1 Friday Morning 2 Steve And Sherry 3 Pot Luck 4 The Gardener 5 Neighbor 6 Keith Scores 7 Card Game 8 Entertainment 9 Girl Talk 10 Two Generations 11 Fun For All 12 Cream And Sugar 13 Gang-Bang Sherry
CHAPTER ONE FRIDAY MORNING
Barbara Nielson tensed with anticipation as she walked to her boss's desk and handed him the folder he had requested. Her upthrust breasts rose and fell tremulously as she stood beside him and Rex Willard caught the agitated expression on his secretary's face.
The still air of the room was charged with the current of their mutual arousal. Rex decided that it was about time for the first overt move in their little game. He gave the armchair a slight push away from the desk and calmly leaned back in it, fully displaying the pulsing protrusion in his lap. He heard Barbara's sharp intake of breath and watched her expression turn to one of hunger as she ogled the evidence of his arousal. Her moist lips parted and her tongue was darting nervously over the upper edge of her teeth when Rex moved his hand up under her tight mini. She was shivering with delight as his fingertips slid up the sibilant fabric of her nylons.
She hiked the skirt over her full hips and squirmed against his manly caress, humming throatily. Rex massaged the nether-cheeks of her pantied bottom as her plump crotch thrust almost in his face. That was too much for Rex, the little bikini was so sheer that it looked as if her dew-soaked pussy would push its way through any moment.
Rex stood up and Barbara reached eagerly between his legs, fondling his straining organ through the front of his slacks. 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 as sharp little thrills shot down her spine to her moist crotch. The fact that she had already had it twice before didn't diminish the effect of its spectacular size. So stiff and strong, standing between them like a bar of smooth solid iron.
Rex pulled her to him and their mouths met in a hungry kiss, their tongues winding and probing. Barbara rubbed her titties over his solid chest as his bobbing prick ground against her thigh. She was really turning on!
"Gid, you've got such a big one," she panted as their mouths unfastened.
"I keep it in shape, honey. Lots and lots of exercise."
Barbara took its pulsing head in her palm and ran her smooth hand lovingly over its hard length. Reaching below she fingered his swollen sac, lifting and rolling his balls. The feel of all this virility was driving her wild and when Rex slipped his probing fingertips down the front of her panties, she thought she would melt in them. Her breath was coming in little ragged gasps and Rex guessed it had been a while since she had been properly serviced. With no small effort he forced himself momentarily to break the spell of her eager caress.
"Maybe I'd better lock the door," he breathed, grinning, "We wouldn't want any rude interruptions."
When Rex had walked into his office Friday morning, Barbara Nelson, the svelte sleek legged department secretary had greeted him with her usual smile and cheerful tone of voice. But when Rex had returned her greeting, he caught a certain agitation in her manner and a certain look in her eye which warned him that this might not be the quiet morning in the office he had anticipated.
He had sensed immediately that she had the itch in her panties. He had been cooling it with her lately despite her frequent go-signals, but her look today was a little more desperate. She probably hadn't had it for quite some time, he thought. Such were the confines of a lifeless marriage.
As he passed her desk, she swiveled in her chair, fussing with some papers and trying her best to act naturally. Her legs were crossed and she had allowed her extra short mini to ride all the way up her long thighs. Rex caught a glimpse of pink panties above the taut, smoky nylons.
He had paused slightly and, without any attempt to hide his admiration of the display, smiled gamely at her. Her eyes quickly avoided his and her blush completely blew her attempt at a cool. Rex cleared his throat with a deliberately teasing edge and stepped into his office, quietly closing the door behind him. Yeah, he thought, this was going to be something other than a slow day in May.
Rex Willard was a very fortunate man. It seemed he could hardly remember a time when he hadn't been. His darkly handsome face, powerful body and relaxed easy manner gave him the kind of magnetism most women found difficult to ignore. Indeed, one could say his virile figure filled many a fantasy of the fine females of Glenn County.
Of these, naturally, there were some who weren't content to fantasize and who took care to communicate their desire for his favors. Barbara Nielson was one such swinger.
She and Rex had made it twice before, their first time following an office party where Barbara had cornered Rex in an empty room. She was floating on four martinis and wasn't too subtle with her come on. She had dry-humped him on the spot and after the party they sped to a motel outside of town where Rex gave the hot little red-head the ride of her life. She was twenty-seven and childless, a luscious beauty whose hubby's fading masculinity was common knowledge among the swinging set of Ralston Heights.
As athletic director of Glenn State as well as head coach of their championship football team, Rex had it easy in May. The second semester had settled into a quiet routine and summer practice was still a month away.
On this clear, vibrant spring morning, Rex could see most of the south end of campus from his office window. In the distance were the rolling hills of the Ralston Heights area where three months ago he had moved his family into a beautiful new home. He leaned back in his comfortable leather office chair, stretching leisurely.
Rex Willard's good fortune was not limited to matters of sexual prowess. He was the highest paid athletic director in the state, one of its most noted athletic figures and, far from least, a happily married husband and father.
Two months earlier Rex and his beautiful wife Connie had celebrated their eighteenth anniversary, an event which was brightened by the fact that their son Keith was being besieged with athletic scholarships from colleges throughout the state. Remarkably developed for his age, Keith was a champion swimmer and it looked like he was following his famous father's footsteps, and in more than one regard....
Gazing out his window, Rex reflected with a warmly satisfied feeling on the events of the previous evening. Last night, he had returned from work to find his thrilling wife attired in her sexiest negligee and awaiting him with a candlelight dinner.
Her cuisine had been superb, as usual, and desert had been extra delicious. Carrying her to the bedroom, Rex had deposited her in the middle of their plush, master bed and, bunching the negligee at her waist, he had buried his mouth in her beautiful blonde muff as she spread her legs eagerly.
Connie had come again and again as the expert ministrations of his mouth and lips on her vulva and clitoris drew tears of pleasure from her tightly shut eyes. Then, quickly shedding his clothes, he had climbed atop her and bladed her with all the vigor of his athletic body and king-sized cock.
Their passion had been long and intense last night as it had been for the last two weeks following their swap session with the Danielsons of their old Bruce Park neighborhood. Indeed, it seemed that after every time they had swapped, their lovemaking had increased in its fervor and mutual delight.
As neither Rex or Connie had any inhibiting jealousies or moral qualms, swapping proved to be a refreshing source of variety. It had so far acted to increase their appreciation for each other and had removed any sense of personal confinement they might have normally felt from their marriage.
It was sideline affairs with broads like Barbara Nielson, though, which could be dangerous. Although Rex was always extra-careful and discreet about such meetings, he sensed that his wife occasionally suspected him of infidelities.
Connie, though, unspokenly accepted the fact that Rex was what some referred to as "oversexed," and Rex sensed this too. But she knew from his lovemaking that his ardor for her had not diminished....
Rex's mind had continued to wander that morning until a familiar tapping on his office door snapped him out of his reverie and announced the spectacular entry of Barbara Nielson. She smiled, almost apologetically.
"I need to pull some transcripts from the files."
She seemed a little self conscious about her super sexy outfit and a bit nervous as well. Her mini-skirt was so tight, Rex could see the outline of her panties and he couldn't recall a sweater of hers as tight as this one. Her thrusting, high-set breasts had quivered invitingly in the tautly stretched fabric as she wobbled unsteadily on her heels. It felt like a heat wave had entered the room.
None too subtle, Barbara spent the next fifteen minutes providing Rex with a lavish display of her tightly packed sexuality-Trying to appear as casual as possible, she rummaged through the file cabinet near his desk, and took some reports from the top drawer.
Seating herself in an adjacent armchair she leafed through the forms while making an elaborate show of crossing and uncrossing her legs. She occasionally opened them wide enough to erase any doubts in Rex Willard's mind about the current state of her libido.
The hissing and rubbing of the nylon surfaces was having its calculated effect, the curl of his penis in his tight briefs had swollen discomfortingly. Though he hadn't missed a move since she came in, Rex remained relaxed in his chair. His face retained a calm, even innocent expression of open admiration as the pressure in his pants mounted. He was charmed.
If there was any ice left to be broken, Barbara 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 Rex could do to keep from jumping out of his chair and moulding his steaming loins into her backside. He knew she would have melted against him, trembling with the eager pitch of her fever heat. It was then that Rex had called her over to his desk, asking to see the reports....
Now, as he quietly secured his office door, Rex turned to Barbara and watched the effect of his erection register on her face. From across the room it looked like some kind of angry crowbar standing out from his powerful body. She groaned, her fingernails digging into her palms.
"Oh Rex...."
"Hot today, aren't we," he teased. "Oh, I've been needing it all week, damn you!"
Only last night, Barbara had lain in bed massaging herself wildly through her silk nightie, dreaming of her last ride on his big joystick. The thought that she was now about to get the real thing sent another thrill through her pussy.
Her hot nipples tingled fiercly in the confines of her bra as she unbuttoned her sweater. Her breasts thrust out daringly, quivering in the confines of the wispy brassiere.
She undid a small bow in front and her globes bounced free as the bra fell away, her pink nipples stiffening at the thrill of exposure.
Rex closed the gap between them, unbuckling his belt. Stripping his pants and shorts to his knees, he gently lifted Barbara onto the desk top and moved between her thighs, his prick riding up the fiont of her panties. She slid her nylon-clad legs around the hairy cheeks of his buttocks and hunched against him.
As if to savor the thrill of each other and tease themselves to the fullest, they began dry humping in a jerking, sensuous motion. Rex felt her perfumed odor filling his head as she ground her pantied snatch against the underside of his penis. The friction of the damp silk on his taught scrotum was driving him out of his mind.
He felt himself nearing the eruption point. Barbara's legs were clutching him spasmodically from behind, but he managed to squeeze his hand between their bodies and grasp the waistband of her panties.
He pulled them down from her lush feminine bush and felt her shudder of pleasure as the knob of his beating organ prodded her ripe genitals.
"Oooh ... oh God, Rex ... shove it!" she pleaded. "Hurry, please ... I'm gonna pop any minute...."
With all the ease and mastery at his command, Rex slid his thick prong into her moist fluttering channel. He worked it into her in smooth, deft strokes, gaging its power over this exciting, silken female.
Barbara was making choking little cries of lust and her fingernails were digging into his shoulders. He could feel her hot nipples poking through his shirt as her firm breasts rolled against his chest.
He let go of her parity top to grasp her hips and the waistband snapped around his balls cupping them against her and tightening his snug fit in her honeyed pit. Mmm, thought Rex, this is what you call "getting into her panties." The sensation was maddening, but Rex maintained control and began his thrusting motion with an easy rhythm.
"Oooh, Rex...." she purred.
What a piece of nookie this one is, he thought. Had he been taking her for granted or was it out of a sense of duty to his wife that he hadn't followed up on their first two meetings? This was how he liked his sex; a raw, spontaneous eruption of man-woman lust, no qualms, no hangups, no regrets.
Barbara was really getting into it, wrenching her hips roughly from side to side then around and around. Her pantied ass was squirming all over the smooth desk as she gorged herself on his pumping cockflesh.
Rex moved into second gear, serving it to her from his powerful thighs in long deep thrusts. Her pussy tightened on him, their bellies slapping and grinding as her thighs clutched him spasmodically.
Barbara closed her eyes and felt the hot tide of her orgasm mounting in her loins. Rex sensed it immediately and stepped into a fast pistoning motion.
Stroke, stroke, stroke and Barbara was coming so hard she almost passed out, quaking and shivering all over as the flood of release coursed through her body.
"Ah, ah, ah ... ooooh ... oh, oh, oh OHH," she cried, her voice trailing into a tenuous whine.
Her fuck spasms sent thrills up and down Rex's plunging penis and when Barbara reached around and squeezed his balls through the clutching panties, that was all it took.
He drove his organ feverishly and felt his loins explode. Barbara was going off behind her tightly shut eyes as the steaming stream of his sperm ripped into her.
They let the delicious final tremors wash through them. Her legs loosened around him and they panted and panted.
Rex slowly eased his softening cock out of her, untangling himself from her panties. As if in homage, he bent and took in one of her pink nipples in his lips, gently tonguing the throbbing tip. Barbara groaned long and low, smiling contentedly as she opened her glazed eyes.
"Oh lover, you really do deliver," she sighed. "Why is it we don't get together more?"
Rex had already decided they would get together more, but he quickly sensed the need for caution. He knew that Barbara could be quite demanding in her passions and unless he kept their relationship in its proper perspective, that fact could only spell trouble for his marriage.
"We will, Barbie," he assured her, "but don't forget that I'm very happily married, and I intend to keep things that way."
"I only wish I could say the same...." Barbara replied.
She was a moody broad and her expression quickly changed to one of dismay as she reflected on her own sad marriage. Rex had met Grant Nielson once at a cocktail party. From what he'd seen there and from what he heard from others, Nielson had fallen into an unfortunate affair with the bottle. Apparently, he'd suffered some rough setbacks quite early in his business career. Lately, Barbara's tone had become increasingly bitter towards him.
"Even when he's home," she said, in a low distant voice, "he's usually so damn soggy he can't ... he can't even get it hard."
She reached out and took his limp cock in her hand, gently fingering it. Even at half mast, she mused, he's bigger than Grant.
"God Rex, you've got such a nice one. So big ... if only I had one like it every night ... all mine ... damn, if only men knew what a good lovin' means to a woman...."
Rex knew that he was quite appreciative of the feminine response. He sensed that Barbara was sinking back into her gloom.
"Hey," he teased, "isn't that what they call 'penis envy?'"
She giggled, "You bastard, the only one I envy is your wife."
Her insistent caress was getting results; the big tool was stiffening in her hand.
"Oh, lover," she gasped, "he's coming back to life already."
"You see, Barbie," Rex grinned, "you'll get your share."
Her eyes flashed. "Mmmm, I don't know if I can ever get enough of this, darling."
His stalk was standing at stiff attention once again, its purple head glowing with renewed vigor.
Barbara sank to her knees in front of him. Her skirt was still bunched at her waist, her panties halfway down her thighs.
She slid her hands up the back of his legs and squeezed the hard mounds of his buttocks.
Her tongue darted hungrily over her mouth as his awesome muscle throbbed in her face. Her eyes had resumed their dreamy glaze as she leaned forward and slipped her soft, ice pink lips over the crown of his turgid prick.
She drew on him hungrily, sucking like a little girl with a candy cane. His big sugar stick was all her sweet tooth could ever crave.
She laved his scrotum with her fluttering tongue as her fingers fondled his swelling testicles. Barbara was moaning from deep in her throat and the lunging of her lips on his slick staff was quickening in its tempo.
Rex leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Yeah, he thought, just another day in the office ... giving the taxpayers of Glenn County their money's worth.
CHAPTER TWO
STEVE AND SHERRY
"Oooh, Steve," giggled Sherry Marsdale, "I'd hate to be in basketball shorts if I ever got one of those."
Steve Van Evans was already feeling pretty self-conscious about the way his lap was sticking out. At Sherry's words, he colored fiercely.
She slid over in the seat beside him, her movement pulling her tight skirt up to her waist. Steve's car was thundering down a deserted road on the outskirts of town and he felt like he was fighting to breathe. He could hardly believe it, he was going to fuck Sherry Marsdale!
He shifted gears swiftly after a screeching turn, and Sherry slid her exposed thigh against his. There was a bulging lump in his levis. Her plum panti-hose crotch was fully exposed to his fevered glances. She rubbed her titties against his arm, fascinated by the sight of his distended pants. It looked like he was all the man she thought he'd be!
"It looks so big, Steve," she cooed sounding a lot older than her eighteen years. She moved her hand up his muscular thigh.
"Ooooh ... oh, I can't wait ... here let me."
Steve heard the hiss of his zipper in his hazed brain and then Sherry's cool fingers were slipping into his shorts to gauge his steaming prick. The car nearly ran off the road. Steve had to swerve wildly to regain control.
Sherry was bounced across the seat by the force of his turn. A hot flash of annoyance surged through her, the kind she'd been feeling all evening. If I wasn't as horny as I am tonight, she thought, I'd have told him to take me home long ago.
It was their first date and Steve had only mentioned some vague plans about seeing a movie. They had ended up going over to his house where a procession of Steve's friends had dropped by. Steve had a big ego and it needed a lot of beefing up.
Sherry had felt her anger and humiliation increase as the boys guzzled beer and joked loudly. Steve's parents wouldn't be back till late, and they had left him alone with their cellar full of booze. Finally Steve felt bold enough to take the initiative and asked Sherry if she'd like to go for a ride. Sherry agreed, glad to escape the stares of his boorish companions.
Steve was one of Glenn High's BMOC's. As well as being a star basketball forward, he was one of the most attractively endowed males on campus. Sherry had seen him often enough in his tight basketball shorts to become sufficiently interested. She was thrilled when he finally asked her out and accepted eagerly.
Sherry had spent several hours preening and preparing herself for Steve's arrival that night. It felt like she hadn't been laid for months and her excitement was keyed high. After bathing and powdering, she had begun brushing out her long, strawberry-blonde hair. She'd been getting pretty turned on by the reflection of her beautiful body in her full length mirror and when she stepped into her sexiest pair of baby-doll panties, the sensation of the nylon on her cooze had been absolutely delish.
She admired the tight fit of her scan ties in the mirror and started up a bumping and grinding motion in them. She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted a rosy nipple to her lips. Her loins rolled and jerked as her imagination ran free.
She imagined the feel of Steve's hands on her body and visualized his big dong arching up as he stepped out of a jock strap. He had slid over her pantied tummy and she rubbed a stiff finger against the nylon band between her legs.
The thrills raced through her, she felt wild! She needed it tonight! A big stiff one, thick and throbbing!
She pulled a chair over in front of the mirror and sprawled in it. Pulling down the front of her panties, she spread her pussy lips with her fingers and found she could get a pretty good look at herself.
She rubbed the hard little nub of her clittie and her cunt began to glisten with moisture. As she watched her hand in the mirror she was able to detach herself from the reflection and pretend it was Steve who was diddling her and getting this thrilling view of her panties.
She slid a finger into her slippery vagina and squeezed it with the inner muscles of her cunt. She'd been practicing and was getting better. She could hardly wait for a fat, hard cock to massage in this manner. The finger felt groovy and she knew the first poke of Steve's rod would probably put her in orbit.
She could feel her orgasm coming on as her ass squirmed in the leather seat of the chair. Her thighs were quivering and all sensation seemed centered in her pussy. The shivers rocked her body up and down as an electric charge welled and exploded with a bright white light behind her eyes. Her finger pumped madly and the image of Steve's cock reaming her from head to tow soared in her fantasy.
Her head fell back and she could hear herself moaning as the waves crashed over her again and again. She felt like she was sailing out into space, whirling around and around in the darkness.
Her eyes opened in time to see the last twitchings of her pussy. She watched her lower lips open and close in a kind of kissing movement. It looked so sweet she wished she could somehow get her own mouth on it and kiss it back.
Her quickie come had far from calmed her; she was primed for more. But she knew Steve would be on time and she didn't want to keep him waiting.
She stepped into the bathroom and swabbed her pouting pussy with a warm washcloth. Her soaked panties were useless and she tossed them into a laundry basket. To her dismay, she found her lingerie drawer contained only panti-hose. Too many come-soaked briefs lay in the laundry! But she didn't mind, panti-hose gave her a special feeling all their own.
She sat on the edge of her bed as she drew them over her legs and nestled into them. She like the way they moulded her lower body into tight, smooth surfaces. They had a reinforced crotch and when she walked in them she felt like one long, snug sex-sheath.
Sherry enjoyed her ripening femininity and was eager to share it with the strong and handsome young men of her high school crowd.
Unfortunately too many of the strong young men proved to be better athletes than lovers.
Sherry had come to Ralston High at the beginning of senior year with high hopes for the athletic department, one of the most talented in the state. So far, though, the school year had brought one disappointment after another.
Most of the boys she'd dated had been too excited or too naive to give Sherry the kind of poon she deserved. Often they had been too shy to take the initiative and one boy had even protested when Sherry pulled his fly down in the vain hope of getting things going. She had felt like giving up after that one.
Mainly, though, the boys had either creamed their shorts or come too quickly when they had gotten into her snatch. None had the slightest finesse in their love-making and few seemed to understand the nature of a girl's response. The most infuriating thing was that they all seemed useless after their premature orgasms. They wouldn't even give her a finger fuck!
She originally had high hopes for Steve as he had always been a bit more reserved than the others and somehow seemed more mature. At this point, though, the evening had been too similar to a lot of other evenings....
But Sherry couldn't really hold any resentment towards the boys of her class. After all, she had the benefit of a master teacher in the art of love and few teenagers could be expected to live up to the kind of performances she had come to expect. She had grown quite demanding in her relationships with men and it occurred to her that perhaps she was a bit spoiled for her age.
Her earliest introduction to sex had come at the age of eleven. Her mother, Inez, was recently divorced and in the year or so before she met Cliff Marsdale, Sherry's step-father, she had taken a succession of lovers. Sherry had often spied on her mother and was at first shocked and terrified by the strange acts she witnessed. But she saw the pleasure and gratification these men gave her mother and was secretly fascinated by the sight of the long, stiff male weapon waving over her mother's nudity.
Often her mother would take the thing in her mouth and evidently she enjoyed sucking and kissing it. The sight of her mother's animal ecstasy when it was rammed between her legs had a powerful effect on the pre-pubescent child.
Last summer, at age 17, Sherry had her sexual initiation, and she came into senior year at Ralston High floating on a cloud, one that evaporated all too soon. At the time, her family was living in Greenbrae and Sherry had her first summer job.
She was working full time at a department store and was harboring a hot crush for the assistant manager. He was a suave, handsome man in his late twenties and Sherry had seen the kind of beauties he generally dated. He had an easy, very masculine tone of voice and magnetic blue eyes which seemed to pierce to the core of a woman's love nature. Sherry had seen him looking her way appreciatively several times but had never guessed the extent of his mutual attraction to her.
Although the following year would bring her more fully into womanhood, Sherry was far ahead of most girls her age. A tall supple blonde with long rich hair, pouter-pigeon breasts, and full hips, she was somewhat shy and self-conscious. Any many with an experienced eye could see she was a budding beauty, and Dale Singer, assistant-manager of Wilkinson's department store was one of the first to notice.
When it came time in July for the semi-annual inventory, Sherry was asked to work late, since, of all the girls, she had least priority. She was elated when she found out she would be alone in the store with Singer for two nights.
They had spent the first evening on the main floor as Singer took stock of the shelves. Sherry was wearing her tightest mini dress and was at first disappointed when Singer kept things on a formal, boss-employee basis.
His tone, though, gradually loosened up and soon they were teasing and kidding each other. At that moment Sherry felt a strange kind of excitement building in her.
At one point, Singer tried to squeeze between Sherry and a cashier's booth and their bodies had met inadvertently. Their loins had brushed and for the merest moment Sherry felt her firm titties against his hard chest. After that, Singer's usually cool demeanor was noticably strained and Sherry felt her new excitement taking hold with an unfamiliar power.
