JILL AND DON HAD A PROBLEM: SHE WANTED TO BE MANHANDLED, AND HE WAS TOO AFRAID OF her fragility to touch her. Through wife-swapping, however, Don got an education, and the time was near to put himself to the test. According to William and Jerrye Breedlove, in their book, The Swinging Set: "...approximately five million couples in the U.S. have at one time or another mutually agreed to exchange partners for sexual intercourse. Furthermore, one out of every ten married couples under age thirty-five will participate (or have participated) in spouse swapping. One out of every five couples, regardless of age, will question each other about this situation, and one out often couples will feel out their friends to see how they feel about it, hoping for sympathetic hearings. All these figures are increasing."
I
"GOSH, YOU LOOK GOOD IN A BIKINI, JILL," PAT Summers remarked, smiling.
"Oh, cut it out," Jill answered, but she was pleased.
The two girls were at ease beneath a beach umbrella, at Bender Lake.
Three young couples had driven down into eastern Oregon from Spokane to vacation together. They had arrived Sunday, and today, on Monday, everyone was settled; they had rented adjoining cabins which sat back from the lakeshore in thin timber.
The lake wasn't large or popular, and the village of Bender was small. Earl Summers had picked the spot; he had seen a small ad in a western historical magazine. The same issue had contained an account of a lost, buried treasure, gold nuggets that early-day prospectors had hidden when they had been attacked by Indians. Or so the story went. A vague sort of map had been included with the article, and the three men were out today on their first hunt.
Jill thought the whole idea was rather silly, but she was enjoying the water and sand and the first real vacation since she had married Don Porter, a year earlier. Pat and Earl had been married the longest-over two years, while Alice and Ted Carlson were practically newly-weds.
Jill and Pat had gone through Northwest High together; they had been close friends for at least five years. Ted and Alice were newcomers, having moved inland to Spokane from Tacoma. Alice, the cute curvy blonde, hadn't left the cabin yet; she liked to sleep in.
"I wish I had a figure like yours," Pat continued, smiling at Jill. "I have the feeling sometimes that Earl is losing interest."
"Oh, I don't believe it!" Jill exclaimed, gazing at the redhead. "Didn't you tell me a while back he liked your nice big titties?"
Pat laughed. "Well, he does appreciate me, there. I guess the first year of marriage sort of spoils a girl."
Jill liked to tease. "Not doing it as often as you used to, is that it?"
"Well, that's part of it ... "
"Oh, come on-you can tell me. We're buddies."
The girls had always talked quite frankly about intimate matters; in the high school days they had double-dated, they had shared dirty books and lewd photographs imported from Japan. Jill felt they were both quite modern in their outlook, and Pat really had no visible figure problems.
She was a bit larger than most girls, a bit taller, and she had fine rounded thighs, a slender waist, and good features. She was quite girlish in every way, perhaps more so than Jill herself.
In her earlier years Jill had been quite a tomboy; she loved sports. But she had soon discovered that the boys didn't like to be outdone at tennis or bowling, so she had toned down her activities and acted less aggressive.
She had been very popular at good old Northwest; she was always picked to model clothes, and she would be doing modeling now, for some of the Spokane stores, if she had her wish. Don, as a plumber, made fairly good money however, and he seemed to want her at home...
She had been elected Miss Popularity, and she had been a Yell Queen. She had a rather pixie-ish face, smooth olive complexion, and raven-black hair. Her mouth had a slight pout that indicated her passionate nature. And she was proud of her figure; her cone-shaped breasts were firm, her waist narrow and her hips sleekly rounded. She got most of her compliments on her legs, though. They were long, cleanly sculptured; they rubbed together when she walked.
When she was downtown, all dressed up, preferably in a sweater and mini-skirt, she liked to exaggerate the sway of her hips and see how many male heads she could turn. It was fun.
Many of her girl friends were surprised when she had started dating Don Porter. He was older than she, by at least six years; he was very quiet, and he hadn't been with the "in" crowd she had run around with after leaving high school.
She had seen him first when he had come to her parent's home on a bathroom remodeling job; he had been so flattered by her interest he had made several unnecessary trips to the house. And she had been quite intrigued by his utter manliness, broad shoulders, narrow hips, sandy unruly hair, and quiet adoration.
It didn't take her long to discover he was single, available, and from a good family. Her parents thought he was just about it. He was a gentleman.
As a matter-of-fact, on their first few dates, he had been so much of a gentleman her curiosity was further touched. At an outdoor theater one evening, however, she had found the key to his shyness.
He wanted her to make the initial advances.
Well, she would think more about that later. Right now Pat's problem, if she really had one, attracted Jill's attention.
"What is the matter between you and Earl?" Jill asked. A light flush crept up Pat's throat. The sun had brought out a few freckles. Jill thought they made the lush redhead more attractive.
"I know we've talked and kidded a lot about sex," Pat said, not meeting Jill's gaze, "but this kind of hurts ... lately I can't-you know, have my climax-when he does."
Jill thought, suddenly. I'm not alone! She had always indicated to Pat that she and Don got along just great in bed, but in reality their sex life was far from what Jill considered the ideal.
She had been very sure Don would get over his meekness after they were married, but the awful truth was that she still had to make love to him. It was really very deflating to her feminine ego. A man should be the aggressor.
She had learned, after their honeymoon, that Don was dominated by his mother. He was an only son. And, at twenty-five, he had been practically a virgin...
She certainly hadn't been; she couldn't imagine any gal of twenty still with her cherry.
On several double-dates with Pat they had both gone the route. Comparing notes afterward had been a great kick. Both girls had used a foam contraceptive since the high school days. When the Pill became available they had begun using this means of avoiding a mess.
Jill sifted a handful of sand through her fingers. She had never told Pat about Don's inadequacies as a lover. She didn't think she could, even now. She did want to help her friend, if that was possible.
"Doesn't he play around with you enough-beforehand?" Jill asked, finally.
Their eyes met and Pat's flush seemed to be leaving. "Not as much as I'd like..." Pat murmured. "We seem to be in a kind of rut, already. The same old position..."
Jill bit her lip. How true, how true.
"I guess most young husbands get in a hurry," Jill said, weakly.
"That's it!" Pat answered. "Exactly."
"Maybe girl's our age should marry somebody older and-more sophisticated," Jill said.
Pat nodded. "You remember Sue Evans ... I saw her downtown about a month ago. She married this fellow who's over forty, old enough to be her father. She said he can really last, you know ... She has at least two or three climaxes to his one."
Jill trembled inwardly, aware of a keen urgency in her loins. All this talk was stimulating her. She recalled that she hadn't had a piece for three whole days.
"Well, that is something!" Jill laughed. "Let's go for a swim. I need something to cool my panties."
"You go ahead, honey. I see Alice coming. I'll visit with her."
"Oh, I can swim later. Besides, we were talking on a very interesting subject ... I wish I could help, Pat. I mean, give you some advice. Why don't you suggest a new position?"
Pat shrugged. "That might make him even more excited. What I need to do is slow him down."
"Have you tried getting him beered up, first?" Jill giggled.
"That just makes him soft ... "
"Heck. I still think of a lot of playing around would be the answer, honey."
Pat frowned. "I sure wish somebody would tell him that. But you know how guys are ... They all think they're terrific lovers."
' "What're you two jabbering about?" Alice asked, wiggling nearer. Her two-piece swim suit exposed quite a lot of rounded flesh. Her breasts strained at the mini-halter.
"Men and sex," Jill laughed. "Sit down and we'll have a real gab-fest."
Jill watched the blonde sink languidly on the blanket, in the shade. She looked a bit like a cat that had just lapped up a bowl of cream. She was barely nineteen.
"Best subject in the world," Alice said. She was quite outspoken. "Aren't you two fillies getting enough?"
"Do girls ever, really?" Pat asked, dryly.
"Honey, you sound disappointed ... A man's like a fiddle. All you have to do is play him right to get wonderful music out of him." They all laughed.
Alice lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply. "I was lucky, I guess. My mother was different; she told me all she knew. And believe me, when I was about fifteen I asked a lot of questions! She started giving me some of her pills, so I wouldn't get preg. She didn't expect me to keep my legs together-all the time."
"I wish my mother had been like that," Pat said.
Jill had no real complaints; her mother hadn't told her much, but she had left so-called marriage manuals in the bookshelf; the new ones were very explicit.
"Well, honey," Alice said. "Let's get down to cases. What is your problem?"
Jill waited impatiently for her husband to come out of the cabin bathroom. As might be expected, the men hadn't found any buried treasure; they had returned in a rather disgruntled mood. The dinner she had prepared for Don lifted his spirits, however, and right after eating he had decided to take a shower.
They were planning to retire early. A beach party was planned for the next evening.
All that girl-talk at the beach, earlier in the day, had made her itchy. Alice hadn't been able to offer Pat any pertinent suggestions that the redhead felt she could use in the bedroom. Slowing a man down was easier said than done. Pat had said she would try, and then the conversation had become more general. They made plans for the upcoming party.
Jill found that she was becoming very curious about what Alice and Ted did do, sexually. The blonde had talked laughingly of different positions and variations. She had said that she had slept so late because she was recovering from the night before. Ted, she claimed, had got her off three times...
Ted did have a rather sensual appearance. He was dark and slender; he worked in a large men's store at Spokane. He was twenty-five; he had married Alice when she was just eighteen.
After cleaning up the small cabin kitchen, Jill had retired to the bedroom and put on the sheer pink nightie, one of her best. Her swimming that afternoon had made a shower unnecessary. She wore a light housecoat over her nightie. She had turned the lights down in the tiny living room; she left a single lamp burning in the bedroom. When Don had come through the door, just before dinnertime, she had had to take the initiative again. She had given him an open-mouthed kiss and pressed her hips close. He had got the message all right. Tonight was the night.
I wish I didn't have to lead all the time, she thought again.
She had waited three whole days-she had tossed out a few hints as they had prepared for the trip-but he seemed awfully dense at getting verbal signals.
Having him the old, regular way was better than not having him at all. Vacations were for fun. She secretly hoped she could somehow persuade him to take charge in the bedroom. The relaxation of a trip out of town, having the other two couples nearby, she hoped, would plant the seed of aggression in him.
I hate to practically take it away from him every time!
He had so many good qualities! She really did care for him. If only he wasn't so meek when they were alone.
She remembered, now, that first time with him, at the outdoor theater. It was their fourth date, and the only caress he had shyly come up with, so far, was a chaste good-night kiss...
He looked very handsome, sitting there behind the steering wheel, his hands resting on it, smiling at the antics on the screen. The show was a kind of romantic Doris Day comedy. She had picked it, hoping some of the heavy kissing scenes would jar him loose.
It was wonderful to be admired from afar, hear his compliments. He always noticed the clothes she wore, any change in hair-styles. The very shyness that had drawn her to him was now puzzling her deeply.
She made up her mind. Tonight was it, or she'd stop seeing him. She was becoming extremely frustrated! She had the kind of figure men liked to fondle; she was used to getting a little once in a while, too. Don had wounded her ego.
Another thing. Once in a while she liked to go to a night club; she could pass for twenty-one. But Don knew her right age and steered her away from joints. She was hoping a few drinks would jar him loose.
She took his right hand from the steering wheel and guided it around her shoulders; she put her left hand on his leg, halfway between his knee and hip. She squeezed lightly and whispered in his ear.
"Other couples are necking, Don. Why don't we try it?"
She felt him tremble. She had worn a snug jersey and a shortie skirt, no nylons or garter belt. As she pressed her left leg against his, she saw her skirt slip back even further. Any guy who could resist her thighs was a fool.
His arm tightened around her. She had gone this far; she might as well show him what to do. She moved her head around and fastened her lips on his mouth, letting them open, giving her kiss a little zoom.
He moaned. A sort of hungry sound came up in his throat. She wiggled her tongue into his mouth. He had lost all interest in the movie. His left hand groped out, and she steered it to her tightly jerseyed breasts. He was coming on. He did like it. He cupped one of her titties as though he were handling Dresden china.
The novelty of attacking a fellow soared her desire. She slide her hand along his trousers, to his crotch. Oh, he was getting up and he had a nice big one. She had guessed this already.
She shot her tongue in boldly, now. His hand tightened on her tittie, and she felt the nipple poke out inside her bra. She eased her mouth away.
"Honey, let's drive out and park somewhere..."
He nodded. He seemed almost dazed by her charms. He was shaking all over.
He didn't know any private necking spots, and she had even told him where to drive. Once there she adroitly suggested the back seat, and he didn't object. She had to start on him all over again, and this time she drew his hand in between her thighs. He had a good touch, really. He wore gloves when he worked and his hands were soft and strong.
"You're so pretty I was afraid to-do anything!" he exclaimed.
Well, she wanted no pedestal admiration. She had to lift her own jersey, loosen her bra and slide out of her panties. She unzipped his trousers and brought his piston out. Oh, was he big and rigid!
Eventually, she wound up climbing in his lap and bringing his prick against her moistened pussy. She liked to play a cock along her crevice, against her tender clitoris. She arched her breasts forward, bringing his mouth to them. He was still shaking. She was afraid he was going to come too soon.
He didn't do a very good job of kissing her nipples, but that wasn't necessary. The temptation of his shaft drew her down on it. She was furiously excited. The expanding of her pussy around his prick was delectable; she hadn't been so hot for months.
And best of all, she soon found he wasn't a jack rabbit. She bounced and squirmed and panted for long, luscious moments. She rode high, bringing the ridge of his prick against her clit, where the best feelings centered.
She felt the edge of her come.
"Do it to me, Don. Do it to me, now, honey!"
He shuddered, his shaft stiffened, and she made a last flurry of strokes way out, right on her clit, until she felt his hands tighten, heard his deep moan, and then she sank deep, bucking swiftly, panting.
The car swayed.
She had her orgasm just as he gushed his juice into her cunt. It was really remarkable for the first time. It was one of the best pieces she had ever known...
The next day he sent her a dozen roses. That was the clincher. No one had ever sent her flowers for her various girlish favors. She adored him. And she married him.
Now, sitting on the cabin sofa, waiting for him to appear, she realized he still had her on a kind of pedestal. He still seemed amazed that a girl so pretty, so shapely, could go for an ordinary plumber.
Only in the last storm of his passion did he grip her as a man should. He evidently thought she was too dainty and delicate, that he might bruise her. Well, she had set the pattern that first time, and it hadn't changed a great lot.
She realized, too, that she could have hooked a wealthy man, or at least one with a bigger income; her beauty was-negotiable. Plenty of attractive gals made the best deal they could out of marriage.
But her mother had married for love; she had lived a happy life, and still was doing so. Jill felt much the same way about things. Why had she tumbled for such a tame tomcat? If he could just be a little more positive in the bedroom...
Why couldn't he understand that she was far from fragile, that she was a red-blooded girl who needed plenty of intimate attention? Why couldn't he rush in the house sometime and swing her down on the floor or any old place and take it away from her?
Pat Summers indicated that Earl, who sold cars, and could slip away from work once in a while, now and then, still liked a nooner.
On those hurry-up pieces, during the middle of the day, she often had better luck climaxing. Any sort of slow buildup made her hubby too fast.
Alice had suggested, during the afternoon's discussions, that Pat work him up for a second one.
"After he has his fun he wants to go to sleep," Pat had said.
"Well, honey," Alice had replied, giggling, "if a girl's itchy enough, there's always a way."
Jill had almost given her secret away. She had wanted to say, heck, I know how to do that. However, she had previously hinted that Don was quite a tiger when they were alone. She felt she would sink right through the ground if her girl friends ever discovered that she had to take over every time.
Don looked so rugged and manly that she had had no trouble hiding his fault.
She hated to go back to her old safety-valve way of releasing her sexual tensions-using her hand...
The bathroom door rattled and Don came out, wearing his robe and slippers, pajamas underneath. His eyes lit up, he smiled. He was reading the signsa lamp burning in the bedroom, the bedroom door open, her light robe carelessly pulled apart at her throat, revealing the swells of her breasts inside the sheer nightie.
When he had first come back from the treasure-hunt she was still wearing her bikini. She had paraded around the cabin a while, hoping he would cop a few feels, but as usual, he hadn't. He had said something about being rather grimy, needing a bath. He had complimented her on her figure, though.
Tonight she was determined to do things a bit differently. Alice had planted a few seeds, and they were growing in Jill's mind.
"Don't you gals ever talk sexy with your hubbies?" the blonde had asked. "Don't you ever tell 'em how you like it?"
Pat had flushed and changed the subject immediately. She evidently felt, as Jill did, that there was something a bit dirty about talking like a trollop.
"You know the old saying, gals," Alice had quipped. "The perfect wife is a good cook in the kitchen, a lady in the drawing room and a harlot in the bedroom."
II
"SIT DOWN, HONEY," JILL SAID, SMILING UP AT Don, patting the cushion on her left. She realized her error, too late. She had instinctively invited him to the girl's usual position. They were both right-handed.
"You get prettier every day, sweet," he said, almost in awe. He moved immediately into the correct place on the sofa.
"Oh, I don't either," she answered, pleased. "Why don't we have a beer?"
He ran his fingers through his sandy, still-damp hair. His eyes fastened on her titties. "Say, good idea."
He stood up, walking into the tiny kitchen. She had missed this opportunity, too. Shouldn't the girl of the house fetch treats for the man? Well, he was just being considerate, as usual. She was a little nervous. Would he really accept a change in routine, after a year of marriage?
He brought the cold cans into the living room and popped the self-opening tabs. They didn't use glasses. He handed her a beer, and she smiled her thanks.
"Honey, why don't you sit over here?" She patted the sofa at her right.
His eyebrows lifted. He seemed rather puzzled.
"Well-if you'd rather," he answered, hesitantly.
Why were they always so formal? His robe was sticking out; he knew what was coming.
She laughed, trying to be casual. "The sun and all that swimming made me a little lazy..."
"You aren't tired, are you, sweet?" He was instantly concerned.
"Oh, no..."
What would Alice be saying? Sit down and play with me, stud.
His home town was Wallace, Idaho. She knew positively there were houses of ill-repute there. Surely he had visited a few whores ... How had they handled him? Various little mannerisms in the bedroom indicated he had been top-ridden before their marriage. What girl could expect a man of twenty-five to be totally inexperienced?
They had never talked about previous amours, which was a sound idea, but he had never dropped one little hint. Her boldness in all intimate matters had to indicate to him that she had been anything but a virgin.
He eased down at her right, concentrating on his beer. This constraint between them, before they got down to cases, was a bit ridiculous how could she break through this invisible barrier?
"How did you like my bikini, honey?"
"Swell!"
Why didn't he reach over with his free hand and cup a tittie? They were aching for caresses.
"We gals had quite a chat this afternoon, on the beach," she said. "Alice thinks you're a very rugged he-man..."
He actually flushed.
She leaned against him. She had put on a little extra lilac perfume, a bit more lipstick than usual. "Naturally, I do, too," she added, cozily. She spread her thighs just enough to part the robe at her knees, exposing bare flesh all the way to the hem of her lace-trimmed nightie.
Somehow she kept remembering Alice's boast, that Earl had got her off three times the night before...
"You're different tonight, Jill."
"I feel really lovely," she murmured, softly.
His robe was really sticking up. He seemed slightly embarrassed. He finished his can of beer, and although he glanced at her exposed thighs, he didn't reach out.
Oh, damn, she thought. It isn't working. I'll have to try something else, some other time.
She leaned across him, to place her can on the little end table, and let her titties brush against his chest. He trembled. She slid her arms around his neck, nibbling at his mouth, flirting her tongue-tip between his lips. He began to come alive. Maybe, when he was more sexily aroused, she could lay her cards out.
It was a crime for a man to be so shy and backward. He liked it-why couldn't he come after it?
The change in positions was slightly novel, at least. She slipped her hand inside his robe, touching his staff. Stings of need curled through her body; she was really hungry for it. His arms finally tightened; he moaned when she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
She worked his penis out of his pajamas, cuddling its swollen shaft. Ohhh, that was better. She played her fingers around the head. Same old procedure, but she felt particularly with the hots.
That sexy talk this afternoon got me worked up.
The kiss ended; she wasn't going to need much of that. With her unoccupied right hand she lifted her titties out of her nighties-top and drew his hand to them. Once there, he began to shape them. They were firming out nicely, her nipples stiffening. The tingles of pleasure were good and sharp tonight.
"Mmmmm-swell!" he breathed.
"Play with them a lot, honey," she whispered, determined to talked more. His prick turned even more rigid. He trembled anew. He liked what she said.
Generally, at this point in the proceedings, no words were spoken. Just a few little gasps and moans, perhaps. She was making some headway.
He still touched her as though she were made of glass. Why couldn't he be a little bolder, give her titties a real fondling? She was strong and healthy. She threw her shoulders back, the motion pushing her charms out further.
"Squeeze them, honey," she encouraged.
"Mmmmmm!" he breathed. His fingers claimed her with more vigor. Thrills chased from one nipple to the other. She moved her left hand from his prick, opened his robe at his chest and caressed his torso.
She had often wanted to kiss his penis, and have him put his mouth on her pussy. She had had a few oral experiences before marriage; she loved it. What would he say or do if she took his prick in her mouth, right now? Would he come too soon?
He always appeared to be satisfied with one orgasm. If he had one, could she bring him up again? This had never happened between them, either. Some other time, perhaps. She didn't care to risk it tonight.
She caught his wrist and drew his hand down between her thighs. She kissed him on the throat. He was always a little clumsy when it came to feeling her legs or pussy.
"Play with me a lot there, too, honey," she ventured.
A jolt seemed to go through his body. His pleasure was obvious. Maybe a beer or two beforehand was the right formula. He commenced breathing faster and his hand between her thighs attained a bit of cleverness.
She opened up, squirming her hips. His hand settled on her cunt, at last. Ohhh, that was much better! She made slow pelvic thrusts, and her left hand returned to his shaft. She could see moisture on the head, and she was having her own coital flow.
Now, if she would just fondle her clitoris. . .
She jacked her hand along his penis, hoping to give him the basic idea.
His deep-throated moan surprised her. The way his body stiffened, she realized he was about ready to come!
Oh, not yet!
He jerked, his mouth opened. Quickly, she swung above him, lowering her hips, bracing her knees on the edge of the sofa. There was a brief tangle of arms and legs, and just when she was about to accept him, fit her hot pussy around his spike, she felt the hot spurt of his come. It went all over her thighs, her nightie...
