NEW NEIGHBORS

                               Chapter 10
                             "The Associate"

   Casandra tooled down the highway, her car's top down, and auburn hair
blowing freely in the wind.  She gazed ahead at the swiftly moving
traffic with steely grey eyes, her purpose determined.  On the seat next
to her was some work from the office, most of it inconsequential,
though.
   She was still in her mid-twenties, but was rising in the corporation
at meteoric speed.  She had come to the consulting firm from one of the
Big 8 accounting firms, and had a real head for numbers.  Fortunately
she had a figure with some pretty impressive numbers as well, and she
used them to greatest efficiency.  She wasn't a tramp, but she used
every means available for advancing her career, and those she used the
means on came away grateful for such use even if they were left behind
by her in corporate dust.
   Her destination was her immediate supervisor, a tall good looking
young executive named Jim, who was recently transferred to this office.
She had only come under his supervision within the past couple of
months, shortly after he had moved here, but she could see that he was
headed places, and she wanted to tag along for the ride if it proved
that she couldn't outpace him directly.  This visit was ostensibly to
bring him some paper work she would claim needed his attention right
away, but her real purpose in seeing him was to scope out his natural
habitat, and see what kind of competition his wife could give her.
   She licked her lips in an almost carnivorous way as she anticipated
what the night would bring.  She didn't know this part of town, but was
impressed with the facade of the complex where he lived as she pulled
up.  It was only an apartment complex, but it was handsomely landscaped
and appealing to the eye.  She parked, opened the door and swiveled to
extend her long, thin legs out of it.  Her skirt was low enough for
decorum, but the little v-slit in the side hinted at desirably creamy
thighs beyond sight.  She wore a blouse and a light-weight blazer, with
a scarf around her neck that tucked into the plunging neckline of the
blouse.  She was tall, and this was further accentuated by the heels she
wore.  Her lips were lipsticked the same color as her hair, and she wore
no rouge for the sun had provided her high cheeks with enough natural
coloring.
   She strode into the apartment complex office and inquired where her
bosses' apartment was located, aware of the many stares from the men in
the office.  She gave the young bearer of her question's answer a sexy
smile for his help and strode out leaving open jaws in her wake.
   The sun had set and no one was around the pool, but she gazed at the
water longingly after her long day.  She was a real water-person and she
imagined herself cooling off as she stroked her way through the wetness.
   She headed for the indicated apartment and was gratified to see
lights in the window shining around the drawn curtains.  He was home,
which meant that her gamble in not calling ahead had paid off.  She
heard music playing inside as she rang the doorbell.  There sounded a
small scuffle from behind the door, then a long pause, and just as she
was about the ring again the door opened a crack.
   Jim peeked around the edge of the door and remarked in obvious
surprise, his voice cracking just a bit, "Casandra!  What are you doing
here?"
   "Well, hello to you, too.  Is that how you always greet someone at
your door?"  She smiled at him and then held up her thin briefcase.  "I
have a little work I need you to look over.  May I come in?"
   He laughed nervously, opened the door a little further revealing him
bare-chested with a towel around his waist.  Giggling sounded from
inside as he said, "This really is an awkward time.  I, uh, just got out
of the shower and we're not decent in here."  He turned to look back
into the living room, but as he turned back Casandra was pushing her way
past.
   "That's okay.  Keep your towel on, and I'm sure if the Mrs. isn't
de......"  The sight behind the door left her speechless.  There in the
brightly candle-lit room were at least a half dozen other people,
unclothed, and in various configurations.  Most looked her way with an
embarrassed look, but one dark haired big-breasted woman continued to
suck her way up and down a prone man's thick shaft.
   Jimmy stuttered incoherently until Casandra turned back to him and
off-handedly remarked, "I see that I've caught you at a good time.  As I
asked before, may I come in?"
   He closed the door and ushered her over into the dining room,
following her lead without really thinking.  She sat down at a chair
with her back to the group and opened her case on the table.  Her non-
plussed actions really threw Jim for a loop, and he sheepishly sat
across from her with his back to the living room to see what was so
pressing.  He felt foolish sitting there, waiting to discuss work with
her, but he couldn't think of anything else to do, so he just sat and
waited.
   Dana was still sitting on the couch with Kiko's head buried in her
muff, but the stiff tonguing had already brought her to multiple
orgasms, and she slipped off the couch.  Kaz continued to bang away at
Kiko from behind, which kept her content despite losing her feminine
taste treat.  Dana stepped into her bedroom, grabbed a short robe and
put it on.  She didn't notice that it was not even long enough to cover
her cheeks all the way, but she felt more covered, and headed for the
dining room.
