safe here." He hesitated and she surged against him. "Please," she groaned, "Fuck me here-now! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
Her hand groped at his crotch as the words burned into his brain. The clutch of her fingers on his aching penis dissolbed any further inhibitions. He siezed her against him in another searing kiss, massaging the nether cheeks of her pantied bottom under the upraised skirt. Her plump crotch ground against his thigh. She squirmed against his manly caress, humming throatily. Shit, how he wanted her!
She unzipped his fly and with trembling fingers worked his big penis out of the tight confines of his jockey briefs. She moaned at the sight of it, swaying before her stiff and strong, like a bar of smooth, solid iron.
Their mouths met again, hungrily, then-tongues winding and probing. Susan rubbed her titties against his solid chest as his bobbing prick sizzled against her pantied belly, the sibilant fabric sending little charges of ecstasy. She was really turning on!
"God, you've got a big one," she panted as their mouths unfastened.
She took its pulsing head in her palm and ran her smooth hand lovingly over its hard lenth. Reaching below, she fingered his swollen sack, lifting and rolling his balls. Dale slipped his fingertips down the front of her panties and gently probed her pussy, feeling her clittie stiffen in the panties.
"You haven't got a bad-sized pecker yourself, baby," he teased as she moaned and shivered.
"C'mon," she urged,"let's get some of these damn clothes off!"
Only last night, Susan had lian in bed massaging herself wildly through her silk nightie, dreaming of the big joystick she knew this handsome devil must possess. Now, as it bobbed rigidly before her, the thought that she would soon be getting it screwed into her sent added thrills through her overcharged pussy.
Dale stepped back, shipping off his coat and shirt as if they were on fire. Susan's hot little nipples tingle fiercely in the confines of her bra as his hairy, muscular chest was exposed. She undid her blouse and her breasts thrust out daringly, quivering in the confines of her wispy black bra.
She undid a small bow in front and her huge globes bounced free as the bra fell away, her pink nipples stiffening at the thrill of exposure. Dale closed the gap between them, unable to wait, his pants half undone, his penis swinging like a boom.
He reached to cup the quivering cones of her breasts in his palm. He weighed them gently and then began a soft kneading motion with his fingertips until he was rolling them back and forth, the smooth resilient flesh shivering under his expert stroking hands. Susan stood groaning, her head tossed back, her eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.
"Ooooh, lover... you know what a lady likes!"
He tweaked her lust hardened nipples in his finger tips, tickling the tips with his thumbs. She reached out blindly and grasped his prick with both hadns, jerking it up and down like a lever.
Dale was dizzy with lust at the insistent, demanding grip of her hands. He relaxed hsi grip on her breasts and with a little sigh, she sank to her knees in front of him. Her mouth slackened as she watched the long, curving pole twitch violently before her face.
"Oh Dale, you're like a fucking horse," she exclaimed, wrapping her fingers greedily around the bone-hard projection.
Susan pumped vigorously on it while she caressed the sac of his balls with her free hand. As her fingers dug harder into the resilient flesh a pearl of lust juice appeared on the red tip of the swollen head. He siezed her head in his palms.
"Suck it," he ordered hoarsely. "Mmmmm! You won't have to ask me to do that king-size!"
Scooting forward on her knees, she ran her palms slowly up the bulging columns of his hairy thighs. He watched her slide her tongue slowly over her full, pursed lips as she ran her fingers through the black crop of his pubic growth. She was taking her time, deliberately tantalizing him.
"Please... hurry," he hushed. His body shook as she leaned forward and slipped her gleaming lips over his tender cock crown. Her tongue laved him expertly as her lips tightened on the edge of his corona. He could hear her murmuring with satisfaction as his penis filled her mouth, swelling even larger in the warm, wet cavern Her technique was sensational, beyond the realm of even his wildest fantasies. If only his wife would do this to him!
Susan began sliding her mouth up and down the slick shaft, her lips making a little plopping sound as they went back and forth over the edge of his tender head. The tempo of her fellatio grew even more frantic, his swollen prod choking her little cries of excitement. Her fingers dug into his balls and their moans of delight mingled in the fevered air as she sucked and sucked and sucked...
He sensed the hot juice of release bubbling in his loins and in a corner of his fogged brain he decided to save his load for her cunt. Reluctantly, he pulled her bobbing head away with a gently tug. His cock gleamed with a thin coat of sperm and saliva as it jerked wildly before her glazed eyes.
"Can't take it, eh?" she grinned, licking her lips.
"Not if you want that fucking you asked for!"
"Goodie!" she squealed.
Hiking her skirt to her belly, she rolled back on the hard tile floor and eagerly stripped the yellow panties down her long legs, tossing them carelessly aside. Her pink, puffy pussy was framed with a luch, red bush.
"A natural redhead," Dale exclaimed.
"Mmmm-just get that red head of yours into me, lover," she cooed, scrubbing her thighs with her palms.
Dale had half a mind to return her oral favor as he eyed the delectable pussy, but the beating of his cock could no longer be ignored. He sank to his knees, eager to plunge himself into the inviting folds of her pulsing flesh.
Her tongue was flicking over her lips and her ass was squirming all over the hard floor as he nosed his rock hard penis against her soft, honey-dewed vulva. Suddenly, with a single viscious notion, he snapped it into her, plunging tis throbbing length deep into her moist fluttering channel. She howled with delight at the shock of it and a spasm of pleasure almost lifted her off the floor.
The searing heat of their genital contact turned them both into lust-starved animals. They rolled back on the floor, Susan's legs entwined about his thighs, her hands gripping her clenching buttocks, welding their their loins even tighter. Dale could feel the crisp mats of their pubic hair grinding entangled as he filled her with his heat and steel. "Ah! Ah! Ah!... Ohhh, yeahhh!" It was the first time he had fucked another woman since his marriage. Beside himself with lust, he pis toned into Susan with all the pent up fury of his many half-attempts and failures with such women.
She bucked and rolled like a bronco as he worked it into her, choking and cursing, srenching her hips roughly from side to side then around and around. Her ass bounced vigorously as she gorged herself on his cockflesh.
Their mutual guttural noises prevented them from hearing a muffled cry of release which emanated from a dark corner of the room.
There, hunched behind some cabinets, her panties as her knees, her fingers soaked with creamy come juice, Ginnie Rodgers watched their every move. She was beginning to enjoy this role of voyeur!
On impulse, she had dropped by the department offices, hoping to catch Dale Drake. She thought to ask him some questions of an artistic nature, and in the back of her mind she had really wanted to flirt a little too-though she hardly dared to think what it was she really wanted.
When she had seen the professor and Susan Warwick, whose reputation she knew well, heading hurriedly down the hallway, she sensed something was up. And when they stepped into the storage room and locked the door behind them, Ginnie guessed what it was.
It was easy for her to coax and charm one of the janitors into lending her a key. Her curiosity burning, she had slipped through a side door just as Susan was fishing Dale's big cock out of his pants. The beastlike intensity of their lovemaking had excited Ginnie tremendously and she had diddled her tittie to blissful fulfillment.
Now, as she watched Dale thrust that beautiful prick of his into Susan's squirming body, Ginnie knew that she wanted it for her very own pussy. She had seen the way he eyed her in class and had known she was making him hot and bothered, enjoying every minute of it. Before, she would have been satisfied with teasing and maybe he would have even made a pass. But now she wanted more.
She would have him, partly for the thrill of conquering an older man and partly because she could see he was an excellent, forceful lover-with a lovely, big prick to boot! Already she could see that he had taken her advice about loosening up. Soon, she guessed, he would admit to himself just how much he wanted her too-and do something about it.
Ginnie hitched up her panties, enjoying the feel of the snug, nylon crotch against her tender pussy. She stole a parting glimpse at the writhing bodies across the room and then tiptoes noiselessly toward the door. She didn't want to be caught this time. No, she would wait for the right moment for Dale Drake.
CHAPTER THREE
Rick Granger caught sight of the brightly painted panel truck while it was still several miles down the flat, hazy stretch of the Kansas highway. He lifted his thumb a little higher into the air as it approached and noticed it was veering slightly within its lane. When it was practically on top of him it slowed and pulled off the road, several yards behind. Relieved, Rick snatched up his backpack and trotted over to where it sat in a cloud of dust. A pretty girl with long, black hair thrust her head out the window.
"Where to?" she smiled, her eyes flashing.
"California?" he asked, returning her friendly smile.
"Well take you as far as Denver."
"Groovy," he said, "I'm a little sick of Kansas."
She pushed open the dented front door and slid out of the seat. Rick glimpsed a long-haired couple snuggled up at the wheel. They grinned and he grinned back.
"I'll have to open this back door for you," said the girl.
He followed her to the rear of the truck, taking the opportunity to appraise her charms. Lissome and long-legged, she was clad in a short, sexy frock and her firm breasts thrust daringly into the thin material.
"Make yourself cozy," she smiled, conscious of his appreciative eyes, "There's lots of room and we've got lots of time."
He caught the seeming invitation in her voice and, as he flung his gear to the back of the truck, he felt her eyes on his own body. He hopped into the truck and, as she shut the door, their gaze met for a moment. She was smiling, cooly, coyly, and Rick felt a pleasant twinge of anticipation.
"How long ya been waitin?" drawled the bushy headed driver.
"Nearly two hours," Rick answered, getting a closer look at the couple.
The driver had a friendly face with a sleepy look and his girl had frizzy, curly hair and, as she turned to beam a smile at him, he saw she had big, blue eyes. The dark haired girl climbed back into the front seat and they started off with a lurch.
The rear of the truck was fitted with a large, soft matress and Rick gratefully stretched out his tired, sunburned limbs. The truck reeked of marijuana.
Tall, lean and sandy-haired, with a deep tan, Rick Granger fell somewhere in that group of young Americans who are between the "straights' and the "hippies." His hair was of medium length and, though he occasionally smoked grass, he avoided the stronger stuff, having no desire to try it. Generally, he got along quite well with hippies, especially hippie chicks, and had found that long-hairs were the hitch-hiker's true friends of the road. He was occasionally leery though of getting caught in a drug bust. But the vibes today were good.
Super good, he thought, as the dark-haired girl flashed a smile at him from the front seat.
"Been on the road long?" she asked.
"Three days from New York," he replied.
"Not bad time, really-where exactly you headed in California?"
"Pompeyo College-heard of it?"
"Yeah," she said, perking up, "had a friend there last year. I hear some pretty wild stuff goes down there."
"Guess I'll find out soon enough. Feeling weary, he let the conversation go a that and laid his head against his canvas sac It seemed every time the name of Pompey came up words like "wild" came up with it. He smiled as he thought of Ginnie's promise to be faithful. He knew her too well to expect that she'd ever keep it-especially at a place which sounded as out and out swinging as Pompeyo. But he had hardly been a model of chastity himself in the few months since he had last seen her. Only yesterday there had been that crazy, bleached-blonde housewife.
She had stopped for him outside of a small Missouri town and told him she could drive him to the other end. Though he could have walked the distance easily, he hopped in. Though middle aged and somewhat run-down looking, she had a nice body and a lively gleam in her eye. Before too long, it became quite clear that she wanted what Rick had in his pants.
He had agreed to go to her house "for some coffee" and the car had hardly been parked in the garage, when she was all over him. Horny himself, he had obliged her right there in the front seat, slipping off her panties and slipping in his prick. She had been wet and ready and had shrieked with joy at the feel of his big dork. After that, they'd gone inside and he had socked her a few more wham-bang climaxes. She had fed him then and had eventually driven him outside of town as promised.
Such adventures, it seemed, were always coming his way in his travels. They made the tedious, often dangerous going, worthwhile and Rick always kept his eyes open for them.
He had dozed for an hour or so when a rustling in the matress aroused him. The dark haired girl was climbing over the back seat and as her legs parted he glimpsed the white nylon panties under her frock. She crawled across the matress and stretched out beside him.
"Sorry to wake you," she said, with warmth in her eyes, "but you looked so cozy back here, I thought I'd join you."
"Fine with me," Rick grinned, rubbing his eyes.
"Besides," she added, "three was getting to be a crowd up there. Take a look."
Rick straightened up and peered into the front seat. The curly haired girl had her old man's cock out of his pants and was lazily pumping up and down on it as he drove. Rick supressed the impulse to laugh and when he glanced back at his dark haired companion, she was grinning mischievously.
"See what I mean. They're always going at it like that."
"Does it bother you," he teased. "Hardly," she said. "Half the time I don't even notice it anymore. Say, care for a little wine and weed?"
"Sounds good," said Rick, not quite sure if he was ready for such a combination.
She reached over into the front seat, thrusting her cute ass in Rick's face and came up with a half-drained jug of Vin-Rose and a joint. As she settled back beside him, she snuggled up closer and at the feel of her pliant flesh against his, Rick felt his cock swelling in his pants.
They passed the joint between them, taking generous tokes at it, interspersed with slugs of the cheap, strong wine.
"Where you from," he asked her, fishing for conversation as the mellow effects of the dope began to spread through his system.
"Chicago," she said, indifferently, letting out a clod of smoke, "We were all living in a big house but the vibes got too uptight and Martha and Jake and I decided to split. By the way my name's Sherry."
"Mine's Rick."
"Get much action on the road, Rick?"
"Oh, every so often something happens to spice things up."
"Like today maybe?" she purred.
She snuggled closer, pressing her titties into his arm. The strong, sweet grass fumes mingled in Rick's head with the aroma of her body as Rick turned to look at her.
"Yeah," he smiled, "I think so."
His cock felt like it was trying to bore a hole through his pants as he reached out and touched her knee, running a testing hand lightly along her smooth leg. She sighed and sank a little deeper into the matress, letting her frock ride up to the tops of her creamy thighs so that Rick could see the inviting V of her panty crotch. He didn't need anymore of a go-signal than that.
He pulled her into his arms and caught her mouth in a warm, succulent kiss. Her body was ripe and yielding and she quivered against him as he wound his tongue in her mouth. "Ooooooh... Rick," she sighed. He stroked his hand along the slope of her thigh and her skin was hot and moist to his touch. She lolled back, splaying her thighs wider, giving him total access to her goodies.
He began to caress the crotch of her nylon panties, his fingers moulding the thin, silken material to the lips of her cunt. She squirmed on the mattress, shutting her eyes and rolling her head back.
"Mmmmmm, wet and wild," Rick murmured as he felt the moisture seeping through her panties.
Sherry reached her hand into his lap, making a joyful little sound in her throat as her fingers gauged the stone hardness of his prick under the rough denims. It throbbed with delight and she began to work the zipper down. She fished her hands into his cotton briefs and frenziely drew his big stinger out into view.
She sobbed with pleasure as she watched his mighty red horn jerk and bob through his pants front. The enormous, length wobbled stiffly as the blood throbbed up and down the gorged flesh. She brought her fingers to the hot length of it and Rick heard the sharp hiss of her breath as she began to fondle it. His belly rose instinctively, thrusting up to meet the tantalizing stroking of her fingers.
"What a beauty!" she cooed. "Such a monster!"
"Think you can handle it?"
"Yesss. All of it! Ooooh, I can't wait!" Her legs were yawning apart by this time and it was easy for Rick to life the panties away from her crotch. He began to caress her hairy cunt, his fingers moving up and down the lushy Hps, then shallowly between them. She whined and gasped breathlessly as he touched her thrusting clitoris. Her hips were grinding and the narrow slit between her legs was moist with desire.
Rick's big penis was aching in her fingers which wandered slowly up and down in it. He watched fascinated as she bent her mouth to the rich crimson point of his cock, wondering if her oral technique could surpass her manual technique. It did.
As if trying to escape, his prick jerked wildly in her fingers as the warm pressure of Sherry's lips closed around its crest. She tightened her grasp at the same time sucking hard on the crown-drawing its soft fleshiness against her tongue and gradually sliding her hand lower on his shaft to make room for her mouth.
Rick glanced at the couple inthe front seat in time to see Martha's head drop from view, obviously on its way to Jake's lap. A pair of glazed, smiling eyes greeted him from the rear view mirror and Rick had to stifle an impulse to laugh at the utter craziness of the whole situation.
Sherry, meanwhile, was going even lower on his prick, taking its stiff meat between her teeth, cramming the throbbing hom until he could feel it pulse furiously at the back of her throat. In time with the slow bouncing and rolling of the truck, she began to drive her head strongly and evenly up and down on him. Rick's cock slid in and out, fucking between her widly stretched hps and twitching fiercely to the accompaniment of his harsh gutteral breathing.
He couldn't take much more of it, though, and, when he felt the warning rumble deep in his balls he gently lifted her head away. He rolled her over and as he stared at her pretty pussy tightly held in the taut panties he decided he wanted a taste too.
He helped her work the frock over her head and her cute, round titties bounced free. They were the high-set, up-thrusting kind with large pebbly aureoles and pretty pink nipples, stiff with arousal. Rick couldn't help but lick his lips as he bent Sherry back on the matress. Her lithe, svelte, body writhing beneath him, nude but for the clinging panties, was a luscious sight, and he felt his head swimming with desire as he bent to kiss her pink-capped titties.
He nuzzled them gently with his lips, testing and tasting their silky smooth texture with tantalizing expertise.
"Oh, Rick, baby... ohhhhh!" she crooned, running her ringers through the tangled, sandy crop of his hair.
He seized a nipple in his lips, then, and held it there while he teased the tip with a rapid, yet feather light, diddling motion of his tongue. He turned his attentions to her other breast until that nipple too was rigid and tingling.
He worked his mouth lower on her body, kissing her soft, white belly as his hands slid along her soft sleek thighs, rubbing gently while she writhed in anticipation of his mouth on her cunt. His hands skidded up the backs of her thighs and gripped her bottom, billowy and springy-soft in the thin, clinging briefs. He petted her lovely ass all over, covering every inch of her panties, delighting in the exquisite, feminine feel of it.
Then, as his prick beat hard with excitement, still protruding through the front of his jeans, he hooked his fingers into the thin elastic band at the top of Sherry's panties and slowly drew the silky garment down her legs. He held tham at her ankles as she slipped her feet out of them and then let the flimsly garment drop beside her. She groaned as he gazed hungrily at her lovely cunt.
"Oooooh, baby... do it-hurry!"
Her triangular fur patch was thick and as raven black as the hair on her head. It formed a sensational contrast to the whitness of her skin in the untanned swath across her hips. Her cunt lips were puffed and pink and her clittie as firm and rigid as her nipples.
Rick gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and without further hesitation, he burrowed his face into her fragrant girl fur.
"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed as his tongue swabbed her pussy lips.
She arched her back off the matress, spasming with joy and spreading her thighs wider to his electrifying muff dive. He licked into the juicy folds, found her tense clit there and stimulated it with darting strokes of his tongue.
"Uuh! Oo! Mmmmmmmm!" she squealed, writhing gently and enhacing their mutual excitement.
Rick squeezed her ass a little harder as his tongue delved into her soft, moistening socket. He let his saliva drool to mingle with her oozing cunt syrup while he lapped at the rosy core of her cunt.
Sherry writhed and rolled voluptuosly, lifting her legs to his shoulders and clasping his head in a sift, fleshy vise. Rick was inundated with her warm, musky fragrance.
His tongue centered on her clit again as she bobbed spastically against him. He licked the hard little nub carefully-twirling it, bending it back and forth, lapping across it, tickling with deft, sibilant strokes. The flow of her cunt juices increased, filling Rick's flaring nostrils with her heady erotic scent.
His cock throbbed painfully in the aperture of his tight pants, but he decided to hang on and give her a good lip loving before he shoved it to her.
He laved her pussy lips again, fastening his own lips to her soft inner mouth and sucking gently as she twisted ardently in his hands, grinding against his hungry lips. He stroked his tongue in and out of the pouting hole and felt her spasm. He knew she was about to come.
He quickly seized the rigid nubbin of her clitty, sucking and twirling drawing it out. She tossed wildly against him but, between his hands and mouth, he had a firm enough hold to keep her in an excrutiating lust-lock.
"Oh... oh... oh... ohhhh," she keened.
He flicked his tongue furiously across her slit tip and suddenly, heaving and moaning, Sherry launched into her climax. Her hips jerked in a rapid fire tempo as Rick kept tonguing and lashing her clit. Her high pitched wail of release dwindled to a contented sighing and, satisfied that he had brought her off good and hard, he lifted himself away.
"Oh, Rick, baby-that was lovely," she sighed.
His hand touched on her discarded panties and he lifted the thin garment to his lips, wiping off the thick lather of saliva and come juice. They gasped and panted for their breath as Rick shucked off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, trying to steady himself on his knees as the truck rocked over a rough stretch of road.
