Many times sex seems monotonous to a couple of people who have lived together, but haven't grown "closer" together. Actually, they can grow "far apart" living under the same roof, unless there is a basic harmony existing in the marital relationship. To be "close together" and yet "far apart" is not a pleasant state of affairs. Yet, this is very often the case and when such situations create much unhappiness, many couples often resort to a variety of things to take care of the problem.
Among the most popular outlet for such problems is the "swapping syndrome." Here couples feel they can resolve their sexual boredom with each other through trying out "new" partners. Often as not it doesn't solve the sexual problem at all, but generates many more problems, some ending in Saturday night murders which are popular Sunday morning reading for those who feast on the morbid side.
Our story revolves around a woman who had an insatiable sexual appetite. She felt she wouldn't mind at all if she could observe her husband with his female lovers. And she thought it might even fire back to her, if he saw her being made over by another man. She was completely confident her sexual charms were sufficient to turn-on most any man. And upon this premise, she risked everything.
Unfortunately, she didn't stop to think about the women who would gladly use the "swap meet" as an excuse to obtain a new husband, and a better social status in the bargain.
Unfortunately, she not only lost her husband, but nearly lost her sanity in the process of "swap meet" playtime. Instead of proving to be an experience that could bring new joy, new liberty, and freedom-she quickly discovered that when bodies are put on a competing basis in the bedroom-all other moral considerations are lost sight of. The woman who will go to the most extreme means to please her man, will often wind up the winner. And the female with a shred or two of moral backbone, the loser. Too late, she found out games people play in the bedroom, lead to disaster, not bliss.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Honey," Sandy smiled at her husband Ray, "couldn't we have sex tonight?"
Ray gave her a disgusted look.
"I've already fucked you twice this week," he stammered as he slid out of his clothes and got in bed.
"Now look," she said, "any red blooded male looking at a body as gorgeous as mine ought to be able to turn on."
"I read you," he said. "Now take it easy."
As Ray tried to get some sleep, his wife wouldn't let him. Her hand reached down to feel of his limp cock.
"Will you let me go to sleep?" Ray said.
"Maybe if I would blow it baby," she said, "I could pump some life back into it."
"Would you just leave it alone," he told her.
Ray was really getting disgusted. He could never let his wife know that he was playing around with the girl at the office. If she knew about this she would have twenty fits.
"Come on," she begged him.
He was tired of protesting. If she wanted to go down on him he figured he might as well let her.
She got down between his legs and suddenly gripped his penis and slid her mouth over it, and began giving him a hot mouth treatment.
As the hot mouth worked on his penis, he became harder and harder. "Oh that feels good," Ray admitted.
His passionate wife persisted in her driving need for sexual fulfillment.
As she worked her mouth up and down on his cock she felt it coming to life. Glancing below, she could see his balls becoming larger.
"Oh yes," Ray said huskily, as he locked his legs around his wife.
She was giving him a good workout now and he enjoyed it. Every minute of it.
The excitement that he felt surging through his body as his wife did him, increased with every cock stab.
"Eat it," he told her. "Eat my cock."
This was the way she liked to hear him talk. She always had fun like a child when her husband would allow her the freedom to play around with his male member.
Now she was going to town. Grasping his mainstem tightly, she licked the shaft vigorously. He loved the way his wife went for it. But he did miss the variety. If he could talk her into some swapping, he would enjoy it more. Maybe he could.
"That's the way I like it," he told her as he locked his legs tighter around her. "Keep it up honey. That's it. Do it."
She continued giving him the excitement he wanted so desperately.
"Oh yes," he panted, "eat my cock. That's how you do it. Go on. Faster honey, faster."
She continued doing it to him until he could hardly stand it. Now he knew he would have to shoot his cock into her mouth.
"Get set for a big load of cream," he smiled, as he grabbed her head and pulled his wife over the top of his penis.
The sudden explosion of the sticky white sperm brought her the mouthful she wanted so badly. She didn't swallow it immediately, as she wanted to swirl it around in her mouth and taste it. Its taste excited her enormously.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Yes, baby, beautiful."
The sexual pleasure subsided as she finished gobbling him.
When she pulled off, he asked her with a smile, "How'd you like it honey?"
"It always tastes so good," she said. "I guess that's why I can't keep my mouth off it."
"How would you like to try another cock?" he asked teasingly.
"What are you talking about dear?" she demanded.
"Just this," he explained, "we both could stand some good action. I think it would be great, honey, if you had some more sex."
"Who with?" she asked him.
"Well," he explained, "there is a guy who works in my office named Carl. Carl digs wild sex, and I think you would dig him."
"Oh I remember him," she smiled. "He's about six foot two and he's so good looking. Didn't he have some young wife?"
"Yes, he does," he told her. "Shirley. Shirley is a gorgeous honey haired woman with big blue eyes. I'd like to fuck Shirley."
"I thought you would," she said. "You never were thinking of just me, were you dear?"
"No baby," he admitted, "I wasn't. After all, I've got to get my rocks off too."
"Naturally," she said.
He was laughing now and his wife was straddling him. He knew what she wanted, but he was getting sick and tired of eating her pussy all the time.
As she pushed her muff in his mouth, he let his tongue sweep out and he began licking.
"Alright, love," he said, "if this is what you want, this is what you want."
As the muff pushed against his mouth, he started licking. She loved the sensation, of his tongue sweeping against her.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, yes."
He did have a way about him, letting his tongue stab in there and licking. She loved it.
"Beautiful, baby," she panted, "oh yes. That's the way to do it. Keep it going."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Eat my pussy," she begged, "that's what I like. Yes baby, keep it up."
His hot hands were all over her body. She loved it when he moved his massaging hands from her buttocks to her bosoms. He knew how to pinch her nipples and get her turned on.
"That's the way I like it," she panted. "Yes, baby, yes."
The pleasure mounted every moment. It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it. Suddenly, she started juicing. As she did so, his teeth nibbled at her clitoris.
"Oh honey," she panted in sexual ecstasy, "that's wild. Yes, oh baby, eat my pussy!"
The sensations this generated within her were fantastic. All at once she juiced some more. That hot white spray pleased him no end.
He didn't quit licking until he had finished his wife there.
"Oh honey," she panted excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels to me. I love it so much when you lick me like that."
There was no doubt in his mind that his wife needed this kind of action, and he was always prepared to turn her on.
"Baby," he told her, "let's have a nice little weekend party. We can take turns. I can have Shirley and you can have Carl. How about that?"
"I don't know," she said. "I don't know whether we're doing the right thing at all by getting involved with another couple."
"Yes we are," he said. "It will relieve the boredom."
She was furious to think that he was suggesting that she was boring.
"Am I so boresome to you, dear husband?" Sandy asked acidly, glaring at him.
"I didn't mean that," he said.
"After I've just pushed my passionate pussy in your face," she said, "you have a nerve to make a remark like that."
"I'm sorry," he said, "forgive me. I worship at the shrine of your pussy. O.K.?"
"Now don't go that routine any more either," she exclaimed. "I don't appreciate it one bit."
He was becoming more and more disgusted with her attitude.
"Baby doll," he told her, "you really get me uptight."
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"Just this," he told her. "I get sick and tired of you. You really get me angry."
"Do I?" she smiled at him.
"Yes," he said angrily. "You do."
It was not difficult for her to understand why. She could be testy and impossible, and she was forever demanding sex and more sex.
"You know honey," he told Sandy bluntly, "maybe you are oversexed. Do you think you should go to a doctor?"
"Oversexed?" she stammered, as her face turned red with rage. "I should say not. It's just that you haven't given me enough."
"I don't know whether I could give you enough or any man could give you enough, baby," he admitted.
"That's nice talk," she snapped. "Next thing you will be saying is that I belong in a house. One of those houses where men go."
"I know what you mean," he chuckled. "You don't have to draw a picture for me."
"No," Sandy exploded, "I'm sure I don't. I'm sure that you've frequented places like that every opportunity. I hear they have them in Vegas, or some place near there."
"They are not in Vegas," he told her. "At least not as an above ground activity. But there are other places in Nevada where it is perfectly legal. And I think it's great."
"You would," she complained. "Where can women go? If there is such a thing as sexual freedom, they should have brothels where women can pick up men."
"I don't think you're going to find those quite as sassy as the other kind," he smiled.
"And why not?" she said tartly, looking at him with rage written all over her face.
"Because baby," he explained, "the man's part of the sex act is a little different than a woman's part. The woman just has to lean back and enjoy it. But the man has to shoot his rocks and he can only do that so many times a night."
"So?" she said. "It might cost more, but it would be worth it. That's an occupational difference, yes."
"Well I don't know whether there are such places, baby," he told her, "but I hope you find one sometime. Good luck."
Saying no more, he rolled over and started going to sleep. Then he felt his wife's hand annoyingly on his shoulder.
"Aren't you ever going to let me go to sleep?" he asked disgustedly.
"Why yes of course dear," she said. "But I hate to go to sleep with all of this hostility. I'm sorry I snapped at you. Maybe it would be fun to get together with Carl and Shirley for a swap session."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow," he said groggily, trying his best to get to sleep.
"Alright love," she said softly.
They both had a troubled night as the argument didn't help them to sleep easily. Nevertheless, the very next day he was happy that she did get up to fix him some breakfast.
However when she quickly told him that she wanted him to mention it to Carl about the weekend that they could have a swap meet, he understood why she was being so polite and thoughtful about fixing breakfast.
"Well thank you," he told her, "for being so thoughtful about fixing breakfast. I really appreciate your kind consideration. You can be sure of that."
When he got to work he found it a bit difficult to know how to approach his friend Carl. They worked together at a real estate office and Carl was quite busy taking people out to see houses.
"When you're free, Carl," he told him, "maybe we could talk a bit."
"I won't be free till lunch," Carl told him.
That gave him more problems to solve.
"Well how would it be," Ray asked, "if I took you out to lunch?"
"Well I never knew you cared," he chuckled.
At lunchtime, Ray began talking to him about sex. This really got Carl uptight.
"Well I appreciate all of the concern over my sexual life," he said, "but I usually don't discuss it at lunchtime with my co-worker. At least, not the same sex."
"Well I'll tell you why I was talking about it," Ray explained. "My wife Sandy digs you. She feels the need of some extra action, and I just don't feel up to sex as many times as she wants it."
"What are you suggesting, a swap meet?" Carl asked him.
"How did you know?" Ray demanded.
"Well that wasn't hard to figure out," he said, "you were leading up to it. You were so worried about my sex life, and you wanted to know this detail, and that detail, so I figured that you wanted to get together with your wife. One time at an office party she did get a little loaded and I thought she had a crush on me. I wasn't sure, but from the way she was pressing against my penis with her hand, I figured that was what she had in mind."
"Oh no," Ray exclaimed, "has Sandy ever been that bold?"
"Well it was a Christmas party," he said explaining, "and she was probably loaded."
"You know I've got to watch that woman," Ray said nervously. "I think she's oversexed. I really do."
"Well you can send her over to my bed any time you want," he said. "She would be a beautiful bed warmer."
"Now it would only be fair if there was an exchange," Ray insisted. "How about your wife Shirley?"
"Well I'd have to ask her, of course," he said. "But I think she might like the idea. We've gone to a couple of swap meets. It's a lot of fun except one guy got stoned and thought I was making out with his wife and he hadn't given me permission. He went for his gun and was about to blow my brains out until his wife reminded him that he had invited me over."
"I suppose it can be kind of dangerous sometimes," Ray admitted.
"You bet your ass it can," he said.
The plans were set for Saturday night, and when Ray went back to his wife and told her, she was delighted.
"Oh marvelous," she exclaimed. "I will fix a big meal and we'll have a ball."
"I'm sure we will," he said.
The events of the week really got to him. He could hardly wait for Saturday night.
Saturday night at eight o'clock Carl and Shirley showed up at the front door of Ray and Sandy Jackson's suburban home.
"Good evening," Ray smiled, as he opened the door and saw Carl and Shirley standing there.
He looked at Shirley a moment and his mouth watered. Her beautiful firm round bosoms and her flashing smile captured him instantly.
"Come in, Shirley," he smiled. "You will enjoy our hospitality tonight. We've prepared a real feast for the both of you."
"Well how nice," Carl said. "It's always fun to go to a party, even a sex party."
When they went into the living room, they caught sight of Sandy rushing around, putting the finishing touches on a delectable buffet dinner.
"Oh you shouldn't have gone to all that work for us," Shirley complained.
"Oh it was nothing," she told her. "Really nothing. I'm so happy that I could."
"Bless you," Shirley smiled. "I was delighted to hear of the invitation to the party. I've always found your husband to be very attractive."
"Well I would get jealous," Sandy laughed, "if it weren't for the fact I'm so crazy over Carl."
It didn't take her long to ease over to Carl.
"Well I noticed you cared a little bit for him at the Christmas party last year," Shirley nodded with a knowing glance.
"Oh you were watching us," she said. "He was a bad boy, wasn't he?"
"Or was it you were a bad girl?" Shirley asked, allowing a small smile.
Immediately Sandy picked up on her jealousy and made the most of it.
"Well let's just say, Shirley honey, that we both got carried away and didn't know how to control ourselves."
"What a nice way to put that," she said.
As the evening progressed, the couples did a lot of talking.
"Where are you going this year for Christmas?" Shirley smiled.
"Well we were considering Jamaica," Ray told her.
"Oh I love Jamaica," she said. "I really adore Montego Bay. It's so beautiful there. Once when we were there we were in a small villa overlooking the sea. And at night time when all the stars come out and the water is so beautiful with the moon illuminating it, it seemed the closest thing to heaven than anything I've ever been near."
"Well I love it too," Ray said. "Marvelous swimming."
As they continued talking, it became evident that they were all hot for sex.
"Now I guess we'll just pair off,'" Shirley smiled. "I imagine you want my husband."
"Well if you don't mind," Sandy laughed.
"Not at all," Shirley said. "As a matter-of-fact, it would be good to have your husband one night to relieve the monotony. I always say it's ridiculous for a couple not to share. Once they discover that they can enjoy many people, they don't have to be confined to one person. That's silly."
At this point Sandy was ready to go to bed with Carl. And Shirley was ready to go to bed with Ray. As Sandy tugged at Carl, he joined her quickly.
"I guess we'll take a guest bedroom," Sandy giggled.
Once they were in the bedroom, she looked at her lover.
"Now what should we do?" she smiled. "Something different, maybe."
"I've got an idea," he smiled. "What?" she asked.
"How would you like to have me eat your pussy?" he said. "That would be a good beginning."
"Oh it would," she said, "and maybe you could eat something out of it."
"Like honey?" he laughed.
"Well no," she said, "I think eating honey out of a pussy is old hat. I would like to try something quite different."
Sandy went to the kitchen. She looked all over the kitchen cupboards trying to locate something that she thought would be really different.
At last she found something she thought he would enjoy. It was chocolate, and she figured she could spoon it in.
She took the chocolate syrup that had normally been used for the ice cream, and hurried back to the bedroom with it. Carl way lying there on the bed, eager for action.
"Where have you been honey?" he demanded.
"Well I was trying to find something different to put in my pussy," she laughed.
"Did you find it?" he asked. "Yes baby, I did," she said. "Some nice chocolate syrup."
He got a big charge out of it as she handed him the container of chocolate and a spoon.
"Now what do you expect me to do?" he laughed.
"Spoon feed my pussy," she said as she sat there naked on the bed.
Reaching down, she gently pried her pussy lips apart.
"Now feed me some of that chocolate," she told him.
Carl was laughing so hard that he found it next to impossible to spoon it into her pussy. Instead of getting it into the pussy, he was getting it all over her inner thighs.
"I'm sorry," he laughed, "I guess I'm not doing a very good job of this."
"Well don't worry about it, darling," she told him, "because you really won't have many problems. You can lick all that chocolate off my thighs and then stick your tongue into my pussy. How does that grab you?"
"Oh I'd like that," he told her.
Now she was ready. And he was too.
"Baby," he told her, "let's get ready."
She threw her legs over his shoulders and he got his face involved with her mound. He licked around her inner thighs, and then he began stabbing his tongue into her vagina. She loved the sensations that it created to have a tongue, sticky and eager, licking quickly.
"Oh that's wonderful," she panted. "Yes, I love that."
As he licked away, she reached down to grip his head and guide him over her mound.
"That's it," she panted, "yes baby, keep that up. Oh yes, I love it."
The pleasure was building every second now, and she could hardly stand it.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's the way to do it. Yes, yes, keep it going."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it.
"Eat my pussy," she cried enthusiastically, "eat it, lick it. Oh, yes, it's chocolate pussy. Chocolate pussy is best."
To his amazement he found that it did taste fantastic coming from her pussy. Grabbing her buttocks, he pressed his face tighter to her mound and licked her vigorously.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "That's fantastic. Yes, baby, that's the way I like it. Keep it up."
It seemed as if the sensations would never stop.
"That's the way I like it," she panted. "Keep it up. Keep your tongue going. Oh honey, now you're licking. Oh yes baby, yes. Keep it going."
He didn't stop for a moment and he continued plunging in there. The sensations had her so stimulated at this point she was trembling.
"Oh honey baby," she panted, as his hands gripped her breasts tightly and he let his tongue continue pouring in there as he nibbled her clit.
Withdrawing his tongue, he had a proud look on his face.
"How'd you like that, baby?" he smiled at her.
"Beautiful, darling," she said. "Now just straddle me and I'll show you a few things maybe no one ever did to you."
"As you want it," he said. "I'm here to please you."
He really was there to please himself, but he wanted to give her the illusion that she was getting what she wanted. He knew that his buddy Ray had plenty of problems satisfying her. Therefore he decided he would do everything in his power to satisfy her carnal lusts, so she would leave her tired husband alone, now and then.
His naked body straddled her and then he moved up, letting his buttocks fall on her bosoms.
"Now baby," he smiled at her, as he gripped his penis and guided it toward her lips, "I'm going to give you eight and a half inches."
"Oh let me lick your asscheeks first," she suggested.
"Oh you like to lick ass," he said, "go ahead, honey."
Moving forward, he let her lick with her tongue all over his behind. She gripped it tightly and kept her eyes open while she was doing it. The sight of his gigantic cock in his hand as he slowly rhythmically pulled it added to her pleasure.
Finally, letting her tongue slip along his testicles, he loved it when she slid up the length of his cock and covered it with her mouth.
"Oh it's beautiful, Sandy," Carl said. "Oh yes, baby, lick it, lick the joy stick."
It wasn't going to take much longer now, and he knew it. So he slowed his thrusts down so the pleasure could last longer. He loved being at the height of sexual ecstasy, and as her tongue licked the head of his shaft, he knew that it wouldn't be much longer and she would have him there.
"Oh Sandy baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I like. Oh yes, honey. Love me."
Reaching under him, she played with his balls as she took him in, inch by inch. Finally he had it sliding down her throat giving him just the kind of stimulation he required.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Yes baby, that's the way I want it."
He enjoyed it slamming it down her throat, as it gave him a feeling of male domination. He liked the idea that she would almost choke on his cock.
"Are you having difficulty breathing?" he smiled smugly, as he went on thrusting.
Sandy nodded as she could hardly reply. Not with a mouthful of cock, anyway.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Oh honey, are you ever giving my cock a good workout. Oh baby, that's beautiful. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way I like it."