   She pulled up a chair next to Jim as the tall woman explained the
final piece of paper she was handing him.  Jim introduced Cassie as his
newest assistant in the office, but despite the proffered smile Casandra
gave her, Dana took an instant disliking to her.  Anyone who could
calmly and cooly walk in on an orgy and talk business must be made of
ice.  She noticed the expensive cut and fabric that this other woman's
suit was made of, the way her blouse would have been baringly opened if
not for the scarf, and the model-like face crowning it all.
   She politely offered her something to drink, and was surprised that
the offer was accepted.  While making it she doubled the alcoholic
content and handed it over.  It was accepted graciously enough and drunk
down rapidly.
   Casandra tasted the strong alcohol as it went down, but she had
already determined her course of action.  If she could find a way to
join in on this little flesh-pile, she would have a tie to Jimmy that
could help her career go right to the top.  And if his wife didn't like
it, well, the hell with her.  She wasn't exactly in a position to say
no.
   The warmth spread through her and she kicked off her heels to make
herself more comfortable.  She knew that Jimmy was on the spot, so she
used that leverage to make him squirm.
   "Do you have parties like this often?"
   He fidgeted in his chair and replied in the negative.  She asked who
the people were, so he pointed out each and put a name to them.  Dana
continued to eye her suspiciously, but Casandra took her jacket off
and got more comfortable on the chair.  Though the scarf modestly
covered her cleavage, it couldn't conceal the swelling breasts beneath.
   The warmth of the alcohol spread through her and loosened her tongue.
"I never knew there was this side of you, James.  You're always so
proper in the office."
   Dana inwardly exulted at those words, for this vixen had given away
that Jimmy hadn't crossed the line with her, even though she wouldn't
have blamed him if he had.  This slim red-haired female exuded
sensuality -- the kind most men couldn't resist.  She mentally gave Jim
a point for having resisted.
   As they continued to chit-chat, Casandra continued to get more
comfortable, taking the scarf off and pulling her skirt up so that she
could tuck her legs under her on the chair.  Someone in the living room
had turned off the music and put a blue movie on the tape machine, and
she could hear the sounds of video love-making going on in the
background.  Drinks continued to be consumed, and when the subject of
the pool outside came up, Casandra's interest showed.  "Oooh, I'd love
to take a dip in that pool.  It looks gorgeous."
   "Do you like to swim?" Dana asked innocently.
   "Why yes I do.  I've been swimming since I was a little girl, and am
quite accomplished," she bragged.  She didn't realize that Dana was
luring her into a trap.
   "I believe that in about an hour the Moon Crew will be out."  She
briefly explained the group of people that frequented the pool in the
dark hours.  "Maybe we could join them, and maybe..." she paused for
effect, "even swim against each other."  It sounded so naively offered
that Casandra took the bait readily.
   "You mean a race?" and she laughed giddily.  "Why whatever for?"
Dana handed her another drink and the alcohol raced through her veins,
dulling her normally sharp-minded intellect.
   "Well," Dana leaned over the table to whisper conspiratorially, "I
think we both really know why you're here?  But first, let me ask you,
have you ever done it with another woman?"
   "Oh yuck," Cassie grimaced, "what do you think I am?"
   "What I think doesn't matter.  But let me wager you this little bet:
we do two laps of the pool - if you win, you can have my husband for a
solid hour, no questions asked and my full blessing.  If I win you have
to make love to me.  What do you say?" she finished whispering.
   Casandra looked over at the well-developed pectorals on Jim, looked
back at his wife and nodded her head.  She was so confident in her
swimming abilities that she began unbuttoning her blouse.  Soon she shed
it revealing a purple silk bra with black trim containing two small but
shapely breasts.  She stood up, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it
so that they could see her matching panties and all black-lace garter
belt.  She unsnapped and slowly rolled down her stockings, then took off
the garter belt.  "Will this be acceptable  as my swim suit?"
   Dana gave her taut body a good once over.  She didn't like the snotty
attitude on this woman, but her curves were another matter.  She admired
the way Casandra held herself and had to remind herself to answer the
question.  She offered to loan her a real suit and the two of them
headed back to the bedroom.
   A few minutes later they both returned wearing Speedo racing suits.