His cock sprang free, super stiff and eager for the folds of a hot, tight pussy. Sherry's eyes were very glazed and grinning as Rick moved between her thighs.
"Oh yeah," she breathed. "Let's put that big hard fucker where it belongs."
"Comin' right up," he grinned.
He gripped his stiff member with his fingers and worked its fiery head up and down the trough of her pussy, rubbing its fiery head up and down the trough of her pussy, rubbing the sensitive, overcharged membranes and prodding her rigid clit. He centered the swelling tip at the portal to her inner depths.
' Oh, stick it-now, please!" she hissed, trembling all over.
He watched her face contort with greedy pleasure as he deliberately held it there, exerting only a gentle pressure against the moist pussy lips as she trembled impatiently, expectantly, arching her back, lifting her ass off the mattress.
"C'mon... " she groaned.
With a hard, expert thrust, he drove it into her. he squealed with pain-pleasure as it slowly sank all the way into her hot cavern, swelling even harder in the tight grip of her soft cunt walls.
Sherry's fingernails dug into the muscles of his back as they both went wild with unleashed passion. Rick wanted to give it to her slow and tantalizing as he had with his mouth, but the feel of her snug pussy and the writhing of her body against his own nakedness was so unbelievably good, he found it impossible to restrain himself.
Furious with lust and passion, he buried his organ in her raven haired pit of ecstasy. He throbbed and moaned as he worked his prick feverishly back and forth in and out, plungin again and again, each thrust sending incredible tremors of ecstasy from his prick through his body. He buried his mouth in her breast and sucked hungrily.
Rick heard her cry out with little shrieks of delight as she started to come again. Her small white teeth clamped painfully into his shoulder and her nails raked and clawed at his clenching buttocks.
He drove his organ feverishly, using all the leverage of his powerful thighs and knees and suddenly his loins exploded, boiling and spurting the white heat of his male fury deep into her womb. They shuddered and groaned in each other s ears as they fought past the crest of their mutual wave and quivered against each other until their bodies lay, spent and heaving in their lust lock.
"Wow " came a voice from the front of the truck. 'Farrrout!! Rick lifted his head from the turgid nipple he had been lazily sucking. It was Martha, her eyes wide with awe and a touch of reverence.
"That was fantastic," she breathed, "I mean-that was soooobeautiful. Oooh, Jake you should have seen it."
"Oh, I caught a little of the action," said Jake, his eyes twinkling in the rear view mirror.
"Wow," Martha went on. "And at fifty-five miles per hour... "
"Didn't even feel that," grinned Rick, rolling off Sherry's limp, heaving body.
He saw Martha's eyes widen as they looked over the long roll of his slack penis clearly. She was pretty turned on by what she had just seen and wasn't about to cool down. She turned to Jake.
"Hey, Jake, is it cool?" she asked.
"Sure, baby," he chuckled easily, "you know it is."
Suddenly, to Rick's surprise, she was climbing over her seat "Don't mind me," Jake told him, "we share everything here: rides; dope; bread and even-I should say especially-sex."
Martha was kneeling in front of him, her eyes aglow as Rick's mind slowly and somewhat incredulously grasped the situation.
"Lay back, baby," Martha purred. "It's Momma Martha's turn-and I'm gonna take good care of you."
The way she was greedily licking her lips told Rick just what she had in mind. He eyed her body for the first time and liked what he saw. Big, full breasts and shapely hips and ass tightly packed into a grey, faded pair of cutoff shorts. She was very, very fuckable.
He began to slowly massage his thighs, scrubbing the hard muscles with a smooth insistent motion of her palms. Warmth flowed back to his prick and he felt a gentle swelling. But it didn't harden yet.
"Like that?" she husked. 'Mmmmmm.' Her hand slid along the inner slope of his thigh and her fingers probed into his thick pubic thatch. Those fingers found the pendulous sac of his balls and lifted them, enjoying the weighty, man-sized feel of them.
"You really are hung nice," she whispered, probably not wishing to have Jake overhear. Such a groovy stud!"
Rick glanced at Sherry from the corner of his eye. He lay alongside, propped languidly on her elbow, watching the scene with rapt interest.
Martha's fingers settled suddenly on his half erect prick, still slick with a thin coat of sperm and pussy-juice. He saw the earnest, almost loving look in her eye as she commenced to gently fondle him.
The sensation began to build in his prick and it grew stronger in her hand. She bent over him and her curly hair fell delicately on his neck and chest, he began to kiss around, causing her hair to trail over his flesh. Rick shivered with delight, his blood throbbing anew with lust, his prick tall and solid in Martha's velvety grip.
He ran his hand into her abundant curls as she bit his nipples and teased his chest hairs with her teeth. He watched her pink tongue as it moved lower and dipped into the sensitive indentation of his navel and thrilled to the moist, fluttering caress.
Her sweetly torturing mouth moved along, down into the bush of coarse hairs at the base of his prick, her hair tickling the tip of his organ as her hand jacked up and down on it harder, faster, pumping and pumping until Rick began to writhe and twist from the rough, fiery pleasure of it. he could feel the full strength of his big joystick as she worked it like this and her excited breath escaped in little sighs.
Suddenly her hair was tossing and tumbling on his balls and her mouth came down over the crown of his cock in a swift, greedy motion. Her soft, sucking lips fastened onto the shaft just behind the corona and her tongue fluttered over the cocknead. Now she began to lap gently against the underside of the organ as she sucked.
Rick groaned, spreading his fingers through her hair. His prick twitched, its knob swelling to bunt against the roof of her mouth. She began to bob her head moving her lips up and down across his corona. Her tongue kept fluttering and sliding and Rick closed his eyes and surrendered once more to the delightful thrill of an expert cocksucking. These babes really knew how to give head!
Martha's sucking and licking grew in intensity becoming rough, almost violent. Rick bucked upward, ramming his rod into her throat. She made a gagging sound but kept up her furious motion, eating his prick ravenously. She was giting gently-chomping and scraping on the hard gristle as she continued to lick and suck. Sperm and saliva drooled out of her mouth and down his stalk to trickle through his hair.
She gasped and drove her mouth as far down as it would go on his turgid cock, as Rick growled fiercly and arched to thrust and buck. He fucked into her mouth for a few more seconds before he decided it was her pussy he should really be fucking.
He grasped her head pulling her away with a sudden jerk. He saw the wild, animal gleam in her eye as he pushed her back and knew that she wanted it rough. Well, she'd get it rough!
In a corner of his lust-dazed brain he heard Sherry's hiss of excitement as he roughly shoved Martha down onto the matress. He glanced at Sherry and saw she was sitting wide-eyed, her finger pumping in and out of her puss.
Rick enjoyed the idea of an audience and decided to play it up. He grasped the top of Martha's shorts and jerked open the zipper. He slid them off her kicking legs,Revealing a cute pair of bikini panties. He could see her inviting girl patch throgh the thin nylon and the sight inflamed him. He gripped the panties by the waistband and violently ripped them open as Martha moaned and shivered.
"Oh wow!" she murmured.
His enraged prick was jerking fiercly as he dropped between her spreading thighs and gazed at her lovely pussy. It was wet and ready and Rick didn't waste any time fucking into her. He took her with a single, quick thrust, driving his hot tool clean and hard into her pussy paradise. He watched her eyes roll and her face contort with pleasure as he began to work in and out, in and out... little flecks of foam appeared at the edge of her mouth.
A few hours later, Rick found himself at the wheel of the old truck, steering it along the noonday highway, while he tried to take in as much of the rear view action as possible.
Jake had taken his place on the matress and was avidly licking Sherry's puffy pussy while Martha sucked his large cock. Rick found his prick coming back to life as he watched the scene in the mirror. His earlier activity had only whetted his appetite and he was looking for a lot more back seat fun before they hit Denver.
For a moment, he thought of Ginnie and it occured to him that perhaps he should be saving some for her, but, as he watched Martha's hps slurp away at Jake's cock, he decided it probably wasn't possible anyway.
CHAPTER FOUR
Laura Drake sprawled back on the king-sized bed, thrilling to the feel of the silk sheets under her aroused body. She watched the well-built blonde haired man across the room as he undressed, her arousal mounting. She wondered for a moment if he was of Scandinavian descent and decided she would ask him-later.
Right now she was too interested in the powerful chest which was exposed as he stripped off his shirt. There was a thick, fleecy patch of blond hair running from his throat to his slacks top and Laura felt her nipples tingling with lust as she anticipated the feel of her breasts against his manly body. She was nude but for a pair of lacy, pink baby doll panties. Her clittie was stiff with excitement and the friction of the sheer nylong on the little nub was excrutiatingly pleasurable. It was all she could do to resist reaching down and diddling herself as she watched this golden stud undress.
He was undoing his slacks now and Laura sucked in her breath as he stepped out of them The protrusion in his blue silk boxer shorts was enormous!
Then, in an instant, the shorts were on the floor and he was striding towards her. Laura writhed voluptuously in the silk and nylon which enfolded her inflamed body, keening and whimpering, her eyes rooted disbelievingly on the huge red bolt of cockflesh which jutted from his gold fleeced loins. Oh shit, he was beautiful!
He knelt on the bed and gently parted Laura's thighs with his powerful hands as shiver after shiver passed through her. Gently, ever so gently, he nosed the red, flaring tip of his big, beautiful organ against the little jut of her clit and rubbed through the sheer, silky panty crotch. She almost passed out from the pleasure of it.
"Rrrrrrrring!"
The shrilling of the phone, seemingly in her ear, jarred Laura from her waking dream. Groping blindly, she turned in the blankets and reached for the bedside phone, realizing, as she did so, that her hand was wet with pussy juice. She somehow found her voice.
"H-hello."
"Hi-Laura?" came a familiar female voice, touched with a slight French accent. "It's me, Jean. I'm on my way to the city this morning and I thought I'd drop by to visit."
"Why... sure Jean," Laura answered, trying to cover her heavy breathing.
"Fine-see you in about an hour."
Laura held the phone for a few moments after the click of the receiver, until her breathing finally calmed. Her hand was trembling as she placed the receiver back on the phone. She sank back into her pillow, feeling a curious mixture of shame, frustration and excitement.
It was at least the third time that week she had awoken to such a dream, and the third time she had found her hands in her panties, her clittie hard and tingling. Just yesterday, half awake, she had continued diddling until she had brought herself to a sobbing climax.
She had thought then, after her self-reproach, that it would be the end of it, that she had simply needed to masturbate. She had put the dream out of her mind for the rest of the day.
But this morning was the same, frighteningly so. Just as intense, just as powerful. Laura could still, almost feel that blonde stud's huge prod beating at her... what was happening to her? Was she losing control over herself, as she had once before in her youth? Would it all happen again?
Her breasts were heaving in her thin nightie and Laura rolled over in the sheets, trying to get a grip on her anxieties, to gather her thoughs.
She told herself that being upset was foolishness-that she was a mature, refined woman, married to a wonderful man and involved in her own artistic career. Things like this could be analyzed, understood and dealt with dispassionately.
But something inside just wasn't listening. Something inside her, something treacherous, was alive and burning, eager to break loose. As if some part of her was straining for freedom-yet she dared not think what it was, she could only dread it.
It had been this way ever since Dale's transfer to Pompeyo. A certain element of weariness, or flatness, had always been on the edge of their relationship and now it threatened to engulf them completely. She had seen it first in her husband's sudden lack of interest in his painting, and she had developed a similar apathy to her own work.
Then there was their sexual life. There had always been the tension, the frustration, but then there had also been those nights and moments that made the conflict all worthwhile. Lately, there hadn't been any of those nights-no ardor, no real pleasure, and no fulfillment.
How many nights in the past few months had she needed Dale's body only to find him weary, his prick limp. And how many nights had she felt his own arousal when she herself was incapable of response.
And she had thought Pompeyo, California, the legendary West Coast, would have had just the opposite effect on their staid, Eastern souls. But the vibrant, hang-up free, youthful spirit they had encountered here had only made them feel more deeply the lifelessness of their own relationship, had seemed to paralyze them all the more.
No, no! Laura sat up, casting off the blankets, feeling herself on the verge of tears. It couldn't come to this, she wouldn't let it! Something radically different had to enter their lives, some spark, some vitality had to be somhow introduced.
She stood and walked to the closet mirror, cooly, almost detatchedly, examining her face and body in the full-length reflection. Her soft white skin normally had an ivory tone to it, but now the luster had turned to a kind of pallor and her coal dark eyes seeming hauntingly deeper, framed in the silken tumble of her black hair.
Her face showed few signs of middle age, and her body was in its full ripeness. Her firm, pouter pigwon breasts, her slim waist and flaring, seductive hips and her long lithe thighs and calves all belied a deep sensuality-a sensuality which she now felt as buried, perhaps lost. She turned away from the reflection, apalled at the contrast between the state of her body and spirit. She again fought the urge to sob, to let out the sadness, the emptiness which had invaded her life.
Wearily, she thought of Jean's impending visit. She decided on a bath, a lazy, luxurious half hour of hot, sudsy water and, as she began running the tap, her mind inevitably settled on Jean, comparing, contrasting.
Wife of the handsome, dynamic Andre Cruchon, a sculptor and one of Dale's fellow teachers at Pompeyo, Jean was not an artist herself, as was Laura, but she Ivied her life with a zest, a freedom, a passion that was an art itself. Laura envied her deeply-she was always animated, always on the move, always involved.
Laura doffed her nightie and stepped into the bath, gradually sinking into the soothing, enveloping heat. There was that rumor about the Cruchons which Laura had heard at a rather tipsy meeting of faculty wives. At first it had struck her as a vicious, horrible tale to be spreading. Then she had noticed the reaction of several other women to it-all were secretly, if not openly fascinated, and envious.
The story had it that the Cruchons were involved in an AC-DC triangle with another woman, possibly Susan Warwick, the sexy department secretary. Supposely, Andre serviced both Susan and his wife and then left them to lesbian love play.
Laura had been shocked at first, refusing to believe it. But then as her mind turned it over more and more, she began to grow fascinated herself, wondering just what it would be like... she had never mentioned it to Dale, for a reason she didn't quite understand. Could it be that in telling him, she would secretly be testing his own reaction?
She began soaping her body, enjoying the slick sudsiness on her soft skin. Her hands lifted to her breasts, gently tracing, kneading the smooth flesh. Her nippels tingled as she began to lather in a slow, rotating motion and her body slowly came to aroused life.
Laura's thoughts, now dreamy, now sensual, drifted back to a long repressed forbidden memory of her youth. To those days of awakening animal pasion, when the fever of her young adolescent body had, for a short, fantastic period burned away the restrictions and rears which had been ingrained in her staid, proper up bringing. As she recalled that first night of her sin, her awakening, her hand slowly moved down her tingling body to the immersed, dark thatch of her loins.
She had been sweet sixteen at the time and well developed for her age. Though her parents had laid down a strict moral code for her, Laura's curiosity in sexual matters was far stronger than her sense of guilt and she often experimented with her own body. On dates though, her experience had been limited to heavy petting and, ocassionally she would coax her date's cock out of his pants and favor him with a "hand job"-always deeply excited by what she saw and felt but always afraid to "go all the way."
That summer her parents had taken off with some friends for an upstate vacation and had left her with her aunt and uncle. Her cousin Ron was a tall, good looking youth, for whom Laura had always felt a secret crush.
One evening, when her aunt and uncle were out, Laura had passed by his room and, noticng the door was open a crack, had peeked in, perhaps hoping to catch a glimpse of him in the nude. What she saw proved far better than her expectations. He was sprawled out on his bed, completely naked, slowly masturbating his prick-a big, red giant of a thing. She could hardly believe the size of it and she knew immediately that she wanted it hard and thrusting in her virgin pussy.
She had been feeling particularly horny during her stay with her relatives partly because of the sultry summer weather, partly the presence of her handsome cousin and partly the awakening heat in her young loins. As she had watched the act of her cousin's masturbation, the fever had grown white hot, finally exploding. Unable to contain herself, she had burst into the room.
Ron had sat up instantly, flushed with embarassment and outrage. He couldn't seem to find any words. Laura did.
"Looks like fun," she said, trying her best to sound sexy.
"You little snoop... " he had sputtered.
"I'm more than a snoop," she had replied, daringly.
"Then just what did you come in here for?" he sneered, returning the dare.
Without a word, Laura had reached behind and unfastened her skirt, letting it fell in a heap at her ankles. She undid her blouse and let it fall too. She stood, then, silent, waitng, her alluring young body nude, save for a bra and a pair of blue lace baby-doll panties.
Her cousin groaned from his place on the bed, then stood up and slowly approached her, his penis swinging before him. She had stood trembling in her panties, unable to speak, yet feeling as if she wanted to scream, completely in the power of the animal desire which wracked her body.
"I want you," Ron had said, hoarsely.
"Do you know what to do?" Laura asked, voice quavering.
"Of course."
He had taken her in his arms then and Laura had melted, shuddering against his hard body. She nearly swooned as she felt the hard shaft of his manhood against her panties loins.
He had led her to the bed then, gently stripping off her underwear, gently mounting her, gently introducing his rock hard prick to the mouth of her puss. Gnelty, ever so gently, he had penetrated as Laura reeled with the searing pleasure-pain of defloration.
After that they had carried on whenever possible in the remaining weeks of her stay. Her cousin proved to be an adept and knowledgable lover and had introduced her to countless forms of delight.
When Laura returned to school that fall, her classmates seemed years behind her. She began to hand around with older boys-boys with cars and jobs, boys who drank and raced, boys who fucked.
For a while it had been wild and exciting and Laura had been on top of it all. Then one night she had been brutally raped in the rear seat of an old Chevy by three drunken toughs. They had left her lying, ravaged and bleeding by a fence, broken in spirit as well as body.
Out of a deep sense of shame and guilt, Laura had quietly returned to her role as a model student, returning to artwork. She grew shy and introverted, afraid of sex, afraid of men, afraid of herself.
She had gone on to college, only .then gradually re-awakening, re-opening herself. Her marriage to Dale had been,, at first, a glorious liberation from her past, from her home and from her fears and she had floated on a blissful cloud for the first few years. Only recently was the again thrown back on herself. Only recently had her body begun to demand of her, to urge and torture her as it had in those days of budding femininity.
Laura groaned, sliding to her neck in the warm, steamy water, as her finger worked over her clit in a rapid motion. Forgetting her thoughs, she gave herself over to the drowsy feeling of sensuality flowing through her body. Her head lapsed back on the edge of the tub, her mouth slack as her finger rotated faster and faster. The image of the blonde dream satyr returned, his beautiful body, his massive cock-her loins tensed, trembling on the verge...
"Laura?... Laurrrra!"
It was Jean-had an hour passed already? Laura swore softly and sat up in the tub-frustrated again. It seemed she couldn't even diddle herself to contentment any more.
"I'm in the tub, Jean-I'll be out in a minute."
She dried herself quickly, stepped into a fresh pair of panties and donned a housecoat. Jean was waiting in the kitchen.
"Well," beamed Laoura, "You're the early bird today."
"Not really, sleepy head," replied Jean, returning her smile, "Guess I just don't lead as active a night Me as the Drakes."
Laura winced inwardly-she knew how far that remark was from the truth. "Like some coffee?" she managed.
"Sure."
Jean was alluringly dressed in her typical combination of good taste and fashion. She wore a velvetine midi-skirt which enhanced rather than hid the svelte curves of her hips and legs. She was a beautiful, olive-skinned brunette with clear, green eyes. Her hair, normally shoulder length, was piled attractively on her head, revealing a slender, pretty neck. For a moment, a picture of this beauty entangled in a lesbian embrace with Susan Warwick entered Laura's mind. The picture gave her a deep, intriguing thrill and she quickly shut it out.
"Today's my day for errands," she was saying, "Just thought I'd drop by to see how the other half lives."
Her remark was teasing but Laura couldn't help but see a little truth in it Compared to the Cruchons, the Drakes really were in the "other half" of the Pompeyo scene.
"Doing much painting lately?" Jean asked.
"No... no, both Dale and I are sort of in an-uh, artistic rut at the moment," Laura said, making a feeble attempt at a smile.
"I wouldn't worry-Andre goes through that all the time. Usually with him, it's involved with some other part of his life that needs a change, like-" Jean cut herself, short, realizing just what the course of her conversation was implying for Laura. Both women were silent for a moment.
"Laura," Jean spoke up suddenly, "I'm sorry-I get the feeling that I'm putting my foot in my mouth every time I open it."
"No, Jean-it-it's me, I really am kind of dead this morning," she sighed, realizing how obvious her embarassment was.