She almost shouted her wild disappointment. His shaking and bucking, as he panted out his joy, left her in a state bordering on disgust.
She pulled away from him, biting her lips to keep from saying how she felt.
I guess I overplayed my hand, she thought, angrily.
He sank back on the sofa, limply. The sight of his shrinking penis wasn't so appealing, now.
She turned and fled into the bathroom. She slammed the door, locked it. She dropped down on the covered toilet seat, spreading out. She had to have it. The need was too fierce to be denied.
She tickled her slit and her clitoris. Sharp waves of desire boiled in her loins. The little sweet naunces came closer together, ohhh, much closer...
Her pussy just throbbed, her breasts swelled. She sailed into it, bucking her hips, panting, as the tide of her long-delayed yearning exploded.
Gradually her pulse slowed, her breathing slowed. She drew her hand away from her pussy, stood up and cleaned away his mess...
Bitter words formed in her mind. She flung the bathroom door open and strode out in front of him. He was all covered up now, of course.
"Jill-I'm real sorry-" he blurted.
"So am I!" she flared. "I had to go in there and finish!"
His face went pale. She had never said anything like this, ever. He looked the other way, his big hands clenching, unclenching.
"I guess I'm not much of a husband," he said, dullness in his voice.
He looked so woebegone she started to feel sorry for him. She was still mad, though. She had to say more. "You'd be a good husband if you'd act like one!" she snapped. "I get tired of doing it all!"
Blood came back into his face. He still seemed crushed. "Are you-that sick of me, Jill?"
"I married you, didn't I? We get along great except in bed ... " She began to relent a little; he looked so helpless..."Why don't you make love to me, once in a while? You're big and manly enough."
He looked at the floor, a deep flush visible under his tan.
"I-don't know what it is," he said, tightly. "I guess I'm-scared of you. You're so pretty..."
She felt somehow that his trouble went deeper man that. Maybe something his domineering mother had started. She rushed over and sat down beside him.
"Honey, I shouldn't have said those things."
"I'll-try to do better," he muttered.
"Heck, I know you will," she said, patting him.
But she knew it wouldn't be tonight. Too many emotional overtones already. She had failed, miserably. "You go on to bed. I think I'll read awhile."
He nodded.
Sleep for her, she knew, was hours away. She wanted time to think things over.
She kissed him and he went meekly into the bedroom. They had made up, after a fashion, but nothing was really settled. Maybe in the morning, when they woke up, they could cement their relationship. The goad of her desire lingered.
Jill stood on the small front porch of the cabin and stared out over the darkened lake. It was a fine, warm evening. The stars shone brightly, reflecting in the water. She heard a radio playing in the Carlson cabin, which sat between the ones occupied by the Porters and the Summers.
She heard a faint laugh that was obviously Alice's. Their lighted bedroom window was open. Were they having more fun, after the previous evening? Was the cute blonde telling the truth about her amorous experiences with her hubby? Jill felt a curious compulsion to find out. f Trees and shrubs that grew around the area of the cabins would make good cover. She was restless. The quickie in the bathroom hadn't satisfied her completely.
Naturally, it would be wrong to do a bit of peeping, but she couldn't resist. Perhaps her sex education wasn't as complete as she imagined. Maybe she could learn a few tricks ... Somehow, she had to make Don act a little more aggressive.
She left the porch and walked along the trail that skirted the edge of the lake. The undergrowth was quite heavy here. A killdeer called plaintively from the beach. Leaving the path, she steered a course that took her toward the rear of the Carlson cabin.
She saw right away that the bedroom was not only lighted, but the window was wide open. She experienced a thrill as she slipped nearer. Alice's giggles and laughter indicated something sexy might be going on.
"...treasure hunt make you horny, honey?" Alice laughed.
Well! Too bad Don wasn't over here-maybe he was the one who needed lessons.
"...think I could go for a little," Ted answered.
"Well, come and get it baby-but make it real slow and good, will you?"
He laughed.
Jill crept right under the window and raised up until she could peek inside the bedroom. Her eyes opened wider.
Alice was stretched out on top of the bed, one soft thigh lifted, the other straight. She wore a very sheer yellow nightie. Ted stood near the bed, undressing. His shirt was off and he was lowering his trousers.
I came at just the right time, Jill thought, shivering. The screen covering the window didn't impair her vision.
Pink nipples indented the thin bodice of her single garment. Her breasts didn't flatten out in her supine position; they pushed up, straining at the fabric. She weaved her hips and kicked her legs until the hem of the nightie was clear back, exposing her bare pussy, framed by light blondeness.
"What made you so eager, honey?" Alice giggled. "I saw you looking at Jill in that itty-bitty bikini."
Jill flushed, remembering that Ted had indeed stared a little as the boys had come down to the beach.
He chuckled. "You don't mind me looking, do you?"
"Not as long as I get the goodies, honey!"
"I like a nice young one, just like you."
"Well, none of us gals are ancient. I suppose you're wondering about what kind of lay Jill would be..."
"Quit reading my mind, wench!"
Another giggle. "Say, I wonder if they'd go for a little swap?"
Jill felt a real shock. Of all the suggestive ideas ... The way Alice said it, they had evidently discussed things like this before. Maybe, before coming to Spokane, they had indulged. Her ears burned. How could young couples, or any couples, trade? Of course, she had read about the increase in swapping the past few years; it was becoming quite popular.
"Why don't you try to find out, kitten?" Ted answered. His briefs came down, and his penis appeared. It was quite long and big. Of course, Jill had no complaints about Don, if he would only use it more.
"She and Pat act pretty stuck on their hubbies," Alice said.
He came toward the blonde, sinking down on the edge of the bed.
"You know damn well most men'll swing. It's the dames."
"Ohh, I don't know about that," she giggled. "Every gal gets tired of the same old routine ... Jill claims she's satisfied, which I doubt. And Pat had trouble getting her gun off ... "
Jill felt like sinking down in the ground. How could Alice talk like this in front of her husband? What else did they discuss?
"So you're a little tired of the same old routine, are you?" he asked, banteringly. His right hand went out, settling between her restless thighs.
Oh, if Don would only do that, she thought, quaking.
"Oh, you know what I mean honey!" she exclaimed. "All the new sex surveys say a hubby gets a little strange stuff now and then ... and some of the wives do, too ... Would it be so bad if everybody knew? We'd still have it big, between us. Wouldn't a new hen in the hen yard perk the rooster up a little?"
"Hell, you don't have to talk me into it. Work on Jill, and Pat, too."
Jill had trouble believing her ears. But it was true. She watched Ted's fingers playing boldly between Alice's restless thighs.
"Ohh-that's yummy!" she breathed.
He scooted nearer, bending over her. "Your little pussy is real special, kitten."
Her right hand closed around Ted's prick. "Ohhh, I like that, too, honey!"
Jill felt a strong wave of passion in her pelvis. Her titties were turning itchy.
II Don would feel me like that and say some real sexy things, I'd go wild.
Ted kissed his young, eager wife on the mouth, and then for a while Jill heard only the chirp of crickets and the music from a radio in the cabin living room. Alice's thighs spread wider, her bottom started going up and down, and she could see Ted's finger inside Alice's pussy...
Ohh, I envy her! Jill thought, shivering.
She remembered some of the fellow she had gone out with before she had become engaged to Don. Wasn't it perfectly natural for a guy to get his hands on a girl's cunt? Of course! Why couldn't Don be playful, like this? A change in the routine and he had spouted all over her legs ...
In her aroused state, she imagined that Ted was playing with her pussy. He was dark and good-looking and he knew what he was doing. Could I really cheat?
Ted's mouth lifted from Alice's, and she pulled her nightie down, letting her creamy titties free. He nuzzled them. Jill could hear their quickened breathing.
"Ohhh, honey!" Alice gasped.
Ted was sipping at her strawberry-colored nipples, making them stand up sharply. He kept this up for so long Jill thought she would scream with envy. Any red-blooded girl needed this kind of attention.
Suddenly Ted moved above her, but not in the way Jill expected. He spraddled out over her torso, bringing his stiffened shaft between her titties. She pressed her globes around his prick!
Jill's legs wobbled. What a fine sensation that would be. She was turning dizzy with yearning. She knew she would have to go back home soon and play with herself again. Her erotic tension had built too high.
Ted's next move didn't surprise Jill too much. He slid forward a bit more, and Alice opened her lips, taking the head of his prick inside...
She saw the flex of his muscles, heard his excited intake of breath. Alice knew how to do it. The vision of his swollen cock in her mouth was nearly too much. Jill trembled wildly. She slipped her hand inside her robe, under her nightie, and in on her heated pussy. She was all wet with her arousal. Her clitoris was super-tender, and swift little beats of pleasure radiated from it.
Her vision blurred a little. Now, Ted swung completely around, barely breaking the sensual contact, and his head went between Alice's thighs ... Mutual oral. It was in the books, lots of couples did it ...
No one had ever kissed Jill's pussy. Her hope that Don might be that aggressive had turned sour. She always was expected to get on top and do all the shafting ... which she didn't mind. If only Don would screw her, just once in a while ...
She couldn't watch any longer. She was almost on the very edge of coming.
She slipped backward, into the deeper shadows. She found the trail, at last, and raced toward home. As she stepped onto the lake-facing porch, she heard a thin, feminine wail of pleasure ... Alice was having a climax.
Jill stumbled into the cabin.
She considered the possibility of waking Don up, working on him until he was hard again, but he would be shocked. Nothing like that had ever happened between them. Besides, it was too late!
She fell into a chair, her hand returning to her crotch. All those erotic sights and sounds had been too wildly stimulating. She found the wet, expanded tip of her clitoris. She played with it, gently, making slow lifts with her bottom. She closed her eyes, panting as her crest approached.
Ted had his mouth down there, now. Ohhh, the sweet stabs were starting. She hadn't been so hot for years.
A few more tickles ... ohhh-ohhHer titties seemed ready to burst. Ohhh, it was now-it had to be now. It was-it was-ohh-ohh ... "OHHHH!" she shouted, bucking and writhing.
The jerky little waves of her spasm gripped her, tossing her into a thrall of heavenly release. Her pussy throbbed. The chair creaked. It was just lasting and lasting!
The balm of aftermath wasn't as sweet as she could have wished. The ache for penetration hadn't been dispelled. Why couldn't those lovely little contractions be happening around Don's shaft?
She jerked her hand away from her pussy. She was limp. The glow faded too swiftly. She was just another frustrated housewife, filling in with her hand...
A sleepy voice came from the bedroom.
"Wha-what's going on out there?"
She realized her shout might have disturbed his slumbers. Shame rolled through her being.
"Nothing," she answered, dryly. "Nothing at all. Go back to sleep!"
I almost hate him, now. I really do.
III
THE BEACH PARTY WAS GOING FULL-SWING. Wieners and marshmallows had been consumed, and now more beer was flowing. The boys had brought a whole tub of it, and had stacked ice around the cans. The evening had turned warm, ideal for an outing. Radio music blared.
Jill wore her bikini. She had recovered somewhat from the shocks of the previous evening. She and Don had talked no more about his premature ejaculation, or her disappointment. The wall of reserve had come between them again.
She hoped he would get enough beer to turn amorous, and still be able to function! Her climaxes of the night before, instead of calming her nerves, had seemed to accentuate her need. I could use lots of it, thought.
A new element had been added to the gathering.
Pat had become acquainted with a girl who lived in the cabin east of the Summers cabin; she was Kathy Downs, a widow or divorcee. Anyway, Pat had invited her, and the boys certainly weren't objecting. Kathy was older than the other girls by several years, very dark and attractive. Jill thought of Kathy as being slinky.
Rather on the slender side, she had a legginess that almost matched Jill's, and she seemed very congenial. For some reason or another Jill sensed danger in this older girl, and at the same time she felt drawn to her. The boys were outdoing themselves, showing off a bit for the newcomer.
Someone had suggested dancing in the sand, and at the moment Pat was paired off with Don, Alice was with Earl and Jill with Ted. Kathy watched, smiling. She sat near the flickering flames of the bonfire, a short beach robe about her shoulders. Her bikini was nearly as brief as Jill's, however, so that plenty of her sleek body was visible.
The couples weren't dancing close-they were aping the younger set, moving out of arm's reach.
Jill was very conscious of Ted's eyes on her figure. It was impossible to forget what she had seen through the bedroom window the night before. Ted's aggressiveness stuck out all over him. If the opportunity ever came, would she let Ted fondle her body?
The thought was very provocative. Three beers were making her reckless!
"You're the best looker here, Jill," Ted said, his dark eyes traveling up and down her figure.
She swayed her hips in time to the music, as the other gals were doing. Alice, as might be expected, was a bit more abandoned than either Jill or Pat.
"Oh, you're just saying that," Jill answered. Nevertheless, she felt a thrill. He knows how to make a girl moan with joy, she thought.
She still couldn't get over the way Alice and Ted talked. How sexy! And why shouldn't a husband and wife discuss intimate things?
She was still mad enough at Don to feel like flirting with Ted. He was very handsome. And he had a good line. A salesman would be expected to be persuasive...
"Let's quit this kid stuff and dance closer," Ted suggested, moving nearer.
"Why not?" she said, smiling.
He slid his arm around her waist, and immediately she was acutely conscious of his strength, his aura of maleness. He had a beautiful tan. Tingles ran down her legs.
Well, what were parties for? Shouldn't a girl get her batteries charged a little? She hadn't danced with anyone for months. Don didn't care for night clubs ... and where else could a girl dance?
She noticed the others were snuggling up, too, so she didn't feel conspicuous. His arm tightened, and when they turned so that her back faced the darkness, his fingers caressed her waist, sliding lower.
They wore so little, it was almost like being naked.
"Smooth," he breathed in her ear. "Why don't you and Don come over tomorrow night and well play some cards or something...? "
"Who's thinking about cards?" she asked. She flattened her hips to his, encouragingly.
"I'm sure as hell not," he whispered. His hand was pressing her bottom, and she drank in a sharp thrill. "You may slap my face for saying this, Jill, but I don't think that hubby of yours is taking care of you..."
She trembled. Shouldn't she be pushing him away? The other couples were laughing, giggling. The pressure of his chest on her titties was making them tingle and swell. "What makes you think that?" she asked, flirt in her voice.
"You've got taillight in your eyes, baby. Don't kid an old hand."
She laughed, remembering what they had said about swapping. "I suppose you could take care of me, huh."
"I dare you to let me try."
His fingers pressed intimately between her legs, from behind, almost on the edge of her pussy ... A sharp tremor of yearning burned across her loins. She felt the bulge of his penis.
The others were breaking it up, returning to stand by the fire. She hated to stop, but she couldn't create a scene. She swung out of his grip.
"I'll think about it," she answered, squeezing his hand.
Oh, damn, how I need a real man to feel me up!
They walked back to the group, and she appreciated his tact in not trying any more freshness. She went over to stand beside Don, not looking at him. She felt guilty already about letting Ted slide his fingers to the rim of her pussy. But I loved it!
She wondered when Alice would bring up the subject of swapping. Or had they just been pouring oil?
Earl was wisecracking, as usual. "...she's a rag and a bone and a hank of hair, and he's a brag, a groan and a tank of air..."
Everybody laughed. More beer cans were opened. Jill started to put more driftwood on the fire, and Earl objected.
"Who wants light?"
"Not me!" Alice answered. "Why don't we play some games?"
"like leapfrog?" Earl laughed.
"Why not hide and seek?" Kathy Downs suggested, walking over to stand near Jill and Don. "Of course, I wouldn't take part."
"Why not?" Alice asked. "How does this game work?"
Kathy smiled at the blonde. "Several variations. One, let the gals go hide and see if the boys can find you? Or turn it around ... "
"Sounds like fun!" Pat exclaimed. "Unless our hubbies did the finding."
More laughter and suggestions. It was finally decided to let the men hide and have the gals go seeking. Kathy would be the referee. When she called time, everyone would return to the bonfire.
The first step in a swap plan, Jill thought. I'm going to try to find Ted.
She didn't notice Don protesting. She wondered idly if he would be so backward with another girl, with Pat or Alice. She hated the idea that either one of them would find out what a dud her husband really was...
Kathy directed the operation. The girls covered their eyes with their hands, and the men dispersed into the darkness. They weren't to go to the cabins, just stay in the immediate beach area.
Jill peeked out through her fingers, as she was sure the blonde and the redhead were also doing. This whole thing was merely a cover-up for a few sneaky strange caresses.
She saw Ted veer off toward the west, while Don and Earl took an easterly course. Good! A moment later Kathy exclaimed.
"Okay, gals-good hunting!"
"Don't call us back too soon!" Alice quipped, heading east, naturally.
Jill pretended to be confused, and then walked away in the direction Ted had taken. Kathy gave her a parting smile that seemed to say, I know who you want.
Jill wasn't a hundred feet from the bonfire when she saw a shadow move near a bush. Heart pounding, she changed course. What a nice, cozy opportunity!
"Over here, baby!" Ted whispered, loudly.
She moved faster. He came out from behind the bush, and suddenly they were together. His mouth clamped hotly over her lips, his right hand rising to her bikini halter. A tremor of need she had known earlier, during the dancing, reawakened. Nothing slow about Ted! In seconds he had her breasts bared, his fingers shaping her titties. He trembled, and a shiver of delight ran the full length of her body. Ohhh, it was wonderful to be passive, to accept caresses instead of having to go after them.
His tongue pushed voluptuously into her eager mouth. He squeezed her achy breasts, pinching her nipples. Darts of yearning cascaded along her thighs, up to her pussy. This is cheating, but I don't care.
He was drawing her down. Without breaking their oral contact, she found herself sitting on a grassy place, and he was on her right, in the man's position. Her titties were really getting worked over.
The warm darkness concealed them. No one could see.
The sweep of his tongue in and out of her mouth was deliciously provocative. She softened in the curve of his left arm, letting her thighs drift apart. Ohhh, it was good to relax and let the man do what he was supposed to do!
Boldly she reached down to his swim trunks. They weren't there-he was naked! Her fingers closed around his shaft, and the sting of delight quickened. He was real big.
Is he going to screw me right here and now? she thought dizzily. Will we have time?
"Baby, baby!" he breathed, his hand sliding down her tummy and then between her thighs. She was dying for his touches. Her legs were burning.
Instantly his fingers were under the bikini, right in on her bare pussy. She opened her thighs wider, curling her bottom toward his hand. She was wet-the dancing had done that. The way he played with her crevice filled a hunger; the sugary waves of pleasure sharpened.
She tickled his shaft, and when he eased her backward, she didn't fight it. Someone new, someone different ... How had she turned so hot so swiftly? Because she was starved for it!
He teased the erect point of her clitoris, and a whole riot of thrills swept along her body. She was panting, like a slut in heat.
"Damn, damn!" he breathed, swinging between her thighs. His mouth fastened on a nipple; His hips lowered ... she felt the hot head of his prick at the door of her pussy...
"Ohhh, it was all wrong, wrong-but she lifted, she wiggled and swung her bottom...
The heated, erotic snugness of his shaft, as it pushed in, brought a cry from her throat.
"Ohhh-OHHH!"
He moaned. He stroked and stroked. She felt her pussy quivering and jerking around his prick. She was going to have one-have one-ohhhh...
Far away she heard a feminine voice calling time!
"Damn!" Ted blurted.
He went faster,, faster. She strained, giving, glorying in his manly pounds, right in where they counted...
She felt his shudder, and heard his fierce muffled cry, and then her whole pelvis exploded. Juicy little spasms rocked her vagina. She was coming, coming, coming! The spurt of his passion, the last short hard pushes into her cunt, soared her into a plane of throbby abandonment. She thrashed around wildly, crying out her joy.
"Ohhh-ohhh-OHHH-OH!"
He flattened on her, full length. She swam up out of her thrall, pushing at him.
"We, have to get back!" she breathed.
"Sure, baby. God-you've really got it! We'll have some more..."
"Yes!" she panted. It was awful to have to stop now. She knew she could climax again. He was still hard! "But not now-please!"
He lifted away. Hastily she tied her bikini together. Thankfully, she had brought some tissue...
They walked back toward the fire, almost as though nothing had happened.
But she knew she had reached a cross road in her emotional life. I needed it so badly, I fell right over. Why couldn't we have had more time?
"Don't forget, Jill," he said, just before they reached the perimeter of the light.
She nodded. How could she ever reconcile this act after she sobered up? In five minutes he had me screwed!
Her legs were still wobbly.
That was the best climax I've had for years. I went off twice!
Jill waited in the bedroom of their cabin. Don was fussing around in the bathroom.
She was still woozy on beer. The party had broken up shortly after the game, and the couples had dispersed to their various summer homes. The pangs of guilt about what she had done weren't striking too deep, yet. Pat had found Don, of course, and Alice had discovered Earl's hiding place.
Jill wondered how far Pat had gone with Don. Had he acted as he did with his wife? The jokes and wisecracks about the game had made it rather difficult to guess. She almost hated to face her best girl friend after the hints she had tossed out about Don being a good lover.
Or, would he act like a man with another girl?
Well, she was fairly certain that Don hadn't got any, because he appeared to be in the mood for some loving. And, strange to say, she was, too. The quickie with Ted hadn't really lasted long enough, despite its violence. She was just high enough on beer to want some more fun.
She had used the bathroom first, and she now wore a thin nightie-nothing else. She hadn't climbed under the covers; the cabin was still warm.
Ted wanted her again, and she had to admit she craved another screw from him. Would Don go for a swap? Would he find Alice interesting?
Maybe she could teach him something, Jill thought, surprised at her sexy imaginings. I'd like to spend a whole evening with Ted. Ohhh, I went off so hard!
Don finally made his appearance. His face was flushed from the beer. He didn't wear his robe, just his pajamas. She had a lamp burning beside the bed, and she hoped he would leave it on. However, wasn't she in charge when it came to home stuff?
Generally they did it in the dark-when they were in bed.
"Have fun, honey?" Jill asked.
"Well, it was different ... "
She giggled. "Does Pat know how to neck around?"
He seemed uncomfortable. He didn't look at her.
"Oh, don't act so guilty," she chided, hoping the;, could talk more frankly. She didn't feel as mad as she had the night before. Don really was a pretty nice guy; no man could be perfect ... I'm not! Just a few moments alone with Ted, and he had his stinger in me.