They were the "paper" suit variety that was so close fitting they were
like an extra layer of skin.  Being taller than Dana, Cassie's was
stretched even tighter than normal, but the effect on her was very eye-
pleasing.  The suit was cut high on the hip, pulled even higher by
Casandra's longer torso, and the effect made her shapely legs look a
mile long.
   Jim met them in the living room and the three of them joined the rest
to watch the last half of the movie.  He knew that either way the bet
went, he was going to come out a winner.  He'd fantasized about this co-
worker, but had never been anything but business-like with her.  Her
cool exterior had told him she was off-limits, but obviously fire
thrived below her surface.  He didn't expect to have the hour with her
because he knew about all of the meets Dana had won when they were going
together back in college.  Dana had been a phys. ed. major, and used her
athletic abilities mostly for aerobics classes these days, but she had
been a high caliber swimmer, and still was strong in the sport.  Oh
well, he mused, at least he'd get to see this leggy snoot eating his
wife.
   As the movie moved on towards the end, Janie and Gary said their
goodbyes, threw on enough clothes to be decent, and headed out the door
hand in hand.  The rest wanted to stay for the end, and then the true
climax to the evening:  the pool race between the two competitive women.
Another round of drinks for everyone finished up their indoor
activities, and then out onto the pool deck they went.  Dana pretended
to finish her drink, but had been abstaining since they were interrupted
so as to keep a clear head.
   Apparently either Janie or Gary had spread the word, though, for the
Moon Crew was already out and ready for the race.  As was typical at
this time of night there was very little illumination so that the Moon
Crew could do their thing in relative obscurity.  But tonight someone
had turned on the underwater lights in the pool so that there would be
no question about who the winner was.  Dana led the way to the end of
the shallow end and the basic rules were again established for all to
hear.
   Dana said, "Two laps of the pool, a standing start, someone neutral
to say 'go'.  If you win you get my husband for an hour, and if I win I
get you."  A murmur of excitement whispered through the small crowd and
smiles were seen.  Quickly, based on visual criteria, small side bets
broke out.  Dana was a fan favorite amongst the complex, but this
auburn-haired vixen looked like no athletic slouch.  Gary stepped up and
offered his services as starter, so the stage was set.
   Casandra took a minute to stretch and shake out her muscles.  She
wished she'd brought her goggles, but never had expected to be in such a
situation.  She'd come for the purpose of checking out her competition
for her supervisor (Jimmy), and instead had found herself involved in a
real competition.  Confidently she stepped up to the edge of the pool.
Dana was there already, and both leaned over into a racer's starting
stance.  Gary called out the 'get ready, set..." and with a"GO!" the
race was under way.
   Both bodies shot from the wall in fleet arcs and disappeared below
the surface for only a moment.  Then they surfaced and stroked the water
rapidly.  Casandra was in the early lead as they churned up their lanes.
Neither seemed to be struggling as they neared the far end, their lithe
bodies long dark streaks with the lighting below them.  They made their
flip turns one after the other.
   Dana had taken the right hand lane on purpose so that she'd be on
Casandra's left side for the final lap.  That way she could easily look
over to see what her position was relative to her challenger's.  She was
surprised to see that she was a quarter body-length behind.  By the end
of the first lap she lost even more ground.
   After the flip turn she took a deep breath, held it, and bore down
with all her might.  Not that she would have minded losing the race as
far as letting Jimmy have Cassie for the promised hour.  She figured it
would be better to let them go at it with her blessing than for either
to yearn inwardly for the coupling.  Only deceit and damage to their
relationship could come of that.  No, she wanted to see that smug nose
buried in her muff.  This was a woman who obviously was not used to
losing, and her cocky attitude had been very disdainful to her.  She
gave it all she had to show the debutante that there was something to
her after all.
   Then it was Casandra who was surprised when she reached the wall for
her flip turn.  Instead of pulling away, she was only a second ahead of
her boss's petite wife.  She pushed off hard, but her head swam after
the flip, and from the way they were facing, she couldn't easily see her
competition for the last lap.  Her oxygen was depleting rapidly, and she
could feel herself slowing down, so when she finally touched the wall to
finish she looked over to see if she'd won.  No one was in the other
lane and she began to shout hurray, but then she looked up to see that
Dana was already standing there over her.  She looked around at the
cheering faces to see if this was some conspiracy to fool her into
thinking she'd lost, but she didn't see any evidence that she'd done
anything other than lose.