The next night their work had been confined to the store's small warehouse. The tension was becoming unbearable for both of them, and Sherry caught Singer shifting in his slacks several times. When they were finishing the count on the last items, Sherry called him over to ask a question about the list.
As he stood beside her, the aura of his virility grew overwhelming and she was certain he could hear the wild pounding of her heart. Singer looked up from the list and saw the signs immediately. He pulled her into his strong arms and Sherry melted against him with an explosive sigh. She felt like she was being swept up and away by a tidal wave of unknown force.
He had given in to the animal allure of this beautiful teenager, and the feel of her nubile body in his arms was setting him on fire.
His mouth brushed her lips gently, spreading them as she mashed herself against him. He moved his tongue slowly in and out of her eager mouth, patting her bottom and cuddling her swelling titties.
The gentle feel of his hands on her body was quite a bit different from the rough mauling she was used to. The probe of his tongue in her hot young mouth was turning her to butter. She had never dreamed a man could be like this, she was gobbling it up!
Singer reached under her mini-skirt and coasted his hands over her silky-smooth bottom. How many times had he eyed her young body and wondered how it would be to taste its freshness? His prick was hard as a rock as she rolled against him with complete abandon.
He reached lower, caressing her velvety thighs and fingering the lacy legband of her panties. She shivered and her tongue wound around his in fierce response. Sherry was learning fast.
"Oh, Mr. Singer," she heard herself say as their lips parted, "I've never ... it's....
"Don't worry, Sherry, it's all right," he assured her. "Don't worry about a thing."
He had steered her into a rear office, his hand still moving on her rounded bottom. She was a virgin! He would treat her like the delicate flower she was, but give her the works! He would start her off right. This little girl was something special!
He drew her down on a leather couch and kissed her again. Then he carefully undid her blouse and brassiere, baring her fresh pink-tipped titties. He took one and gently shaped it as her nipple stiffened in his palm. She was all softness and willingness.
She trembled joyfully. His touch was sending erotic spires of delight through her upper body.
The lure of her young thighs was like a magnet. He pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved his fingers along her inner thighs as she graciously spread them. Her panties were skin tight and dimpled right into her moist slit. Singer felt his cock beat extra hard as his caressing fingers slid the wispy briefs down and off her legs.
Sherry was gone-soaring with the awakened ecstasy of her womanhood. At long last she was bared to a man's gaze! Her golden head was rolling on the couch. He could do with her as he pleased.
Singer had hovered momentarily over the glorious sight of her honey-trimmed delta. Then he lowered his head and slowly brushed his mouth over her curly bush. Then he lowered his lips to her moist cunny and his tongue found the pink spike of her clitoris. Sherry spasmed a choking cry escaping her throat.
Her fingers laced in his hair and Singer felt the tremor of her nearing climax. He intensified the efforts of his suckling lips and tongue.
"Oh, good. Good!"
She hit it explosively, her body writhing and shaking with the fury of her girlish passion. There was a note of wonder in her frantic cries of pleasure. Her first time in the hands of a man!
It was through a fog that Sherry saw him slipping off his shirt and pants. His muscular body was more beautiful than she ever could have imagined. The sight of his long, sleek man-prick angling out of the dark fur of his loins fired her with mingled sensations of awe, terror and revenous desire.
He was above her, spreading her legs, his cockhead nosing the tender lips of her vulva. And then she felt him, the smooth powerful stroke of his huge sword.
She nearly swooned as a searing, tearing pain cut through her, but it dissolved quickly into swells of unspeakable pleasure as Sherry became a writhing moaning woman under Dale Singer's driving hips. It was the first of the many magnificent delights he would introduce her to that summer.
* * *
That summer was still lingering in Sherry's mind when Steve Van Evans finally spotted a deserted drive in the pines. There were no other cars on the lonely road, a farm-to-market connection from a broad valley between the hills to the main highway. Steve turned off on a faint track which led deep into an area of thick foilage some distance from the road. Shutting off the ignition, he cut the lights and turned to Sherry.
"Oh, Steve, ... are we ... do you think it's safe here?"
His chest was heaving and she could see the tension in his face. His voice broke as he answered her.
"Yeah, sure ... nobody comes here this time of night."
He slid over next to her and Sherry went to his arms willingly. His kiss was crude and wet, betraying his inexperienced anxiety. She had been eager for the feel of his hands on her body, but his rough pawing at her breasts precipitated a familiar sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.
"Geez, baby," he drooled, "You sure got a nice set a' boobies."
She could smell the stale odor of beer on his breath and the coarseness of his words and voice deepened her revulsion. This was the guy she'd thought so mature! Well, he still had a hard-on, so maybe the evening wouldn't be a total let down.
She unzipped his levis and fished out his erection. He was big, but not what she'd hoped for. She pumped his cock, thankful at least for the feel of a man.
He shoved his hands under her skirt and rubbed the moist lips of her pussy through her pantihose. She was slowly loosening up and turning on.
"C'mon, baby," he breathed. "Why don't we get outside."
Sherry stepped out into the cool night air and glanced around the clearing. She had to admit it was a good spot and wondered how often Steve had been here. He had pulled a blanket out of the trunk and was spreading it over the leaf matted ground. His prick was sticking out of his pants and Sherry felt eager to get on with it.
She stepped out of her shoes and skinned off her pantihose. She was unbuttoning her blouse when Steve grabbed her and pulled her roughly to the blanket.
He pushed her skirt up and Sherry winced at the coarse invasion of his big hand on her loins. There was something in the brutishness and force of his attack that was firing her lust in spite of herself.
She heard him shoving his pants down and suddenly he was wedging himself between her legs. She gasped at the fevered nudge of his cockhead at her cunt. She reached down and guided it into her oozing cooze.
Oooooh, it felt good in there! Her pussy walls squeezed and cluthed joyfully around his hot penis as his weight crushed her to the ground.
He lunged, brutally impaling her smaller body as his gun went off. Sherry felt the hot rounds of his juice spurting into her and tried to meet his passion, but it was no use. She was miles from a climax.
Her revulsion was complete when his wilted dong flopped out of her. A dull, aching nausea slowly filled her as she stared vacantly into the silent void of the starry sky.
CHAPTER THREE
POT LUCK
The rock band was filling the Ralston High gym with the usual roar of amplified guitars and drums. But a quiet tension had spread through the crowd until the stillness seemed to outweigh, in its power, the volume of the music.
The high-school crowd had formed a tightly packed ring around a mere handful of dancing couples. The gym floor, normally swarming with writhing couples, had been taken over. Gene Pucci and his gang of bikers had crashed another Friday night dance.
They had done it so many times before that it was becoming a normal occurence. But the tension and general fear of Pucci's gang remained.
They would saunter in about halfway through the evening, drunk or stoned, monopolize the proceedings for an hour or two and then take off. Although they had been somewhat peaceful lately, and seemed content with having a good time, there had been occasions in recent memory when Ralston boys had been hauled outside and brutally beaten for only the slightest of provocations.
Tonight, though, there was a new sort of attraction. Carol Pucci, a senior at Ralston and sister of Gene Pucci, was putting on an erotic dance show which would have put a topless professional to shame.
Carol Pucci, or "Poonie" as she was often sniggeringly referred to, was not popular among the girls of her classs; most of them feared her, though many secretly envied her. She stuck with her brother's crowd and, with a few other girl friends, shared the gang's booze, dope, and rides.
Tonight her dancing was no act. Earlier in the evening, one of the gang members had given her a Spanish fly. She was starting to come on.
For the last fifteen minutes, her dancing had been mounting in its fury, a torrid ritual of turned on female sexuality. She seemed possessed, gripped by some lust-bent devil who could be exorcised only through the intensity of her dance.
The bank, as instructed by a gang member, was into a long, driving rock instrumental. They kept building and building, whipping Carol Pucci to a steadily higher pitch of frenzy.
She had begun by tearing her bra from under her blouse and flinging it into the crowd. Her large boobs, given free play, bounced crazily above her writhing torso. Now she was rubbing against her partner, locking her bucking loins with his, dry humping to the music.
Keith Willard stood at the front of the ring of onlookers, holding his date, Pam Brewster, close to his side. His powerlessness at this point only increased his anger. He remembered the last time someone had the guts to stand up to Pucci. The gang pounded the fellow to a pulp. Nobody came to his aid.
Keith glanced over the crowd. He could see that Carol Pucci was getting his classmates pretty worked up. Quite a few of them had their hands in their pockets as they looked on tense faced and silent.
Carol disgusted him. He'd dated her once in sophmore year, when he was a horny little sixteen year old, eager to get his hands into some girls panties. Carol Pucci had seemed like the logical choice. Then, as now, she was full-bodied, with big breasts and a sensual face and manners. Not a pretty girl but, for her age, sexy.
Keith had found it harder than he'd imagined to get his hands in her panties. It turned out that a guy not only had to prove himself worthy of Carol Pucci, but of her brother as well. The evening had ended in a near fist-fight with Gene Pucci and, though Keith now passed the incident off as a lesson of horny youth, he couldn't always control his sense of revulsion at the sight of Carol Pucci.
Now, as he watched her, he felt it welling up in him. Carol's partner had pushed her skirt up and was squeezing her pantied fanny in his greasy hands. She had a dreamy look on her face as he gave it to her in front.
The stuffiness and din of the gym wasn't helping the feeling in Keith's stomach. He turned to Pam and saw that she felt about the same. He took her hand and pushed his way through the crowd until they were finally outside the gym.
"Well, if anybody had any doubts as to who's the baddest, swinginest, downright 'heaviest' chick in Glenn County, they're erased now," Pam commented dryly as they headed to his car.
"You forgot greasiest," added Keith, grinning.
He regretted taking Pam to the dance and vowed it would be the last one he would ever attend. Earlier, Pam had mentioned that her parents were vacationing for the week and that the house was all hers. He just hoped she wasn't too turned off at this point. He paused before opening the door of his sleek Pontiac.
"Is there anywhere else M'lady would care to be escorted tonight?"
"No, Keith," she gave him the wispy little smile which held the essence of her charm, "I've had about enough of this town for one night."
"Yeah, me too, Pam, but there's still one thing I haven't had enough of."
He pulled her against him and his mouth met hers in a long, soft kiss. She shivered at the contact of his lips, her tongue fencing timidly with his.
"What are we waiting for," she whispered excitedly, "Let's go to my place!"
Pam was one of the most attractive girls at Ralston High. She was a pert, well-rounded blonde with a real head on her shoulders. He'd dated her last weekend and after a few kisses and feels in the front seat of his car, she'd mumbled something about "the wrong time of month." Keith figured she was bluffing but didn't press his advantage. It was a common ploy; most girls didn't want to feel they could be had the first time out and wanted the assurance of at least a follow-up date.
To Keith it was, in general, an irritating hang-up, all too typical of the high school behaviour code. He played along though, he could wait. Fortunately, he'd established the fact that he wasn't going to be tied down in his dating, so at least the chicks who went out with him weren't after steadies.
What he liked about Pam was that, unlike most of her insecure classmates she possessed a serene maturity in her dealings with the opposite sex. She was ripe and probably quite experienced. It seemed understood between them that the longevity of their relationship was unimportant. If she stalled a little, then, it was all right because there was still a basic sense of freedom between them.
They sped across town until they reached the expensive Brewster household. Pam left him in the living room and went upstairs to 'slip into something more comfortable. Keith made himself comfortable on the plush sofa. The eager-beaver look in Pam's eye when she left the room had his cock twitching. He felt the anticipation swelling in his chest. He was going to fuck this foxy little blonde after all.
There was, as well, a sense of triumph, of conquest. But his satisfaction was that of a male who had found and won a willing partner, not the immature glee of a teenager who knew he was "going all the way." He felt neither conciet or smugness and his anticipation was without anxiety.
He had played it cool and now his patience was working for him. Tonight it looked like Pam was taking the role of seductress and he enjoyed that little game as much as any other. All the same, he was caught off guard when Pam came sweeping demurely into the room clad in the flimsiest and filmiest of nighties.
"You like?" she asked sweetly, seeming not the least self-conscious.
"Why ... yes, absolutely," Keith replied, a bit huskily. "It's really quite becoming."
She did a dainty little pirouette for his benefit. The negligee was the next thing to transparent and through the ruffles around her bosom, the pointy little buds of her braless beauties poked the material invitingly. She modeled pink bikini panties with their lacy little legbands and tan, shiny supp-hose which needed neither garter nor girdle.
"You dig Miles Davis?"
Keith caught himself staring as the name of his favorite jazz artist broke through his senses.
"Who? ... oh, yeah. He's my favorite."
Pam minced over to the high-fi and selected a pair of records from the full bin below.
"He's mine too," she smiled, innocently, "I've got his new one. It's so mellow, you know?"
Keith felt slightly speechless: Pam wasn't kidding around in her role of seductress. She seemed, indeed, to have things pretty well in hand. His cock was getting hard as a fence post in his trousers but he managed to gain his original composure as she crossed the room. The music was starting with a relaxed, insinuous beat, so different from the blaring chaos of the rock music they'd been subjected to earlier.
Pam stood before him glorying in the radiance of her negligee.
"Would you like a joint?" she asked, "I've got some outasite stuff."
"Sure," Keith replied feeling pretty affirmitive about things in general.
Grass was strictly taboo as far as his swimming coach was concerned, but Keith only used it occasionally. He knew it was a lot groovier, and a lot safer, than the booze most of his team-mates bombed themselves with on weekends.
She left the room, her ass bouncing pertly over her lissome legs and returned quickly with a well-rolled joint. She lit the tip with a rather expensive looking lighter and then cuddled up next to Keith. She took a long, deep toke and then passed it on to Keith.
He pulled on it, tilling his lungs with the hot smoke. A few more mutual tokes and their eyes were shining brightly as a warm sensual flow coursed through their bodies. The beat and insistence of the music, the fragrance of the grass and of Pam's perfumed hair and body, the feel of her nestled against him was overpowering. Keith put down the joint and took her in his arms.
She came slithering and writhing into his hot embrace. Their slow sizzling kiss was all it took to burn away any lingering reluctance. Keith's cock was threatening to burn a hole through the front of his pants and Pam's panties were oozing with moisture between her twitching thighs. The all powerful sexual urge had their young, lithe bodies in an unrelenting grip. Neither of them had ever been so completely turned on!
Pam was singing a little melody of delight as Keith squeezed her big, heaving breasts through the sheer nightie. She pulled it smoothly over her head and flung it to the floor. She sank back in the couch and Keith moved over her, mouthing the pink medallions of her nipples, tonguing the firm little nubs.
He moved his arms under her yielding body, sliding his hands down the velvet smoothness of her back and then down to grip the cheeks of her bottom through the wispy panties. He jiggled them gently, rubbing the flat of his hands over them in slow rotation.
"Oh, Keith ... now ... yes now ... Oh lover, you know just what a girl wants!" She reached between them, groping for the bulge of his crotch as he knelt between her thighs. She squeezed his big bundle, oooing and cooing with delight at the hardness and fullness she found there.
She fumbled with his belt buckle and Keith reached down to help. He felt her thighs tense against him as he unsnapped the tab and pulled down the zipper. She shuddered at the sudden hissing sound, trembling as Keith brought her hand to his thrilling secret. Her touch was tentative and timid as she kneaded him through the cotton of his tight jockey shorts.
"Oh, you're so big!" She had to feel it raw and naked! She gripped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them to his knees and the enormous prick bobbed free. She let out a little shriek as it burst into view-a huge root of male muscle, jerking and throbbing over the muscular columns of his hairy thighs! Oh God, he was huge!
"Oh, Keith ... I want you ... please now ... oh!"
He took her nerveless wrist and gently drew her hand to his hot stiffness. Her fingers wrapped around it, exploring him up and down as their mouths met in a wet kiss. His heart beat harder as he felt her eager touch descend to take him below and gently test him.
She'd never had a man as big as this and she was going wild with the feel of it! She gripped his big pole and squeezed it fiercly, causing Keith to wince. She pulled her lips from his to gasp:
"Keith ... dear ... please forgive me-it's so exciting. It's so big!"
He leaned down, planting little kisses on her cheek, her throat, and in that feather sensitive spot behind her ear.
"It's alright, honey," he breathed, "I'm in your hands."
"Oh Keith I want ... oh ... please...."
"What is it you want, baby?" he teased, "tell me just what you have in mind."
"Ooooh, you are big ... you know what I want," she gasped fiercely. "Fuck me! Fuck me with that big thing of yours. Fuck me till I explode!"
He reached down for the little dainties which encased the delicate treasures of her femininity. He pulled the tight pink panties from her twisting hips and thighs and paused. There was a full crop of curling golden tendrils over the moist V of her pussy.
"You're beautiful, baby," he breathed reverently.
He took his cock in hand and moved its purpilish head slowly against her honeyed vulva. She groaned long and low and sank into the cushiony sofa in complete abandon. Her pussy thrills were indescribable! She knew he would take her to heights she'd never dreamed of!
He began rubbing his head against the sensitive bud of her clit and just when she started to feel the go-off thrills backing up her thighs, he shoved home.
Smoothly, ever so smoothly and with the firmness born of the mastery of many beautiful girls, Keith slid his aching tool into her. She gave a muffled choke of pleasure and then a series of hoarse little cries as Keith gave it to her in a quick jabbing motion.
"Arrrhh ... ahhh ... oh, oh, oh...."
Keith clamped his mouth down on hers, his tongue twining and encircling, stifling her scream as her loins rocked violently. Again and again her mighty little gun went off, shaking her with a fury she had never known.
Later they went into the bedroom and Keith diddled her with all the finesse of a champion athlete.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE GARDENER
As she peered through the small space in her bedroom curtains, Inez Marsdale was slowly undoing the buttons of her housecoat. The gardener had arrived early this warm spring morning, just as he had promised. He had a lot of digging to do in one corner of the yard and he was already stripped to his T-shirt.
Inez slipped her fingers down the front of her cotton underpants and probed her tender nest. Ooooh, she felt spicy! She hadn't been properly tended in a while and her field needed a good seeding!
From her limited view of the back yard, she had difficulty seeing the gardener's features but she knew he was the same exciting Latin fellow she'd seen doing Madge William's lawn yesterday. Her fingers moved a little faster in her briefs as she watched him bend his muscular torso to the task. She'd taken one look at that body of his yesterday and that was all she needed to know about his abilities, horticultural or otherwise.
His truck had been parked across the street for a good hour or so after he finished working. Leave it to widow Williams to scoop the neighborhood on a sexy bargain! Inez copied the phone number from his truck and called him later that afternoon. He had a slow, sexy voice with a Spanish accent and was most obliging. Ooooh he was going to be fun!
She finally tore herself away from the window and slipped out of her housecoat and underthings. She stepped into the bathroom and appraised her reflection in the mirror.
Though she was in her late thirties, her essential beauty had lost none of its voluptuousness. Inez Marsdale, nee Inez Primera, had the same hot Spanish blood which so attracted her to the gardener. Her coal-dark eyes and wide sensual lips; her big pendulous breasts capped with large pink medallions; her full hips and thighs and the black, bushy garden of her loins were, indeed, a vintage crop of ripe womanhood.
"Over-ripe!" she thought. "I need a damn good pluckin' and fuckin'!"
She felt a brief surge of resentment towards her husband Cliff. Him and his business trips, she thought, one after the other. She started the bathtub water running and let her anger subside.
No, she knew she still loved him and that he really was the only man in her life. What disturbed her most was that even when he was home he wasn't always up to the kind of jazzing she needed. She knew in her heart, though, that she must accept this; he was an older man and if his virility was begining to ebb, it didn't mean he loved her any less.
Inez settled into the tub and began soaping up her long legs. When she had married Cliff Marsdale she knew he was the kind of man she had always been looking for-mature, refined, with a gentle and warm character. He was an excellent lover and had brought Inez to new heights of fulfillment. He was, as well, an excellent father and provider for Sherry, Inez's daughter from her first marriage.
At the age of seventeen, Inez had married a maverick Hollywood movie director she had met one night in L.A. A tall, blonde Swede, Nick Jorgenson gave his bride the kind of excitement she had missed in her childhood years in a poverty-stricken Mexican family. Sherry was born during that first year and it was soon evident that she bore her father's features.
Before the baby, they had been free to cavort up and down the West coast as Nick tried to make his name in the film industry. But when Inez became pregnant he took a more stable job with a television network and in the years which followed they settled into a contented domesticity.
The years when Sherry was first growing up and attending school were blissful ones, but slowly the happiness began to fade. Nick became restless again and began seeing other women on the side. Inez knew he was cheating on her and decided he wasn't worth the heartache. She was at a time in her life when she desperately needed loving and Nick was failing her miserably. Sherry was eleven years old when they were finally divorced.
In the bitter years before the divorce, Inez had felt a coldness taking root in her. After the court settlement, which left her and Sherry financially secure, she threw herself into the L.A. night life, vainly hoping to fill the emptiness. She took on a steady stream of lovers, most of whom held only physical attraction for her. She was nearing an emotional collapse when she met Cliff Marsdale. He had the patience to feel with her, to understand her and gradually to love her; once again she felt she was living.
As a lover, Cliff was a master of technique and treated a woman's body as if it was an exquisite musical instrument to be played with only the most delicate and refined touch. He was a far cry from the slick Sunset Strip stud set Inez had become used to. Their skills were usually limited to pushing their pants down.
In the course of the last year Cliff had made friends with some couples who were swingers. They had swapped a few times but Inez was too often dissapointed by her partner. Initially, the freedom of the thing excited her; she and Cliff could share some strange stuff without threatening their marriage. Somehow, though, the sessions hadn't lived up to her expectations and now, because her body made demands which Cliff couldn't possibly fulfill, she felt she had no choice but to seek her fulfillment clandestinely.
She lay back languidly in the tub and cupped her shining breasts in her sudsy hands. The figure of Connie Willard entered her mind; it had been there ever since she and Cliff had met the Willards at a block part a month ago. Since then, she had run into Connie in various places about town and one afternoon they stopped to have coffee and a long, casual chat. There, Inez thought, was a woman whose beauty equaled if not surpassed her own. Connie had the kind of man she deserved and Inez felt a pang of envy as well as a distinct tingling of arousal as she soaped her nipples and thought of Rex Willard. What a beautiful man!
She'd had to catch her breath when she first met him-so magnetic, so glowing with virility. Inez knew instantly from his look that he was just as attracted to her when they were first introduced and she wondered if Rex and Connie were swingers. She'd been planning to ask Connie for weeks, but felt a certain reluctance. She didn't know Connie that well; would she be offended, jealous? How did she feel about Cliff? And just what kind of relationship did she have with Rex? It could be a very touchy question.
Then, only a few days ago, Cliff had learned from a friend that the Willards had been swappers in their old neighborhood. Inez knew that CUff was as eager to swap as she and vowed to somehow make a proposal to Connie as soon as possible. But even though she knew the truth she kept putting it off ... well, she'd have Rex; it was inevitable ... oh, and maybe Connie too ... and that big, strapping son of theirs, Keith was his name.
Her hand had slipped between her legs in the sudsy water and she caught herself abruptly. Here she was, daydreaming, when it was waiting for her in her own back yard! She didn't need horny fantasies today. Ooooh she hoped that gardener had brought a marvelous big hard-on along with his trowel and rake-her goodies needed watering!