"What is it dear," Jean asked, "Is it something with Dale. Please, I want you to feel you can confide in me-I think we know each other well enough."
Though Laura envied Jean, too often feeling the disparity in their lives, too often wondering about Jean's involvement in the alleged "triangle," she also liked her very much. Perhaps in this relaxed, refined, yet sensual woman, Laura saw a part of the self she wanted to be.
"Yes, I feel that way too, Jean," she said slowly.
' Well then tell me-if you can."
"Well... ever since we moved here, things between Dale and myself have been going downhill. It's like we've both sort of reached an impasse-like you say, it's time for some kind of change."
"What kind of change," asked Jean, hesitantly.
"Oh, nothing drastic certainly. We still love each other very much... it-it's just that lately we've both been so restless... we just aren't helping each other at all."
There was a long silence. Jean slowly sipped her coffee and then spoke up in a sympathetic yet firm voice.
"Laura, I think it's about time you swapped."
Stunned, not quite even sure she'd heard right, Laura stammered momentarily.
"Maybe you've heard," Jean went on, "But Andre and I have friends. Some couples in Pompeyo and some in Monterey. We're all swingers, we all enjoy it and nobody's hung up or ashamed about it. It's really as simple as that."
"H-how long have you... done it?"
"We've been swappers for less than a year, though some couples have been swinging for several. We don't do it that often-maybe once a month."
"I-I just don't know," said Laura, "It sounds so, so... "
"I know just how it sounds and believe me, my reaction was the same as yours. It's not an easy idea to accept. For Andre and I it came at a time when our relationship needed a jolt, a lift... In a way, you have to be desparate for that lift and at the same time love your husband very much. It takes a lot of faith. All I can say is that it worked for me-we've never been so happy together and we enjoy swapping more every time we try it."
\ I-I just don't know what to say, Jean."
Laura's mind was spinning, trying to grasp, to digest all she had heard. Jean suddenly stood up.
"I guess that's quite a dose of advice," she laughed, "Really, I'm not trying to sell you on anything."
She put her hand on Laura's shoulder and Laura looked into her clear, beautiful � eyes. They were sympathetic, sincere.
"I hadn't planned to tell you all that Laura, it just strikes me that you're in the same place I once was. You should give it a thought anyway."
She picked up her coat and bag. "But-must you leave already?" Laura asked, her head full of questions.
"Yes, I really must," Jean replied, heading for the door. She paused there and again turned to Laura.
"I'll give you a call sometime later this week-maybe we can talk about it more than. Just think it over and don't worry so much."
Jean smiled and a moment later was gone. Laura sat for a long time, her coffee untouched as she began to realized that she would have no rest until, until... oh, but it seemed so hard. It was only when she began to consider Andre Cruchon as a lover for the first time, that she could begin to be honest with herself. They had met only moments earlier and after the long months their reunion was charged with emotion. Rick had been amazed at the deeping and maturing of Ginnie's beauty. The California sun had transformed a sex girl into an incredibly sexy girl, from her tanned skin to the lengthy flow of her blonde hair.
For Ginnie, the embrace of Rick's strong arms, the press of his lean body and the tender, knowing feel of his lips on hers had awakened and evoked all the memories that were theirs alone. Though each had tasted a wide selection of partners in the time since they had parted, each now realized that there was only one person who possessed that special feeling.
Now, as they ran down the corridor to Ginnie's dormitory room, almost tripping in their excitement, their bodies were afire with the hunger that first kiss had awakened. They couldn't wait to hop into bed.
Slamming the door behind them and hardly thinking; to lock it, they tumbled onto Ginnie's bed, their bodies welding in a tight embrace, their mouth's locking greedily.
'Ooooooh, Rick... " Ginnie gasped as his mouth trailed hot kisses around her ear, along her throat.
His mouth came down onto hers again and her hps parted to let his tongue enter. It thrashed and probed wildly and her own tongue wound to meet it.
"Oh baby," Rick moaned, "It's been so long.
Ginnie thrilled at the feel of his hard prick through her mini and panties. She arched her back, mashing her burning titties against his chest. Rick's hand moved to cup a braless breast and his fingers crept lovingly around the full pliancy of it.
Ginnie shuddered and worked her own hand down between the tight mold of their bodies to grasp the hard rise of Rick's prick in his jeans. She thrilled to the iron hard, manly feel of him through the rough denims and ached for the feel of his nude body against hers.
Rick's hand moved from the full, wobbly rise of her tits and slid down her flat tummy. He gripped the hem of her mini and pulled it up... past the tops of the nylon stockings Ginnie had worn for extra sexiness, past the lacy leg bands of her pretty pink panties until he bunched it at her waist.
Rick drank in the female beauty revealed to him as Ginnie lay back to let him do as he pleased with her. Her bare creamy thighs gleamed at him from between the tightly drawn tops of her supp-hose and the white lace that lined the leg elastics of her panties which nipped gently into the soft flesh of her legs and tummy. His cock pulsed and his throat grew a little drier as he eyed the bare-beige sheen of her short welted stockings, the fine nylong tricot of her cute panties, clinging to the ripe curve of her cunt, letting the merest shadow of her female bush show through.
"Baby," he breathed, reverently, "If it's possible-you're more beautiful than ever."
With a sigh of pleasure, he bent his head and nuzzled his face against her panty clad tummy. He slid his palms up the backs of her thighs and gripped the rounded gourds of her bottom through her panties. He inhaled her perfume and glorious woman scent as he kissed her through the clinging, thin, sleek nylon. He worked his mouth down to her pussy and gently bit at it through the fabric.
He ran his tongue againstthe indentation of her pussy gash in the panties and gently teased the little prick of her clit through the nylon. Ginnie sang out with delight and lifted her hips from the bed, writhing her panty-clad loins in his face.
"Oh baby, take my panties off," she cooed in that sexy little voice Dale loved.
He obligingly slid his hands to her waist, gripped the thin elastic and slowly pulled the panties down. They peeled away from her tummy, then her mound, exposing the wispy, golden thatch of her fuzzy cunt hair. He pulled them farther and the soft, smooth nylon gave up its embrace of her cunt lips. It dragged along her thighs, over her stocking tops, down past her knees, along her calves, turning their pinkness inside out before they finally slipped past her toes.
Dale let the panties drop in a pink puddle on the floor and helped Ginnie, weak with passion, to move her quivering, nylon encased thighs apart.
"Oh, Rick... oh, do it!"
He propped up her knees a little and gazed at her luscious split which showed thin lines of pretty pinkness between the beige, puffy outer lips that bubbled with buttery curls.
He drove his face down between her thighs then, moulding his mouth to her cunt. Ginnie gave out a little strangled cry of pleasure as his eager tongue slid into her warm wealth of soft pussy flesh. His hands roamed along the sleek surfaces of her nyloned thighs and Ginnie sighed and closed her eyes. She spread her legs slightly farther and gave a small roll to her pelvis, rubbing her throbbing flesh firmer against Dale's demanding mouth.
She raised her buttocks as Dale reached under to grasp the shimmering globes with his shaking hands. Rick elevated her lower body as he bent his head to the delightfully succulent feast which Ginnie's pulsating slit offered to his mouth.
Ginnie had completely abandoned herself to Rick's torrid mouthing.
"Oh Rick, that's it... oh, darling... oh, baby... oh, eat me up... eat me up!"
Rick twisted his head in response, his tongue stabbing her moist, tasty cunt iips. Up and down, in and out, around and around he went. Finally he squarely fastened his mouth right in the center of her throbbing love nest, then shot his rasping tongue deep into her tunnel.
He gloried in the rich, warm juices which ran down out of Ginnie's vagina. His tongue reached as deeply into her as it could go, twisting, searching, probing, reaming her with his serpentine expertise. He withdrew his tongue and fastened his lips around her erect clitoris.
Ginnie squirmed and howled as Rick deftly played on her tense little bud with his tongue.
"Oh yessss!" she hissed, gripping his head with both hands and holding him there.
Rick pulled and sucked the trembling bud inside his oral cavity. Her body jumped as he pursed his hps and sucked it in and out, letting his tongue lave it with each stroke, twirling it about.
Ginnie groaned, arching her back, gripping Rick's head even tighter. She tossed her head back and cried out with shrieks of ecstasy as the quivering lightning white flashes signaled her orgasm and pulsated through her trembling body.
Rick stayed glued to her vagina as she bucked and heaved through her climax, then he lifted his head slowly away, licking her sweet honey from his lips as the come-down tremors shook through Ginnie's frame.
"Oh, darling... that was heavenly," she sighed.
Rick, meanwhile, was busy with the buttons of her blouse, swiftly undoing them. He helped Ginnie out of her blouse, thrilling at the sight of her lovely pink coned titties. He reached up and fondled; the naked breast flesh, feeling the nipples hot. and turgid in his palm.
He unfastened her skirt and stripped it off her legs but decided to leave her nylons on because of their slinky, sex-charged feel. Then he stripped off his own shirt and pants, hearing Ginnie's explosive sigh as he skinned off his shorts and his whopping joy-stick bobbed free.
He knelt between her thighs as Ginnie lifted a trembling hand to his hot stiffness. Her fingers wrapped around him timidly at first, exploring up and down, then eagerly squeezing, pumping, rejoicing in the feel of his rigid manhood. She gripped the swollen head, tenderly massaging it with her palm.
Rick shuddered at her manual ministrations and decided he couldn't wait any long to prick into her. He lowered his body to her and she lovingly rolled her smooth softness agaist him, breasts, belly, mound and thighs gripping him in a velvety groove.
"Oh Ginnie," he groaned.
"Oh... so long," Ginnie purred in his ear, "Please get that big thing into me... Hurry baby, I'm dying for it!"
Her fingers guided his eager prick and drew it to her slick, warm cove. It sank inch by inch into her frothy vagina as Ginnie gasped at the size and hardness of it. He quivered with delight at the feel of her snug, hot socket and looked down lovingly at her beautiful face as he began to stroke his prick in and out... driving, jumping, fucking in a grooving, steady tempo.
Her cunt spasmed around his prick, caressing the hard length of it with blissful little contractions. Ginnie began to come again. Suddenly and violently, gripping Rick's buttocks, driving him deeper into her, she quivered about his huge pistoning prick in a long sucking orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh... ohhhhhhh!"
Rick kept right on driving it into her as Ginnie hissed and spasmed through her goodie-burst. He slowed momentarily to a series of little movements, sinking his prick to the hilt and moving tne head around in a sort of teasing tickle until Ginnie began to move again. Her nyloned legs slid up against his thighs and she wrapped them around his buttocks, caressing him with the slinky, sheer fabric and firing his efforts. His buttocks began to rock in a slow rolling movement as his plunges gathered force.
He began to glide it into her with long, steady strokes, tilting her buttocks in his palms to give it to her from all angles... Ginnie hurled her pussy at him, slamming her belly against him as he bore in deeper, grinding and pumping. Her stockinged legs slid all over his back finally locking themselves at his buttocks.
Suddenly they were both there, coming ecstatically, twitching, moaning, gasping as he flooded her depths with his hot load. Ginnie shook with her third delerium, clawing his back, her legs threshing the air until, merged and spent, they sank limp against each other, contented, glad to be home again.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dale Drake stretched his arms lazily as he lay nude in the sheets of his king-sized bed. His eyes graveled across the room to where his wife's dress was draped neatly over a chair. He could hear Laura down the hallway preening herself in the bathroom and he recalled the sexy bounce of her cute bottom as she had left the room in her bra and panties a few moments earlier. His cock twinged and Dale felt an unusually strong surge of hist-unusually, strong for his wife at least.
There had been something in the air this evening from the moment Dale had stepped inside the door. Laura had been walking, talking and generally vibrating with a sexiness that had long been absent with the dreariness that had invaded their life of late. There had been a certain sultry verve in verything from her greeting kiss to her especially good dinner. Dale had almost forgotten she could be this way.
He sprawled his body lazily in the large expanse of the bed, allowing his cock to stiffen harder-reveling in the sensation of his own aroused maleness. Laura's undressing of a few moments previous had been effected with a deliberate and somewhat self-concious sensuality and Dale had found himself ogling her movements. Well, it was a good, hard screwing the lady needed, and he was more than ready to oblige.
He let his mind wander and, as they had several times earlier that day, his thoughts settled on the subject of swapping.
Yesterday afternoon he had been lunching in one of the faculty cafes with three of his fellow professors when the subject had been casually introduced. Dale had managed to conceal his initial surprise and listened silently as the three, all his age or loder, though all much more ingrained with the Pompeyo "scene." cooly and candidly discussed their views and experiences.
From the tone of their conversation, swapping was obviously a frequent topic, and from the content of their conversation, it was apparently a frequent activity as well. Though it was obvious to all that Dale was unversed in the swap scene, none of the three attempted to draw him into the conversation, to question his views, much less to give him the hard sell. It was as if they respected his abstinence and there was no in-crowd snobbery, all of which had made Dale that much more intrigued.
The conversation had been on his mind often since then. Some of the goings on had sounded pretty far out as well as some of the principals involved. Gradually he had begun to put himself in the picture and had begun thinking of somehow tactfully approaching the subject with Laura. But at that point he always told himself that he was getting a little too carried away. Laura wasn't ready for that, and in all likelihood neither was he. So, he put it off, though he couldn't quite put it out of his mind.
He heard the padding of Laura's feet and looked up to see the grand entrance he was expecting. She was attired in a filmy, canary yellow negligee with matching baby doll panties. The hem of the negligee cut across her belly revealing the inviting bulge of her pan tied puss between her shapely thighs. Her hair was piled attractively atop her head and her cheeks had a rosy, lusty flush. Dale's prick hardened almost instantly to a full erection that tented the covers.
"Wow, hon," he breathed.
Laura smiled and slipped under the covers, snuggling against him; their mouths met in a tentative kiss, crackling with lust current. Dale moved for a repeat of that, but Laura pulled away slightly.
"Darling?" she cooed.
"What is it, hon?" he asked sensing quickly that something was on her mind.
"There's been something I've been wanting to talk to you about."
"What's up?" Dale asked softly, looking into the deep brown eyes he knew so well.
"Well... Jean Cruchon stopped by yesterday and we were talking about our... our marriages when... well... Dale, did you know that the Cruchon's are... partner swappers?"
So that was it! The evening made sense now to Dale. He should have known that she was building up to something... but this?
"Not really," Dale replied calmly, "But I know that a lot of my other colleagues are."
"Well," she continued, "I was pretty shocked at first, but then Jean began to describe just how things were for them... and, well, when they first started swapping they were sort of... sort of in the same kind of rut we're in now... " Dale nodded slowly, taking it all in. It was hard to believe, but his wife was presenting him with a question he had hardly dared to ask her. That in itself was enough to resove the answer in his mind.
"The truth is, hon, I've been thinking about that very idea myself lately."
"Really?"
"Yes," said Dale, "Tough I hardly thought mlady would be so game."
Laura smiled, but her face suddenly grew serious.
"Well, that's just it," she said softly, running her fin gers over Dale's chest, "There are some aspects of it which... well, bother me."
"Listen," said Dale, pulling her against him, "We dan talk about it later... ther's more important things at hand."
Laura rolled her body willingly against her husband's as he seized her mouth in a sucking kiss. She quivered as the rigid tip of his prod rubbed and probed at the pantied juncture of her loins. She opened her legs and let his smooth prick slide between them, shivering at the feel of his hot hardness on her ssensitive flesh. She humped and hunched as Dale worked his prick back and forth against her steamy crotch.
There had been other things on Laura's mind that day, as well as swapping... she ran her hand down the flat, hard plane of her husbands belly and gripped the thick root of his shaft, nosing the tip deftly over the pantied nub of her clittie.
"Ooooh Dale," she gurgled, "I just love this prick of yours."
To his surprise, Laura whipped back the sheets from Dale's body and rolled away from him, exposing the long red shaft of his rigid penis, throbbing high and hard. Yes, Laura had decided that if she was really going to be a swinger, she had some things to brush up on...
"Just relax dear," she purred, lifting herself from alongside him.
Dale watched in disbelieving silence as Laura hovered over his body and, for the first time in their eight years of marriage, lowered her head to his prick.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time," she cooed.
Dale's expression of slack-mouthed amazement turned to one of bliss as his wife gently cupped his balls in her soft fingers. She was actually going to eat him!
He watched through stunned, glazed eyes as Laura's hand tilted his awesome tool so that the pink-purplish mushroom head pointed towards the pouting 'O' of her lips. Her pink tongue darted nervously between them occasionally licking over her mouth. Laura inhaled the musky, heady aroma of cock and if it wasn't particularly sweet to her delicate nostrils, it was exciting, stimulating...
Tentatively, timidly, Laura's tongue reached and touched the throbbing head of her husband's prick. Dale's hoarse growl of pleasure mingled with his wife's excited gurgle at the electric contact.
Emboldened, her dainty tongue began to move in swirling circles over the cherry tip as the salty flavor filled her mouth charging her with animal lust, driving her on. Her excited hand pumped up and down on the base of his swollen shaft as her tongue covered its entire head.
Laura was alive with a new kind of excitement. The feel of her husband's abundant maleness in her hands and at her mouth was driving her wild. Her pussy flared and throbbed with excitement, oozing and dribbling, tingling in the filmy nest of her panties. Her nipples ached as they thrust into the thin negligee. Wild with lust, she wooped down and with a single motion drove her husband's dork into her hungry mouth.
Her hps slid wetly over the crown of Dale's prick and hiw head was encompassed completely in the soft, moist cavern of her mouth. Then she began to suck,and suck, and suck.
"Ohhhbaby, Ohhh man!" Dale rasped.
Her tongue laved him in rapid deft circles over the tip of his organ, winding around the glans as her lips slid along the slick, smooth shaft of cockflesh, slurping, gurgling on this surfeit of maleness. Her touch was demanding yet soft, hungry, yet delt. She swallowed her saliva which was richly mixed with male juices.
She brought her hand once more to the hairy sac of her husband's balls and felt his body arch as she lifted and gently squeezed the balls. The first prick she grabbed would be the first into her pussy.
She felt Dianne's fingers working at her bra catch. She blushed and shuddered as she felt two pairs of male eyes awaiting the unveiling of her twin beauties. Her excitement was strongly augmented by the feel of another girl's hands on her body, something new to Ginnie.
Dianne undid the catch and slipped the bra straps off Ginnie's shoulders and the blonde sucked in her breath as her hard-tipped titties sprang free and bare. To her surprise and deep, secret delight, Dianne slipped her hands under Ginnie's arms and reached up to cup her breasts, holding them out.
"Mmmmmmm," Dianne laughed, "Who'll be the lucky winner of these beauties?"
Ginnie's senses were floating on a sultry cloud of grass, booze and desire, and the feel of another female's soft hands on her tittie treasures was a new and deeply thrilling sensastion. A soft sigh escaped her throat and Ginnie heard Dianne chuckle behind her as she slowly, tantalizingly moved her hands down to the waistband of the bonde's panties. She gave them a little snap.
"I'll leave this to your beau,'.' she whispered.
Ginnie shuddered again, growing embarassed at this daring play. Dianne sensed her impatience and bent to pick up Ginnie's bra. She gently placed the cups of the bra over Ginnie's eyes as the blonde stole a last glance at the bulging male prizes she would be choosing from. Then Dianne fastened the bra securely behind her head-a cute, effective blindfold.
Ginnie waited in darkness as Dianne, obviously well experienced at these trysts, conducted the show.
"Okay boys." she said.
Ginnie heard two pairs of shorts sliding down two pairs of legs. She tried to envision the lovely big hard-ons which must be soaring into view. From the little cooing sound Dianne was making, they were no doubt fully and gloriously erect.
"Well, Ginnie, go ahead," giggled Dianne. "As they used to say on my favorite TV show, "Pluck your magic twanger."
Ginnie heard the men laughing as Dianne took her by the shoulders and gently spun her around in a few slow circles, then gave her a push in the right direction. Somewhat dizzily, her hands stretched before her, her heart pounding with excitement, Ginnie moved forward on wobbly legs.
"That's it," Dianne called encouragingly.
There was an interval of tension which Ginnie, in her blindness sensed all the more acutely, as her hands groped before her. For a few long moments she grasped only thin air and then, with a jolting suddeness, her hand closed over the smooth rigid sylinder of a thickly swollen cock. It was John's.
She could tell; where Rick's was long and sturdy, it lacked the thickness of the massive prod which beat in her hand. She could barely get her fingers around it. She shivered from her panties to her toes as cries of excitement and relief greeted her find.