His sweaty, big balls bounced on her chin as his rock hard cock stabbed away in her mouth, and down her throat.
"Eat it," he panted, "eat it, baby. You're going to get a nice big load of sperm, baby, and I want you to swallow my sperm."
Carl was really enjoying himself. He could never get his wife Shirley to give him this much action.
"Keep it up baby," he begged, "that's what I want. Ah yes honey, keep it going."
He was giving it to her now in a wild wonderful way.
"Oh yes," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Keep it going."
Her head was bobbing up and down over it now, and he was getting closer and closer to climax.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes, I'm almost there."
The rock hard cock slid down her throat. She opened her eyes as she pulled back and forth on the huge hunk of cock. She enjoyed the sight of his pubic hair and she loved the sight of his swaying balls. Her fingers began playing with his testicles.
"Oh yes," he gasped, "that's beautiful. Oh baby, keep it up."
The pressure that she found at this point was increasing.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's the way I like it. Yes baby, yes."
Suddenly, the rock hard cock exploded in her mouth.
"Eat it," he gasped eagerly. "Eat it."
His legs locked around her head and he shot a load into her mouth. As she felt the sticky white cum surging down her throat, she pulled off so she could get it in her mouth and taste it.
Pulling back, she got some of the precious substance in her mouth and swirled it around with her tongue.
Finishing him off, she finally slid off him.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "What a good fuck."
Meantime, her husband was having as much fun with Carl's wife.
"Shirley," Ray smiled, "you don't know how monotonous it gets doing it with the same person all the time."
"Are you telling me?" Shirley laughed. "Look baby, I've been around. And I get bored doing it with Carl. As a matter-of-fact, he could take lessons in how to use his tongue."
"I take it from that," Ray smiled, "that you like tongue."
"Yes I do," she said, "and I like a man who is not afraid to use it, if you know what I mean."
Shirley's hands were massaging her vagina, so it left little doubt in Ray's mind what she meant.
"O.K., baby," he told her, "I'll get down there and lick."
She was delighted and excited at this point. She could hardly wait for that moment.
"Come on, baby," he smiled at her, "that's the way to do it."
It wasn't going to be much longer, and she knew it. As she looked at him, her desire became greater.
"Say," he smiled, "would you do a few things for me that I can't get her to do?"
"Like what?" she asked.
"Well I always enjoy getting my ass licked," he said.
"Alright," she said.
He lay on his stomach, and her hands reached out and massaged down his back to his buttocks. As her hands glided over the surface of his firm round behind, she became more and more eager for action.
"Oh baby," he told her, "this is going to be a lot of fun."
Vigorously, she gripped his asscheeks and she squeezed them and played with them.
"Oh I like when you feel of me back there, honey," he told her, "that's wild."
It wasn't going to be much longer now before she gave him more excitement. Bending over, she brushed the tip of her breasts across his back.
"Press your beautiful bosoms on my ass," he advised her.
She let her breasts crush against his buttocks. He loved the sensations, that followed.
"Oh yes," he gasped, "that's what I like. Keep it up."
She didn't stop for a moment. The pleasure increased every second.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "That's how I like it. Yes, baby, yes."
The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch now as her hot tongue swept over the surface of his asscheeks. She parted his asscheeks, and felt of his prostate while she licked the buttocks. Then she would press her bosoms against his ass, to bring him to the brink of excitement for she knew it wouldn't take long once he slipped his cock into her mouth.
"You can stop now baby," he told her. "I can't stand it. I'm going to shoot off any minute."
She did quit, and then he turned over. As he did so, she caught sight of his magnificent penis.
"Oh that's a long one, Ray," she smiled. "How long is it?"
"About eight inches," he said. "And baby, just lick it with the tip of your tongue and then slip you mouth over the head."
She licked the tip of it, and then proceeded to slide her mouth down over the head of it.
"Oh that's beautiful," he told her. "Yes. Now lick that."
The pleasure was building now and he was really enjoying it. "Yes," he told her, "that's the way I like it.
Keep it up."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it.
"Oh wow!" he told her, "That's the way. Ah, yes, baby, yes. Massage the balls."
Reaching down, she manipulated his testicles while her hand grasped his penis, and her mouth worked vigorously.
"Oh I like that," he told her. "Yes, baby, that's beautiful. Oh yes."
The pleasure mounted every moment, and it was so exciting she could hardly stand it. Her body was tingling at this point.
"Oh eat it," he demanded, "eat my cock. That's it baby, eat it."
He was pumping it to her, in rhythmic movements. His hands grasping her, held her in place. He loved the feeling of domination, as she went down on him.
"Oh, I wish my wife could do it like you're doing it baby," he said. "She's no good at it."
He continued thrusting it to her, until the juice started to surface at the end of his penis.
"Oh baby," he panted, "slow down. I'm so excited I'm going to shoot in a minute. Stop it."
Momentarily she stopped. She knew that she couldn't continue at this pace much longer.
"Oh wow!" he exclaimed. "That's beautiful. Yes, it's wild."
The sensations that she enjoyed at this point were increasing every moment.
"Oh baby, you're going to get a mouthful. You're going to love it."
Suddenly he erupted in her mouth. As the steady stream of white cum shot into her mouth, she gulped.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's what I like. Eat it. Eat that cock. Eat that big cock."
The juices continued spurting into her mouth and she finished it off.
Slowly sliding her mouth off his shaft, she looked up at him.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that was beautiful."
As she lay there between his legs, he marveled at her skill.
"That was about the best blow job I've ever had, honey," he told her.
"Well thank you," Shirley told him.
As the two of them talked, they realized they had to meet in secret and avoid the double exchange.
"You're a bad boy to suggest it," she told him. "Oh I don't think my wife is as faithful with me," he said suspiciously.
"Have you any proof or is it just your imagination?" she asked.
"Well I don't have any proof yet," he said, "but I'm sure that I'm right."
"Well many times," she laughed, "things look one way and in fact they can be another. You can't really be sure until you have proof."
"Well let's not worry about her," he said. "What matters is you and me."
He held her closely and then he snuggled down to her and put his arms around her and kissed her passionately. As her great bosoms crushed against his chest, waves of electrical sexual pleasure tingled up and down his spine.
Her arms went around him, and she returned the kiss, pressing hard.
"I wish my wife could kiss me like that," he said.
"Well maybe if you were nicer to her, she would," she laughed.
"Now don't stick up for her," he chuckled. "Whose side are you on?"
"Honey," she said, "I have a happy marriage. This is just a swap session. And don't you forget it."
"I'll try not to," he said.
They kissed once more and then they relaxed.
CHAPTER TWO
When the evening was over, it was a great temptation for Sandy to tell her husband that she enjoyed sex with Carl. However, she tried to hold back as she realized her husband would be outraged if he had any idea how much she enjoyed sex with him.
"Did you have a good time, honey?" he smiled at his wife.
"Oh yes," she said. "A marvelous time."
"Well that's good," he grinned. "I'm glad you did."
"As a matter-of-fact, dear," she said, "we should have more parties like that. When you see some big stud you think has a nine inch cock or something, invite him home."
"Oh that's nice of my wife to talk that way," he said. "It does my ego a world of good."
"Well I'm more concerned about my pussy more than your ego," she laughed.
Sandy was a beautiful woman. And Ray never felt he truly possessed her. As he looked at her, standing beside him naked, he wished he could have sex with her. But the fact that she thought she was that fantastic, burned him up. If she would act more down-to-earth, he could appreciate her more. But she was her number one fan of herself. And there wasn't one physical charm that she wasn't aware of. This burned him up.
After they had gotten in bed, she looked at her husband. He was a nice lover, but she realized he didn't begin to know how to give a fuck like some of the other lovers she had had before she met him. And tonight reaffirmed her previous ideas about him. Carl was fantastic, and she couldn't forget it.
Next morning, was Sunday. She got up late, and fixed him a big breakfast.
"How do you feel honey?" he smiled at her.
"A little groggy from all that fucking and drinking," she admitted.
"Well you had a lot of fun, didn't you?" he said. "And I kept my word about letting you have a little swapping."
"Yes you did darling," she said. "Did you enjoy Carl's wife?"
"Oh yes," he assured her. "She's a marvelous fuck. I'm glad you suggested sex with Carl, because Shirley is a wild screw."
"Better than I am?" she asked bluntly.
"Now baby," he said, "don't let the green eyed monster of jealousy loose."
"Oh don't worry dear," she said. "I wouldn't pay any attention to your opinion. I was just curious to see what you thought."
"Of course," he said. "I understand you perfectly. Too well, in fact."
In the days that followed, it became difficult for Sandy to confine her thoughts of sex to her husband.
When a delivery boy came around, she got the hots for him.
"Hi," she smiled at him.
"Well hi," he said nervously.
"I'll bet you guys have an awful lot of women put the make on you," she told him. "What's your name?"
"Bill," he smiled.
"Now Billy boy," she said, "do you ever refuse a good piece of ass when you're offered it?"
"I think I'd better be going," he told her very nervously.
"Now Billy baby," she said, "you don't want to rush away from someone who might dig you?"
She arched her eyebrows as she looked at him.
"I really do have to go," he said.
"Really?" she asked him, as she walked over to him and exposed her breasts to his sight.
"Yeah," he said nervously.
She wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"You know," she said, "people are so hypocritical. They want to do things, yet they're afraid to. Now right now," she went on, "I bet you would enjoy having sex with me. Right?"
Bill gulped. He didn't answer for a moment. Then his eyes brightened.
"Sure I would," he said, "but I'm married."
"What's that got to do with it?" she laughed.
"I'm a swapper. And, we enjoy sex with married couples."
"But it's not an exchange," Bill countered quickly, "my wife isn't here so she can make it with your husband. Anyway, I don't think she'd want to do it."
"Well you see," she teased, "you're being shortchanged. You would love a little sexual variety, but she won't let you have it. No doubt there are all sorts of things that she won't do for you. But I could do everything."
"Well what do you want me to do?" he laughed. "Well if you could eat my pussy," she smiled, "then I would blow you. How does that grab you?"
"But your husband," Bill said, "what if he came home from work?"
"Oh you don't have to worry about him," she said, "he never comes home from work except at night. And furthermore, we have a little understanding."
"What kind of understanding?" he asked nervously. "People get killed for playing around with other peoples' wives, sometimes."
"Well," she assured the grocery boy, "my husband is one person you never would have to worry about. Actually, he says he is happy I can find sexual fulfillment any way I care to."
"Then I guess he steps out too?" Bill asked. "Yes," she smiled. "He does. Isn't it wonderful?"
"I guess so," he said. "It sure sounds like one of those modern marriages."
"Well it is," she said. "We are completely modern. We don't do things just like other people. And why should we? After all, we are living in a new age."
"A new age?" Bill asked.
"Yes," she said. "People allow their lust to take over. They realize that this untamed animal within them will leap out at an unexpected moment if they don't let it out of the cage now and then for a breath of fresh air."
As she said this, she raised her skirt and pulled down her panties and sat on the table.
"Oh, you are pretty," the boy said, starting to give in.
"It's good eating dear," she smiled, as she massaged her mound making it moisten.
"Well I can see you've got a lot to offer," he said as he came closer to look at it.
"You men are all alike," she smiled. "You dangle a piece of pussy before your eyes and your mouths water. Now, keep your eyes open and get down there and start to eat."
As she stretched her legs farther, she reached over on the counter top for a cigarette. She lit it, her attention still focused on her vagina.
"Get down there and start licking," she said, taking a puff on her cigarette.
The grocery boy sat in a chair at the kitchen table, but he wasn't about to eat a regular meal.
"Oh it is nice," he said, "you're sure your husband wouldn't kill me?"
"Forget him," she said. "He's probably balling the office secretary by now."
Bill laughed nervously as he brought his mouth even with her mound.
His hot tongue swept out along her slit. Soon he was stabbing inside her. As he stabbed away, she became more and more excited.
Grasping her thighs in his hands, he turned on.
"Oh honey," she said, "what a good tongue you've got. Oh yes, you've been there before. Oh wow!"
She marveled at his skill in licking the velvety vagina walls. He was thrusting in and out at a pace that she liked.
"Keep it up honey," she told him. "That's the way I like it. That's action, baby."
The sensations increased every moment.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "That's beautiful, yes baby, that's the way I like it. Keep it up."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and she knew it.
"Oh yes," she begged him. "Yes, baby." Moment by moment the thrills were becoming greater.
"Come on baby," she said, "get your tongue way in there. That's the way to do it. Come on baby."
He moved quicker, and the pleasure increased.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "what a beautiful pussy."
"Quit talking," she said, "and get your tongue back in there and start eating me."
He bowed over her mound once more, and began eating.
"Oh honey," she told him, "I can hardly stand it. Oh, keep that up. Just like that, lover."
The pleasure built to such a passionate pitch, she knew that she would be cuming soon.
"Oh, ah, yes. That's the way to do it."
All at once she juiced in a hot white spray. His tongue licked eagerly.
"Oh, oh yes, baby."
She was excited and stimulated now, and could hardly wait.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's what I want. Keep it up."
The pleasure built and built. It continued surging inside her. He nibbled at her clit.
"Oh it's wonderful," she exclaimed, as she locked her thighs over him and juiced some more.
She was supercharged with excitement now that he had brought her there again.
"I'm cuming in multiples," she exclaimed in great excitement.
When he finally withdrew his tongue from her, she looked at him.
"Oh Bill," she exclaimed, "you don't know what you've done for me."
"I've eaten your pussy," he said, "I've eaten your pussy on the kitchen table. That's what I have done."
"Oh it's much more than that," she exclaimed. "You've got inside of me, nibbled at my love button, and brought me in multiples. I've read about that."
"About what?" Bill asked, not quite sure what she was trying to say.
"I have read about cuming in multiples," she explained.
"That's wonderful," he said.
"Oh it is," she assured him. "It really is, baby."
As she looked at him, she had an idea that he would enjoy all she could think of.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "why don't you go in my bedroom and take a nice shower? I'll wash you off and then I'll do all sorts of wonderful things to you. Things that no one has ever done to you before."
Bill's eyes ignited as she became so excited at the prospect of loving him in a different way.
He followed her into the bedroom, and once more asked her seriously, "Are you sure your husband won't care?"
"Of course not," she said. "If he knew, he probably would be applauding us. He always wants me to be happy, you see."
"If you say so," the grocery boy said in disbelief.
He began taking off his trousers and he didn't peel them off quickly enough.
"I'll help you," she exclaimed, as she went over to him and began undressing him.
He liked the feel of her hands on him as she got hotter and hotter for action.
As she glanced down at Bill's bulging crotch, she saw what she was going to get.
"Oh you've got a big piece of cock there, haven't you?" she enthused.
"Yes baby, I have," he said. "You're going to love it. Every inch of it."
"Oh I know what you want me to do," she giggled.
He was standing before her stark naked, and he told her, "You ought to undress."
"That's true," she admitted, "but give me time, honey."
She slid out of her clothes quickly now, and prepared to go into the bedroom and the shower with him.
Once in the shower, she began washing him off. "This is a lot of fun," he told her. "Yes, it is," she agreed.
She gripped his gigantic penis in her hand, and began stroking it with a bar of soap.
"You're cleaning it off," he said, "so you can put it in your mouth."
"How did you guess?" she smiled. "Well, it never hurts to clean it off, does it?"
"I suppose not," he agreed.
Once she had finished washing him, in the front, she told him to turn around. He turned around and she washed his back and his asscheeks.
As she slid the bar of soap between his buttocks, he got a big charge out of that.
"Oh," he said, "that feels great."
Stepping out of the shower, she dried him off.
"Now I'm daisy fresh," he said, "and you're going to love me."
He went into the bedroom, and spread out on the bed. He spread his legs apart and told her, "Get your mouth on this."
He was holding his penis in his hand, and smiling.
"Sure baby," she said, "I guess you're pretty eager for it."
He nodded, as she grabbed it away from him and started licking at the juicy head of the joint.
"Oh, I like that," he sighed, "that is beautiful."
Her mouth moved up and down the length of the shaft. Then, she reached down and massaged Bill's balls.
"Wow," he exclaimed, "it's wild. I love that."
He was thrusting faster now, and she was becoming more and more stimulated.
"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "that is beautiful. Keep it up, baby."
She continued giving him the action he sought.
"Oh," he gasped eagerly, "eat me. Oh yes baby, go after the juice. These balls are loaded."
With more energy than her husband had displayed in years, the young man pumped it to her. She liked the fact she was getting such a vigorous pace. She felt of his asscheeks, and loved the flexing muscles.
"Oh," he told her, "I like your hands all over me. Come on, baby."
Expertly, she was doing him. He was a handsome young man, and she calculated that he hadn't had much action like this.
"Oh, eat my meat," he panted. "Yes baby, yes, that's what I want. Now you're doing me. All the way, baby. Let me slip it down your throat."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it.
"Oh, ah, yes. That's it."
Now he was ramming it so hard it was slipping to her throat. As she felt the head of the penis shaft touch the back of her throat, she gulped.
"Oh honey," he said, "this is really fucking."
His balls were bouncing on her chin now, as he plugged her mouth with his penis.
"Hang in there," he told her. "It won't be much longer now."
She could taste him starting to juice. And this only egged her on to more excitement.
"Oh," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Keep it up, baby."
Faster and harder and hotter he went at her. Grasping her head, he forced her farther down on him.
"Oh," he told her, "that is beautiful, baby. Keep it up. Eat it."
Suddenly the rock hard cock exploded in her mouth sending a Jet stream of his juice down her throat.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's beautiful. Oh honey, what a blow job. Keep doing me."
She didn't stop. She wanted to continue licking, to give him an opportunity to unload all he could.
"Oh yes," he told her, "that's wild. Finish it, baby."
She marveled at the amount of white cum that surged into her mouth. And she enjoyed every moment of it.
"Wild," he said, "you're a wild woman. Oh baby, you are fantastic. You've got a secret way of doing it with your mouth honey."
She marveled at the amount of the juice he shot to her. But what really amazed her when she slid her mouth off his penis was the fact that he was still hard. She could not get over it.
She gripped it tightly in her hand and asked him confidentially, "Don't you ever go down?"
"Sure I do," he told her, "but baby, let me tell you something. Right now I can hardly stand it. You've got me so excited, I am shaking."
She observed he was trembling.
"Maybe you'll have to give me another fuck to relieve your tension."
"Yes," he said. "I may have to."
At this point, she was determined to have it the way she wanted.
"I'll just straddle you, and give you a straddle fuck," she exclaimed.
Straddling him, she gripped his rock hard cock. Then she slid her vagina down over his shaft.
"Yes baby," she told him, "that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "That's fantastic. Yes baby, that's the way to do it."
Every second he was becoming more and more excited.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, that's the way to do it."
It wasn't going to take much longer now, with her gripping his rock hard cock in her vagina like this.
"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck baby, fuck."
Faster and faster he thrust into her. Every second became more exciting and stimulating.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it."
At this point her breasts were bouncing up and down and he enjoyed the sight of this.
"Say, your bosoms are beautiful, baby," he said. "You're an untamed woman. They're flipping up and down. I guess I'll have to hold them."
Bill reached up and gripped her bosoms.