She rushed through her bath, drying, combing, and perfuming herself hurridly. She chose a pair of bright red panties to bait the bull at the right moment!
She had a new pair of nylons to go with the yellow shift which fit her two sizes too small. Leaving the bottom buttons of the shift undone, she slipped on the panties. They were snug and Inez was antsy. She headed for the back year....
Ricco Lorenzo remembered seeing the dark haired woman eyeing him from her front porch yesterday. He saw her, as well, step out of her car when she returned from shopping. She was rigged out in a tight sleeveless blouse and form fitting white bell bottoms which contrasted excitingly with her olive dark skin. Ricco saw immediately how truly voluptuous she was. She had bent to lift her bags from the trunk and he saw the outline of her panties through the straining fabric of her tight slacks. She had lovely, pear-shaped buttocks which seemed to be caressing each other as she walked up the driveway.
This morning he began his work quietly. When she had phoned him yesterday, he caught some surprisingly heavy vibes. She came on strong in her tone and speech. He knew what she wanted.
"O.K. then," he had said. "I'll see you early sometime tomorrow."
"Yes, marvelous," she replied.
There was a pause and then she said, in a very direct fashion:
"I'll see you too, Mr. Ricco Lorenzo."
When he came in to her back yard he could see she was still asleep but decided not to wake her. There were some dead bushes that had to be uprooted and he began digging vigorously. He felt good today; his muscles flowed and rippled easily as he spaded the hard earth. A smile set into his darkly handsome features as he thought of Madge Williams.
He had come into her living room after his job was finished to collect his fee. Madge was waiting for him on her sofa clad only in her bra and a scanty little slip.
"Ooooh," she had giggled, "Looks like you caught me, Mr. Lorenzo ... please excuse my dress-or should I say lack of it?"
She was not a young woman and there was something ridiculously contrived about her whole manner, but her body retained a lovely firmness which her underwear accented.
She was all giggly and nervous and Ricco decided he would end her awkward charade at the first opportunity. She patted the couch next to her and he noticed she was nude under the slip.
"Here, come sit here and we'll work out how much I owe you."
He sat next to her and she began talking about how nice his body was. He knew she was starved for it. After a few moments she reached out and impulsively squeezed his thigh. He caught her hand in his and smiled into her eyes. Her breath fluttered.
"Oh...." she said.
He pulled her to him, seizing her lips in a hard kiss. She melted against his strong chest as his tongue invaded her soft mouth. He laid her out gently, then, pushing the frilly slip to her stomach. He'd been daydreaming.
"Oh, Mr. Lorenzo...."
A melodic voice cut short his reverie. It was the beautiful Mrs. Marsdale. He felt a bit sheepish; his daydreaming had produced an erection and he was conscious of the bulge in his tight work jeans. He turned and they stood for a long instant looking at each other in charged silence. She seemed radiant, her scarlet lips glistening, her dark hair gleaming and her body and legs gave off the sheen of nylon caught in the soft light of the outside sunshine. Ricco was breathing a bit heavily and his face and neck glistened with prespiration. Inez admired his body with ill-concealed satisfaction.
They were both becoming conscious of the length of their pause when Inez broke the silence with a sudden outburst of musical laughter. He grinned and cleared his throat.
"Good morning, Mrs. Marsdale."
"Hi, call me Inez. I see you're getting off to an early start. I just got out of the sack ... that's a good way to kill boredom, you know-sleep late."
There was no mistaking the invitation in her voice.
"Really, Mrs. Marsdale," he replied, "I can think of better ways than that to kill boredom."
"Well," she smiled, "maybe you'll tell me about some of them. You look like you could use something to drink."
"Yeah, sure! I was going to take a break."
"Beer?"
"Fine."
Her dark eyes flashed and she turned to walk back across the patio. The clinging sheath left little of her voluptuous lines to the imagination. It swelled in the most exciting fashion over the flare of her hips and buttocks; she seemed like the embodiment of desire.
He watched her step across the patio in her pert high heel clogs that drew the eye irresistably to the smooth-arched instep and delicate ankles which flared out into the exciting rounded calves. Ricco Lorenzo had lain with many women, but few had filled his consciousness so overpoweringly as this one.
She returned carrying a tray with two tall glasses of golden beer. He followed the graceful movement of her delicious body as she led him to a chaise and table on the patio. She reclined in the chaise, holding up a glass to him. He took it gratefully, sitting down next to her. As he took a long pull on the chilled brew, he noticed that two buttons were open at the bottom of her sheath.
Inez crossed her legs unselfconsciously and the enticing display of tightly-nyloned thigh started Ricco's imagination going. He drank in her full curves and felt the tightness reassert itself in his loins. Their nearness and the current of arousal flowing between them had resulted in another weighty pause. Inez broke it again, but now her voice was thick with desire.
"Your shirt seems ... ah, awfully wet. Maybe you should take it off. It's going to be another scorcher today, you know."
"Yes," he said, haltingly, "it is, isn't it?"
He stood up and drew the sweat-soaked T-shirt over hh head. He heard a little sigh escape her as his hairy, barrel chest was bared to her.
"Here," she Lifted a faded towel from the tray. "I brought you this."
He slowly wiped his face, arms and gleaming torso. He knew now that she was as excited with his body as he was with hers.
As he resumed his seat, she began chattering about yard work, asking him about other jobs, keeping the conversation running. She sat with her ankles crossed, constantly flexing and stretching a foot as she talked. She chatted on, crossing and uncrossing her legs and, as the sheath gradually slid higher he could see the firm nakedness of her thighs above the hose.
She shifted, her legs parting briefly, and for an instant, Ricco glimpsed her bright red panties.
He must have been staring, for he suddenly became aware that she had stopped talking and, when he looked up, he found her eyes on his. She licked her red lips and her eyes dropped nervously to the swell in his jeans, which was beginning to ache from constriction. This time her voice broke when she spoke.
"Do you like my legs, Ricco ... you don't mind if I call you that?"
They both realized that her bantering note just failed to make it. He nodded dumbly and when he glanced at her look, it was focused on his displacement. As though the effort were great, she reached down to lift the hem of her skirt, exposing the sleek thighs past the elastic tops of the snug nylons to the legbands of her panties.
Ricco's head was swimming; his vigorous workout, the beer, and her little game had primed him and now the scent of her and the throb in his loins had become irresistable. He slid over beside her and slid his arm around her waist. Her arms came around his thick neck as his fevered lips touched her soft and fragrant mouth. She trembled at the shock of his kiss and stiffened when the tip of her excited tongue brushed his lips.
"I like your looks, big man," she panted in his ear as they broke for breath, "I like your feel, your smell, your arms. You're a man and I hope you're as strong with your prick as you are with your shovel."
Her words fired him and he crushed her against him in an iron grip, mashing her hard breasts against his jeans....
...Sometime later he became conscious of her hoarse whisper.
"Let's go inside, now!"
Her panties were bunched at her knees in a scarlet swath and his hand was moving under the lap of her sheath. His bronze cock was sticking out of his jeans like a big, shiny cannon.
He rose unsteadily and helped her to her feet. The bind of her panties almost tripped her as she moved forward and she stopped to strip them off her sleek calves. She paused then for a moment, admiring his maleness. Suddenly she tossed her panties at its jerking head and dashed across the patio, laughing gaily.
"Toro. Here Toro!" she called.
The panties caught on his swollen knob and their silken feel made his cock jump. He plucked them off and ran after her.
Inez pushed past the glass door to the patio and sank to the soft carpeting of her dining room floor. Ricco halted at the doorway, his big body framed there as he watched her writhe her ass into the carpet, her shift unbuttoned to her tummy, her thick triangle of pussy fur pulling at him like a magnet.
He dropped down beside her and fingered her juicy cunt. Inez reached to grasp that big thing she'd been pumping on the patio. Her need for it was a flaming goad in her loins.
She was spasming wildly as her sensation built under his stiff fingers and all at once she was coming and coming; having it like she hadn't in months.
"Oh, I'm coming!"
He laid out her still quivering body and knelt between her thighs. Her little moans of fulfillment were muted, as if they came from a distance ... he dipped his cock into her pulsing softness.
At the heated contact of his rigid member her legs locked around him, driving him to the hilt. He rocked it into her and she was going off again, breathing her ragged sobs into his ear.
A half hour later he withdrew his half turgid body from hers. Her face had a glazed, dreamy smile and little tears of pleasure were trickling down her cheeks from her lidded eyes. He bent and spoke softly into her ear.
"That's one way I know, Mrs. Marsdale, of relieving boredom ... would you like to learn some more?"
CHAPTER FIVE
NEIGHBORS
Inez lay alongside the sleeping gardener as the afternoon sun filtered through her bedroom curtains. They'd been at it for hours; her cunny was still running with his stuff and her mouth was full of its strong flavor. Mmmmm, they'd done it every way.
Her spirits were soaring, a new man had been all she had needed. There was no guilt towards Cliff-you only had one life so why not be good to yourself? She sat up with a sudden impulse. Rex Willard! Oh, imagine what he could do for her!
All that spicy come stuff oozing all over her inner thighs had her tickly with delight. She felt her uncertainty about the Willards dissolve; she realized her part was to get past any initial uprightness Connie might have. She'd call her right now!!
Connie Willard was sunning herself in a deck chair on her patio when she heard the phone ringing. Uncrossing her long legs, she hurried around the edge of their swimming pool to the dining room. She was wearing a tiny bikini and her deep tan was a thrilling contrast to her golden blonde hair. When she answered the phone, she was surprised to hear Inez Marsdale.
"Connie?" came a slightly breathless voice. "Yes?"
"Hello, gorgeous, it's Inez!"
"Well, hi!" Connie laughed, "You sound all bubbly about something."
"Ooooh, bubbly isn't the word!"
"Well then tell me already," asked Connie. "What's happening?"
"Oh, you'll think me horrible if I tell," Inez was giggling like a little girl.
"I doubt it, Inez. I mean, I sort of know what to expect!" The giggles were infectious, and now Connie had them.
"Well...." came Inez, "I had this gardener doing my yard today-a big handsome fellow, you know, and oh, well I was ... I got a little careless, you know, and ... oh, I got deliciously raped!"
Connie was momentarily shocked by the words, but she replied quickly.
"Well, my-my! Tell me about him."
"He's Spanish, you know," gushed Inez, "A very exciting man-he's still here, in my bed, of course. You see, Cliff's been out of town so much lately that I-I just-oh, you must think me horrible!"
"No! I certainly don't," said Connie, feeling a twinge of guilt at the mention of Inez's husband. Connie had just been having a pleasant little fantasy about him out on the patio. She'd been wondering just what kind of lover a diginified, yet dashing older man like Cliff Marsdale would make.
"Yes, I guess it must be hard to have a man like Cliff away from home so often," she added.
"Oh, it really is! He's such a wonderful husband to me. I miss him so much lately, you know? But a woman needs...."
Inez sounded sincere and Connie felt she should assure her.
"Yes, Inez, I know I'd feel the same way if Rex had to travel a lot or something. I know I'd just be miserable ... I mean ... I'd probably do the same thing as you."
"Oh, Connie, you're so lucky to have a man like Rex," said Inez, pressing the subject.
Connie was having slight reservations about that score. She'd guessed that Rex was playing around on the side and though she'd chosen to ignore it in the past, it was beginning to worry her now. She felt somehow cheated ... if Rex, and now Inez, could do it without qualms, why shouldn't she?
"Yes," she said, trying to sound as casual as possible, "well we try not to restrict each other ... but we trust each other too, so nobody worries."
"Yes, I hear you're both pretty free swinging," said Inez, drawing a breath, "Cliff heard from a friend of his about some of those parties in your old neighborhood."
Connie spoke quickly to conceal her surprise.
"Oh, yes ... we had some real fun neighbors ... they...."
"Well, I'm sure they weren't the only ones having fun," Inez interjected, teasingly.
"No, of course we had some delightful times." Connie knew what the next question would be, she'd heard it before. Inez came to the point in an even voice.
"Then what would you think of Mr. and Mrs. Marsdale getting together with Mr. and Mrs. Willard at our place some night?"
Connie's first impulse was the old fear, but the thought of Cliff Marsdale overrode it. For once she could have someone who excited her! She heard herself reply:
"Sounds groovy! I'm sure Rex will go for it."
"Marvelous!" breathed Inez, relieved and elated, "Cliff will be coming back tonight and he'll be here through the weekend. I'll talk to him first, so don't tell Rex yet-Cliff will probably call him tomorrow."
"Fine," said Connie, her own spirits rising, "if all goes well, how about Saturday night?"
"You're a honey! You'll find out that you and Rex aren't the only swingin' swappers in Ralston Heights."
"Well, I'd always hoped we weren't," laughed Connie. As she spoke, she heard a male voice calling Inez from the background.
"Oh," giggled Inez, "seems I'm wanted in the bedroom ... call you tomorrow."
"Bye," said Connie as she heard the receiver click. I can just imagine the kind of stud Inez had waiting for her in the bedroom, she thought, enviously.
What she couldn't imagine and wouldn't have believed was the amount of spunk in Ricco Lorenzo's genitals when Inez went back and sucked him off.
Keith Willard was trying hard to stay awake in his stuffy, Friday afternoon Physics class when Sherry Marsdale walked into the room. She was rarely late and Keith took the opportunity to appraise her long, alluring body as she walked down the row of desks. She took a seat a few aisles over from his and looked across, meeting his gaze. She gave him a smile and a cute expectant look and Keith, slightly embarrassed at being caught staring, smiled back.
The professor was giving a lecture on energy in a voice that was, at best, a boring drone. Half the class was dozing and the other half were doing assignments from other subjects. Keith knew he could pick up the lecture material from the text and slipped into daydreaming.
The subject of energy wasn't far from his thoughts. He had needed plenty of it to win that relay in yesterday's meet with Ralston's crosstown rival, Huston High. He'd picked up an easy first in the breast stroke and free stroke and had to reach back for it to win as anchor man in the relay.
Sherry Marsdale had been in the stands watching and Keith had been surprised to see her there. It seemed that every time he looked up, her eyes were on him. She wasn't cheering or making a lot of noise and didn't even seem particularly interested in the meet, she was simply watching him.
He looked at her now as she sat listening to the lecture with an absent expression. Her legs were crossed and one foot was swinging lazily back and forth. It struck Keith that there was something about her, a mature serene kind of charm, which none of the other girls in the senior class, even Pam Brewster, possessed.
She had come to Ralston early in senior year, a move which is often painful for a teenager since it means establishing a whole new set of contacts and friendships in the space of one year. Sherry took the whole thing gracefully as far as Keith could see.
Although she had quite a few friends, she maintained a certain aloofness to the many cliques which pervaded the class. She dated mostly football players, but Keith knew she had no steadies among them.
It was beginning to dawn on Keith that she was perhaps the most desirable girl in the class, and he felt a curious sort of regret that he'd never dated her. He'd spoken with her occasionally in class, but it had never occurred to him to try to follow up on their conversations.
He was simply too involved with the many girls he had known in the class for four years and this new girl seemed involved with football players and that was all there was to it. As he studied the long curves of her body and the fall of her blonde hair, the idea began to form in his head that maybe it wasn't too late in the year after all....
His thoughts drifted back to yesterday's meet and he recalled, with a smile, the moment when Sherry's mother had walked into the pool enclosure. It was close to the end of the meet when Mrs. Marsdale came swinging through the gate and a rather dramatic silence momentarily overtook the boisterous rooting stands. She sat with Sherry for the remainder of the contest and Keith guessed she had come to drive her home.
He noticed that Mrs. Marsdale also had her eyes fixed on him and that they had a special gleam in them. When the meet was over, Keith glanced over as the mother and daughter made their way through the stands-what a beautiful pair of women!
He knew his own mother was on good terms with Mrs. Marsdale and wondered what kind of gal she was. She struck Keith as the kind of female who would need more than one man to keep her ashes hauled.
The bell abruptly cut short Keith's daydreaming as well as the lecture. The professor had placed some graded quiz papers on his desk and a big crowd of students quickly formed at the front of the room. Keith stretched and sat back in his desk, not especially eager to join the crush. He glanced across the room and noticed that Sherry Marsdale was deliberately lingering as well. He felt a sudden upswing in his pulse rate.
Eventually the crowd thinned out and Sherry, gathering her purse and books, stood up and headed to the front of the room. As she did so, she flashed Keith a brief, coquettish smile and he knew instantly that if he was ever going to make it with this fascinating girl, now was the time for his move. He got up and followed her out.
Sherry picked up her paper and left the room without pausing. Keith snatched his off the desk and barely glancing at it, stepped out into the hallway. Sherry was pushing through the door to the student courtyard.
Keith walked quickly after her, not wishing to betray his eagerness by running. He realized that this was an unfamiliar position for him. The chicks usually come to him and things went pretty easily from there. What should he say to her? At the risk of sounding foolish, he decided to start with the most immediate subject of mutual interest.
"Say Sherry," he called.
She stopped instantly and turned smiling. She had that expectant glimmer in her eye and he knew she had been awaiting his voice.
"Well," he said, slightly out of breath, "how did you do on Stadler's quiz?"
"Oh, I passed," she smiled. "How about yourself?"
Keith realized he hadn't even noticed his grade.
"Uh, to tell you the truth-I didn't even look."
Then both laughed and Keith felt a lot more relaxed. She took things cool and casual and he felt his confidence return.
"Since when have you become a swimming fan?" he asked as they walked on, "I thought you were big on football players."
"Well, let's just say that the football players happened to be big on me and that it took me a semester to find out that the attraction wasn't terribly mutual."
They laughed again and Keith felt his desire for her building. He wasn't quite sure what to say next.
"We have another meet tomorrow, we're...."
"I know," she said. "I was planning to be there."
The unmistakable directness of her tone told Keith that now was the time to make his move. He knew further delays would only be awkward.
"Well look ... are you doing anything Saturday night? I thought maybe we could...."
"No, I'm not doing anything Saturday and I'd be delighted if you could," she replied and they were both laughing again.
"My parents are going to-uh some kind of party," said Sherry, "so why don't you just come over to my place about eight-thirty or so?"
"Great, sounds great," said Keith, elated. Sherry slowed as they reached the parking lot.
"Listen Keith, I might as well tell you ... Dave Jardine had already asked me out for Saturday night, but I'll tell him ... well, I'll think of some way out."
"Well, wait...." said Keith, a bit taken aback, "I don't want to, urn...."
"No, it's all right," she assured him, "I don't really want to think about anyone else this weekend."
They paused and for a long moment, drank each other in with fevered eyes.
"Well," Sherry breathed, "see you Saturday."
"She turned and walked across the parking lot, flashing that smile of hers over her shoulder. Keith watched her pert little bottom swaying under her tight mini-dress. What a woman, he thought! She's got it and knows how to use it! The image of their two bodies entwined in copulation flashed through his mind. He managed to somehow take his eyes off her and headed for the locker room. He had swimming practice and wanted to be able to fit into his jock-strap.
Cliff Marsdale was not the kind of man who liked to rush things. He had the silver-haired good looks of an aging screen star and one of the reasons time had been so good to him was that he always took things smoothly and deliberately. But when his wife, Inez, had hatched her swapping scheme last night he could hardly wait to take it up with Rex Willard. He called him early this morning and found Rex enthusiastic over the idea. Saturday night-eight o'clock-2230 Hillside Court, Ralston Heights.
He sat back at his office desk. It had been a long and tiring week of travel, but the thought of Connie Willard had put some of the old fire in his blood. I may be approaching the autumn of my years, he mused, but a woman like that could bring the summer heat out of any man.
CHAPTER SIX
KEITH SCORES
"Oh Keith, I need you in the kitchen."
Sherry's voice came from the back of the house as Keith sat among the plush furnishings and expensive decors of the Marsdale living room.
"Coming, angel," he called, rising.
He had driven up to her house a few minutes ago. When Sherry answered the front door in the darkened hallway, the porch light had bathed her ravishing body in its half glow. Keith had stood mute for a moment, enraptured with the loveliness of her face and figure. Then Sherry was smiling and inviting him in.
Both were under the spell of desire and the sudden darkness when the door closed behind them was charged with its pull. As they spoke in hushed and vibrant tones the full grip of their passionate, youthful bodies slowly overtook them. There was no need for any hemming or hawing, any hesitation.
She led him into the dimly-lit living room and he saw she was clothed in a silken lavendar mini-sheath, soft and slinky on her smooth curves. She asked if he wanted something to drink and Keith said it sounded like a good idea. He watched the flare of her bottom under the short hem, as her figure receded from the room. Her panties were a simmering shade of purple. A purple panther of passion and lavendar laced delight.
Keith moved through the hallway, now, calmly and without haste. He knew he had found for the first time, a girl who completely possessed him, a woman he would, he must, fulfill. He felt like he was gliding on his feet.
Sherry was perched on a chair next to the sink and below the pinewood kitchen cabinets. Opening a cabinet door she stepped up on the sink in front of it.
"I have to reach up here for the glasses. I'll hand them down to you."
The mini-shift was simply meaningless from where he stood below her. The panties were tight and above the lacy nip of the legbands he could see all her shadowed charms through a clinging purple film. Somehow he retained a remarkable sense of ease and restraint, though he made no attempt to hide from her the bulging knot in his pants.
She reached back into the cabinet and Keith heard the clink of glass as the movement drew the mini-hem even higher over the swell of her bottom. He reached for the sparkling glasses she held out.
"Here," he heard himself say, "Let me help you down."
He took her waist in his powerful hands and she seemed to float down into his arms against him. The sheath slid up to her fluttering stomach and her thighs caressed his to the knees. They froze, eyes flashing to the mould of their loins. Keith saw a sheer purple swath beneath the upleafted sheath.
"My," he breathed, "a lavender lover."
"Yes they go well together ... like us."
Her face was sultry, reverently radiant. Her lips were moist and he could see the even row of her pearly teeth behind their parted scarlet gleam. Suddenly her braless bosom was swelling hard against him. He bent his head and kissed her yielding mouth.
Their bodies were trembling in their surging mold when they wrenched their lips apart, gasping for breath.
"We've got some Portuguese wine," she managed to whisper, "I think you'll like it."
She slid from his arms and pushed her sheath down. Her lidded eyes were fixed on the straining assertion of his manhood. Her breasts heaved as her breath came in little sighs.
She took a bottle from the lower shelf of the cabinet and keith followed the golden glow of her swaying hair as she led him into the living room. He took the glasses and bottle from her as she nestled up to him on the sofa and poured the dark, red wine. They kissed the rims of their glasses and toasted with a gentle clink. There was a certain reciprocal grace, a certain sophistication in their movements which was anything but the manner of high school youths. They had passed that stage when they found each other.
The wind was strong, yet mellow and it seemed to be singing in his blood, dancing in his head. Sherry's voice was a sweet flow of musical tones.
"You're lucky you can swim so well," she was saying, "I love the feel of water around me ... holding me. I feel like I'm making love to some kind of flowing god, you know?"
