AW-103  Massage Parlor Wife
(R.B. Simpson)


CHAPTER ONE 

Terry Morgan fastened her seatbelt and observed the no-smoking sign as the 
plane prepared to land at O'Hare Field in Chicago. She couldn't wait to get 
back home and be with her husband Brad. Even though she liked to visit her 
parents, she always missed her husband, and coming back to him was an event. 
After three years of marriage she thought she shouldn't care this much, but 
she did. 

The plane swooped through cloudbanks, rushing over choppy Lake Michigan, and 
moments later landed at O'Hare. She felt relieved as she felt the thump that 
told her she had indeed touched ground again. 

Unfastening her seat belt, she reached under the seat to pick up her small 
flight bag she carried with her. Then, when the pilot gave permission, she 
got up and headed down the crowded aisle, eager to see Brad. 

Meantime, Brad was waiting anxiously. The plane was over an hour later due 
to headwinds, forcing a route change, and he felt nervous until he saw her 
walking toward him. Terry's soft brown eyes, with their radiant glow, and 
her beautiful body always turned him on. The trim legs, slim waist, and 
vibrant movements were capable of giving him an instant hard-on when he 
hadn't seen her for a few days, or hadn't gotten his rocks off on a regular 
basis. And when this was happening, Terry could tell by the wicked look in 
his eyes, and she'd reprimand him, telling him not to look at her like that. 
But, she really liked it, and wouldn't have him look at her any other way. 

But Terry knew how to use the appeal she held for her husband to her 
advantage. He'd bought a condominium on Lake Shore Drive-because she wanted 
one so badly. He let her spend much too much on clothes, and a small sports 
car. But, Terry knew what hp expected in bed-and accommodated him. 

"Hi, honey," Brad smiled enthusiastically as he saw his shapely wife walk 
toward him, arms outstretched. They embraced, kissing intimately, oblivious 
to bystanders. 

"Oh, I'm glad you're back," he sighed, "I worried about you ... when they 
said the plane was delayed because of bad weather-I didn't know if-" 

"I'm happy we're together, honey-let's go somewhere tonight." 

"I know a nice little place," he smiled, and together they walked out of the 
air terminal heading for the restaurant. Brad made it a point to order the 
best steak in the house, and they laughed, and joked. 

"Let's stop in a bar for a nightcap," her husband smiled. She agreed, but 
reluctantly for it was a topless, bottomless place. 

As they sat down, Terry quickly observed only one other woman was in the 
place. 

"Isn't this some dame they've got up there, wiggling her butt, wild?" he 
laughed, eyeing her body closely. 

"I guess so but she doesn't do anything for me," Terry told him flatly. 

"That's good," he chuckled, "I'd have to worry if she did turn you on." 

A scantily clad waitress came over, and took their order. Moments later the 
drinks were served, and then the nude dancer came over and flung her breasts 
in Brad's face. 

Terry was so irate she couldn't speak her disgust. But Brad was turned on. 
So much so, he said loud enough for the young nude dancer to hear, "Hasn't 
she got a nice set of knockers?" 

"If you say so," Terry said tightly. 

The girl was enjoying displaying herself before Brad, who watched her every 
move with such rapt attention. Quickly, turning around she wiggled he-bare 
behind before him. 

"Looks good enough to eat," Brad smiled at Terry, who glared at him, "I'm 
getting out of here. If you want to stay here, it's alright with me." 

"Oh, Terry," he chided her, as he followed her through the smoky, noisy bar 
with its perpetually flashing red and purple lights. "Come back here-I was 
just having fun." 

But Terry wouldn't listen. She stalked over to the car and waited until he 
paid the bill and joined her. 

Then, as they were driving home he reached over and stroked his wife's leg, 
"Honey, you're twice as beautiful as that nude dame is-I'm sorry." 

"Oh, it's alright," Terry told him, "but I don't see how men turn-on looking 
at those sluts shaking their butts over their beer. It isn't sanitary!" 

"Was that what worried you went I watched her?" Brad gently teased. 

"No," she admitted, "That isn't what worried me at all!" 

"Reach over here, honey. I got something nice for you to feel." 