"Oh yes," he panted. "That's wild. Yes baby, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure that he was deriving now was increasing.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that is wild."
He thrust forward hard, and he was so stimulated at this point he was grabbing her fiercely.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's the way to do it, honey. Keep it going."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it.
"Fuck," he exclaimed, "fuck baby, fuck."
The fact that she was on top made him wonder what it would be like if he was on top.
"Let's roll over baby," he said. "I want to know what it's like on top."
"If you say so, Bill," she purred softly, "anything you say."
She rolled over on her backside, and suddenly he was stabbing into her vigorously. Her hands were all over him now, and he went to town. She played with his back and then she reached down to feel of his ass.
"Oh I like it when your hands are on my ass," he told her. "Yes, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building to an exciting pitch.
"Keep doing it," he told her. "Yes, that's the way I like it. Fuck baby, fuck."
Suddenly the rock hard cock was stabbing savagely first one direction then the other. To add pleasure to his exciting action, she decided that the thing she should do would be to slide a finger up his asshole.
As the finger slid up his asshole, he thrust forward in rapid-fire burst of energy. The sheer joy of the release of energy had him smiling at her.
"Oh baby," he said. "You've sure got me excited."
She brushed her breasts over his chest, to add some pleasure to the act.
"Oh honey, this is a wild one," he exclaimed.
Faster and faster he stabbed it into her. It seemed as if the pleasure would never end.
"Oh wow!" he panted, "That's what I want. Fuck baby, fuck."
In savage outbursts, he stabbed into her mound. She loved the feel of the tremendous penis.
"Oh baby," she said, "I never had a fuck like this."
Now he was really ramming it into her. He gripped her asscheeks, as he thrust forward.
"Give it to me," she said. "Yes, Bill baby, that's what I like. Keep it up."
The harder he pumped it to her, the more excited she became. Her face flushed and her jaw hung slack. Her eyes went from side to side as she felt she couldn't stand it anymore.
"Give it to me," she exclaimed. "Every inch of it, baby."
He went on ramming it to her, and finally he scored.
"I'm shooting, baby," he exclaimed. "I'm shooting!"
The hot white sperm gushed into her. "Oh it's beautiful, baby," she said. "I'm cuming too."
She kept his penis well lubricated as she came a moment later.
"Oh baby," she panted, as she locked her legs around him. "I'm cuming in multiples."
The pleasure that she was experiencing at this moment had her flipping out.
"Oh I can't stand it," she exclaimed. "I can't stand it."
The sudden surge of delight and pleasure that enveloped her now had her trembling too.
"You are a good fuck," Bill exclaimed. "You know how to make a man happy."
"I guess I know how to use my box, don't I?" she said.
"You bet your sweet ass you do," he told her.
They lay there locked like this for a few moments. Then he pulled out of her.
"You know honey," he said, "it's dangerous to make it with a woman like you."
"What do you mean, Bill?" she smiled, as he pulled off her.
"I'll tell you," he said, as he reached down to stroke his now limp penis.
"You get a man so excited, he wants to do things he's never done before."
"Is that bad?" she asked.
"Well," he said, "it's not good for a man to be too wild. After all, he doesn't know what he is doing, after a while."
"Oh honey," she laughed, "it's good for you to enjoy yourself. That's all I ever wanted."
"Yes baby," he said, "that's all you ever want. . But you've got me so stimulated now I can hardly stand it."
"I'm sorry," she said, as she went on massaging his penis.
"Are you?" Bill asked, as he glanced down at his cock.
"Yes," she smiled. "I'm only bringing up out of your subconscious."
"My subconscious?" the grocery boy asked her. "What do you mean?"
"Well," she explained, "down deep everybody wants more sex. They hate to admit it, but they do. You want it, and I want it."
"You know," he smiled at her, "I guess that's true. There are things that I want to do with my wife, but I would never dare tell her."
"Well name a few," she said. "Maybe I can help you out."
He looked at her and said, "I saw a movie once where everybody was on the floor running around, licking each other's ass, just doing everything."
"Is that what you want to do?" she smiled. "It could be arranged."
She said it with a certain lilt in her voice, that got him real excited.
"Oh yes baby," he said enthusiastically, "that's exactly what I want."
They got together on the floor and then they began their action.
"This will be a lot of fun," he told her. "Just crawling around and grabbing your ass and giving you a good time."
She proceeded to give him exactly what he wished. She figured that if this was what he desired, this was what she should be doing.
Getting on the floor, she glanced back at him.
"How am I doing, baby?" she called out to him.
"Beautiful," he told her, "now you run away from me."
She began crawling across the floor as quickly as she could. It didn't take long for Bill to overtake her. As he did so, he gripped her asscheeks and licked them.
"Oh baby," she said, "you're so exciting. You're all man, honey."
After a moment or two of this action, he suddenly decided that he wanted to give her something different. Standing up, he told her quickly, "Throw your legs around me and let me stab my cock into your pussy."
She threw her legs around him, and his penis slid smoothly into her.
"Oh Bill," she said, as she thrust back and forth, "that feels fantastic."
His hands were grasping her asscheeks, holding her up as he stood there fucking.
Glancing over to the mirror, he could watch.
"Look at us baby," he said. "Isn't this groovy? This is just like the Last Tango in Paris. I can fuck as well as Brando."
As they went on doing it, she remembered.
"Remember the time that he fucked her with that butter?"
"Are you sure he didn't use oleomargarine on it?" she chuckled.
As he stabbed away, he told her, "That was an art film."
"Then this is an art fuck," she said. "Give it to me. Faster baby. That's what I want. Fuck it. Faster. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's the way I want it. Now you're doing it."
Faster and faster he pumped it to her. Every second she became more excited with his action.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly. "That's the way I love it. Oh, ah, yes baby, fuck it. Fuck faster, baby, fuck it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it. The pleasure was increasing in momentum every minute.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, that's the way to do it. Fuck fuck fast, baby. Fuck it. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
She loved the way he slammed into her. The pleasure was increasing with every cockstab.
"Oh, ah, yes, baby, that's the way. All the way, baby."
He rammed it into her, farther and farther. She loved it. Every inch of it excited her.
"Oh, give it to me, baby," she begged. "Oh yes, just like that."
He was massaging it against her vagina, first one direction then the other. As he would jab it to the left, she would twist her tail to the right.
"You're right on, honey," he told her. "That's corkscrew fucking."
"What's corkscrew fucking, honey?" she smiled like a little girl lost.
"That's when you twist your tail the opposite direction of the way I stab my cock."
"I see," she smiled. "Now you jab it to the left, honey."
Bill thrust his cock to the left. She twisted to the right.
"Like that, lover?" she asked.
"Yes baby," he told her. "That's the way to do it."
The pulsating penis was pumping vigorously now.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "that's wild. Yes baby, that's the way I like it. Faster. Fuck me. Oh baby, I want it. All of it. Every inch of it."
He continued giving it to her, just the way she wanted it. The wild pleasure that surged through her body now had her trembling with passionate delight.
"Faster Bill," she told him. "Faster."
She looked in the mirror and she loved the sight of his ass as he stabbed. The flexing ass muscles pleased her. And then when he would jab it to the left, she would twist it one way and then to the other.
"You really are a horny woman," he told her.
"I'm liberated," she said. "I can enjoy a good fuck as much as any man can."
"Good for you," he said. "I'm sure glad they let you out of a cage."
He kissed her passionately now, as he suddenly juiced. As he tongue flicked against her tongue, as his penis unloaded, she juiced with him.
"Ahhhh," he moaned in delight, "what a fuck!"
His hands held her ass, as he finished. Then slowly he withdrew and let her stand on the floor.
"You're a good floor fucker," she said. "Oh Billy baby, we've got to get together again."
"I've got a lot of other places to stop this morning," he said. "I'd better quit catting around and get on my route."
"Good for you baby," she said. "Now you hurry along."
He wanted to take a fast shower and did. When he stepped out of the shower, he told her as he put out his hand, "Don't come here. You come one inch closer, you'll probably want to grab my penis and get me stimulated. And I can't take any more of that."
She laughed as she looked at him.
"Take it easy honey," she said. "It doesn't work that way."
She let him go and then she went to bed and relaxed. She was relaxing and sound asleep when the doorbell rang.
Drowsily she got up to answer. As she went to the door, she gasped. Her mother was standing there.
"Why Mom," she said. "What a surprise to see you."
"Well dear," she said, "I was doing a little shopping and decided to drop around to see you."
"Well that's nice," she said nervously. "But you should phone."
"Why are you still in bed?" she demanded. "Why I've been up for hours."
"Well you're an early riser, Mom," she said, lighting a cigarette.
"And you're smoking too much," her mother complained.
"Will you get off my back?" she demanded. "And what did you bring your ass over here for?"
"Now is that the way I've taught you to talk?" she said. "I don't think this marriage is a good thing. Ever since you married him, you have been a different girl."
"I'm a big girl now," she told her mother, "and you quit bugging me. If you want to come over here and talk to me as an adult, fine. But none of this crap about me being a little girl."
"I'm sorry honey," her mother said. "Do you have something to drink?"
"Like lemonade?" she asked.
"No," her mother said. "Like some whiskey."
"I didn't know you'd gone back to drinking, Mom," she said.
"Well," she said, "it's your father who drove me back to drink."
"Dad?" she asked, as she poured some whiskey for her mother.
"Yes," she said. "I think he's playing around with another woman."
"Now look, Mom," she said as she handed her a drink, "this is ridiculous. You've been talking about Dad playing around for years. You've never had any proof."
"Well I've got proof now," she said.
"What proof?" her daughter demanded.
"This," she said. "Isn't this proof enough?"
All at once, she pulled a pair of soiled shorts from her purse. And then she pointed to lipstick.
"What are you doing carrying shorts around in that big bulky purse of yours for?" she demanded.
"This is proof," she said. "I have finally found something I can take to court."
"You're going to take Dad's dirty shorts to court?" she demanded.
"Somebody has to air the dirty linen," she said. "And it might as well be me. These shorts prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that your father has been having sex with some woman."
"How do you know that that isn't just lipstick that got there by accident?" she asked.
"No, it doesn't fool me. He's going with one of those horrible women. You know that I wouldn't do those perverse things and, dear, I have the proof. Here it is. The imprint. Lipstick. You can't fool lips."
"She probably had a full mouth too," her daughter laughed.
"This is no laughing matter, dear," she said. "I mean to take it to a lawyer this afternoon."
"Well you ought to at least put those horrid shorts in an envelope," she said.
"No," she said. "I can carry them in my purse. They're valuable to me."
"How do you mean valuable?" she demanded. "Simply this dear," she said. "If I'm going to have a divorce suit mean anything, I've got to have evidence that your father has been disloyal. This is all the evidence I need."
"Very good," she said. "Very good. Good luck."
"You bet your ass, honey, it's good luck. Your old Mom is going to have a new car, and live in a nice apartment in town. I'm sick of being relegated to that suburban place. I'm lonely as hell at night. And I don't intend to do any stepping out. I was too loyal a woman to step out on your father."
"Oh Mom," she told her, "you never did care much about sex. You always gave the old man a rough time, when he wanted to hit the hay with you."
"How dare you address your mother that way?" she demanded.
"Knock off the crap Mom," she said. "You know you really disgust me at times."
"Dear," she said, "I wonder if they mixed up the babies at the hospital?"
"I wonder that too Mom," she said. "We have so little in common. Except drinking and smoking. Certainly not screwing. Because I love to screw, and so does my husband. That's why we're engaging in a little swap activity."
"Swap activity?" she demanded. "What are you talking about?"
"Swapping, Mom," she said. "Why, haven't you ever heard of the fucking generation?"
"You're disgusting," she snapped. "I've never heard of anything so horrifying. Apparently, we're going to collapse like Rome did. Everyone doing it to everyone."
Her daughter looked at her and smiled.
"Sexual variety is the spice of life, Mom," she said. "You never had any diversion from Dad. You must have gotten tired of that same old cock."
"Oh, you're sick," she said. "This is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. You are sick."
"Put those shorts back in your purse, Mom," she said, "and take them down to the lawyer and show him the lipstick stains."
"Well I'm getting out of here," she announced flatly. "And I don't care if I never see you again."
"Good riddance," she said, as she slammed the door on her mother and watched her walk down the sidewalk.
CHAPTER THREE
Meantime, Ray was deciding that he might as well have some more fun at work. He felt that the best way to do it would be to interview a variety of girls.
He placed the ad in the paper a few days later, and the first girl that came in really appealed to him. She was a honey haired blonde with big blue eyes.
"Now what I need is a good secretary," Ray began. "My name is Ray Jackson honey. What's yours?"
"I'm Cindy," she smiled. "I'm awfully good at typing."
It was all he could do to keep his eyes off her big bosoms. He wondered how any man could have a secretary like this and focus his mind on his work.
"My dear," he said as she sat down on the sofa, "there are many things that are important on this job."
"Oh I know," she giggled. "I suppose you feel nervous and tense and now and then you have to relax with your secretary?"
"You're a jump ahead of me honey," Ray told her bluntly.
"Well I know what you want," she said, "but I don't know as I am able to give you that."
"Well," he said, "now that you mention it, with stocks diving and this gas shortage and a lot of other things to worry about, naturally I need a little relaxation."
"Yes, of course," she leaned back on the sofa and smiled at him.
"For example," he said, "what do you know about massage?"
"Massage?" she asked nervously, "what do you mean?"
"Well I mean this," he explained. "When a man in an office needs to relax, a massage is a marvelous thing. If he has a secretary who could give him a good back rub, that would save him a lot of time. He wouldn't have to go anywhere."
"Oh I see," she said, "you mean it's sort of like fixing tea or coffee."
"Why yes," Ray grasped at the straw quickly, "just like that. You should think nothing of it, if I asked you to fix me a cup of tea. However, I suppose you might get some wrong ideas if I would suggest that you would give me a good back massage?"
"Oh no," she grinned, "I wouldn't think anything about it at all. I have complete trust and faith in people."
"Well that's nice," he said, "how old are you, honey?"
"Twenty-one," she smiled.
"Well that's a nice age," he said: "Yes. A very nice age."
He was glancing down at her shapely legs, and she was nervously running her hands though her hair.
"Well is there anything else you need to know?" she asked.
"Well honey," he said, "if you could stand up and turn around."
"Did I hear you right?" she asked.
"Yes you did honey," he said, "your body is quite important. You see my dear, you'll probably be going with me to important meetings with my clients. If I have a gorgeous woman, it will distract their mind from business deals. That is precisely what I may have to call upon you to do during these difficult times."
"Yes I understand," she admitted. "Times are terribly difficult. Well, alright. I guess I can let you see what I look like."
Proudly she got to her feet and turned around displaying her body to good advantage.
"Well don't you look nice," he smiled as she turned around.
"I wonder if you could give me a demonstration massage right here in my office?" he asked.
"Well," she hedged at first, "I don't see why not."
"Good," he smiled quickly, "I don't see why not either."
It was perfectly obvious to him that she was eager for action.
"You know," he smiled at her, "I have to hand it to you. You really are quite a gorgeous dame."
"Why thank you," she told him, "I appreciate all those nice things you have to say about me."
"But I'm just telling you the truth," he admitted bluntly. "You have a gorgeous body."
"Oh no I don't," she said. "But I guess I'm not too bad."
"And now I'll get ready for the massage," he told her.
"How are you going to do this?" she asked. "Will you sit in the chair and ask me to massage your neck, or something?"
"Oh no," he smiled, "I have something much more convenient. You see that sofa that you're sitting on, doubles."
"It doubles?" she asked, not fully grasping what he was saying, but fearful.
"Yes," he smiled. "It will please you to know that sofa is a bed."
"Oh," she said jumping off, as if she had sat on a hot griddle.
"Now I will just take care of this," he smiled at her, "and we will have no problems at all."
"No," she said quickly.
First he picked up his phone, and called his secretary.
"I'm going to be having a conference," he began, "and I would appreciate if I wasn't disturbed."
His secretary assured him that he wouldn't be. He put the lock on the door, and then pulled out the sofa. As he did so, she realized she was taking a big chance.
"Now what are you going to do?" she asked him.
"I'm just going to take off my shirt," he said, "and let you rub my back."
"I guess that's alright," she said quietly.
"Of course it's alright," he assured her. "You don't have to worry about a thing."
"Well I hope not," she said, "because I wouldn't want to do anything wrong."
"Well I know you wouldn't," he assured her, "and you can rest assured I wouldn't ask you to do anything you didn't want to."
"I have implicit faith and trust in you, Mr. Jackson," she smiled, as he unfastened his shirt and tossed it on a chair.
He straightened up to give her an idea of what a good body he had and smiled.
"My but you are a strong man," she said. "Your chest really expands when you breathe in like that."
"I thought it would," he smiled. "Yes, I guess I have a pretty good body for a man my age."
"But you're not old at all," she said, "and you are good looking. If I was another type of woman, I would suggest something awful."
"Go ahead and try me for size," he laughed.
"I was only teasing," she insisted.
At this time it was easy to see what she had in mind. However, she wasn't going any farther than that.
"Now just relax," she said, as he stretched out on the sofa.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she began massaging his back and shoulders.
"Oh that feels real good honey," he told her. "Real good."
She gave him some vigorous movements that surprised him.
"Oh that's beautiful," he told her. "Yes, that feels groovy."
He was really starting to enjoy himself now, only he wanted a little more action.
"Maybe I should unfasten my belt," he told her, "so you can get at my ass."
"Your what?" she asked quickly.
"My ass, honey," he smiled at her.
Soon her hands were reaching down to his bare behind. He pulled his pants down and his shorts with them.
"Now honey," he told her, "give me some good action."
She worked her hands vigorously over his buttocks. But she never could seem to do enough to satisfy him. As she finished one thing, he was always asking for another.
"Now honey," he told her, "reach down between the crack of my ass and rub my bare thighs. That's it" Her hands slipped down there, and he became more and more turned on as she did her thing.
"Oh honey," he said, "you're doing that real nice."
Cindy was proud of herself and she was sure that she would get the job.
"Oh baby, keep that up," he told her, "yes. That's the way, Cindy. Oh Cindy, you don't know how good that feels. Why don't you rub my prostate gland?"
"Isn't that getting real personal?" she asked.
"Sure it is," he told her, "but there's nothing wrong with that."
Suddenly she realized that he was wiggling his ass as she massaged his prostate.
"Are you getting a sex kick out of this?" she asked Mr. Jackson bluntly.
"So what if I was?" he smiled.
"Well," she said nervously, "it wouldn't be right if you were."
"Don't you worry about it none honey," he told her, "it just feels good. That's all you need to know."
As she continued massaging him, he was getting more and more stimulated.
"Oh baby," he told her enthusiastically, "does that ever feel good. Oh yes, keep it up."
He continued wiggling about as her hands worked over his buttocks vigorously.
"Why don't you kiss my ass?" he smiled up at her.
"Why Mr. Jackson," she said nervously, "I could never do a thing like that."
"You would be surprised what you can do honey, if you try," he told her.
Bending over, she let her tongue sweep out and start licking the surface of his bare buttocks.
"Oh you've really got me stimulated honey," he told her. "You're driving me out of my mind."