He knew well what she meant. Swimming was on almost as high a plateau of delight with him as balling. But he knew nothing would match the current of her coursing body.
"Mmmm," he said, "that's just what I feel. It does wonders for the body, all over."
"Yes," she laughed gaily, floating on the red love juice, "I can see water's not the only thing that does wonders for you."
She tugged the waistband of his beltless levis above the lump of his thigh lap, playfully laughing still. Keith was about to set down his glass when he heard her ask.
"Tell me about Pam," she whispered, "tell me how it was with her."
Surprised, he wondered what she wanted to hear.
"Well we were at her place," he said, stumbling, "and we-"
"No, I mean tell me how you did it. C'mon, what was she wearing, how did it start? I'm not jealous or anything, I'm just...."
"Yeah, I know," he grinned. "I am curious-Lavendar."
They giggled and he decided to give her the verbal teasing she wanted. There was no hurry, the game was all in fun, sort of like tickling each other in some secret place.
"Well," he began, savoring the excitement they both felt. "When I arrived she was dressed in black leather boots-to the knees, you know-and she had a black leather bra and real tight black leather briefs. She'd been rubbing herself through the leather with a bronze likeness of my, uh ... guess what ... I'd given it to her ... the statue that is...."
He paused to briefly join her laughter. They were both enjoying themselves immensely. He continued.
"We laid down on the buffalo skin rug and well, she was pretty turned on because, well ... even if the statue wasn't quite as hard as the real thing, it looked like it, you know."
Her laughter was wine light and sparkling and spun his senses with a trickling undercurrent of ardor.
"The first thing I did was to introduce her to my breast stroke. It's a prize winner if I may say so for myself." He paused, "Oh ... would you like a demonstration?"
"Groovy," she breathed, her tongue wetting her lower Up.
He placed his hand on her belly and rubbed her through the silken fabric.
"Well," he said, "it's really quite a polished stroke."
He moved his palm in a polishing motion up her belly and his fingers slid deftly over a jutting breast. He cupped and rotated it, his fingertips heating her to their gentle rhythm.
She slid her arms around his neck, slowly, careful not to spill what was left of her drink. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was opening and closing soundlessly-a goldilocked goldfish, he thought. He bent Iris head in her enbrace, speaking softly into her ear....
"What say we go for a dip?"
"Mmmm," she sang as his hand kept up its insistent motion, "is your breast stroke the only stunt you know?"
"Oh, no," he replied, "I'm also quite good at high diving."
"Let's see what kind of form you have then," her voice sounding, a bit strained as he felt the touch of her hand on his inner thigh.
"Well, first of all, I like to warm up by testing the pool."
"Go right ahead." Her voice had lost its Lightness of tone. She put her drink on the coffee table and slid down into the couch. The sheath was conveniently hiked up to her navel by the movement and Keith noticed a little bow at the apex of the purple panties.
He slowly moved his hand from her breast and down along the front of her body. He dipped a stiff finger into the dimple of nylon between her trembling thighs. The fabric was slick and slippery; Sherry was dewy moist and shivering with joy.
"Mmmm," he murmured," looks good, feels good, now I wonder how it-"
"The bow!" she gasped, as he sank to his knees in front of her spreading legs. "Undo the bow...."
He pulled gently at it and the panty crotch suddenly unfolded, baring her pulsing charms. The lavendar made a lovely frame for her fluffy blonde tuft and pouting pussy. He bent his head, the caress of his breath sending little spirals of lust through her loins and legs.
He lapped her cunt lips and nibbled her clit like a thirsty little kitten with a fresh bowl of cream. His tongue was whipping up a little frenzy of foam as his face nuzzled her pantied belly and Sherry sang out from the cushiony clutch of the couch.
Her joy juice was spicy sweet, a running cup of her body's lust flavor. He lost himself to the brimming hilt, tonguing its rim, sampling her frothy broth. He'd never tasted one so sweet.
He sensed the pulse of her release and plunged his tongue deeper and harder as her pussy seemed to dilate around it. Then her fingers were digging into his scalp and he heard her strangled little cries of rapture. The flow of her honey was thick and hot and he kept his lips glued to her passion mouth as her body exploded in a paroxysm of feverish delight.
He licked and kissed the tender flesh of her marble smooth thighs as her after-tremors gradually calmed. Her panties were soaked with love juice as was Keith's shirt and chin. Her aroma filled the still simmering air of the room as Keith slowly lifted his head from between her legs. Sherry was dazed, drunk, she had never been so high, so dizzy, with lust.
"Mmmm," she groaned, as her gun gave a few final throbs. Keith licked her goodies from his chin and lips.
"Water's fine, baby."
Sherry chuckled at the resumption of their little game. Oooh, she was all hot and sticky, wet and wild, juicy with want for what he still had to give her. She writhed her crotch and smiled down the slope of her stretched out body at him. He was grinning Like the cat who'd eaten the canary ... Oh, he sure knew how to pluck the nest!
"Take off my panties, hon," she whispered excitedly, "and then show me what other stunts you're capable of."
He dallied, teasing her tender inner thighs with his fingertips, feather stroking her sopping puss with his tongue tip.
"Oooh, come on, baby ... take them off ... my panties ... baby, come on. Let it out ... "
He took his time though her voice was firing him. He hooked his finger into the waistband of those inflammatory undies and let them snap against her tensing belly.
"Oh Keith, please ... get em off ... I'm burning up ... please...."
Her need was genuine and Keith decided to oblige. Taking the waistband, he rolled them down liesurely, exposing her bit by bit. He pulled them away from the damp, sticky mound of love, sliding them over her thighs, calves and ankles in a long caress of lavendar nylon.
They dropped to the floor and Keith stood up over her panting, half nude body, between her spread-eagled legs and she looked up at him weakly, meekly. Her eyes focused on the tent-like protrusion in his pants.
"Now, for my last stunt...." he was saying.
He unsnapped and unzipped the levis in one smooth motion, stripping them swiftly down his legs. She saw the tight fitting jockey shorts for an instant and then they too were skinned down his body and oh, oh it was beautiful. A big, bobbing cobra of cockflesh, angry, enflamed. A white pearl of sperm crowned the turgid mushroom tip, which cast a purplish glow in the half-light.
The sight of it had her mouth watering, her stomach churning with a lewd, animal hunger. There was something lascivious, something salacious, goatish about the way it danced hypnotically in her face as it drew her up from the cushions of the couch.
Yes, she thought, he's like some kink of satyr ... a lust satyr. That rigid prong, standing staring from the furry core of his lower body ... Oooh, he would sate her, slake her, make her. And she would suck his big manly mouthful and then when he was ready to burst, take him ... oh yes ... He had played his satyr's song on her pleasure flute and now she would shower his prick-piccolo with her own nymph music ... yes ... oh, yes ... her pursed lips moved closer to the polished flute.
Keith felt the touch of her lips on the tender tip of his turgid corona and looked down to see it slip noiselessly into Sherry's mouth. Her tongue tip found the little hole on his head and probed, drawing the drops of his brimming semen load into her mouth.
He felt her hands on his calves and thighs, kneading the hard surfaces through the thick, dark mat of his curling body hair. His huge mouthful of cock, the pungent odor of his arousal, and the surfeit of maleness of her clawing fingers found in his rock solid muscles were driving her wild. Her greedy, seeking hands slid up his thighs and found his bloated balls in the pubic undergrowth, squeezing and jiggling the heavy sperm sacs.
God, he was hung! Her mouth moved faster on his ramrod hard-on. Her lips slipped back and forth over the gorged crest, her tongue laving the long scrotum, her fingers moving lovingly on his testicles ... her nostrils flared ... her eyes squeezed shut ... her breath choked.
He had stiffened taut as a bow, buttocks quivering as the sensation swamped him. His hands found her bobbing, golden head, and he ran his fingers through her silken hair and caressed the sensitive wisps behind her ears. Suddenly her movement slowed and she was mouthing his tip with a feather soft touch. Keith gave an involuntary cry of pleasure and his prick jumped with steel hardness. He felt the pressure steadily increasing....
He gently but firmly pulled her head away, lifting her to her feet by her armpits. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes glazed, her mouth smeared with lipstick, semen and saliva as he pulled her against him. She moaned and hunched her hips as his powerful prod slid against her bared crotch.
The next thing he knew, her sheath had fallen away from her long, gleaming body and her pink tipped breasts were bouncing in front of him. They sank slowly to the floor as his lips found a turgid nipple. She pumped his penis, tight-fisted, squeezing and he growled hoarsely.
They squirmed and squealed in their animal embrace, hands rubbing, probing, kneading, pinching. He took her by her slender shoulders and laid her out on the soft carpeting and she saw the arch of his huge glowing cock as he knelt between her thighs. He nosed his knob gingerly against her puckered pussy and Sherry felt like she was on the crest of a wave which had only begun to gather force.
He slid the gorged length of his coveted cock into her body and Sherry screamed with pleasure-pain she'd never known. He buried it to the hilt in her streaming cunny, the crisp mats of their pubic hair grinding entangled as he filled her with his heat and steel....
CHAPTER SEVEN
CARD GAME
Originally, the swappers were to met at the Marsdale's. But, when Inez learned that Sherry had invited Keith over for Saturday night, she quickly phoned Connie and plans were made to have the affair at the Willard's. Inez was dying to see their beautiful new home and the thought that she and Cliff would be pairing off there added a sinful excitement to the whole thing.
Connie Willard was sitting by the dining room window when the Marsdale's drove up at eight sharp. She could see they were impressed with the expensive spread of the front yard as they walked to the door. At the sight of Cliff, her heart fluttered. It seemed like months since she'd first met him at a block party and though he'd been constantly in and out of her thoughts since then, he now seemed more handsome than she remembered. She called to Rex and in a few moments they heard the chime of the doorbell.
Rex had been getting a hard-on all day at the prospect of screwing Inez Marsdale. For some reason, when he'd first met the couple, swapping hadn't occurred to him. Since their last few swapping experiences swapping had been rather ordinary, he and Connie had hardly discussed it. The few acquaintences they'd made among their neighbors were of the upper class, "highly respectable" type and, on the basis of this, he simply assumed swapping was "out" with the Ralston Heights set. He'd gradually begun to think of it as a thing of the past.
Inez had struck him as a first rate beauty and he knew that Cliff probably couldn't give her enough to keep her from straying. She fairly exhuded sensuality and when they were introduced, the seductive gleam of those dark lashed, Latin eyes was inspiring. He liked Cliff; a straight forward, warm, no-bullshit type of guy. But the Marsdale's hadn't struck Rex as swingers and when Cliff had phoned him, he guessed immediately that Inez was behind it. Such delightful surprises occurred often in his life.
When he answered the door, Inez's hot look struck him momentarily dumb, but he regained his poise quickly enough to greet them like a proper host. Cliff looked turned on too, and Rex was glad he would have Connie. He was thinking ahead; Marsdale just might be the guy who would please her enough to make a return bout possible.
Both couples were dressed casually, although the women had spent a few hours preening themselves. Rex was dressed in a tight fitting sport shirt which showed off his powerful arms and Cliff was wearing a stylish tan turtleneck sweater; both wore tight fitting slacks.
Inez had on a pair of tight navy-blue bellbottoms and a tight cashmere sweater while Connie was rigged out in a matching pink blouse and mini-skirt which set off her blonde hair alluringly. Inez was braless and Connie had on one of those half bras; her nipples were poking seductively in the thin blouse. Her attraction to Cliff was evident right away.
The swap-mates were eyeing each other with ill-concealed hunger as Rex led them to the living room. They draped themselves restlessly on the expensive furniture and an infectious excitement swept the room. Hang-ups and personal reservations dissolved quickly as they exchanged pleasantries and laughter. Both couples were pros at the game and both sensed that, at long last, they'd met their match. Rex volunteered to mix the drinks while Connie suggested a brief tour of the house. As they left the room, Rex admired the tightness of Inez's bellbottoms on the dazzling lines of her lower body; the outline of her panties cut a cute frame for her curvy bottom. He noticed that Cliff was following Connie's feline flow with equally avid eyes.
When he returned with the drinks, Rex was surprised to find that Connie had made the first move. She was seated next to Cliff on one of the twin sofas while Inez waited for Rex on the other. She looked at him approbatively, but Rex had a grin one his face as wide as Cliff's.
They sat for a while discussing their views on marital sex-its real problems, restrictions and responsibilities. They all seemed agreed that when discretion was used and jealousy overcome, swapping was one of the most rewarding forms of enjoyment for a married couple. Their mutual confessions showed that they shared the same liberal viewpoint-namely, whenever possible, "if it feels good do it!" The drinks went quickly and Rex provided refills as fast as the glasses emptied.
Cliff ventured that he thought such discussion made everyone a lot looser. Connie proved his point with bluntness that was unusual for her.
"What's there to discuss, anyway?" she asked.
There was a short silence followed by a loud chorus of laughter. Rex saw that everybody seemed pretty excited and moved to adjourn the meeting. Connie went over to the stereo and asked if there were any requests.
"Something slow," said Inez, nestling against Rex's muscular arm.
Connie put on a mellow, rolling jazz number and wiggled her hips at Cliff while Inez pulled Rex off the couch. She glanced at his tight slacks and knew she would get a real eyeful of cockbulge when he got it up.
Inez rotated her belly in a tight circle against his as he slid his big arms around her waist. She lifted her crotch as their thighs rubbed intensely. Oh, she just couldn't wait to find out what he had between his legs! It wasn't long before she felt the swell of his big plunger against her thigh. Inez shifted her hips accomodatingly and rubbed where it was sure to do the most good through the clinging V of her bellbottoms and panties. Oh, he had a monster.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, "You must have been a great football player-such a lovely big goalpost!"
She giggled softly as Rex boldly fondled her squirming bottom, heating her up front and back.
"Right," he said, "lots of touchdowns."
Connie was getting her share of ginny panty fun too. Cliff had worked her skirt up slowly as she danced and was giving her the same groovy groin play. Her pink panties were real tight and smooth and so sheer she quivered with shock when Cliff slipped his hands over her fanny. Her face was flushed and Cliff could hear her little sighs as he gave her a dry workout in time with the music. He whispered exciting little things in her ear as her titties mashed against him and his swelling prick slid sensuously beneath the bunched skirt.
"Oh, my!" she breathed, rapidly losing control, "Oh, oh, that's just wonderful."
In all too short a time, the record shut off and while everyone stood around panting and drooling, Connie wished she had put on more. Everyone was sort of wondering just what to do next, or, rather, how to go about doing it when Rex came to the rescue. He liked the way things were going, and could see his wife did too; he had just thought of a real good way to build things up.
"How about a little round of swap poker?"
"Anything like strip poker?" asked Cliff.
"Right," Rex grinned at Inez, "swap-strip!"
"Groovy!" bubbled Inez eager to get that big thing out of his pants, "break out the dick, I mean deck!"
Everybody laughed gaily, drunk on gin and the scent of warm poon.
"Say, Freudian slips count as a winning hand for your partner!" said Rex, banteringly. He didn't expect her to call his bluff.
"Skirt or sweater?" she grinned, eyes sparkling.
"Hey, no fair!" chided Connie, "You've got less clothes on anyway!"
Inez blushed as all eyes moved to the braless quiver of her big breasts in the tight sweater. She was secretly proud of her titties and her nipples stiffened with delight at all the attention they were getting. Oh good, they felt good in the cuddly sweater--yeah she could wait!
Connie moved the coffee table in front of one of the sofas and Rex brought in a pair of chairs and a deck of cards from the kitchen, flanking the chairs at the table's ends. Then he pulled up a hassock facing the couch.
"O.K." he said, straddling the hassock, his cock hard in his slacks. "Face your partners!"
Inez took the couch across from him and Cliff and Connie squared off in the chairs. Rex drew a pack of cards from a mahogany box on the coffee table.
"Kings and Queens wild," he said, "Speeds things up!"
"Say," mused Cliff, "I wonder if your son and our daughter are having as much fun as us?"
Connie and Rex exchanged quick glances and laughed. Their son's coinciding date with the Marsdale girl had completely slipped their mind.
"I'm sure Keith won't have any trouble," Inez giggled, "I hear he takes after his father."
"Well," grinned Rex, "I'm sure we know who Sherry takes after."
He shuffled and dealt swiftly.
Connie Willard trembled with delight as she saw her hand held two queens and two aces. She knew she had the first winner! Oh, wow she was all ginny and excited! She'd worn her mini just so she could show off those little panties of hers and was prepared to provide Cliff a pink eyeful anytime he decided to look. She kept spreading her knees, giving him a wide shot of her vista. His eyes fairly popped with delight and Connie knew he could see all she had and that he loved it!
His groovy dance step had her so hot that she could hardly look at him without feeling she was going to cream her panties! Cliff kept smiling brazenly at her with those piercing steely eyes of his and she knew he was getting pretty steamed up looking at her panties between her legs. His rod had formed a lovely, long ridge on the inside of his pantsleg.
She showed her hand. She had heard her gin-thick voice telling Cliff to take off his turtleneck. He whipped it off and that almost did it for her. The dark mat of hair on his broad chest and spare stomach was a thrilling contrast to his silver-gray head.
Connie had to squeeze her thighs together tightly to keep from having one right there. She knew if she did, that she would be shamefully out of control-probably cream and goo all over the coffee table, she thought. Wow! She hadn't felt so shivery slippery in ages! This strip thing was really turning her tap on full blast!"
She waited impatiently as Inez teasingly played two successive winning hands; she had Rex first take off his shoes then his socks.
Then it was Cliff's turn to win and Connie felt her heart flitter when he told her to take her blouse off. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as her shaking fingers undid the blouse from behind and her titties strained the material in front daringly.
Then the blouse was slipping into her lap and her half bare beauties were exposed. The lacy black bra covered only the bottom slopes and the creamy white mounds thrust out invitingly. Her rosy pink nipples were throbbing so hard she was dizzy! She could see Cliff was having a hard time keeping himself from reaching across the table and....
When Rex had first suggested swap-poker, Connie's initial reaction had been one of self-consciousness. Even at their other switch sessions, she had never undressed for more than one person. But beneath her apparent embarrasment at this role of stripper was a powerful stirring of excitement, enhanced by the presence of another woman and her own husband.
Under her refined exterior Connie was a secret exhibitionist. When she was a well-developed sixteen years old she would dress and undress in front of her open window, directly facing the bedroom window of a handsome widower next door.
Oh man, was it exciting! She would turn on the light and mince around in her bra and a tiny pair of transparent panties she'd stolen from a downtown lingerie shop. She'd seen the pretty panties on a shiny gold mannekin in the shop window and knew they were just the thing for her pleasure peep show. She didn't get much money from her parents so she was resolved to steal them. One day she went into the store and began dawdling in front of the slip rack.
She saw the panties on a counter near one of the dressing rooms, so she picked out a slip and asked the sales lady if she could try it on. As she headed towards the back, she snatched the slip.
Her heart was throbbing as she drew the curtain of the stall, but she knew they hadn't see the theft; it added to her excitement as she admired the panties. She wore nothing under her skirt so she just stepped right into the whisper sheer things. Mmmmm, they fit her real tight!
She had put the slip back and left and as she walked down the street they had felt so snug and slinky she almost creamed them on the spot.
And so, every night and sometimes in the morning too, she would open her curtains and parade around in her sexy underwear until her legs started trembling. Then she would draw the curtain, lay back on the bed and diddle herself until she almost passed out from pleasure.
She knew the widower watcher her every movement. Furtive at first, she would only see a single, uplifted blind. Then, he became bolder, drawing up the blinds and leaning against the window sill. Sometimes he would even take off his shirt.
Connie had never acknowledged his presence, carrying on as if he wasn't there, while his eyes devoured every movement of her young body. She was careful to avoid him when she knew he was around, but she watched him on the rare occassions he was outside caring for his house and yard. He was handsome and when she played with herself, she fantasized it was him with his hands in her panties. Mr. Peterson was his name. Oh, she had dreams about Peterson's penis.
One night, when she was clad in only her panties, giving her titties a little jiggle as she strutted, she noticed him in his window-naked! She paused, pretending to be looking in a hand mirror and stared. He was grinning at her.
She went into a jerking little dance, writhing her crotch at him while she cuddled her titties. It went on like this for weeks: they would face each other and play with themselves until he started spurting all over the window pane. Then Connie would he back and finish herself off. They were never discovered.
One afternoon she was lying in the back yard sunning herself in a little bikini when she heard a voice from the adjoining yard. It was him, looking over the fence and calling to her. She was terrified at first, she had thought he worked during the day. What should she say, what would he do?
Her mother and father had gone to the city for the day and he must have known for he bounded over the fence and came towards her. He was wearing a pair of swimming trunks and she could see the protrusion of his thing. She rolled over alarmed.
Her parents were strict Catholics and had filled her with all sorts of strange and forbidding notions about sex . ... She had never seen one this closely ... it looked oh, so big!
He had spoken to her in soothing tones, he liked her body and thanked her for the swell shows. Then he was kneeling down and fingering her swim top; she pulled away frightened. Come on, he said, he'd seen them so what's wrong with up close?
She had started to get up, but he had forced her down roughly on her back and worked his body between her Hailing legs. She saw his face above her twisted with fierce consuming lust, felt his hot breath on her neck and suddenly the weight of his penis was wedged against her swim panty.
She went limp in his grip and looked down as he whipped out his long, throbbing weapon. He fucked her savagely, and she could recall the rending pain mixed with the incredible sensations of pleasure before she blacked out.
That ended her little performances. Her private shame and guilt were overpowering and she became once more the refined young lady her mother wanted her to be. Then she met Rex and he opened up the gates of pleasure to her, but there remained that side of her, dormant, supressed, concealed, but always tempting her to let it through, to let it show just a little-just a peep.
Now, as she sat facing Cliff, her titties thrilling, the unexpected fulfillment of her forbidden hungers titillated her in a deep, secret place and she reveled in it. Cliff was dealing now and he must have stacked the deck because she pulled out another winner. Cliff's slacks slid down and his prick was pointing like a bird-dog in his blue silk boxer shorts.
Inez scored with Rex and he too was bare chested. Then it was Rex's turn with Inez and her big, shining breasts burst out magnificently as the sweater went over her head. Connie felt a strange effervescence. She had never been this close to another woman's breasts and oh ... there was something thrilling about it!
She was still looking at them when she heard Cliff telling her to take her skirt off. She had been completely oblivious to the last hand, which she had won.
It was her big moment, the one, perhaps, she'd always longed for in all her years as the serene sophisticated lady of a successful man. Her pan I y-fantasy come true! She was keening all over with her private pink-kini pleasure, little currents of joy shooting through her as her skirt dropped to her ankles ... the front of her panties were soaked and, oh, everyone could see!!!
She was standing, dazed and dreamy, staring at Cliff's cock poking right up at her, pointing, when she heard Rex's voice.
"Maybe you two should finish elsewhere," he said, beaming, "Why don't you and Cliff use the bedroom, hon, we'll stay in here."