"What did you think of the game, sweet?" he asked, sitting down rather gingerly on the edge of the bed.
"Heck, it was all right ... " She wiggled her hips invitingly, letting her thighs drift apart. III got enough at home I wouldn't have done it.
His pajamas were sticking up; he liked what he was seeing. She stretched her arms out, over her head. The motion drew her breasts taut, firming them into enticing hills. He flushed.
She had to say it. "Why don't you play with me a while, honey?"
He jerked his eyes away. He seemed even more queasy than before. Oh, damn-what's the matter with him?
"I'm still kind of drunk," she hinted.
He shook all over. He stiffened even more. "Jill-I did something wrong, tonight ... "
"Oh, for heck's sake!" she said, sitting up quickly. "It was just a little game..." She wiggled over and sat beside him. The nightie was back to her hips. She realized she would have to take the lead, again. She needed more.
She wanted to shout, I don't care what you did-if you'd only turn into a man ...
She was on his right, again. She had moved into the aggressive position. She didn't want an argument, now. That would spoil the whole show.
"Honey," she whispered, leaning against him, reaching out to shape his penis. "I won't break if you feel me up a little ... I'm your wife."
His prick throbbed in her clasp. He was still hidden by the pajamas, and she eased his love-staff out into the light. She felt a wave of passionate eagerness.
"You-you're so beautiful!" he blurted.
"Oh, I'm not that pretty ... I want to be made over, like any other girl."
He was still awed in her presence. He was afraid of her. She wondered again what he and Pat had done ... because he seemed to feel so guilty about it.
Would Pat, her best friend, tell the truth? Girls were so tricky, though. She realized she wouldn't reveal that Ted had screwed her in a matter of minutes!
"Would you do something for me, honey?" she asked, in her most intimate manner.
"Anything!" he said, tightly.
"Will you try to be-more forward, with me?"
"Yes!" he answered. His voice was so choked with emotion she was humbled. He was crazy about her. She was making progress, though. They had talked about it, anyway. He was in such a turmoil she decided not to say any more tonight. Let him think about it a while.
Maybe a little swap with Ted and Alice would turn him on ... The blonde would surely give him an earful! Right at the moment, Jill thought she could endure any remarks Alice might make, afterward, about how coy Don was.
She looked down at his rigid penis and wondered if she dared take the head in her lips. Better not-she wanted him to last. She wanted no more premature spurting. She craved him inside. The thing with Ted had been so brief it was more like a teaser than a screwing ...
She was sobering up enough to realize that Ted had made her come away up inside; he had made her pussy just vibrate ... This hadn't happened many times in her whole life. The thrill of someone new ... his vigorous caresses had triggered a real good one.
She trembled at the erotic memory; she drew Don's hand over between her opened thighs.
"Mmmmmra!" he breathed.
He was still fumbling, his hand shaky, but she didn't need much teasing, now. She was ready for shafting. Ted had made her dramatically aware of how badly she yearned for it.
She eased him backward, on the counterpane. She unfastened his pajamas. She would go ahead and be the man once more.
She nudged him over into the middle of the bed. She lifted the nightie up and over her head. He kicked his pajama bottoms away. Immediately she slid halfway on top of him, pressing her bare titties against his chest, opening her mouth. She fastened her lips on his. He moaned his appreciation. She didn't want to fondle his prick any more. He might be too swift; she had overdone it the night before!
Boldly she sworded her tongue into his mouth. She wiggled her titties across his bare chest; she dropped her right leg between his, hunching slowly. His prick lay along her tummy, hot and big.
This was pretty much the same old procedure, but somehow the excitement of the evening added fuel to her need. Gingerly his hands ran along her back, down to her waist. If only he would squeeze her bottom and run his fingers in between her legs and fondle her pussy! She was all spraddled out...
Maybe next time!
She raised up, bringing her bottom down toward the target. The kiss ended. She could tell he was very excited. Shivering, she centered her moist, hot pussy on his prick. She came down, slowly, taking him in.
Ohhh-it was hot and good. He moaned.
This was what every wife needed, a big long prick she could have all her own! She went around and around, keeping him deep. His quickened breathing made her stop. Surely the beer would show him down some. She needed lots and lots of the sweet in-and-outs!
I could do this for an hour, at least, she thought, the liquor giving wings to her mind.
She lifted until they were almost apart, teasing the head of his prick along her crevice, then against her clitoris. Ohhh-that was delicious!
Why couldn't he lift his hands and cup her titties? They ached for caresses.
She came down on him slowly, in little rotary jabs. She felt very abandoned.
Ohhh, I could have a climax right now, but he'd probably go, too ...
Maybe she could bring him up again! Alice had said a smart girl could. Better not risk it-she wanted the joy to last as long as possible, and if he went limp too soon...
Now, some nice, long deep strokes. Ohhh-how shivery and delicious! The bed creaked. Would she dare talk, now? Would it spoil his nice big hard-on?
He moaned, his hands on her-back tightening. Please don't come yet, she almost shouted.
His face twisted. His breath sucked in, and a violent tremor went through his body. Ohhh, damn it-he was going off! She bucked swiftly, riding high, and then the heaven commenced. As usual, in his last straining seconds, he became somewhat like a man. His hips lifted, he seized her, shooting his prick up further. A harsh cry broke from his lips. She reached the too-quick crest ...
Her orgasm beat and beat through her loins, and the spurt of his come followed the final swelling of his shaft. She pumped and pumped, getting all of the joy she could before he went soft.
It wasn't coming again, though. The delight faded, leaving a kind of dull ache, far inside. She flattened on him, savoring what she could of it ...
Ohh, damn-why does he do this, so soon?
She swung away, finding the towel, biting her lips to keep from expressing her disappointment. I guess I was lucky to get what I did.
A memory of Ted drifted through her mind. Tall, dark, virile, and so bold...
I'm going to let him screw me again, she thought. And I hope it drags out for hours.
IV
JILL WAS JUST CLEANING UP THE KITCHEN WHEN she heard steps on the stair that led up to the cabin's front porch. Don was gone with the other two men, treasure hunting again. She thought the whole project rather silly.
She went to the door, and through the screen panel she saw Kathy Downs.
"Well, hello," Kathy said, in that sultry voice of hers. She wore a very revealing two-piece sun suit of bright red. Her lipstick matched it. She looked very chic.
"Hi," Jill said, pleased. "Come in!"
As Kathy passed through the door, walking very close to Jill, she felt a bit of that odd attraction she had experienced the night before. Jill had never been so aware of another girl, and it bothered her.
"You look cute in snuggies, honey," Kathy said, as Jill guided her guest to the sofa. Kathy's dark eyes surveyed Jill up and down, almost as a man would...
"I should be in the sun suit, like you," Jill answered, taking a chair. "Going to be warm again today..."
Kathy lit a cigarette, leaned back and stretched her arms over her head. "I'm restless today. Hope you don't mind visiting..."
The move drew her rather prominent breasts tightly against her halter, and Jill felt a slight flush crawl up her throat. She excites me, sexually, Jill thought, guiltily. And that's very wrong.
She drew her attention away from the slinky brunette.
"Have fun last night?" Kathy asked, winking.
"Nice party..."
"Oh, come on, now. I mean the game."
Jill laughed, feeling more at ease. "I guess a few feels from another guy won't hurt a gal."
"All you girls have appealing husbands-but I know how it is. I was married for years ... I won't say I was completely faithful."
"Do husbands really expect it, nowadays?"
"I don't think so. For years it was all right if the man sneaked around a little, but people are swinging more. Why shouldn't a wife get a few thrills, too?"
Ever since she had awakened that morning, Jill had cried a sensation of wrongness around inside her. She had be n so easy. Kathy's words seemed to lessen her feeling of guilt. She planned to go over later and visit Pat, see if she could find out what Don had done during the game.
"You're right," Jill said, at last.
"I watched your hubby at the party," Kathy said, smiling. "Are you two spatting?"
"We've had arguments."
Kathy sighed. "About the usual things?"
Oddly, Jill felt she could confide in Kathy more easily than she could Pat. She and the redhead never seemed to come to grips about the subject of sex. Wouldn't a sophisticated girl like Kathy know more, anyway? She had lived in Portland, she had said, most of her life. It was a much bigger and more cosmopolitan city than stodgy Spokane.
"The usual things," Jill said.
Kathy laughed. "Most young hubbies are too quick, if you get what I mean..."
"That's part of it!" Jill said, remembering her disappointment. Quickies were all right, but she felt she deserved a good, long, thorough loving.
"Sometimes the second one is better than the first one, honey!"
Jill flushed.
"Come on, you can tell me. We're not teen-agers." Jill looked at the floor. "Don doesn't seem to go for seconds."
Kathy shook her head. "I'm convinced that girls should marry a much older man-the first time." She snubbed out her cigarette. "They know more."
The conversation, Jill realized, was stimulating her, physically. She would have welcomed some attention that morning, but Don had been very quiet. Sobering up, he had seemed more backward than ever.
"I could offer a few suggestions," Kathy said, lightly. "Not that I'm any expert, but I hate to see a young, pretty wife unhappy." There was that tone of admiration, again.
"I'm all ears," Jill answered.
"You could try being a little forward."
Jill nearly burst out laughing. If she only knew. "You mean, for seconds?"
"Of course, honey. They're all eager the first time. The younger ones, especially." Kathy spread her thighs, slightly, and Jill couldn't help but see the clean outline of the other's vee. "Usually a little oral stimulation will make 'em interested again ... "
I wish I dared, Jill thought. Her cheeks were warm. She hated to admit that she never had with Don, nor had he ever, with her.
"Sounds interesting!" Jill answered.
"Sometimes a little sexy talk will help, too," Kathy said.
Jill felt a definite arousal. Was she so starved for a good loving that she was affected by another woman? She had thought about it a few times; her preference had always been men, and no girl had ever really made any passes at her.
The idea of trying to make another girl wasn't her cup of tea-but what if some appealing woman did the chasing?
Why am I even thinking about it? My big concern is my hubby.
She decided to change the subject. "Kathy, would you like some coffee or a drink?"
"A drink might help. I'm a little hung over."
Jill busied herself in the tiny kitchen. Perhaps she needed a drink, too. She could take a nap later and sleep it off. They had half a bottle of vodka, and she mixed two screwdrivers. She liked Kathy. It was different than with Pat. Kathy was more mature, she had been around.
When Jill brought the drinks into the living room, she decided to make a little joke. "What do you do for male company, Kathy?"
The older girl laughed. "I came out to this little spot to sort of rest up. I'm getting over an affair-having a slight emotional hangover, I guess."
"Sorry."
"Oh, don't be. I'm enjoying it here."
"I don't suppose these young husbands interest you."
"They're okay, but I really prefer an older man." She winked. "They seem to have more mileage-and more money to spend."
They sipped their drinks and Jill began to feel much more relaxed. The sensation of intimacy was growing. Something naughty and wrong about it, but definitely thrilling ... She no longer resented Kathy's roving eyes.
"Honey," Kathy said, her voice softer. "Would you be shocked if I asked you a personal question?"
The vodka was simmering in Jill's veins. It felt good. "No, not at all."
"Look-there are other ways for a girl to get her satisfaction..."
Jill trembled. She knew what was coming.
"With the right other girl it can be real nice..." Kathy murmured. "I prefer men-but the period of adjusting to a guy can be pretty nerve-racking. Do you dig me?"
Jill nodded, flushing. She felt a quirt of need between her thighs ... I'm getting propositioned, and I think I would like it.
Kathy finished her drink, set the glass aside and glided over near Jill, sitting on the arm of the chair. Jill trembled again as an arm went around her shoulders, and lips brushed her ear.
"Honey," came the soft whisper. "You're hungry for it, just like I am ... Most men don't understand that a girl needs lots of loving, especially a beautiful young sexy gal like you..."
"I-don't know," Jill protested. "I've never-" A hot tongue-tip went into her ear! Kathy's right hand slid to Jill's jerseyed breasts. Her nipples tingled. She was hungry. She had wanted Don to take her that morning, and he hadn't.
"This won't hurt you with your hubby, honey," Kathy whispered, caressing Jill's breasts. "Might even make it better!"
Jill shivered violently. She turned her head, and suddenly soft lips covered hers, a heated tongue-tip slid sensuously inward. Ohhh, it was delicious! The roving hand moved under her jersey and clever fingers unhooked her bra. The feel of those fingers on her bare titties filled a yearning within her. Don never played with them enough. And Ted hadn't had time...
She softened, swimming in a pond of warm naughty desire. Her titties simply ached for more-and more. And ohh, how good it was to be girlish and let her partner take over. She was sick of being aggressive. Did it really matter if a wiser, knowing girl was the partner? I want her to fondle me all over.
The kiss went on and on, turning clingingly hot. This was something else Don neglected-giving her plenty of soulful bussing. She had to push her tongue into his mouth. He seemed to feel it was just something necessary, and never appeared to enjoy it the way she did.
Plunge, plunge went the voluptuous sword, in and out, thrilling Jill deeply. Her titties were swelling, and a riot of delight ran down her tummy, to her pussy ... She was turning moist and hot there, already!
When the hand dropped between her thighs, onto the curve of her vee, she was shiveringly eager for it. She found her legs spreading, her hips lifting...
"Ohhh, you sweet thing, you!" Kathy breathed into her lips, already puffy and eager for more. "Let's go in the bedroom."
Jill nodded. In a kind of trance she felt herself walking into the next room, being guided down on the bedspread. Kathy's halter was open, her pear-shaped breasts, brown-tipped, rather small but shapely, were exposed.
Jill reached up and touched them. A jolt of erotic joy ran down her arm, through her body.
"That's it, honey-feel me, too. I love it!"
The sly hands lifted Jill's sweater, and she raised up so it could be taken off. Her already opened bra came next. She sank gratefully back down again.
Kathy began peeling the stretch pants away, caressing as they came off, tickling along the tender inner zones of Jill's thighs that Don had so long neglected...
The knowing fingers slipped inside Jill's panties, against her moist crevice. A sweet shudder made her gasp. Kathy knew just where to fondle-all along the sensitive labia, then up to the swollen tip of her clitoris...
"Ohh!" Jill breathed.
Slowly the panties came away; she lifted eagerly to free them from her bottom. She ached all over with a kind of glowing ache no one else had ever ignited.
She was naked now, and she watched Kathy remove her pretty red shorts. No panties underneath; just the dark V of her pussy. The red halter was already on the floor.
Jill scooted over and Kathy sank down, in the man's position. Instantly the clever soft hand went between Jill's thighs, and those red lips enclosed a tumid, tingly nipple. A gentle sucking action made Jill shiver.
"Ohhh!" she gasped, widening the spread of her thighs. Her pussy was on fire! If Don would only do this to her, tickle around and kiss her nipples ... really work her up to it ...
Delightful, sensuous moments ticked away. The little shivers of her need were quickening, ohhh so slowly, so sweetly! She reached up to hold Kathy's breasts, tickle the sharpened, erect nipples. Kathy was trembling, too.
"Ohhh!" Kathy gasped. "Let's have a quickie and then we'll make the next one just last and last ... "
"Yes, yes!" Jill panted.
Kathy slid smoothly between Jill's thighs, and the hot touch of their girl-mounds, coming together, the little swift hunches that centered right on Jill's clitoris, hurled her into a froth of quaky delight. The stiffened tips of Kathy's breasts poked at Jill's swollen titties.
The tide of Jill's need rolled higher, higher-she heard Kathy's swift panting, and then her voice.
"Come to me, honey! Come now-come hard! "
Jill's legs drew back, the heated contact of pussy on pussy became unbearably sweet, and suddenly the heaven tore at her loins. It came in honeyed little jerks-answering a frantic need, bathing her nerves with swoony palpitations.
"Ohhhh!" she heard herself shout. "Ohhhh-OHHHH!"
"Ohhhh-I'm going off too!" came Kathy's cry.
They writhed and bucked and strained. The spasms in Jill's loins seemed to just go on and on and on...
I loved it when she asked me to come.
"I knew we had it for each other," Kathy whispered, kissing Jill gently on the lips. Jill's storm had subsided, and she lay flat on her back, eyes closed, savoring the exquisite balm of release.
Kathy had gone to the bathroom and returned with her handbag and a towel ...
It was so wonderful to go lax and let the slender, active girl do the making, initiate the caresses. She felt no tide of shame, as she had expected. Kathy had spotted her yearning; she was so gentle and clever. And wasn't this safer than playing around with another girl's husband-like Ted? Who thought anything about two girls visiting for the afternoon?
"You have such a nice cute little puss, honey," Kathy whispered playing lightly between Jill's thighs. Her need was reawakening. The bars were down; doing it again wouldn't create any more problems than doing it once!
"Oh, I'm glad you like me!" Jill breathed.
"What was it like, sweet? Was it real good for you?"
"Ohhh-wonderful!" Jill murmured, shivering as the sly fingers found her clitoris. Talking this way seemed to give her an extra thrill-probably because Don was so quiet and serious about it all. Sex was for fun, wasn't it?
"Did your little gun go hard?" Kathy breathed.
"Ohhh-yes! Real hard!"
"I've got something here in my purse that's nice and long and hard ... and it feels real swingy inside..." Jill opened her eyes. What next?
Kathy sat up and opened her handbag. Jill watched as an object came into sight. A dildo-an artificial penis ... Well, they were being advertised in the racier magazines now as vibrators. But the very shape indicated their purpose.
"A girl's best friend, honey," Kathy laughed.
"But first I want to get you all ready for it ... okay?"
Jill was beyond caring. She wanted more.
Kathy moved to the foot of the bed, turning to bring her head between Jill's thighs. How often had she wished Don would kiss her there? This would be new, too! What a sexy afternoon! Ted, and now Kathy-new thrills, dangerous excitements ...
If Don would screw me enough I wouldn't need this.
She opened her thighs, feeling Kathy's hands cuddle her bottom, then the brush of lips across her pussy ... Her titties, which had finally received enough sensuous attention, at least for the time being, seemed extra large.
A hot tongue-tip in her slit made her shudder.
"Ohhh-Kathy!" she cried, softly, curling her hips higher. What a delectable sensation!
The stings of pleasure were coming closer together-hotter, sweeter ... She cupped her own breasts, teasing the achy nipples. Kathy seemed to sense that Jill was almost ready to come again, and the exciting movements stopped. The pause was almost as sugary as the rest.
"Ohhh-make me do it!" Jill pleaded.
Gently the stroking came once more. A rich shudder swept along her body. She opened her mouth, straining, hoping ... But not this time! Another long wait ...
This was the way to enjoy sex-make it last.
She felt Kathy move away, and then a new sensation gripped her. She felt a soft yet firm big thing going in her shivery cunt. Ohhh, it was good, good. It filled her, making her pussy vibrate around it.
In, out-in, out-ohhh-almost-ohhh-
Suddenly Kathy was almost above her, mouth lowering to her nipples. The delicious probe was still going, going-away deep-ohhh-away out-then in, fast, faster...
"Come again, baby!" Kathy panted. "Come real hard!"
The words triggered her joy, again. Excruciating spasms whirled through her loins. Her ache burst in a shower of sparkly beats. Talk about a gun going off. Hers was firing and firing and firing! The bed creaked as she bucked and writhed.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she cried sharply. "Ohhh . . .ohhh "Ohhh! Ohhh!" she cried in short sharp moans. "That's so good."
She was vaguely aware, in her thrall of ascending from her height, that the object was no longer inside her, and that Kathy was between her thighs once more, panting and squirming.
"I'm going to have one, too!" Kathy moaned.
Jill gripped the source of her pleasure and they bounced together until she felt the waves of Kathy's orgasm strike. She experienced a few more spurts of joy as the slender girl shook, cursing in her extreme of delight, pounding furiously.
"Ohhh-dirty damn! Ohhh-Goddamn!"
Long moments later Kathy stirred and rolled away. Jill hadn't felt so happily pooped for ages! The cozy sensation of being satisfied, afterward, was just too wonderful. She didn't care if she was a slut and a cheat.
Having to force herself on Don had robbed her of her ability to respond, deeply. Ted had shown her that-and now Kathy had demonstrated her talents.
"Ohhh, we do go off good together, don't we, honey?" Kathy murmured.
"I wouldn't have missed this for anything," Jill said, dreamily.
Kathy laughed, softly, intimately. "We'll have more good times, too, honey..."
And why not? Don was a clumsy clod! How would she ever get him oriented? How could she ever turn him into a good screw? Thinking the word didn't faze her, now. She was becoming a real swingy broad...
After Kathy had gone back home, Jill had a nap. She woke very refreshed. She had a quick shower, fixed herself a light lunch. She was hungry. Nothing like a good screwing to perk up the appetite.
She felt she was practical enough not to worry too much about the Lesbian side of her pleasures. It was something that would pass. The morning had been a revelation in sensuality. She had done some growing up.
And the dildo? If things with Don didn't get better maybe she would buy one of the new vibrators. High time she stopped being a dreamy-eyed bride and faced up to reality.
As she was walking down to the beach, wearing her bikini and a light terry-cloth robe, redheaded Pat came along the trail. She had on a fetching green sun suit.
"I was just coming over to visit," Pat said.
"Let's sit in the sand," Jill suggested.
They moved toward the stretch of beach below the cabins, found a shaded spot and sat down.
"Say, you look bright-eyed today," Pat said. "No hangover?"
"A little sexing seemed to take it away," Jill said. She didn't have to say with whom.
Pat giggled. "Earl was in a good mood, too."
"Swell. Does drinking slow him up."
"Gosh, you're sure curious."
Jill laughed. "Well, we all like a good, long ride, don't we?"
"You're awful! I guess you could say the beer sort of slowed him up. But the party helped..."
Jill saw her opportunity. "Heck, yes. A little dancing and horsing around ... How did you get along with Don? I mean, in the game?"
Pat looked the other way. "He acted pretty bashful." Her voice changed. "What do you think about-things like that? Isn't it kind of wrong?"
Jill remembered what she had overheard Alice say. The blonde was evidently planning to propose a swap, and Jill admitted that she would like to have another date with Ted. Her outlook was undergoing a change. Getting some strange stuff made a difference!
So, why not let Pat know how she felt?
"Oh, lots of things are wrong nowadays. But wouldn't you like a little change once in a while?" She recalled the conversation of the previous day. "You said you couldn't go off when Earl did..."