   Dana reached down to pull her out, and Casandra sheepishly reached up
a hand, but then braced her foot on the wall and pulled hard.  Dana
wasn't expecting the move and flipped over her head to land ungraciously
in the water.  Casandra then hopped out and announced quietly to the
spectators, "I never said I'd be a good loser."
   Jimmy helped Dana out again, and Dana, rather than being put out by
the cheap trick stood looking rather victorious.  Inwardly she knew that
Casandra wouldn't fight the results any more than she just had.  She
toweled off and went over to where her rival was sitting and pouting on
a lounge chair over on the grass.
   "Nice race."
   "Yeah," came back a surly reply.
   "You ready to pay up?"
   "Have I got any other choice?"
   "Nope."
   "Ok, how do we do this?  Back to your place?"
   "Nope - right where we are."
   Casandra looked up.  "Right here?!  Are you kidding?!"
   "Nope again.  I'm going to lie down on that lounge chair of yours,
and I want you to do a lot of kissing.  Understand?"
   "Guess so..."
   Casandra got up from the chair and Dana sat down, her legs straddling
the long chair.  "Take it from the top - literally.  Start here," she
said indicating her mouth, " and work your way down my body.  Peel away
my suit as you go.  When you get down to the place where most people
have hair, I want lots of kissing and tongue action.  Got it?"
   Casandra nodded slightly as she kept her head down.  She looked over
at the crowd, but hardly anyone was paying them much attention now.
They had coupled up and headed to chairs of their own for the most part.
The exception was Jimmy, Kiko and Kaz.  They sat in chairs singly facing
the two women.  Casandra noticed that Kaz had some kind of mixed drink
in a plastic cup so walked over, took it from him and downed it.  Then
she headed back over to where Dana was sitting.
  "Ready or not, here I go."  The alcohol added to her bloodstream
rapidly and helped her detach herself from the scene.  She could almost
see herself from a 3rd perspective lean over and kiss the woman on the
lounge chair.  She had never done it with a woman before, and even
though she wasn't looking forward to the experience she had too much
pride to back out of the agreement.  She had kissed hundreds of males,
and found that kissing a female wasn't much different.  She slipped her
tongue between Dana's moist lips and gave it her best shot.  Dana kissed
her back passionately as her arms circled around her back.  As they
embraced Casandra noticed that she could feel the other woman's breasts
tight up against her own and it felt surprisingly good.  She wondered at
the sensations she was feeling, never imagining that she could possibly
get turned on by this experience.  But there was no doubting the thrill
she was feeling.  It didn't occur very often with the men she'd been
fucking lately, mostly to advance her career.
   She'd been looking forward to bedding Jimbo, though.   He wasn't
twice her age with a large gut and small privates.  Instead, she found
herself in his wife's arms, and she was finding it erotic.
   After some prolonged kissing she remembered her instructions and
began kissing her way down this woman's tight body.  She kissed behind
the small earlobes and sucked them gingerly.  This brought a satisfying
sigh which encouraged her to try her other love-making techniques.  She
slipped her hand under the suit strap and slid it over Dana's shoulder.
She worked her way down to the neck with her kisses and slipped off the
other strap.  Dana was beginning to arch her back as Casandra tugged the
suit down and over her breasts, exposing them to the cool night air.
The dark nipples were swollen and stiff, and the moisture from the suit
still clung to them.  Casandra quickly kissed her way down to them and
while she sucked one of the hardened nipples she palmed and pinched the
other.  Dana had her head back and her eyes closed as she moaned her
yesses.
   Casandra moved her hands up and down the nylon bathing suit that
clung to Dana's body.  She could feel the tension of the muscles beneath
her exploring fingers.  Dana's breathing had increased noticeably, and
Casandra wondered at the ease with which she had ignited this woman's
fire.  She admitted to herself, though, that the swimming competition
had started her own engine, and even though she wished she had won and
bedded Jim with his wife's blessing, still she was enjoying herself a
lot more than she had expected.  She knew what Dana was experiencing, if
being turned on by a woman was anything like it was with a man.  The
kettle would slowly increase in temperature, simmer a while, then begin
to bubble and finally boil over in ecstasy.  If Dana's "kettle" was
anything like her own then she knew what it would take to make it boil
uncontrollably, and that was now her goal.