She didn't care that her husband had his eyes fixed on Inez Marsdale's big boobs when he spoke to her. She was led from the room, as if in a trance, by a drooling Cliff Marsdale.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ENTERTAINMENT
Cliff Marsdale softly shut the door of the luxurious Willard bedroom and turned to face Connie, his pleasure snake bobbing and slithering under the satiny thinness of his blue shorts. He was a secret dandy and liked the way he looked and felt in his underwear almost as much as Connie.
She waited at the foot of the bed in her bra and panties, shuddering with anticipation. She had never been in this bedroom with anyone but Rex and now this silver eagle of a man was coming towards her, his big beak bidding with desire. Given free sway, her needs and emotions ran rampant and she was reveling in an excitement of lust she hadn't known since her days as a teenage exhibitionist.
"Oh, baby," he was saying, "You're exquisite."
"Oh, Cliff," she effused, "Oh., .you don't know. Oh, come now, I can't wait any longer."
He took her hungrily in his arms and his lips surged against hers. Her mouth was a soft, hot delicacy as his serpentine tongue stabbed and probed its lusting walls. She pressed her mound against this swollen organ and sighed with pleasure as she felt his hardness through his silk and her nylon. Cliff dipped his big hands in the thin panties and slid his fingers over the smooth surface of her firm buttocks. He gripped the soft undersides and lifted her, rotating her mound against his cock. She groaned, her mouth slackening, her tongue sliding around the surface of her lips.
She felt his big hand on her tummy, working itself under the waistband of her briefs and plunging down between her thighs as they parted before his probing fingertips. He wiggled the wet little pip of her clit wondering how it would taste and then he plunged his finger into her moist cavern and she sank to the edge of the bed, quaking with abandon.
He knelt over her, caressing the alabaster beauty of her thighs, tickling her clit through the wet panty crotch, hooking his fingers under the lacy legband and then slowly drawing down her drawers. She was almost delirious with pleasure at his technique, feather light, titilating, sensitive, yet direct.
Her face was flushed with pleasure as he peeled off her panties, slowly slipping them along her thighs and calves, leaving them dangling uselessly on her left ankle. A kind of delirium of lust had overtaken her as she lay revealed to this man. She groped between his legs and he trembled as she clutched his swollen cock through the silky thinness of his shorts, squirming and spreading his legs to accommodate her searching fingers.
She found a button and undid it, his hot prick leaping out at her. Her hand dipped inside hungrily until her fingers located the heavy sac of his testicles. Oh, how Connie wanted this big cock! She crooned a little tune of rapture as she stroked his polished harpoon. Ooooh, it had her pretty little clittie hard for his poon!
She felt him pulling out of her grasp, sliding down to kneel between her spread eagled legs as she lay at the bottom of the bed. His lips were nibbling gently down her body and when they reached the wispy blonde tendrils of her pussy bush, her eyes shut tightly and she shivered deliciously!
Rex sat facing Inez with a big hard-on displacing the lap of his tight flannel slacks. His tongue was darting over his lips as he eyed the bright coral medallions of her nipples, hard and swollen with desire. He felt his tongue and prick harden at the exposed beauty of her breasts; he had never been so primed for another man's wife.
Rex was a man used to having really cute chicks wet their panties the minute he walked into a room and who simply had to wait until they came on. But when he had greeted the flashing dark eyes of Inez Marsdale in his doorway, his cock had swelled instantly. The bellbottoms fit her like a second skin and her breasts jutted daringly in the clinging sweater. There was no mistaking the reciprocal hunger in her eyes as they travelled boldly over his thickly proportioned frame. The mutual realization that they would soon be nude to each other in a process as simple as walking through a revolving door had them both squirming in their pants.
She had a kind of excited look in her eye, as if to say "C'mon, let's hurry and fuck," and she kept directing it his way. They were both alive with arousal, caught in a crosscurrent of oral-genital craving which had them charged to an unusually high pitch. Both of them had experienced an abundant variety of lovers but here there was something special, a shared sense that each had found what they'd always sought.
He had really given it to her when they danced and she'd started murmuring little obscenities in his ear as her lush body ground against him, telling him how she wanted it. While Cliff and Connie went at it, he had reached down to fondle her bottom. She hunched herself harder against his prod as rich thrills fanned out from her pussy. He heard her little cry and her arms circled his neck as she spasmed against him, gasping and panting through her thing.
"Man, oh man, you don't waste any time, do you?" Rex breathed as she sagged weakly in his arms.
"You keep that up big man and mmmm ... I just might pants you right here," she hummed, throaty with lust.
Inez was floating on four ginny drinks and her pussy itched so bad in her tight slacks that she was trembling uncontrollably. Her fuck session with the gardener a few days ago had only whetted her appetite and she felt like she'd been waiting for Saturday night for months.
She liked men with big, long pricks and she really knew how to work one over; hands, mouth, pussy, the works! The heat and resilience of a man's body, hard and strong, could drive her to wild, depraved acts of lust. In a sense she was orally obsessed driven by an incurable cock fever.
Inez had lost her virginity early to a lusting half-cousin but a gang rape at the age of fifteen had left a powerful mark on her sexuality, initiating her into a realm of dark urges and cravings.
At the time, her family was living in a small town north of the Mexican border which was regularly taken over by sailors on leave during weekends.
One drunken night, three big strapping brutes in tight bellbottoms caught her on the street and dragged her into a long back alley. They told her she'd be killed if she screamed and one by one they bore into her body, draining the pent up lust of two months at sea. A second and then a third time they banged away at her, leaving her limp, half-conscious, and bloated with sperm. Their pricks had seemed as big and hard as baseball bats and she had enjoyed it completely.
She began to make deliberate attempts at seduction, lingering on the streets, wearing thin little dresses and no underwear. Usually she cornered and drew them into a deserted alley or garage where she would blow them and, if they had anything left, let them fuck her lissome teenage body. She courted disaster until one night her head was battered into the cobblestone in a drunken fury.
As she grew older, she found she could have all the handsome young men she wanted without having to resort to street walking. But there was something lacking in their clumsy courtships; an elemental rawness which had become a biological need with her. Her husbands had been men who could provide this quality, but only for a brief while, and gradually her obsessions faded into the background of her nature. Now, sitting half-nude before Rex Willard, she felt all the old appetite swelling up from deep inside and knew she was capable of anything.
Each had accepted the inevitable meaning of the other: that of the conqueror and the conquered. The way his eyes devoured her breasts, telling her that he wanted to slip off her panties, to kiss and caress the burning lips of her vagina and then to gorge her with his straining swollen cock! Oh, she wanted to do all kinds of things to him-before she let him dominate her completely.
When Cliff and Connie had left the room, Rex made a motion as if to get up.
"No," hissed Inez,. "Let's finish our game."
Rex had been a little surprised, but he obliged her-if a gal wanted to be tantalized, why not! Besides he was getting pretty worked up himself just sitting there. He shuffled and dealt another hand. Inez scored again and he took off his shirt as she sucked in her breath. Then it was his turn to win.
"O.K. gorgeous," he grinned, "let's see what's under those bellbottoms."
Her big sloping tits and the full measure of her shapely hips seemed even larger as she stood up. She reached for the zipper on her hip and then she was skinning the pants down and stepping out of them. He was startled to see she had worn a smoky pair of supp-hose under them. The panties were snowy white with a little red ribbon and the dark patch of fuzz visible under the sheer layer of fabric had his tongue and prick harder than ever.
The nylons were a touch Inez added for such special occassions. They got her all turned on under a pair of tight slacks and she liked having them on when she balled. She knew their special friction on a man's legs and buttocks brought out that extra little edge of carnal vigor.
She sat back down, secretly pleased, and Rex caught a certain glint in her eyes as they dipped momentarily to his crotch to gauge the effect of her exciting underwear. He was glad when she won the next hand and he could free himself from the confining slacks. It looked like he was hiding a cornstalk in his tight cotton jockey briefs and Inez simply stared fascinated.
She pulled a king and two aces and Rex felt like he was swimming through a red haze as he stood up and reached for the waistband of his shorts. But Inez was also getting to her feet and he heard her hoarse whisper.
"Wait, let me," she commanded, her pink coned titties trembling with the force of her desire, "I've been waiting to meet this fellow for a long time."
Rex pushed the coffee table to the side and Inez stepped in front of him, her gaze riveted to his swollen devil's root. He could feel the heat of her body as she slowly lifted her moist palms and sensuously shaped them on the hard surfaces of his chest and torso. She eased her hand over the edge of the straining cotton fabric and she was mouthing obscenities again, panting with need. Her fingers dug roughly into the waistband of his shorts and she shoved them to his knees. His head was spinning and he heard a desperate little cry of passion as Inez sank to the floor.
His erection bobbed inches from her face and her mouth hung slack, flecked with foam, her face a twisted mask of lust. It was the largest organ she'd ever seen, a huge scepter screaming to stab between her oozing thighs and plumb the depths of her throbbing sex pit with its dark knob until she shrieked with the ecstasy of it.
She wrapped her fingers around the thick tan barrel and gently massaged its head. Rex was soaring, floating and his body shook with her thrilling touch; he felt for a moment she might lift him off the floor. She was jerking it up and down as if it was a hydraulic jack; her legs were close to buckling.
Inez was manipulating him in a frenzy of joy; she wanted to fondle it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, anything to return the passion that was soaring through her system. Her hand was gentle yet aggressive as she explored his swollen length, urging it to swell even harder and longer with her feather touch until she knew it was aching for her lips.
A shiver of pleasure went through him when she cupped his buttocks. She slipped her mouth over him in a smooth, quick motion that took his breath away with its pure aggressiveness. In a frenzy, she gorged hereself with it, sucking with strong deft movements of her head, her tongue a winding, slithering pleasure serpent, swirling over his tender knob. Her fingers were probing the recesses of his crotch as her nostrils flared with his man odor.
Her mouth was moving faster and faster, her fingers teasing his testicles and tearing at his thick pubic bush. Thrill after electric thrill shot through him as her mouth sucked and tortured his organ and her fingers clawed at his balls and buttocks. His hands locked around the raven crown of her hair and his hips began to undulate, increasing the already urgent rhythm of her plunging mouth.
Inez felt the honeyed stings spreading in her pussy and suddenly she was soaking her panties ... ohh ... her fingers dug into his ass cheeks and she sucked so hard her jaws ached. She pumped frantically as he rose up on his toes, quivering and groaning with agony and suddenly his scalding semen was spewing into her mouth and throat. She took his full load, never letting up for an instant with her swirling tongue and lips.
His frothy come juice was smeared all over her lips and face, running all over her throat and breasts and dribbling to the rug. She felt the wash of her own joy juice oozing in the nylon nest of her panties and streaming down the front of her hose. She drained him and when his organ slackened, she slurped and suckled until it stiffened again.
Rex pulled her to her feet as his penis slipped from her lips with a plooping sound. They were both dazed and glassy-eyed. It had all happened so quickly, it was hard to believe. One moment they had been sitting around with drinks, urbanely discussing their marriages and the next, they were rolling on the floor with their neighbor, coming like a pair of wham-bang teenagers in the back seat of a car.
He grabbed her full waist and she came to him like a homing pigeon, writhing against his naked body, licking her lips in anticipation of his manhood. It was his turn now. His resilient prick slid up between her legs and she squirmed and lifted herself against the hard knob as if she could take it through her thin panties.
Rex sank his fingers in the thin elastic band and he skinned them down her hips and legs so fast she squealed with surprise. Her thick black triangle was fluffy with moisture and the pink gash of her slit glistened invitingly. He knew he would give her body as much oral loving as she had given his.
He bent and unfolded the couch, converting it into a large double bed, clean-sheated and ready for action. They paused for a moment, wordlessly ogling each others nakedness in a dazed mixture of joy and disbelief. Her eyes were rooted to his rigid prick, it was hard as before and beating with want as he admired her voluptuousness.
He took her, lifting her easily and settling her down on the mattress. Kneeling over her he seized her mouth in a hot, demanding kiss, and then trailed his lips over her cheek and throat. She had his prick again and was pumping it gleefully.
"Oh, Rex," she gasped as his tongue fluttered in her ear, "I just love this big prick of yours...."
"Mm, good," he growled, "I thought you were going to gobble it up before."
"Ooooh, I could have, but I wanted to save some."
Her hand squeezed harder as it moved. He had surrounded a juicy nipple with his lips and her shivers said she loved tittie tickling.
"Maybe you don't get enough of this treatment," whispered Rex, "Seems like you could use it."
"No, I never get enough! I adore it ... oh, don't stop! You're so good with my titties!"
She went on rasping her pleasure as he gave her breasts a sensuous massage with both hands, kneading and cupping them, sinking his fingers into the firm warm flesh. Then he was leaning to wind his tongue around a puffy nipple. She arched up at him eagerly, vibrating with thrills, humping her ass with little coital thrusts as the mattress springs squeaked.
Rex teased one spike, then another, lipping and licking them to quivering stiffness. He trailed his fingers down her body and felt her freeze as they invaded her voluptuous forest and then dipped into her wet cooze.
He massaged her swollen clit and her hips began to undulate furiously. She wanted a prick in her cooze but Rex was going to make her wait a little longer.
His lips were moving between her breasts and then downward-slowly-agonizingly-toward the direction of her pulsing passion mouth. She writhed with the heat of her torment, straining for contact with the hot ecstasy of his expert tongue, teasing over her soft belly, slithering through her pubic bush and then touching....
She gave a tortured little scream and threw her legs around his neck, welding his mouth to her steaming cunt. He scooped up the soft melons of her bottom in his hands and plunged his tongue to the depths as she thrashed and bucked. Ecstasy surged through her as her fingers clawed his scalp and she screeched obscenities which spurred him on.
She shuddered through a blinding climax, but his tongue never once slowed its furious pace. She thrashed, coasted, built, exploded then thrashed again, popping her goodies over and over like a puppet on a string, sobbing and screaming.
She was gliding on some juicy after-shivers when his mouth finally left her. Through her pleasure-dimmed eyes she saw him guide his swollen satyr's cock between her thighs. He sank it into her with a groan and suddenly his driving hips were lifting her to the heights again. He pistoned his prize penis with all the vigor at his command and they both went into orbit. In and out-in and out-around and around-Wham!-Bam!!
She was clawing his back with her long talons, her nyloned legs locked around his plunging torso when she felt him burst inside her and, oh, God....
CHAPTER NINE
GIRL TALK
The faded morning sunlight was spilling through the Willard's bedroom curtains as Connie rolled in the blankets with her finger in her cooze. A dream image of a satyr, dominating, irresistable, had her sleeping body in its grip. He was rolling her beneath Ids powerful body, beneath his burly goat's thighs, beneath the bulging, club-like penis rooted in the thick coat of his lower body's fur. He was impaling her, ravaging her with all the fury of his insatiable goatish lust. She awoke to her own moans of release, her finger working in and out of her creaming cunt, her panties bunched on her twisting thighs.
She flushed with shame, oh, it was awful-what was happening to her? If Rex had left a half hour later for work, he would have caught her at it. She'd been like this for weeks, starting shortly after the swap session with the Marsdale's. Swapping had become a regular event between them after that-one night it was Cliff, the next Tex, sometimes both. Her appetite seemed to increase in direct proportion to the number of juicy fucks she got weekly and now she was having incredible, yet realistic dreams about it. Those men were stealing her senses, enslaving her body to their savage passion rituals. Her heart was pounding wildly as she shook with the cozy after-shivers of her climax.
Lately she'd been strangely unsatisfied. She'd been getting it every way, in both ends, but an indistinct need had been growing and she only knew she wanted something more than these two men could give. It was getting too easy, too controlled, too familiar and as her needs enlarged and grew more complex, her previous excitement with these two men was waning. How long could they go on like this? Would it all end suddenly and come crashing down around her? No! No! She knew Rex still loved her as much as she loved him, but this need. What was it? It formed as a vague burning question in her tormented semi-consciousness. A nagging phantom, it was beginning to rob something from the ever present reality of a resilient male rod. Somehow that reality wasn't living up to itself lately.
She mechanically reached for some kleenex from the night-stand and wiped the juice from her loins. She tossed them away and scootched up her panties. Her eyes closed as she settled back in the pillows, dropping back into the rolling fogs of sleep. She didn't hear the knocking downstairs.
Inez Marsdale stood at the Willard's back door, wondering why Connies was still in the sack at ten o'clock. She'd done a little early morning shopping and had stopped by on impulse, seeing Connie's Camaro in the driveway. Rex must have given her a real old fashioned workout last night, she thought. Damn, I won't even get to see him until that bastard Cliff gets back from his latest trip, and that won't be for over a week!
She felt a little unsettled this morning, a sort of vague disturbance had been making itself familiar lately and she had been doing strange things. This morning she had been getting real horny exchanging glances with a handsome young clerk stocking produce. She asked him if he had some better cherries in the back of the store, and he'd led her into the warehouse to see for herself. In a few moments they were kissing fiercely behind a big stack of crates in a dark storeroom. She had his big prick out and had his hand buried in the hollow of her thighs as she squirmed against the wall. She felt her panties sliding down her legs and she began sinking to the floor. Suddenly the loud ringing of a bell jarred them. His prick was inches from her pussy and he groaned as he forcefully bridled his impulse to bury it.
It was the produce delivery, he told her as she heard him zipping up his pants in the darkness. He'd have to answer it and it would be another two hours before he could take lunch. Could she meet him? Could he have her address? She felt a surge of anger, as it dawned on her lust hazed brain that she'd been cheated. She fixed her panties and stormed out of the warehouse. He passed by the checkstands when her order was being rung up and gave her an appealing look, but she was too sullen with frustration to even glance at him. She hadn't felt like returning to an empty house and decided she wanted to talk to someone, a woman; Connie. The kids still had another few days of school so they'd be alone.
She rapped again on the glass pane of the door but heard nothing inside. She tried the knob and found it was open. Stepping lightly through the kitchen, she headed upstairs to Connie's bedroom.
The door was half-shut and Inez stuck her head in. Connie was lying on her back, sound asleep, her pretty breasts rising and falling evenly. Inez felt her pussy twinge at the sight of this gorgeous blonde, her titties bare under a silky nightie. It was that irritating restlessness again! Why was it so insistent? She'd been well fucked last night and it usually took another night before she started missing it. No, it must be more than a need for a man.
She left her heels in the hall and tip-toed noiselessly across the plush bedroom carpet. Seating herself gently on the side of the bed, she drank in the delicate curves of the blonde's throat, the slopes of her breasts and the lush, flowing hair. On a sudden impulse, she reached out and carefully tugged the sheets away from her body. She sucked her breath in when the blue baby doll panties came into view, seductively framing the smooth white taper of her thighs. The plump bulge of her girl patch was invitingly dimpled by the transparent briefs. A gust of woman fragrance and pussy perfume knifed her senses; her tongue stiffened and her mouth went dry. She knew what it was she needed.
Connie stirred and Inez moved her hands quickly into her lap, but she simply turned over on her stomach mumbling sleepily into the pillow. It was all Inez could do to restrain a sudden urge to reach out and squeeze the shimmering hemispheres of her pantied bottom. She had blasted through four rapid-fire climaxes when Cliff ate her last night and three more when he'd slipped her his rod, but she wasn't half as excited then as she was now.
She had had only one experience with another girl but had never quite forgotten it. It was simply another part of her that had receeded to the background in her years of marriage.
She had been a curvy seventeen and was recently engaged to Nick Jorgenson. It had happened one afternoon as she sat in the kitchen of her brother's girl friend, Anne Bailey. Her brother was a musician and met a wide variety of girls in the clubs he played. Anne was a real swinger and she had quickly become good friends with Inez.
They would visit one another frequently, and usually ended up talking about men. They exchanged experiences, techniques, problems. Anne had made it with all kinds of guys all over the world, and she knew lots more than Inez about lovemaking. She would give her all kinds of tips on how to give and get the most pleasure with a man. Once she had even showed her how to masturbate in a special super-sensitizing way. Inez tried that and a lot of other tricks and began to learn things about her body she had never even expected.
On that unforgettable day they'd been sitting at the kitchen table tippling drinks for a good solid hour. Anne kept filling the glasses and her conversation became freer, bolder. She asked Inez if she had gotten a good clittie loving last night. It was a familiar question, but Inez felt strangely excited and decided she would give a different answer. No, she told Anne, it hadn't been what she needed. At that moment, Inez felt Anne's hand on her knee.
They pursued the topic, Inez complaining about Nick's frequently clumsy technique while pretending to ignore the delicious shivers the hand was giving her, while Anne sympathized and steadily moved her fingers higher under the skirt. Suddenly Anne was touching her apex and Inez sank back into the chair trembling and let it happen. She remembered the exquisite sensation as her panties dissappeared and the unspeakable ecstasy as the girl's head bobbed in her lap. Oh, nice, so good! And now, could she dare?
Connie's head was slowly lifting off the pillow; she was waking up! She had a drowsy look on her face, and her lidded eyes widened quickly when she made out the figure of her visitor. She gasped in surprise.
"Oh, Inez," she signed, "You gave me such a fright."
"Sorry I'm so lazy this morning," said Connie stretching languidly, "How long have you been here?"
"Just a few minutes. I knew you were here so I just invited myself in."
Connie noticed that Inez was glancing at her bottom and realized that the blanket was below her knees. She blushed, but instantly felt the pressure of the shadowy longing she didn't yet recognize. She thought she noticed a shaking in Inez's hands.
"Don't be embarrassed, Connie," Inez said, "you really look sweet."
Connie knew now that Inez shared her excitement, aside from being the cause of it. She was wide awake and was beginning to accept the true meaning of her arousal. Inez chatted on, feigning casualness.
"Cliff left for Chicago this morning," she was saying. "He won't be back till next Wednesday."
"Too bad," said Connie, a bit dismayed, "I guess we won't see much of each other this week."
"I know, and I've already got the itch," Inez confessed. "Have you been getting all you need lately, hon?"
"Well, yes and no."
"C'mon, we can talke about it."
"Oh, I don't know, I mean, I've been really getting my goodies with Rex and Cliff but ... it's just that lately I've been feeling kind of funny. It's as if those men have too much control over us. You know what I mean?"
"Oh, I don't let that stop me, not from anything," Inez giggled. "You should have seen me this morning."
Connie sat up, her excitement rising. Inez dropped her eyes boldly to her exposed panty crotch and Connie saw her running her tongue over her full, pouty lips. Her pussy thrilled in her baby dolls.
"Tell me about it," she said, all ears.
"Oh, I was in the produce section of the supermarket and this real sexy clerk gave me the eye, you know," she said, with obvious relish, "he took me back into the warehouse and, oooh, I just let it happen."
"Tell me about it!" Connie insisted.
"Well, he gave my titties a real groovy workout and then I felt him pulling my pants down and, wow, you should have seen him!"
"Real big, huh?"
"Oh, a good nine inches long-and he fucked me like a damn stallion," she hed.
Her bold words were getting Connie turned on in a curiously titillating way. She could feel her panties wet with tell-tale pussy dribble. She knew Inez could see.
"Oh, you're so damn lucky," Connie said, genuinely envious, "you and your studs. Have you seen your gardener friend lately?"
"No, but you can be sure I will this week," said Inez, eyes flashing, "oooh, I get itchy in the panties just thinking about that big thing of his!"