"You couldn't have made a better choice," John said as Dianne unfastened the bra from Ginnie's head.
"Oh!... " Ginnie gasped, as she suddenly found herself looking into the Indian's dark, smiling eyes.
"It's really a far-out way to choose your partner isn't it?" Dianne bubbled.
"Oh, it was hard there for a minute," giggled Ginnie.
"Well, it hasn't grown any softer," said John.
They all laughed as Ginnie blushingly realized she was still gripping the Indian's big lust lever. She glanced down at it, and the angry immensity of it brought back the memory of the savage pleasure she had received from it once before.
She looked over at Rick, prick at stiff attention, eyes rooted hungrily on Dianne who was cooly stripping off her bra. Though she and Rick had reached a quick and hassle-free agreement about partner swapping, Ginnie couldn't help but feel some embarassment about the situation. Her unease was somewhat alleviated though by Rick's obvious lack of uptightness and his obvious interest in Dianne.
She noticed he wasn't slow to catch on to this game! Well, as long as everyone was happy, what the hell!
John's big, hand moved down between Ginnie's thighs and crawled up between them, daringly claiming her tingly cunt. Ginnie writhed and hunched, squeezing harder on the hot lance in her hands. Her bikini panty was thin, a diaphanous layer of slinky nylon on her tender twat. John lovingly cupped her pussy curve and Ginnie trembled.
"Feels like a hot one, blondie," he whispered.
The words sent a shiver through her. Her uptightness was quickly dissolving. She'd wanted this beg red stud all along. That first screwing-practically a rape-had been something else and she was looking forward to mpre.
"You're making it hot, honey," Ginnie hissed boldly.
Her hand traveled the length of his quivering rod, drawing a low rumble from his thick chest. Oooooh, such a groovy big one! If he gets into me, I'll just about go out of my mind! she thought.
"Such a beautiful, wild, big prick!" she marvelled aloud.
"Why don't we get those panties off and put it where it belongs, honey" he said, his voice trembling with a husky edge of barely restrained lust.
As John led her over to the nearest bed, her own, Ginnie glanced over to see Rick and Dianne locked in a scorching kiss, their bodies locked hotly. Ginnie could see that Dianne was getting all kinds of groovy thrills from that hard prick that Ginnie knew so well. Rick was riding it smoothly against the brunette honey's straining snatch.
Ginnie sprawled back on the bed, bumping and grinding her pan tied snatch in the Indian's face. She felt herself melting inside as she eyed the deliciously long prick which hung cantflevered below his flat belly as he knelt over her. She reached out and closed her fingers around his shaft with trembly eagerness.
"You like that, don't you, " he husked into her ear, kissing her hotly on the neck.
"I like what this big beauty of a fuck stick can do," Ginnie replied, feeling a sloppy, careless wantoness running over her. "Get it up in there quick, lover!"
"With a fuckable little puss like yours, honey, I gotta take my time," the Indian teased.
"You didn't take much fucking time last time!"
"Looks like I'll just have to make up for it then, won't I?"
He palmed her pan tied puss bulge and Ginnie shivered deliciously. Fast or slow, rough or gentle, he had a touch with her that turned her to jelly. She had to admit, he surpassed Rick. What a hunk! What a cock!
His fingers grew more insistent in their rhythmic caress and more hot joy juice dribbled from Binnie's cunny into her panty crotch. Oooh, she hoped he'd take her little dainties off soon! "Oooohh, Johnnnn... " she cooed, her inhibitions flying out the window, "This little chickie's got an itchy pussy. She wants to be licked and sucked! Yessss... I want that handsome tongue of yours up between my thighs... " John chuckled lewdly as her wild words taunted him. He lifted her torso in his powerful hands, breathless at the taut magnificence of her breasts and smooth flesh. He decided to work his way down to the promised land.
He opened his mouth and sucked her jewel of a ruby-red nipple, completely absorbing it and the hardened aureola aurrounding the enticing cap of the heavy, yet firm and pointed one of satiny loveliness.
Ginnie gasped as he began to nibble and suck; he could hear her breathe quickly and excitedly through her nostrils. He moved his hips between her thighs and nudged his prick up against her pantied crotch, rubbing the throbbing prong fervently against her pubic mound, letting her legs fall limply on either side of him.
"Oh John... oh over, yes!" she whined. "Suck it... oh suck my titties... oh, oh, yes!" for a few long, exquisitely torturous moments he buried his face in the smothering resilience of the soft, perfumed mounds. Finally, when he could no longer breathe, he pulled his head away and moved his lips down to her navel. Ginnie writhed in a delirium of anticipation, running her fingers through the Indian's long, raven black hair.
His fingers crept to the waistband of her panties.
"Seems like we're getting psychedelic in our choice of underwear these days." he breathed, admiring the tight fit of her brightly colored panties. Ginnie was too gone for any words of reply.
He hooked his fingers into the briefs and drew them down over her full, rounded hips and buttocks. He stroked her naked, quivering ass cheeks beneath his searching hands, while Ginnie lifted her legs up to facilitate panty removal. He slipped the sheer garment down the full, white columns of her thighs, finally kicking them off and climbing over her once more.
He explored the crevice of her lovely bottom with expert hands, spreading apart the smooth fleshy globes and tenderly fingering the tight, puckered hole of her anus. Ginnie choked and gurgled passionately into his face. Her tongue sprouted from her mouth and he seized at if with his, molding her hps in a hungry kiss.
John reveled in the voluptuous abundance of her femininity. She was all woman, soft, warm and silken to the touch.
He slid his hands down over the soft, velvety moons of flesh and let them cup the provocative overhang of silken loveliness, one venturing through the downish nest of hair until it came to the moist slit between her legs?; he parted the pubic tangle and opened it delicately with his fingertips, then slowly inserted a middle finger.
"Oh, John... oh, baby... that's so groovy," she keened, spasming with pleasure.
She opened her legs wide to facilitate his access to her clitoris. He teased and taunted the fleshy bud, erect and tender under his knowing fingertips.
"Oh... oh, don't stop!"
"Stop! I've only just begun."
The Indian drew back for a moment to admire and appraise the luscious beauty which lay at his complete disposal. He loved blondes and Ginnie had an especially beautiful little blonde pussy.
The honeyed, silken down covering the fleshy lips of her mature, pink cunt was a lovely sight, his aching cock beat extra hard as he drank it in. He had a powerful urge to bury it in her to the steaming hilt, but he restrained the urge, determined to drink her beauty to the fullest.
"Such a tender, lovely little puss... " he murmured as he lowered his head.
His palms, gentle and adroit, parted and rubbed the soft, warm flesh of her quivering inner thighs. The hands moved upwards and suddenly his thumbs were slowly parting the curls of her blonde pubic hair and spreading them open to him. Ginnie shook as the cool air danced on her moist, sensitive inner flesh.
John's lustful eyes riveted on the delicious, glistening coral fissure he had tenderly laid open to him within the enframing, silken blonde hair so sparsely covering the edges of her flushed vaginal lips. He moistened his hps, his mouth watering as he eyed the erect little bud at the apex of her cunt lips, palpitating vibrantly.
Shivering deliciously as she felt the hot wisps of his breath graze the sensitive, secret flesh down between her legs, Ginnie made an impassioned groan as suddenly, she felt his long, hot tongue lick hotly up through her exposed pussy hps, its moisture blending with her own. Uncontrollably, she slipped down toward him on the bed, moaning and pulling with her hands at the sides of his head, pulling him tightly into her lustfully hungering cunt. Oh Lord! It was sheer ecstasy!
"Oh, oh... oooooh!" she wailed.
The masterful Indian licked and sucked, fastening his lips around her burning clit as she began to writhe and squirm her hips in spasmodic and wanton undulation. Ginnie felt as if her pussy was suddenly flowering open to him, and for John, the perfumed female scent which filled his nostrils served to spur the intensity of his attack. She smelled of pleasing, aromatic soap and the satiny skin of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle, moving embrace was like soft, sweet scented velvet. Ginnie mewed her contentment as the Indian feasted to his fill...
Across the room, Rick Granger shot a quick glance at the couple on the bed. He quelled his sudden natural impluse to jealousy as he watched the Indian's head bob rhthmically between his girl's thighs. Such feelings weren't in the spirit of things, and besides, there were better things to occupy his gaze with.
Dianne lay sprawled beneath him on the thick woven rug which lay in the center of the room She was undulating her pantied hips into the carpet and the motion stretched the sheer fabric over the bulging lips of her pussy, outlining them invitingly. Her firm titties juggled on her chest with her movements, their pink tips quivering in an irresistable call to lust. Dianne gazed up at the rampant prick which jutted magnificently into the air above her, cleaving it in mean, snapping strokes, she pursed her hps and stretched out her arms.
"C'mon handsome," she cooed, "I've waited long enough for this."
Rick had too. He'd liked the way she had been snapping her cute little butt at him from the first time he'd met her. He knew it was she who was behind this whole affair.
He sank to his knees between her thighs, eyeing the irresistable juncture of her panties. He bent his head and pressed his mouth hard against the silken bulge. Dianne cursed and gurgled, clawing at his shoulders. So-she was a wild one! Rick liked that.
As much as he would have liked to follow the Indian's example, Rick decided to dispense with the preliminaries.
"Eat me, hon," Dianne pleaded, as if reading his thoughts."
"Mmmmm," he said, "Maybe later. Right now you're gonna get the big one-hard and fast!"
His tense prick throbbed so hard he thought it might explode as he reached down and shoved her panties to her knees with a single, swift motion.
"Oh," she gasped, as her curly, black and puffy pink pussy treasures were exposed.
His prick ached to bury itself and he lowered his body to hers without further hesitation. Her soft, yet firm curves came alive under his manly weight and Rick thrilled to the feel of her hot titties against his chest.
Dianne raised her legs suddenly, the panties slipping to her ankles. She could not spread her legs very far, so she drew her feet up close under her ass to give her pretty cunt maximum exposure. Her eyes were tightly closed as her searching hand reached to grasp his hardened prick.
Rick groaned and he sensed her breath catching in her throat as she genly guided the smooth, rubbery head to the moist, hair fringed mouth of her pussy. Rick could feel the damp fleshy warmth nibbling hungrily like a second mouth at the swollen pulsing tip. That did it.
"Oh, please," she quailed,"... now!"
"Hold on then," he gasped, "___here it comes!"
He plunged into her, reaming his cock with a force he seemed unable to control, the warm, moist, velvety sleeve of her cuntal flesh gripping Ins shaft in a long, smooth hold that caused him to groan loudly, while she whimpered and shook with the unexpected shock.
"Ooohhhhh... Auugghhh___unh, unh, unh___unhhhh!" cried Dianne as Rick began to fill her with quick, furious thrusts into her desperately needing but unprepared vagina___rhythmic thrusts which slowed and lengthened___easing,___enjoying - stuffing her tight, yielding cunt to greater aid greater depths.
"Keep it up," she begged in a hoarse whisper, "C'mon, shove it up-up-up-get it up! There! Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
The silky band of parity, stretched between her ankles, formed a cozy nest for Rick's bails and upper thighs as he pis toned his penis between her tegs. The slinky friction had a slow, steady, kindling effect on Ids strokes until, at last, she felt his smooth spongy tip stab at her innermost depths and his balls grind hard into the soft, sensitive crevice between the widespread cheeks of hex upraised buttocks.
Dianne's wailing cries of release mingled with ximilMT groans from across the room. Good timing! thought Rick as he let his aching prod explode into her soft ay^ning loins. Good timing!!
CHAPTER SIX
Ginnie had been waiting quietly, demurely and when Professor Drake stepped into the classroom on Monday morning she was ready. As his smiling eyes swept over the class in greeting, Ginnie calmly parted her thighs, letting the hem of her short shift slide neatly to her waist, nicely exposing a strand of bright red panty bulge. The torrid torreador was baiting the bull... and quite deliberately this time.
From her position in the front corner of the room, Ginnie's charms were unobstructed in their exposure and she felt a slight fluttering of nervous excitement as the handsome instructor's gaze finally fell on her. She set her face in a serene, yet sultry expression, as if to tell him that she knew exactly what she was doing.
To her surprise, Dale Drake did not flinch away from her eyes or sexy charms as he usually did. This time his eyes settled unblinkingly, appreciatively on her exposed crotch, giving Ginnie a charge of delight. His smile had hardly changed and when his eyes lifted to meet hers there was a clear, knowing light in them which pierced her scheming little soul to the quick. She supressed a shiver. So-it looked like two were ready to play the game today. Perhaps, thought Ginnie, it would be easier than she had imagined...
Turning his attention to the class (Ginnie wondered how many students had caught the subtle interplay) Drake went into some preparatory remarks for the day's class. They would be doing life model drawing and the model, a student, would be showing up shortly. He began explaining details of the assignment and, at that point, Ginnie stopped listening. Her thoughts instead drew back to the scene of a few days ago-the aftermath of her first dorm orgy. After the first round of fucking that evening, they had traded partners and fucked some more. Then, after a short rest, they had resumed fucking their original partner until they had fucked, sucked and spent themselves into an exhausted stupor. Ginnie's second time with John had been super groovy-she was really beginning to groove on his big bronze prong.' So strong, stiff and steady! John would fuck and fuck until he had given Ginnie five or six rapid fire climaxes-then he would shoot off himself, viscous and violent, the force of it spinning Ginnie off into orbit. Oh wow...
From what she had seen of Rick that day, he had been getting into some pretty uninhibited stuff with Dianne (causing Ginnie to wonder just what kind of experiences he had had in their months apart.) Dianne had been absolutely giddy with prick-glee and Ginnie guessed she hadn't had so much cunt fun in ages.
She had watched Dianne beg Rick for a suck (John had been eating her own hair pie at the time) and Ginnie had seen the light in the brunette's eyes as her boyfriend's big, slippery plunger slid into her mouth. Ginnie giggled, laughing partly at her own twinge of possessive jealousy. Rick still knew how to make 'em beg for it!
There had been added voyeuristic thrills after John had given her his second fuck. Finishing before Rick and Dianne, they had lain back; and watched the other couple work out. Rick had been humping it to her dog style, grinding his nuts into Dianne's tender little ass as she squealed like a stuck piglet. Ginnie had thrilled to the sight of her "old man's prick sliding in and out of another pussy. It was slick and shiny with froth as he skewered it in long, upthrusting cunt slide-giving Ginnie and John a real eyeful.
Dianne had flipped her cookies real quick with that kind of action. She had hpwled and shivered, as the tide of her throbby passion convulsed her body uncontrollably. She had looked almost funny, her face distorted, her mouth slobbering, her pelvis jerking wildly, her arms giving out as Rick held her up by the hips and kept it coming-kept it coming-and coming-he flashed; Ginnie a playful leer. Oooh, she thought, dog style was definitely right up her alley-they'd have to try it real soon!
So it had gone until after an hour's languishing and cat napping, they had regrouped on the rug, relaxed, thoroughly sated. They had smoked a little more pot and their conversation had floated aimlessly back and forth, lazily for a while until Ginnie had suddenly hit on it... the idea...
They had been talking about swapping among students, which had led naturally to talk about the professors and their rumored respective, not so respectable, sex lives. Ginnie had flushed suddenly... the idea. It seemed so natural, so obvious, and so completely possible to her. Yet the others had seemed doubtful, skeptical.
If, Ginnie proposed, so many of the students and so many of the faculty engaged in partner swapping, why couldn't the two groups get it together-close the generation gap with some righteous fucking. All agreed that the idea was definitely groovy-but perhaps a .little too far out.
"It's understood that everybody around here does their own thing-students and faculty alike," said Dianne, But the one thing that keep it all going is that... well, we sort of leave each other alone. You can't let them know that you know-if you dig what I mean. It's just not cool."
It occured to Ginnie then that the problem lay in the fact that few of them were on close enough terms with their professors. In light of that Dianne was certainly right. But at that moment, Ginnie also realized why, in the back of her mind, one factor made the whole thing plausible-Dale Drake...
She knew then that it was up to her. There was really no way yet she could convince the rest of them, even herself for that matter, so she let the idea drop-but, in the mean-time, she was determined to get things rolling on her own.
All that she had learned about Dale Drake, from her own little game with him and from what she had seen in the storage room that day, led her to believe that her scheme could indeed be worked out... But first she'd have to do a little working out of her own.
So quietly, to herself, she had made up her mind. The idea grew into a plan: taget-Dale Drake. And Ginnie was sure of herself...
... The professor had finished his brief spiel, adn the class began industriously setting up their easels. Ginnie watched Drake, her panties tingling and when the professor glanced her way, her knees parted obligingly. She smiled this time, coyly, and Drake met her smile with a grin of his own. His eyes again flashed boldly, directly into hers. Ginnie couldn't control a shiver this time, nor a slight blush and, when this prompted a broader grin from Drake. Ginnie began to wonder just who was the cat and who was the mouse...
One thing Dale Drake had learned lately about the cute co-eds of Pompeyo was that they weren't all as subtle as they fancied themselves. Since his tryist with Susan of a few weeks ago, a tryst which had since been twice repeated in the comfort of her apartment, Dale had been opening his eyes to a lot of things. Ginnie Rodgers was one of them.
With most chicks, he realized, flirting with the professor was a typical female ego trip. But with Ginnie it was something else again-with her, he guessed it was as much id as ego. And, when he walked into the classroom on Monday, that bright red panty snatch, that flaring, daring exposure verified his guess. She'd shown him enough of her panties that semester to have made him decide he would rather see them down around her ankles. He resolved he would___by the week's end at the latest___After all, there was his own ego trip to keep going____ Play it cool and direct, he had told himself, the chicks on tins scene were basically no damned different from those of any other he'd known. They were simply a little more perceptive of bullshit, a met, Dale decided, which could be used to his own advantage.
He handled the class that morning with half an eye on Ginnie. There was something bold, and very deliberate about her little panty play this morning and, in a short time, he was guessing mat Ginnie was playing for keeps. He would keep watching then, keep waiting.
He smiled to himself as he thought of his embarrassed, ineffectual bumbling of weeks past. Lately that had all been changing His rapport with the students had suddenly opened up to a whale new gnmihu^ friendly, relaxed. They came up to turn now more often, seeking ideas, inspiration, encouragement. And more often than not he got the same from them.
Other things had been hfT""i"g He had begun painting again and his work was fresh, vital to him. His fellow faculty members had grown increasingly open to him, mrindmg him in their personal as well as professional conversations. And Laura, beautiful Laura, had suddenly become a warmer, sexier woman, opening herself up in a new and exciting way. Their dream of swapping, now a wmtn"l one, suddenly seemed within reach. He was beginning to learn. For the first time in long, painful months he felt he was really "in" on the Pompeyo scene.
And, as a result of aU this, he had finally begun to tune himself in to the sexy vibrations of Pompeyo's co-eds. Susan had taught him a lot on that score. So Ginnie's panty bait bad been all the go-signal he needed. It was time for the student to start practicing his knowledge____ The classmodel finally made his appearance, a tall, dark haired youth with a muscular build. In the back of the room, he stripped down to a pair of swim trunks, revealing his bronzed mnsrles to the excited eyes of the girls. At Dale's direction, the youth took a seat and a pose at the center of the room and the class garnered their easels around him and began drawing.
As with every class, Dale made the rounds, *"Hring to each student, making criticisms, HHP hlimfw Today, though, he was careful to choose his route-Ginnie laying at the end of it____ Naturally, the girl's drawings reflected a much higher degree of interest in the subject. Their renderings showed a much higher degree of imagination and vitality than those of their male classmates. Ginnie was no exception. By the time Dale got to her, her drawing was nearly completed. Dale noticed immediately the one area on which she seemed to be spending most of her time-the youth's loins, naturally. Dale grinned at the sight of the much belabored, much erased area of her easel and Ginnie caught the direction of his gaze. She flushed as he came up to her and Dale sensed immediately that he had the upper hand.
"That's not bad, Ginnie. Your sense of shape force has improved quite a bit," he said, keeping things academic for the moment. Ginnie was a fairly talented artist, though generally somewhat lazy.
"I-I seem to be having a little trouble with one area though as you can see, professor."
She looked at him with wide, innocent green eyes. She'd sacrificed a little of her coyness, but he guessed she was still leading him on. He eyed the thrust of her sharp titties in thethin frock and the projection of her smooth, tanned thighs from under its short hem. Dammit! she was sexy! How he'd love to get between those thighs and fuck her long, lissome body... she set off a burning deep in his guts, ahrd in his loins... His throat had gone dry and he cleared it, regaining his grip on himself.