As she saw how excited he was she was worried. Her fears were justified for in a minute Ray Jackson turned over and exposed himself to her.
As she looked at his enormous penis and caught sight of his balls, she realized she had better scram and fast.
"I guess I'd better get going," she said.
At that point he grabbed her. He threw his arms around her and passionately kissed her.
"Oh Cindy," he said, "you are so beautiful, baby. You really are baby. Now honey, why don't you do me a big favor?"
"What do you want?" she demanded.
"Oh sweetheart," he exclaimed, "I want you to eat my cock."
"I don't do things like that," Cindy told him frankly. "I never could."
"Yes you could, baby," he told her, "try it. Go down on me."
Grabbing her, he forced her down over his penis shaft. Reluctant to do it, she nevertheless was attracted to it. He wanted it so much that suddenly it did appeal to her.
"That's it honey," he said, "just slip it in there and start loving me."
Amazingly Cindy could practically swallow his cock.
"Eat it," he said, "come on baby, eat the cock." As the rock hard cock slipped into her mouth, she fastened her lips over it tightly.
"Oh yes baby," he begged, "that's what you do. Oh yes baby, lick it. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's the way to do it. Keep it going honey."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I want. Do it baby. Do it."
The pleasure was building every minute now.
"Oh honey," he told her, "that's what I want. Give it to me."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. He was enjoying every moment of the action.
"Keep it going baby," he told her. "Yes. That's the way to do it. Oh honey, give it to me."
He stabbed it viciously and she loved it. She enjoyed the feeling of being dominated by him.
"Eat my cock," he cried enthusiastically. "Yes baby, that's how it's done. Faster honey, faster. Now you're doing it. Yes, all the way in."
She continued gobbling his cock and he got more excited as he savagely stabbed it down her throat.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as he watched his balls jiggling under her chin.
"Baby," he told her, "this is fantastic. Oh yes, I love it when the head of my cock slides down your throat. Oh baby, that's beautiful."
The passionate pleasure was building to a scorching climax.
"Oh, eat that cock," he begged her. "Eat the big cock."
He slid it back so that the head of it would be in her mouth when he exploded. He knew that the explosion was not far off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly, "Oh baby, I made it."
Suddenly the rock hard cock exploded.
"Oh," he gasped, "I'm shooting baby. Yes baby, I'm shooting."
The moment of climax was tremendous. He gripped her head and held her there as he shot his wad.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "let me get my rocks off."
When he had finished unloading, he pulled his penis out of Cindy's mouth. He looked at her and smiled.
"Cindy baby," he said, "I think you will enjoy it here."
"I know I will," she said. "Oh Mr. Jackson, I have but one request."
"What is that, Cindy?" he asked curiously.
"My pussy aches for your cock to be shoved in it. Please, shove it in."
He looked at his penis. It was still hard.
"Do you think you can milk some more out of it?" he grinned.
"I know I could if you give me a chance," she told him.
"Alright," he smiled. "Take off your clothes and lie on your back. I would enjoy looking at you."
Cindy peeled her clothes off quickly. As he got a glimpse at her half cup bra, and her beautiful panties, he was so hot his tongue was dripping.
"Oh I must eat your pussy," he smiled.
"Honey," she said, "if you want to lick it for a minute or two first, fine. But I want you to plunge that great big cock in there. I dig being fucked."
"I can tell that baby," he smiled.
When Cindy was bare ass naked, she leaned back on the bed and spread her legs. Reaching down, she massaged her vagina. It didn't take him long to start licking her there.
"Oh it's beautiful," she moaned in passionate delight. "Oh Mr. Jackson, I love it."
"You don't have to call me Mr. Jackson now," he told her as he took his tongue out of her pussy. "I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Ray."
"Oh alright Ray," she said softly, "eat my pussy, baby."
He went back to licking her now until she began juicing. At the moment of lubrication, Ray figured it was time to thrust his cock in there and go to work.
He straddled her and then he guided himself into her.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "fuck." She pushed her pelvis forward as he stabbed into her.
"Oh wow!" she gasped excitedly. "That feels fantastic. Yes baby, I love it."
The pleasure was increasing now every moment. They both were enjoying it immensely.
"Oh do it baby," he told her. "Yes. That's how I like it. Keep it up."
The action continued. Every moment was more exciting, more pleasurable.
"Oh baby, twist your tail for me," he told her excitedly. "That's the way to do it. Grab it. Twist your ass."
She ground her hips around as he went forward faster.
"Oh baby, what a fucker," she exclaimed.
Now Cindy's hands were on his back. She was massaging his shoulders and then working down his back.
"Grab my ass and play with it," he begged.
She gripped his buttocks, and massaged them. Then she reached down and slid a finger into his anus.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "That's beautiful, baby. Yes baby, that's the way I like it. Oh, ah, yes. Yes. That's the way to do it."
The pleasure was mounting every moment. He could hardly stand it now.
"Oh honey," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Yes, now you're doing it. All the way, honey."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it.
"Keep it up baby," he told her, "yes. That's how you do it."
The pleasure at this passionate pitch was increasing. She was gripping his sliding penis with her vagina muscles. Effectively squeezing, she knew she could milk some more juice out of the head of his shaft.
"You're a good grind," Ray told her.
"Thank you, boss," she said.
"How do you know you got the job?" he laughed.
"Well I have a special in," she giggled.
Now she was sliding her finger farther and farther up his asshole. This inflamed his passions enormously.
"Oh yes, yes," he panted, as he pumped it to her.
With savage driving thrusts he was closing in on climax.
"I'm almost there," he told her. "Yes baby, it won't be much longer now."
Finally he shot his gun off.
"Oh baby," he gasped, "we made it."
As his juices shot into her, she juiced too. Soon he was slipping around inside of her moistened vagina.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That was a wild one." She smiled up at him and he grinned at her. "You sure know how to make a guy happy," he told her.
"Thank you honey," Cindy said to him.
He gave her a couple of kisses and then he slid his penis out of her and got off the bed.
"How often do I have to do this?" she smiled.
"How often do you imagine?" he asked her.
"Well it depends upon the boss," she said. "I've worked for some very strange men who have been very demanding."
"Well you are quite a super sexy secretary," Ray smiled. "So I would be very happy to have you on my staff."
"I just hope I don't get anybody jealous around this office," she laughed.
"You don't have to worry about that sweetie," he told her. "But I might ask you to help swing a couple of deals when I need a little assistance."
"Like what do you mean?" Cindy asked, looking at him innocently.
"You know what I mean," he told her. "When I need someone to keep a customer happy, maybe you can do it."
"Yes," she replied, "I can."
They understood each other very well.
"Now sweetheart," he smiled at her, "I want you to be a good girl."
"What do you mean honey?" she smiled. "You want another fuck?"
"No," he told her, "I want to put my clothes on and I want you to put your clothes on. Then we're going to go out and have lunch."
"Fine," she said. "I'm agreeable."
They both dressed and made up the sofa bed. Then he picked up his phone and told his secretary, "I've finished my conference. If any calls come through now in the next ten minutes take them. After that I'll be going to lunch with the new girl I'm hiring."
"Did she pass her test?" the secretary asked him cagily.
"With flying colors," he assured her. When they were at lunch that day, he got to talking.
"Cindy," he told her, "you're a remarkable girl. I'm so glad you don't make a big thing out of sex. It's a perfectly natural phenomenon."
"That's what I think," she said. "I don't see any reason why people get so uptight about it."
"I don't either," he said.
Now it was obvious to her as well as to him that they were a good team.
"You know you've got a beautiful face," he smiled.
"Most men never notice it," she said. "All they're interested in is looking at my you-know-what."
"You're so gorgeous down there too," he told her, "that does pose problems."
When Cindy came to her dessert, she coyly asked a question.
"What would your wife think of me?"
"My wife is a wonderful woman," he smiled. "She doesn't get jealous."
"How unusual," Cindy said. "I'd like to meet such a woman."
"The reason she isn't jealous of me," Ray laughed, "is because she is out playing around with other men."
"That explains a lot of things," she said.
It was extremely difficult for her to know how to appraise the situation.
"You know," she laughed, "there are so many things that I don't understand."
"There are many things I don't understand, either," he said.
After lunch they went back to the office and he outlined the work after giving her papers to fill out so she could be prepared for her position.
Meantime, his wife was relaxing at home. She had tired of the grocery boy and was looking for new fields to conquer.
She went to the gas station and she noticed so many people were paying attention to the man who was pumping the gas and wondered if he might be sexy. She was so obsessed with sex it never dawned on her that perhaps they were concerned with getting a full tank.
"Herman," she said, "you are such a popular man these days."
"Yes," Herman laughed, "I guess it's because of the gas shortage."
"Oh that's right," she laughed. "I never thought about that."
"Shall I fill her up?" Herman asked.
"Oh that sounds like a sexy question," she giggled. "Look lady," he laughed, "did you come here to get a fuck or to get your tank filled up?"
"Both if you're able to," she laughed.
"Are you kidding?" he asked.
"Why no," she said. "If you want to fill up the tank, we could drive off to a motel and have a little fun."
"Well what would I tell the boss?" Herman asked.
"Tell him that your wife called and you have to go home for an emergency," she smiled.
"Yeah," Herman chuckled, "that's alright. Let me fill your tank up and I'll meet you in ten minutes just a block from here. O.K.?"
She smiled and nodded. He had second thoughts as he walked just a few feet from her. He returned and demanded, "You wouldn't be putting me on, would you?"
"Of course not," she said. "I couldn't be more serious."
When he was assured that she wasn't kidding, he went and told his boss as she drove and parked a block away. A moment or two later he came bounding toward her car.
"O.K. honey," he said, "let's go."
She adjusted her dark sunglasses and got a better look at the service attendant, Herman. He wasn't a bad looking fellow, and appeared to be about six feet tall.
"Will you take care of me?" she asked.
"Sure thing," he assured her.
"Well alright," she said, "I want some good action."
There was no doubt in his mind that he would give her a good time.
"That's beautiful baby," he told her, "I want to give you a fuck like you haven't been fucked before. Maybe you could go down on me and I could go down on you, something like the sixty-nine."
When they got into the motel room after she had paid the bill and parked the car at the rear of the building, he asked her, "What did you put down?"
"I put down Mr. and Mrs. Herman Adams."
"Funny," he said. "They don't give a damn. They show these fuck films here and have these water beds. And you know why?"
"Of course," she laughed. "I'm not worried about that. They're making money on us. Right?"
"Right," he agreed.
At this point she was eager to have a good time and so was he.
"You know," he smiled at her, "you are quite a gorgeous woman."
"And you look like a very good man. How many inches?"
"I'm long enough to give you a good time, baby," he assured her.
"Well that's good," she said. "As I haven't had a good time in a long time."
As they went into the motel, he got a big charge out of talking with her. He could see that she was eager for it.
The moment his shorts were pulled down, she was playing with it.
"Doesn't your old man take care of you?" he asked. "You're all over me like a monkey."
"Oh he doesn't take care of me enough at all," she complained. "Let me just blow it for a minute or two and then we'll go into a sweet sixty-nine."
Grasping his penis, she slid her mouth over it.
"Oh that feels good to me," he exclaimed suddenly. "Yes baby, keep it up."
She continued doing it, and enjoyed it more every moment. Faster and faster now he pumped it to her.
"Oh you've got a sweet hot mouth," he told her. "You will like this."
She reached for his balls and massaged and manipulated them while she did his cock. Finishing playing with his balls, she gripped his ass and pulled him tighter to her.
"Baby," he whispered, "let's get on the bed. If you get too unwound now, you won't be ready to give me the action I want on the bed."
She slid off his cock reluctantly. Then getting to her feet, she stood up.
"I'll finish undressing now honey," she said. "When I pull off these panties, you're going to get a sight for sore eyes."
"I can tell baby," he said, "that you've got a lot of sex action. Your pussy is moist."
Glancing down at her panties, she saw the telltale traces of moisture.
"What do you think of this half cup bra baby?" she asked.
"That's the only way to wear them," he said. "Let them show."
She peeled off the bra and let her breasts bounce to freedom. Then she slid out of her panties and stood there stark naked. She held her arms up and turned around for him.
"You're pretty all over honey," he said. "Now let's get on the bed and have some fun with our tongues."
Together the two of them got on the bed.
"Oh that's great to have that mirror on the wardrobe," she observed. "We can watch."
"That's the general idea honey," he told her. "And look at the one in the ceiling."
He grabbed her legs and buried his head between them.
"Now eat my pussy good," she told the gas station attendant.
Meantime, she grabbed his enormous cock in her hand.
"It's so big baby," she said, as she began at the balls.
Her tongue swept around his testicles, and then she moved up the underside of his cockshaft t to the top of it. First she let the tongue sweep over the head of it, and then she dipped her tongue in the small slit.
"Oh gobble it," he panted, "yes baby, go ahead and do it."
It wasn't going to take her much longer now and she knew it.
"Oh, go get it baby," he told her, "come on, baby. Oh yes. Gobble that cock!"
He wasn't satisfied until he saw her slipping the cock in her mouth. Her lips fastened tightly on it, then his tongue went to town in her snatch.
"Do me baby," he told her. "Do me."
The two of them were going to town at this point. The hot tongue was throbbing inside of her. And his penis was stabbing at her throat.
"Keep it up baby," he told her. "Yes. Keep that going baby."
The pleasure built and built.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "That is fantastic. Keep doing it baby."
He thrust it down her throat as far as he could. The sensations that he generated as he did this produced enormous waves of pleasure in her body.
Passionately she worked her way up and down his throbbing shaft.
"Keep going baby," he told her. "Oh yes. That's what I like. Keep doing it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it.
"Eat it," he cried. "Eat my cock. Get the juice. Oh baby, it's loaded with juice. That's what I want. Love me, oh baby, eat me. Oh get all the juice out."
He went back to her mound and eagerly stabbed inside of her. He kept his tongue sweeping around the velvety vagina walls as quickly as he could.
Stabbing in and out, he excited her so much she was dripping. He loved the taste of her there, and he continued. He nibbled at her love button, then licked around inside.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "What a pussy eater."
He was disgusted that she had slid her mouth off his cock a moment.
"Wrap your mouth around my cock again," he told her, "and don't take it off until I get to climax. I'm going to shoot all over the place."
She heeded his words and slid her mouth back over his male member. She played with his asscheeks and his balls while she worked up and down his shaft. At the same time, the sensations were going through her body a mile a minute. The tingling exciting sensations of his tongue licking, probing, exploring.
"Oh baby," he gasped as he climaxed.
The hot juice spurted out of his penis.
"Get it baby," he told her. "Eat it, baby, lick it. That's it, baby. I'm creaming. I'm cuming."
As his penis continued to explode within her, she continued mouthing him.
Realizing he'd better get back on her before she juiced, he quickly went back to it. His tongue drove in there and he worked it vigorously.
"Oh, ah," she moaned in delight. "Yes. Yes baby, yes. That's the way to do it."
The rock hard cock was shooting some more and she was getting more juice. However, she didn't want it now. She wanted him to eat her. As the juice exploded within her, she gave him what he wanted. He licked quickly, enjoying every delectable bit of her.
When he finally withdrew his tongue from her, he lay there just looking at the gorgeous sight of her upraised leg, her curvaceous ass, and her beautiful mound.
He continued like this until she told him, "Honey, what are we going to do next?"
"What do you want to do?" the gas station attendant asked her.
"Can I ride your cock?" she suggested.
"If that would bring you pleasure," he told her, "sure."
"I would like you to flip over on your back," she suggested, "and let me slide down over it. It would be so much fun."
That's exactly the way they did it. She slid down his penis as he lay there on his back. Reaching up, he played with her bosoms.
"Pinch them," she begged him. "Pinch them."
He pinched her nipples as she slid swiftly up and down his shaft.
"Oh yes," he cried enthusiastically, "that's the way I like it. Oh baby, you're the best chick I've ever got at the gas station."
"You pick up many women there?" she asked him.
"Well quite a few since the gas shortage," he told her.
"When there is rationing, will you remember me?" she asked.
"Sure," he told her, "I'd never forget you."
She pumped up and down, gripping his penis tightly in her vagina. He loved the sensations that this created.
"Oh baby," he panted, "I love it. Oh yes. That's what I like. Keep it up honey. Yes, that's the way to do it. Oh honey, you're really giving it to me."
She ground her hips to the right and he stabbed it to the left.
"Fuck it baby," he gasped. "Yes baby, fuck. That's what I want. Fuck it."
Faster and faster he thrust it to her, and she became more and more excited.
"Keep it going honey," he told her. "Yes, that's what I like. Oh honey, keep it going."
Grabbing her asscheeks he held on while he fucked.
"Yes baby," he panted, "that's what I like.
Keep it up."
Faster and faster he thrust into her. At the same time, she pitched her body to the right and to the left. Grinding her hips this way, forced him to grab her asscheeks and hold on tight.
"Give it to me," she panted, "give it to me. Every inch of it. Come on baby, now you're doing it. Drive it in there."
Harder and faster he drove it into her. As the savage cockstabs drove into her, she became so excited she perspired. He was perspiring too, and their wet bodies were slapping against each other as they came closer and closer to a scorching climax.
"I'm almost there," he gasped excitedly. "Oh baby, hang in there." Suddenly he juiced.
The wild pleasure that they enjoyed at this point was fantastic. The juice streaked out of her body.
"Oh baby, I am too," she said as his penis continued stabbing.
He pinched her breasts too tightly now and she complained.
"Not so hard honey," she told the gas station attendant. "You're hurting me."
"Oh honey, what a fuck," he panted, as he continued stabbing into her.
Finally, they were finished. Slowly she slid off his huge penis.
"What a cock you've got on you," she said. "I'm sure glad you've got that big thing between your legs. I suspected you would be a good fuck when I saw you at the gas station."
"You pick up many gas station attendants?" he winked.
"Well more now with the shortage," she laughed.
She went over to her purse and pulled out a silver flask and opened it. Putting it to her lips she let the raw bourbon drip down her throat.
"Give me some of that," he insisted.
"Alright," she smiled, handing him the silver flask.
He put it to his lips, put his head back and let the liquor gush down his throat.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Sandy dropped the man at the gas station off a block from his place of employment, she worried about him when he went back to work. She wondered if he would have difficulty finding the gas tank.
When she got home she figured that she had better make a fuss about her husband's playing around. She figured that the best offense would be the best defense.
As Ray walked into the home that evening, she asked him point blank, "Why haven't you brought me home someone to love?"
"Well I did a while back," he said. "I thought we had a pretty good time with Carl and Shirley."
"Yes," she said. "But that was quite a while ago. I need some more action."
He looked at her and shrugged. Inside he was laughing. He was delighted that he had found Cindy to work on him at the office.
"Well maybe you've got someone at the office who takes care of you dear," she said. "I wouldn't be one bit surprised if that was the case."
"Are you jealous?" he asked bluntly.
"Not in the least," she said. "It's just that I've got to have some sex. And unless you can find someone who can give me some good action, I will be real disgusted."
"I know," he said. "You need a tremendous volume of sex, don't you?"
He sat down and began reading the newspaper.
"Well aren't you going to fix me dinner?" he asked her.
"Certainly dear," she said. "When are you going to fix me up with somebody?"
"I'll see what I can do," he told her.