"Are you wearing any?" asked Connie breathlessly.
Her words electrified them both, but Inez just smiled and spread her legs open. Her skirt slid back and Connie saw the snug hammock of her scarlet panties nestling on her crotch.
"You bet, sweetie," she whispered, "I just had to bend over a few times to get that grocery clerk in line. How about you?"
"Oh, Inez...." Connie seemed to be on the edge of some strong emotional contest as she drew her breath. Suddenly she was effusing, flushed with passion. "Oh yes! Yes! I've had this thing for you all along. Ever since I first saw your titties that night."
"I know," said Inez, her coal-dark eyes gleaming, "me too. When you took off your skirt that I saw those pink things I just about died. And when I was looking at you just before. Oh, I thought I'd have to go home and play with myself."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that," said Connie, eagerly. "We both know what it is we want. What are we waiting for?"
When Connie socked that one to her, Inez grinned and turned to let her unzip the frock. Pulling it over her head, she turned to Connie, her breasts thrusting excitingly. She slid under the blankets and Connie came into her arms, soft, yeilding and lusciously desirable.
"Oh, oh," gasped Inez at the contact of their half nude bodies. "Baby, I had a stiff clittie for you the moment I walked in here."
"Was it my baby dolls," asked Connie all giggly and quivering.
"Soo sexy!" said Inez, nibbling at her ear, "I could see you getting all worked up as we chatted."
"You'll think I'm awful but, oh, sometimes I pop my goodies just walking around in 'em."
Inez giggled and Connie felt the hot ooze of joy-juice in the nylon. She felt like wallowing in wild sin with this woman, baring all her dirty little narcissistic desires, sharing all her naughty panty fantasies. Inez was delighted and made her tell everything.
"I'm glad to find someone who feels like me," she whispered, hotly. "I don't see why we have to be suckers for those men all the time. We've got to be as good to ourselves as we can, you know. Life's too short and all that."
Connie giggled some more and she felt like she was soaring off on a big billowing cloud as Inez bent and brushed her mouth over her silk covered titties. She bunched the negligee at her throat and squirmed with thrills as Inez tounged a stiff nipple with girlish know-how.
Oh, it was sooo nice! A man had never done it to her like that! Her nipples were all pink and puffy and Inez was suckling them noisily in her soft, wet lips. Connie was rolling her head back and forth in the pillow, sobbing with delight.
Inez was going wild with the velvety texture of Connie's tits. She'd looked long and lovingly at this woman many times, envying the dazzling perfection of her body but hardly daring to imagine that she could someday conquer her in a Sapphic rite.
How often had she wanted to do this with another woman; to lick and suckle her tits, to finger her pussy, to taste and conquer her girl-body. There was something in the silky sweetness, the dewy softness of this long, graceful feminine body which touched some remote spot, filled some deep need that a man could never reach.
She looked at Connie's face as she tittie kissed her and saw the blonde's features contorted with pleasure. Her jaw was slack and trembling and her head was jerking with the little lust spasms which racked the length of her lissome frame.
"You have such beautiful breasts, darling," whispered Inez, raising her head and running her lips through the blonde curls near Connie's ear, "they must give you much pleasure."
"Oh, yes!" Connie panted, "oh Clifford is good with them but, nothing like you."
She was cooing with shocked delight when Inez molded their bodies together, her copper cones pressing into the pliant softness of Connie's melon sized globes. Their nipples poked and burned as Inez fenced her tongue in and around Connie's yeilding mouth. Connie could feel her heat through the panties and she was shaking all over.
"I've only done it once before, myself," Inez breathed between kisses, "I just go by my usual pleasure ethic-do what feels good, be natural."
Connie felt the tentative probe of Inez's fingers on her navel, the slow rotating caress on her pantied belly, and then the sudden invasion of her slick pussy bulge. She was rasping obscenities as Inez teased her clit and cunt lips through the moist nylon.
"Say," Inez whispered, "I'm so glad to hear you know all the words-tell me just how you like it."
"Arrrh," Connie gasped, "Finger fuck me through my panties! It's so groovy!"
Her twisted mouth was slobbering uncontrollably as the delectable stabs of pleasure ran through her.
"Oh, good," Inez breathed, "I can just imagine how they feel, so tight and sheer. I knew right away I wanted to eat you when I saw them on you."
"Oh, I just have this thing about panties," Connie panted, feeling wet and wicked at the wantonness of her words.
"I've noticed," Inez giggled. Connie's body was jerking and threshing to the tempo of Inez's finger. "You're coming in them now, aren't you?"
Connie gripped Inez by the shoulders as her body rocked with the throbs and sobs of release. Inez didn't let up with her fingers and Connie soared as the juicy quickies shook her in rapid fire succession.
"Ooooh," said Inez, "you really do pop your goodies!"
"Oh, Inez, that was wonderful."
Connie lay weak and trembling in the sheets, little sighs of completion escaping her parted lips as glistening tears trickled from her lidded eyes. And when Inez peeled down the tight ice-blue panties she almost passed out.
Connie was glorying in the salacious shock of exposure as she felt the panties slide caressingly down her calves, flutter over and off her wiggling toes.
"Do you like my pussy," she asked breathlessly, as Inez lingered over her voluptuousness. Inez answered by blowing little kisses over her flaxen thatch. Screeching and clawing, Connie was sucked into a bottomless vortex of whirling sensation as the serpentine tongue flicked her clit and dipped into her tender pit.
Connie was only half conscious when Inez drew her honey smeared lips from her loins.
Through glazed eyes she saw Inez wiggling out of her panties and straddling her body. Then Inez was bringing her sopping cunt to Connie's face and the fragrance of it had her senses reeling, her head swimming. Suddenly her hungry mouth was wading in the dripping black pelt and she was gripping the gourds of Inez's bottom.
She welded her unsure lips against the pink fruit of those palpitating genitals. Oh, oh, it was so sweet. Nothing like the hard, demanding feel of a man's cock. Her hesitation dissolved as her mouth and tongue began to move naturally; she had remembered Inez's pleasure ethic. The way Mrs. Marsdale was groaning and shuddering, Connie knew she was going just fine.
CHAPTER TEN
TWO GENERATIONS
"If you feel the way you say you do," Inez was saying as she fingered Connie's clit, "about the men, I mean, then why don't you go out and get your own once in a while?"
"Oh, I don't know," Connie signed, "I guess I'm chicken. I mean I'd just love to do some of the things you do, but...."
"You wouldn't be lacking for opportunities if you kept your eyes open," Inez assured her, "it's just a matter of knowing what you want and going out and getting it."
"Well it's easy for you to say that, but I've never done that kind of thing...."
Inez flushed briefly; she sensed Connie was referring to her teenage passion for well-hung sailors. Inez had told her about those days and Connie had acted shocked. Inez knew she was secretly envious.
"Look," said Inez, pressing her attack, "it's the whole thing with the men, in a nutshell! You're just like I used to be. I never thought of stepping outside without asking my husband. It's just damned infuriating-intimidating! I'm telling you, either you're brainwashed and horse-collared by the bastards or, at some point, you start thinking for yourself!"
"Yeah," Connie mumbled, "I know you're right, but...."
"But nothing! Don't tell me Rex doesn't get any on the side!" Inez regretted the words as soon as she said them, for Connie flinched noticably.
"Listen, baby," said Inez in a soothing voice, gently diddling Connie's vulva, "I'm just guessing about that last remark. He's never told me anything. Really!"
"Oh, I know," Connie sighed, "I used to kid myself about it, even when it was obvious. You're right, he does cheat and lately it's been bothering me. But all the same, things haven't changed between us."
"Good!" exclaimed Inez, "you're lucky to have that kind of man. Lord knows, he's so oversexed you could expect it. But that's not the point. The point is that you should be able to cheat without any guilt feelings, either! I mean you're really dying to do it, right?"
"Yeah," Connie admitted, glumly, "I am."
"O.K. then, I have a proposition to make, but first of all-do you want to swing or not?"
Connie was bristling with curiosity. So Inez had actually been building up to this the whole time! But she was right and Connie knew it-she really did want to swing, so why stop herself? She wondered what Inez had up her sleeve.
"O.K. Inez," she said, evenly, "what's the deal?"
"Well," Inez began, "it involves several parts, partners to be exact."
"Are you talking swap?" asked Connie. "Well, not the usual kind." Connie's interest took a sharp upswing. "Well what, then?"
You'll probably think me very conniving," said Inez, "but actually the whole thing came to me quite naturally, you could say I was inspired. O.K., here goes-part one: Connie Willard got set up with a groovy jazz musician, namely, anybody in the Juan Primera Quintet, including my brother himself. No strings or uptightness; I can arrange everything. All you'll have to do is walk into the club, sit in back and after the second set, walk up and smile at the man of your choice. Take it from me, they're five outasite cats and you'll have no trouble suiting your tastes."
"Ooooh wild!" Connie squealed, breathless with delight, "I saw your brother's band with Rex one night in the city. Their drummer was really cute."
"That's Jimmy Spaulding," Inez cut in, "Oh, I knew you'd pick him. He's real sexy and a good lover."
"Where did you get all this first hand information," teased Connie.
"Well, we didn't go all the way," Inez admitted, blushing, "but damn close!"
"Sounds delish," Connie enthused, "so what's the rest of your bargain?"
"I don't know how you'll take this but-part two: The Graduate. That is, Mrs. Robinson, myself, seduces the handsome, college-bound athelete, your son, Keith."
Connie started at that proposal, but Inez pressed her edge.
"Come on now, as if you didn't know he was giving it to my daughter every day and night. Don't worry, I think he's real cute and I'll show him a few things that will-well, help him along in the post graduate girl-I mean world."
Connie giggled in spite of her lingering surprise.
"It's not as if the two of them were in love either. Sherry says that Keith still sees other girls, but I don't think she's very worried. They're just terribly taken up with each other's poon at the moment."
Connie flashed on the memory of her own parent's strictness and rigidity and how it had made her so miserable as a teenager. If I'm a liberated woman, she thought, I should be happy that Keith is as free as he is. Why he'd probably be dying to get into Inez's pants.
"But what about Sherry?" she asked.
"Well, that's the last part-part three: The Teenage Seductress. I set Sherry up with Rex."
Inez kept talking as the surprise returned to Connie's face.
"I know this is beginning to sound like the plot of a dirty book, so maybe I should tell you what actually happened. When your husband was over at my place this last Sunday, Sherry walked into the living room with Keith just as I was getting Rex's prick out!"
Connie gasped.
"Well listen, wait'll you hear this. I felt awful at first and Rex looked like he felt foolish himself. He was trying to stuff that big thing of his away when Sherry cut him short. Cool as a cucumber, she said, 'Please, Mr. Willard, don't be embarrassed, it's really quite nice.' Well the four of us just about died laughing. She was looking right at him when she said it and let me tell you, his cock was harder than before!"
"Then she said that she and Keith were going upstairs and would do the same thing and she added that they'd probably have a better time at it than us two old fogeys. My skirt was up to my tummy and I could see Keith liked the eyeful I was giving him. Rex wanted to go upstairs and join them and so did I but, believe me or not, I said that I thought it wouldn't be fair to you. Rex agreed by the way.
"Sherry came to me later that night and started telling me about how groovy she thought Rex was. I kiddingly asked her if she'd like me to set her up with him. 'Yes' she told me, dead serious, 'Keith has got the hots for you and wants to do it as much as I do."
"Well" said Inez, taking a long breath, "that's the long and the short of it. Personally, I think we adults should be in tune with those kids-I mean they know where it's at! We have as much to learn from them as they from us."
Connie was nodding slowly as the story fell into place and she realized that she was just the last piece in a big puzzle that needed her for completion. It was so simple, so free. They were all just waiting for her to say yes.
"Yes!"
"Huh?" said Inez. '"Yes, what?"
"Yes," Connie repeated, smiling, "it's really a great idea from beginning to end. I'd be a dried up old prude to say anything but yes!"
"Oh goodie!" Inez squealed, delightedly. "I knew you'd come through, hon!"
"Wait," said Connie, puzzled. "What about Cliff...."
"Ha!" Inez laughed, "I'm sure that boy can take care of himself. He gets around on those business trips, I know. He's been to Chicago several times before, so I'm sure he has a few, uh, connections established by now. I'm not complaining; I mean, if he gets as lonely from those trips as me ... anyway, I'll tell him everything when he gets back."
Connie just shrugged her shoulders: such was life among the swinging swappers.
"Tell me all about this Jimmy Spaulding," she gushed. "I know he's just a groovy drummer!"
"Listen, hon," Inez smiled, "I'm out of wind and could use a good clittie tickle. How about it?"
Connie giggled as they sank back on the bed. In a few moments, Inez was thrashing around like a landed fish as Connie worked her finger in and out of that delectable pussy.
"Mm, you learn so very fast swinger!" Inez crooned.
Sherry felt her hands tremble as she knocked on the Willard's door. Ooooh, she hadn't even been this primed for Keith! The vivid image of Rex Willard's gigantic cock, entrapped in her mother's slim fingers, kept stirring in her memory. Every time she visualized the huge thing, shivers of excitement shot through her, an excitement which had been steadily mounting since the fateful day that scene was revealed to her and Keith.
Now Inez was waiting for Keith in their station wagon, parked on the Willard's driveway.
She had set Mrs. Willard up with someone in her uncle Juan's band, so Sherry knew she'd have Rex all to herself. She also knew that her mother was just as eager to get at Keith and, for the last few days, the two of them just hadn't stopped talking about their prospective swap mates. It had been fun to share their little secrets about the two men; as if they were deliberately titillating each other right up to the big day!
Oh, Sherry was so glad to have a mother like that; a teacher, a confessor, a trusted friend. Most of her high school companions had to battle with their parents just to wear the kinds of clothes they wanted. Her mother's philosophy was that restriction and supression were the worst things possible for a woman and that one could grow and unfold by pleasure as well as pain. Inez had taught Sherry from her early teens about men and their ways and her words were not one of bitterness and warning, but rather of encouragement and confidence. Inez had urged Sherry to be unfettered in her dating and to encounter a wide variety of men before she tied herself to one.
Sherry realized that most of her mother's convictions were the result of her first unhappy marriage, but she knew that this experience taught her mother things that most women would never know. Sherry often wondered about her friend's mothers; so many of these women were stagnating in joyless, loveless marriages, unaware of the true possibilities of their natures, the real heights of physical fulfillment a woman could attain. She saw these women wilt while her mother blossomed.
Today she was ready for action; a tight sleeveless blouse, even tighter blue shorts, no bra and very sheer panties. When the door finally swung open, Keith was standing in front of her grinning. He too was fit to kill in a T-shirt and low slung, hip-hugging levis.
"Say, Baby," he said, "you look good enough to eat today."
"Well, I'll bet you've worked up quite an appetite thinking about my mother."
They both laughed and Sherry squirmed deliriously in her tight shorts. The sight of him gave her as much of a charge as ever. They'd been doing it for weeks and Sherry had never felt so much like a woman in her life. Every time she pulled his pants down, that thing of his looked bigger!
"Well, to tell you the truth," Keith was saying, "I never thought you'd pull it off."
"Pull what off?" she asked, still thinking about his prick.
"Hey, are you all there today?" he teased. "What do you think I meant ... what are we here for anyway?"
"Oh, yeah!" Sherry giggled. Wow, she thought, I've really got cock on the mind today-let's hope I get some in my mouth real soon!
"C'mon, now," he said, "I told Dad what a groovy treat you are and he's expecting big things."
"Mmmmm," Sherry cooed, "so am I."
They laughed again as Keith waved to Inez in the driveway.
"Looks like your ma's getting impatient," he said.
"Well I am too, you big lug, so get your ass out there."
He laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, stepping down from the doorway.
"O.K.," he said, bouncing off the porch. "Dad's in the back yard all by himself. Mom's at a club somewhere in town and from what I understand won't be back for a long while. So sock it to him and save some for me tonight."
"Have funner!" she called.
She watched from the Willard's doorway as he hopped into the front seat with her mother. They looked all wrapped up in each other, laughing and talking as she sped off with him.
Sherry closed the door gently behind her. She moved through the Willard household quickly, eagerly, silently. She paused and caught her breath as she entered the dining room.
Through the patio door she could see the expansive back yard, the huge, lavish swimming pool, and, at one end, Rex Willard, sunning himself in a deck chair.
He was clad in a pair of white swim trunks and his bronzed body glistened in the sunlight. Sherry moved slowly across the dining room, entranced by that incredibly beautiful male body. Her heart was pounding as she slipped off her sandals and eased through the glass door of the patio.
She stepped stealthily across the close cut sward of their back lawn and as she came closer, she realized he was dozing. She stopped a few feet from him to admire. His thickly muscled body and the handsome rugged cut of his tanned face seemed to absorb and reflect the power of the afternoon sun. He appeared to her as some kind of royalty, a dazzling pleasure king Rex. She was there to pay homage to the splendor of his male majesty.
She was beside him then, kneeling gently near his legs, her eyes transfixed on the mighty bulge in the tight cut of his white trunks, hoping the wild pounding of her heart wouldn't awake him.
Gingerly, with infinite softness, she touched the hardness of his gleaming, hairy thigh. His body flinched ever so slightly with the gentle surprise of her touch but his legs remained closed, his face calm. Sherry began to slowly massage the powerful muscles of his thighs, first one, then the other. He remained dormant and she watched spellbound as the trunks began to swell.
She slid her palms up his legs and scrubbed his hips and stomach as the bulge grew steadily until his loins were crowned with a mighty peak of pulsing manhood. His barrel chest was rising and falling heavily-could he still be asleep?
Sherry couldn't contain the demands of her avid lust any longer. She began to carefully unbutton the straining fabric and suddenly the trunks gaped open and his huge prong erupted into view, swaying before her unbelieving eyes like a huge sequoia.
She grasped it and felt the rumble of lust from deep in his loins. She slid her fist up and down, her fingers barely encircling the swollen resiliency of him. Their groans of pleasure mingled.
His eyes were still shut when she moved her head over the trembling thrust of his angry scepter and siezed the tumescent red crown in her parted lips. He moaned and shook as her mouth moved in long swooping strokes on his smooth pole, her hair sweeping over his crotch as she filled herself with his taste, scent and feel. Her tongue laved and wove, leaving a slick film of sperm and saliva on his polished length.
His eyes opened slowly and, through a fog of sensual delight he gazed down the length of his body at the golden head which bobbed over his staff. He had heard Inez drive off and guessed that Sherry was sneaking up on him. He decided to play possum and let her make the first move.
Now as he slowly opened his eyes, it struck him how much she resembled his wife, Connie, as she bowed over his molten loins. Both girls were blonde and long bodied, but the touch was different-Connie soft and timid, gradually gaining ardor, while Sherry's was avid and fevered. It was beginning to feel like she would unroot him when he reached down and Lifted her head in his big hands.
Her pretty features were distorted with Lust, her eyes glazed, her lips slack and dripping as she met his gaze. He smiled as she shivered all over; for a moment he thought she might faint. He sat up and pulled her face to his sliding his tongue into her willing mouth with a single, masterful stroke as her lips melted submissively. He picked her up easily then and she went Limp against him, her arms encircling his thickly corded neck
"That was wonderful," he said. "Now it's my turn. Let's go inside."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
FUN FOR ALL
"Noticed you've been showing up at lots of meets lately," said Keith to Inez, his eyes twinkling with the excitment they shared.
"Well, you could say Sherry turned me on to that," Inez chirped gaily.
"She must turn you on to a lot of things, eh?" he teased.
"Oh, we help each other out now and then. We're more like real good friends than any of that parent-child bullshit."
They were both in high spirits, tingling with anticipation as Inez made her way along the winding boulevards of Ralston Heights. The unpretentious, no strings attatched simplicity of this whole arrangement-a kind of good neighbor swap policy-brought out the eager beaver in them both. It was fun to know you could hop into the sack with your neighbor as easily as you could invite him to lunch, especially when you both had the hots for each other.
Inez had been scheming something of the sort ever since she had seen the Willard boy at the first swim meet she had attended. She had arrived in time to see the last event, a relay race, in which Keith swam as anchor man. She had watched his lean taught body with its long rippling muscles as he poised at the pool's edge, waiting for his team-mate to touch home. He was wearing those skin tight silk racing trunks and she could see he was really hung!
She had watched fascinated as he dove in, his sleek body straightening like a harpoon as he knifed into the water and ripped along with rapid, powerful strokes. He had won the race in a dramatic neck and neck finish and she could see he had summoned every last ounce of energy from his champion body. It had been a thrilling thing to see. He had clearly mastered the element of water and from his looks and carriage, a special aura about him which, to Inez was so reminiscent of his father, she guessed he was as well a master of women. Sherry had spoken often enough of his reputation at Ralston and Inez simply assumed that he was probably as sexually advanced for his age as he was physically. After all, he was Rex Willard's son, the crown prince....
Now as he sat next to her in the front seat of her station wagon, she found a unique kind of stimulation in his youth. She had wondered at first if she would dominate him but now she realized he was her equal in any contest of minds or wills. There was a certain vibrancy, a certain vigor about his age which was so refreshingly different from the kind of male charm she was used to-especially that of an older man like Cliff. The only thing she cared about now was getting that lean, hard youthful body out of those tight levis.
"Believe me," she said, continuing the line of conversation while her thought and emotions raced, "you really cut quite a figure in those little swim trunks of yours. Why I noticed you had quite a little female rooting section there all your own. I'll bet you've made it with most of them too."
"One should ignore certain exaggerated reports which float around school although ... uh ... there is a grain of truth to them," he laughed. "Anyway, I'm more concerned with winning my events than with the figure I cut."
"Well," she said, glancing boldly into his smiling eyes, "a boy with a body like yours ... I mean those swim trunks fit you like a pair of panties! I bet they feel just as good too."
"Man," he laughed, "I never thought our meets could have such a sensual appeal."
Keith could sense the high pitch of sexual tension in Inez. Vivacious as she was voluptuous, she had been chattering continually, almost compulsively, as she sped through the hills. Watching her beautiful legs as she crossed and uncrossed them under her short-skirted frock; the quick agitated movements of her head as she tossed back her shoulder length, raven black hair, frequently had told him all he needed to know. Careless with the display of her nyloned thighs under the short hem; straightening her back often to emphasize the tight thrust of her high, full breasts, Keith recognized the signs. No need for bullshit here, he thought, shell probably have one before she even gets the car parked.
"Tell me, Keith," she was saying. "I know I'm prying but tell me about Sherry. I mean, how is she in bed?"
"Really, Mrs. Marsdale," Keith said in mock horror. "You imply that I've had illicit carnal knowledge of your own daughter!"
"Come on," she giggled, "she tells me quite a lot about you, big boy. I'd just like to hear your side of it."
"Well, let's just say that she rates five stars," he teased. "Most girls rate three."
"Oh, you're awful-you're even worse than your father."