   Dana's suit had now been rolled down to her belly, and after
massaging both the nipples and the entire breasts, Casandra leaned down
to taste the other.  Dana's were not unusually large mammaries, but they
were larger than Casandra's, and she smothered them all over with ardent
kisses and wet licks.  The nipples were quite hard, so she sucked them
each in a particularly hard way, as that brought the most oohs and aahs
from their owner.
   As she sucked each teat she ran her one hand down the wet fabric
until she found the place where her finger was able to probe inwardly a
little bit.  There she rested her hand and allowed her finger to rub the
area up and down, working the material a good bit into the slit.  Dana
spread her legs at this treatment and arched her back so that the breast
in Casandra's mouth was forced in even deeper.
   Casandra found that in spite of her reservations, she couldn't deny
that her own arousal was increasing.  Her own breasts were tingling, and
she broke away from her subject only long enough to strip off her own
suit in one quick fluid motion.  In the back of her mind she couldn't
believe that she was naked in an outside setting, making love to
someone's wife in front of him, yet her only concern at the moment was
to get back down to the glistening body before her and continue this
passionate encounter.
   Jimmy was enjoying watching the action as it progressed, and just
when his co-worker stood to shed her own suit and expose herself
completely, he noticed the action going on next to him between Kaz and
Kiko.  They had been making out and watching Casandra and Dana, but then
they stopped to have a whispered conversation.  Finally they smilingly
turned to him and Kazuhiko said, "We would like to share something with
you.  You have been most generous to both of us, in many ways, and to
repay your friendship we would like to share 'shaziku' with you.
   "That," he explained, "is one of the most ancient of Japanese
traditions.  It symbolizes deep friendship, where two men become closer
than brothers, and share all they have.  You have shared your home, your
customs, your love techniques with us, so we offer 'shaziku' to you.
Will you accept this offer?"
   Jim was touched by Kaz's sincerity, and agreed.  "What, though, does
it entail?"
   Kaz started laughing while Kiko looked down, and amidst his guffaws
he managed to say, "Ah ha - you make very good joke!"
   "What do you mean - I just asked what it entails."
   Kaz regained control and replied, "We not explain.  We just show you.
You have accepted 'shaziku', so let us enter into this pact."  Kiko
removed herself from his lap and walked over near to where Dana and
Casandra were continuing their nocturnal love-making.  Dana's suit had
been peeled down to her thighs, and Casandra's head was down to kissing
her belly and was descending lower rapidly.  Kiko pulled a chaise lounge
chair up close to the two women, and gestured Jimmy to sit on it.
   When he sat on the edge she had him turn and sit with his legs
together at the near end of the lounge chair and lay his head down at
the other end.  He watched as she slowly removed the leotard she had put
back on before leaving his condo earlier.  As it slipped down he could
see that it was all she had been wearing, and he gazed on her desirable
young body once again.  The stirring in his loins attracted her
attention and she leaned over and pulled his shorts down and off his
legs.  His tool had been fairly stiff from watching his wife's
treatment, but now it was as hard as a rock, and with the situation
developing in the direction is was, figured he'd have good reason to be
so hard.  Kiko leaned over and began giving his prick a tongue bath.
She didn't suck him at all, but he still enjoyed watching her lick him
up and down with her nearly dripping tongue.
   This exercise had a purpose, though, besides to please him.  She
finally stopped, stepped over him with her back to his chest, and lined
up her crotch with his.  Kaz was now standing beside them as she hovered
in that position.  Jimmy ached for her to lower down onto his welcoming
committee, but she remained poised above him as Kaz said, "'Shaziku' is
the sharing of everything - my goods, my home, even my wife.  And it is
sealed by sharing the wife at the same time.  But she remains the wife
of her husband, and so her wife-side is his whenever we are both having
her.  You may share the back side, and together we will be joined in
'shaziku'!"  And with that she prepared to descend upon his stiffness.
   She licked her fingers, wetting them thoroughly, and worked them
around and then in the tiny little hole between her cute little butt
cheeks.  Then she grabbed his slippery-made cock and pointed it straight
up at herself.  He felt the large head at the end of his shaft finally
make contact with that little opening, but it resisted his entry.  She
continued to lower herself down anyway, and it had no choice but to give
way to the hard shaft, allowing it to barely creep in.  She stopped for
a moment when the head was in, took a deep breath, and as her sphincter
muscles relaxed, continued her way down.  The feeling was tight and
sweet to him, and soon she had her tiny ass cheeks firmly resting on his
lap.