"Well I hope so," she said. "Because I do need someone."
As he went on reading the paper, he was thinking of one man that she might like. However, he didn't care for the man's wife. Therefore he figured it was a bum deal and he wouldn't go for it.
"Honey," Sandy called out to Ray, "dinner is ready."
As they sat down and ate their dinner, she looked at him suspiciously. She figured that he looked too happy, too selfish and assured and contented not to have been catting around.
"I guess I'll have to check with your secretary at the office," she said. "And find out what's really going on."
"I wish you'd keep your nose out of my business," he told her flatly. "You know you get me real disgusted sometimes."
"Do I really?" she smiled. "Isn't that just too delicious."
"You're a damned bitch," he said. "If you want to know the truth of it."
"Crunch," she laughed. "Look baby, you don't talk that way to me. There are such things as divorce courts and settlements."
"You couldn't divorce me because I insulted you," he said.
"Well you'd be surprised baby," she said. "I heard of Hazel Fullerton, the woman that got a divorce when her husband called her a bitch in front of some of her friends."
"Well she was a bitch," he said abruptly.
"Well that's true," she said. "He just doesn't have the right to say it."
"You know the laws are awful," he said. "When people get a divorce they can't tell the truth. If they tell the truth, they can't get a divorce."
"So true," she laughed.
When dinner was over, she put a big pitch to her husband.
"Now dear," she said, "we could have a marvelous time this weekend if you could find me somebody."
"Well maybe I can't swap, but I could always share you with another man. How would you like that?"
"Well I would enjoy that," she admitted.
"Certainly I would," he told her.
Now she was eager to know all about the man that she might go to bed with the following weekend.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Oh you've never met him," he said. "What's his name?" she demanded. "Burt," he told her.
"Burt," she smiled. "That sounds like a nice name. What does he look like? Tall, I hope?"
"Yes," he told her, "he's tall blond and handsome."
"Oh I like light men," she said. "They look so clean with that blond hair and everything."
"Burt is a pretty clean guy," he said. "That's why I don't know as I can get him to go to bed with you."
"Now that's a dirty dig if I ever heard one," she said angrily.
"No honey," he said, "you're quite a sophisticated woman now. You've had affairs with more than one man, and you like it that way."
Ray was just throwing a dig his wife's way, because he was getting sick and tired of all this fuss about sex.
However, the following day he really had a duty to do that he didn't care to do. When Burt and he went on a coffee break, he asked him confidentially, "How's your love life, Burt?"
"What's it to you?" Burt laughed. "Are you really interested?"
"Not personally, Burt," he said. "I can assure you. But my wife has asked me to keep my eyes open for a single cat who likes to play games."
"And you don't care?" he asked, amazed.
"Don't care," he laughed. "I'm glad to share her. I get sick and tired of having to take care of her sexually all by myself."
"She sounds like a ball of fire," he said. "Well maybe I should take care of her. What does she look like?"
Ray opened his wallet and took out a picture of his wife.
"Not a bad looker," he said. "I'm surprised that you would care to share her."
"I'm broadminded about sex," Ray told him. "I think people are much too narrow-minded. They should look upon their bodies as something they could share, enjoy, and this world would be more beautiful."
"You're an idealist," he laughed.
"Oh no I'm not," he said. "I'm a realist. And I see things as they are. I see that it's imperative that we have more freedom. Freedom to do as we want to do."
"I read you," he assured him. "And I guess I couldn't agree with you more."
"Well I'm glad you see it as I do," he said.
By the time they finished their coffee break, he had made a date for the weekend.
"Oh that sounds like fun," he said.
When Saturday night came, Burt showed up at his front door.
"Well hi Burt," he welcomed him.
Opening the door, he introduced his wife Sandy. Sandy was wearing a sheer blue negligee, and nothing underneath it. When Burt took a look at her, he flipped.
"Oh hi gorgeous," he grinned. "Don't you look nice in that get-up."
"You like?" she asked. "Maybe it's too modest, dear."
"I don't think it's modest at all," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, I can see everything."
"Do you like what you see?" she smiled.
"You bet your sweet ass I do," he said.
Sandy hurriedly got him something to drink.
"Ray honey," she said, "would you like a drink too, darling?"
"I need one with some arsenic in it," he told her. "I think I'm a big fool to offer my wife to Burt. He doesn't have a chick to offer me."
"I could rustle one up for you," he said. "How would you like that?"
"Well that would be just fine," he smiled.
"I thought I was going to have two men tonight," she objected.
""No baby," Ray said. "Let's play the swap game. Maybe that's better."
It didn't take Burt long to get out his little black book and make some phone calls. He was lucky to find Myrna was at home.
"Myrna baby," he began. "This is Burt."
"Oh yes Burt honey," Myrna replied. "What can I do for you?"
"Honey," he continued, "I've got a nice blind date for you. Nice looking cat who likes to ball. How would you like to come over here?"
"Oh it sounds like fun," she said. "I don't know what happened to my date. He just didn't show. He drinks quite a bit and he has another problem."
"What's that?" Burt asked her.
"His wife," she explained.
"Now that's too bad," he said. "But maybe it will all work out fine. Because I'm going to have sex with a wife who isn't jealous. She's more than willing to swap her husband for me."
"You're just flattering me honey, because you know it's true," Burt chuckled.
When he gave her the address, Myrna promised she would be over in an hour.
"Well that's nice," she said, "someone to take care of you. I hope she has red hair, great big bosoms, and isn't any good at fucking. I hope she's frigid."
"Now, jealous wife," Ray smiled. "Is that a nice way to talk to your husband?"
"Yes, I think it is," she nodded. "You have a nerve to invite another woman when you know very well that you and I and Burt were going to have sex as a threesome."
"Well that would be an orgy," he said. "And I wouldn't want to break you in on an orgy. You might think I'm demented, or something."
"Well you want to swap," she said angrily, "and that's just as bad."
"Why no honey," he said, "that isn't just as bad. You'll enjoy it baby, believe me baby, you'll enjoy it."
He was laughing now as he talked to her.
"Now baby," he told her, "I want to tell you something. You are being very difficult."
"Am I?" she asked him. "Am I really?"
"Yes honey, you are," he told her, "and that just isn't nice. Now you just relax and take it cool."
When Myrna did show up, she was green with envy. For just as she had predicted, Myrna was a redhead. She had ivory skin, and green eyes.
"Good evening," Myrna smiled, as she glided into the party. "Oh I'm so glad you called, Burt baby. Where's my lover?"
Sandy stood there and called for her husband.
"Don't look my way," Sandy said grimly. "I'm not your lover honey. I imagine a girl who could be called on such short notice would probably do anybody, though."
"But I certainly wouldn't do you," Myrna said. "You're not my type."
Just then Burt made a dramatic entrance in his shorts. His crotch was bulging, and he was breathing deeply to give his chest the best appearance possible.
"Well hi there sweetie," he smiled. "Join our little sex party."
Myrna thought it would be delightful, to put Sandy in her place and did.
"Well hi handsome," she grinned, "let's have some fun, baby."
Reaching down, she slid her hand under his shorts and gripped his penis and squeezed on it.
"You're pretty bold honey," Ray chuckled.
"Well I tell it like it is," she smiled. "And you're sexy. Let's go in your bedroom and swing. Burt can take care of your wife."
By this time Sandy was so angry she was exploding inside. But she covered quickly.
"Darling you're so lucky," she told her husband, "just think of what a cute sex package Burt picked up for you."
This was making it difficult for Myrna to know how to react.
When she was laying it on so thick, she thought she might as well pull the same trick and tell her in no uncertain terms how happy she was to have her husband.
"Oh I think I got the better of the deal," Myrna replied.
"I don't know about that," Burt winked. "I'm a pretty good fuck too. You should know, baby."
She glided off, without looking back once, as she went into the bedroom with Sandy's husband. When they were gone, Sandy scowled at Burt.
"Why did you have to invite that bitch?" she snapped angrily.
"Myrna is not a bitch," he told her, "she is the office gal. She works part time."
"Well isn't that nice," she laughed. "Half and half. Half legit business, and the other half hustler. No, I don't dig girls who carry on like that."
"Forget them," he laughed. "Let's just fuck.
I've got eight inches baby, aching to stab into your pussy. How does that grab you?"
"Well if I could give it some lubrication with my mouth lover. How would you like a blow job?"
"Sounds like fun, Sandy," he assured her.
Burt and Sandy didn't take long to get into the act. Burt stripped, and flipped his penis in front of her lips. She slid her mouth over it, and played with his balls while she did.
"Oh you're good at it, baby," he told her. "You're a real pro."
She continued doing this for him, and he was more excited every moment.
"Keep it up," he begged, "it's beautiful baby. Keep it going."
She worked her mouth back and forth over the length of his cock. She played with his balls and then she gripped his ass. She loved the feel of his flexing asscheeks as he pumped it to her.
"Oh baby," Burt groaned in delight, "you sure know how to give me a good time. Oh honey, I'm enjoying this."
He vigorously pushed it into her mouth, and with equal vigor she gripped it tightly with her lips. However, he knew that he couldn't have much more of this, or he would be shooting off, and this he didn't want to do. He wanted to stab it in her pussy and have her grab it with her muscles and massage it.
"Ease off sweetheart," he told her, "I want to stab it in your pussy."
Reluctantly, Sandy pulled off his penis. Then she got to her feet and smiled.
"You want to fuck me standing up?" she laughed.
"Why not?" he told her. "Sounds like fun. One time I fucked a girl on the kitchen table."
"Oh you've got to do me on the kitchen table," she exclaimed. "I would love that."
Together, and naked, Burt and Sandy walked into the kitchen. She took everything off the table, and then she lay on her back.
"This is going to be a lot of fun," Burt smiled as he got on the table. "Do you think the table can support all of this?"
"Sure baby," she said. "Don't worry about it."
As he straddled her in this position, she threw her legs over his shoulder.
"O.K. baby," he told her, "let's go."
It wasn't going to take much longer now, and she was really turned on over the prospect.
"Come on honey," she begged him, "let's fuck."
Suddenly he stabbed his penis into her hot mound.
"Oh wow!" she panted. "That is fantastic. Oh baby, give it to me."
He drove it in there faster and harder.
"Oh grab it with your pussy," he begged her. "Yes. That's the way to do it. Oh baby, fuck."
Now he was really going to town. The pleasure that surfaced in her body was increasing every moment.
"Oh honey, play with my breasts," she said, as she twisted her head this way and that as the pleasures became greater and greater.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Yes baby, that's beautiful. Keep it up."
As he drove it into her, the pleasure was increasing every second.
"Oh, ah, yes. That's beautiful."
As he pumped it into her, she became more and more stimulated.
"Oh I can hardly stand it," she gasped. "This is beautiful."
"Your pussy really heats up when I fire my cock into it," he smiled.
"Yes baby," she gasped. "Oh honey, that's the way I like it. Keep doing it."
The rock hard cock stabbed in there in regular rhythm.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Yes baby, that's the way I like it. Keep it up."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "now we're doing it. Oh, ah, yes baby, that's the way to do it!"
The pleasure was creating so much action in her ass that he had to slow her down.
"Take it easy, honey," he said. "You're going to tear my joint off."
She smiled at him.
"I'll slow down honey," she said. "But I get so excited I can hardly stand it."
Suddenly he exploded within her. She pumped her ass hard around his cock. She was milking him.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Oh yes, baby!"
The pleasure that they had derived fucking each other was finished now.
"How about that?" he smiled, as he went on stabbing into her.
"I just came too, baby," she panted, as he continued playing with her breasts.
Finishing, he slowly eased his cock out of her pussy.
"Don't move," she said. "Stay right there on the table. You look beautiful in that position."
"Oh honey," she said, "you just like to fuck."
"That's the truth," he told her.
As he strode about the room, he looked for a drink.
"You know sweetheart," she said, "get a drink and then I'll do something to you that you're going to like."
"What honey?" he smiled.
"You said it," she giggled.
"I said what?" Burt laughed. "Are you flipping out, Sandy?"
"Not yet, baby doll," she said.
"Now what are you doing?" he smiled, as she walked about the room.
"I'm getting the honey," she said.
He was amazed how eagerly she went about her activities. It didn't take her long to find the container of honey.
"Now get there on the table," she said, "and I want to give you a honey licking session."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Burt chuckled.
"Well you get on your stomach, sweetheart," she said, "and I'll give you something you'll never forget."
He got on his stomach and then she proceeded to shoot honey all over his body. As he felt it going down his back to his buttocks, he began laughing.
"You are a riot," he chuckled. "I can't believe it."
"Well you're going to love it," she said. "Just wait, you'll see."
She got the honey all over his asscheeks and then she continued down his legs.
"Keep it up," she said. "Keep laughing. Wait till you get licked."
Finally she had the honey down to his ankles.
"I feel funny," he told her. "This is absurd."
"It's a little sex game I invented myself," she said. "You know how many times men get their kicks by poking the honey container in a woman. Well this is one of those times that I'm getting a charge out of spreading honey all over your gorgeous body. I like your back, I like your butt, and I like your thighs. Why not lick them?"
"Well that's up to you, Sandy, you oversexed wench," Burt laughed. "If licking my sweet body gives you a kick, go ahead."
She got on the table and bent over. She straddled him as she began at his back. She began licking the honey, and her tongue tickled and made him laugh.
"You're moving all over the table," Sandy complained.
"I'm sorry," he said, "but it strikes me as funny."
"It isn't funny," she said, "it just tastes good."
As she continued down his back, he began enjoying it more and more.
"Oh yes," Burt told her, "that's beautiful."
Finally, she came down to his buttocks. At this point, she parted his asscheeks and licked all around them.
"Oh that feels good," he said. "Keep tonguing me, baby."
She continued giving him the tongue treatment down his legs and to his ankles. Finally she had finished him. She wiped his ass, and told him quietly, "Turn over so I can turn on."
Burt turned over and wondered what she had in mind next. It didn't take long for the next act.
She got the honey container again and began putting the honey all over him.
"Now what are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm going to sweeten up the front of you, honey," she said, "and I'll finish on that great big cock of yours, baby."
He couldn't help laughing, the way she was spreading the honey all over his balls, over his cock, and legs.
She began licking the honey off his chest.
"That feels good, baby," he told her.
She licked farther and farther down his body, and he became more and more excited and stimulated. When she came to his cock, she left it alone. Instead, she went down both legs.
When she did return to his penis, he could hardly wait. She noticed some clear crystal cum was oozing out of the head of the cock, merging with the honey. She licked his balls swiftly so she could get all of the precious juice out of the penis.
As she slid over his cock, she began mouthing him vigorously.
"Oh baby," he groaned in delight, "does that ever feel good. Yes baby, that's the way I like it. Keep that up honey. Oh lover, that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way to do it. Oh baby, you're driving me out of my skull."
The wild excitement that was continuing was almost more than she could stand.
"Eat it, baby," he said, "eat my honey stick."
She loved the taste of the honey, and she noticed his cock was getting bigger and bigger every minute.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that is wild."
Reaching down, he gripped her head and forced her faster up and down his rod.
"Eat it," he told her, "yes baby, eat my cock."
The pleasure was building and building. He knew it wasn't going to be much longer now, and he loved it.
"Oh eat it," he cried. "Eat that candy cock."
She continued going up and down on it, and he loved talking to her about it.
"It's sugar sweet, honey," he told her, "oh doesn't that taste good, honey? Just wait till you get the juice. It's going to be hot and creamy and thick."
Faster and faster he pumped it to her. At the magic moment she was fastened tight about it.
"Oh, I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "I made it baby. Oh yes, I'm shooting."
As the hot sperm surged into her mouth, she gulped.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "I made it." The pleasure that she was enjoying now was fantastic.
"Oh eat it," he told her. "That's the way to go after it."
He could tell from the enthusiasm that she displayed that she enjoyed it.
Finally she slowly slid her mouth off him.
"How'd you like it?" she smiled.
"I never had anything like that," he admitted.
"You see honey," she said, "there are many things that you haven't done. How'd you like to try a whipped cream fudge sundae?"
"Well, what are you talking about?" he asked.
"You'd be surprised," she told him.
She had plenty in mind, and she was eager to show him what she meant. It didn't take her long.
"Now here's the whipped cream," she smiled. "Here's the maraschino cherry. The next thing baby, is to slip this hot fudge into my pussy."
She lay on the table and she told him she wanted him to eat her after he had prepared his fleshy sundae.
"Now here's the whipped cream," she said, handing it to him.
He used the whipped cream over her breasts.
"More honey," she told him. "I want more. I want you to fix it so all you can see are two white mounds instead of me."
"Alright," he smiled, as he pressed the button and shot the whipped cream all over one breast.
Finishing one breast, he moved over to the other.
"Oh that's great," she said. "That's what I like."
When he had both breasts covered with the whipped cream, he asked her what next.
"Now make a tongue trail down to my pussy," she said. "So you won't lose your way, darling."
She giggled when she said this and he enjoyed the game. It was as if she was a little girl, having a ball.
"Now put the cherry where the nipple is," she told him.
He placed one red cherry over each nipple of her breast.
"Now sweetheart," she said, "you get down there and pull my pussy lips apart. Then I want you to spoon the hot fudge into my pussy."
"O.K. baby, we've got to get that hot fudge sundae," he said. "Right?"
"Right," she laughed.
When he got below her and began pulling her pussy lips apart, he observed the quivering pink flesh.
"Oh that looks real nice," he told her. "Real nice."
He cleverly pulled her apart far enough so he could spoon the hot fudge into her.
"This is fantastic," she said. "Oh baby, I really dig that."
It wasn't going to take him much longer now and he knew it.
"Come on baby," she said to him, "that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building every moment now.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "This is going to be fun."
It didn't take long for him to start licking her breasts. He was eager to devour his hot fudge sundae, served in her pussy.
"Oh Burt baby," she enthused, "that's what I like. Keep it up, Burt. Oh yes, baby, that's the way to do it. Oh lover, do me."
She was so excited now that she was trembling.
"Oh yes," she gasped excitedly. "That's wild. Keep it going. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's what I like. Do it."
The pleasure mounted every moment now and she was stimulated and so was he.
"Oh lick it honey," she cried. "Lick those gorgeous boobs."
He not only licked the bosoms, but he ate the cherry.
"Follow the whipped cream trail down to my mound," she directed him.
He took the correct route down her body to her pussy. And then grasping her asscheeks he held her up so he could dip his tongue inside.
"Come on baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Come on baby."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now.
"Oh baby," he told her. "Yes, that's how to do it. Come on."
Stabbing the tongue in her, he began eating the hot fudge.
"Oh that tastes so good," he exclaimed. "So very good, baby."
Faster and faster the tongue surged in there. He was becoming more and more excited every moment.
"That's the way I like it," he gasped. "Yes baby, push your pussy farther to me."
She arched her back so her pussy was in closer line to his tongue.
"Eat it," she urged. "Eat my hot pussy."
Stabbing it into her, he went to town. Faster and faster he did her.
"Oh that's gorgeous," she panted. "Feel of my bosoms while you're eating me."
He reached up and began playing with her bosoms while he ate her.
"Oh yes, yes," he panted. "That's wild. Keep doing it."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he could hardly stand it.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's fantastic. That's beautiful. Keep it going."