As he laughed, his mind flashed back to the scene which had greeted him a few days ago when he had walked into the Marsdale's living room with Sherry. He knew his parents were swappers, but was surprised all the same to see his Dad getting a hand job from Sherry's mother. Sherry had been cool about the whole thing and had later explained the situation to him. They had talked on and decided they had as much bargaining power as a married couple in any kind of swap situation, so why not bridge the generation gap. Keith had been having trouble the last few days keeping his mind off the exciting vista between Mrs. Marsdale's thighs which had been revealed to him on the couch. The plump of those red panties gave him a prick-twitch every time he visualized it. He wondered if she was wearing them today and Inez must have read his thoughts.
"Sherry tells me you liked what you saw on the couch, the other day," she said, her tone a bit heavy.
"Yeah," said Keith evenly, "although, uh ... I didn't see all that much."
With a kind of dramatic slowness, she reached down and pulled the hem of her shift to her waist, parting her thighs and exposing the exciting territory of her tight panties.
"I wear these for special occasions," she breathed in a strained whisper. "If you're as good as you look in those swim trunks, big boy, I think today might just be one of those special occassions."
Keith felt his loins rapidly swelling at the display. She glanced over at him and he saw the heat in her eyes, that same gleam he had seen that day at the meet. Her tongue was darting nervously over her teeth.
"How come you're sitting all the way over there, anyway?" she asked.
He slid over next to her and stared at the ripe treasures of her exposed womanhood. Boldly, he reached out and traveled his hand along the shivery expanse of her nyloned leg. His fingers were caressingly gentle as they grazed and stroked the soft white flesh of her inner thighs above the stocking tops. She trembled, sighing explosively as he lovingly palmed her pantied puss.
He slid to his knees, then, his body crouched under the dashboard. She was panting and squirming in the car seat at the insistent probe of his fingers on the moist fabric of her panties. He was ready to pull them down when suddenly her leg shot out and he heard the screech of brakes, the car slamming to a stop as his head thudded against the dashboard.
"Oh," she was gasping, "you'd better cut that out, I almost went through that light!"
Keith climbed back up on the seat and saw that Inez was halfway into the intersection. He noticed several people standing on the corner and staring at him and Inez with wide grins. He glanced at Inez, her breasts heaving, her eyelids fluttering.
"That was real nice," she breathed, "in a few minutes you can give me all you want."
After a couple of blocks, they arrived at the Marsdale home. Keith jumped out of the car and raised the garage door as Inez pulled in. He slammed the door shut behind her, as the excitement roared in his veins. As he came around to the side of the car, Inez stepped out puffing and panting, reaching up under her shirt, wriggling out of her panties.
"I can't wait ... I need a quickie right here."
Keith stood staring as she bunched the shift to her waist and sat herself up on a waist high washing machine. Her big, black bush of crotch fur was as lush and mature as any he had ever seen. Her fingers were working rapidly on the buttons of her sheath and suddenly the top gaped open and her big jugs bounced out, quivering in a transparent rayon brassiere.
"Come on, honey!" she hissed, her hot glance shooting to his bulging jeans, "whip it out! Quick!!"
He fumbled with the waist tab as he closed the gap between them. She gave a little cry of delight when he unzipped his levis and his big penis popped out. He moved between her tensing thighs and she reached down, eagerly seizing the soaring prick as it angled up at her. Her ass was squirming all over the smooth metal surface of the washer as she guided his big wand to the shivery portal of her puss.
They were both shaking and groaning as his heated knob probed and then slid searingly into her slippery socket. She seized his head and molded their mouths in a wet kiss. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he welded their crotches even tighter over the edge of the washer, serving his cock up with long jabs and lusty thrusts. From her sitting position, her clittie was getting some groovy friction from his hot reaming prick, and it wasn't long before she was writhing in the throes of a rapid fire release, nearly falling over on him from the force of it.
Juan Primera Quintet was swinging through their Saturday Matinee at the plush Parkview Hotel in downtown Glenn. The Blue Grotto, the stylish cocktail lounge in which they played, held a small, relaxed crowd, mostly couples. The mellow candle-lit atmosphere of the club was a perfect setting for the quintet's insinuous music and they were ending their set with an upbeat, cooking Latin number.
Connie Willard, sitting alone, inconspicuous in a dark corner felt the music boiling in her blood. She loved Latin rhythms and having had a few drinks, her blood was singing along. Her eyes were fixed on the drummer named Jimmy Spaulding was his name. He was driving the other musicians with a furious tempo, stepping into thundering rolls and crashes as the music rolled on his beat.
He was a blonde fellow and in his loose dashiki, Connie could see the hard, rippling muscles of his lean body. His legs were spread on the drum stand and she had a clear shot of his good sized bulge from where she sat. He was rhythm incarnate. It was as if the drums were an extension of his sinewy body.
Today she was really feeling on top of it, more confident of herself than ever before. Inez had set things up for her so completely today that all she had to do was pick her man, though she knew beforehand who she wanted. She had always wanted to ball a musician, having always heard they were excellent lovers.
The atmosphere of the club, and the glamour of the stage added to her excitement. The bartender had been instructed by Juan Primera to give her a key to one of the hotel rooms when she came in; she hadn't felt so special for a long time! It was as if the whole club, the matinee, the musicians were all hers! She felt positively regal!
She fingered the keys and was suddenly struck by an impulse. The number was Hearing its climax and Connie decided it was time for her move. Unconcerned if anyone should see her, she tossed the keys at her target with surprising accuracy. They glanced off the splashing cymbals of Jimmy Spaulding's drum set and landed beside him. He grinned, and, keeping perfect time without hand, bent to claim them. He shot a handsome smile in her direction and Connie knew he had been aware of her presence the whole time. Her pussy tingled.
The number ended and before the applause was barely over, he grabbed his coat and hurried off the bandstand. He came right up to Connie with a big grin.
"Hi, my name's Jimmy Spaulding."
She was so excited she didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at them!
"Oh yes! I know. I think you're marvelously talented."
"Thanks," he said, "I've got other talents too." He held up the keys.
"Looks like 420 is our lucky number."
Connie knew he was just as eager to get on with it as she and stood up quickly as he helped her with her coat. He had a real cute grin and it was all she could do to keep from reaching down to his tight torero pants and squeezing that beautiful bulge. He escorted her to the elevator in the hotel lobby and suddenly they were alone in the compartment.
They came writhing against each other in a hot, tonguing kiss. Connie was shivering all over as she felt his rock hardness in the lap of her tight dress. He slid his hand up the back of her nyloned thigh, under the brief hem and caressed the springy globes of her ass through the clinging panties. She knew from the exciting fencing of his tongue in her willing mouth, that he was the thrilling lover she knew he would be. She almost went off right there, when he slid his hands inside the thin briefs and diddled the moist crack of her bottom with a stiff middle finger.
Her heart was pounding wildly as he pulled himself away, just as the elevator opened. He led her by hand and they dashed down the hallway like a couple of kids to the room. He was so excited he could hardly fit the key in the lock.
He closed the door behind them and in a single quick motion, that reflected his vigor on the drums, he whipped off his dashiki and pushed his tight torero pants to his knees. His cock was beating the air with wild excitement: Connie groaned at the sight of it-long and hard, capped with a golden bush not unlike her own.
He swept her against him, his hands pushing the dress to her waist as his cock throbbed against the thin band of nylon between her hunching thighs. Ooooh, his rigid drumstock was giving her all kinds of wet thrills through the sheer fabric. His hands were mauling and squeezing her thrusting tits, as her nipples burned in their lacy bra.
"Take off my dress," she gasped, into his ear as his cock slid back and forth against her, "please, quick ... I'm burning up!"
He reached behind her and his experienced fingers found and undid the zipper, helping her wriggle out of the tight frock as their raging bodies bucked and heaved in a hot little dance of genital delight.
He pressed his face between the scented mounds of her lacy brassiere and she felt his hands tugging at the waistband of her panties as he backed her across the room seemingly lifting her on his hard staff. They staggered and fell to the bed and then her panties were whispering down her nyloned legs, and then his long, smooth penis was sliding into her.
Keith was lying on the Marsdale's springy king-size bed, catching his breath after the quickie downstairs. To Inez's delight, he had kept his hard-on after giving her three star-spangled climaxes on the washing machine. She had gone into the bathroom to undress and clean up the joy juice which had soaked her loins and thighs and had left Keith in the bedroom with his prick sticking up like a flag-pole.
He looked down his body, past the jutting nine inches of his aching mast as Inez suddenly appeared in the doorway, completely and gloriously naked. He could see her olive tanned body had lost none of its fullness with age; the swelling, big nippled breasts and the long, tapering thighs topped with freshly powdered pussy fluff, had his cock beating with want.
She glided across the room and knelt beside his turgid body.
"I thought I'd grease your parts," she whispered as she held a cupped palm to his face. It held a tiny dab of spicy smelling oil. She rubbed it all over her hands and then shaped them lovingly over his huge organ. She greased his pole completely, stroking it until it gleamed with the slick oil.
She bent her head over and let her dark tresses brush over the sensitive area of his crotch. He groaned and she took him in her mouth with a swooping hungry stroke. Her lips and tongue were turning him to butter and from where he lay, he could glimpse their reflection in the dresser mirror across the room. He watched his big tool sawing in and out of her hollowed jaws, heard the steady, slippery rhythm and suddenly felt his loins explode. The strong, spicy mixture of sperm and oil flooded her mouth and she sucked it down her throat.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CREAM AND SUGAR
Cliff Marsdale rolled over groggily in his bed, managing to open his sleep-heavy eyes enough to look at the clock. Christ! Twelve-thirty already. He groaned and stretched his long body, nude under a pair of sheets. He rarely slept in the raw, but Wednesday night had been so muggy that blankets and pajamas were out of the question.
He realized how down-right exhausted his last trip had left him. Perhaps, he mused, he was getting at an age where he was no longer up to such excursions ... but no, he knew that part of the reason he retained so much of his youthful vitality in his late middle age was that he did not dwell on such worries. He was a firm believer that a man was old only when he began to think old.
Inez wasn't to be seen or heard anywhere this morning; she had mentioned something about shopping downtown, so she had probably left a few hours ago. He had been slightly peeved when he had phoned her from Chicago and she had told him about the youth adult swap she had arranged with the Willards. The more he thought about it, though, the more the idea appealed to him.
He knew Inez got damned itchy on his trips and had long ago admitted to himself that he couldn't blame her if she got a little behind his back. He felt a little left out about this last deal, but what the hell, he had got his share in Chicago. His thoughts lingered briefly on the lovely face and form of Shiela Wilde, a widow he had met there a year ago. He had visited her frequently since then and this time, when he arrived at her plush penthouse, they had hardly finished exchanging hellos before he was pulling her panties down those long, twisting thighs. Mmmmmm, she was certainly sweet stuff.
Rex had phoned last night only shortly after Cliff had gotten in from the airport, to tell him that the Willards were leaving tomorrow for their upstate cabin. The school term had ended last week and they were planning on a relaxed month in the country. Cliff regretted that he would no longer be seeing the beautiful Mrs. Willard. All this sexing lately had made him hornier than usual and he knew it would probably be a long month with Inez.
Rex had been talking about the adult swap and had been so tactful at first that Cliff made a point of assuring him that he liked the idea and wished he had been in on it. After that, the two discussed swapping, exchanging little things they had learned about each other's wives, hints that might be helpful to their respective lives. Rex had also told him what a sweet dish Sherry had been. He had compared her love nature to Connie's and mentioned that, for her age, she knew a hell of a lot about men.
Cliff had only lately begun to realize that he had quite a sexy little dish living under his nose. He remembered when he had first met Inez, Sherry was thirteen and well advanced for her age, but Cliff had immediately taught himself to think of her as his daughter. Lately though, every time he looked at her stunning, lissome features, he realized how mature she really was. The fact was that, in her looks, she was more Nick Jorgenson's child than Inez's. He had seen her and Keith together and knew they probably enjoyed some wild sex together. He knew he had to accept her as a woman and, because of this, he felt he hardly knew her. Who was this beautiful stranger parading around his house anyway?
He decided it was about time to get his ass out of the sack and he pushed the thin sheets aside. He began doing some relaxed sit-ups on the bed, letting his muscles flow easily with the exertion, when suddenly Sherry burst in through the half open door.
She stopped short and there was a dramatic pause as she gaped at Cliff's long penis, laying limp on the taught muscles of his thigh. Cliff was momentarily abashed, but quickly regained his composure and deftly slid his lean body back under the sheets. Sherry too, quickly covered her surprise, which contained a trace of awe, and smiled serenly.
"Well, Daddy, looks like I wasn't the only one beating the heat last night."
She was wearing a housecoat and holding some underwear in her hand; Cliff guessed she was nude under the coat.
"Looks like I'm not the only one to sleep in, either," Cliff replied grinning. "I'll bet you were having an extra good time with Keith last night, seeing as he'll be away for a month."
"Now Daddy," she smiled coyly, "if you're thinking what I think you're thinking well, you're wrong. The fact is, I was over at his house the whole time helping him pack."
Cliff had a teasing remark about her last statement on the tip of his tongue but had to remind himself that he was talking to his own daughter ... well, his step-daughter at least. Sherry must have guessed what he wanted to say for he caught a little twinkle in her eye.
"Sorry to interrupt your exercises, Daddy," she said, "but the reason I came in was to find out if you might want some breakfast in bed. I guess you're pretty tired after your trip."
"Yeah," said Cliff, absently. He caught himself eyeing the thrust of her breasts in the housecoat. "Uh ... yes, breakfast in bed ... umm ... well, why don't you just fix me a cup of coffee, honey."
"Cream and sugar?"
"You bet," he said, wondering if the creamy skin of her body was as sweet to the taste as her mother's. She turned and he watched the sway of her cute little ass before she descended the stairs.
Sherry put the coffee on and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. Wow, she thought, have I got the itch this morning! She was quivering all over as the exciting picture of her step-father's penis kept flashing through her mind. So long and thick with a beautiful crop of black fur. Just imagine what it would be like hard. She flushed as she realized the incestuous direction of her thoughts.
Damn it, anyway! The dryness in her throat and the insistent twitching of her pussy kept reminding her that Keith would be gone for a full month ... a month! She'd promised Keith, as a matter of course, that she wouldn't see anyone else while he was gone, but they both knew she probably would, nonetheless. A month without a big long cock! Forget it! The trouble was, how was she going to meet any guys while she was trapped in her summer office job? There was something heavy in the air this morning and she knew it would be hard to keep control if ... if....
She brushed her long hair with quick, agitated strokes and dabbed a little lipstick on her pouting mouth. Doffing her housecoat, she slipped on a lacy bra and stepped into a pair of sheer hme green panties. Oooooh, they felt wild on her itchy cooze! Was she losing control already? She admired herself in the mirror with narcissistic fervor-oh, the way her bra and panties clung to the full blown curves of her tits and hips, she felt as good as she looked! The panties were rumpled right into her pussy!
She started to put the housecoat on and realized it would be a bit uncomfortable in the humidity of the house. But she couldn't go up to her step-father's room ... she pulled on the housecoat unwillingly and went into the kitchem to prepare her father's coffee. The cup was rattling and spilling in her shaky hands as she ascended the stairs.
"Probably a bit hot for coffee this morning," Cliff greeted her from a relaxed position in the pillows as she entered the room, "but I feel ... well, a bit languid this morning."
"This'll perk you up."
She hoped her tension wasn't telling on her as she handed him the cup. Cliff smiled calmly into her eyes as he sipped the coffee. She was standing there feeling a bit uncertain about what she would do next when Cliff slid over in the sheets and patted the space beside him.
"Here, sit down and we can read the news together. I've been out of this state for a week, so I've got a little catching up to do."
She had forgotten about the morning paper she had tucked under her arm. She couldn't control a little involuntary shiver as she eased down next to him on the bed. Her eyes were fixed on the dormant lump of his virility in the sheets as she handed him the paper.
Cliff flipped casually through the pages while his step-daughter's fragrant presence stepped up his heartbeat. She kept leaning and rubbing against him, asking him questions about the news, deliberately reaching across his body every now and then to hold up a page in mock interest. Cliff could hear her heavy breathing and with each movement of her body he felt a twinge in his loins. He knew she was eyeing the contours of his body through the sheets and suddenly, in the back of his mind, he had just decided to relax and let things run their course.
"You interested in stocks, Sherry?" he teased, as he flipped to the Dow Jones averages.
Oh, how she wanted to say it, sultry, evenly-"No, Daddy, but I sure dig cocks!" Oh, how she wanted to reach out and sieze him through the sheets. Her head was spinning and the muggy room suddenly seemed ten degrees hotter.
"You don't mind if I take off this housecoat, do you Daddy?" she heard her voice ask, quaveringly.
Cliff tried to hide the secret delight from his face. He was about to suggest opening the window but decided the room temperature suited him just fine.
"Feel free," he said, calmly.
He felt her wriggling out of the coat and couldn't resist the impulse to glance over at her supine body. She was beautiful! Bright green panties and a tiny bra! His head was spinning too, and there was a sudden pulsing in his loins. His prick was slowly lengthening under the sheets and he heard her sharp intake of breath.
"Sherry," he said, not quite knowing what he wanted to lead up to, "I'm sorry I'm away from home as often as I am. I'm glad you're on such good terms with your mother, but I really regret that I don't get to talk to you more often."
"Me, too, Daddy ... I mean, sometimes I feel as if I hardly know you. It's only been four years and it's hard to think of you as my father. Sometimes I just want to call you Cliff ... things like that."
"Yes, I know what you mean," he said, eyes lighting. He put the coffee cup down on the nightstand. "I was just thinking that very thing before."
There was a brief lull as they both became conscious of his steadily enlarging protrusion in the sheets. Sherry was shifting her silken thighs nervously.
"But," he continued, "I think we can still trust each other and confide in each other freely. In other words, have a real father-daughter kind of thing."
"Oh, yes. That would be nice. I only wish we could see each other more. I mean, the way you come and go it's, well ... it's just as if mother and I had this handsome older man who came and visited us once in a while," she bubbled.
"Do you like handsome older men, Sherry?" he asked, taking his cue. "Oh yes!"
"Your mother told me about you and Rex-how did you like him?"
"Oooooh, he's just ... I mean...."
"Come on, now. I told you we could trust each other."
"Oh, he's a marvelous man...."
"And a lover?"
"Oh, Daddy," she giggled, "yes he is. He's so ... well, big!"
There was a long pause as Cliff slowly turned to her. Her pantied ass was squirming uncontrollably as the tenting in the sheets throbbed and beat. He had a full erection; she tried to ignore it as he looked into her eyes.
"Well his wife tells me that he hasn't got anything on me in that department."
Her face was flushed and her breasts were swelling uncomfortably in her brassiere as she tried to meet his gaze with her fluttering eyes. She tugged nervously at the bra strap.
"Say," he said, "maybe that top of yours is a little tight. You're getting to be such a big girl, Sherry...."
"Oh," she breathed, "Daddy, would you help me loosen the straps?"
"Sure honey, just turn around."
She shifted over on the sheets as she felt his fingers move to her bra in the back. But he wasn't loosening the straps. He was undoing the catch!!
"How they put these things together is beyond me," he was saying.
She felt the sudden tickle of his fingertips near her armpits and suddenly she was sinking back into his arms, onto his firm, heaving chest as his hands shot around and cupped her trembling breasts. It had all happened so fast, so easily....
Her nipples stiffened like hot darts in the slow caress of his palms. She gave a choked cry of passion and in a single, eager motion, she swept the sheets away from his lust-hardened body. He was planting little kisses on the sweet, soft skin of her neck as she reached out for the rigid, thickly veined lance of his manhood. She clutched and pumped on it as he slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties and gently claimed her oozing pussy.
The room seemed to be turning over and around them as she raised herself up to mount his body ... as she seesawed her pantied crotch on the underside of his stiff pleasure snake, trapping it against his belly ... as he lifted his head to take a dangling, bouncing breast tip in his fevered lips ... as the sibilant friction of the sliding nylon on his scrotum drew a hoarse rumble from deep within him ... as he roughly tore the panties off her bucking loins....
Her torrid cry of anguish obliterated the loud squeaking of the bed as his rampant penis plumbed her torrid pussy through the torn front of her panties. He looked up at the beautiful body bobbing wildly on the end of his big pogo stick as he humped his ass in the bed shoving it into her with the force of his recoil.
"Oh, good ... good!"
Her violent shuddering spasm shook both of them as she bounced and thrashed on her step-father's prick. He watched the contortions of her face through glazed eyes as he shot his load ... Rex had been right about her, he thought, flooding the lust heat of his satyr's body into the submissiveness of her womanly body, maybe this month won't be so long after all.
With this, Cliff took Sherry's clit and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger.
Sherry screamed with delight. Her orgasm was shattering. She collapsed in exhaustion on her father's sweat-soaked body.
"Oh, Daddy, can't we do it again? Oh, please, Daddy. I've never felt a cock like yours in my life."
Cliff laughed at that remark. "Okay Sherry, give me a little rest and we'll see how we can please you the most."
Cliff and Sherry lay in each other's arms for about fifteen minutes just speaking softly to each other.
"Daddy, is this the first time you've had the urge to fuck me? I'd like to know. Really, I would."
"Well, sweetheart, to tell you the truth ... Let's see the first time I saw you, you were only thirteen-years-old. Let me tell you something-I wanted to throw you down and fuck you on the spot. But I had to force myself to think of you as my daughter and not my lover."
"Don't you love Mommy?" Sherry inquired, innocently.
"Yes, I do, very much, but that's besides the point. You see dear, love has nothing to do with this."
"You mean you don't love me?"
"Of course I do, don't be silly. It's just a different kind of love. I love your mother one way and you the other. Of course, that doesn't mean I don't find you as succulent and desirable as she."
"Oh, I see, in other words, you have hot rocks for me."
"If you want to put it that way I guess so."
Sherry glanced down at Cliff's cock. Sure enough, it was starting to rise.
"Daddy," she said.
"Yes, love," he answered softly.
"Let me put your beautiful prick in my mouth."
"Whatever you'd like to do is all right with me."
Sherry nibbled at Cliff's neck. Then she slowly and very provocatively inched her way down to his groin.
She rubbed her nose in his soft, downy pubic hairs and fondled his enormous cock in her hand. Then she positioned herself between his legs and began to play her favorite game.
Her tongue quickly darted in and out of her mouth. She quickly licked her way up from his knees, along his inner thighs, to his prick.
Cliff thought his balls would bust wide open. He began squirming around, uncontrollably in the bed.
Sherry took his strong, masculine legs and placed them over her shoulders. This brought his asshole in line with her sweet mouth.
She began playing with his hole. She seductively tickled it with her index finger while she licked his crack. Cliff was going wild.
"Sherry, Sherry, please don't tease me anymore. Do something. Anything. I don't care what you do. But for Christ sakes, please do something."
Sherry just giggled. She loved to drive men wild. Especially experienced men like Cliff. They were a special conquest. It was easy to drive some high school virgin out of his mind, but a man like Cliff....well that took special talent.
Sherry decided to partially end his agony. With one quick move, she shoved her dainty finger up his bumhole and wiggled it furiously.
This was too much for poor Cliff. He groaned in agony and pleasure. This was a great relief.
When Sherry heard his sigh of relief, she quickly withdrew her probing finger and began tickling him again.