"Forget it," she snapped, still not willing to erase completely some of the 
resentment she felt over the bar incident. But passion prompted him to reach 
over and take her hand and place it over his hard penis. She didn't object, 
but she wanted him to make the move. 

"See what I mean, honey?" 

"Yes," she smiled. 

Moments later they were in their bedroom undressing, and as Brad slid his 
shorts down his huge, pulsating penis popped into view. 

Grasping it in his hand, he joked with Terry, "Miss me?" 

"I always miss you, she grinned, letting her bra fall to the floor as her 
naked breasts appeared before him. Brad came toward her, enjoying the sight 
of her luscious, red-nippled breasts. And as she lowered her panties slowly, 
he got turned-on. The moist, brown, curly pubic hair of her vagina was 
always a source of fascination. 

"Honey, let's try some different things tonight," he suggested. 

"I guess watching that naked dame flip her tits around really got your motor 
going," she said, going over to the bed. 

"I felt like running my rod between her knockers," he smiled, as he 
straddled her, lowering himself so that his penis slipped between her 
breasts. 

His hands went on her breasts, and he pressed them against his rock-hard 
cock, letting his scrotum get excited as he slowly slid the head of it up to 
her mouth. 

"You're dripping," she teased, and spotted a crystal drop of cum on the head 
of his penis. 

"Baby," he begged, "let's get going-I can't wait to fuck you." 

"Go ahead-" 

"I want it from behind," he smiled, like a bad little boy who knows he's 
asking for something naughty. 

"What if I don't want to let you?" 

"You want to make me happy, don't you?" 

"Will it really make you that happy to slide that banana tip my asshole?" 

"Yes," he insisted. 

"Alright, but don't kill me. You've got a big prick, and I've got a small, 
tight asshole." 

"That's why I want to fuck it," he grinned, as his beautiful, dark-skinned 
wife rolled over, revealing her smooth, well shaped buttocks to his hot 
eyes. 

"Baby," he begged like a little boy, "Arch your ass up a little-okay?" 

"Okay," she said, raising up so that her elbows dug into the bed, and her 
buttocks, arched as they were, became easily available to his huge penis. 

His hands gripped her buttocks, parting the cheeks, as he slowly started 
sliding his tool into her. All went well until he came to the tight anal 
ring. 

"I can't get it up there," be complained. 

"I told you I've got a tight asshole," she said emphatically. And then, he 
thought of something. 

"If I had something to slide it up there-" 

"Use some baby oil I've got in there," she said pointing to the bathroom. 
Brad pulled out, and went .to the bathroom to find the oil. Locating it, he 
came back, pouring some in his hands and then all around the head of his 
male member. Getting back on the bed, he used an oiled finger to slip inside 
her tight anus, to prepare her for his penis invasion of her fresh, young 
behind. 

Now, when he began slipping it between the cheeks, he found it slid 
smoothly. Grasping her cheeks, he finally stabbed with one good hard thrust. 

"Oh, god, you're killing me," she cried in pain. But, her cry didn't deter 
Brad. If anything, it increased his delight. 

"Oh, baby, have you got a tight asshole," he panted, as he pushed it into 
her. "This feels fantastic! Fuck it, baby, fuck it!" 

Terry was now discovering there was some pleasure in anal intercourse for 
herself, and the gradual pleasure built until she thoroughly enjoyed his 
ramming, driving penis thrusting up her hot behind. 

"Ahhh-ohhhh, yes-yes," she panted, "Sock it to me! Fuck my ass! I love it!" 

The timid housewife turned-on, and her husband was blowing his mind as he 
realized he'd not only succeeded in invading her beautiful behind, but 
taught her to enjoy it as well. 

"Give it to me," she begged him, and with this kind of encouragement, he 
rammed it to her with new-found force. 

"Ahhhhh-ohhhhh-yes, yes, baby-fuck me!" Bending over her sweating body, he 
begged, "Twist your tail for your Daddy, honey-yes-like that! Harder, honey, 
harder!" 

Terry kept her behind gyrating as he thrust his meat into her with sharp 
impact. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhh, it's beautiful," she moaned, twisting her behind, this 
way-that way, as his slippery mainstem almost slid out of her 

"Don't get that excited, baby," he warned her, "I'll slide out-and we don't 
want that to happen!" 