Pat flushed. "You talk like Alice!"
"Call a spade a spade," she laughed, kiddingly. "Or did you do better last night?"
"Some," Pat admitted. . "Heck, come on out and say it. We've been friends for a long time. I think Alice is mostly right. Most of the young men are too eager-they don't last long enough."
"That's one way to put it," Pat answered.
That evasiveness again. Jill wondered if she knew the redhead as well as she had supposed.
"Oh, say a few dirty words, Pat. They won't burn your tongue. How would you feel about having a game that would last a few hours?"
"You mean-trade husbands?"
"Why not? It's being done."
"Gosh, I don't know ... I'd have to think about it."
Jill saw Alice leaving the Carlson cabin. Good. The saucy blonde wouldn't beat around the bush. The memory of Ted lingered in her mind. If Pat and Earl wouldn't swap, maybe she could talk Don into a party with Alice and Ted. Vacations were for fun, weren't they?
"Hi, fillies!" Alice said, moving up beside the other two girls. The blonde wore a very brief two piece swim suit of bright yellow. Jill thought she looked particularly sexy today. I seem to be noticing other girls more than I used to.
"I hope you're talking about men," Alice laughed, sitting down gracefully.
"What else?" Jill said.
Alice sighed. "Problems, problems! Or did that party make your hubbies come alive."
"It helped some," Pat admitted.
"Good!" Alice laughed. Her eyes swung to Jill. "How did you make out, honey."
"Not bad."
Alice drew a cigarette out of her purse. "I have a better report, gals, if you don't mind me being frank."
"Go ahead," Jill urged.
Alice giggled, winking at Jill. 'You must have inspired Ted, honey. I got screwed last night and then again this morning. Yummy, yummy!"
Jill and Pat laughed. Jill thought, obviously Ted can come up again. He jazzed me, too.
"Which brings me around to something else, gals," Alice said. "I think we all enjoyed the party. I'm sure the boys did. One of these nights why don't we sort of trade cabins-give the boys a little thrill, and us, too!"
Well, it was out. Alice hadn't been kidding.
"Gosh-I don't know," Pat said, flushing. "Would the boys-want to?"
"Are you serious?" Alice quipped. "You don't know men very well, honey. Wouldn't it be better than having them sneak around, the way all men do, sooner or later?"
"If Earl did, I wouldn't want to know about it!" Pat said, tartly.
"Oh, don't be a flat tire!" Alice exclaimed. "You wouldn't mind if one of us had him for an evening, would you? I mean, we're all friends ... "
"Let me think about it," Pat said.
Alice shot Jill a secret glance, which seemed to say, honey, if they won't we can.
V
LATER IN THE AFTERNOON, JILL WAS PLEASED to see Alice coming up the steps, onto the back porch of the cabin. She still wore her itty-bitty swim suit, and Jill hadn't changed out of her bikini.
"Oh, come in, honey!" Jill exclaimed.
A moment later they were at ease on the sofa, in the living room. Alice had a cigarette.
"That Pat's a square," Alice said.
"I'm afraid so."
"Well, why don't you and Don drop over tonight, and well play cards or something?" She giggled. "Why don't just you and I cook up a little fun, with the boys?"
"I was thinking the same thing," Jill laughed.
"Good! Are you sure about this, honey?"
Jill felt a sharp excitement. "Ted's quite a man..."
"Believe me, he is!"
"I'll have to tell you, though, Alice. Don's pretty backward..."
"Oh, let me handle that! For some reason, these blonde-headed guys do something to me." Her voice changed, subtly. "You seem to have changed your mind a little."
"I like to be broad-minded," Jill answered, recalling how swiftly Ted had mounted her. Or had the experience with Kathy something to do with it?
At least she was realizing that Don wasn't giving her nearly enough screwing. Wouldn't an appealing man be better than another girl and a-dildo?
"While we're being confidential," Jill said, "I hope you can give Don some 'pointers.' "
Alice giggled. "I guarantee he'll be a better bedroom performer, honey! Isn't it awful, after last night-I'm getting all itchy again..."
Jill had to laugh. The blonde was so bright and cheerful about everything. She was out for fun, and fun she intended to have.
The cabin the Carlson's had rented was a bit larger than the Porter's. The living room had better furniture, too. A card table was all set up, and the lights turned down, except near the play area.
Jill had had no trouble talking Don into visiting their next-door neighbors. She had cooked him a good dinner. The treasure hunt had produced a few small gold nuggets, worth a few dollars apiece, and the boys were quite excited. They were sure they would find the big cache any day.
Everyone had dressed casually, as befitted vacationers. Jill and Alice wore shortie skirts and blouses. Jill had brought along the remainder of the bottle of vodka, and Ted had bought a fresh one; they were having it with tonic water.
"I'm the hostess," Alice said, winking at Jill. "And I proclaim this evening girl's choice. Any objections?"
"Not from me, wench!" Ted said, immediately.
"Swell idea," Don admitted. He had seemed more cheerful at dinner, but his welcome-home kiss had been about as lifeless as ever. Alice had been flirting with him a bit, since their arrival, and he was responding.
Jill sensed an excitement in the air. She was sure Ted knew about the proposed swap. Only Don would have to be convinced. And Alice had promised to handle that. The thought of being alone with Ted made her shiver. He had been eyeballing her openly.
"We gals want to play strip poker," Alice said, shooting Jill a quick glance. Jill nodded, as though they had already discussed it.
"Great idea," Ted answered, quickly. Don appeared to like it, too. Surely, Jill thought, he must have some notion of what we're up to.
Moments later they were sitting at the table, cards and drinks ready. Jill sat opposite Alice, with Ted on her right. Alice dealt the first hand of draw poker, and lost.
"I don't know whether my luck's bad or good," she said, giggling. "Guess my blouse has to go."
Ted nudged his knee against Jill's thigh, and she returned the pressure. Everybody waited while the blonde unbuttoned her blouse. She did it slowly, creating a strip-tease effect. Jill saw right away that Alice's bra was next to nothing-sheer pink nylon, with a lacy trim. Her pink nipples showed clearly. Don had a flush under his tan.
Jill was finding that the experience with Kathy made her more conscious of other girls' charms. Alice had plenty in the tittie department, and Jill wondered idly if the blonde had ever played around with other gals.
Or was this just the vodka talking?
"I never saw that bra before," Ted laughed. "What do you think, Don?"
"Swell!" he answered.
Alice threw her shoulders back, bringing her titties into seductive prominence. "I am kind of proud of 'em, kiddies."
Everyone laughed.
Don felt his prick stiffen as he gazed at Alice's boobs. He always enjoyed looking. His big trouble came in the action department. Every since that time his mother, Hilda, had whipped him severely for putting his youthful hand under little Mary Whipple's dress-when they were both ten years old-the idea of being forward with the gals had caused him pain.
It was an odd kind of thing to carry into manhood.
And then, Jill was so damned pretty. He had hardly been able to believe she was interested in him that day when he had worked at her parents' house. A girl with such a figure tossing herself at a plumber...
He had to admit she still awed him. He had put her on a rosy throne. And he got so damned excited when she began acting sexy he could hardly hold himself. Did he believe he would get another whipping if he turned aggressive?
He had been so shy in the growing-up years he hadn't given much time to girls. And his first experience in a whore house had really shaken him. The girl appeared to realize she had a virgin. He had got hard looking at her, and then, during the usual prick examination, he had started to wilt.
The girl had ended up Frenching his half-stiff penis, and this had been a kind of shock, too. He had gone off in just a few moments. The idea of a girl having her mouth on his shaft still seemed a little off-beat.
Would he ever lick his backwardness-around his wife?
The night before, when Pat had found him in the bushes, he had been able to feel her up a little. She didn't count, the way Jill did. The redhead had given him a big hard-on. He had got her halter off and sunk his fingers in her boobs, and about the time things got interesting Kathy had called time.
Then, later, with Jill, he had popped his nuts off too soon. Shooting all over her legs had made him feel inadequate.
Now, looking at Alice's titties, the pink nipples sticking out inside her flimsy bra, he smelled what was coming. Another switch. The thought of Ted having his hands on Jill's beautiful body, which had surely happened the night before, brought pangs of jealousy. But if he had Alice, what the hell?
He wasn't quite as naive as the other three believed. When he had been twenty-one an older widow, who had needed a drain unplugged, had given him quite a working-over. She had possessed something he had never seen before-a shaved pussy. A very bold dame, who liked do most of the work, she had been able to get him up as many as three times in an afternoon.
Just why he couldn't bring himself to get stiff the second time with his pretty young wife, he had trouble understanding. Perhaps because she was still like a model, the kind of girl one saw in the magazines-too beautiful to be animalistic with.
As long as she acted forward, like she needed it, he could respond; he couldn't bring himself to really work her over. Of course, she had passed out some strong hints the other night ...
Now, Alice-there was something else. Every glance reeked with come and get me. She knew how to act sexy. Jill always seemed rather backward, except when she needed a little. He hoped no one ever found out that he couldn't operate with his wife.
That bit about her having to finish alone had really cut him. Somehow he had to lick his block in his subconscious.
Alice, in the act of showing off her titties, brushed her knee against his leg, under the table. He nudged back. A draft of perfume and girl-fragrance assailed his nostrils. His cock was about to bust out of his britches.
I'll bet she's a hot screw.
On the next hand Jill lost.
Ted Calson watched avidly as the pretty brunette unbuttoned her blouse. Christ, what a chassis! How had a big dumb bastard like Don got such a beauty? And hungry for it? Man alive, she was starved for it. That quick piece had been one of his better experiences.
He could tell the way she acted that Alice had talked to her about a switch. The thorn in the bush was Don. Maybe with enough vodka under his belt he would loosen up and swing. One way or another, he had to have more of that leggy brunette; the way she drew her thighs back and curved her ass up was really something.
A fine snug pussy, too. He hadn't had time to work on those hard, jutty boobs. Those swifties were all right, but a man needed time to work a imagine broad up.
That redhead wasn't getting enough, either. Alice had told him about that; her trouble in getting her gun off. Earl talked a lot, but evidently he was too fast for his wife. Ted figured he would get in Pat's panties before too many days passed. He was proud of his ability to make girls come. All it took was time and the right feels and the right words.
Right now he was enjoying the vision of Jill's blouse opening. The way she was rubbing her leg against his, under the table, made him wish for some excuse to put his hand down there and cop a few feels.
Her bra was pink and frilly, barely covering her nipples. A little padding underneath made them push out entrancingly. Ted whistled his appreciation.
"Honey, you've already seen her in a bikini," Alice giggled.
"A bra is more bed-roomy," Ted answered.
More laughter. The game continued, more drinks were mixed. Don lost twice in a row-which took care of his shirt and trousers. Ted had to grin at the way Don slid out of his pants with his back turned, and then dropped into the chair so he wouldn't show too much of his outfit inside his briefs. Appeared to be pretty well hung.
The girls were giggling up a storm.
On the next hand Jill was the loser. Ted leaned back in his chair, wondering if she wore a half-slip. The rules laid down by Alice said bras and panties came last. Why did a broad in undies look sexier than in a swim suit? Just associations. Ted wasn't one for any deep thinking. He liked action, and Jill had plenty of it.
She moved out of the chair and stood beside the card table. The shortie striped shirt loosened at the waist, started coming down.
"Take it off, take it off!" Ted encouraged.
Jill flushed, shooting him a flirty glance. The border of her pink skivvies showed-no half-slip. He was positive Alice wore none. Jill had terrific legs, long and sweetly tapered. His prick quivered.
The skirt drifted to the floor. Her dark snatch was visible under the pink stretch of nylon. A crisscross of imagine pink ribbon kept him from seeing the slit, but the viewing was good. His mouth began to water.
I'll bet she'd go for a good tongue-fob. Any way he looked at it, Don sure as hell wasn't getting his home-work done. Down there on the beach, in the dark, she had flipped big. Damn!
"Your panties are cute, honey!" Alice trilled.
Jill sat down quickly. Her bare leg brushed Ted's knee. Jesus, what a figure she had! His prick was trembling.
The vodka and tonic was hitting Don harder, and now that his lower body was below the edge of the card table, his cock was hardening again, too. Alice, who was dealing the next hand, dropped a card on the floor. She leaned down to pick it up, and before she managed that, she reached over between his legs and fondled his staff.
She giggled as she brought the card back into the deck. "I sneaked a look, Don," she laughed.
"Sure you didn't get a feel, too?" Ted asked, grinning.
Don cringed. He and Jill never talked this way. He wished they could. Did he think a few hot words would singe her ears, make her less desirable? Why the hell was he still almost afraid of her?
On the following two hands, Ted was low man, and lost his shirt and trousers, too. But as his denims came down he didn't turn around. Both girls were watching his stiff cock inside his shorts. He was well-endowed.
Jill seemed particularly interested. More wisecracks and laughter from the gals. Don waited impatiently for the next five cards. He wanted to see Alice's rounded boobies. Their sway and jiggle inside her bra was giving him a case of the hots.
The feeling of constraint caused by Jill's presence continued to haunt him. The next time his wife got itchy panties maybe he ought to slug up on vodka; maybe he could perform the way he had with other broads. Except that Jill wasn't a broad; she was very special.
Alice tried to draw to an inside straight, and failed. Everyone else had a better hand. Don's fingers shook as he took the deck. But before he dealt, the blonde had to remove either her bra or panties.
"Here goes nothing!" Alice cooed, reaching for the front-opener of her bra. "I'm going to grin and bare 'em."
"Save us the Joe Miller puns, wench." Ted grinned.
Again, she made a kind of strip-tease out of the act. She lowered the lacy cups very slowly, and then, as the beauties emerged, she drew her shoulders back.
The white, rounded globes, strawberry-tipped, sent a sharp wave of need through Don's loins. Boy, did they stand out! The cards slid out of his hands. The rosy nipples were stiff, indicating her excitement.
"How do you like 'em, Don?" Alice giggled. Her knee rubbed intimately on his leg.
"Swell!" he cried.
"You're making me envious, honey!" Jill said.
Was this his wife talking? Don asked himself. How the hell could he blame her for liking a party when he couldn't seem to show her a good time? She had to practically take it away from him.
"Break in the game," Alice said, rising. "Come on, Don-help me get some ice out of the frig..." Her glance at Ted seemed to indicate the party would pick up speed. He didn't look at Ted or Jill as he followed the jiggly blonde into the shadowy kitchen.
The minute they were out of sight, Alice turned and plastered herself to him. The hot contact of her titties on his bare chest brought his prick into full rigidity.
"Feel me, honey," Alice whispered. "Feel me up good!"
He almost grabbed at her. His eager hands slid down her back to her pantied bottom; he clamped his mouth over her parted lips. A wave of intense yearning seized him. After a year of being afraid to handle Jill, he felt like a tiger. He shot his tongue into Alice's heated mouth. The sensuous grind of her hips against his prick was maddening. Her hands reached down and brought it out of his shorts. It lay along her belly, throbbing with lust.
He pushed her panties down, getting his hand between her thighs, from behind. She curved her bottom out so he could operate; he cupped her pussy, and she moaned, her tongue coiling around his probe.
He realized he had been wanting some of this for months. And damned if she wasn't truning him into a man again-giving him all the confidence he needed.
He was aware of movement in the living room, whispered words, and then the soft closing of the back door screen. Jill and Ted were leaving ... The swap was for real.
Hell, I guess my wife deserves a good going-over. Having to finish by herself, in the bathroom ... after his quick explosion...
He slid his hand around in front of Alice's seductive young body. Now, he could feel her pussy better. She trembled and made coital thrusts against his fingers. Christ, was she hot! Her little box was moist, expanded.
She tore her mouth from his. "In the bedroom, honey. They're gone!"
"Hell, yes!" he muttered, quaking.
She gave his prick a parting squeeze and led him through the living room, into their boudoir. A lamp was burning. How long had it been since he'd had any strange stuff? Away back, long before he and Jill were married. As Alice sank down on the bed, he jerked his shorts away, staring avidly at her light-colored bush, the sweet spread of her plump thighs.
"Damn!" he moaned, falling down on her right, his hand gliding across her tummy, in between her opened thighs. In a kind of trance he took a pink, swollen nipple between his lips. The arch of her breasts, the restless lifts of her bottom, fired his furnace.
He ran his play finger in her pussy.
"Ohhh!" she cried. "Mount me, honey-screw me!"
He scrambled over, on top. Goddamn, this was where a man belonged, in the taking position. Her legs came back, and she found the head of his prick with her pussy. No hands.
He shoved into her shivery box, all the way.
"Ohhh-you big bastard!" she moaned.
Delectable tightening of her cunt, a voluptuous rotary action of her hips, made his cock swell. She was all silky softness, fragrant and yielding.
He pinned her to the bed with a massive poke, showing her who was boss, and then he started his long, filling sweeps. At the bottom of each stroke her pussy quivered. The nipple in his mouth stiffened...
"Ohhh-I'm going to have one, honey!" she panted. "Don't go yet-please!"
He couldn't answer. He was so damned elated, so filled with confidence, he knew he could last for hours. He remembered a few times when he had got a liquor hard-on. Hell, if he did fire now, it wouldn't matter.
She moaned and jerked and dug her fingers in his back. He felt her little pussy shiver even more dramatically-her legs threshed, her hips went wild.
"Ohhh, my God-it's coming good!" she cried, fiercely.
The pound of her little gun popping almost jerked the juice out of him, but he held. The vodka was slowing him up just about right.
Her final wiggles and muted cries of joy filled a vacuum in his being.
"Ohhh-honey!" she breathed, turning soft and dropping her legs. "Now, have yours-and I'll come again!"
He braced himself and started the long, voluptuous sweeps. Her titties drew his mouth, again. He made the bed creak with the vigor of his thrusts; her little flinchings and shivering, her quickened breathing, soared his passion. God-he was as big as a telephone pole. He was going way up in there, where the real goodies awaited.
Bang, bang-pause. Poke, poke, wait. I'll show her what a real screw is.
The pleasure started down along his legs, spread through his loins and began to center in the head of his prick. A kind of excruciating tearing sensation heralded the edge of his come. She sensed it, felt it. She started coming up after it, faster-faster.
Damn, ohh, damn ohhh bastard! Now, now!
His lust began to spurt from his swollen tool. She cried out, sharply. God, was it good-good-good! He felt a quick spasming in her pussy and the' full load broke into her depths. He yelled and cursed.
Her thighs tightened on him; her pussy tightened on his prick and he sank down into a perfumed well of total release. The bed stopped its fitful creaking.
The little after shivers around his rod were keenly gratifying. He felt like she had drawn a lusty load that had lain inside him for months and months...
Ted followed Jill along the trail that led to the Porter cabin like a hound dog on the scent. She had slipped her blouse around her shoulders, and put her skirt back on, but he figured on having them off again in a few minutes.
Leave it to Alice; she had Don panting for it. A little strange nookie would do her good
As they climbed the steps to the back porch, he reached under Jill's short skirt and got a handful of soft, tempting thigh.
Man, was his pecker standing up! Remembering that quickie in the sand made him quiver. At the top step Jill paused.
"Cut it out!" she laughed.
"Couldn't resist," he chuckled. His hand drifted up to her pussy. He put his lips beneath her ear. "Are we going to take more time, baby?"
"I like it better that way," she whispered.
"Well, what the hell are we standing out here for?"
She laughed, weaving her bottom, cuddling her pussy into his hand. Her panties were whisper-thin.
"We're getting a few feels," she murmured, shaping his cock with her fingers. She toyed with the zipper, easing it down. Her hand reached inside. "Ohhh, you're sure big, huh?"
Did she talk this way to Don? He doubted it.
Probably one reason why she wanted a change of pasture. As long as they were going to stand here in the dark, he might as well take advantage of it. He worked his play finger inside her panties, teasing it along her slit.
"Ohhh, honey-I need lots of that!"
She was all slick; the lips of her pussy accepted his finger. She trembled. He pushed the finger in.
"Ohh-ohhh!" she breathed, worming her ass around. Her fingers squeezed his prick. "Let's get these things together, stud."
Don stretched at ease on the bed. Alice had gone to the bathroom to clean up; he heard her puttering around in there. Just thinking about his big blast was bringing his rod up again. He knew he could do it.
Alice wiggled out of the bathroom. She had freshened her lipstick and brushed her hair. The sexy sway of her generous titties as she came nearer brought his rod into full erectness.
She looked down at his prick and giggled. "I like what I see, honey. Why don't you rest and let me play around a while?"
It was okay, now. He had asserted himself the first time. She knew who was boss.
He grinned at her. She sank down on her hands and knees, spraddled apart, until she was directly above him. She lowered her titties to his chest and began teasing the nipples around. Her hips curled downward until her pussy rested right on the head of his prick.
"Don't budge, honey-let me do it," she whispered.
"Mmmmmm."
Her mouth dropped on his-her tongue slid slickly into his mouth, like a lot lance. She moved her titties around and around, while her bottom did the same. Her hot little pussy barely contained the head of his penis.
Jill could take some lessons from this gal'. She was really clever with her ass.
Her lips broke away, and she panted into his mouth.
"Honey-I'm going to have one! Don't go-yet, please..."
"I'm swell," he said.
Her moves turned more purposeful; a little moan rose in her throat. She took a bit more of his prick into her pussy, still rotating slowly with her whole bottom. He felt her nipples stiffen; her soft thighs squeezed on his legs.
"Ohhh-yummy, yummy!" she breathed. Her bottom held still, but her pussy clasped his cock, constricting around it in a delightfully delectable manner.
Shivering, she sank a little further. Her breath sucked in ... She was hovering on the brink of her come, waiting, savoring the suspense...
"Ohhh-it's coming now, honey!" she gasped. "Ohhh-oh-oh-"
Her stroke took him all the way up there. Another, another-faster, faster ... She was socking it home, now. The bed shook and her body quaked; she was giving him the short, quick ones.
Her pussy tightened, and then a riot of quivery spasms heralded her come.
"Ohhh-I'm going off." she shouted, fiercely.
Don raised up, giving her more cock to slide on, and her moans, her tremblings, reached a level of gratifying intensity. The beat of her little gun popping and banging gave him a sensation of manliness he hadn't known for years. Man, was she getting her kicks?
She quieted, at last, flattening on him, as little sobs of relief fell from her lips.
He held. He had a good liquor hard-on, now; he could last for hours.