Cliff looked up startled.
"What the fuck are you trying to do, Sherry, drive me nuts?"
Sherry looked up long enough from between Cliff's legs to give him one of her dazzling smiles, then she lowered her head and plunged her tongue right up the channel of his ass. As she did this, she rubbed her nose in his halls, and stroked his prick with her hands.
God, she thought, this is a beautiful cock. So tall, so straight and the skin is so soft. She loved the way the veins were popping right out from the skin. This made her feel accomplished ... like she had done something.
Cliff was going nuts. This little chick was a pro. He reached down between his legs and started pulling at Sherry's hair. He wanted that sweet, little mouth plastered on his rod. He wanted to feel that sweet warmth all along his shaft right down to his pubic hairs.
With one, quick yank, he had pulled Sherry from between his legs and plopped her on her back.
Sherry looked up at him inquiringly. But before she could get a word out of her partially opened mouth, Cliff had plunged his prick half-way down her swan-like throat.
"Come, baby, suck. Suck for all your worth.
Suck your daddy's nice, big cock. Come on, baby, make me come."
Sherry was making gurgling noises. She would have liked to answer Cliff, but her mouth was filled to the brim at the moment.
Cliff kept his fingers entwined in Sherry's hair. She didn't even have to move her head. Cliff was doing all the work. He had straddled her chest and was moving his hips in such a way that his cock was doing a dance in and out of Sherry's mouth.
Sherry drew her lips tightly around Cliff's prick. She made her mouth feel like a virgin cunt with a tongue. She pulled on his shaft and made her tongue dance lightly all around it as Cliff plunged in and out of her oral cavity.
Cliff's muscles began to strain. He began to groan low, gutteral sounds. Sherry knew what was about to happen.
She again made her tongue dance furiously around the head of Cliff's prick. She had to make him come like he had never come before. This would be a feat well done for her. She just had to do it. She was determined.
He gave two more fierce, deep plunges that almost choked poor Sherry, and shot long, hot streams of come into her lovely mouth.
Sherry gobbled it up as quickly as it came. She sucked so hard that Cliff thought she'd suck his testicles right up through his shaft. She drained him ... dry.
Suddenly, his muscles gave way and he collapsed. He lay with his legs thrown across Sherry's chest, panting for air. She had exhausted him.
Good work, sweetie, Sherry thought. I guarantee he'll never forget this blow-job.
Sherry was still lively, though. With a considerable amount of effort, she managed to straighten Cliff out on the bed. Then it was her turn to straddle him.
She lowered her lovely pussy an inch from Cliff's gasping mouth.
"Come on, Daddy, you must be awfully thirsty and I've got something really groovy for you to drink."
"Oh, Sherry, I am thristy. Get me some water, please...."
"Oh, no, Daddy, this is much better," she taunted.
With this, she lowered her body so that her sweet, juicy cunt covered Cliff's mouth.
"Come on, Daddy, suck. It'll taste a lot better than water. Stick your tongue out and lick up all that sweet goo. Come on, Daddy, you'll love it, I know. It tastes so good. Try it."
Cliff would have protested, but Sherry was rubbing her cunt all over his mouth now.
So he obliged her little whim and whipped his tongue around her clit.
Sherry liked that ... oh, did she ever. She began whimpering with delight.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, bite it. Bite it for your Sherry, please."
She began frantically jumping up and down on his face. Cliff realized that if he didn't do what she wanted, she would probably knock his teeth out with her pubic bone.
Cliff deftly began nibbling at Sherry's little mini-penis. She was right, Cliff thought to himself, she's got the sweetest tasting cunt this side of the Mississippi.
As Sherry began writhing uncontrollably all over Cliff's face, he reached up and grasped her hips to steady her motion. When he positioned her properly, he thrust his slimy tongue into her channel. He lapped at her ferociously. He was bringing her to a shattering orgasm.
As Sherry felt her climax approaching, she was shaken by the uncontrollable urge to have a nice, fat, juicy prick in her mouth.
Before Cliff could stop her, she twisted her body around and flipped her hips so that she was straddling his face again. She smashed her asshole right onto his nose and plugged her mouth with his prick.
She sucked him like a wild woman. The more and harder she sucked the faster her orgasm was coming.
She began gurgling and moaning. She bucked her hips wildly. And then it happened. She let torrents of love juice loose. She damned near drowned poor Cliff in her sweet ooze. Then she collapsed in complete and total exhaustion ... still with Cliff's tool in her mouth.
Cliff slipped her body down his. His prick plopped out of her mouth. He pulled his legs out from under her and grabbed two pillows and placed them under her belly so that her nice, rounded ass was waving seductively in the air.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "I'm through. I'm finished. I'm really all fucked out."
"Oh, no you're not, sweetheart. You've got more stamina than a horse. I'd go so far as to say you could probably fuck me into the ground. You just need a little re-stimulation."
"Oh, no, Daddy, please ... Ow, what the fuck...."
Cliff had taken his gargantuan prick and was toying with her asshole. It was gooey and slimy with saliva. He positioned himself against that tight, little bumhole and gave one good push. There was a little popping sound and zap....
"Oh, Daddy, stop! Please you're hurting me. Your cock is too big!"
"Relax, sweetheart, just relax and it'll feel great."
Cliff reached around her lithe body and began toying with her clit. That sent shots of sheer pleasure through Sherry's body. It even drowned out the pain she was feeling in her ass.
Cliff kept pushing slowly until he was in to the hilt. Then he released his hold on Sherry's clit. She was in ecstasy. The pain was gone. All she could feel was this delightful pogo stick stuck up her ass.
She wiggled her hips frantically trying to induce some action. She even began rocking back and forth on all fours trying to get Cliff to move.
"Hey, Sherry, I thought it hurt too much," he laughed.
"Shut your fucking mouth and pump, you bastard. I'm hotter than hell and all you can do is make fun of me. Now pump!"
Sherry's annoyance excited Cliff. He was teasing her now just as she teased him an hour ago. He was going to make her beg to have her ass reamed out.
"Daddy, for Christ sakes, fuck me. Please fuck me."
"You want Daddy to fuck you, love? Let's hear you say it nice and sweet. Now, what do you want Daddy to do."
"Fuck me, please."
"Where?"
"In my ass, Daddy, please."
"How?"
"I want you to ream out my ass until I scream bloody blue murder you son-of-a-bitch.
Stop the shit and pump you fuck. Now!"
Sherry was adorable when she was hot and angry. Cliff could no longer resist.
She was wiggling that little ass of hers all over his shaft and he couldn't hold out any longer.
He began pumping like a jack hammer. In and out, in and out, the friction was building.
"That's it, Daddy, that's it. Pump harder. Harder. Slam it in up to my throat. Oh, Daddy, harder, faster."
Wow, Cliff thought, this kid has got an iron asshole. He was pumping the shit out of her now and she wanted more. She was her mother's daughter all right. There was definitely no question of it.
"Ooo," Cliff groaned. "I'm gonna shoot, baby. Are you ready?"
"No, Daddy, no. Please not yet. I'm almost there, but not yet."
Cliff decided to help her out a bit, so he plunged three fingers into her juicy twat and began frictioning the hell out of her. It was all Sherry needed to help her along.
She rocked back and forth on his shaft and fingers like a fucking maniac. She writhed and twisted her hips frantically. She wanted to feel his prick and fingers touching her canals at every angle possible. Then she reached down and began manipulating her clit.
She exploded in one mighty orgasm as Cliff shot his load into the depths of her bowels.
They rolled ah over the bed while they were in the throes of their mutual orgasm and then collapsed in a sweaty, slimy heap.
It was just about then that the door opened. In walked Inez.
"Well, well," sneered Inez, "I see you've been serving Daddy his favorite breakfast in bed."
Cliff and Sherry were stunned. They didn't know where to hide. When Inez let loose, she had a wild temper.
"Now, now my darlings, don't be frightened. I'm just a little annoyed that I wasn't invited. Don't you think a threesome is a little more fun?"
Inez had visions of a family orgy in her head until she took a look at Cliff's prick. It looked like a shriveled up prune. She realized that it would take two splints to keep that thing sticking straight up in the air.
With a long sigh of disappointment she said, "Well, darlings, it looks like we'll have to make this scene some other time. It seems that the main attraction is all petered out."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GANG-BANG SHERRY
Well here it was, the middle of summer and Cliff was off on one of his jaunts again. Keith wasn't due back for another couple of days and Sherry had this awful itch.
That was one of Sherry's problems. Scratch as she might that fucking itch always came back. Now what was she supposed to do. Who was going to service her now.
Cliff, Sherry and Inez had had some wild times together. Just thinking about them was making Sherry cream. It was also getting her outfit of the day. After all, if she was on the prowl, she had to look her best.
And that she did. She had chosen a slinky mini-dress that accentuated every curve she had. She looked luscious enough to eat, but after all, that's exactly what she had in mind.
She jumped in her car and was off. She didn't know where to but she would just drive around and see where the action was.
Sherry had gone a few miles away from her home town when she realized that soon she would be out of gas.
She pulled into the first gas station she could find. She didn't even look up when the voice said, "fill her up."
"Anything you say, baby," replied the strange voice.
Sherry looked up and when she saw where the voice was coming from she immediately dropped her noncommittal face and started to beam.
The attendant was gorgeous. He was about six feet taU and had dark, wavy hair. His eyes were hazel and piercing. He also sported the most out of sight moustache Sherry had ever seen. She was not usually turned on by moustaches, but this one really looked like it could tickle her fancy.
"Hi," she beamed. "I'm sorry I was so rude before, but I really wasn't concentrating."
"That's okay," he answered seductively, "now what's a pretty thing like you have to concentrate so hard on.
"You'd be surprised," she answered coyly.
"Yeah, I bet I would," he laughed, a hearty, rip-roaring laughter that could be heard four blocks away.
Sherry dug him. She loved his body, his eyes, that moustache and how he put all he could into his laugh. This guy she had to make, theee was no question about it.
"It's really hot out today," he interrupted her train of thought, "so why don't you go into the office, and meet my partners. It's air-conditioned in there and you can have a coke or something."
"That sounds like a good idea," Sherry purred softly. "If your partners are anything like you, I think I'm going to enjoy it immensely."
"Oh, they're like me, don't you worry your pretty little head about that."
As Sherry was getting out of the car, she noticed the bulge in her new found friend's pants. What a cock she thought to herself. This is going to be better than I thought.
"Oh, by the way," she said, "what's your name?"
"Rafael."
"Mmmm, an unusual name for an unusual guy, huh?"
"That's right, baby, you hit the nail right on the head."
Sherry walked to the gas station office. She kept her legs close together so that her little ass would wiggle. Rafael couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
She opened the door to the office and saw two other hunks sitting there.
"Hi," she said, "Rafael said I could come in, cool off and have a drink."
"Whatever Rafael says is alright with us," they said in unison.
"My name is Sherry."
"Hi, Sherry, I'm Stuart and the sulky one here is Lee."
"Oh shut up," Lee grumbled teasingly.
"Well, isn't someone going to offer me the coke Rafael promised me?"
"Sure, sweetie, just hang on a minute." Stuart took a bottle of coke and poured it into a glass.
"Thank you," Sherry said.
"Hang on a minute," Lee injected. "You're not going to give our guest just a flat old coke. Why don't you spice it up a little?"
Stuart nodded his head in agreement and reached into one of the desk draws and pulled out a half-used bottle of rum.
He poured a healthy shot into Sherry's glass, and handed it to her.
Sherry wasn't much of a drinker. Not that she didn't like the stuff, but her tolerance to liquor was really low. But that was okay, too, she figured on taking these three guys on at once. She'd have to be a little loose for that.
She had downed half of her drink when Rafael came in the door. That bulge in his pants was too much for Sherry. She was very hot and a little tight. So with her inhibitions loosened she grabbed for what she wanted.
"Sweetie," Sherry purred, "this has got to be one of the nicest pieces of meat I've seen in a long time."
"You haven't seen anything, yet," Rafael laughed. "How would you like to see it in the flesh?"
"Oh, yeah, please."
Sherry downed the rest of her drink while Rafael lowered the shades and put up the "out to lunch" sign.
Stuart and Lee couldn't believe what was happening. They knew Rafael had a way with girls, but this was ridiculous.
When Rafael was through, he walked over and stood in front of Sherry so that his crotch was right in her face.
He unzipped his pants and out plopped his peter. "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine," he teased Sherry.
"Pleased to meet you," she cooed, and then bent forward and kissed Rafael's cock right on the head.
"You can give him a nicer kiss than that, can't you?"
"You bet your ass I can."
With this Sherry opened that darling, experienced mouth of hers and gobbled Rafael's gigantic prick down. He grabbed her hair and steadied her action on his meat.
This was too much for Lee and Stuart. Their cocks were popping out of their zippers.
Rafael saw this. "Don't be shy, fellas, come on and join the fun."
They really didn't need much coaxing. They immediately began tearing off their clothes.
Rafael stopped Sherry's action long enough to undress himself. When Sherry saw this she decided to do the same. But Rafael stopped her.
"Give us the honors, sweetie," he smiled.
"Of course," she said.
"Come on, guys, give me a hand."
Before Sherry could count to three the three men had her stripped naked and flat on her back.
"Wow," grinned Lee, "look at that creamy pussy."
"You like pussy, Lee?" Sherry teased. "Mine's the best tasting pussy in town. Why don't you give it a try."
Lee kneeled between Sherry's leg and gave a little lick.
"Mmm, sweet as a peach," he told his friends.
"Okay," said Rafael, "Lee, turn her over a little. You take the pussy. I'll take that luscious ass and Stuart since you're a tit man, you can have those two delectible globes."
"That's fine with me," said Stuart.
The three of them were as busy as beavers. Stuart sucked one tit to distraction while he fondled and pinched the other. Lee chewed on her clit while he finger-fucked her and Rafael was stabbing his tongue in and out of her asshole.
Sherry was going nuts. She'd been banged before, but never like this.
She reached out for something she could hang on to. She found a prick. It was Stuart's. She squeezed his shaft with all her might and began moving the skin back and forth.
She was hot ... she was coming. They all knew it because they could feel her body stiffen and quiver.
Lee thought he would help her along. He pulled his fingers out of her slimy cunt and jabbed his tongue as far up her hole as it would go-That was all the inducement she needed.
With one rip-roaring jerk she let go of a load of cream that was unbelievable. She bucked and writhed frantically and then went limp.
The boys kept licking at her until she started to react again. It was as if they had laid out a map and a plan of strategy. Everything went smoothly.
Everyone changed positions as if it were all planned in advance.
They placed her flat on her back. Rafael got in between her legs and plunged his prick into her wet pussy.
Lee and Stuart got on either side of her and placed their throbbing cocks in her hands.
She hung on for dear life. Rafael was frictioning the shit out of her.
She began jerking Lee and Stuart off. Back and forth, back and forth she pulled on their cocks. They all began to groan. They were all about to come.
Rafael gave one last plunge and shot his hot liquid fire into Sherry's belly. Lee and Stuart let go of their loads too. She felt their come on both her tits.
It was just beautiful. Sherry wanted more. She had to have more.
Of course, the men were more than willing to oblige her.
This time, Lee took her pussy. Stuart begged for that nice tight little asshole of hers and Rafael wanted her mouth.
"Okay, fellas, let's figure this out systematically. I wouldn't want any of you to be disappointed."
"Groovy baby, but this is gonna be a hard one," Stuart panted.
Sherry rolled over on her side, and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Okay Lee, see if you can get that gorgeous hunk of meat into my pussy."
Lee lay next to her. And with a little positioning and wiggling slipped his shaft up her wet canal. "Ooo, that feels so nice," she cooed. "Now Stuart, stick that lovely cock of yours up my ass. But do it nice and easy. Try not to tear me apart, huh?"
"Sure thing, baby. Nice and easy Stuart, that's what they call me." He spread the cheeks of her ass and placed his rod at her puckered hole.
He pressed, but it wouldn't go in. So he spit on his hand and smeared his saliva around her hole. He tried again. His prick violated her hole with a little pop. The rest slid in easily.
"How does it feel being the ham in a ham sandwich?" Rafael laughed.
"No funny stuff," Sherry feigned anger, "just stick that luscious prick of yours in my mouth."
"You're the boss, baby."
Lee and Stuart began frictioning her at the same rhythm. The feeling was new and unreal to Sherry. It felt like one, huge cock was pumping away at her insides.
She opened her mouth inviting Rafael's cock to enter. Rafael crawled closer to her.
First she nibbled at the head, lovingly. Then she tried to get her tongue into his tiny pee-hole. Then with one long suck she had the whole shaft in her mouth so that the head of his cock was tickling her tonsils.
The four of them rocked in unison. They were all in heaven. This was probably the best experience they had ever had.
They were all ready. They were all more than ready.
Lee was pile driving in and out of her pussy while Stuart began ram rodding her asshole.
"Oh, shit," Lee cried, "my balls are ready to explode."
"That's okay, man," Stuart answered, "I'm not too far behind you."
Rafael was so far gone he could do nothing but grunt in agreement.
Then it happened. They all came at once. Their orgasms were collosal.
Sherry could feel hot come in her pussy, her ass and galloping down her throat. She was in heaven. By the time these guys got through coming she'd have at least a pint of sperm in her.
She greedily swallowed all of Rafael's load and began tightening and loosening her cunt and ass muscles so she could milk her other two partners dry.
It worked. She pulled on their cocks until they went limp and slid out of her holes.
All three men collapsed in one sweaty heap. Sherry got on her hands and knees and began licking all the sweat and excess come off of their bodies. They didn't even realize what she was doing, they were so out of it and tired. When they finally came to and they saw Sherry sitting in the middle of their bodies just as perky and bouncy as ever.
"Jesus Christ, Sherry," Lee gasped, "doesn't anything ever tire you out."
"Nope," she answered happily, "three good shots of love juice is enough to perk any girl up."
"Yeah, it sure looks that way," Rafael quietly laughed.
"Now listen fellas," Sherry said sternly, "I was nice enough to lick you guys clean and now ray pussy is still all slimy and no one is making a move to do anything about it."
"Are you serious, baby?" Stuart said, not believing his ears.
"Sure, one more orgasm for the road will suit me just fine. Now let's see. Lee has had a taste of my pussy and Stuart ... oh just a damned minute. Rafael, I've just got to feel that moustache on my pussy. I've just got to."
Rafael gave out with one of his mind-bending laughs. "It looks like that moustache gets them every time, doesn't it fellas?"
"Yeah, it sure does," said Stuart, with a little bitterness in his voice. "Looks like I'll have to invest a little time and grow one. Nothing like being a cuntlapper."
Rafael fell onto his back and roared. Sherry saw her moment and didn't waste any time. She straddled Rafael's face. He opened his eyes and saw her slimy pussy descending.
He opened his mouth wide so that he could cover it all.
Sherry was right when she guessed that that moustache would send her to heaven. As Rafael lapped at her cunt, his moustache was tickling her clit. It was the wildest sensation she had ever experienced. She swore from that moment on to have her cunt lapped by only a man sporting a moustache. That would be one of the preliminary specifications.
Sherry just wanted her pussy cleaned by a nice, juicy tongue, but Rafael's moustache was driving her wild.
She cupped Rafael's head in her hands and slammed his face into her pussy. She wanted to stuff his whole head up her cunt. She was trying her damndest to do it too.
It's a good thing Rafael was an agile breather. She would have smothered him otherwise.
Rafael tonguefucked her until she reached her orgasm. This time she was tired out. This guy was really out of sight.
When she regained some of her strength, she gathered up her clothes.
"Hey just a damned minute," cried Stuart.
"What's your problem," laughed Rafael.
"All you guys have had a shot at her pussy in one way or another ... but me ... nothing!"
They all laughed heartily except Sherry.
"Hold on, baby," muttered Sherry, who was now totally spent, "are you saying that you want to fuck me?"
"I don't give a shit. Fuck you or suck you. All I know is that I want that juicy little pussy of yours."
"Shit, can't you see that I'm all fucked out. I feel like a wet mop."
"Aw, c'mon, baby, you can raise a little passion for me, can't you?"
"Stuart, have a heart. I've taken all three of you on at once. What else do you want?"
"I told you, baby, your pussy. I want that cunt of yours around my cock or in my mouth. Whichever you prefer is all right with me."
"All right, but give me a breather. I've never gang-banged before you know. In a couple of weeks I'll be able to fuck all of you right into the ground."
Rafael gave out with another one of his bellowing laughs.
"Actually, I think we can all go another round. What do you think, Lee?" asked Rafael.
"I'm always game for another go ... or come to be more exact."
"Great sense of humor," groaned Sherry. "I wouldn't mind, but it's my cunt you're going to fuck to death."
"Aw, you'll love it and you know it," teased Stuart.
Since Rafael was always known as the gentleman of the group, he made his way over to the cooler and brought Sherry another coke laced with rum.
"Here, baby, this'll perk you up," said Rafael.
"Thanks a load, lovey, I'll need all the perking up I can get."
They just gave her enough time to swallow her drink. They didn't want to waste anymore time. Time was money to them. And they had been out to lunch for an hour and a half already.
Sherry lay back on the floor again. This time Stuart went for her pussy.
"Hey, baby, you need a little warming up, don't you," he said.
"You bet your ass I do," she laughed.
With that Stuart bent down between her legs and started licking at her cunt. It was the grooviest cunt he had ever tasted. He wished it didn't have everyone else's come all over it though. Rafael had done a good job of cleaning it up, but there were still tell-tale signs of sperm tangled in her pubic hairs.
Much to Sherry's surprise, she was getting hot again. Oh, no, she thought to herself. Can I be that short-fused? I've just about been fucked to death and here I am hot all over again.
Then she heard Rafael's voice in the background. "Why don't we let Stuart have a free for all. After all, he's been getting second best this whole time."
Lee agreed. He was tired. He couldn't get a hard-on if the chick stood on her head.
So the ground was all Stuart's. He was in heaven. This little cunt was all his. Mouth, tit, and all ... all his. When he felt Sherry was aroused enough he began fervently tongue-fucking her. He ate her pussy dry. There was a method to Stuart's madness. He liked dry runs. The drier he got Sherry, the harder the friction would be against his rod.
When he had sucked her good and dry, he raised himself to his knees. He put his hands under Sherry's hips and flipped her over.
"Oh, no, not my ass," she cried. "That poor thing has had it."
Stuart laughed. "I don't want your asshole, baby, I've already had that. I just want your pussy, doggy-style."
He placed his shaft at the entrance of her cavity and lunged forward. Sherry almost hit the ceiling. Her pussy was so dry and sore it was unbelieveable. Stuart showed no mercy.
"Okay, baby, pump," Stuart groaned. "Come on, baby, I'm ready to shoot."
Sherry pounded her ass back at Stuart for all she was worth. And then it happened! They were both being submersed in the whirlpool of their orgasms.
They collapsed on the floor, exhausted. When Sherry gathered up some strength, she put her clothes on.
She kissed her partners good-bye and as she was walking out the door she said, "Okay fellas, I guess this will be my regular station from now on. When I said, 'Fill her up,' I never expected this!"