"Alright," she panted, as she felt his hands reaching for her breasts. 
Squeezing them, she felt added pleasure when he groped down to her vagina. 
His fingers slipped inside her slit, and he began manipulating her clitoris 

"Ohhhh-beautiful," she told him, "That feels fantastic! I like the double 
action. Yes, yes-fuck me!" 

Now, her husband was turned-on, and he continued ramming his rod into her. 

"Oh, baby, this is what I call fucking!" he panted excitedly, as he rode her 
asshole. 

"Churn your ass around, baby," he begged. Instantly, Terry let her behind 
revolve around his thrusting penis. The pleasure it produced was so intense 
Brad felt he might get his rod off any second, so he insisted, "Honey, stow 
down!" 

Terry toned her tempo down, determined to help him extract the utmost 
pleasure from' the act. 

"That's it-nice and easy," he panted, 'pleased that he could keep from going 
off a little longer. "Slow and easy, baby, your butt's, on. fire, and I'm 
going to explode any minute." By deliberately sliding it in slowly to the 
hilt, and pulling it .out, he managed to maintain his high pitch of pleasure 
from thrusting his penis up her behind. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhh-yes-yess!" he finally gasped, as he couldn't hold it back any 
longer. "Now, fuck it, baby!" he begged her,-Harder! Yes! Ohhhh, I'm coming! 
I'm coming!" The hot sperm splashed inside her anus, and she ground her hips 
around vigorously. 

"Like-that, lover," he panted, delighted to see how instinctively Terry 
could entertain him. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful! Beautiful!" 

When she'd drained him, he slowly eased himself out, and as Terry felt him 
pulling his penis out of her, she wished they could always be connected. 

As Brad flopped over, he was so completely contented he went to sleep, which 
didn't please Terry at all. All night long she slept fitfully, waking early 
in the morning, and reaching over she stroked his male member. 

Groggily, he looked at her. 

"You want some more action?" he smiled, as he felt her creating a big 
erection. 

"Yes, luv," she nodded, "I'm so hot-I've got to be-" 

"Go ahead-say it-'fucked'-isn't that what you want me to do?" Terry nodded. 

"There's nothing wrong or dirty about the word honey, don't be afraid to ask 
me to ball you when you want it, because I aim to please!" Saying this, he 
gripped his huge penis, and pointed it at her. 

"I want you to lick it a minute till you get me rip-roaring to screw. Then, 
I'll really give you what you want-nine inches of action, baby-" 

But now Brad was getting out of the bed, and going to the bathroom to 
urinate. 

"Hurry up," Terry insisted. 

"It isn't easy to take a leak when you've got a hard-on, honey-hold your 
snatch, I'll be right with you." 

Finally, he did manage to urinate and then he returned to have sex with his 
wife. She was spread out invitingly, her legs offering him an eager 
invitation. 

"You're really a turn-on," Brad smiled, "I'm glad you aren't as shy as you 
were when we first got married." 

"You've given me a very good sex education," she smiled. But Brad wasn't 
going to let her be the aggressor when he proceeded to have morning sex with 
her. 

He pointed his penis at her mouth, and for a moment, Terry hesitated. 

"What's wrong, honey?" 

"I don't know," she said, "I guess it's hard to do it in the daylight:-I'm 
used to sucking on it in the dark." 

"Baby, it won't bite you-go ahead-open," he insisted, "my peter tastes good, 
sweetheart!" 

Immediately, his hands went out, and as she felt his fingers stroking 
through her hair, she felt under his domination, and loving his male 
aggressiveness, submitted. Easing himself into her slowly, she licked upon 
just the end of it. 

"Ohh, that feels good," Brad smiled, glancing in the mirror to watch his 
hard penis slide in, slide out, as his balls jiggled at her chin. 

"That's enough," he finally told her, "Any more of that and I'll shoot my 
wad-" 

Just then the phone rang interrupting their scintillating sex act. Pulling 
out of her mouth, he said, "Damnit-I don't want to answer that, but it might 
be the boss." 