Why in hell can't I do this with Jill, he thought, cradling Alice's soft, silky rump in his hands. Why?
VI
TED CARLSON SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE BED and watched Jill remove her skirt. He was already nude. She had gone in the bathroom for a moment, and now she was out, disrobing. He had stared hungrily at her model-proportioned body a lot of times, and he had bounced her once in the dark, but he was enjoying this immensely.
She hadn't lost her tricky little bra in the strip poker game. He wanted an eyeful of those jutty breasts, and especially of her pussy, still covered by those beribboned imagine-panties.
The skirt dropped and she stepped daintily out of it.
"like me better now, honey?" she giggled.
"Great! How come you didn't wind up in acting or show-biz, wench? You've got the shape for it."
"Oh, cut it out." But she was pleased. Her gaze fastened on his prick. "I can see you. What do you want to look at first-titties or pussy?"
He laughed. He was positive now she wasn't able to talk like this in front of her hubby. She evidently wanted to make up for lost time.
"How about that cute little thing between your legs, first?"
She smiled and rotated her neatly packaged hips, gliding a bit nearer.
Her fingers hooked in the elastic band of her briefs, and the pink nylon lowered. Her dark snatch was a magnet, and she curled her bottom toward him so he could see the lips of her puss, pink and expanded, where his finger had toyed.
He scooted forward, reaching out-but she backed away, giggling.
"I thought you wanted to get these things together, baby?"
"Heck, I don't want to rush like we did down on the beach."
Was Don a rusher? Did his help explain her willingness to swap? Well, if Alice couldn't turn him on he was hopeless.
"Been thinking about that, have you?" he kidded.
"Naturally! Was I a good screw?"
His eyebrows raised. Girls generally didn't use this word. "One of the best, baby."
She smiled. "Now, you can see my titties." She reached up with her right hand. The strapless bra opened in front. Her panties still weren't off. "They aren't as big as-some, honey."
He knew she had started to say Alice's. It seemed to be an unspoken agreement not to mention Alice or Don.
"Size isn't everything," he said, getting ready to grab her. This time he wouldn't miss.
The halves of her bra, guided by her hands, opened slowly. The boning underneath wasn't really necessary; her creamy tits stuck right out, framed by wide brown bands, tipped with enticing darker-brown spikes.
"Beautiful!" he exclaimed.
He made his move. He caught her bottom, swept the briefs down with one quick motion, and brought her hips forward, planting a hot kiss on her tummy, right above her cunt.
"Ohhh!" she gasped. "Ohhh-I want that. Let me down on the bed..."
"I thought maybe you did, baby," he muttered, guiding her to the edge of the bed. She scrambled lithely into a prone position, her long, slender thighs apart. She acted so excited about it he wondered if she'd ever had it orally. He hadn't run into many dames who didn't go ape over it.
"Doesn't your hubby treat you this way, baby?" he asked, crawling around, putting his head between her thighs.
"No!" she breathed.
He cupped her fine rounded bottom in his hands, feeling her shiver. She pulled a pillow under her head; she wanted to watch. He nudged her legs further apart and stared at the delicate pink lips of her cunt. The dark framing was a big change from what he had at home.
He started slowly with the tip of his tongue. A sharp tremor passed along her legs; her belly shook.
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh!" she whimpered.
Man, was she eating it up? She was close to a come already. Her hands caught in his hair. He dallied with her pussy, enjoying the tension of her buildup, hearing her pant, feeling her urgency. A good healthy girl like Jill ought to be able to have four or five comes, at least. Sometimes he envied dames their ability to go off so many times in a row-no man could stand it, even if he was able.
"Ohhh-ohhh-please!" she cried, quaking all over.
He found the expanded tip of her clitoris and toyed with it. She writhed and bucked; her breath caught.
And just as she began to tumble over the edge, he reared up and swept above her, shooting his big hot shaft into the wet cove of her pussy. The sweet shivering around his cock signaled her come. Her legs gripped him, her breasts heaved, her hips hunched.
"Ohhh-God! I'm coming!" she shouted.
The tumult inside was terrific. Her little gun was really banging. He raised up and let her slide quickly up and down on his prick as the tightening reached a voluptuous intensity. Her moans of relief, as she dropped back, limply, filled his cup of ego to overflowing.
It was even better for her than it had been down in the sand, in the darkness. He pressed his full weight on her, with his prick still buried deep, and her hands fluttered over his body, expressing her appreciation.
"Ohhh," she signed. "Ohhh-that was a good one!"
He rubbed his chest on her firm, ripe titties, and a little wave of after-shivers caressed his shaft.
Earl Summers looked through the timber in the darkness and noticed that a light burned at Kathy Downs' cabin. He sat on the lake-facing porch of the summer place, listening to night sounds, smoking a cigarette.
Pat was inside watching TV; she had insisted on bringing their portable. Some gushy romantic movie. She would be tied up for over an hour, at least.
He wished he could think of some good excuse for dropping over to see Kathy at this time of the evening. He knew that Jill and Don had gone over to visit Alice and Ted. He sniffed a little monkey-business.
When Alice had found him at the beach party, he had been slightly disappointed. She acted like a real hep sex-kitten, but she had allowed him only a few feels. He had been primed for a quickie.
After a little playing around she had whispered: "You talk your wife into a swap-around and you can have some of this, honey."
Hell, he'd go for it. Pat must be the stick-in-the mud. Did she like the way he screwed so well she didn't want to trade, or was she just scared? He preferred to think it was the former reason. After the party, when he had got her in the bedroom, he had given her a real shafting. Funny thing, though-when he blew his wad he was thinking of Kathy.
Man, that was something! Long and slender, with a knowing look in her dark eyes. Older than these wives, she would probably swing a mean ass. Pat always acted like it was a little animalistic to hump up and cooperate.
They had never talked about sex; she seemed to like it well enough. She always said she had her come when he did...
Sometimes, though, he figured she was acting.
Hell, why not stroll over by Kathy's place and see if she was interested? He could tell Pat he had gone for a walk down by the lake.
He mashed out his smoke and crept down the porch steps. He took the trail that led through the timber and brush. Getting closer, he grinned. She was sitting outside, in a deck chair, with light from inside shining across her. She wasn't wearing much-looked like shorts and halter.
"Hello," he said, walking closer.
"Oh, who is it?"
"Earl ... "
"Come on up and have a chair," she said, invitingly.
His cock gave a throb. Lonely widow, and evidently well-fixed. Her cabin was bigger than the cheap little things the three couples had rented.
He climbed the steps, onto a wide redwood deck. He took a chair close to hers.
"Couldn't sleep," he offered.
She laughed. Her voice was deep and throaty, real sexy. The way the chair was tilted, her pose, with her long legs apart, fired his furnace.
"I can't either," she said. "I thought Pat would be entertaining you."
"Hell. She's watching TV."
"How did you like the game last night?"
"Pretty good, while it lasted."
That soft laugh again, tickling his nerves. "I thought maybe you and Alice would have fun."
If she wanted to get down to details, it was great with him. Sometimes a little flattery oiled the old machine. He used it every day, at work, selling cars.
"I was wishing you had got in the game."
She squirmed a little in the chair, and his prick got stiff. For a girl her age she had a good, firm pah of tits, unless that halter lied. And those long, trim legs ...
"I thought about it, too," she said, intimately.
He slid out of his chair and leaned over her. She didn't move away. He reached for the tempting spread of her legs, but she caught his hand.
"Look, honey-not so fast ... Sit down and relax a minute. I have a little proposition for you."
Reluctantly, he eased back in the chair. What was she, a damned prick-teaser? . "What's that?" he asked.
"I suppose you've heard of a threesome."
"Sure."
"Well, you and your wife come over some night and I think we can have a real nice time..."
"Pat, too?"
She laughed. "I have special needs, honey. Think your redhead would go for it?"
Christ! Of all the kooky deals ... "I don't know, Kathy."
"Well, you work on it, honey. Then you can have some of this." She writhed her body and executed a couple of hip-grinds. His cock was ready to bust out of his britches.
Hell, she was a Lesbian. She wanted Pat ... But if Pat wouldn't go for swapping, how in blazes could he ever talk her into a deal like this?
"I know what you're thinking, Earl. I like men, too-in the right circumstances." She moved languidly out of the chair. "In fact, if you'll come inside a while I'll show you something ... "
His nerves vibrated. He followed her through the door like a hound dog sniffing a hot coon trail.
"Stretch out on the sofa and I'll show you what I mean ... "
A single lamp burned in the living room. He sank down, face up, on the indicated sofa. She stood looking down at him, a sly smile on her face. She loosened her halter and let her dark-tipped boobs out. Nicely tapered, with large brown-red nipples.
"You can play with these, honey-but not my pussy. Understand."
"Sure!"
She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly.
What the hell? Was she going to suck him off? One thing about a dame her age-no words minced...
His prick came out, big and hard. He was proud of his dimensions; he could make Pat flinch about any time he pushed deep. When he was studding around, before his marriage, he had run into some girls who couldn't take it.
"Well, not bad," Kathy breathed, caressing his tool with her fingers. He cuddled a tittie in his hand. The nipple started coming out.
She eased the skin back from the head of his prick and lowered her head toward it. Her red lips opened, her tongue flicked out ...
He hadn't been sucked since his last time in a whore house. He'd been pretty drunk, and he wouldn't mind if Pat gave him an oral once in a while, but she was too straight-laced ... Anyway, he wasn't sure he could return the favor. That was a pretty sissy way to go.
The hot touch of Kathy's lips, the writhe of her tongue, sent lances of passion through his loins. He caught the other tittie in his hand and squeezed. Damn, was he ready! A few more sensuous plays with her lips, and he felt the surge of his lust.
She backed away, looking surprised, and then he was bucking and panting into his come. It spurted high in the air, and he" groaned.
She rose to her feet, looking down at his wilting prick. An expression of something like disgust went across her beautiful face. Her lips curled.
"You're impossible!" she said, dryly. "Any kid can do that."
"What the hell-I had my come. You wouldn't let me slide it in..."
"I don't think I ever will, either. You're a jackrabbit. I feel sorry for that wife of yours. I think you'd better leave."
He pushed his prick back in his trousers, his anger rising. He stood up. "I wouldn't be talking-liking dames ... "
"Lots of girls do, honey-because they appreciate a good long loving."
He cursed and strode out of the living room, out onto the porch and down the steps. Long loving my ass! What was sex besides having your come? He hadn't really enjoyed it too much, shooting out into space. Even a whore took the load in her mouth...
He'd have to watch Kathy, by God. She'd be in Pat's panties. The brunette was queer, queer. Piss on her!
Don Porter wandered along the forest trail, deep in thought. Two days had passed since the swap. The gold hunting had lost its thrill for him, although Ted and Earl still were at it. Obviously other treasure hunters before them had cleaned out the cache.
Alice, Kathy and Jill had gone into the next town to do some shopping, driving in Kathy's big Pontiac. So, he had an afternoon to himself. It was good to be alone for a while.
As much as he looked forward to being with Alice again, he was worried more about Jill. The swap had pleased her, evidently, although they hadn't mentioned it. Ted was a real cocksman; surely he had manned her good.
The night before Jill had had to take it away from him again. He still couldn't turn aggressive with her. He knew more, he had screwed Alice; he had popped her little gun four times before she had gone home...
After her top-ride piece, he had rolled her over and made the next one last for half an hour. Damn!
He climbed a ridge and surveyed the lake and village. It was a fine, warm afternoon. A woodpecker hammered on a dead tree trunk; the smell of pine was strong in the air.
My wife has to go to another man to get a good screwing, kept rambling through his head.
A movement far on, his left, to the west, caught his eye.
The road from Bender wound in this direction before it hit the main highway to Pendleton.
The movement turned out to be someone alighting from a new car; the distance was considerable, but he thought the figure was a girl's. From his height could look right down into a rather deep ravine. The car pulled up off the road, into a cluster of trees.
He stared. The car was a new Pontiac, the same color as the one belonging to Kathy Downs. Two more girls emerged from the sedan. Someone preparing for a picnic, he supposed. No men came in sight, however.
Then he remembered the color of the blouse Jill had worn for the shopping trip. A bright red. And damned if the girl wearing this red blouse didn't look like his wife.
What the hell was going on? He now recognized Kathy and Alice. A very faint girlish laugh drifted up from the ravine. The three disappeared behind a clump of tall pines.
He began moving down the wooded slope. Shopping trip, eh? Were they meeting some men out here for a party? That Kathy was pretty slick.
Carefully he climbed lower, ears alert. Another burst of laughter, this from Alice, helped guide him. Plenty of good cover to conceal his movements. He was curious as hell.
Before long he was well within earshot of the trio. And a moment later he saw them. They sat on a blanket in a brush-rimmed clearing, and his face turned hot when he noticed all three were wearing only bras and panties.
Still no men around.
It hit him, then. A girlie party. He remembered his suspicions about Kathy. Sonofabitch. Were they all that hard up? Did Jill have to go this route?
Alice's undies were black and lacy, an appealing contrast to her blonde hair and light complexion. Kathy wore severely designed blue panties, and Jill's were pink.
Their clothes were draped over nearby bushes.
"Haven't you two ever had a party?" Kathy asked, smiling at Alice and Jill.
"I've thought about it, but I don't think Jul ever did,"
Alice laughed.
"You might be surprised, honey," Jill said. Her tone of voice indicated she could have. Don scowled, crawling nearer. A single cluster of bushes now lay between him and the girls. He could see and hear everything.
"All-girl freakouts are fun!" Kathy laughed, wiggling over beside Alice.
Come to think of it, Kathy did look something like a butch. Long-legged, slender, a bit wide at the shoulders. But she was still a very attractive woman.
"Well, what do we do first?" Alice asked, giggling. "Why didn't you invite Pat?"
"She's a square," Kathy said. "Come on, let's sit up close here and play around a little, like we did in the car."
Bitches, Don thought. He couldn't blame Jill a great deal, though. She had put up with his oddity for a long time. Even Ted hadn't satisfied her-or had he? There hadn't been any talk between them about the swap. The wall of silence about intimate subjects remained.
Would he rather have Jill get her nookie from a man, or this way? She wasn't getting much from her husband.
His attention went swiftly to the scene in the clearing. Alice sat on Kathy's left, and Jill moved over on her right. The display of all this girl-flesh was extremely stimulating.
Kathy put her mouth on Alice's, and they began necking with gusto. Kathy's hand went to the blonde's bra, and in seconds it was open. The pink-tipped mounds Don had favored were now getting caresses from a smart Lesbian. The rosy nipples were spiking. Obviously they were sucking tongues.
Jill caressed Kathy's thighs, which opened for her touches. Seeing his wife playing with another girl made him jealous, more so than the knowledge that Ted had fondled her body. If they were this sex-hungry, let them have it!
Jul would probably ask for a divorce. Don felt he was already whipped. She could land about any man she set her sights on. He felt lower than a worm's belly.
Jill's fingers slipped inside Kathy's blue panties. The slinky brunette writhed, curling her hips toward this source of pleasure. She was used to taking it away from her husband, so why shouldn't she enjoy tickling another girl?
Alice sank backward on the blanket as the kiss ended. Now Kathy's fingers went inside the blonde's briefs.
"Ohhh-that's good!" Alice giggled.
"You have a nice little pussy," Kathy laughed.
"That's what the boys tell me," Alice said, widening the spread of her legs.
Don was getting a huge bone-on.
"What about me?" Jill asked.
"Help me with Alice," Kathy said. "I think she's about ready to have one. Are you, honey."
"Y-yes!"
Jill stood up and unhooked her bra. Each dainty, girlish move heightened Don's interest. She seemed like another girl, even more beautiful than ever. A girl who didn't get enough at home and had to find some of her pleasures elsewhere. It was a damned shame.
Her breasts had a luscious pout, her nipples were sharp, her face flushed. As her panties came down, exposing her black snatch, he had an impulse to jump up and grab her, throw her on the ground and give her a big screwing.
Well, this sensation was some improvement. If he could only feel that way the next time she wanted some at home-if she ever did, after this.
Between Ted and Kathy maybe she wouldn't need a half-husband any more. His hands clenched.
Jill sank down beside Alice, who was now panting, and commenced to fondle the blonde's titties. Kathy was working on her pussy.
"Ohhh, yummy, yummy!" Alice cried, her hips lifting.
Kathy removed her hand and slid Alice's panties away. The sight of the blonde's bare pussy, the seductive widening of her thighs, once the black briefs were gone, made Don push his hips against the ground. He remembered how he had bucked out his lust, how the blonde had shivered and panted.
And now, with Kathy's fingers playing along Alice's slit, the blonde was turning real hot. Jill was kissing Alice's nipples, making them very pointed. Alice reached up and cozied Jill's breasts.
"Don't come yet, honey," Kathy said to Alice. "I've got a surprise for you."
"Hurry!" Alice gasped.
Don saw Kathy open her handbag and bring out an object about seven or eight inches long, pink and rounded, with a head. Hell-an artificial prick! Alice couldn't see what the tall brunette was doing, due to Jill's continuing tittie-kisses.
Smiling, Kathy pushed the dildo between Alice's soft, white thighs-right into the little pink slit ... The sight of the thing apparently didn't startle Jill.
Has she had that thing up her cunt? he wondered.
"Ohhh!" Alice cried. "Ohhh-that's good!"
Kathy stroked the dildo slowly in and out. Alice was breathing fast, now. Her legs drew up, her head went back. Don could see her belly flutter. Jill sat up straight and she and Kathy watched the performance.
There was something rather evil and perverted about the scene, but Don was unable to tear his eyes away. He knew there were artificial contraptions for men, too. The Japanese had been making them for decades.
These massage gadgets for women were being advertised in all the girlie magazines. Even had built-in batteries for a vibration effect. Their shape was a dead give-away. Any fool could figure that out. Not very flattering to the American male that they were even necessary.
After Alice had her come, who would be next?
Don decided he wouldn't watch any more. He might make some sound and embarrass everybody. He pulled his eyes away from the vision and began scooting backward. Moving stilled his desire for the time being.
He reached the second screen of brush, and rose to his feet. A sharp cry from Alice made him pause.
"Ohhh-Ohhh!"
"Come, baby, come!" Kathy answered, loudly.
A thin wail of girlish pleasure rang in his ears. Alice was having her jollies.
Don turned, cursing under his breath. He climbed the slope. He didn't want to be around when Jill went off. He had a bad taste in his mouth.
When he reached the cabin he saw Pat down on the beach, beneath an umbrella. She was all alone, wearing a imagine bright green bikini. His cock tingled anew. Square, was she? Maybe he could use a square broad right now. Ted and Earl would be gone for hours. Only a few other vacationers were on the beach.
He went in the cabin and quickly changed, donning his swim trunks. He found a pair of slippers, picked up a towel, and left by the back door. A moment later he walked up beside the appealing redhead.
She saw him and sat up, smiling. "Well, hello, Don!"
She patted the beach towel beside her. There was plenty of room under the umbrella for two. A small transistor radio oozed soft music.
"Some outfit," he said, admiringly, staring at her thrusty breasts.
She laughed. "I thought I'd try a bikini."
Pat had been a constant visitor in the Porter home ever since Don and Jill had been married; the girls had been friends for years. Naturally, he had wondered about her sensuality. She looked sexy enough, but she had always seemed rather shy and backward. He had some kind of an idea that she and Earl weren't hitting it off too well.
He remembered their few brief caresses in the dark, during the beach game. She had bigger titties than any of the other girls; she had fine wide hips and smooth, lush thighs. He could see the clear outline of her nipples beneath the stretch of the bikini halter. Her eyes were cleverly shadowed, her lipstick perfection, and her auburn hair glistened with a sheen of health.
He was seeing her in a different perspective today. Would she go for a little strange stuff? He sure as hell needed to unload! His loins ached with unrequited passion. The experience with Alice gave him confidence.
"You look very sexy in it," he said, finally.
She flushed, but she was pleased. "Aren't you being a little forward, Don?"
What the hell did he have to lose? Jill was obviously tired of his inadequacies.
"I feel forward today," he said, looking boldly at her thighs, the curve of her pussy so attractively cuddled by the tight green cloth. "How would you like to have a drink-up at the cabin?"
"Gosh-you are different. I guess I would!"
He felt a surge of elation. Maybe it had been waiting around for him for a long time. Maybe he had been too damned stupid to read the signs.
He stood up and caught her hand, lifting her upright. Her hip brushed against his, and even that brief touch made his prick tingle. What was that old saying? You never get any unless you asked. She seemed quite thrilled.
VII
DON WAS PLEASURABLY EXCITED AS HE USHERED the lush redhead into the cabin. The thing with Alice had been planned by someone else; this was his own adventure. It made a big difference. A man liked to feel he could get a little stray stuff on his own.
He didn't have to steer her to the sofa; she went there of her own accord. The blinds were drawn, leaving the room in a kind of yellow twilight. She was excited, too. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, her greenish eyes curious. His half-aroused condition was all too evident; his swim trunks were very tight.
"like vodka and orange juice, Pat?" he asked.
"I-don't really need a drink, Don..."
"Well, I don't either." Taking his courage in hand, he swung down beside her. A lilac fragrance inflamed his passion centers. How many times had he watched her while she had visited Jill, secretly wondering?
He had chippied once-why shouldn't he again if he got the chance? Jill was out in the woods, participating in an all-girl freakout. At least this was a normal kind of impulse.
"I'm surprised at you," she murmured, leaning closer. The deep cleft between her generous titties, the lure of her parted lips, made him quake.
"I'm a little surprised at myself," he said, aiming at her mouth. Her eyes were hungry. All signals said go-go. He took her lips, and the flutter of them, as they opened sensuously, shot his confidence up another notch. Alice had taught him a few things. Today he felt like a real stud.
He burrowed into her mouth, and her arms snaked around his neck. He gripped her surely, but gently. Her waist flesh felt hot and silky. He pushed his tongue between her lips and received a moist, heated welcome.
How the hell long had this ripe plum been dangling around, waiting for plucking? His right hand went up to the alluring jut of her titties; she trembled. Damn, what boobs! Her tongue livened, worming around his.
He pushed a finger into the vale between her tits. She eased them forward and her left thigh pressed on his leg. He recalled a few remarks Earl had made, and the overall impression Don had gained was that Earl was a rusher. Don had this tendency, too. He got ready too fast, but by damn he was going to correct that.