"Well," he said, "I guess we all have our little artistic hangups, Ginnie."
He realized instantly that he had quite possibly over-reached himself-blown his hand. But Ginnie's quick reply told him that she wasn't fencing-she was following, quite ready to go along with his lead.
"Yes, professor," she replied, supressing a giggle, "But this one's not exactly hung little."
He laughed aloud and, as she joined him, he sensed the depth of her excitement. Her eyes flashed at him with a lively dancing gleam, daring, inviting... He kept it going...
"Well," he said, lowering his voice lest other students should tune in, "However it's hung, there's no need to inflate the thing out of proportion."
They chorused again in laughter, mutually titillated. Ginnie's representation of the youth's crotch bulge was indeed exagerated.
"Yes," Ginnie smiled coyly, "I guess you might say it's a bit of an... uh, artistic preocupation with me. But I prefer my models to be completely in the flesh-I have less problems then at it's much easier for me to relate to my work."
"I see," he said softly, eyeing her drawing, fully aware of her expectant eyes on him, "Well, perhaps we could discuss some of your artistic-problems further, this afternoon-after classes perhaps."
"Oh, professor-" she said, "I've been wanting to-" He met her eyes then and saw the simple, knowing affirmation there. Yes, they were saying. The game was pretty much over now and they both knew the score...
"You know my office hours... "
"Sure____"
"See you then... "
"Groovy, Professor... " Dale secured the motel room door behind him, then turned to face the luscious blonde who stood at the room's center.
"I've waited long enough for this Miss Hot-panties," he husked.
"Me too, Dale," Ginnie whispered, her eyes tilting with desire.
His arms came around her, his heart pounding wildly as her soft curves melted against him. He kissed her hungrily, winding his tongue salaciously into her mouth.
"Oh Golly... " she moaned, as their mouth's parted. "Oh do it to me... "
"Mmmm... " he replied, "Every way I know... " She hummed throatily as she hung tightly to him, her full breasts digging into his chest while his hands smoothed down over her back to cup her lush ovaled buttocks, pulling her tightly against his pelvis. Ginnie felt the bulge of his rigid penis, swelling and pressuring into her soft abdomen. Her excited brain was reeling around and around as her tongue swirled wantonly in her mouth. It was finally happening.
"Oh Holy shit!" she panted. "I can feel that big harcHcock of yours"
"Just wait till you see it honey," Dale breathed.
"Oh, Dale-oh, but I have-"
"You-you-have?"
In her wantoness, in the total grip of her lust fever it came bubbling out of her-Yes, she wanted to reveal everything, to degrade herself before this handsomt jphisticated man-To tell him, yes, she had seen his long, lovely penis and yes, she had coveted every inch of it, sitting in his class for all those weeks, her panties itching, burning, her cooze oozing only for that prick of his-that, yes, yes she was a whore and a slut and that she wanted to suck and fuck and suck and fuck and fuck and fuck and FUCK!!
"In-in the storage room-with the secretary-I saw you-I saw you fuck her," she confessed, her face flushed with passion, with shame.
"Why you-but how-" Dale caught himself on the verge of outrage. A smile replaced his expression of consternation. He laughed into her eyes then, reaching his hands down between her thighs and fingering her pussy through her sheer panty crotch. Ginnie nearly passed out from the sudden shivery shock of it.
"Oooh" she purred," Oooh-and I saw that nice long prick of yours to-ohh-"
"You hot little slut," he hissed, an amused edge to his voice, "You're fucking hotter than I even imagined-well, we'll see if I can't handle you!"
He grabbed her as her knees were about to buckle from his cunt tickling. He sank onto the motel room bed and pulled her on top of him, revelling in. the knowledge that this luscious body which for so long had taunted him, goaded him was now so completely at his disposal-finally, his-to do with as he pleased.
Ginnie lay upon him, wiggling her hips hungrily, kissing him hungrily, teasing her moist tongue into his mouth while she moaned and keened. There was something about sex with this man which took her far beyond any sensation she had ever had with Rick, John or any of their many other young studs who had fitted their cocks in her pussy.
Shit, Dale was thinking, as the blonde writhed atop him, what in the hell had he latched on to? A fucking nymphomaniac! She was really turning on!
His hands lifted the hem of her skirt and claimed her springy buttocks, quivering in her panties, finding them warm and fleshy beneath the silky nylon. Ginnie responded by spreading her legs over his so she could hunch her tingling loins against the rampant rod of flesh in his pants, trembling frantically atop him.
He felt the hollowed out curve of her thigh junction rocking furiously against the bulge of his swollen erection. He pressed his fingers into the crease between her pantied ass cheeks, pushing the material into the delightful cleft as she wriggled uncontrollably, gyrating the two lovely mounds erotically beneath his hands.
He turned her over on her side, returning his mouth to her eager lips, which he had sampled earlier, receiving a hot tongue-fluttering reception. He coasted his hand across the lovely mounds of he breasts, soft and bare beneath the frock. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, she trembled wildly.
He unzipped the frock from the back and pulled it down, groaning as the pink tipped cones of delight spilled quivering into view. He squeezed a beautiful handful of tit-flesh, molding, fondling as the tit peaks erected deliciously in his palm. Her tongue lashed her appreciation in his mouth, her lush hps smearing against him-Wow!, she loved it!
Ginnie slid a soft, velvety thigh over his, her hips pushing against his loins in an abandoned coital thrust. She shuddered lustily and he heard a deep, hungry moan in her throat. Her tongue drove deep in his mouth; her arms tightened. Dale sensed her urgency.
"How about a little panty fun, honey," he whispered.
"Oh, yes... do it!"
She rolled on her back and spread her legs, her frock now bunched uselessly between her breasts and lins. She arched her pussy up at Dale who leered hungrily at the delectable bulge straining through the sheer red fabric. He could see the jutting tip of her excited clit.
His hand slid up her thigh, teasingly, gauging the heat of her smooth flesh. Then his fingers boldly claimed the prize of her pantied puss bulge. He fingered her once more through the slick nylon as Ginnie ground her all into the bed. His finger found the groove of her vulva through the sheer fabric and Ginnie convulsed wildly when his fingertips suddenly began their play on her clit.
That little prick of hers was something else!, Dale thought as he rubbed through her panties. Ginnie was throwing her hips around in utter abandonment and Dale knew her fun-gun was ready to go off at any moment With a rapid friction, he honed her clit tip through the dewey fabric; and suddenly she was lurching and quailing with trembly ecstasy.
Dale's cock almost tore out of Ins pants as he felt the sweet, generous come shivers of her panty pleasure.
"Obh honey!" she cried, "Ohhh wow!"
She moaned and heaved fietcly while her body shook in long, shuddering spasms She jiggled and panted for long seconds.
"Man, you come quick, baby," Dale grinned as she sighed rapturously.
"Oh, there's lots more where that came from,** she breathed.
"Too know it, baby!** He decided to get her naked quickly and lifted the frock up her body. She lifted off the bed as he pulled it over her head, tearing only the sheer red briefs! She was a pretty picture lying there like that and Date drank her in; long blonde hair, toasted, fanned out on the blanket; sensual green eyes and mouth; weak and watery with lusting, wanting more; the slim delicate neck; the high set, lovely titties, their tips firm and pulsing; the slim waist and lovely soft belly, the panty-girded hips flaring in a luscious heart; shape, the inviting bulge of her pussy throbbing visibly beneath the sheer nylon; the long, smooth thighs and slender tapering valves-she seemed infinitely desirable____ He hooked his hands in her panty waistband, eager to do away with the piece de resistance.
"Wait, honey,** she said, "What about you?"
He paused, realizing he was still fully clothed-so completely had he lost hfrngrif in her delightful body.
Take your pants off, honey," she urged him, "Let's see that big prick of yours!"
He stripped off his shirt quickly then stood up beside the bed to step out of bis slacks. His prick was rampant, bulging massively, ominously in his jockey shorts as he stripped off his shoes and socks, carefully, teasingly, folding his slacks.
Ginnie sucked in her breath as he lifted his hands to the waistband of his shorts. He snapped the elastic against his belly.
"Sure you're ready now?** he joked.
"Oh please___,** she groaned. "I can't wait!"
He slid the shorts down his hips and his big prick shot into sight. Ginnie shuddered, her pussy twitching in her panties. What a beautiful shaft! Oh Wow!-eight dick inches of hard, snaking cockflesh, deliciously knobbed with long, thick veins bulging to the root.
Her eyes widened longingly, her brain dizzy as he knelt between her legs, beautifully lean and tanned, a lewd grin spread over his; handsome features as he took in her reaction. Her eyes travelled down his flat, muscular torso to the swollen penis standing out from the dense hair crop of his loins-His proud, lascivious grin broadened and his hand began to tauntingly stroke the smooth length, sliding the taut skin back and forth as the lust inflated head mushroomed with every lusty beat, his balls swaying gently between his strong, hairy thighs.
"Oh Shit... oh Dale," she choked, the words barely audible in her throat as she gazed spellbound at his wonderful endowments.
He rolled atop her, his prick cleaving up; between her thighs riding against her panty crotch as she hissed with the searing shcok of it.
"Fuck it into me, hon," she begged, "Don't keep me waiting any longer."
She rubbed her pantied belly against his knob, it,left a trail of prick juice on the red fabric. He cupped the cute juicy tips, teasing the smalL stiff nipples.
"Take* my panties off, Dale," she whispered excitingly.
"Yeah... yeah____"said Dale.
He peeled the sheer fabric down over her wide hips, stripping them off her long, gleaming thighs.
"Mmmm lovely," he murmured, as her pussy was bared.
The blonde fluffed delta delicacy, pink and puffy, pearly dewey with come juice was a luscious sight indeed. He knew he would taste it fully before they left this room-but right now his prick was too horny for it to be delayed...
He moved between her thighs and Ginnie arched her loins eagerly at his throbbing cockhead. It settled gently on her honey frailed cunt hps and a little gurgle of delight broke in her throat. He nestled, nudged and thrust...
"Ohhhh____" The long, hot slippery stroke of his slick shaft into her shivery softness rifted Ginnie's body nearly off the bed.
"Oh my____!"
Dale drew it out slowly, tantalizingly as he watched her writhe beneath him, her mouth forming a soundless scream her eyes rolling, with the ridge of his cockhead barely within the soft kiss of her cunt hps. Then he snapped it bone hard, piston quick as she shrieked with glee.
"Auugghh... " she cried, "Oh do it, do it, do it!"
"Tell me hon," he proddedm easing his prick back outwards, "Do what?"
"Fuck me-fast, hard-pleease, fuck me, Dale!"
He began his stroking in a sinuous rhythmic motion as she began to writhe and buck beneath him agressively. He liked the velvety, moist grip of her snug pussy, liked the way it squeezed and snapped at him with each loving stroke. He liked the way her firm titties rolled against his chest, the way her svelte thighs wound about his... liked everything about her luscious fuckable body, this delicious, esquisite young piece of nookie...
Her cunt began a hungry muscular squeezing along the full length of his plunging rod, her hard little nipples burrowing into his chest, her warm belly slapping, grinding against his while those thighs clamped and released at his hips as he worked his penis in and out of her juicy, streaming twat.
"Oh, baby-darling, oh yesss-like that," she murmured.
Her lovely blonde head began to toss from side to side as his aching cock soared up into her. Her hands, raking at his shoulders grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers, kissing his lips, sucking and nibbling at his tongue while her lower lips gripped and swabbed his driving cock.
She keened her satisfaction as he wedged his hands beneath her body to grip the soft round spheres of her ass cheeks and pulled her loins up tighter to him, fucking into her pinioned softness with as new unleashed fury. The viscious smacking of his heavy balls against her anus and the smooth dampening crevice between her buttocks mingled with the insistent squeak, squeak, squeak of the mattress.
Dale plunged harder and deeper, screwing his pelvis tighter into her soft loins, grinding the squirming flaccid flesh unmercifully. Then, surprisingly, she began to arch her hips up at him with equal fury, meeting his lunges with sudden upthrusts of her own, her eyes glazed passionately as she raised them both inches off the bed in cadence with her incessant moans beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his waist, working up and down in an obscene rhythm she could no longer seem to control.
Furiously, he hammered into her, hauling her tighter and tighter against his pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs, causing the moist, clasping hole of her cunt to blossom open even further in reception to the deep tunneling of his pistoning penis.
"Oh, oh... oh Dale. I'm almost there," she cried "Harder, harder... oh... " She jammed her nibbling vagina tightly up against the thundering pulsating rod of flesh and Dale sensed the moment was at hand. He'd held back long enough-he was ready to let go...
The hot stream had already begin to charge forth thelength of his prick, his throbbing balls pumping spasmodically. He, she both felt it tense and then explode, the blood inflated head expanding and contracting, squirting and spurting his thick, hot load of sperm like a jet of scalding cream against the walls of her frantically clasping vagina.
Ginnie screamed and wailed as he lifted her with him into, soaring, rocketing ecstasy. Bang! Bang! Bang! His cock pounded again and again, the hot semen racing the length of his rod, squirting far up into her quivering belly. It jerked and spewed in unending delight inside her while she ground her delicious crotch insanely against its buried depths, convulsing, spasming around him in complete and utter fulfillment...
"Golly," Dale murmured later, "That was something else. For a girl in her twenties... " He let the sentence go unfinished as he realized there was little correlation between age and response-It was probably himself, he supposed. The last time he had fucked a chick her age was in his own college days and then again, few of those girls were as sexually advanced as those of this generation.
"I'm not especially different from most girls my age though," said Ginnie, drowsily, as if reading his thoughts.
Dale leaned alongside her on the motel room bed, looking down on the magnificent length of her nudity. A tiny stream of semen and goodie juice dribbled from the golden delta of her loins. Gosh, but that was a sweet pussy. In a little while, he knew, he'd be ready for more...
"No-I don't suppose you are, all that much," he said, "But you really do turn on."
"Well, that's what it's all about isn't it," she smiled up at him.
She suddenly seemed to gain interest in the conversation, propping herself up on her elbow to face Dale, her deep blue eyes smiling provocatively into his.
"Tell me about yourself, Professor," she said, "How do you turn on? Ever tried pot?"
"Well," he hedged," I suppose a good drink does for me what grass does for you."
"Oh shit," she giggled, "Don't be such a square about it-ainyone knows that line is just bullshit."
"Yes," he admitted, "I suppose I would be curious to try it at one time or another-but I wouldn't make a vocation out of it as some people your age do."
"Oh really, -man!" Ginnie said, somewhat exasperated. "There you go with that "your age-my age" crap. I've told you before, Dale Drake, that's -the wrong way to think around Pompeyo.
"Yes," he admitted again, "And I suppose I've found you to be right."
"Say," she said, suddenly, "What about your wife anyway-you are married, I take it. Does she swing out as much as you?"
Dale blushed, not quite sure how to handle her question.
"No-I don't suppose either of us really swing. We-we____"
"In other words it's just that aid fidelity crap. You both cheat on each other and then don't telr-you just go around feeling guilty."
"Laura doesn't cheat on me."
"Ah-ha___how do you know?" Ginnie probed.
"I know because... ,she-she just doesn't have it in her."
"Male chauvinist!" Ginnie accused, laughingly. "Listen, Mr. Professor, every woman has it in her-it's biological if nothing else. Some just hate to keep it down more than others. And, as far as I can see, it's too bad when they do."
"Don't tell me you're a women's libber," Dale groaned.
"No, I'm not," she replied quickly, "And don't avoid the subject with that kind of bullshit. I simply think people should be free in their sexuality-not afraid of it, as too many women are."
That's ture, but Laura-"
"But nothing," she cut him short "You don't hesitate to cheat on her, yet, you expect her to be a good little housewife, which she probably is. Well, just what kind of shitty deal is that?"
"Listen, Ginnie," Dale replied, heating up, "I'm afraid you haven't quite got the whole story."
"Okay, okay... " she in tempted. "Sorry-that's not what I'm getting at AD I wanted to ask was, why don't you two swing together instead of sneaking off on the side?"
"You mean-swapping?"
"Yes... you must have heard by now. Most of the faculty around here is into it.".
"Yes, I've heard aU right, and I've thought about it too," he admitted, though with a trace of uncertainty. "The fact is that we may be trying it very soon, this weekend perhaps... "
"WeU, weU," said Ginnie, a curious smile lighting her face. "My apologies, professor. I must admit, you do learn rather quickly."
"WeU," Dale grinnned, "as you've told me in various ways, a good teacher never stops being a student."
"I must say," she murmured, reaching out to fondle his flaccid prick, "you certainly taught me a few things this afternoon."
Her stroking fingers soon resurrected his penis to a full erection.
"By the way," she cooed, "I really don't mind if you cheat on your wife."
"Why you little hypocrite," he grinned.
She flashed him a smile, tinted with her wicked hungry young sexuality. The pink bud of her tongue darted provocatively between the dainty white rows of her teeth. Dale sighed in joyful anticipation as her blonde head descended to his bobbing red shaft.
"Groovy," he said...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Of course, Laura Drake had always assumed that her husband never cheated on her. So, as she slid into the sports car of the suave stranger, she had met only moments earlier, she was fighting conflicging feelings of loyalty. But it was already too late, she was too far gone-she wanted it this way! Her heart was fluttering with forbidden excitement, which perversely, her sense of guilt and shame only intensified.
She glanced at his darkly handsome, clean shaven face; it was aglow with triumph and expectation. She shivered as he gunned the engine with a loud lusty roar. There was something slick, wolfish, even common about him, his clothes, his manner, his touch which repelled and excited her at the same time. Perhaps it was the way his curling hair sprouted from the open collar of his shirt, perhaps the tightness of his flared pants that made her say yes... yes, she wanted to see, to feel his maleness, course or brutish as it may be... his penis, hard and hairy, burning its fould lust in her moist, aching softness.
He turned to her, his steely blue eyes confident almost leering.
"You place or mine?"
Those words, his look, his eyes set off a churning mixture of desire, fear, confusion and long buried longing. At last it was actually happening.
"It'll have to be yours, I'm afraid... "
"Don't be," he smiled.
With a lurch the car pulled away from the curve. It roared and weaved through the crowded boulevards of the city as Laura's heart pounded furiously.
It had all happened so quickly. She had been shopping in a gay, even sexy, spring mood and, for the first time in months, she had enjoyed the many appreciative stares of passing males. Stopping in an outdoor cafe for a small lunch, she had been daydreaming, thinking on and off about her and Dale's upcoming swap bash with the Cruchon's when the sharply dressed stranger was suddenly beside her asking to sit with her.
It had been so easy to say yes. To say yes after all those years. To acknowledge the half recognized want for some experience out of the listless, ordinary course of her marriage, the want for illicit, secret sex, shameful, evil, degrading... yes, it was the animal quality about him which had spoken to her first. His dark good looks and robust physique were almost too good and there was nothing particularly attractive in his conversation, his personality. No, she had hardly really looked at him at all... her, he was simply a means an instrument... it hardly mattered if he thought, felt, even existed... he was, very simply, that magnetic, forbidden figure of her dreams, her naughty, secret fantasies.
Oh, she hoped he had a lovely big prick... her pussy was throbbing in her panties as she shifted her ass in the bucket seat... yes, she was dying for it now... a big hard pussy plunger... oh shit, would she lose control completely?
"Married?"
"Why-wiry yes," she replied, snapping out of her reverie. She had surprised herself, admitting it so freely.
"Thought so."
"Why?" she demanded, a bit annoyed at his smugness, "What makes you say that?"
"Just a certain way married women have-sort of, well... a little uptight at first. It's not your first time, like this, is it?"
"No," she lied, "Certainly not."
His car slowed suddenly, pulling over in front of a rather average, if not dinghy looking apartment building.
"Well, here's my digs," he said, shutting off the engine, "Not much from the outside as you can see."
He came around to open Laura's door, smiling at her again with that semi-leer. Yes, he was definitely disgusting in his manner... but then it was not his manner in which she was interested.
She followed him up a fight of stairs to his apartment Inside it was messy, unkempt, even smelly-but it was a bachelor's den, with an aura of liberty of casual license-a perfect setting for her sin. He locked the door, turning to him.
"Don't say it-I know," he grinned. "It's not exactly the Hiltonl" He helped her with her coat, tossing it casually onto a nearby chair. Laura felt a part of her freeze as his arm wound suddenly around her waist.
"You're quite a dish," he breathed.
Laura felt her knees weakening as suddenly his mouth was on hers, kissing her strongly, his tongue rough, invading. His body hard and powerful, mashed against the softness of her abdomen and breasts and Laura"* quivered to her toes as she felt the urgent lump of his rock hard prick through her dress and panties.