Going over to the phone, he answered it. 

"Yes-yes-I've got it in my den-in the desk-could I call you back?" 

"Yes, I'll get it-hank-on-I'll pick it up in the office." Brad didn't say a 
word, but Terry knew it was his boss, and it apparently was important. 

As she looked at the place where his body had been a moment before, she felt 
suddenly terrifyingly alone. She couldn't wait for him to return. 

Finally, he did, and she looked at his penis dangling between his legs. 

"Come over here, baby," she smiled, and Brad went over to her, straddling 
her eagerly. Lowering, he aimed his behind at her face, and ordered, "Lick 
it-" 

His penetrating eyes riveted on his timid wife, that he'd taught to turn-on. 
She had rebelled against giving him blow-jobs until he'd illustrated just 
how much fun she could have on the sucking end of the action. Now, she liked 
it. The first time he'd suggested backdoor sex, she howled. Now, she was 
agreeable. So, he finally decided that all that it required to get her to 
experiment a little was coaching. 

But to Terry, the idea of using her tongue on her husband's behind was 
something that never entered her mind. Looking up at her husband's buttocks, 
she shook her head. Instead of angering Brad, it only increased his delight 
at coaxing her to do it for him. 

"Go ahead, honey," he insisted, "Lick it!" 

As his anus came closer, Terry knew she had no way out but to do as he told 
her. She let her tongue swipe up, and suddenly she was indeed licking her 
husband's anus, in spite of her dire dislike for it. 

But the excitement that surfaced in her husband was a reward for she'd never 
seen Brad so excited about anything they'd done sexually. He was actually 
shaking so much it was with some difficulty she managed to keep her tongue 
in his anus. 

"I like it-I like it," her husband cried out passionately, giving her 
instructions. "Keep your tongue stiff when you're doing my asshole," he 
guided her. 

Immediately, Terry stiffened her tongue and jabbed it up her husband's hot, 
twisting asshole, stiffening as she did so. He began wiggling all over the 
place. Her hands gripped his firm, round behind, as she discovered a new 
pleasure in his fascinating asshole. Her licking, jabbing, thrusting tongue 
tantalized, and excited Brad so much he thought he'd flip out. 

"Ohh, honey, that's fabulous," he squealed, as she not only gripped his 
buttocks, but began massaging him there. 

"Let me screw you now," he begged his wife who'd turned-on with her tongue. 

She released her hand grip, slipped her tongue out, as her husband quickly 
got in place atop her, letting his knees dig into the bed, as he guided his 
penis into her slot. 

"Fuck!" he grunted, as his hard rod thrust inside her, driving in forceful, 
hard thrusts. "That's it, baby-give!" She gave alright, her pelvis rising to 
meet his cockthrusts. 

"Grab it, baby," he smiled at her, as her cunt muscles clamped on his 
sliding tool. "Ohhh, ahhh-now, you're grooving! Fuck me!" 

"I want it baby, all nine inches of it! Sock it to me!" She gripped his tool 
tightly in her vagina, alternately releasing, then grabbing with her 
muscles. Vigorously massaging his sliding male member, as she clawed at his 
back had him steaming. 

"Fuck it! Now! Again." 

Terry flipped her pelvis upward to meet his spearing, forward thrust. The 
rock-hard cock exploded, and she came a second later. 

"Right-on target," Terry panted, as she looked up at her satisfied husband, 
who was still thrusting: 

"You're a good "screw, Terry," he told her. "Is that all?" 

"Isn't that enough?" he chuckled. "A lot of women aren't'!!" 

"How did you find that out? Trying a lot of them?" she demanded, as he slid 
out of her, the sticky cum dropping on her body. 

"That's not a fair question," he brushed it off, and got up, and went into 
the bathroom. When he " returned, he tossed a wash cloth to Terry, who wiped 
the cum off her stomach and vagina. 

"Thanks, honey-but I'm going into the bathroom now," she giggled as she left 
to douche. 

"I'll only be a minute," she told him, closing the door. 

"Take your time-keep it clean," he laughed When Terry finally came out, he 
looked at her. "Gee, I hate to have to leave you, baby," he told her, "but 
the boss wants me to hop a plane and meet him in Denver tonight. Trouble at 
one of the new restaurants in our chain." 