The pleasure was building every moment.
"Oh, eat me," she cried as she suddenly juiced.
Her pussy juices, merging with the honey, gave him the tongue treat he had been waiting for.
"Oh I can't stand it," she cried passionately. "Oh baby, that's beautiful. I love it."
As he continued doing his thing, she got more and more stimulated.
"Oh baby," he gasped. "That's fantastic. Keep it going, baby."
The sensations that surged through him were bringing him closer and closer to climax.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "I'm almost ready to shoot."
"Well scoot up here quick and put your cock in my face," she said.
He mounted her and as his buttocks rested on her bosoms, he slid his penis in her mouth. Her lips fastened tightly around him, and he watched.
"Come on baby," he told her, "that's what I want. Come on baby."
He slid in and out smoothly, and she was becoming more and more excited every second.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Yes baby, that's how it's done. Oh, keep it up honey. Oh wow!"
The pleasure mounted every second and he could hardly stand it now.
"Eat it," he cried. "Yes, baby, eat it."
He knew that he would be shooting in a second. He enjoyed the sight of his big balls bouncing on her face. He loved the fact she enjoyed it so much. And she was so stimulated doing him, she kept her eyes wide open so she could observe.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way to do it. Come on, baby."
Suddenly his penis exploded in her mouth.
"I'm cuming," he cried passionately. "I'm cuming, baby, I'm cuming."
He grabbed her head and held her in place. He didn't stop thrusting as the steady stream of white juice wouldn't stop.
"Here's the cream honey," he panted. "Nice and thick. Oh baby, it's fresh from the cock."
She was enthused over the force and excitement that he could put in the performance.
"Eat it," he panted, "eat the cock. Oh wow! Come on baby, eat it. That's the way I like it. Eat the cock, baby."
The pleasure which he was experiencing now was building and building.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's fantastic. Oh, gobble it."
Suddenly the white sperm shot again. She gobbled some more of his juice, and marveled at how much he had there.
"Oh baby," he told her, "you're too much."
When he had finished giving her the action that she sought, he relaxed.
"Oh wow!" he told her. "That was beautiful. I really enjoyed that."
He got off her and let her lay there on the table.
"Aren't you going to get off the kitchen table?" he laughed.
"Eventually," she smiled. "I'm still trembling. It was a fantastic fuck. I really enjoyed myself."
"I know you did sweetheart," he told her.
He went over to the bottle of booze and poured himself a shot.
"Give me some too," she said.
"You've had enough to drink," he told her.
"But no booze," she complained.
"Well cock juice gets you higher than booze," he said.
"Well that's true," she laughed.
Finally she did get off the table. She threw her arms around him and said, smiling in his face, "Isn't it wonderful that we are uninhibited?"
"I don't know whether it is or not," he laughed.
"Of course you know," she said. "You are just afraid to admit the inner longings of your secret self."
"Am I?" he chuckled.
"Yes darling," she said. "But I know how to get it out of you."
"Oh yes you did," he nodded. "You and your hot mouth."
"You and your long cock," she said.
Reaching down, she massaged his balls.
"I appreciate the family jewels," she smiled.
"So do I, honey," he told her. "But you're getting kind of rough with them."
They laughed as he threw his arms around her and kissed her once more passionately.
CHAPTER FIVE
Meantime, Myrna was having a marvelous time with Ray.
"Oh Ray," she smiled, "you're such a great looking guy. It's a shame that you're married."
"But I have a lovely wife," he told her.
"Yes," she said, "Sandy must be a nymphomaniac. What's it like to be married to a nympho?"
"What do you mean?" he smiled. "Everybody knows that," she said quietly. "Do you really think she's a nympho?" he demanded.
"Of course she is," she said. "It's perfectly obvious. Haven't you observed how she can't get enough men?"
"Yes, that's true," he said.
"Of course it's true," she said. "But if you enjoy watching your wife play around with all sorts of men, I guess that's the way it has to be."
"No that's not the way it has to be," he told her. "I could get a divorce any time I want to."
"I don't believe it," she said.
"Yes," he said, "it's true."
As they talked together, he realized that Myrna was really quite a marvelous woman.
"What kind of man are you honey?" she smiled. "Do you prefer the bosoms or the buttocks?"
"What kind of question is that?" he asked.
"Well I found," Myrna smiled, "that my various customers prefer one part of the body or another."
"Well that's very interesting," he said.
"Yes dear," she said. "What do you think of these for knockers?"
Myrna slid off her brassiere and revealed her bosoms to him.
"They're gorgeous," he said. "What nice big nipples."
"Good to lick," she said.
"Yes, I can hardly wait to get my mouth on them," Ray said.
Ray went over to her and let his mouth bear down on her bosoms.
"Feels good honey," she said. "Yes, I like it. Nibble, but do it lightly. Alright?"
She reached out to guide Ray's head as he licked her nipples.
"Oh keep that up," she told him. "That's beautiful. Yes baby, that's it."
The pleasure mounted every moment now, as she did her thing.
"Oh baby, that's a delicious trip, isn't it?" she said.
She was having a ball keeping him stimulated and excited.
"Oh yes," she told him. "That's beautiful. Yes, that's the way to do it. Yes baby."
Every moment he was getting more and more excited and stimulated.
"Sweetheart," she asked him, "you really are wonderful. You really know how to make love, don't you?"
"Yes I do," Ray told Myrna.
She drew the bath tub for him and when they were both naked they got in the bath tub. As they started sloshing around in the water, she reached for his penis and felt of his balls.
"Oh that's real good," he said. "I love it when you play with me.
They were enjoying themselves immensely now, and he could hardly wait for the moment when he would get to plug his penis into her hole.
"Now honey," she said, "I'll just ride your thing."
She wasn't kidding. A moment later she slid herself down over his rock hard cock.
"Oh that's great," he told her.
As they sloshed around in the water, she got a big charge out of it.
"Oh this feels super," she told him. "Yes, I love that."
The pleasure was building every minute.
"Keep it up honey," he told her. "Yes baby, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building as he stabbed away.
"You know honey, the thing is slipping out," he told her.
"Well I know it is a little difficult, bath tub fucking," she laughed.
"You can say that again," he told her.
There was no doubt in his mind that this was a wild way to make it. Also, he figured it was something different.
While his penis stabbed her mound, his hands played with her slippery breasts.
"Oh sweetheart," she said, "that feels so good."
"Maybe I'll shoot it off now," he said excitedly.
"Slow down sweetheart," she told him. "I want to lick it off."
"If you say so," he said.
She pulled off him and got out of the tub. She grabbed a towel and began drying herself off.
"We're going to have a ball," he told her.
"Yes lover, we are," she exclaimed excitedly.
It wasn't going to take her much longer now, and she was excited at the prospect of getting together with him.
"Now honey," he told her, "what do you want?"
"I want to go down on you," she said. "Throw your legs over my shoulders."
When they were together on the bed, he gladly threw his legs over her shoulders. Then she began licking his inner thighs. At the same time she gripped his penis and began pumping it.
"Oh that feels fantastic," he told her. "Yes baby, I love the way that feels."
The pleasure was building every minute.
"Keep doing it honey," he told her. "Yes. That's what I like. Keep playing with it."
As she pulled on his penis, she caught sight of his balls bouncing. She loved the sight of them.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "wrap your mouth around it. If you wait much longer I'll shoot."
She slid her mouth over his cock.
"Oh yes honey," he sighed, "that's what I like. Do me, baby."
The rock hard cock stabbed into her mouth quickly. Her lips clasped it and she began playing with the balls.
"Keep it up honey," he told her. "Yes, that's what I like, keep doing it."
Every moment was bringing him more pleasure.
"Eat my meat," he told her. "That's the way to do it honey, eat it."
She was enjoying every second of the action.
"Go faster baby, he told her. "Yes, now you're doing it. Oh, baby, my ass loves it."
She played with his asscheeks then she gave him some action he was enjoying even more. She began slipping a finger up his asshole.
"That's the way to do it," he panted, "yes baby, now you're doing it. I love that."
Reaching down, he guided her head over his cock. At the same time, his ass pumped back and forth on her finger.
"Oh sweetheart," he told her, "this is wild. You're got me on cloud nine. Eat the cock. Yes baby, eat the cock. That's what I want. Eat my cock!"
The wild action was building to a super climax.
"Yes," he told her, "eat the cock baby. That's it. Oh lover, gobble the cock."
Suddenly the hot sperm erupted in her mouth. She gulped the white volcano as it shot forth.
"Get it all honey," he begged, "that's what I want. Oh yes baby, eat it. Eat my cock!"
She didn't slip her mouth off his penis until she had drained it.
"Time to stop now, baby," he told her. "You're getting so much out of it, it is tickling."
"This is sensational," she exclaimed. "You're a wild man. You've got so much juice in that, baby."
"I liked your finger in my asshole," he told her. "It felt fantastic."
"Now let me wrap my legs around you darling," she smiled. "I'd enjoy that."
Indeed she did enjoy it. Her legs were thrust around his face, and then he went to town.
"Oh baby," she exclaimed excitedly. "This is super. Keep it up." The pleasure was building now every second. He grabbed her asscheeks and buried his face in her mound. Suddenly he plunged his tongue into her vagina. He eagerly licked the walls of her moist mound.
"Oh honey," she begged him. "That's what I like. Lick, lick it baby, lick."
He continued doing it until she could hardly stand it.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Come on honey, keep it going."
The pleasure was building every minute. She could hardly stand it now.
"That's the way I like it," she told him. "Yes honey, keep it going."
Faster and faster he let his tongue sweep inside her. He almost had his nose inside, he was going in so far.
"Come on honey," she told him, "that's what I want. Yes baby, real sticky."
Farther and faster he thrust.
"Keep it up honey," she begged. "That's what I want. Yes. Give it to me."
The pleasure that he felt at this point was only matched by her delight at being done. Reaching out, she held him over her there.
"Eat it," she begged him, "eat it baby. Yes, eat it baby, eat it."
The sensational enjoyment that she derived from having a man go down on her was displayed by the way her hands gripped his head.
"Hang in there honey," she told him. "That's what I want. Yes baby, now you're doing it. Love it. Lash it. Faster. That's the way to do it."
The sensational pleasure that he was enjoying at this point, continued.
"Eat pussy," she panted, "eat the pussy. Now you're doing it. Eat it. That's the way to do it. Love it, baby, love it."
Harder and hotter and faster the action continued.
"Oh sweetheart," she gasped excitedly, "that's what I wanted. Oh yes, honey. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way. All the way!"
The super excitement was building.
"Oh baby," she gasped excitedly, "this is too much. Keep it going."
The sensational moment was arriving now.
"I'm juicing," she exclaimed. "Eat my juicy pussy, baby."
Sure enough, she was juicing.
"Oh," she moaned in delight, "lick me, love me."
It didn't take her long now to finish.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. Oh baby, lick my pussy!" she gasped.
Her legs clamped tightly around him, as the thrills whipped up and down her spine. When he was finished, he pulled off.
"How was it, baby?" he asked. "How would you rate me with the other pussy eaters who have had your gorgeous mound?"
"Oh you're right at the top," she said. "I really loved that."
As she lay there a moment or two, she asked him about marriage.
"I think you're being absurd to continue your marriage," she told him.
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"I have a very good reason," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
"Well I'll tell you," she explained. "You see, you have the idea that whatever you want to do is your business. Your wife has the same idea. Apparently you don't care that much about each other that you get uptight when you play. There's no reason why you should stick together. You would do the wise thing to divorce her."
"Do you really think so?" he asked.
"Of course I think so," she said. "It's the only sensible thing to do."
"You might be right," he said quietly.
"I know I'm right," she told him.
As he thought about his relationship with his wife, he wondered if he was doing the sensible thing. He could have many women if he got rid of her.
"Well how do you propose for me to get rid of her?" he smiled.
"There are many ways," she laughed. "Arsenic comes to my mind first."
"You don't care for her, do you?" he asked her seriously.
"No," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, I don't. She reminds me of a cheap slut who doesn't know she's a cheap slut."
"How do you mean?" he asked her.
"Simply this," she said, "she pretends to be a housewife. She's a harlot at heart."
"How could you tell?" he laughed.
"Very easily," she said softly.
"No," he insisted, "explain yourself. I don't quite understand."
"I'll draw a picture for you," she said. "That woman is concerned with one thing. Her own sexual satisfaction. She will pull one playmate into her web after another. And you are being one big fool to think that she cares for you. As long as she cares so little for you, if you had an ounce of sense in your head, you'd divorce her. Then you'd be free to play around and have all of the fun that you wanted to have."
"You might have a point there," he said.
"I know I do," she said.
"What do you do for a living?" he asked her.
"Oh, many things," she said. "I'm an artists' model, for one thing."
"Well you do have a great shape," he smiled.
"Yes, I do," she said.
"And dear," he said, "you could really enjoy life if you were able to get what you deserve. Some good fucking action."
"You're right," she agreed. "I would have a lot fun and I could have fucks the way I want."
"You've got a beautiful body," he said, "and I imagine men enjoy painting you and drawing you."
"Yes they do," she said. "They also enjoy fucking me, to be blunt. Half of the models give in to the men. Of course nothing is for free. We charge."
"I figured as much," he smiled.
"There's nothing wrong with charging," she said.
"No I guess there isn't, now that you mention it," he said. "The line between marriage and a whore relationship is really not so far apart."
"Truer words were never spoken," she smiled. "When I think of the lucky chicks who are mistresses. They have those nice mink coats, those swanky apartments, and all they have to do is be available. Of course I'll say it isn't easy. The guys like them to lick their asshole, lick their balls, and eat their stuff. Those girls almost vomit doing this sort of thing."
"Well I would imagine they would," he said.
"It's really awful when you think about it," she said tartly.
"It sure is," he said quietly.
As he thought about her, he wondered if she was suggesting that she take his wife's place as his mistress.
"Did you ever go for that mistress-master relationship?" he smiled.
"Never," she said. "I prize my freedom too much. Of course I recognize that I'm losing something economically. But what difference does that make?"
"You've got a good point," he said.
"I know of so many women," she said, "who are so materialistic that all they think of is the money that they will make from a relationship. I'm not like that. I like passionate pleasure. And I put my enjoyment of pleasure above everything else."
"Is that why you responded so quick tonight when you got the phone call?"
"Yes," she admitted. "That's why. I wanted some fun. You don't blame me, do you?"
"Of course I don't blame you," he said quietly.
As he looked at her, he couldn't help smiling.
"You know," he said, "you're a remarkable woman."
"No I'm not so remarkable," she said. "It's just that I look at life this way. There are two courses of action, pleasure and pain. And I prefer pleasure. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course I don't mind," he said.
As she looked at him she said, "You know there is another thing I'd love to do with you."
"What's that?" he asked her.
"I'd love to sit on your cock and then grind my hips around. It's a pretty good fuck."
"It sounds like a lot of fun," he said.
"All you have to do darling is lie back on the bed and let me have my fun," she smiled.
He Jay back on the bed and she gripped his huge shaft.
"I'll give it a quick lick," she said, "and then you can stick it in me."
She licked up and down the length of the shaft and then she jiggled the balls.
"How about licking the balls too baby?" he smiled at her.
She got down there and began nibbling at his nuts. He loved the sensation of her tongue licking all around there.
"Oh that feels great," he said, as he observed her licking his ass crack and his balls.
Opening her mouth, he pushed his balls into her mouth.
"Oh that's groovy," he gasped excitedly. "Lick those balls, baby. That's the way I like it. Oh yes honey, keep that up."
She continued giving him the action he wanted. Every moment he was getting more and more excited.
"Don't stop now, lover," he begged. "Keep that up. Oh yes, baby. Keep that up." The pleasure was building and building. He was really enjoying this action.
"Oh sweetheart," he panted, "you are beautiful. Why don't you stab your finger up my asshole too?"
The finger slid up his anus smoothly. Then she grabbed his penis and worked her mouth vigorously over the head of it.
"Oh these are good warming up exercises," he told her. "I can hardly wait to stab it in your pussy."
When she had gotten it nice and slick, she slid smoothly off him.
"Now baby doll," he told her, "slip your pussy down over it."
It didn't take her long to do this. As she straddled him, she gripped his shaft and slipped smoothly over it.
"Squeeze it," he told her. "Yes baby, squeeze that cock."
She squeezed it with her vagina muscles, and once she had a good grip on it, she started grinding her ass all about.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck baby, fuck."
The pleasure was building every moment now. He loved it, and so did she.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh yes, baby, that's it. Keep it going."
As she slipped up and down on his penis, he reached up to massage her breasts.
"Oh that feels groovy," she gasped excitedly.
"Yes baby, keep that action going."
He loved the feeling of her breasts as her nipples became erect. His fingertips would pinch them.
"Fuck baby," he told her excitedly, "yes, all the way. Fuck baby, fuck."
Faster and faster he pumped it into her. She was enjoying herself immensely now.
"That's how I want it," he told her. "Yes baby, all the way. Come on baby. Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, baby, fuck, fuck!"
As he accelerated the tempo of his cocks tabbing action, she twisted her hips this way and that.
"Oh come on, baby," he said, "that's how to do it. Yes baby, fuck it. Fuck!"
The wild thrusting motions accelerated.
"Give it to me," he gasped. "Give me a good tight fuck."
Her vagina was indeed tight and this pleased him no end.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "You're too much baby. You're really turned on."
Harder and faster they pumped together. As they synchronized the pace of their movements, their pleasure increased.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you're beautiful. Now you're doing it to me. Come on baby, fuck it."
The action was producing electrical waves of pleasure in his body.
"That's the way I like it," he told her, "oh yes. Keep doing it honey. Now you're fucking. All the way."
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "keep that ass in motion. That's it. Twist your tail."
She continued grinding her hips around. And as she ground around, he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh baby," he told her, "that's beautiful. Fuck it. Fuck baby, fuck, fuck."
The pleasure was building now as cascading emotions built in them both. It wasn't going to be much longer now, and they both knew it. Their bodies were sweating, and they were panting with pleasure.
"Ah, I'm there," he exclaimed ecstatically. "I'm there. I made it. Oh baby, I'm juicing!" The juice exploded in her mound. She twisted her hips around, as it shot.
"Oh, beautiful," he moaned in delight, "beautiful, baby."
He gripped her hips tightly and held on.
"Keep fucking," he panted, "let's finish it."
She continued twisting and grabbing his cock.
"Milk my cock," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Milk it. Oh yes baby, keep doing it."
She continued twisting around for him, and he was more stimulated and excited every second.
"Oh yes," he gasped excitedly, "that's the way I like it. Oh honey, you're doing it just like I like it. Fuck baby, fuck."
More juice spurted from his cock shaft.
"You're turned on, sweetheart," she said to him. "I guess little old Myrna's ass got you excited."
When he had finished giving her what she needed, she slid off him smoothly. Some of the sticky cum splashed all over his stomach.
"I guess I shot gallons," he smiled.
"You sure did baby," she said. "But you needed milking. I don't think that you have the right woman."
Myrna was putting her digs in at Sandy. She could never forget the jealousy that flashed in Sandy's eyes as she glided in the room.
"You don't care for my wife, do you?" he told her.
"No I can't say I do," she laughed. "Should I?"
"Well I guess you've got a good reason not to care much for her," he admitted.