His hand mauled roughly at her breasts, her brain a lust haze as her nipples stiffened in the fabric of her bra. Suddenly his hand pulled away and moved between their bodies, but it was not on her. As if from a distance, she heard the sharp hiss of a zipper, felt him fumbling.
"Look!" he rasped, "Go ahead, Miss Fancy pants, take a look!"
She saw it then, thick, enormously long, angling out from his pants like a quivering lance, it's head flaring angry crimson. He was an animal! A brute... !
"Oh... oh shit... " she stammered, dizzy with desire and terror. "Oh my heavens... "
"You really want it don't you... " he hissed, "You want to fuck, you love to fuck!"
"Oh shit... " she moaned, the lewd word a jarring shock to her exhilharated senses.
"Don't you baby-say it! Fuck! Fuck and Suck!"
She realized instantly there there were things she could do with him that she could never do with Dale, never do with Andre Cruchon, or any other man for whom she must maintain a facade of respectability.
He wants me to suck him, she thought-Oh, shit-yes! I want to... in my mouth... yes... to suck his prick... that word; prick, cock, penis... oh fuck, I want to... to suck his big red cock... un-until he squirts out his... his come... into my mouth, my throat... and then to fuck... yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
"Say it!" he demanded, seizing her limp wrist, guiding it suddenly to the gorged, swollen shaft. Her brain was reeling with the fierce pitch of her fever heat as her fingers made sudden contact with his hot, hard maleness.
"Oh yes... yes... yes...!" she heard herself say, practically shout, "To fuck, yes... yes... that's what I want... "
"And suck?"
"Yes... oh... oh Lord-yes!"
A little strangled groan escaped her throat as her fingers dug into the hard resiliency of his penis. He was chuckling with smug satisfaction. Suddenly, roughly, he forced her to her knees on the rug before him, before the inflamed cock which swung from his gaping fly like some huge oak.
"Come on then," he ordered, "Suck it! Hurry!"
Oh, the devil! The beast! The filthy, dirty animal!
"Come on," he persisted, growing impatient with her hesitancy, almost angry, "We didn't come up here to look at the wall paper... this is what you want-here, I'll make it easier... " He unbuckled his belt and jerked his pants and shorts to his knees. His prick jerked free, cleaving the air in quick, vicious strokes. His thick, pendulous balls were framed by a dense crop of black pubic hair, completely covering his lower abdoment and upper thighs... like a beast, a bear, a satyr.
He grasped her by the head, then, pulling her forward from behind her ears... the swollen crown of his cock mushrooming before her, a pearl , of sperm oozing from the open eye... She thought for a moment she would faint at the sight, the strong masculine odor.
He jerked her forward again, and, in a corner of her dazed mind she heard him demanding, cursing... the tip of his blood gorged penis brushed across her chin and at that instant she knew this would not be like it was with Dale... this would be bestial, degrading, but far far more thrilling!
She opened her mouth, tentatively to feel it press against her teeth as her hands sought the hard columns of his hairy thighs for support. Ovaling her hps, she absorbed just the head, tasting its maleness salty and pungent, and she ran her tongue around the smooth rubbery glans, aware of the warm throb of it inside her mouth and against her hps. She was so enthralled, so excited that for an instant, she felt a strong sense of unreality, as if this was not really happening to her.
Almost hypnotically she lifted one hand to the long and hardened scepter, the other to caress the soft weighty sac of his testicles as she savored the pungency and aroma of him.
She heard his groan of pleasure.
"Start sucking... damn it! You've got it in your mouth now... start sucking, bitch!"
She ran her tongue tip over the pulsing penis head in her mouth, swirling it around and around, feeling the velvet smooth skin of it. She began to push her tongue tip into the tiny orifice of his tip slit, probing, tantalizing and she was gratified by his deep throated moan.
Suddenly involuntarily, he shoved his prick forward jamming it into her mouth and throat with his lust hardened cock flesh. The shock of it nearly choked her, But Laura fought back the sensation and hollowed her lips around his shaft in a little sucking motion while she used her tongue deftly, excitingly, licking up and down the sensitive underside of the huge, throbbing spear which so completely filled her mouth. Yes, she was really beginning to learn, as well as enjoy, the fine art of cock-sucking, of prick-hcking.
His hips began to rock slightly and his cock began to slide wetly in and out of her oral cavern making it a substitute for a cunt. Laura like that.
She squeezed his testicles a little harder in her fingers as she rolled her lips in to cover her teeth, moving her head in time with his strokes, sliding her ovaled suctioning lips up and down, the rigid, pulsing pole of his penis, up and down, in and out... suck, suck... suck... !
"Oh shit... oh shit," she heard him rasp. "That's so fuckin' good! Keep it up... keep sucking baby!"
Laura had long since lost control, her head was bobbing wildly, oblivious to everything but the hard, hot oral sensation this brutish male possessed. Her pussy was a swamp, her cooze oozing freely in her panties as she went wild with lust.
The jerking thrusts of his torso became longer, more frantic until Laura could no longer keep up with his rhythm-she simply held her head in one place, her nostrils flaring, sperm and saliva and dribbling from her chin to the heaving bosom of her dress as he ground his steaming penis in and out of her mouth.
Her lips caressed him, keeping a constant squeezing pressure about the hardened shaft as it sawed in and out. She heard him gasping, groaning. His cock seemed suddenly to expand, the mushroom tip dilate in her throat. His body stiffened; he was going to come!
"Unh... unh... unh... unnnn nnhhhhhh!"
Laura braced herself as the massive prick burst in her mouth, jetting violent streams of thick, hot semen into her throat, gagging her, choking her, forcing her to swallow it as fast as it streamed into her mouth.
With one final plunge, she shoved his prick to the hilt in her mouth, his hairy balls forcing against her nose, almost suffocating her. She grasped his thighs then, pushing back until only the bulbous jerking head remained in her mouth and she sucked and savored and swallowed the full load of his syrupy sperm until the pulsing pump of his cock was stilled and limp...
Laura woke to the far away sound of heavy snoring, her mind fuzzy, addled. As her vision cleared, she recognized the nude sleeping figure beside her on the dirty sheets and as his odor filled her delicated nostrils a wave of shame and guilt convulsed her.
She staggered off the bed, groping on the floor for her panties, her dress, her shoes. She looked at the clock; it was late in the afternoon. Dale would be home soon.
She cast a last glance back at the sleeping form and a wave of revulsion filled her. Shit, she'd never even asked his name!
She ran from the apartment on weak legs, sick with disgust and self-incrimination, her mind effectively shutting out the memory of the overpowering pleasure she had experienced in her few hours in that dirty apartment... no... no... it hadn't been her... no...
"I wonder if Laura has ever cheated on Dale?" mused Andre Cruchon as he steered his car through the tree lined avenues of suburban Pompeyo.
"I doubt it," replied his wife, Jean, fussing with her mahogany hair in the sunvisor mirror. "What makes you ask?"
"Well, you know how it is with some couples, the first time, especially women. They can be, well, difficult with all the anxieties, second thoughts and the like."
"Don't worry, Andre," Jean said, in a somewhat blase tone. "You know just how to handle that kind of thing by now."
Perhaps her tone of indifference was to cover for the fact that his words Had struck a rather sensitive spot in her memory. Her own first time swapping had been like that-fearful, anxious and she hadn't enjoyed it very much at all. She knew he was right about Laura. Whether or not she had ever gotten it on the sly, there would be the inhibitions, the hang-ups to deal with. Well, if anyone could get past them, it was Andre. Jean was rather proud of the fact that her husband was such an excellent lover. After all, lots of women had told her as much.
Tonight was the night Jean was surprised at how quickly the Drake's had made their decision about swapping. Perhaps her words with Laura that day had some effect, but she guessed it was more than that.
Jean felt a special tingling of anticipation about the Drakes, her panties had been itchy all day. She hadn't been this eager for swapping in quite a while, as lately some of their encounters had been rather disappointing. Jean had only met Dale Drake a few times and had found him possessed of a stimulating magnetism, a kind which particularly attracted her. And Laura... Jean found the dark-haired beauty most impressive... maybe later there would be the right time for that... but not tonight.
Finally, Andre eased the car up onto the driveway of the Drake's stylish home. Laura was waiting in the doorway as they stepped out of the car and Jean could see she was ready to swing. She was decked out in a micro-mini, long smoky hose and a thin, low cut blouse. No bra. Sexy Jean felt a tingling in her panties as she greeted the other woman. Perhaps Andre would have it easier than she thought.
"I must say, Andre," Laura beamed, "That wife of yours certainly knows how to dress."
Jean was casually but tastefully attired in wide flared purple velveteen slacks, tight and nippy at her crotch and svelte ass. A thin blouse with a low dipping, ruffled V collar, which clung alluringly to her high set breats and a long maxi vest and boots completed her outfit. Jean blushed as she met Dale's eyes, handsomely, happily appraising her over his wife's shoulder.
"That's the French for you," he teased. "A fashion conscious lot."
Dlae and Andre shook hands easily, warmly. Jean was surprised that both Dale and Laura seemed so loose, so relaxed. She had never seen them like this together. Her pussy tingled as she felt Dale's eyes caressing her breasts through the thin blouse. Oooooh, he was exciting-this would be fun!
The couples seated themselves in the Drake's comfortable living room furniture while Dale fixed some drinks. Andre suggested some music and selected a few records from the Drake's collection. The first was a mellow Brazilian sound with an easy tropical beat.
The drinks went around quickly as the couples chatted aimlessly, somewhat nervously. Both Laura and Jean were shifting in their chairs, Laura nervously crossing and uncrossing her long nylon-sheathed legs. After a couple of drinks Andre couldn't keep his eyes off those legs and intermittent eyefuls of panty crotch Laura kept giving him, consciously or unconsciously, had produced a prominent bulge in his tight pants. Dale meanwhile had been getting hot, meaningful looks from Jean which had produced a similar protrustion in his own pants.
Gradually, the conversation drifted off and a heavy, sultry air settled in the room-the aroma of desire, ginny, heady lust. Except for the soft, insistent machine like beat of the music a silence had descended on them as they ogled one another longingly. Andre finally broke the spell.
"How can we be sitting around like a bunch of wooden Indians when a beat like that is going," he said. "Let's dance."
"I'd hoped you hadn't come just to decorate the furniture!" chirped Laura, high on gin and excitement, eager to get things going.
Andre came across the room, his bulge protruding prominently from his tight pants, to lead Laura from her seat. He had darkly handsome, very French looks; sandy styled hair, a sexy moustache, dark eyes, and a strong, stocky build.
"This dance," he smiled.
Laura tingled with excitement as she followed him across the room. They fit nicely as they grooved to the music, Laura's shapely butt swinging and swaying under her tight mini Jean meanwhile sat watching expectantly for Dale who seemed to be biding his time. He came over and sat down next to her on the couch.
"Your Husband dances very well," he said, smiling into the dark jewels of her eyes.
They glanced across the room to where Andre and Laura were dancing-he was really giving it to her. Laura, by now oblivious to the other pair, looked sort of wild-eyed and her feet were dragging as they moved around the floor. Andre put his hands on her hips and worked her mini up slowly to her waist as they danced. Laura had her eyes closed, lids fluttering, and she licked her lips twice before Andre got the cute skirt up above her waist. He held it there while Laura's bottom shimmered excitingly in her tight pink panties.
Andre reached down and grasped the jiggling, nylon covered gourds and pulled her close, working her sensuously against his groin in perfect rhythm to the throbbing beat. Laura was absolutely gone by that time. Her face was flushed and from where Jean sat, she could hear her little sighs. Jean shivered and squirmed in her own panties.
She turned to Dale, smiling calmly at her, watching her eyes. He seemed not all perturbed about his wife's sexy turn on with another man. For first-timers, Jean thought, they didn't waste any time getting it on.
"I think we'd go together just as well," Dale grinned, nodding towards the tightly fitted couple. "Care to shake it a little?"
"Mmmmmmm," said Jean, eyes a-twinkle, "I'm not really in the mood for dancing."
For Dale there was no mistaking just what she was in the mood to do. The look in her dark eyes had his cock hard as a fence post in his pants.
He slid closer to her, encircling her waist with his arm, drawing her gently. The tips of her titties nudged his chest provocatively.
"When?" was all he said.
"Now-right now!" she whispered, her breath quickening.
"I like the idea."
Dale stood up then and Jean followed him to the hallway. Laura was crooning a little song of contentment as Andre worked his big bulge against her pantied crotch when Dale and Jean left the room.
"Shit, you're a hot one!" Dale whispered as his mouth unfastened from Jean's after their first torrid kiss.
"There's more," she panted, grinding her svelte pelvis against his.
She was some kind of woman, he thought; cultured, sophisticated, serene and dynamite sexy! He had never balled anyone but Laura in this room but he hardly felt like getting sentimental now. He reached up to squeeze a firm, nicely rounded breast through her thin blouse.
She hissed and rolled her loins tighter on his. Dale knew he'd have to get his cock out quick, before it tore a hole in his pants. She was really coming to life!
"Let's get our clothes off," she said, her voice edged with urgency.
"Just what I had in mind."
He released her and she stepped backward. She began to quickly work with the few buttons of her ruffled blouse. As Dale watched delighted, she pulled it open, slipping it out of her pants. Just as quickly she undid the fastener of her stylish slacks, skinning them off the long shapely legs. She stood facing him in a black, lacy bra and tight beige, bikini briefs which swathed her loins alluringly.
A throb of lust went through Dale and his hand stopped working on his shirt, leaving it open at the waist. He decided to watch for now.
He devoured her voluptuous beauty with his eyes as she released the hooks on her bra and let the skimpy garment drop to the floor. Her breasts stood proudly, projecting toward his eyes daringly. They were soft, delicate white except for their tips which were a luscious pastel pink.
Reading the approval in her gaze, and excited at the little strip tease she was carrying on, she shook her torso gently, making her titties quiver tautly.
She now retained only the tiny briefs which clung nicely to her pubic mound and cuddled her shapely, rounded buttocks. Smiling sexily, she caught the top elastic of her panties with her thumbs and stripped down the tiny garment, slowly, tauntingly as Dale's prick pulsed and burned.
His eyes widened as her exquisite brown fluff tuft was revealed. She drew the panties down along her firm shapely thighs, past her knees, along her calves, then she stepped from them and held them out at her side for a moment, dangling them by the lacy legband from one extended finger.
"You approve?" she smiled, turning slowly so he could admire her shapely rear curves as well.
Dale nodded, slowly, dumbly.
"Well, are you going to just stand there staring, or did you have something else in mind?"
Dale answered by dropping in front of her on one knee. He ran his hands up the smooth columns of those thighs and squeezed her ass cheeks in his hands as she shivered. He twisted his head and buried his face in the thick mat of her fragrant girl fur.
"Ooooooo... lover!" she cried, lacing her long, slender fingers through his thick hair as his tongue laved her pussy lips, moist already with prickly desire.
She bent backward, straddling his head, spreading her legs wider. She gripped the back of his head, for support, as she arched her pelvis against his face. Dale licked and tongued greedily into her juicy folds, found her tense clit and stimulated it with darting strokes of his tongue tip.
"Uunhh! Oooooo! Mmmmmm!" she cried, writhing gently, voluptuously fully enjoying this kneeling homage to her femininity.
Dale released her then and raised his head. Jean was slightly glassy-eyed.
"My turn to strip," he said.
She watched Dale with hot eyes as he stripped off his shirt and lowered his slacks. His prong stuck out and upward, stretching the knit fabric of his briefs. He heard Jean's sharp hiss from across the room.
"Oooooooh, I just knew you'd have a big one!" she purred, "I knew it!"
He shucked off the briefs and his cock shot out long and twitching. It was something to be proud of, he had to admit.
"OOOOooo," she was cooing, "Nice... " She writhed against him, clutching his buttocks and then raking them with long talons as his hot cock was sandwiched between their grinding bellies.
She pulled back then and gazed downward, gripping his long, thick prong with adept, practiced ringers and slid her soft palm over the gleaming purple head. She kept cooing as her fingers danced and played on his prick piccolo. She certainly knew how to carry a tune.- He couldn't stand much more of that on his feet so he drew her over to the bed and she sank down on it, spreading her abundant charms freely. He knelt beside her then and reached out to palm and fondle the quivering cones of her lovely breasts as she resumed her cock stroking.
"Mmmm, I like the way this devil stands up," she said with the tone of a true cock connossier. "Can I suck it, darling?"
"Better yet-why not try a sixty-nine or rather, 'soixanteneuf as you French would have it."
"Groovy," she bubbled, very excited. The full, ripe turn of her generous, sensual hps drew a pearl of hot juice from the tip of his cock head. They looked like they could turn the trick quite well indeed.
"Me on top," she said.
That was fine with Dale who slid over on his back as she agilely positioned herself over his cock and face, spreading her long shanks over his head, arching her inviting box down over his face.
Dale reached up to caress the smooth curves of her nicely rounded ass, drawing her nut-brown bushed cunt lower. Her little shivers, her quickened panting added to his excitement. She was obviously entranced with his cock.
Suddenly he felt her velvety hot hps engage his cock-head, a lively tongue tip lance around his glans. A soft moan of pleasure from her throat, a sweet, generous trembling of her body increased the best of his passion, swelled his prick.
In response, his tongue slid upward, touching the moist, soft cuntlips. Her hips curved lower, a shudder ran across her pelvis and her belly fluttered.
The creamy smoothness of her thighs, the delicate flutterings of her soft, sweet pussy as he stroked his lingual lance in and out of her honey-hole, made his cock tingle and stiffen even more. He groaned as her expert hps writhed around his shaft; she moaned again as her head bobbed slowly up and down, up and down on his aching tool. Susan had been good... Laura too, and Ginni had showed him a few things as well... but this broad! No wonder they called it "frenching."
Jean's head lifted as she licked and gobbled, slurping and sucking-fucking heatedly with her hungry mouth. A kind of eager gurgling sound came from her throat as he suckled the sweet cunt juice from her hole, lapping at her sex, rolling her clitoris with his tongue tip.
He was fanning her passion stroke after luscious stroke. Her cunt had expanded puffing open. Suddenly, her mouth had abandoned his throbbing dork.
"I want it... now," she husked, her eyes glazed. "In me!!"
Eagerly she turned, straddling him on her knees; she lowered herself and with a groan, he felt her fluttery, moist cunt embracing his aching cockflesh. Her ass stroked down, taking him to the hilt.
Her pussy was hot and deliciously snug. Thighs spread, titties jiggling and rolling over her chest, she bobbed up and down, bouncing her ass against his crotch, gleefully riding his rigid see-saw.
The hot coilings of her vagina, the trembling shivery flutterings, the eager strokings, up and down, around and around was priming his explosion.
"Oh, honey!" she panted. "I'M almost there... oh... now... now... NOW!!!"
Her head rolled back, her lovely face distorted with pleasure as the voluptuous cunt spasms gripped his prick in long throbbing slides. Dale felt the head of his shaft flare then explode in release as her cunt churned about it. He met her loud savage moans of delight with a loud cry of his own as he shot his steaming stream into her bucking, fucking body...
Gasping for air, Andre Cruchon pulled his hps away from the hot, tongue locked kiss, incredulous at the pure sexual heat this female in his arms was generating. Perhaps it had been the drinks, the music, their hot, crotch sliding tango, the kneading pressure of his fingers on her soft pantied bottom, the fact that he was her best friend's husband... that had turned this demure, dark-haired beauty, savage with lust. And Jean had said she was inhibited! Wow, for a first-timer, she was coming on like a tigress... but then, was it her first time with another man?
Her nails digging into his neck, Laura pulled his head downward again, siezing his mouth, her hps writhing against him with delight, little mulled whimpers of excitement bursting from her throat. Her pantied loins rubbed and rolled on his crotch bulge with fierce and total abandon.
Andre was momentarily taken aback by this. He preferred his lovemaking to be slow and easy, only gradually building up to a peak of passion, with he himself generating most of the energy. At this point, Laura was souring far above him... but then, with the way her pussy was heating up on his prick, it probably wouldn't take him long to catch up!
To Andrew, lovemaking, like sculpture or painting, was a refined, careful art-mastered only after long and patient practice. In his years with Jean, both inside and outside of marriage, he had learned the many subtle secrets, the gentle touches, the master strokes which could be artfully combined to bring a woman to the height of ecstasy.