"I'm so sick of trouble," Terry shrieked. "Ever since you went to work for 
that company-they've used you as the number one trouble-shooter-and where 
does that leave me?" 

"Alone, dammit," Brad said. "Come here, baby-let Brad kiss the hurt away." 

She went over to the bed, and Brad kissed her breasts. He always liked to 
suck on them, letting his. mouth slip over each breast, creating a 
suction-cup effect, then let his tongue flick across the erect nipple. This 
tongue and mouth treatment always, pleased Terry, but she didn't want to 
have more sex, and yet she knew if he continued that would be what would 
happen. 

"Honey, stop sucking my titties, she complained. 

"Why? Don't you think I'm doing a good job?" 

"That's just it, baby," she smiled. "You're doing too. good a job!" 

She pushed him away, but he persisted. 

"I'm an artist with my tongue," he chuckled. "I can do oil kinds of things 
with it!" 

"You've newer licked my asshole," she reminded him playfully 

"That's because you've never asked me," he said softly. 

"Alright, I'm-asking you now." 

"Wrap your legs around my head, honey, and I'll suck your sweet as? out if 
yon want me to." 

It didn't take Terry long, to throw her legs out around Brad's head, and his 
arms reached around to part her trim butt, as his tongue jabbed oat, licking 
along her anus. As it swept around her anus, Terry was treated to some idea 
of what it was like. And she liked it! 

"Suck my ass," he commanded her. "Suck it-suck my ass out-go ahead-suck!" 

It didn't take long for his tongue to stiffen and slide up her tight anus. 
And her body quivered, just as his had as she felt the sliding tongue. 

His tongue drove steadily, as Terry felt the passion surge in her loins. 

"Ahhh-ohhhh, baby, that's wild," she enthused, "come on, eat my pussy-eat 
it-eat me!" 

This was the enthusiasm that Brad wanted to see her display. He continued 
eating her ass out until she was frantic for him to lick her vagina. 

"Honey,-I'm dripping," she urged him, and then Brad let his hot tongue lash 
out. "Suck it," she begged, as she watched his pink tongue lick, lash, and 
jab at her vagina. Then, Brad let his tongue stab her there, and he flicked 
it back and forth across the clitoris trying to give her a fast tongue-job, 
as he had so many things to do to get ready to go to Denver. 

"Eat it-eat my cunt," she cried in her sexual ecstasy. "Ohhh, honey-eat my 
pussy!" 

If there was one thing Brad had always prided himself on, it was his ability 
to eat pussy. He had always considered sex a celebration, and the 
tongue-vaginal connection, the most beautiful between any man and woman. 
That women had appreciated his dedication to their orgasmic ecstasy was 
evident from the way they always started climbing the walls, when he 
tongue-lashed them there. 

"Do it-do it," she urged. "Ohhhhh-ahhhhh, yes-yes, baby, lick my cunt-clean 
it with your tongue, honey-lap my juices-lap them up, baby." 

He didn't have long to wait to take her advice, for Terry suddenly gushed, 
thrusting her pelvis up to meet his tongue. His tongue swooped down, 
joyously licking her juices as he engaged in his oral celebration of her 
most intimate portion of her body. 

Finally, when he was finished he pulled away from her, licking his lips 
appreciatively. 

And then, she patted his head gently, running her fingers through his hair. 

"I'm going to miss you," she smiled. 

Glancing down at her vagina, he grinned. "And don't think I'm not going to 
miss you!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Terry helped her husband pack. She hated to see him go, but when she started 
to complain about it, he said, "You just got back from a trip yourself-so 
you shouldn't complain about my little trip." 

"That was different," she insisted, "I only went to see my mother and you 
didn't want to go along." 

"Honey, traveling to trouble-points is my business-and I've done very well 
at it-so you'll just have to get used to it." 

"I think I've done pretty well," Terry said, "I never cheat on you-and I'll 
bet that's wore than you can say for yourself." 

"I can say I never cheat," Brad smiled. "And that's all you can do-say it, 
cause you could never prove it." 