"That's right," she said. "Your wife has not been very loyal to you, and I think you are beginning to wise up."
"I guess I am," he admitted.
"You know it's funny," she smiled, "how long it takes for a person to understand another person. When you married your wife, you probably never guessed that she was a nymphomaniac."
"No, I never thought of her as that," he admitted.
"Well she was along," she said. "She probably belongs in a whorehouse. She'd be happier there."
"Do you really think so?" he asked her.
"I certainly do," she said. "I remember some of those nice little houses out in Nevada. I started working at one but I couldn't stand the madame."
"What was it about her that you couldn't stand?" he asked.
"For one thing, she ruled with an iron hand. For a second thing, I think she was a lesbian."
"Why do you say that?" he asked her.
"I'll tell you why," she said. "When I went into the bathroom, I saw all sizes of dildoes hanging there. The moment I came out I asked her what they were there for. She said they were there for laughs. But I doubt it."
"You're a very suspicious girl, aren't you?" he laughed.
"I've learned to be suspicious of everything," she said. "And I've seldom been proved wrong."
"In a way I feel sorry for you," he said.
"Why should you?" she said. "I'm perfectly happy. I make a good living modeling, and a little sex on the side."
"Wouldn't you be happier if you had a home and you were married?" he laughed.
"Would I?" she asked him soberly. "No. In a situation like this where all you do is step out on each other. With all this cheating going on, I feel better being fair about it. I just don't care to be tied down. And I'm glad that I'm free."
"Well you've got a point there," he admitted.
"Of course I have a point there," she said. "And a very good point too."
It was perfectly obvious to her that he was beginning to think seriously about getting rid of his wife.
"Now how do you suggest that I tell my wife that a trial separation might be the order of the day?" he asked her.
"Good!" she smiled. "I was hoping you would ask me something like that. I have a marvelous lawyer friend, Dave Wheelock."
"Give me his name. Let me talk to him."
"Good," she said. "You will never be sorry."
"I wonder though, about a lot of things," she said sadly. "I wonder if you are prepared to live alone. Many times when a man doesn't have a good piece of ass at home in bed waiting for him, he gets nervous."
"You don't have to worry about me," he told her, "I get sick and tired of having her there forcing me to do things when I don't want to do them."
"Oh you're like most men," she laughed coyly. "You want fucks when you want them and when you don't want them, you just don't want them."
"That's right," he said.
"Baby doll," he smiled. "Let me tell you something. You really are a life saver to me. I'm so glad that Burt did call you. It was wonderful."
"It's nice to be appreciated," she said.
All the time they were talking, she was contemplating another sex act.
"What are you thinking of?" he asked her.
"Oh I was thinking a lot of things," she smiled. "For one thing, I was thinking of ways for us to have some more sex."
"Beautiful," he smiled. "That might be fun."
The excitement came to her mind as she looked at him.
"What do you want to do?" she smiled .
"I have an idea," he told her. "Something that will be lots of fun. What do you say that you get down on the floor and I ride your ass?"
"Ass fucking is out. I've got my scruples."
"Well it's nice to know that you stop at something," he said.
"Why yes," she said, "what kind of a woman do you think I am?"
"I was just trying to find out," he laughed.
The more they talked, the more excited they became.
"Now how do you do that?" she asked him.
"Well I want you to get down on all fours," he told her, "and I'll get up on top and pretend you're a fucking animal. I'll whip it across your ass and tell you to run around the room."
"Groovy," she smiled. "That should be a lot of fun."
It didn't take very long for her to obey his command. She had long learned how important it was to make a man happy by doing what he told her.
She got down on the floor and began crawling around. A moment or two later the belt was lashed over her ass.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "This is too much."
As the sting of the belt ignited the fires within her loins, she begged him for more action.
"Come on baby," he told her. "let's have some fun."
It didn't take long now. He was eager for action and so was she.
"That's it sweetheart," he told her, "let's get cracking."
He got down on the floor and mounted her from behind.
"Swing your ass in gear sweetheart," he smiled, as he grasped her asscheeks.
"Stab it in my pussy," she invited him.
"You don't have to worry about a thing," he told her.
The rock hard cock suddenly stabbed in there.
"Oh yes baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it. Fuck it, fuck baby, fuck."
The pleasure was building every minute.
"Keep it up honey," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Oh yes, Honey. Do me. Keep going."
Harder and faster and hotter he rammed it in there. Every moment was more exciting and stimulating.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want. Fuck, fuck baby, fuck."
It wasn't going to be much longer now. The rock hard cock was stabbing with incredible speed.
"Give it to me," he begged, "that's what I want. Twist the tail. Fuck." The pleasure was mounting every moment now.
"Oh turn it, twist it, fuck!"
Faster and faster the action built.
"Yes baby," she told him, "that's how I like it. Keep fucking."
He was stabbing it in there at a furious pitch. He was building to a tremendous climax. She bent way over so only her upraised ass was visible. He loved the sight of her bare buttocks at this angle. He began massaging her asscheeks and continued stabbing.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful. Keep fucking. Keep fucking."
With hard thrusts, he jabbed it into her.
"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's the way. All the way, lover."
It wasn't going to take much longer now. The pleasure was mounting every second.
"Give it to me," he begged her. "Give me some fuck. Oh baby, that's what I need. Keep fucking."
The action was continuing now. Every moment was becoming more electrifying, more exciting.
"Oh, sweetheart," he panted, "twist your tail. Now you're doing it. Oh, oh yes, that's how I like it. Twist your sweet ass."
She ground her hips around and he became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, like that," he begged her. "Yes baby, now you're doing it. Oh, all the way honey."
She ground her hips around, and continued at this tempo. She was no more than something to receive his stabbing tool. Now he was lost in his lust.
"Fuck it," she begged. "Fuck. Give it to me. I want it. Every inch of it."
Stabbing it in as hard as he could, he excited her no end.
"Oh baby," she panted, "that's what I wanted. Just like that honey. Now you're fucking. All the way. Get it in there baby."
The super sensations that he was enjoying now, continued.
"Wild," he panted, "yes baby. Now you're giving it to me. You know how I want it. Fuck baby, fuck."
Suddenly his cock exploded. She ground her ass around as he stabbed in there to get some more juice unloaded.
"Milk my cock," he demanded, "twist your tail, baby, milk some more juice out."
His balls bounced against her behind as he fucked her pussy from this angle.
"Oh sweetheart," he told her, "that is beautiful. Now you're fucking. Come on honey, fuck it."
She kept her tail twisting. And every moment he was more stimulated, more excited.
"Yes baby," he cried enthusiastically, "now you're giving me what I want."
The pleasure that they had enjoyed together, had mounted to their fantastic climax.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you are a real good screw."
She was proud of herself as he slid his slippery penis out of her.
"I enjoyed that and I'm glad you enjoyed it, too, darling," she smiled.
"You bet your asshole I did," he said.
"Baby," she said, "am I a better fuck than your wife?"
"You bet you are baby," he said. "I'm only sorry I ever married her. I wish I was still single. You know there's a lot to be said for being a bachelor."
"I know there is," she said. "That's why I'm a bachelor girl."
"You make good sense baby," he told her. "I just wish I had met you before I got married."
"Were you looking for your perpetual playmate?" she grinned.
As he slapped her ass, he told her quietly, "You bet I was."
She lay over on the floor and looked up at him.
"Now honey," she said, "maybe you can tell your wife after this little swap session that you've decided to call it quits. I think it would be the sensible thing to do."
"Why not?" he laughed. "I'm sick and tired of screwing her pussy anyway."
"Oh I knew you were," she said. "That's why I reminded you."
CHAPTER SIX
After the swap session was over, the words that Myrna had said made a deep impression on her husband Ray.
Ray went to his wife and told her frankly, "I don't need you anymore honey."
"What do you mean?" she said furiously.
"Well Myrna made me realize quite a few things baby," he told her. "And I think it would be best if we would split up."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said nervously.
"Well as long as you want to be free to play around with anybody that you want to, baby," he said, "I don't want to impede you."
"You're being sarcastic," she snapped.
"No, I'm being realistic for the first time in my life," he said. "You didn't want me baby, you know you didn't. You wanted a meal ticket."
"How dare you talk to me that way," she demanded.
"It's the truth," he said, angrily. "But that has nothing to do with it," she admitted.
"I know who it is," she said. "It's that scheming female. That heartless redheaded woman. I know that it was she who put you up to it."
"What do you imagine in that foul little mind of yours that she's done?" he asked.
"I imagine that she has told you that I'm just a little tramp and all I live for is playing around with other men."
"Is that true?" Ray asked her.
"No," she said angrily. "That's not true. I'm just an adventuresome woman. I want to be liberated."
"Well I'll liberate you," he said. "How about that?"
"You get me so angry," she stammered. "I could just... "
"Well, what could you just do?" he asked.
"Sometimes," she said, "it would almost be worth it."
"If you've got those ideas," he said. "Forget them."
"I get plenty of ideas when I look at you," she said.
"And they're all bad, aren't they?" he smiled.
"Because sweetheart, you are not a good man," she said. "I hate to say this but you really are a sonofabitch."
"I'm going to slap your face in one minute," he said. "I'm not going to take any more of this crap."
"Now," she said, "that's what you are, a son-of-a-bitch."
She was so angry now that it was hard to control herself.
"What's wrong?" he said. "Something's happened to us."
"Yes," he said. "A lot has happened. And Myrna put me wise. And I owe her a great debt of gratitude."
"The hell you do," she said. "That woman has spoken against me. That's it. She has poisoned your mind against me. Can't you see it Ray?"
"No, I don't see it that way at all," he laughed. "I see one thing. I see my freedom at last."
"But dear," she said nervously, "you're as free as you could be. I know that you've been disloyal to me, and I'm happy that I can be disloyal to you. That really evens the score."
"And if we're going to live like that," he said, "we might as well separate. Why should I pay for your pussy when I'm sharing it with every guy in town?"
"That has nothing to do with it," she objected to his attitude.
"That has everything to do with it," he said. "When a man pays for a woman, he pays for her to stay at home. He doesn't expect her to be playing around."
"But my sex freedom has been challenged," she said. "You were disloyal to me."
"A man has different sexual feelings," he said. "And I'm telling you for a fact that we don't think of everything just the way a woman does."
"That's what you think," she said. "I've got a book here. It's written by one of the foremost women lib artists. Let me get it."
She hurried off to the corner and brought back a book. It was a heavy volume and she could hardly carry it.
"Here it is," she said. "Mary St. John. Listen to what Ms. St. John has to say."
"I'm not interested in that bull crap," he said angrily.
"But you just listen to what she has to say," she insisted.
"Mary St. John says that most men are unwilling to admit the truth about their sex lives. They really want a woman to be subjected. Yet, they want to play around and have all the freedom for themselves. They fear they will find themselves as free at last. Normal women might decide that they want many males. Maybe in the same way that they hunt for various vaginas, women can hunt for a series of penises. And they can decide whether or not they prefer the way their husband does it."
"You see?" she said. "That's what Mary St. John says."
"Well go tell her about why I divorced you," he said. "And see if you care what she says. Or what I say. You are not married to Mary St. John. You are married to me."
She was burning with anger.
"And this is the way you end our nice little party," she said. "Just when we were having wonderful times. Oh you've got a nerve to end it like this."
"It's too bad honey," he said. "The party's over, baby."
"You've got more nerve," she said, "than anyone I've ever seen in my life. I hate you. You know that? I hate you."
"Well," he told her, "I guess from what you say, you do. Well baby, forget it. If that's the way you want to look at it, that's your business. But I really don't give a damn."
He was so uptight, he really didn't care what she thought. Nevertheless he didn't want to get himself so worked up that he might do anything to her. For he realized if he lay a hand on her she would make a big issue about it at the divorce case hearing.
"You're taking a big chance talking to me like this," he reminded her. "You know I don't take all of this crap lying down."
He walked away from her and left her there, crying.
"You have no heart, Ray," she said. "You are a wicked beast."
"I have a heart," he said, "for myself. And I'm keeping my heart to myself too. You're not getting any more action out of me. If you want to get fucked, you find somebody else. Not me."
He was perfectly sure now what he intended to do, and she was distressed.
"Who's going to support me?" she asked him.
"That is your problem love," he said. "You go find some of your male lovers. Ask them for money to fix your hair. I'm tired of paying the bills."
Now she was angry.
"I'll fix you," she snapped. "So you can never move. You'll be so sorry that you ever dared defy me that you will live to regret this day. And as far as Myrna is concerned you will wish that you could kill her."
"Are you jealous of her?" he laughed.
"No I'm not jealous of her," she said.
"Well why are you getting so uptight?" he demanded to know.
"That's my business," she said.
"Sure it's your business baby," he told her, "it's your business to say or do anything you want to. It's also my business now to do as I please. Are you happy?"
"Who could be with you acting like this?" she shrieked.
"Now baby," he told her angrily, "I think you have the wrong attitude. You've been milking me for money ever since we got married. You knew your pussy was your meal ticket. Well I've got news for you. Pussy prices have gone down and meals have gone up."
"You bastard," she said. "Reducing everything to such a materialistic level. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Well I'm not," he said.
"Of course not," she said. "A man of your disposition could know no shame."
"It isn't that, sweetheart," he said, "It's just that I have wised up. It took me a long time but I finally wised up."
It was obvious to him that he had her where he wanted her.
"Are you going to move out?" she said.
"Why shouldn't I?" he said. "I can find plenty of women who can do what you do and can do it better."
"Alright," she said. "Do that. But you're going to regret it. Some day you're going to regret what you are doing to me."
It was a very difficult moment for her now. Yet there was nothing that she could do.
"I tried to bring you happiness," she said, "and now you are throwing ashes on the pleasure that I brought your way."
"You were trying to feather your own nest," he said. "Don't feed me that line of bull."
She realized there was nothing she could say or do that would change him.
"Well at least I hope you are happy, honey," she said. "Going to such lengths, I do hope you are happy."
"Don't worry about me," he told her. "I'll take care of myself."
"Yes," she said.
As she walked away from him, she had a whole new idea about everything.
When he, went to work the following day he looked at Cindy and asked her bluntly, "Who're you laying with, Cindy?"
"Oh a hippie I picked up a few weeks ago," she said. "I'm supporting him, keeping him in pocket money."
"Do you think you could throw him in a junk heap?" he asked her.
"Well if it was made worth my while, I could," she told him. "He is quite a lover and will do anything I tell him to. I like having a man around the house like that. If you can improve upon the situation, I have an open mind, of course."
"I can improve upon it in a big way," he told her.
"Oh good, that's good to hear," she said.
As they talked it over they were becoming more and more close.
"Cindy baby," he said, "how would you like to have a nice apartment?"
"Oh I'd love that," she said. "But I couldn't afford it on the salary you're paying me."
"I realize that," he told her eagerly. "But I can take care of all of it. You won't have a thing in the world to worry about."
"Beautiful," she said. "That sounds great to me."
"I thought it would," he told her. As they talked together, new ideas flashed in his mind.
"Maybe some time I can have your girlfriends come over too. I'm always ready for a good time."
"So am I darling," she admitted. "You know," he told her, "you're a remarkable woman."
"Am I really?" she smiled. "I happen to think so," he told her.
Cindy moved over closer to him.
"Cindy," he said, "how would you like to take dictation bare ass naked?"
"Well that's an unusual request," she said. "I don't know whether I should do that or not."
"Well if you don't want to, baby, how about a girl who will?"
"Oh I didn't say I didn't want to,"-she laughed.
"That's good," he told her. "You're wising .up. I'm learning how to handle women since I've been liberated."
"What did you say?"" she demanded.
"Well I'm learning how to handle women, now that I've been liberated," he chuckled.
"I don't read you," she said quickly.
"Well Cindy, I'll put it this way. Before I was liberated I had to be real quiet about playing around. But now that I've been set free, my wife informed me quite bluntly that she wanted to play around. I told her it was alright with me, as long as I had equal rights to bring women I liked home. And so I began bringing chicks and fucking them. I hope you don't mind my using the word fuck. But I think that's better than saying intercourse them. Don't you, Cindy?" he smiled.
"Oh yes I do," she gulped nervously.
"Now why don't you take off your clothes right away?" he smiled.
"Yes I will," she said. "Sure I will, boss. But you must tell me what happened in your thinking about women's lib. I'm curious because I've been quite a plugger for women's lib myself."
"Alright," he said. "It's simply this. When I discovered how much better some other women are at giving me fucks I figured I was a fool to stay married to my wife. Why should I support her pussy when I could find other pussy I like better?"
"That is a very good question," she said nervously. "What are you leading up to?"
"Simply this," he sighed. "I finally made up my mind that the sensible thing for me to do was to tell my wife she could get anybody that she wanted to. Only I wasn't supporting her pussy for other men to play with. If I didn't have any special rights, why should I pay for it?"
"Oh you're making it all sound so commercial," she said.
"Well isn't it money that makes the world go round?" he laughed.
"Well I guess so," she said. "Would you help me with this zipper?"
Just then his secretary barged in.
"Oh I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said nervously.
"Not yet," he said. "But I do wish you would always knock before you enter. Please. That's a rule, around this place."
"Yes of course," the secretary said quickly. "Should I say you're in conference in case anyone should call?"
"Yes," he told her. "I'm in conference, in case anyone calls. And I expect to be tied up for quite a while too."
"Oh yes of course," she said. "I understand."
Her eyes were bulged as she looked at Cindy in her panties and bra.
"Well don't just stand there," he said angrily. "Get out."
As he locked the door, he looked at Cindy and smiled.
"Now don't you feel funny," he said. "The morals nowadays shouldn't make you feel funny just exposing your body to me. As we both know, you can find a piece of ass anywhere you want. All you have to do is give the boy a little bit of money. Maybe it isn't so little anymore, but that's the way it is. A lot of women are giving it away free. In high schools they have pregnancy classes."
"I know, it's awful," she said. "Why I was reading in the paper this morning about a group of young women and men at college. They were having nude races. The girls were wearing nothing and the boys weren't wearing anything either. And they were standing there, freezing their butts off racing around the campus."
"Probably high on something," he said. "It seems as though it's the thing these days. Smoke pot or LSD. And if they aren't into that, there's all those orgies."
"Well you can't blame them," she said as she sat down and began taking dictation. "With what went on in Washington, with everybody giving everybody hundreds of thousands of dollars as bribes I suppose the youth figures it's nothing awful to go around bare ass naked."
"Well that's true," he said. "Oh it would be terrible if we had the entire capital running around naked. Can you imagine trying to conduct business naked?"
"You never conduct business naked," she said, "because you'd have to have pockets to slip all that bribe money in."
"Right on," he laughed. "They'd take your clothes right off, if you know what I mean."
Cindy of course knew that.
"Now Cindy," he said, "I want you to take this letter. It's regarding a business transaction that I'm seriously considering. I was reading about a little business that I was thinking of buying. They are selling for half a million dollars. I want to make them a low bid of three hundred thousand."
"Yes," she said, "now who do I address it to?"
"I want you to address this to Mr. John Dayton. And his address is 4455 West Lorendon Street, Carterville, Indiana. Dear Sir: I am considering purchasing your corporation. I have read of your corporation and I think it would be a good addition to my conglomerate. However, I find your price unrealistic. Therefore, I am making you an offer of three hundred thousand dollars. I would appreciate hearing from you concerning my offer at your earliest convenience. Sign my name and of course put yours sincerely."