In his mind's eye, he had pictured his first time with Laura as being a slow, perhaps painful drawing out of the passion he sensed lay deep within her... but this... the way she lunged against him, the urgency of her mouth... he sensed something else must have happened to unlock the abundance of dormant sexual energy, this volcanic heat. Yet still, gratified as he was by the intensity of her response, he wanted to bring her slightly back down, to cool and control her, then bring her back up again, make her beg for it... to master her...
He wrenched his mouth away again.
"Is there a bedroom we can adjourn to?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Here, right here," she panted.
He paused for a moment, dubious, then seeing the pleading urgency of her glazed lusting eyes, decided to humor her...
"I always did prefer rugs," he said, smiling cooly, "There's something definitely orgiastic about doing it on the floor; it makes you feel like an animal... ever tried it?"
"No,"" she answered, a bit taken back by his detached tone of voice.
"Well then... well have to make sure we explore its fullest possibilities... after all, a rug as soft and thick as this-it's almost like a mattress. � "Yes, it is," Laura wavered, a bit confused by this casual delaying of desire. Why didn't he just get on with it-just rip off her panties and show her that big prick she knew he had. Or was this always his style? Had she been so turned on by the bestiality of her pick-up a few days ago that a slow, sensual lover turned her off? No, that couldn't be, she preferred it like this. Didn't she? She made an effort to calm the trembling of her body, to regain a bit of her reserve; perhaps he thought she was gross or shameless. Yes, this man knew her husband-she had almost forgotten.
"You come on strong for a novice swapper," Andre whispered, sensing she had calmed somewhat and was perhaps ready to adjust to his style of lovemaking.
"Well, isn't that the general idea?" Laura asked, relieved that his voice reflected amusement and not disgust.
"Yes-and I must say, you picked it up rather quickly."
So then, she thought to say, why did you have to slow me down? She caught herself though. Patience, hell be all right... perhaps in his own way better than any. She thought for a moment I of her husband locked in an embrace with Jean. To her own surprise, she felt no anguish or even jealously in that image. It was a game, she realized, and why be a bad sport about it. . she was out for herself now...
Andre coasted his hands along the smooth surfaces of her slinky net stockings, rejoicing in the firm resiliency of her thighs. She had quite a body. His mouth closed over hers again, gently this time, tongue wriggling into her eager softness as he drew his fingers to the silky smooth flesh close to her panties. Laura shifted, spreading her legs to his touch-Andre liked that response, he was beginning to feel in charge again. A firm thrusting breast was planted against his ribs. Yes, there would be time for a good working over.
His hand moved upward, to the cozy cove of her pantied apex and he cupped her pussy, her soft, radiating oooze. A shiver possessed her body and her tongue livened in his mouth as he stroked her through the thin panty fabric. She sighed and he felt her ooze oozing its moist sap onto his fingers, her panty crotch suddenly slick and sticky, seeping heat. Her hps and tongue were regaining their former urgency. She certainly knew how to kiss.
Their tongue tips slid and fenced, winding and probing. Andre found the softness of her mouth delectable, most delectable. Her breathing had quickened again, ragged, irregular and he pressed his palm to her pussy, rubbing firmly.
"Mmmmm-yessss!" she sizzled. Her legs widened more as her tongue danced against his and she curled her hips upward. He took his cue, suddenly sliding a practiced finger inside the lacy edge of her panties. Oooooh, soft and hot, fluffy and feminine...
Her breath was hot on his neck and he felt her nip gently but sharply as he teased her moistened slit skillfully, slowly. She was restraining herself he knew, from really bursting out-he could feel it in the way her body quivered at his touch, taut ready to explode...
Laura's tongue moved faster, her hand moved down to his crotch, seeking the hardened ridge where his prick pushed out in his tight trousers. She was beginning to like this fondling, though she hoped he wouldn't keep her on edge much longer. Her fingers pressed his tentpole, surprised at its rigidity, and a dainty shiver ran through her body. Oooooh, nice indeed... !
Andre tried to ease his mouth away as her fingers danced on the aching curl of his penis, but she pushed her tongue deeper, looking their lips more firmly. Her panties were preventing him from really going to town on her cute pussy, so he decided to save his cunt-tickling for later. He lifted his hand and pulled her blouse out of the snug skirt band. He wanted to feel those titties.
She trembled again, violently this time, as he touched the warm silky flesh just below her bosom Their mouths came unglued as his hands crept upward.
"Shall we hit the rug now, honey?"
"Oh, in a minute... here... let me get my blouse off."
Laura leaned back a little, glad she hadn't worn a bra. With a swift motion, she cross armed the jersey over her head and Andre was suddenly confronted with the stunning beauty of her luscious breasts. So soft and white, their pink spikes rigid, widely aureoled, slightly up-tilted.
"Magnificent," he exclaimed. Indeed, their beauty surpassed that of his own wife's!
"Are you as good at this too?" she whispered hotly, arching her thrusting caps toward him.
Andre felt his pulse quicken, his prick stiffen as his eyes feased on her snow white and rosy pink charms.
"Do you like tittie play?"
"Mmmmm-love it! You like my pair?"
He leaned forward and his fingers closed over a juicy cone, sinking gently into its softness.
"Shit," he said, "You know I do."
She relaxed in the circle of his arm as the hot darts of pleasure raged under his kneading hand. She watched his fingers go under her breast, then around on top and finally out to the swollen pink peak. He teased it gently.
"Ooooh," she shuddered.
"Doesn't Dale give you enough of this?"
"Oh-now and then."
She liked his touch, but was beginning to grow impatient. There was something lacking in his approach, so little fire, an almost clinical method.
Perhaps sensing her restiveness, Andre moved his free hand to her other tittie. Laura's breasts swelled pleasantly at this double barrelled action, the tips turning pointier. Andre squeezed and shaped them gently. She shuddered and her mouth settled on his neck, nipping again at his flesh as her hips curved in a coital lift. Her hand was moving rapidly on his covered prick.
"Ooooh," she panted, "Ooooh, my pussy-feel my pussy... quick!"
Andre obliged. He drew his head down to her tender breast flesh and suckled a firm nipple, winding his tongue around it. He worked his fingers into her wet, slick pussy, shoving his hand down the front of her tight panties. Her hips undulated, her legs quaking, her nipples swelling voluptuously in his mouth. He wormed his finger into her cunt.
"Ahhhhh... " A wild tremor shook her to the toes. She hunched and gasped, panting swiftly, panting hard. In and out, in and out his finger slick and sticky, hot with friction, her panties stretched away from her snatch by his big moving paw. A shuddery moan knifed into his ears. Her whole body seemed to quiver and then suddenly she was hunching wildly, bouncing on his finger as he gripped her waist with his arm, sucked fiercely at her nipples... she moaned in the swift pulsing throes of her climax.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh-OHHHH!" she sang, eyes squeezed tight as her fun gun popped its goodies.
Andre smiled to himself as he held on. Few things were more satisfying that the feel of a shaking, shivering woman launching into her climax. This was what they prettied themselves for, preened and pampered themselves for, wore short skits, slinky nylons and silky panties for and dreamed about in their little secret moments and now she was getting it, hard and swift. He felt her shakedown shivers and she sighed.
"Ohhh lover! That was just delish!"
"You really turn on, beautiful!"
"Mmmmmm," Laura sighed. She let herself sink to the carpet below, sprawling out luxuriously, rolling her head as her long hair fanned out about her. She felt the blissful little flutterings in her belly. Yes, that had been worth waiting for; quickies were groovy-maybe now she'd get the big prick!
But no... he had something else in mind. He knelt and parted her legs and the look inhis eyes as he stared at her crotch told Laura just what it was he wanted. Her panties were half off and she got a thrill just thinking about her exposure. It was groovy having another man eye her charms!
Andre drew his fingers up along her thighs and hooked them in the legbands of her pink bikini panties.
"Cute," he said.
"My sexiest pair," Laura gushed. She knew he was going to eat her and, though a part of her wanted the shaft, she was excited at the prospect of some cunt licking. Dale never gave her enough of that-but then what could she expect since she had only begun eating it recently herself.
Andre drew the little panties to Laura's knees as she trembled with delight. He slipped them down her calves then, the fabric hissing against her nylons. He dropped them to the floor and parted her thighs.
He lowered his head to her sugary snatch, licking his hps. Laura shivered as his hands slid under her bottom and suddenly his mouth touched her pussy.
"Ooooh," she keened.
Hot pleasure darts shot from her cunt up to her tingly, swollen titties. A soft hotness, his probing tongue entered the tender hps of her cunt. Mmmm, it was better than a finger, almost as good as a prick. It travelled slowly up and down her slit, awakening deep seated, delicious thrills. It dove in...
"Unnhhhh!" she gasped, shaking with shock. His hands squeezed her rump, working it higher as his honeyed lingual sword went deeper. She tilted her hips as his mouth fastened on her pussy and his hot tongue delved. In and out! In and out! Oh Wow!!
Laura felt the sweet ripples of delight coursing along her thighs sweeping into her cunt. Oh he was good at this, better than Dale. She was going to shoot off again-very soon!
She panted and slavered, whining like a little girl as his tongue worked faster. Suddenly it touched her button, that secret source of all her delights.
"Ohhh!" she cried. '"Ohhhh-there, pleeeease!!"
The sensation built in sugary sweet waves. Hard little tremors beat through her loins. He was building her slower, working her clittie with an excrutiating friction-back and forth. But it was starting...
She siezed her titties as she went into a little frenzy of lust, squeezing them together as she hunched against his bobbing head.
His tongue leashed mercilessly, back and forth, in and out...
And then it hit her; again and again. Flooding her limbs, ripping them apart, throbbing deep within. Her nipples swelled in her palms as the deep thrills took her in their grip and shook her.
Andre cuddled her soft, springy ass as her moaning, panting tremors died down. He was quite satisfied with himself. He had brought her off in near record time-and her cunt had been so sweet! He watched with delight as the hps of her pussy pulsed open and closed in a kind of kissing motion. On impulse, he bent down and kissed them back as she keened and arched off the floor.
Laura lay back, a dazed smile on her lovely face. Yes indeed, she was thinking, she had found this French gentleman's approach to her liking after all. Silly girl, eager, impatient. Her eyes bulged as she saw Andrew standing above her, his big meaty prick soaring in the air as he pushed down his trousers. MMmmmm, long and thick-oh, it would feel groovy! For a moment she wanted to suck it... but no, what might he think? Maybe Jean didn't even do that... maybe another time.
Oh, if only Dale could see her now, skirt to her waist, panties in a puddle, pussy oozing, pulsing for the prick of another man. She listened... yes, yes she could hear them now... the little rhythmic cries of pleasure from the bedroom. Her smile only broadened. Andre was on his knees again, grinning lewdly, his bobbing cock looking even bigger as he scooted forward. She shuddered as he nudged its rubbery heat into the hot, soft cleft of her cunny.
Then he was spurting his hot sperm into her!!! Shit! Oh, yeahhhhhh!
Yes... yes, indeed... this swapping scene was something else again...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan Warwick shivered as the hand coasted up her thigh to roughly squeeze the springy nether cheek of her pantied bottom.
"Ult, please professor," she protested, edging slightly away from the seated man.
Professor Karl Bettinger, Chairman of the Pompeyo Art department, was one of the most distinguished men of letters on the campus, and from Susan's point of view, quite possibly the most lecherous.
It seemed that every time she entered his office, she soon became involved in a little skirmish that all but fell short of being chased around the desk. For an educated, cultured man, he seemed to lose control of himself pretty quickly, his opening playful passes growing increasingly intimate until they were impossible to ignore.
The teasing twinkle in his eye would disappear as his eyes would narrow intent and feverish, his face would flush, his breathing growing ragged and heavy. Inevitably, he would sink back in his chair mollified, sullen, suddenly weary and a bit ashamed of himself. Then there would be the apologies which Susan, playing the good sport, would always graciously brush off. After all, he was her boss- The game had been getting a bit hard to play lately. Susan was generally horny enough as it was. Working at a place like Pompeyo campus would keep any warm-blooded woman a bit itchy in the panties, especially in the spring time.
Then again, fighting off passes wasn't something she was used to doing, nor was particularly good at. The way Susan played ball, by the time the guy started making passes, she had usually managed to work things to a position where she could graciously accommodate those passes. Too often she had left Bettinger's office on shaky legs, her panties wet with cunny djphble. And that was most unsatisfactory. In short, when it came to sexing, Susan didn't like to play around.
She figured that Bettinger's problem was probably that he simply didn't get any. She could sympathize with that. After all, there was the other side of the coin; the chicks at Pompeyo no doubt kept the men's pants pretty itchy, too. As well, she was aware of the dynamite effect her short-hemmed skirts could have, such as the micro-mini she sported today.
Bettinger was very European in some ways and for his age, late fifties, he was still a rather attractive man. He dressed well, cutting a robust figure and his full head of hair had turned a very distinguished shade of silver. He was a bit far from the youth culture of Pompeyo, but he still managed to keep well abreast of the changes. And he also had some idea of what went on between the faculty members of his department.
So Susan took his playfulness lightly. All in all, she liked her boss and wanted to keep things relaxed between them. If only he wouldn't get so out of hand. Once she had come close to slapping him, but had fortunately thought better of it. She could usually outlast him.
"Please professor," she said, brushing a possessive hand from her buttock. "I have a lot of work today. If you could run down those memos quickly, I'd appreciate it."
Ignoring his hand was usually the best tactic. Today though, it wasn't working very well. She was uneasy, a bit on edge. Her boyfriend was out of town, and Dale had been evading her lately. She had just resisted the impulse a few minutes earlier to diddle herself on the toilet seat in the ladies' room, and now this.
She was sure her face was reflecting her agitation. She could feel that slippery slickness in her panties. Damn it anyway! Why had she been stuck in such a hot body?
"Now really, Miss Warwick," he cajoled, teasingly. "That you should talk about time. I must be one of the busiest men on campus, but when my lovely secretary comes to pay me a visit, I give her all the time and attention I can."
"You certainly do," said Susan, unable to repress a smile as she again evaded a creeping hand.
Ignoring the interdepartmental memos, for which Susan had been called up to prepare, Bettinger sat back in his chair, a twinkle in his eye, a curious smile playing across his face.
"Tell me, Susan, and please, don't patronize," he said. "What do you really think of me anyway? Am I just a dirty old man to you?"
"W-why, certainly not, Mr. Bettinger," Susan replied, a bit taken back by his question.
"Really now, Susan. Don't be afraid to tell me what you think. After all, you're one of the few people in this department I don't have to relate to on some kind of stuffy, silly academic level. That kind of thing gets rather deadly day in and day out, if you know what I mean."
Susan was quite willing to be honest with him, yet wondered what it was he was after. He seemed to be pursuing something.
"Well frankly, I get rather annoyed sometimes by all the horsing around. But, all in all, I don't mind that much, I guess. It doesn't change my opinion of you. I mean, I can understand. Maybe your wife just can't... " Susan cut herself short, blushing, aware that she might have gone too far.
"Oh, that's all right, Susan," Bettinger said, seeing her embarrassment. He sighed. "It's true. What you were about to say, I mean. Things between my wife and I are pretty well cooled out. Unfortunately, I'm afraid my appetites haven't diminished with my capacity."
"Ill say," Susan giggled.
"Here's something I'll bet you don't know," he said, leaning forward and lowering his voice. "As of a year ago, I had a mistress."
"Really?" Susan said, shocked by his candidness. Why was he letting her in on this? What was he leading up to? "That must have been pretty risky for a man of your position," she said, trying to respond with appropriate cool.
"It was. But it was worth it, believe me. Anyway, now I'm just a homy old man who's over the hill. It probably wouldn't be so hard on me if I was at some stuffy old university back east, but out here everything is so, so young and vital. I love it, though. It keeps me on my toes."
"You certainly keep me on my toes, professor."
They both laughed at that. Susan felt much more relaxed with him now than she ever had before. When he wasn't putting her off with passes, he could be very interesting, even attractive.
"Tell me, Susan," he continued. "Do you think I'm oblivious to things around here? 'Out of it' as they say?"
"Well, I don't know, professor. How can I tell?"
"Well, some of the faculty members treat me sometimes as if I were, but actually I have a pretty good picture of what goes on around here. For instance, taking Miss Susan Warwick. Well, I've heard about her reputation."
"Oh," she said, blushing. "What reputation is that?"
"Please now," he laughed. "Don't get on the defensive. We both know what I mean anyway. I'm aware that you've been rather intimate with certain members of the faculty."
Susan stammered, clenching her small fists in outrage, unsure whether to walk out or defend herself .
"Well really now, don't get in such a huff. I wouldn't expect anything less from a woman as sexy as yourself and unattached in the bargain. But what I'm really curious about is this swapping thing. Some of the younger professors are involved in it, aren't they?"
"Yes," she said, her momentary anger cooling.
"Well, come on now. This is all off the record, of course. I'm just curious as to how the thing works. It sounds damned fascinating. You don't have to name any names. I've got my own little grapevine, so I've got an idea as to just who's who. But tell me, how do they arrange this sort of thing?"
"Well," she began, "it's pretty simple as long as nobody's uptight Word gets around and if a couple finds another couple attractive enough, they simply set a date. Sometimes more than two couples are involved, though singles are generally excluded. I don't know what else to say."
"Tell me this, do they actually carry on in the same room, I mean, with more than one person at a time?"
"Why yes, depending on tastes, that kind of thing."
"Fantastic," he muttered, half to himself. "Then, you've been involved in this, this swapping yourself?"
Susan hesitated for a moment, but recognized the simple curiosity in his friendly eyes. What the hell, she thought.
"Yes, from time to time I have."
He sighed and sat back. "Well, more power to you. I only wish some of these things had been going on when I was in my prime," he sighed. He looked up at her keenly. "I suppose you think I'm a rather pedantic, harmless old fool for all this, eh?"
"Why, no, not at all," she replied, suddenly feeling a wave of pity for him.
"Well," he said, smiling to himself. 'There was a time when I wasn't quite so ineffectual."
An idea that had always playfully lingered in the back of Susan's mind, a fantasy picture she had always toyed with but had somehow assumed was too remote from real possibility . It began to take hold, began to enter that realm of possibility. Why not?
'That shouldn't have to change with age."
"Well, call it what you will; lack of spark, lack of opportunity. It does change."
"In your case," said Susan, slightly lowering her tone of voice, "there's no lack of spark. But what if you did have an opportunity, a real one?"
"Like what?" he said, on the verge of gloom.
"Like right here and now."
"What?" his head shot up. "W-what do you mean?"
She was beginning to like the idea now. Yes indeed, why not? "What I said," Susan replied calmly, meeting his gaze with a sultry directness, "right here and now, with me."
His mouth flew open aghast. "Have you gone mad?"
"No more than usual," Susan laughed. She glanced at the clock-a little after twelve. What a novel way to spend a lunch break! She moved to his office door and locked it. "Don't worry," she said coolly, "everyone in the office is out to lunch now and they'll expect you to be gone, too."
"But I have an appointment for lunch. I "
"Fuck the appointment."
"What?" he started to get up. "Susan, wait. Our discussion, I was only... " She whirled around to face him, a smile playing on her full, sensual hps.
"Sit down, Karl," she said, calling him that for the first time. "I'm going to give you the change to make good all those passes."
He froze, his face mirroring his complete awe and disbelief as the voluptuous redhead began to boldly unbutton her blouse. She could see it in his expression. He couldn't believe it was really happening, his fantasies come true.
She slipped the blouse out of her skirt and tossed it over on a nearby chair. Her big, upthrusting breasts burned in the fabric of her brassiere. She was enjoying this strip tease as much as him. Maybe he'd have a lovely big cock to thrill her even more.
She thrust her bosom out as she reached behind to undo her bra catch. She let the straps slip off her shoulders and let the skimpy undergarment drop to the floor as her naked boobs thrust out dramatically, their tips tingling with the thrill of exposure.
She heard him gasp. From the look on his face, she thought he was either going to faint or explode.
She unzipped her skirt and let it puddle at her feet. She saw his eyes as he ogled the beautiful stretch of her thighs and loins through the sheerness of her pantyhose. His fear and self-doubt was gradually giving way to lust, just as she knew it would.
Slowly, with special regard to their slinky sexiness, she drew the pantyhose down, enjoying the sensation as she stripped them off her legs for him. Tha left only her panties, thin and black, lacy edged, clingingly tautly to the full blown curves of her hips and crotch like a second skin.
She looked at the professor and smiled. His expression had turned to a leer, and to her delight, Susan noticed a nice sized bulge in his trousers. Suddenly, he looked very capable indeed. Susan shivered, nude and naughty in her sexy black panties. Oh, what fun!
"Well, don't just stand there, take your clothes off!"