"You sound like you don't trust me-" he complained. 

"Should I trust you?" she asked jokingly. 

Her playboy husband admitted bluntly, "No, never trust a traveling husband!" 

They went to an early dinner and then Terry saw him on board his flight. As 
he kissed her goodbye at the runway, he whispered, "I love you, baby-you 
know it too!" 

"I love you," she assured him, and then she was gone. She always hated to 
see the plane's take off. She much preferred the pleasant memory of her 
husband kissing her, saying something nice in her ear, and then not watching 
him fly. 

When she got back to her Lakeshore Drive apartment, it was late and in the 
fall the sun went down early, and now as she looked out over the lake it was 
almost black as the moon hid under clouds, that portended rain. 

She took her clothes off, and slipped into some comfortable pajamas, and sat 
down to watch her TV. She hadn't been seated fifteen minutes before she 
heard a knock on the door. Answering it, she saw her neighbor Laura. Laura 
was standing all alone in her blue robe, and she had a worried look on her 
face. 

"Come in," she nodded to her. "What's up?" 

"I've just got this awful creepy feeling," she said, "I don't know why, but 
I get it sometimes when it gets so dark on the lake, and I look out there 
and everything is black." 

"Sit down," Terry motioned. "I was just watching TV." 

"I hope I'm not bothering you," Laura said nervously, as she felt her arm. 

"No," Terry smiled. "As a matter-of-fact I appreciate the company My husband 
is gone so much of the time I get lonely." 

"Is Brad gone now?" 

"Yes, he's off to Denver. Right now, I imagine he's about thirty thousand 
feet in the air, no doubt looking over the plane to see if some sharp 
looking chick is headed for Denver-alone!" 

"I know what you mean," Laura smiled. "When I divorced Teddy it was because 
he could never play in his own playpen." 

"Sometimes I feel like divorcing Brad," Terry admitted. "I'm sure he cheats 
on me." 

"They all do," Laura laughed. "I only wish somebody had wised me up-I could 
be living on easy street now if I hadn't divorced my meal ticket." 

"What do you do?" 

"I mean what do you do for a living now?" 

"I'm a masseuse," she smiled, "and I keep busy-I have to if I'm going to pay 
the rent to live in these Lake Shore Towers." 

"I envy you," Terry smiled. "You probably have a lot more fun than I do. I 
just stay at home when my husband is gone, and he's gone a lot, damnit." 

"You think a lot of Brad, don't you?" Laura asked cagily. Turning to look 
into Laura's blue eyes, Terry told her, "I think the world of him, Laura. 
When I have him in my arms-that's all I want-that's all I need!" 

"Oh, that's beautiful," Laura said sadly. "I used to feel that way too-" 

"But when he's gone, my heaven turns to hell because I get so damned 
lonely." 

"Well, I know what you should do," Laura said quickly. "You should get 
something to do that occupies your time, and maybe gives you some extra 
money. That always comes in handy." 

"What can I do?" 

"You could become a masseuse-like me," Laura said seriously. "The pay is 
good-and it really isn't hard work." 

"But you have to have some kind of degree or something, don't you?" 

"No-no, silly," Laura laughed. "Just good hands and an earnest desire to 
help the people who come to you-Frances will teach you all you need to 
know." 

"Frances Iden-she's the gal who owns the place where I work. Today, one of 
the girls phoned in she was quitting, and lucky for you, she's looking for a 
replacement. Would you be interested?" 

"Would I ever?" Terry smiled, thinking of what the relief from boredom could 
do for her life. 

"What would you do with the extra money? Travel? Get some new clothes? Or 
maybe some new furniture?" Then, as Laura looked around the room, she had to 
admit, "You really don't need a thing. Everything looks so new, and 
expensive." 

"Brad is awfully good to me," Terry smiled. 

"He really is!" 

"I can see that," she nodded, glancing around the room once more 
appreciatively, "but there's nothing nicer than having your own money to do 
your thing with!" 

"I couldn't agree with you more." Terry assured her. 

"Tell you what-tomorrow I'll take you down to meet Frances Iden, my boss-if 
you want me to, that is." 