Girls enjoyed a lot of foreplay.
He reached around her and unhooked the catch on her bikini halter. Another tremor. Easy now, take it slow. Don't fumble. Loosened now, the patches on her titties came away, and he cupped a luscious prominent mound. The nipple was like a spike against his palm. She was eating it up.
He eased the pressure on her mouth, and she flicked her tongue into his lips, shivering. Her fingers combed through his hair.
"Ohhh, Don-" she breathed.
"You have beautiful titties, honey," he whispered.
She softened, drawing his ear to her lips. "Just play and play with them, honey..."
What kind of an ass was Earl, anyway? This healthy redhead was dying for it.
"I'll do a lot more than that, sugar," he breathed, cupping her charms, teasing the rigid nipples. "Ohhh!" she whispered.
He dropped his right hand to her thighs. They opened, and she nipped at his neck with her teeth.
"Honey, take a lot of time with me, will you?" she breathed.
"Hell, yes!"
Her thighs opened wider, giving him access to her pussy. He caressed the heated planes of her rich legs, kissing her throat, inching his mouth lower, lower.
He wasn't too surprised when her left hand came over to his swim trunks, pressing his rigid staff. She trembled all over. In seconds he was cupping her scantily covered puss, and a little moan of pleasure from her lips, the lift of her wide hips, told him how much she was enjoying herself.
Evidently Earl didn't work her up good; he was selfish, too swift for her.
But I'm a hell of a poor lover with Jill. One come and I'm done. And she has to take it away from me, at that.
Well, Alice had turned him on, and Pat was doing the same. He felt more like a man than he had for years. Pat had a different way of responding to him-she was starved for it. Alice got her jollies regularly. It made a difference. Pat hadn't gone for a swap; she would rather sneak it.
He worked his fingers inside the snug green patch on her pussy. She was all moist and expanded; her shivers traveled the length of her body.
"Ohhh-ohhh!" she breathed, as he played with her cunt. When he ran a finger inside, into the hot cove, she uttered a low moan.
Finally he had his lips around a ripe red nipple. A gentle sucking action made her boobie quiver, the peak expand in his mouth. She was starting to shake all over. Didn't that fool Earl give these beauties a lot of hot attention?
He didn't want her to peak out already, so he withdrew his finger and began untying the lower section of her bikini. Her fingers continued to squeeze his shaft, still covered.
She lifted so he could slide her bikini away. He stood up and peeled his swim trunks down. His prick angled out; several drops glistened on the head.
"In the bedroom, sweet," he whispered.
She nodded. She stared at his piston and trembled. He had to practically lift her upright. She melted against him, and he half-carried her into the boudoir. She fell across the bed, her rich thighs wide apart, her auburn swatch, with the pink lips centered there, were waiting for him.
He stretched out beside her and she seemed a little surprised that he didn't mount instantly. Probably used to a quick screw. Well, he was going to get all he could out of this. He played his hand around between her thighs and kissed her taut nipples. Her hips began a coital thrusting; her breathing quickened. Damn, she was ready, ready!
He could tease around on the second heat.
There might possibly be an interruption. Get it now. He was sure he could turn stiff again.
He mounted. Her fingers ran lovingly along his shaft, she watched it come down, steering it to the hot, lubricated lips of her pussy.
"Ohhh-my-gosh!" she moaned, as he pushed inward. Her soft thighs came back-she knew how to take the full thrust. He was all man again, as he had been with Alice. What a hell of a wonderful sensation!
Despite all the charging he had picked up earlier, he was in control. He was learning how to hold back, how to wait for the girl to have her pleasure.
The first deep stroking, as he fastened his mouth on a tumid spire, awakened a flurry of shivers inside her cunt. She was curling it up so he could go as deep as he cared to. She wasn't as snug as Jill, or Alice, but man alive, did she love it! Panting and writhing, her breasts quivering, she was in her rise to completion.
He dallied with it a while, resting between flurries of jabs. Her head rolled from side to side; their bellies slapped lightly together when he went deep. This was where a man belonged, on top, executing the thrusts.
He couldn't delay her much longer. She was turning wild. The quivering of her pussy quickened.
"Come on, baby," he muttered, his voice thick. "Come to daddy!"
Her thighs tightened, her breath sucked in. He felt the first luscious pounds of her climax, and he bucked and bucked, long and deep and then quick and short. In her frenzy, her legs dropped and she gave him a wild, hot ride. The bed shook. A high, thin wail of utter delight leaped from her throat.
A luscious churning heralded her climax-his prick swelled and the room tilted as he let go of his lusty load, spurting it far into her seething cunt.
The bounce of her bottom, as she panted out her joy, made him as tall as an Oregon pine tree, as hairy-chested as a cave man. He sank into her, uttering his own cry of pleasure. The feeling of victorious elation, known to successful lovers, warmed his whole being.
Later.
"I shouldn't have done this, Don."
"Why not? We both needed it."
"Ohhh-I certainly did..."
He murmured. "I think maybe you're having troubles at home, like I am."
"Yes ... Honey, I haven't felt like this for years."
"Same here."
She sighed. "What's your trouble at home?"
He was too ashamed to admit the whole truth. "After you're married a while you get in a rut," he said.
She trembled. He was still big inside her. He had softened only for a few moments. Now he was hard.
"Yes, that's the word-a rut," she answered.
He pressed his cock a little deeper. "Want to go again, honey?"
"Ohhh-do I? Ohhh-I should say so."
"You're a real sexy redhead."
She laughed. "I haven't told you what I think of you."
"Well?"
She put her lips to his ear and whispered. "You know how to wait till I'm ready. That's what I need-and need and need ... "
The next afternoon, at the general store where the vacationers brought their groceries, Don ran into Kathy. She wore a snugly fitting, loudly colored sun suit; she seemed quite pleased to see him.
"Lost interest in gold hunting?" she asked, as they left the store together.
"Afraid so."
Earl and Ted had talked their wives into going along to the diggings, several miles out of Bender in the foothills. Jill was at the cabin alone; or had been when Don had left.
"Mind if I walk back with you?" Kathy asked, smiling.
"Not at all."
He offered to carry her sack of groceries, but she declined. They soon left the village and took the timber-bordered trail toward the lake. It was a fine warm day.
The evening before Jill had been rather quiet; they had gone to bed early and he had slept soundly. The thing with Pat had been relaxing and thought-provoking. He didn't regret it; in fact, he was hoping he could bed her down again.
The wall of reserve between himself and Jill seemed to have evaporated slightly, but they hadn't talked anything out. The new knowledge about her and about himself seemed to give him confidence.
Would they ever turn into a real man and wife? He felt sure the real test would come one of these days; he could be assertive around other gals, and they liked what he did-but if he couldn't be a man with his wife he would lose her, sure as hell.
And he still wanted her.
Once they were in the timber, Kathy began walking closer to him. He wondered if her preference always ran to girls. Her actions seemed to indicate she liked to be around men; he certainly couldn't ignore the limber twitch of her hips, the smooth lines of her slender body.
"Are you always so quiet?" she asked, walking slowly.
"Good looking girls make me uneasy," he said.
She laughed. "What a backhanded compliment. You're not that way around that pretty wife of yours, are you?"
"Too much so."
He hated to admit any weakness. He was learning to overcome it, except at home.
"Well, she's crazy about you, I guess you know that."
"Sometimes a man doesn't know, really."
She nodded. "Oh, here's my cabin. Come on in for a cool one, Don."
He admitted he wanted to. He had screwed Alice and Pat; why not take a crack at Kathy? She was acting flirty. He had sneaked one piece of nooky, so he couldn't be any more of a heel by trying it with another broad.
"You girls have a good shopping trip?" he asked, following her up the side trail to her cabin.
She looked at him closely. "Oh, very. Do I detect a note of dryness?"
He smiled to himself. He felt he was becoming rather sophisticated. "Sometimes three lively gals can get into mischief," he said.
She walked on up the trail, reaching the patio. "We discussed the men, naturally. We decided that you're sexier than Earl or Ted..."
He chuckled. He liked it. "How do you know, Kathy?"
"I was just judging by appearances."
"Are you inviting me up here to find out?"
She put her sack in a chair and stood in front of him. "I guess I had something like that in mind..."
He placed his parcel of groceries beside hers. He slid his left arm around her bare waist. He felt a jolt of desire. Lesbian or not, she had plenty of appeal. Would she prefer a real live cock to an artificial one?
"You're not as bashful as I thought you were," she murmured, swaying closer. The brush of her hips against his trousers made his prick tingle. She had a suppleness that was intriguing. He aimed his mouth at hers and she turned his head.
"Oh, let's take it easy, Don. I'm a slow starter."
With men, probably, he thought. Well, he hadn't promised Jill he would be back at any particular time. She was having a cool period; maybe the freakout with Alice and Kathy had satisfied her sexual urges for a day or two.
She swung away, smiling. "like a drink?"
He nodded.
"Well, don't just stand there. Come on in."
He followed her inside the cabin, noting again the lilting wiggle of her hips, her long, slender shanks. Maybe a gal her age would know some interesting variations.
The living room was elaborately furnished. She pointed to a big sofa and went into the kitchen area. Don sat down, feeling a wave of triumph.
If he didn't make out it would be his own damn fault. Nothing in his sack of supplies that would spill or melt in the heat. If he had lost Jill, this wouldn't make much difference. He had accepted the fact that he and his wife were at an impasse. It hurt.
Kathy appeared, drinks in hand. The liquid had a good amber color; the ice tinkled. She gave him his highball and flicked the switch of a portable stereo. Jazz music he couldn't name breathed from the speakers. It made a good backdrop for a little sex.
She stood in front of him, twitching her hips in time with the music. He remembered how she had looked the day before, in the little meadow, with Alice and Jill. His half-stiff cock came to full rigidity; he felt it pushing up his trousers.
"If you like what you see you can take off my shorts, Don," she said, smiling.
He took a gulp of his drink and reached out for her. "Hell, yes-I like what I see."
Before he searched for the zipper at her hip line he fondled lightly between her legs. Warm and smooth.
"I wish your pretty little wife was here, too, honey," she said.
He stared up at her, his hand quiet. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. A threesome."
"I don't know about that ... " He might lose his growing mood of aggressive behavior. "You think she'd go for it?"
"Honey, I'm almost positive. Wouldn't you be flattered with two gals?"
"Jill's been acting pretty cool."
"Maybe you don't know how to heat her up."
She's pretty smart, he thought. Or did Jill tell her about me?
He remembered what Kathy had said, earlier-about Jill being crazy about him. Was she, really-when she had to take the man's role in the bedroom?
"You're beautiful enough to pick and choose."
She laughed. "I can't compete with your wife in the looks department, and you know it."
He wasn't used to talking so much, but his words came easily. "I'll bet you're better between the sheets."
She riffled his hair with her fingers. "I've probably had more experience."
He found the zipper on her shorts and ran it down. The snug garments loosened, revealing filmy red panties. A waft of her woman-odor assailed his senses. He drew the shorts lower, and they dropped at her feet. The red panties were hardly anything; the dark patch of her pussy made him tremble. He stroked it gently.
She spread her legs and sat down on his knees. "Now you can play around with my puss all you want, honey..."
"Let's take these panties off."
She laughed. "Honey, if you do a little exploring, you'll find out why I didn't."
He searched, and found a slit in the nylon crotch.
"Clever," he said, running his finger inside. The soft lips of her cunt were slightly lubricated. She trembled, hunching her hips.
"Ohhh-that's better! You have a good touch, Don."
Don't get carried away now, he thought. You learned something from Pat. And Alice.
"Why don't you take your halter off, Kathy?"
"How can I when I've got a drink in my hand?"
He sat his own glass on the floor. He had already emptied it. The liquor added to his feeling of confidence. If she wanted to talk, he would too.
"I'll be honest, honey. I don't get as excited as some gals-with tittie-play."
"Well, let's try it."
"Help yourself ... "
He reached up with both hands and unfastened her halter. She drained the last of her highball and let it drop to the floor. The shiny cups eased away from her tits; she arched them forward, right into his face.
Her dark nipples were small, her breasts just a good handful apiece. He caught a pointy tip in his mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
"Say, you're okay, honey," she breathed. Her long thighs tightened on his legs. He let his right hand return to her pussy. He tickled around until he found her clit. It was enlarging, it was turning rigid, and a tremor along her body said he had found the key to her passion.
"Ummmm-good!" she whispered, hunching again.
She moved her right hand to his trousers, found the zipper on his fly and zing, in seconds she had his pecker out. Her fingers butterflied along it, and a charge of passion made him tremble.
"Ummm-I just knew you were well-hung, lover."
Did Jill tell her that, too?
The mood she was setting put more words in his mouth. "Think you can take it Kathy?"
She laughed, cozily. "I think so-but it'll be nice and
He rolled her moist clitoris, and she gasped. Her nipple, back between his lips again, stiffened and vibrated. She slid along his legs, bringing his shaft closer to her cunt. With her feet on the floor, she raised up a little, shivering. He took his finger from her slit. She brought the big head of his prick excitingly against the expanded lips of her pussy. Somehow the red framing around her twat added to her sexy appeal.
"Ohhh--! " she breathed, playing the head along the lips of her cove. He could feel the tip of her clit against his cock. Several sharp tremors raced along her body.
"Goddamn, that's good," she whispered, shivering. "When I saw you there in the store I knew I had to have some of this. I haven't had a man for months, honey-months! Ummm-oh, oh, ohhh-hell, I'm going to have one-ohhh hell, oh damn-ohhh, you big sexy bastard ... OHHH-OHHHH-I'm COMING!"
She trembled violently. Her hand moved his prick swiftly around on her clit-and her hips jerked, swiveled-she nearly flipped off his lap...
In the final stages of her orgasm, she slid all the way down on his shaft, rotating and panting out the rest of her joy. When she was finished, he swung her bodily over on the sofa. He didn't try to pile on. He had an idea he would see plenty of action if he took it easy.
She leaned back, still panting, her hand still gripping his prick. Her eyes were closed.
"Ohhh, honey-that was a dandy..." she breathed.
"I'm glad," he said, kissing her on the mouth for the first time. Her lips writhed, her tongue poked excitingly. He played with her small, jutty breasts, tweaking the nipples, pressing them between thumb and forefinger. Hell, she liked it. He was in control now, too. He wanted her to have several more. No more premature spouting as he often did with Jill. He was going to make the first blast really count.
VIII
JILL SAT IN THE LIVING ROOM OF THE PORTER cabin leafing through a magazine, but her thoughts weren't on it. She had been somewhat disappointed by the girlish freakout. She would have preferred to be alone with Kathy and the dildo. Or to be with a good robust male, like Ted.
There was something bizarre and unnatural about three girls playing around with each other. With some gin to help, she had had her fun, all right, but she hadn't participated in the daisy-chain Kathy had proposed. She had ended up by watching Kathy and Alice do a sixty-nine.
Don was acting differently; she had caught a slight trace of foreign perfume on his clothes when she had placed his soiled clothes in the hamper. Pat hadn't gone on the girl-party; she and Don had been here alone...
Was it possible? Had Pat made out with him-had she got up enough nerve to take it away from him? But the worst idea was that Don might act differently when he was with another girl. Alice had seemed quite contented after the swap with Don.
She glanced at her wristwatch. He had gone to the store, and he was certainly taking his time.
She threw the magazine aside and strolled out onto the porch. Oh, damn-I love him. Whv can't he throw me down and take it away from me? All the girls think he's the sexiest man in the crowd.
An idea flitted through her mind. Ted and Earl had taken their wives along today, to the diggings. That left Kathy alone...
She left the porch and strolled along the trail that led in front of the four cabins. When she reached a spot near Kathy's larger, more elaborate summer place, she paused. She walked nearer, and suddenly she saw two sacks of groceries side by side in a chair on Kathy's patio.
Well, well. How cozy.
Kathy was the aggressive kind; she would doubtless get a big kick out of taking it away from Don. Big Don, scared Don...
Curious, Jill strolled up to the patio and listened. For long moments she heard nothing-then her eyes opened when she caught the faint unmistakable sigh, squeak, sigh of bedsprings.
"...you big wonderful thing, you!" Kathy exclaimed.
They were doing it. Jill felt a sharp goad of jealousy. Kathy was really getting around. Jill knew Don wouldn't be here without an invitation.
She hesitated. She didn't want to interrupt their fun. She wouldn't have wanted anyone to break it up when Ted was giving it to her. But she was curious.
She sneaked into the living room. The sounds were coming from a room to the right-Kathy's bedroom, naturally. A pair of discarded shorts and a halter lay on the carpet near a big sofa. Hadn't Don undressed?
The bedroom door was ajar. She felt a naughty thrill as she slipped up and peeked inside. Her eyes widened even more. Kathy wasn't on top, as Jill had suspected. She was underneath, her long thighs drawn back, a pillow under her trim bottom, and Don was curved above her, sweeping his big prick slowly in and out of her pussy...
Jill could hardly believe her senses. All of Kathy's talk about imagine variations, and here she was, getting screwed the way most girls got screwed, relaxing, letting the male do the sensual work.
He knows how to take over, she thought, dizzily. Why hasn't he ever mounted me, like that?
"Ohhh-that's good, honey!" Kathy cried, extremely excited. "You really know how to handle that thing!"
Don failed to answer. He paused, with his big shaft nearly out of her cunt.
Kathy slid her bottom around and around, her harsh breathing very evident.
"Come with me this time, honey!" Kathy moaned. "Ohhh-please! Give me that big sexy load..."
Jill grabbed at the door casing for support. She felt a wave of lust that amazed her. She had watched Ted and Alice screwing, but somehow this was more stimulating.
Don began poking into her again, slowly. Now she could hear his heavy breathing, too. Drops of perspiration glistened on his back. He was braced so he could lower his head and sip at Kathy's pointed breasts. Which he did.
"Ohhh-make it now, honey!" Kathy moaned. "Ohhh-damn, ohhh hell-ohhhh-hurt me! Pound me into the bed! Screw me!"
"I'll give it to you all right, baby!" Don gasped.
Now he was talking. Silent Don had turned into a real bedroom mechanic. But where had he learned it?
The strokes lengthened. He was panting and pushing it deep into her pussy now. Kathy shuddered. Her breasts heaved. Don stabbed and stabbed, faster, faster ...
Evidently they had been at it for quite a while. Jill had arrived for the x climax. This time meant only one thing. Don had made her go off at least once, earlier. Maybe more...
The bed shook. Don's body curved and he started really banging her.
"Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh-God-I'm-coming!" Kathy wailed.
Jill heard the kind of sound Don made when he was flipping-a deep, hoarse cry. He jammed his prick into her with wild gusto, and Jill heard the slap, slap slap of their loins coming together.
Finally, the action reached an apex. Kathy shouted, her legs gripped him, and Don buried his prick clear to the hilt. Jill saw his body shudder as the gouts of his lust left him. She had never been so envious of anyone in her life. He was coming, spurting into Kathy's pussy-giving her his load. He was studding her, pushing her, taking the initiative...
She turned and nearly fell; her legs were snaky. Tears gathered in her eyes.
She crept like a beaten cur from the big room and out into the afternoon sunlight. A sharp bunching of need in her pelvis almost doubled her over.
My God-ifhe'd do that to me, I'd faint!
Why, why? Why couldn't he turn into a man with his wife? She hadn't felt so miserable since her marriage. Evidently he had screwed Alice good, too. And maybe Pat ...
Something must be wrong with me! she thought, blackly.
She almost ran back to the Porter cabin. She remembered that Kathy had let her borrow the artificial penis. She had hidden it in the closet. She was in such a ferment of arousal she knew she had to have a crest.
She went to the closet, found the dildo, and sprawled out across the bed. Her skirt came up, her panties came down. Quickly she opened her blouse and unhooked her bra. Her titties were all swollen and itchy. The vision of Don's prick sliding in and out, in and out, was burned in her mind. She had to have it, one way or another ...
She fondled her achy breasts with her left hand and brought the head of the dildo against the wet lips of her pussy. She pushed it in-slowly and voluptuously.
"Ohhh-ohhh, Don-when are you going to screw me like that? What's the matter with me?
A few strokes and she was ready for her come. She pushed the little red ON button ... Faster, faster-ohhh-my pussy is vibrating, I'm coming hard...
The explosion relieved her quaky nerves, but somehow it didn't bathe her body with that sweet bliss of complete orgasm. It was still a thing. And Don was still over giving it to Kathy...
She tossed the object aside. It would never be for her what it might for some gals. She ached for the smell, the touch, the feel, of a man.
Don drew his half-limp cock from Kathy's pussy and angled down on the bed at her side. He was still breathing heavily, but it was a grateful kind of exercise. She stretched out, flexing her slender body and sighed deeply.
"Ohhh, Don. You really made me go hard..."
"Say, that was a dandy, wasn't it?" Talking this way didn't embarrass him as much as it had in the past. Hell, he was becoming quite sophisticated.
"Hope I'm not keeping you away from your wife too long," she laughed, caressing his chest.
"I don't think she cares too much, anyway."
"Oh, but you're wrong, Don. She thinks you're just about it."
He looked at his watch. What could a man believe about dames, anyway? He was realizing just how tricky they were.
"You'd better go, honey," Kathy murmured. "I'm too popped to pop again, anyway!"
He laughed. "Do we do this again?"
"See if Jill won't go for a party, just us three..."
Don approached the cabin, grocery sack in hand. He saw Jill sitting in a chair on the porch; she had changed into a pink sun suit and she looked very fetching, as usual.
"What kept you?" she asked, an edge in her voice.
"Are we timing our comings and goings?" he replied, climbing the .steps. Generally, he didn't argue when she was snippy, but he had a few things to get off his chest. "I was over visiting with Kathy."
She flushed. "Is she better than me?"
He sat the groceries down on a table, his anger rising.
"I didn't say I tried her-but if I had I think it's better than what you've been doing."
"I suppose you're jealous of Ted, is that it?"
She jumped out of the chair, her eyes blazing. "I'm sick and tired of having to take it away from you. Why can't you make me, for a change?"
"I don't know, exactly ... I'm going to try to find out."
"Well, go on back to Kathy-or Pat!" she snapped.
She looked very beautiful, standing there, rigid with anger. He had never seen her so upset. His own temper was cooling because she had nicked him where it hurt.
"I'm sorry, Jill," he said.