Without a word, his face flushed and puffed, he began to tear off his clothes, almost beside himself with excitement, flinging them carelessly about him until he was reduced to a pair of blue silk boxer shorts, tented nicely by a king-sized erection. Susan was surprised at his body, lean and well muscled, without a trace of fat. He obviously exercised. A silver patch of hair trailed down from his chest to the top of his shorts. Susan felt a dribbling in her panties as she crossed the room.
His whole frame was quivering with lust as she approached him. She could see the eagerness and disbelief in his eyes and was fully aware of the effect her stunning body was having on him.
"You're beautiful, Susan," he gasped. "More lovely than I would have dreamed."
He was getting a bit carried away, she thought, but let him. After all, a man as obviously well-endowed as him must have a hard time adjusting to and compensating for the sexual deprivation his age and position caused him. Susan knew she could probably give him the time of his life and secretly thrilled to the thought that she had this power over him.
She stood before him now, her breast tips quivering before the heaving rise and fall of his chest, his prick tent only inches from the inviting bulge of her pantied-puss. Only inches.
She was tantalizing him this way for he hesitated, seemingly unable to act, to lift his hands.
Susan lowered her eyes to the throb and beat of his maleness under the thin blue silk and suddenly realized her need for him had suddenly grown very real, very urgent.
"I want you," she hissed.
"I want you, Susan," he said, his voice quivering.
Slowly, almost as if in pain, he extended his arms and encircled her waist. She curved 'upwards against him, then, gasping at the rock-hard rigidity of his maleness which burned against her belly. Oh, he had a terrific prick!
Her nipples burned against his chest as he groaned with the searing shock of contact. She wondered how long it had been for him.
His head lowered timidly and Susan closed the gap, raising her mouth to his. His kiss was like a boy's at first; shy, reluctant, yet questing and hungry for the sensuality he had learned to live without.
Susan wound her tongue around his then, taking the lead, buzzing it in his mouth until his shyness gave way to a kind of longing fierceness and he was returning her kiss with equal fervor.
She reached between their bodies then, eager and curious for the feel of his maleness. Her finger touched then clutched the hard knot of his cock. She stroked her fingers back and forth over it, exulting at the surprising heat and resiliency beneath the blue silk.
"Like that, Karl?" she purred.
"Shit," he croaked.
"I must say for a man of your age, you haven't lost much down here!" She emphasized her words with a hard squeeze of her fingers. "Let's see the big beauty," she panted.
She delicately undid the snaps of his shorts, then reached inside and drew out his quivering stinger. It was even longer than she thought! She pumped on it, sliding* the foreskin back and forth in a maddening friction as the man wavered on his feet Oh, it was a nice, big cock and Susan knew she'd enjoy every inch of it. The younger faculty members certainly had nothing on this old buck!
He had recovered sufficiently to begin a little exploring of his own and Susan writhed voluptuously as his hands slid down her back and caressed the warm silken snugly packed seat of her panties. She was surprised by his touch, manly and sensual, gauging her in an arousing manner. That mistress of his must have taught him a few things, Susan thought. Yes, he would be good and certainly wouldn't need to be led by the hand.
On impulse, she suddenly sank to her knees, sliding her hands along his firm thighs as she descended.
"Susan____"
"Yes, Karl. Let me. I want to."
He trembled as she hauled down his shorts, freeing his genitals to her view. His balls were swollen and pendulous, probably overloaded, she thought.
His pecker soared long and free, bone hard. She pushed back the foreskin, baring the throbbing pink head. It looked good enough to eat.
She kissed, gently along the side of his prick with a feather touch, then began playfully running her tongue over the tip of his cockhead.
His body stiffened and she decided to dispense with the preliminaries. She took his cockhead and at least half of his smooth shaft into her mouth with a sudden swooping bob of her head. He groaned blissfully as she began to suck on it heatedly, jiggling and rubbing his nuts with practiced fingers.
The aged professor reeled on his feet, moaning aloud with intense delight. Susan's mouth worked relentlessly on him, bobbing her head up and down, her lips claiming him with the ardor and finesse of an experienced cocksucker. The professor began to twist and lunge with his hips, building up steam, jerking and jamming his aching tool deep into her throat as Susan gurgled with cock-sucking delight. She felt the beat and throb of him and knew he was on the verge.
"Susan," he wheezed, "I'm, I can't____" No, he mustn't. She wanted this dork, hard and slick in her itching tunnel.
She drew her mouth away quickly and stood up as the professor tottered on the edge of release. With a single swift motion, the luscious redhead shucked down her pretty little panties, baring her lush red bush to her boss' glazed eyes. Cocksucking always turned her on fierce. She was ready for it now!
"Here," she panted, "over here on the desk."
She hoisted herself up on the edge of the dean's smooth-topped mahogany altar, writhing her ass on the smooth surface, spreading her thighs, scrubbing her hips with agitated, impatient hands. Bettinger didn't need any further directions.
Susan hissed as he moved between her thighs and his twitching, outstretched penis nudged against the tender folds of her running cunny. She grasped him by the waist with her hands and wrapped her long, svelte legs around his body. Then, with a sudden surprising force, she pulled him forward, drove him inward with a single lunge. She howled as his long hardness skinned the shivery soft portals of her cunt. Oh, he felt delicious!
She began a rapid writhing, rolling motion of her hips on the desk top and her pussy began to literally devour his cockflesh. Bettinger hunched and drove, trying vainly to match her lead. The position was groovy for Susan as it provided maximum friction of his sliding, horny cock against the inflamed nub of her clittie.
"Oh, get it up there! C'mon!"
She was turning into a tigress as she drew near her peak, but she was a little much for the aged dean. His heart was pounding wildly as he tried vainly to match her thrusts, feeling the tell-tale throes of his raging cock as her inner muscles gripped and milked his tender tool. He couldn't hold much longer, any longer.
His body went taut as a bowstring, quaking, quivering, and then he exploded, shooting off his cock with a violence that shocked her. His gun drove his load hard and deep as Susan's hungry cunt gulped it down, hot and creamy.
But she was miles from her fulfillment.
No! No! She wanted to scream, but she checked herself catching the outburst of frustration in her throat. She was only moments from her peak and, oh, shit! She should have known he could have only taken so much of her sucking.
His prick spent, slack, he pushed himself away, staggering, gasping for breath, moaning from the incredible ecstatic exertion.
Susan groaned softly as her body shivered, disappointed, aching. She said nothing, though; She didn't want to hurt him and, after all, he had probably performed quite well for his capabilities.
She slid off the desk top and into her clothes quickly, quietly as the professor slumped nude into his chair.
"I'd better be going now, Mr. Bettinger," she said, forcing herself to smile. "I really enjoyed that."
"Oh Susan," he gasped, waving feebly from his chair. "That-that was so wonderful. Fantastic!"
She kept the smile on her face until she had closed his office door behind her. Damn it anyway!
She headed straight for the ladies room, keenly aware of the wet slinkiness in her panty crotch against her tender cunt and clit. She hoped there would be no one else in the John while she diddled herself in the stall. She wanted to moan her fulfillment aloud! Shit, what a way to~ spend a lunch break!
Ginnie Rogers breezed her sexy form down the row of art department offices. She was ready to carry her little plan to its final stage. So far it had all been working out excellently. The dorm orgies of the last few weeks had succeeded in bringing Rick, Dianne, John, and herself close together in a sharing, grooving foursome, willing to try practically anything for group kicks.
Then there was her own affair with Dale (she had kept quiet about that so far with the others); she'd balled him twice now and had really dug it. She knew he had too and that he was eager for more. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, there was Dale's own involvement in swapping, which he had recently related to her.
The way Ginnie figured it, if Dale really dug balling her, and, if he really dug swapping as much as he made out, perhaps he'd be willing to go a step further, to jump that old generation gap with some good timey swapping. The way he had been swinging lately and grooving to it, it seemed likely he would go for the idea. He was the key in any case and Ginnie was betting she was right about him.
She hadn't mentioned her ploy to her own swap mates, though there had been much talk among them about finding a way to swing with some of the faculty members. It was her own little secret and she wanted to handle it her own way. It was kind of a challenge, a test of her seductive, feminine powers, an "ego trip" as her friends might have called it. Ginnie rather enjoyed ego trips.
So when she knocked once and breezily entered Dale Drake's office, she was disappointed to find, instead of the handsome professor, the red-headed department secretary sorting some papers on his desk.
"Yes?" asked Susan icily, making it plain by her expression that Ginnie's entrance had been most out of order. "He's left for the day. Can I do something for you?"
"Uh, well, I wanted to see Professor Drake."
"I gathered that," said Susan. "Do you always come right in without waiting for a reply?"
"Professor Drake and I are good friends," Ginnie replied with annoyance. "It's quite all right with him just how I choose to come into his office."
"Oh, I see," said Susan coolly, her tone implying that she indeed had an idea of just what kind of relationship the professor and his student had.
In fact, she was well aware of Drake's closeness to this stunning blonde. Ginnie had been hanging around the office quite a bit and Susan had spied them leaving once in quite a hurry. She guessed Drake was balling her on the sly and personally wouldn't have minded except that lately Drake hadn't seemed to have any time for her, Susan.
She felt a curious mixture of jealousy and admiration as she eyed the blonde's long luscious body, seductively outfitted in a tight seater and micro-mini skirt. She felt the nagging itch in her panties starting up again.
Ginnie blushed as she felt the redhead's eyes boldly appraising her charms. There was something in her look which frightened Ginnie and yet excited her too. Ginnie flashed on the memory of Susan and Dale in that storage room The picture was still vivid in her mind, the full beauty of the girl's breasts, the exciting revelation as her panties had been pulled down.
The young blonde shut the picture off, surprised at its erotic power in her mind. But she couldn't help thinking also of the redhead's AC-DC reputation. What kind of woman did that?
And so, for a few long silent moments, the two women confronted each other like alley cats, their minds silently working, wondering. Each knew they had shared the same man, each was a bit dazzled by the other's beauty, sensuality. Each felt a typical female enmity, yet at the same time a strange pull, a forbidden mar tism.
Ginnie about to leave, hesitated on an impulse which she dared not consciously acknowledge.
"You know some of the faculty members pretty well, don't you?" she asked the older woman, not quite sure herself what she wanted to know.
Susan smiled, sensing in Ginnie's lingering a desire for something more than small talk. Yes, this blonde certainly was beautiful, beautiful enough to make her pussy tingle. She had frigged herself in the John, but that hadn't really done the trick. She was still on edge from this morning's encounter; she knew she would probably be facing an empty bed tonight unless... did she dare? Here? Now? But then, as she herself had proven this morning, anything was possible at Pompeyo.
"I suppose I do," she replied, her voice suddenly taking on a little warmth.
"I know for a fact you do," said Ginnie cattily, growing bolder.
"Oh," Susan smiled, delighted rather than angered by Ginnie's effrontery. "Why don't you let me in on the big secret then."
"About you and Dale-very busy in that storeroom, weren't you?"
Susan blushed, shocked at this, but she didn't lose her cool. No, this gave her room to work.
"Well then, I suppose you could bribe me into doing all sorts of unspeakable things, eh?"
"No, that's not my game," said Ginnie, her heart beginning to pound with nervous excitement as she met the redhead's cool gaze. "It just makes me wonder."
"About what in particular?"
"Well, I've heard about your reputation-"
"Oh yes, my reputation," laughed Susan. "What would I be without my reputation? And what is it about my reputation that's so fascinating?"
"It surprises me, I guess. You seem kind of, well, straight to me, at least and... "
"Sorry," Susan laughed again. "But clothes, hair, and dope aside, I really don't think straight is an apt word for me."
"Then you are____"
"I am what?" asked Susan, sensing a crucial moment near.
"You do swing, both ways," Ginnie blurted, her heart pounding wildly.
"Um-hmm," Susan smiled, her eyes flashing into Ginnie's.
Ginnie's mind was racing. She knew what would happen now, and she wanted it!
"How-how does it happen?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"Well," said Susan, slowly relishing her position. "Sex is fun, right? And if you're not afraid of your body or who you share it with, you find that there's more than one way to have fun. It's really very simple once you find another woman who turns you on and isn't afraid."
There was a tense, charged silence as Ginnie stood, her senses fluttering, afraid to speak.
"Like you, Ginnie," Susan said softly.
"You, you like me?" she asked weakly.
"I do, very much. And as far as I can tell, you like me. It's that simple, isn't it? Unless you're afraid."
"I-I'm not afraid."
"Well then," said Susan breathlessly, "maybe you'd like me to show you just how much I like you."
"I'd like that, yes," Ginnie whispered, barely audible.
Susan came around the desk then, taking Ginnie's hand and smiling into the blonde's excited, blushing eyes as Ginnie shuddered from the deep, dark thrill of the other woman's touch.
"Let's go to my place, Ginnie," she said simply.
Ginnie and Susan lay in the redhead's bedroom, their bodies still clothed, leaning heavily as the blonde's breasts rose and fell with mounting excitement. Ginnie hardly dared think about what she was doing. It was too overwhelming, too powerful. Her senses, her wild, young body were caught in a fierce whirling whirlpool of forbidden desire and she had long since ceased resisting.
The redhead's bedroom was clearly built for pleasure and clearly spoke of many trysts. The bed was circular and wide in circumference, giving maximum room for any kind of position its users might care to try.
Not only was there a full-length mirror at bed level on the dresser, but there was also one on the ceiling, each providing participants with an excellent view of the proceedings. There was a picture of a nude, well-hung male on the nightstand. It seemed out of place, an intruder to this new, mysterious realm.
As their bodies touched and their emotions began their ascent, neither girl spoke. The heated glances which passed between them, the pressure of their hands and through their bodies as they nestled arousingly against each other, their arms slipped around their waists in a gradually tightening hug that brought their breasts and bellies in fierce contact, were all the communication necessary between them.
Ginnie tilted her head, eyelids fluttering, raising her mouth to the taller girl's lips, expectantly, eagerly. Her hands trembled as they pressed hotly into the base of Susan's spine and the more experienced woman gazed down at the lovely, breathless girl she was holding, studying the desire, the lustful abandonment which was etched on Ginnie's face, observing with triumph, a sense of conquest, the final yielding as Ginnie gave in to her instincts, her deepest longings.
They kissed timidly at first, then Ginnie's mouth opened as Susan's tongue probed, sliding slowly between the blonde's teeth and passing in a searching caress of the other girl's mouth. The delicious wet movement aroused Ginnie to a sudden, overwhelming passion.
She was in Susan's hands now, her hands sliding up and down Susan's back as she shuddered, thrusting her breasts and crotch forward, moaning into her lover's mouth, her lesbian lover.
Susan rucked Ginnie's dress high above her hips as the blonde sobbed and began to drive her hips savagely against Susan's body, feeling the girl's hands fondling her bottom, hungrily shaping her soft buttocks. Her own fingers daringly, instinctively found their way down to Susan's arse, sliding directly under the mini-skirt hem, squeezing tightly as they felt the plump flesh of another woman, covered only by a pair of brief panties, swelling beneath her hands.
Susan rolled atop her then, fired with lust as Ginnie's legs spread in accommodation, jerking up and down to grind her pantied pubis against Susan's as Susan clamped her lusty hps to Ginnie's mouth, driving her tongue deep.
Taunting, teasing until the younger girl panted for breath, Susan becoming possessed, carried away with lust heat. She wanted to dominate this girl, to take her to the limits, maybe beyond them.
Roughly, she shoved Ginnie's sweater to her throat in a fuzzy collar. Ginnie's head rolled from side to side, her long luxurious hair fanning out on the pillow in complete welcome, total surrender to this heated assault.
Susan tore the brassiere away then, thrilling them both, ripping the straps of her fragile pink material as her hands jerked the cups away from Ginnie's breasts. This was the way Ginnie liked to be taken by a man, and the fact that a woman was doing it thrilled her even more.
Ginnie's white bouncy flesh shimmered beautifully, swaying in an irregular to and fro rhythm and Susan closed her hands around them She fondled with relish at the mounds of sleek tit, turning them, pressing her fingers deeply into the resilient flesh, twitching the upper portions of the flesh so that they wobbled about.
"Isn't that what you've wanted, dreamed about?" Susan hissed. "Another woman's hands on your beautiful body, your tits?"
"Oh yes, yes," Ginnie sobbed, her eyes closed in deep ecstasy, her body shuddering beneath the other girl's. Her loins continued to press and rub as Susan shaped her titties.
"Oh, I love it! Please, oh please don't stop!"
Susan had no intention of stopping. She seized a juicy red nipple, twisting it gently around with the fingers of her left hand while the other hand moved to the girl's panties, working the pink briefs over her hips and past her crotch. Ginnie finished the maneuver herself. Wriggling her legs, she fidgeted the little panties until they were slipped over her ankles.
Quickly, impatiently, Susan stripped off her own clothes, leaving only her black panties for dramatic effect as Ginnie slipped off her skirt and sweater. Susan stretched out atop her then and kissed her more passionately than ever, revealing the true depth of her lesbian nature.
Her knowing hands ran down to the other girl's bottom, fondling the cheeks open, delving her fingertips into the warm, dark crease and rubbing them up and down the hot, steamy funnel until they came to the slit of her cunt.
Curling upwards, her forefinger penetrated the slot, feeling its way inside, gently at first as Ginnie quivered and shivered, then suddenly stabbing wickedly in and out, in and out as the blonde moaned blissfully.
Ginnie's body was throbbing beneath her as Susan began to slide her mouth slowly down the front of her body. She paused at each breast to give the pulsing nipples a thorough vigorous suckling and then kissed her way down the trembling flesh of the girl's midriff, past the small indenture of her navel, nosing gradually into her prickly, blonde bush.
Ginnie's feet were drumming violently on the bed in wild anticipation, her thighs fully stretched to expose the raw redness of her aroused pussy. Susan slid her hands under Ginnie's soft ass and lowered her head, closing her hps around the gaping slit and licking very gently, very delicately up and down the tender slash.
With maddening slowness, Susan probed her tongue deeply into the hot, tangy slot of Ginnie's quim. She fondled tenderly at the juicy flaps with her fingers, using, them to pry her pussy open while she sucked it.
Moans of delight, of exquisite pleasure reached her ears as Ginnie felt her sex invaded, as the tingling walls of her cunt Were licked into acute excitement, as she felt the hot lips, hot tongue, hot breath so warm and intimately fused to her cuntal lips, and then Susan seized her clittie.
A little while later, as Ginnie was still wracked from the come down shivers of her incredible, sky-rocketing orgasm, she felt Susan moving above her, until her crotch was directly over Ginnie's face.
"Look at me," she ordered, and Ginnie did, aware that it was her turn now.
The swelling sex lips of Susan's cunt were only inches from her eyes, held tightly in the silken clasp of the girl's panties-a long, thick ridge of flesh that curved from just below the pubis and disappeared beneath the dark half moons of her buttocks. Then, as she watched, Susan began dramatically lowering her panties, slowly, leisurely sliding them downwards, bringing the red, curly hairs of her full triangle into view as Ginnie's head grew dizzy from the scent, the sight, from her own swirling, misty mysterious desire.
"Now you, Ginnie," came the excited whisper, seemingly from far away. "Let's see what you've learned."
CHAPTER NINE
"Laura you really are something else!" Jean laughed. "I can remember that day I came over here a few weeks ago... You were just another trapped, hassled little housewife and now-Cripes, there's just no holding you back. Swinging has really changed you-it sure didn't take long."
Laura blushed again, realizing she was getting a bit carried away. There was something in this woman's presence though, in the pressure of her hand...
"No it didn't," she confessed. "But then I guess it was always there."
"That's right," Jean smiled, gently squeezing her smooth thigh. "All you needed was a strange prick, a nice long one like Andre's to bring it out, eh?"
Laura shivered at the words, the squeezing hand-a strange, exciting fluttering was awakening in her breast...
"Catch a chill?" Jean teased, sensing the moment was near at last.
"No, it's just-ooh, you talk so-sexy," she blurted, suddenly feeling weak inside, finding herself on the verge of something dark and mysterious. "I-I get excited!"
Laura was breathing faster, her titties atremble as her face flushed. She squirmed in her tight wet panties as the hand continued its motion on her thighs.
"Do I really excite you, Laura," Jean asked, her voice heavy, sultry with unmistakable desire... "Y-yes," Laura replied in a whisper as she felt herself inwardly yielding. She looked up then to meet Laura's flashing eyes, her calm smile...
"Laura-you excite me too," the brunette breathed, slowly licking her full sensual lips as she boldly looked down at the luscious display of Laura's thighs, her pantied puss...