   Jimmy just laid there a moment and luxuriated in the feeling.  He was
tightly into Kiko's backside, and he gripped her tiny waist, watching as
her dark tresses moved about on her shoulders.  He looked at his wife
who lay on the lounge chair next to his, and though her eyes were nearly
closed slits, her face was turned towards him with a cat-like smile that
said 'this is the life.' Casandra had obviously figured out how to
please another woman.
   Then he felt Kiko purposely tightening and loosening her ass muscles,
and had never felt such intense pleasure.  It was so pure it was almost
painful.  Then she leaned back and laid on his chest.  He reached around
her to cradle her breasts, wanting to give back even a small measure of
the pleasure she was giving him, but he felt his hands pried loose and
Kaz saying, "In 'shaziku' you are allowed to share half, and you have
strayed onto the wrong side."
   Looking over Kiko's shoulder he saw Kaz stepping up between both her
and his legs.  He was about to become the bottom third of a hot human
sandwich, but he accepted it willingly.  Kaz moved up and into Kiko's
snatch, and then he too laid down, propping himself up a little on his
knees to take some of the pressure off.  Jimmy could actually feel Kaz's
penis working its way into her.  He hadn't realized how thin the wall
was between a woman's vagina and anus.  Their stiff cocks were virtually
alongside each other within Kiko, and when Kaz began to slowly fuck her,
Jimmy received each of the thrusts on his own genitals.  He could almost
imagine that it was he being screwed.  'This 'shaziku' was alright
stuff,' he decided.
   By now Casandra was curiously exploring the first pussy not her own.
She used her tongue as her main probing tool, and discovered that the
juices exuding the hairless cunt had a different flavor from her own.
She often had tasted herself during her solo performances in the
bedroom, and was surprised to taste such a difference.  Dana's, she
decided, was more salty, where her's was more musky.  She also knew
exactly where the love button was, and just how she liked it pushed, so
she did her best to provide that for Dana.  She licked all around it,
teasingly flicking it now and then to let her subject know that she knew
exactly what she was doing.  Dana's fingers were entwined in her hair
and kept an insistent pressure on her to bury her face in her steamy
muff, but Casandra resisted the pressure and kept up her torture.  She
could tell also, knowing the signs exactly, that she had brought Dana to
a shuddering climax twice already, and it was her intent to do it twice
more before abandoning herself to whatever else was to come.
   Dana had practically zoned out of her body from the treatment she was
receiving so excruciatingly exquisite was it, but then she noticed that
she was not the only one moaning and crying out.  She peeked through her
eyelids and saw little Kiko sandwiched between Jim and Kaz, and could
see why she was verbalizing her pleasure as well.  Both men were buried
to the hilt in her tight body as she gasped out her pleasure.
   Then Dana had to shut her eyes tight as the next wave of pleasure
swept over her.  When it started to recede the tongue going at her began
to work again and she could settle back and wait for the next
installment.  She peeked again to see Kiko being doubly pounded, and the
frail young woman was rhythmically crying out in either great pain or
great pleasure.  Perhaps both, she thought.  Then another wave surged up
within her and she forgot all about anyone else.
   Casandra decided that it was time she got a little action herself, so
using her head as the pivot point she turned her body around 180 degrees
so that they were now in a 69-position.  Hands eagerly gripped her
thighs and pulled her own crotch down onto the awaiting mouth.  She
hadn't expected to enjoy this encounter all that much, but she could
feel her labial lips quivering at the love-tonguing she was getting.
She could tell that her own juices were oozing freely as she went back
to work on the pussy before her.  Dana wasn't going slowly or
torturously as she had, but was working her clit for all she was worth
and it soon paid off.  Casandra felt her legs clamping onto Dana's head
as the feeling spread from her twat up and throughout her body in a
burst of physical exultation!  Her every nerve tingled and she knew that
her hair must be standing on end as electrified as she felt.
   Then she pried herself out from between Dana's legs as the oriental
girl next to her screamed out in delight and the faces of the two men in
her shivered in ecstasy as they both came in her at the same time.  She
did another 180 and fell into the well muscled arms of her paramour.
They hugged and kissed tenderly, both exhausted from their competition
in the water and their frenzied love-making.  Casandra then nestled down
between Dana's breasts and whispered, "My lovers call me Cassie."
   "Thank you, Cassie."
   Casandra kissed the nipple nearest her mouth and added, "You may have
won the race, but I think we both were the winners."  Dana nodded her
agreement as the two hugged their naked bodies together in the dim light
of the night.