She bit her lip, turning to stare out over the lake.
"I am, too," she answered. "I guess if I didn't love you so much I wouldn't get so mad."
"I think we'd better talk this out when things cool off a little."
She nodded. He went on in the cabin. He felt cold inside and washed out. He had an uneasy sensation that he was losing her, and he didn't know what the hell to do about it.
The following afternoon Don went on another hike, alone. He was becoming a bit tired of this vacation; he had lost all interest in hidden treasure. After the first few nuggets Earl and Ted had uncovered, there had been no more.
Jill was still cool; they hadn't talked anything out. It embarrassed him a little to think she had guessed where he had spent some time the previous day, with Kathy.
Screwing Pat and Alice and Kathy hadn't solved the big riddle; why couldn't he act the same way with Jill? He was flattered that he had been able to please them. But his wife was still the one he cared about.
He took a new trail and came out on a high point above the lake, somewhat north of the village. It was a fine warm day, and he saf down in the shade to take in the view. Quite a lot of activity on the beach, but he was too far away to make out individuals.
He was startled by a feminine voice behind him.
"Hello, there," she said, pleasantly, warmly.
He turned, and he had a second surprise. A tall blonde girl stood there, garbed in snug shorts and a snug halter. She had a pair of binoculars in her hands. Damn, she must be at least six feet two. Big thrusty breasts and rich, long thighs-and somehow she became the Amazon of a crazy dream, he once had, a dream that still haunted him. That one had been brunette, but the impression remained.
"Hello, yourself," he said. "Vacationing?"
"No. I'm a native. My folks have a ranch over the next ridge." There was a shyness about her he liked, instantly. Because she was so outsized? No rings on her fingers.
"Sit down if you like," he said.
She flushed, lightly. She walked nearer, and the sway of her generous hips, the little-girl way of striding, caught his interest.
"I've been watching you," she said, easing down in the grass about a yard from him. She patted the binoculars.
"Why me?" he asked.
"You're a very appealing man..."
He had to smile. "I'm flattered. Do you come up here and watch the actions of the people on the beach?"
"Yes. Very interesting."
"Why don't you go down and join in?"
She looked straight ahead. She had a good profile. Her blone hair was rich, loosely brushed, rather long. It had no beauty-shop glossiness. Except for there being one hell of a lot of her, she was as sexy as any gal he'd seen recently.
"You know why I don't join in?" she said. "I'm a cow. Men don't like girls that tower over them."
"Quit downgrading yourself. What's your name, anyway?"
"Ann. Ann Helmer. Twenty-three, unmarried." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "What's yours?"
He told her. "I still don't believe you've been watching me, in particular."
"Oh, but I have, Don. The name fits you. I thought you'd have a real manly name."
He was very flattered. The dream of the Amazon came even more clearly into his mind. She had been very aggressive until he had belted her ... A man shouldn't strike a girl.
"I saw you coming up the trail and I waited for you."
"I'll be damned." He moved over closer to her. "That real pretty brunette's your wife, isn't she?" Ann said. "Yes."
"Well, don't-too much. We're having troubles."
She was very easy to talk to. He would probably never see her again. This shyness of hers might be hard to manage, in case he got sensual ideas. So, why not confide in her?
"I've heard that beautiful girls like that are pretty vain."
"Jill isn't, much. I suppose you have a boy friend, Ann."
"No. I'm a loner." She laughed, dryly. "You probably think I'm nutty saying this, to a stranger, but to me you're not a stranger ... I'm still a virgin."
Well! She was sure as hell different. And she was turning him on. A very light flush on her cheeks, and her restless hands, indicated she was excited, too.
"Don't let that bother you, Ann. The right guy will come along."
"You bet! The kind that asks how the weather is up here."
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself."
She smiled. "You know, I always imagined a real sophisticated married man would break me in..."
He had to laugh. "I'm not as sophisticated as I look, if you're thinking about me."
"But I am thinking about you, Don. I've thought about what I'd say if you ever came up this way."
"I'm here."
"I went to college and I know all about biology, and being raised on a .ranch I've seen plenty, but I'm too shy. I know it. Aren't you going to help me?"
Talk about propositions! And, could he put a stake in his phantom about big girls-could he overcome this idea that Jill was too fragile and pretty to manhandle? It was all crazy.
"Hell, yes!" he said. "Today, now?"
She flushed, deeply. "Could you really like me enough-to do it?"
"You're a very sexy girl, Ann." His prick was starting to tingle. A virgin! Watching him through the binoculars, dreaming about him ... Well, it took all kinds.
"Oh, I'm not either!" she protested.
"I think so. Let's take a walk."
Her smile was warm with gratitude, but she was still blushing. He realized it had taken a lot of nerve for her to be so bold.
"I know a good place," she said, rising.
He grinned. "Swell!"
The ground sloped at this point and he moved above her, sliding his arms around her waist. Her bulgy halter was a lure that made his loins vibrate. Her nipples were poking at the thin pink cotton. She closed her eyes, shivering. She didn't tilt her head for his kiss, but her mouth softened delightfully as he sank into it. Man, what smooth flesh, what resilience.
He worked her lips open and slid his tongue forward. It struck her teeth-but when he applied more pressure she got the idea and let his probe in. A sharp tremor ran along her body. Her arms came around him, tentatively. She had it for him; he had known that the moment he'd seen her.
He pushed his tongue in deep, wiggling it around, sliding his hands around on her waist, higher. Man, was she eating it up? She was going for it like a horse to oats. This wasn't like the dream, at all. This girl was all softness and willingness. No boy friend. A loner. A virgin. His prick felt like it was going to rip his shorts.
He pulled his mouth away, and she let go reluctantly. "Ohhh," she breathed, shivering again.
"Where is this place, honey?" he murmured.
"Right over the ridge..."
"Well, let's go."
"I'm-kind of afraid, now..."
"I'll be very gentle with you, Ann." She nodded. Her fingers pressed his arm. "All right, let's go"
She led the way along a trail that ran uphill.
This was the trend; the Pill had liberated a whole generation of love-hungry girls. The new morality, and marriage didn't seem to have much to do with it. If he were more like Ted he could have a real ball. But he was still hung up on Jill.
Her words continued to sting him. If he were more of a man she wouldn't be chasing around...
Ann took a dim trail through thick underbrush. The aroma of her perfume drifted back into his nostrils, a tantalizing fragrance mingled with her own individual scent. He watched the movement of her long thighs; they were somewhat like Jill's, rubbing together when she walked, very lightly tanned, beautifully tapered.
They came out into a small enclosure, shaded by tall pines with thick grass underfoot. He saw a blanket spread there, a thermos and a wicker basket that evidently contained picnic supplies.
"This is my hideout," she said, turning.
He marveled again at the trickiness of the feminine sex. When they wanted something they went out for it. For how many days had she been observing the beach with the field glasses? And why had she picked him?
It could all be a big fat lie. But what the hell? Why knock it?
"Sometimes I ride my horse up here, but I watched today," she said, obviously ill at ease. "I need the exercise."
"I wouldn't say that," he answered, his arm around her waist again. She sat down quickly, as though she didn't care to stand beside him on level ground displaying her height. She was really bugged on it.
I'm turning into quite a stud, he thought. And I can't stud my own wife.
He moved down at her right, getting his left arm around her. She half-turned, eagerly. He homed in on her mouth, getting a warm, shivery reception. The imagine pink halter drew his right hand. Blading his tongue into her mouth sent another tremor through her body.
Her titties had a luscious firmness. He shaped them and her arms tightened around his neck. She was turning hot fast. So she had read all about sexing; she had watched the bulls and the cows-she had watched the stud take the mare; she was a big healthy girl with a big curiosity.
He tilted her slowly back on the blanket, keeping his mouth over hers. He teased her nipples through the snug cloth of her halter. A little moan rewarded his efforts. She was all soft and responsive; she expected him to make the play, and what could be more natural?
He loosened her halter. He remembered the older woman who had shown him the ropes between the sheets. Didn't he owe it to someone to pass this knowledge along, help some bashful girl who needed a good manning?
He finally had the halter unhooked in back, and her big, white mountains billowed upward, into his seeking hand. He shot his tongue deep a few more strokes, and lifted away. She looked at his hand roving over her titties; a shudder passed along her body. She closed her eyes.
"You have beautiful breasts, Ann," he murmured.
"Ohhh," she whispered.
He rested his head in the palm of his left hand and enjoyed the scenery. Her titties were rather cone-shaped, her nipples rather small for the rest of her, but sweetly pink and stiff. He slid his hand along her bare tummy. Her legs jerked, but she kept them together.
He leaned over her and dropped his mouth to a ripe, red nipple.
"Ohh!" she gasped, as he sucked on the juicy morsel.
He was quite sure he had never had a virgin. He intended to take all the time necessary to give her a good time. In a few days he and Jill would be leaving Bender, going back home to Spokane. Maybe Ann would have something good to remember.
He let his hand wander lower, to the enticing curve of her pussy. He shaped it, pressing gently.
"Ohhh-my goodness!" she cried, softly. Man, did she love it!
The nipple erected between his lips and he played his fingers over the rich expanse of her thighs, spreading them. She was trembling up a storm. Her hips curled toward his hand. Damned if she wasn't going to climax, already!
IX
QUICKLY HE PUSHED HIS HAND INSIDE HER shorts, on her bare pussy. She quaked violently, she gasped. Her fingers clamped on his shoulder. Her hips curved in a coital lift, and he cupped her downy cunt just as the sweet shivers of her come seized her, twisting her whole body, while a little bleat of joy escaped her lips.
"Uhhh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh!" she cried.
What keener pleasure was there than in having a love-starved girl reach a climax in his embrace? Her shudders of completion, while he ran his fingers along the wet lips of her pussy, filled a void in his makeup. How long had it been for her? How long had she waited for a man's touch on her cunt?
He lifted his mouth from her sharp, wet nipple and let his hand rest lightly between her thighs. She went lax, breathing deeply.
"Was that good for you, honey?" he murmured.
"Ohhh, Don! I didn't mean to ... I just-"
"Ann, I wanted you to."
He kissed her on the mouth and transferred his right hand to her titties. They were sharply swollen, and when he plunged his tongue into her lips and tweaked a nipple, she quaked delightfully. He gave her mouth a good going over before he raised his head. She was blissfully relaxed.
"Was it really good for you, Ann?" he murmured, finding the zipper on her shorts.
"Ohhh, you don't know how good, honey!"
He slipped her shorts away from the rich width of her hips, looking at the light curls of down on her pussy, and his cock trembled. The pink material went down her thighs, and she helped him take the garment away. He stood up and unfastened his trousers. He took off his shirt. She watched him, cheeks flushed, her blue eyes adoring, curious.
Surely she had seen a man's shaft-but the way she stared as his shorts came down made him wonder. He was proud of his dimensions, not too large to cause difficulties, long enough to reach up where the goodies were.
If Ann preferred a darkened bedroom, she wasn't saying so. The opportunity had come in full daylight.
He sank down beside her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pressed his chest against her upright, jutty breasts, and she trembled, her fingers digging into his bare shoulders. He coasted his hand down her tummy, then lightly between her thighs. This time they opened with little encouragement from him. He felt the pound of her heart, heard her quickened breathing. A great big bundle of willing girl, starved for manning.
He caressed the sweet inner planes of her thighs, taking lots of time.
Can I do this with Jill the next time? Will she want me to?
Could they still patch up their weakening marriage?
This vacation had taught him one thing, if nothing else. He could please other gals, and by damn, if Jill and he couldn't make out, he had other fields to romp on.
Maybe Jill was too pretty, too beautiful. Men watched her everywhere she went. A 'terrific cook, a neat housekeeper ...
Why think about his wife at a time like this?
He caressed Ann with a little more abandon. He kissed her nipples again and brought his wandering fingers against her moistened pussy.
The idea that he might be one of the first men to fondle her between the legs gave him a hell of a thrill. She was probably shading the truth about being a virgin. Surely at college some big football player had got in her panties. He wasn't going to get carried away. Give her a good show.
"Ohhh!" she breathed, as he traced the soft, expanded crevice. He found the little erect tip of her clitoris. A shudder passed along her body; her hips lifted again. He knew he could mount any time, now-but he delayed it, savoring her shivers of anticipation.
He decided he was turning into a pretty fair cocksman. Imagine being watched and picked out by a lonely, sex-starved rancher's daughter.
If Earl or Ted had happened along the same trail, would she have given them the same line? He was just egotistical enough to believe not.
She had a very cute pussy-not large, at all. He pushed his finger in, tentavely, and she moaned, her nipples sharpening. This was going to be snug...
Finally he raised up and crawled between her thighs, nudging them further apart. He caught her right hand and pulled it down to his prick. She touched it hesitantly, shivering. She didn't know what to do with her fingers, but obviously she was enjoying every second of it.
He angled his hips lower. She gasped, darting a glance down at his rod.
"Ohhh," she breathed.
She wasn't lifting her legs; once he got started he would bring them up with his arms. But she was raising her pelvis, panting now, eager for the rest.
He brought the head of his prick against the wet, hot lips of her pussy. Her hand came away. A shudder went along her body. Damn, there was nothing quite like getting the old prod at the door of a new cunt.
His first gentle push brought a low cry of pleasure from her lips. Her legs jerked, her breasts quivered-and he felt the tide of her passion sweeping shoreward again.
"Uhhh-ohhh-ohhh-OHHH!"
The surge of her climax twisted her entire body. Her pelvis fluttered, her tummy heaved. He pushed harder, and couldn't get in...
Her fingers raked his shoulders. She was really having a dandy.
When she quieted, he nudged again. By God, this was really snug. Just the head of his prick was inside, and when he tried to go further, she flinched. He rested, enjoying her sighs of relief, the delightful shivering of her labia. Sweat was coming out along his back. He wasn't superman. And he wasn't going to hurt her, either. No hurry, no hurry at all.
He backed away, breaking the luscious contact, and sank down at her side. She combed her fingers through his hair. Hell, maybe he did have a virgin!
"Is there something-wrong, honey?" she whispered.
"Don't worry about it," he answered, caressing her loins. "I want you to have a wonderful afternoon."
"But-what about you?"
He was hurting a little for an ejaculation; his prick ached. But hell, he felt great. When the time came for him to blast, he would enjoy it.
"I'm swell," he said. "A nice healthy girl like you should have lots of fun."
She sighed and giggled cozily. "Ohhh, I am, Don, I am!"
"Is this better than watching me through your field glasses?" he murmured, nipping at her ear. Her blonde hair was very fragrant.
"My goodness, yes!"
He moved his head to her white, pink-tipped mountains. He sucked a nipple between his lips. Her tremor of response was deeply gratifying. He kissed between her titties, and then worked lower, onto her tummy, where little flutters told him how much she liked it.
He scooted lower, until he was crouched between her long, soft thighs.
He hadn't had much practice at this, but by damn he was in the mood for it. He slid his hands under her rump and brought his mouth down on the curve of her pussy. The little pink lips drew him like a magnet.
"Ohhh!" she breathed. "Ohhh!"
He nuzzled around before he made the first tentative probe with his tongue. Her shivers of joy communicated heatedly.
Why hadn't he ever taken his wife like this? Was he bold only with other dames?
Ann's fingers locked in his hair. Her coital lift, her gasp of delight, gave him courage. He worked on her with enthusiasm.
He stayed away from the little button of highest sensitivity; he didn't want her to come too swiftly this time. Whenever he felt the little bunchings of her muscles, he eased away, prolonging her joy, delighting in the storm he was kicking up.
He was learning, and what a great way to do it. He was also reaching the limit of his endurance. A few more probing and kisses, and he moved above her. He brought his shaft to the target again, and as the achy head entered the outer door of her cunt, he knew he had to get rid of his passion.
He pushed, steadily. She was shaking and gasping. She was right on the edge of another gush.
Damn! It had to be now. Tracers of his lust shot along his legs and through his pelvis. He worked and worked-not too wildly, curbing his frantic need to plunge in. And finally, he felt something give, something open. Her little cry, her flinching, was momentary.
God-he had her! He was deep, snug and deep.
A riot of shivering pressed around his prick. Her thighs gripped him, her whole pelvis exploded. Far away he heard her shout as the gush of his passion spurted from his swollen prick, right into the throbby core of her girlish cunt. Her little gun went bang, bang, bang-
The wrenching, tearing sensation of his juice leaving his cock was rich and deep and thorough. He pushed and pushed and her frantic answers to his thrusts soared him into a new plane of sensation.
As she floated down from her peak, her little cries of delight, the continuing claspings of her pussy around his shaft, gave him a feeling of manliness he had known only a few times in his life.
He flattened on her, still buried deep, panting out his relief.
X
DON WALKED DOWN THE RIDGE TRAIL WITH A spring in his step. The air smelled good, the lake seemed a richer green. Nothing like a good stray piece of ass to brighten a man's outlook. And by damn, she was a virgin.
He had promised to meet her in the same place the day after tomorrow.
Even though he had exploded another time in her hot little box, he wasn't depleted. He felt rejuvenated. Giving a lonely, frustrated girl her jollies just couldn't be beat. She was so very appreciative, too. Patting him and calling him honey and darling...
He approached the cabin with confidence. He had a surprise in store for his wife.
He started up the steps when he heard girlish laughter from inside the cabin. He paused. Alice's voice was unmistakable. She had come over to visit with Jill. Evidently the treasure hunting had broken up early; it was still only four-thirty.
A sudden lowering of the voices made him pause. He wondered what in hell they were being so secretive about.
He changed his course and slipped into the bushes at the side of the cabin: The windows were all open, and he edged up under the nearest one that opened off the living room. No one could see him.
"...didn't you get any last night, honey?" Alice said, giggling.
"No. We had an argument."
"Ohh, too bad. I didn't either. Ted was all pooped out from that silly digging."
Well, well. He might learn something.
"Didn't you go with them today?" Jill asked.
"Yes, but it was the same old thing. No gold." She laughed. "And no screwing, either!"
"Is that all you think about, honey?" Jill didn't sound very shocked.
"Well, what's more fun? Why don't you and Don come over again tonight. Ted's taking a nap-he should be in shape later."
"I'd like to, but Don's been moody lately. I'm sure he was over getting a little from Kathy yesterday afternoon." Alice laughed. "No fooling?"
"He's really getting around. I think he's had Pat out in the bushes, too."
Don smiled to himself. Hard to fool a wife, really.
"Well, why not? We I ad a nice little party with Kathy. I'm pretty sure Pat's having troubles in bed-but she won't say much to me."
"Yes, she is," Jill replied.
Alice giggled. "Maybe Don got her little gun off." Leave it to the cute blonde to say it right out. "The way you talk!" Jill chided.
"Believe me, that's what we're all after, isn't it."
"Believe me, that's what we're all after, isn't it?" He missed his wife's answer.
"Something's bugging you, honey," Alice said. Her voice carried better than Jill's. "Don't tell me you're having the same problem? Ted is very enthused about you, you know that ... "
"I hate to say it," Jill answered, finally. "But I'm afraid you're right."
"I just can't believe it! He really made me come alive."
"Oh, really?"
"Honey, would I be inviting you two over again if it wasn't so?"
"I'm glad we can talk this way," Jill said. "Come on, honey. Tell me."
A moment of silence followed. Jill answered, at last. "He's always
Don realized that if he had heard this a week earlier he would have
Don realized that if he had heard this a week earlier he would have been madder than hell. But not now. He was quite sure of his functional abilities.
"I don't dig that, at all," Alice said, surprise in her voice. "Is he afraid of you, or something?"
"That might be part of it ... He used to be awfully shy. I don't think he had much experience before we got married."
"Well, honey-he got it somewhere, awfully fast. Yummy, yummy. He really made me come, good."
"You mean, he was-after you?"
"I didn't have to take it away from him, if that's what you mean. He couldn't have been smoother ... Honey, don't be jealous, please! I just thought he was that way with you. I can't understand it."
"Well, I'm sick and tired of it!" Jill snapped.
"Hmmm. You're so pretty and sexy. You're the best looking number in town. Are you sure it isn't your fault?"
Another pregnant silence.
"I wish I knew, Alice. I really do."
"I've noticed you two are a little stand-offish. Don't you ever talk about-try to work things out?"
"He always acts embarrassed when I say anything suggestive..."
"Oh, for hell's sake! Ever try getting him half-drunk, first?"
"Yes. The night of the beach party ... He made it too soon-much too soon."
Don recalled his premature ejaculation. Very damned disappointing.
"Well, he was out in the bushes with Pat for a little while. Maybe she worked on him too much," Alice said.
"I don't know-but it sure left me up in the air."
Alice giggled. "For hell's sake. Didn't you get him stiff again? He's young and healthy."
"I guess I was too mad."
"Honey, you have to be patient with these studs. They're like little boys. You wound their vanity and down it goes, limp as a rag!"
"Well, why didn't he make me hot again?"
Alice giggled. "Do you mean to sit here and tell me that once is all you two ever do it? I think I'd scream if I only had one peak a session. Maybe you didn't encourage him. Getting sore won't help. Act lovey and play around with him and he'll get all hot and bothered, and then on the second one a guy can last longer. Simple."
"Does Ted-always get there-twice?" Jill asked.
Alice laughed. "Not always-but he sees to it that I have my climaxes. When he has just the right amount to drink he gets what he calls a whiskey hard-on, and he can last for an hour or more. That's when I really have my fun!"
"You're awful!" Jill exclaimed.
"No, just practical. Try a little sexy talk with him. The boys love it. Makes them think you're like one of those models in a dirty magazine. And while you're at it, give him a little strip-tease once in a while. You've got the figure for it, and then some!"
"Well, I have to do all the seducing, as it is."
Don could hear Alice's sigh. "Well, anyway, what about tonight? We can try a new kind of game to get the boys all lathered up, and us, too."
"I'll ask him," Jill said, dully.
"Oh, perk up. Say, how did you like that vibrator thing of Kathy's?"
"Can't we talk about something else?" Jill protested. "You know you loved it!" Alice laughed. "Think I'll get one if Ted ever slows down."
"I prefer a man," Jill said.
"Don't we all, honey. But let's face i'-these men get moody. And Kathy's right about a girl knowing more about how a girl-likes to be teased up than most men. Lots of time ... "
"Will you stop it?" Jill said, tartly.
Alice giggled again. "Getting warm panties, are you? Well, me, too. In fact, I could use a little right now."