The secretary smiled.
"Now," he said, "while you're reading it back to me I'll eat your pussy."
"Certainly, boss," she smiled.
Ray got down there between his secretary's legs and started licking away.
"Oh that feels good," she told him.
"Don't talk," he said. "You've got to keep this as business. While I eat your pussy, I want you to read that letter back to me."
Cindy found it very difficult to keep her mind on what she was doing. The pleasure that she felt in her loins increased with every lap of his tongue.
"Stick it in there boss," she panted.
He stabbed it into her and licked vigorously.
"Oh yes, yes," she panted. "That's what I like. Keep it going honey."
He continued stabbing away as he nibbled at her clit. She loved the sensations he was creating.
"Oh boss," she panted, "that great. Let's enjoy it."
Cindy wasted no time.
"Take your mouth off me," she said. "This is too good. We should be on the bed doing it."
Ray agreed. He slid his mouth off her, and told her quite frankly, "I might as well "strip. Why don't we enjoy ourselves, Cindy?"
Cindy was eager to satisfy him.
She helped him make up his mind, and the boss undressed.
"Now let me slip off your shorts," she said. "I like to help in any way I know how."
Cindy could hardly wait now for the action.
"You're hot, aren't you honey?" he smiled.
"You bet I am," she assured him.
He was getting more eager every moment to have her.
"Come on baby," he said. "Now that we're both naked, let's get on the bed and enjoy it."
She got on the bed and spread her legs for him. It didn't take him but a moment to get his head between her legs.
"Oh lick me," she begged, "that's how to do it. Yes, honey, do it."
Vigorously he licked her there.
"Oh baby, pinch my ass when you're eating my pussy," she begged.
Grasping her asscheeks, he held it tightly.
"Yes baby," he begged, "that's what I want you to do. Oh yes. Wiggle."
She wiggled her butt about as he pinched her. The pleasure was building every moment.
She enjoyed the sight of her boss' head down there. He was like a small animal, eating her.
"Quicker, honey," she cried. "Quicker. Oh it's beautiful. Make your tongue like elastic."
He was stabbing vigorously now, and the pleasure was mounting every second.
"Oh," she cried ecstatically, "I can hardly stand this. Yes. Do it. Oh baby, do me!"
He continued licking like this, and she was more and more excited every second.
"Yes baby," he begged her, "that's what I need. Keep doing it honey. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes."
The supercharged sensations surged through her body. She was twisting and turning so much that he couldn't keep her still enough to keep his tongue stabbing her. He reached up to grip her breasts to hold her in place. When he squeezed them hard enough, she didn't move about so much.
"You're hurting me honey," she told him.
He released her breasts somewhat, and she wasn't wiggling so bad.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "that's wild. Oh yes, I love that. That's beautiful baby."
The pleasure that they enjoyed together was great.
"What a wonderful time we had," she smiled. "We really enjoyed it."
"Yes we did, baby," he told her.
When he looked at her now he wanted her. He wanted to slide over her and let her lick his asscheeks.
"How about eating my ass?" he smiled.
"Oh I don't want to sick my tongue in there," she complained. "Can't I just lick your butt, baby?"
"Alright," he said, as he straddled her.
He enjoyed the feeling of domination that he obtained doing this. He moved forward and then his buttocks and his balls and his penis were directly over her.
"Come on baby," he told her, "that's how we do it."
At this point his body was trembling.
"That's the way I like it," he gasped, "grab my ass and lick."
She was learning quickly that she could give him a lot of pleasure this way.
"Oh yes baby," he told her, "that's how I like it. Keep it up, honey."
She continued giving him the action he liked.
"How about that?" he asked. "That's beautiful baby. Yes, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was mounting every moment.
"Keep it up honey," he told her. "That's what I want. Keep doing it."
The pleasure that he was enjoying was building.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful baby. Sure, now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Come on, honey."
He was amazed how much delight he could derive from that type of activity.
"Eat it," he told her, "come on baby, eat it."
She would not eat his ass out but she would lick it. When she had done enough of it, his sweaty balls were over her mouth.
"Lick the balls, baby," he told her.
She let her tongue lick along the testicles.
"Oh I like that," he panted. "Yes baby, I like that."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now. And he knew he was coming closer and closer to a scorching climax.
"Oh baby," he told her, "how about locking your mouth on my cock?"
She pulled off his testicles and moved to his penis.
"That's it honey," he told her, "just put your mouth over it."
She was fascinated by the size of it. She enjoyed seeing it in the daylight.
"Inch by inch," he smiled. "That's it. Take it easy."
She was eager to mouth him, and give him the excitement he sought.
"Oh wow!" he panted, as he pushed forward. "That's fantastic. Yes baby, I really like that."
He was moving forward now and she was getting a big charge out of it.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's beautiful. Keep it up."
He was amazed at the way she would nibble at the head of it.
"Oh, baby," he panted, "play with my ass while you're nibbling my cock."
Her hands massaged his buttocks while he continued stabbing it to her.
"That's how I like it," he told her. "Faster, baby. Yes. That's how you do it. Come on honey, keep doing it."
Faster and faster he pumped it to her. Every moment was more exciting, more pleasurable.
"Oh sweetheart," he sighed ecstatically, "that's how I like it. Come on baby."
He stabbed it into her with rock hard movements.
"Farther baby," he said gently. "That's it. Let me feel it touch the back of your throat."
When he felt the head of his shaft touching the back of her throat, his cock quivered.
"Oh baby," he gasped, as if he was ready to burst, "you don't know how much I like that. Yes baby, keep that up. Yes baby."
The cock slid smoothly as her hands massaged him.
"Keep it up honey," he told her, "that's how I like it. Oh yes baby. Now you're doing it. All the way, baby. Oh yes!"
Faster and faster he drove it to her. With every cockstab the pleasure was greater.
"Oh honey," he panted, "now you're there. Keep it up. It won't be much longer now. Oh yes baby, you're going to get a mouthful. Oh honey, these balls are aching to shoot in your mouth."
He was giving her a good pitch to keep her mouth active.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Keep doing it."
She continued mouthing him, and massaging him.
"Slide a finger up the asshole honey," he told her. "I'd enjoy that too."
She slipped a finger up his anus. It rode in smoothly.
"Oh yes baby," he panted. "That's fantastic. That's how I like it. Yes baby, yes."
It wasn't going to be much longer now and he knew it.
"Keep that going, baby," he told her. "That's how I like it. Yes baby, keep doing it."
With fantastic movements he rode forward.
"Oh," he gasped in sexual ecstasy, "you don't know how good that feels to me baby. That's the way I want it. Faster. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes baby, that's the way to do it. Oh yes, baby!"
Suddenly, he felt his balls ready to explode. He slowed down the pace of his thrusting. He didn't want it to go off that quickly.
"Hang in there, honey," he told her, "we're almost there."
She slowed down the action with her mouth. She wanted to wait a moment more as she was enjoying the height of the sexual climax herself.
"Oh baby," he said, "I can't wait to shoot it. Oh, yes, Now baby, now baby, now. Gobble it!"
As he said gobble she worked her mouth over it harder.
The suction that she was building, created his climax.
"Oh baby," he cried. "I made it. Oh yes. I'm getting my gun off."
The hot sperm exploded. She gobbled it eagerly. She let it slip down her throat and he was getting more turned on every second.
"Yes baby," he told her, "that's a good girl. Eat it. Eat my stuff."
Delightedly, she devoured him.
"Yes baby," he coaxed her.
He caressed her face as he completed the act.
She massaged his balls, to see if she could release any more sperm in her mouth before she slid off.
"That's a good girl, Cindy," he told her. "Yes, honey, that's how I like it. That's the way to do it."
The pleasure that she had enjoyed at this point was fantastic.
"Baby doll," he smiled at her, "you know just the way to make me happy."
There was no doubt about it in her mind that she was enjoying this.
"You know Cindy," he smiled. "You are too much, baby."
The pleasure that she was enjoying at this point had given her every thrill that she needed.
"Come on honey," he told her, "you're a good girl. Come on, baby."
She continued working at it in hopes that she could get a doubleheader.
"Baby you're not going to have any seconds," he told her. "Let's try something else."
"Alright," she smiled.
She looked at him and wondered what he would want next.
"I'd like to do it with you throwing your legs around me," he said.
"Alright," she agreed.
He got to his feet, and she threw her legs around his waist.
He grabbed her asscheeks as he stabbed his cock into her.
"Beautiful baby," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Come on baby, fuck."
As he rammed it to her with hard rapid thrusts he panted.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's how I like it. Come on baby, give me a good fuck."
Faster and faster he thrust his throbbing male member into her. Every moment was more exciting.
"Oh baby," he told her, "I love it. Yes baby, that's how to do it. Keep fucking."
She wiggled her ass as he continued stabbing into her.
"Keep it up honey," he told her, "that's the way to do it. Yes baby, come on and fuck."
With furious paced thrusts, he continued.
"Oh yes, baby," he sighed ecstatically, "that's how I like it. Oh wow!"
He was amazed at her energetic ass movements.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep going, baby." She was bringing him closer and closer to climax.
"Hang in there, honey," he smiled. "That's the way I like it. Oh yes baby, keep fucking."
She continued grinding her hips around, and then he stopped dead in his cock stabs.
"Well, well," his wife laughed as she burst in the door.
She had a cameraman nearby, who was taking the pictures.
"Go right on screwing, Cindy," she said. "Give him a good fuck. It will be nice to use in court."
It was obvious to her that there was nothing she cared about but divorce. And divorce with him paying a bundle of alimony!
"Get off me, Cindy," he cried eagerly.
"Let me finish, honey," she cried. "I haven't had my climax yet."
"Cindy, dammit!" he exploded. "Get off me."
Cindy was determined to get her juice going.
"Go right ahead, honey," Sandy laughed. "Go ahead, get your fuck. I'll get my pictures so I can get a better divorce case."
"If you want that," Cindy said, "you ought to pay me. I will go to the court and testify. But the price has to be right."
"You'll get paid alright," she said, as she went over to her and slid a finger up her ass crudely.
"Stop it," he told her. "Get off me."
He let her fall to the floor, as he got away from her. He reached for his clothes quickly.
"Oh, you damned woman," he said angrily. "You started me out on this swapping."
"I hope you've learned your lesson, dear," she said. "When you're trying marriage the second time around, maybe you won't be so eager to swap."
He was furious but there was nothing he could do about it. She was looking at him and laughing.
When she had a couple more pictures of him chasing about the room to put on his clothes, she glided out.
Then he went to find his secretary. There was a note on the desk that said she was quitting.
He went back to his office, to see Cindy rushing out.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"I'm getting out of here," she said. "I don't want to be around a sinking ship."
"You good-for-nothing tramp," he said angrily. "I might have know you would desert the sinking ship."
"Why not?" she said. "You'd never be loyal to anyone. You are just a selfish beast."
"So that's what you think of me," he exclaimed.
"Yes," she said. "How could I think anything else?"
Never before was he made so aware of how little she cared.
He walked out of there in a nervous sweat.
"Oh Cindy," he stammered, "come back here, you good-for-nothing little bitch."
Cindy wouldn't look back. Down the hall he could hear his wife laughing. He wanted to run down there and kill her. But he didn't want to add murder to his problems.
When he finally went back into his office, one of the younger secretaries came to see him.
"I'm so sorry about what happened," she said sadly.
"So am I," he said.
"What are you going to do now?" she asked him.
"I haven't the faintest idea," he said grimly, as he sat at the desk.
"You're such a wonderful boss," she said. "It seems a shame that your secretary and Cindy would desert you. If there's anything that you need, maybe I could help you."
"Well the last thing I need now is a piece of ass," he said angrily. "Why don't you just blow?"
"Alright," she said. "If that's the way you're going to talk to me, I'm leaving."
"Please do," 'he said. "I can't afford another woman in my life."
At this point he was so puzzled and confused he didn't know what to do.
"What next?" he stammered, as he picked up the phone.
"What is it?" the girl at the lunch counter downstairs asked him.
"Could you send me up a ham sandwich," he said, "and a beer. And maybe if you have a bottle of arsenic handy, you could send that up too. I'm not quite sure whether or not I want to take my life. But in case things get worse, maybe I should."
"You want the large size or the small size?" she asked.
"Are you speaking of the beer or the arsenic?" he chuckled.
"Arsenic," she said. "You're such a bastard, that I think it might be a very good thing for you to do. Your wife dropped by and told me how awful you were. Then your lover was next. They really didn't have a good word to say about you."
"Oh, and I don't have a good thing to say about them either," he exclaimed.
He was disgusted, and so was she.
"Well if you feel that way about it," he said, "I don't want anything from downstairs."
"Fine with me," she said. "You never did tip well enough anyway."
He hung up the phone on her, and realized that he was through, finished. He decided he would close shop and leave town as fast as he could.
Finally, he decided he might as well stop by a bar and have a drink. It was just his luck as he sat down at an empty barstool, to be sitting next to a blonde whose cling-tight dress left nothing whatsoever to the imagination.
"Hi, doll," she smiled.
"Hi, there, gorgeous," he grinned at her.
"Could I get you something to drink?" Ray asked eagerly.
"How did you know I was thirsty?" she giggled, "must be E.S.P."
"Must be," he grinned, pushing his leg over to hers. Soon, they were on their second round of drinks, and the conversation got around to morals.
"The moral climate these days makes me sick," he complained.
"Yes, isn't it awful?" the blonde winked, reaching over to pat his thigh.
"Funny, but when your hand touched my leg, I felt an instinctive jerking between my legs."
"What could it be?" she smiled.
"I have no idea," he said, "but the moment your hand touched my leg-I got a hard-on if I may be so bold!"
"Is that right?" she asked innocently, opening her baby-blue eyes curiously, "does that always happen when a lady puts her hot little hand on your leg?"
"Oh, no," he shrugged, "very seldom as a matter-of-fact-you see I'm blase about sex."
"Isn't that an interesting phenomenon?" she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Gilda," she giggled, "what's yours, honey?"
"Ray," he smiled, proudly, "and you are really turning me on with that rubdown you're giving my manhood!"
"Are you two going to play sex games below my counter, or order drinks?" the bartender who was paying close attention to their conduct demanded.
"I'm sorry," Ray smiled, "guess we got carried away!"
"Yeah, I guess so. They'll carry me away too if you do anything in my joint. Now, if you come here to drink-I got all the drinks. But, this is no fuck palace! Understand?
"Of course, we understand," Gilda laughed lightly, "If we were interested in that sort of thing, my head would be between his legs right now."
"Watch your foul mouth," the bartender warned, "I run a respectable place here!"
"Oh, do you?" Gilda asked innocently, "what happened to those pussy pictures you used to show! You know the ones I mean, don't you?"
"I clipped 'em out," he said grimly, "everybody was drooling over those juicy pussies, and forgetting we run the joint to sell booze, not bodies."
"I'll have me a vodka gimlet," she ordered, and then looked up at Ray.
"Make me a scotch on the rocks-double-up on the scotch."
"Right-on," the bartender smiled happily, knowing he was making some money at last.
"We're like jets that pass in the night," Gilda sighed, as the bartender brought the drinks over to them.
"Why do you say that, honey?" Ray smiled, "isn't it like ships that pass in the night?"
"Not anymore, luv," she smiled, "ships are slow-jet speed is my speed. I'm a fast woman. Why, I've broken records when it comes to going down on men I've loved!"
"I'll bet you have," he said, as he felt her unzipping his fly, and reaching inside his pants.
"Yes, honey," she smiled, "Little old Gilda knows how to do her thing. Some chicks are slow-they take their time. Not me, baby. I say, it's more fun to fuck fast-don't you think so, baby?"
As she continued massaging him under the bar top, Ray suddenly felt embarrassed, and shy. His face was reddening, and the bartender picked up on everything that was happening. He came over quickly, and asked eagerly, "can I get you something?"
"Another drink?" he stammered.
"And one for the lady?" he winked at Gilda who nodded. She was working her fingers effectively now, and he felt his penis getting harder and harder. His balls were swelling, and he was finding it difficult to speak. He didn't like her being quite this bold about the whole thing, but he didn't know what to do to call her off.
"I believe in democracy in everything, including sex-don't you, darling?" she giggled.
"Sure, baby, sure," he smiled.
"Here are your drinks, folks," the bartender smiled as he came back.
Both Ray and Gilda had become so concerned with what they were doing, that they didn't observe others watching them.
"Now, honey," she said, "you know what I mean. I like to sixty-nine. It's a magnificent way to make it-how about us doing it that way, luv?"
"Yeah-yeah," he gulped.
It was perfectly obvious to her that he was befuddled, and confused at this point, and she figured it was time to mention price.
"I don't believe all those shop-worn cliches, do you, honey?" Gilda asked coyly.
By this time he was so stimulated, he couldn't focus his mind on much of anything.
"No," he said limply, as his balls itched for action.
"I mean," Gilda got her point across, "the best things in life aren't free. Oh, sure I suppose the moon, and the stars are free, naturally. But I mean the finer things like fucking!"
"Yes," he gulped, "how much do you charge for a piece of ass, Gilda?"
"Well," she went on smoothly massaging his penis, "Everything is going up. Your cock, and the cost of relaxation, and all. I mean, a quickie blow-job is twenty nowadays cause of the cost of living. All night is only a hundred, and then I do everything then. You name it, Gilda does it!"
"Yeah," he gulped, wondering how much longer he could stand the exciting movements of her hot little hand on his long, hard male sex organ.
"How about it, honey?" she asked eagerly, almost as if she was achieving orgasm, as she asked for money for her sexual favors.
Suddenly, it erupted in her hand. The creamy, thick stickiness surged over her hand, and on his pants.
"Forget it," he smiled.
"Damn you," she shrieked, "damn you-I-I-" The men clustered around them applauded and Ray was beet red with embarrassment, as he zipped up.
She held up her hand for an ugly second, screeching and fuming while the bartender came on the run with napkins.
"Get the hell out of here," he boomed, "I told you-I don't run that kind of place!"
Wiping off her hand, she hurried out of there.
Ray paid the bartender, and tried not to look at anyone. He was too embarrassed, too ashamed of himself.
"I-I'm sorry," he said, as he paid the bartender.
"You got a problem," a man chuckled, as he walked out of the dimly lit bar.
"Yeah, what?" Ray said, glaring at him as he wheeled around.
"Premature orgasm," the man laughed.
Ray was uptight, and he knew he didn't dare face the man again for fear he'd plow into his jaw with his fist. Once out on the street, he thought about what the man had said. And he couldn't help wonder if he might be right. Sure, he came too quickly. But, he wouldn't have gotten that turned-on, if he'd exercised some control.
Maybe, just maybe he thought to himself everything wouldn't get so damned twisted, if I'd exercise a little bit of control. Maybe if I'd think about what the dame is up to, instead of checking her measurements out first, and figuring her out later, I'd be a hell of a lot better off, he thought.
Actually, dammit, he thought-I'm their willing victim, worshipping at the shrine of their sweet little pussy-just because I haven't realized it's what's upstairs, and not always what's up-front, that really counts!