"What-do you mean?"
"Honey-grow up. I can show you just as good a time as Kathy did."
Don's eyebrows lifted. He was really getting an earful. Of course, he had known, but-
"Now-stop that!" Jill said, not too definitely.
"Oh, come on-relax. This will just tone us up for tonight!"
Don slipped away from under the window. He rounded the lakeside end of the cabin and made a lot of noise coming up the steps. He didn't figure on listening to his wife have her jollies with Alice. His prick was tingling. Maybe it was time he showed his wife a few tricks. The pedestal had been knocked from beneath her.
"Oh, is that you, Don?" Jill asked, her voice entirely different, matter-of-fact.
"Yes," he called. He went through the screen door and on into the living room. The girls were sitting demurely far apart. He knew damned well they had been close together, just a few seconds earlier.
"How are you, handsome?" Alice asked, smiling. "I was just telling Jill. You two are invited over tonight. Might be fun, and we are on vacation."
"Sounds interesting," he said, immediately.
"Good!" Alice stood up and wiggled to the living room door. "See you later, kiddies."
When she was where Jill sat. She wore a fetching, skin-tight sun suit. It was blue with a white trim, and made her very sexy-looking. Her nipples showed against the hug of the halter. Was that where Alice had been fondling? Would Jill take some of the blonde's advice?
"Have a nice walk?" she asked.
"Swell. Do you want to go over next door tonight?"
"Why not? We don't seem to be doing much at home."
"Still sore, are you?"
She looked away. "You've certainly changed."
"Yes, I guess I have. I didn't see you fighting Ted off."
She stood up. He looked at her leggy figure, the just-right proportions of her body, smoothly tanned, well-tended, dainty. His prick tingled. This wasn't the time or place for it, but very soon now he was going to show her that he could manhandle her. If she was still sore, upset about his suspected sneaky screwing, it would probably end in a divorce.
"Ted acts like a man, at least."
"I guess we do need another swap, if that's your attitude."
He didn't answer. He wandered out on the porch and sat down. He glanced northward, toward the ridge where he had enjoyed the afternoon with Ann Helmer.
Now, there was a girl who really appreciated him.
IX
DON STOOD IN THE CARLSON CABIN kitchenette, watching Alice mix a second round of highballs. They were drinking gin and tonic. By mutual agreement the girls wore shortie skirts and blouses, and Alice looked particularly good tonight; her blouse dipped so low in front he could see the sweet upper curves of her titties, and if she wore a bra it didn't amount to much. Her charms jiggled whenever she moved.
Ted and Jill were in the living room, out of sight momentarily. Alice finished mixing and turned to him. She swayed nearer and whispered.
"Aren't you going to sneak a few feels, honey?"
He realized he had been thinking too much about Jill.
He smiled and slid a finger down between Alice's standout boobs. She weaved her shoulders, making her charms sway. He ran his hand deeper, and encountered just the wispiest of coverings.
"Yummy, yummy!" she breathed.
He snugged his left arm around her waist and cupped a juicy breast. He lowered his mouth toward hers. Her red lips opened, her pink tongue-tip fluttering between them. Her hips flattened tantalizingly against his loins. His cock was already swelling.
"It's been too long, honey," she whispered.
"Mmmmmmm. That was great, wasn't it?"
"You've got a longer prick than my hubby, honey. I just love it ... "
He settled on her mouth, getting a hot, trembling reception. Her bold talk was exciting, but was it really necessary? He squeezed her tittie and enjoyed the flirt and dive of her tongue, the squirm of her practiced lips. Every girl had her own methods.
"Hey, wench!" Ted called, breaking up the clinch. "We're dry in here."
Don released Alice, and she ran her hand across his trousers, squeezing his covered staff. She winked and picked up the glasses. Just before they stepped into the living room he patted her on the bottom. Not much on underneath the skirt, that was for sure.
Jill and Ted sat rather close together on the sofa. The top button of her blouse was unfastened. He had been getting a little tittie-squeezing, too. Her short skirt was halfway to her crotch, so maybe he had got a few feels of her pussy. Well, that's why they had come over. Tired of the stuff at home.
"You kids like party records?" Alice laughed, wiggling over to a portable stereo.
"Sure," Don said.
"Good! Ted hasn't heard this one. I've been saving it for a special occasion."
"For a gal her age she's sure full of surprises," Ted chuckled.
"I grew up fast," Alice giggled.
She placed a record on the turntable and adjusted the volume. She came back to sit in an overstuffed chair, patting the wide arm of it and glancing up at Don. He took the hint. In this position he could look down inside her . Jill whispered something in Ted's ear and he laughed. His trousers were a little bulgy. Evidently he had no trouble popping Jill's gun. That was the name of the game.
He realized suddenly, that in tearing away the veil that had surrounded his wife, he was no longer envious of Ted. Something had happened to him-something all mixed up with Pat and Kathy and Alice-but mainly it had to do with a naive, lonely girl named Ann Helmer.
Why did he keep thinking about her?
He half-listened to the record, the background sounds indicating the action was taking place near the ocean, on a beach. One man and two girls. A lot of racy talk as both gals fondled the man, getting him interested, and then admiring remarks about his prick.
It was rather cleverly done and lewdly stimulating, if one went for realistic sound-effects.
"Let me kiss that big thing!" the shrill-voiced gal laughed.
"I'd rather have it in!" the contralto voice exclaimed.
"Easy, girls. You'll both have your turn," the man said.
Don wasn't carried away with it, but both girls were obviously getting their charges. Ted listened closely, too. Now and then he made remarks of his own.
Eventually, one of the girls straddled the man and then followed appropriate noises indicating her pleasure, and finally her gasps and cries as she got her gun off.
Presently it was the other girl's turn. She was longer doing it, and made quite a long detailed series of remarks about how good it was-and this scene closed with another girlish climax.
The record ended as they formed a kind of mixed daisy-chain, and the mingled moans and groans of girls and the man highlighted the finale.
When it was over Ted and Jill left the room, left the Carlson cabin. Not one word or backward glance. Don needed no diagram to tell him what they were going to do. And oddly, he didn't much give a damn.
"Ohhh, honey!" Alice exclaimed, reaching over and unzipping his trousers. "I need that thing of yours real bad!"
As she worked his stiffened shaft out into the open, he got her blouse apart and admired the view of her titties in their thin pink covering. Fancy little ribbons ran through the cups of her bra. He unhooked it in the middle, letting her bare boobs free. She trembled as he cuddled them. Her nipples were spiked, standing out on their puffy little aureoles.
"Ohhh-I'm hot!" Alice moaned.
"The party record worked on Ted and Jill, too."
"I'm glad they're gone. Ohhh, let's go in the bedroom." Her fingers tickled along his prick. He had to admit the recorded words had charged his batteries, too.
Why did girls prefer their adulteries in their own boudoirs? Did it help give them an extra kick when the husband mounted them? Or did it make them feel better to know where the towels were?
He began to believe that a lot of women, freed from the fear of pregnancy, were more promiscuous than men. If a girl wasn't on the Pill nowadays, she wasn't with it.
He didn't have to undress Alice. She had a lamp on, her panties and skirt off before he was out of his trousers, Zip, flip, and she was naked, spread out on the bed, eager for her first come. He crawled above her, his cock throbbing. Her soft white thighs drew back, her crotch lifted. She watched as his cock lowered toward the target.
"Ohhh, put it in me, honey!" she panted. "We'll play around on the next one."
He pushed the head of his cock between the moist lips of her puss, and she shuddered, sliding up around him. He braced himself, letting her carry the action. She went deep and then began a tantalizing rotary motion. He sucked a pink, tumid nipple into his lips.
She huffed and puffed, her cunt contracted around his prick, and suddenly he felt the spasming of her come. Delightful tightening heralded her excitement. She bucked in a frenzy, clawing his chest, until the pound of her climax faded and she quieted, gasping, arching her breasts against his mouth.
He didn't spend; he still had his control.
"Ohhh-that was a good one, honey!" she breathed, shivering. "Who has more fun than blondes?"
Ann did, he thought. Ann certainly did-but she was blonde, too.
Remembering her seemed to enrich his feelings. He began punching it into Alice with joyous gusto. He was going to have a good one, too.
But first he would give Alice the kind of working over all the girls seemed to love-a lot of deep strokes, with long waits between shaftings. He would make her beg for it.
XII
DON CLIMBED THE TRAIL TO THE RIDGE WHERE he had met Ann, his sense sharp, his anticipation keen. This was the day. He hadn't had any since he had pumped his juice into Alice, the evening before last. Jill still was acting cool and hurt. He reached the lookout point and checked his watch. He was right on time-but Ann wasn't. Odd. She had been so positive about it.
Glancing down at the lake and the beach, enjoying the view, he saw down to wait. Girls were notoriously late for dates. She would be along any moment. His loins seemed filled with the passion he had been saving for her.
Half an hour later he began to frown. Something had happened.
Damn. He had really looked forward to this little tryst. Ann, in his mind, had turned very special.
She had said her father's ranch was over the next big ridge. Well, he would damn soon find out. He left the viewpoint and dropped back along the trail, toward the cabins and the lake.
He saw Alice and Jill down on the beach, in the shade of an umbrella. He didn't join them; he walked on up to the village. The owner of the general store, he had heard, was an old timer around here.
When the proprietor was free Don asked him about the Helmer ranch.
The man shook his head. "Never heard of it, mister."
"Are you sure?"
"Somebody must be pulling your leg." He chuckled. "I lived here all my life."
Don thanked him and left the store. He was just a bit angry with himself. A big blonde goddess out of nowhere, and she had returned to it. Some vacationing dame with a different kind of gimmick.
He walked back to the cabin and put on his swim trunks. Ted and Earl were still at the diggings. Kathy's place had appeared closed up, as though she were gone.
Well, he had got himself a fine lay out of it. He had learned something, and he had laid his ghost, too. He didn't think the dream would haunt him any more.
What the hell did he have to yell about? He had the best-looking girl at the resort. She was still puzzled by his behavior, still on the cool side, but she hadn't left him. She was still around.
Come to think of it, she had cooked him a fine breakfast. He had been thinking so strongly of Ann he hadn't appreciated the fact. Jill had been wearing that fetching little blue outfit, too. He recalled that she had said that she and Alice were planning to wear bikinis most of the day, so they could work on their tan.
He smiled to himself as he walked along the path toward the beach. He had a plan, and he was going to put it into operation.
"Well, hello!" Alice trilled, seeing Don approach.
Jill smiled at him. There was real warmth in it. He wondered if they had been talking about him again. He remembered their previous conversation, the one he had overheard.
They were wearing their bikinis, all right. Jill sat cross-legged, and he could see the outline of her pussy against the hug of the bright red loin-patch. Both girls were all gusssied up, hair just right, lip stick painted and eye-shadowed.
"How was your hike, honey?" Jill asked. She patted the towel beside her. Well, well.
"I decided there was more excitement here."
"I think he's beginning to appreciate us," Alice laughed. As she moved her arms, using a hand mirror, her breasts swayed inside the skimpy halter. "In fact, we were just talking about you."
"In what way?"
Alice giggled. "Wouldn't you like to know! I'll spare you the intimate details, but, we decided you're the best-looking and sexiest male in the country, and-"
She looked at Jill. "You want to tell him, honey?"
Don felt a sharp nudge of excitement.
"No, you do it," Jill said. He was sitting beside her, now, and her shoulder brushed warmly against his.
"Okay," Alice laughed. "Don, how would you like to take us fillies out in the woods for a little picnic-just the three of us?"
The tug of desire in his loins was very definite, and the idea very compelling.
"Swell!" he said. Had Alice volunteered to help Jill with her problem, getting her husband to turn into an aggressive male? The blonde was quite a little schemer. "Would Ted mind?"
"Oh, he's too busy looking for gold. He won't ever have to know ... "
"Well, what're we waiting around for?" Don asked, winking at Alice. Jill laughed. The girls exchanged sly glances. By damn, this might be quite a day, after all. Probably better that the thing with the blonde Amazon didn't go any further. He might develop another complex.
An hour later they were back in the timber south of the lake, in a secluded little clearing, all ready for an afternoon of fun and games. Don had brought blankets and a portable radio, and the girls had prepared a picnic lunch. An iced hamper contained beer and mixer, and a fifth of vodka.
The gals still wore their bikinis, and Don his swim trunks. They had brought beach robes.
"What if Ted comes back early and you're not at the cabin?" Jill asked Alice.
"Stop worrying about him. He's got his eye on that little waitress at the local tavern."
Jill laughed. "I've noticed her."
"So has every other stud in town, but Ted's on the inside track. About ti ne he gave her a little."
"You gals want beer or vodka?" Don asked. The girls were sprawled at ease on the largest of the blankets. A warm breeze drifted through the quiet forest.
"Oh, let's wait a while," Alice said. "Come on over here and get familiar with us."
He smiled and sat down between them. Jill seemed quite pleased with the whole arrangement; a threesome might be a hell of a kick. It had been laid in his lap, so why miss it? This might be the cement that would bring him and his wife into the proper kind of relationship.
Alice, sitting on his left, pressed a soft thigh against his leg and half-turned, drawing her shoulders back so her scantily covered breasts were a thrusty temptation.
"Come on, honey, and play with my titties-let's get this show on the road!"
During the preparation for the picnic and later, while they had walked out here, he had had time to get a good eyeful of young, girlish curves; Jill was acting just as flirty as the blonde. There had been a lot of chatter and horsing around. His cock was half-hard already.
Surprising, or perhaps not so surprisingly, Jill murmured in his ear. "Go ahead, honey. We're not kidding..."
Don reached out and cupped a tempting mound, tweaking the nipple so sharply delineated under the mini-halter.
"Yummy!" she breathed. Her right hand dropped to his swim trunks. His half-hard on was now a full one. She tilted her head, sticking her tongue out between her carmine lips. Her fingers traveled excitingly along the cloth that bulged with his arousal.
The idea that Jill was watching seemed to stimulate him even more.
"That record was exciting, wasn't it?" Alice murmured.
He remembered her first swift orgasm. He nodded, lifting the thin stretch of halter away from her boobies. The rosy peaks were stiff. He tickled them and her fingers tightened on his shaft. He was suddenly aware of movement on his right; a pair of soft, pointy breasts touched his back. Jill had removed her halter and was pressing her nude titties against him.
"That's the way, Jill!" Alice encouraged. "You work on him, too."
He had watched three girls cavort; Alice and Jill could have asked Kathy out here in the bushes, but instead they had invited him. He was very flattered.
Before the day was over he was going to screw his wife the way she had been wanting it-she wouldn't have to take it away from him any longer. If she liked it maybe they could patch up their differences.
"Give Alice her fun, first, honey," Jill whispered in his ear.
He didn't question it; the girls called the shots. His wife's titties moved tantalizingly across his shoulder-blades. She kissed the back of his neck.
With a lush mound of the blonde's boob in his hand, he came down on Alice's mouth. Her lips writhed knowingly. Her tongue shot out, but he pushed it back with his own and plunged his probe deeply. A sharp tremor ran along her body. Nothing slow about this cute little number.
Slowly he eased her backward. She went willingly. He kept his tongue sweeping in and out while he slid his hand along her tummy, down between her soft, silky thighs. Her fingers lost contact with his swim suit, which was probably just as well; he had to conserve his energies.
She was going for it like a hungry fish after a fat hunk of bait. Her thighs spread and her bottom curled toward the caress of his fingers. The little patch of cloth over her pussy was no problem. He pushed it down and palmed her soft, hot crotch. Jill was no longer touching him-evidently she was planning to sit back and watch...
I'll give her a real demonstration, he thought, finding Alice's moist slit, running his play finger along it.
He lifted his mouth from hers, at last.
"Ohhh, honey-you're good!" she gasped.
Hell, he had been there before, but she did seem unusually excited. He brought his lips down, first between her up-thrust titties, sniffing her perfume, her girl-fragrance, and then inched his way toward a tumid nipple.
She trembled. "Ohhh, make 'em hard, honey!"
"This little thing, too?" he whispered, touching her clitoris.
"Ohhh-yummy!" she panted.
He rolled her button of pleasure, her hips lifted even higher. A rewarding tremor, as he sucked a sharp nipple, inspired him. What could be more pleasurable than giving a young broad her sexy kicks?
"Ohhh-I'm getting there, honey!" Alice gasped, shuddering.
He played with her a while longer and then stood up, peeling his swim trunks away. Jill sat cross-legged, her halter off, her dark eyes ablaze with passion. She stared at his prick-so did Alice. The blonde unfastened the lower section of her bikini, exposing her cute little puss. She rotated her hips.
"Come on, stud!" Alice cried. "Put that big thing in where it's hot!"
"Not yet," he said, dropping down between her outspread thighs. But not in the usual position. He was going to show Jill a few of the tricks he had learned. He slid his hands under Alice's restless bottom and brought his mouth lower, between her thighs. "Ohhh, baby!" Alice panted.
He fastened his mouth on her cunt. He shot his tongue around where it would do the most good. Her hips curved into the proper position...
He heard Jill's uneven breathing. Alice was writhing and whimpering. Each sensuous invasion brought delightful responses. She cupped her own titties in her hands.
While he brought the blonde nearer and nearer to her peak of delight, he wanted to say to Jill: see, I know how to make a girl squirm.
"Ohhh-ohhhohhh-I'm coming!" Alice cried, shaking all over.
Suddenly he swept above her, bringing his rigid shaft against her moistened, expanded pussy. He pushed the big head between the heated lips just as he felt the quake and shudder of her climax. He rammed his piston deep, giving her a few quick thrusts, and then she went wild.
The throbby tightening of her cunt around his pecker had never been more violent, her wail of completion was fierce and sharp. Her belly fluttered, jerked and quivered, her legs threshed. She was having a real dandy.
He wasn't nearly ready; he was very proud of his ability to hold. It seemed to give him added kicks-being able to make a girl yell without lusting himself too quickly.
The sweet churn and pulse of her come gradually subsided. Her hips quieted, her legs dropped. He pulled out of her and looked over at Jill.
She was stretched out, her legs apart, her loins naked. The dark patch of her pussy was a lure, a magnet. Jesus, she was beautiful, but she was also a girl in need. This was the moment of truth. Could he take her the way he had recently taken other girls?
A hoarse cry burst from his lips. He crawled over above her, and she spread out further, bringing her sweet, long legs up high. Her luscious, pointy titties, with the red-brown swollen tips, lured his mouth. By God, he was going to make it ...
Her hand came toward his swollen shaft; her fingers caressed it. She arched her breasts upward, breathing fast. He closed his lips around a tumid peak of delight, and her moan of pleasure was wild music in his ears.
He brought his prick against her cute little pussy, and she played the head around, down along her wet crevice, then up to her clitoris.
"Ohhh-darling!" she panted.
They had done this before, as a preliminary, but with a big difference. She had always been on top, the one to initiate the moves.
Now he was king of the mountain. He was all man and ready to show the best-looking girl at the resort what kind of a stud he really was.
Slowly, carefully, he began the invasion. Her hand came away. She had always been nice and snug, and today was no exception. Lively little shivers in her pussy greeted his measured thrust. He sucked her nipples, one by one, keeping his prick deep, pinning her down.
"Ohhh-ohhhDon!" she cried, passionately. "Ohhh, darling. Screw me-good!"
He came out and favored her with another virile poke. A riot of juicy shivers around his rod made him shake. Not yet, man-not yet. Screw her till she's limp.
I'm no longer afraid of her beauty. I'm big and strong and powerful.
He braced himself so she could respond, and now as he came down again, her sweetly rounded bottom lifted, meeting his jab. No need to suck her nipples any further; they were larger than he had ever seen them. Her titties were beautifully gorged with her need.
This wasn't just a casual screw-this was something he had to do, something he had to prove.
Each gentle slap of their bellies, each deep, thorough thrust, increased their closeness. Her fingers caressed his shoulders, his face, his chest. The expression of rapture on her pretty features brought a moan of pleasure from his throat.
She loved it, loved it.
He paused, and she , waited, too-shivering, her soft thighs pressing his rib-cage, her uneven breathing as little tremors caressed his prick, telling their own story.
He began again, and this time he pushed her down.
She caught the message, and a little moan of utter delight escaped her parted lips. From now on in he was doing the screwing.
She went lax, but not to the extent that she couldn't cooperate. When he plunged deep, she curled her pelvis so he could reach the bottom.
He felt the sweet bunching of her passion, the anticipatory shivers of the gathering storm. Alice didn't exist, right now. No one else did. This was for himself and his wife. They had waited too long for it-much too long.
"Now," he breathed. "Now, honey-come to me!"
"Ohh-yes, He started the long, swift strokes, livery time he hit bottom she uttered a fierce little moan of pleasure. He began to pound. Exquisite tracers of joy ran along his legs, through his pelvis. It was coming slow, with such a wild ache he could hardly bear it.
He was banging her, screwing her the way a red-blooded girl loved to be screwed. His prick swelled, the head seeming to burn with sparkly fever. He pounded harder, faster. Her moan started just as the sensation of prick-hugging shivers caressed his driving shaft.
"Ohhh-OHHH!" she shouted, fiercely.
A wild churning greeted his next furious thrusts. He felt a tumult, a hard churning in her loins, and as the spurts of his juice shot into her seething cunt, the whole world of earth and forest and afternoon exploded in one white flash of passion.
"Oh, it's good to be home again, in our apartment," Jill said, looking up at him adoringly.
He pushed the door shut and gathered her close in his embrace.
"For a while there I didn't think you wanted to get home," he said, nuzzling her throat
"Oh, let's don't talk about that! What would you like for lunch; darling?"
She wore the blue sun suit he liked so well. He ran his hands down her waist and out over the fine, firm swell of her bottom.
"I'm thinking more about breakfast," he murmured, fondling her thighs. She opened them so he could explore the curve of her pussy.
"What do you mean, breakfast?" she whispered, weaving her bottom. He was delighted with her responses, her appearance. Ever since he had overcome his shyness around her she had turned more appealing than ever. She was aglow with happiness, as a young wife should be.
"I'm thinking about a roll in bed with honey," he murmured, kissing her cheek, working toward her mouth.
She giggled cozily, intimately. She reached down and pressed his stiffening prick, already pushing his trousers out.
"Well, the roll's all warm and the honey's hot," she answered.
He laughed. By damn, it was good to be home again.