"Oh, I'd love it," Terry assured her, "I can't thank you enough. I need a 
little diversion-from the boredom when he's" gone. Sure, he's good company, 
and a marvelous lover when he's here, but that only makes it worse when he's 
gone." 

"I understand," Laura smiled, and then as she glanced out the picture 
window, she observed, "Oh-look, the clouds have vanished, and the moon is 
shining on the lake-that's better." 

"It does make everything look better when the moon comes out, doesn't it?" 

"Yes, it does," Laura smiled, as she got up and walked to the door. "Sorry I 
disturbed your TV watching-but I did feel all alone and miserable this black 
night." 

"I'm so glad you came in, honey-and I appreciate your wanting to take me 
over to see what's her name-" 

"Frances Iden, the woman who operates the Roman Massage Parlors. I'll take 
you to see her tomorrow if you want me to." 

"Oh, thanks, I'd love that," Terry told her, as they both said goodnight. 
The very next day Laura came over in the morning to tell her she was going 
to be leaving the place at one in the afternoon, and if she really was 
serious to be ready. 

"Of course I'm serious," Terry assured her, and then she went about her 
household chores with some enthusiasm for she had something to look forward 
to. 

When two o'clock rolled around both Terry and Laura were talking to Frances 
Iden about work. 

"Massage isn't all a bed of roses," Frances warned her, "Sure, the pay is 
good, but it takes work to rub up and down the spine; The spine is the 
switchboard of the body, you know." 

"Yes," Terry nodded, and then Laura smiled. "I'll teach her a few things 
about it if you want me to-we live in the same apartment house." 

"That would be just fine," Frances smiled, "because I'm so busy I don't know 
when I'd ever get time to teach you. Now, when could you begin work?" 

"Anytime," Terry said, "I'm free a lot because my husband travels." 

"Ridiculous," Frances smirked. "What's ridiculous?" 

Frances Iden shrugged, "Ridiculous to leave a girl like you all alone. Too 
many men who have an eye for a beautiful girl." 

"I think too much of Brad-my husband-to play around," Terry smiled. 

"How nice," Frances commented skeptically. "Seldom anybody talks like that 
anymore, it's refreshing to know someone is faithful." 

"Well, I am-and that's the way I like it. Getting this job is just my way to 
kill time, and save money. I'm bored alone." 

"Of course, Terry. Well, we're happy to have you joining us, and I think 
Laura could start right now showing you some of our massage techniques." 

"I'd love to, Laura nodded, eyeing her shapely body. 

"Where?" Terry asked. 

"Why not right here? We have a couple or three rooms-and she can teach you 
in a couple of hours, and then you can make some money today. How does that, 
sound to you?" 

"Beautiful," Terry smiled. "Thanks so much-and how much do I get per 
patient." 

"Normally ten," Frances Iden laughed, "but there are special cases where we 
charge more. It all depends on the service rendered." 

"I see," Terry nodded, not quite sure if she did or didn't see. Quickly, 
Laura picked up the conversation. "Right this way, dear, and I'll show you 
what we have to do." 

She led the way down the hall until she came to a vacant room. Entering, she 
closed the door, and started to illustrate. 

"We should go through it just the way you'll be working on the men who come 
for massage," Laura smiled, taking her clothes off. 

For a moment Terry held back. She wasn't used to watching another woman 
undressing in such intimate quarters. 

"What's wrong?" Laura smiled. 

"Oh, nothing-Iv-I just feel funny undressing in front of another woman like 
this," she said flatly. 

Reaching back to unhook her bra, Laura said, "You mustn't!" As she observed 
Laura's giant-size knockers flash into view, she found herself strangely 
intrigued. And then Laura slid out of her panties. Reaching into her 
handbag, she brought out a skimpy half-cup bra, and a pair of skimpy, tight 
fitting white nylon hot pants. Sliding into them, and adjusting the bra, she 
explained, "This is how we dress!" 

"Nice-real conservative," Terry teased. "Honestly, honey, I don't think I 
could wear a revealing outfit like that. I'd feel absurd dressing so that 
men could turn-on just looking at my tits, and my you know what." 

"Oh, no, it's a business, baby-like any other. Mustn't let pride come 
between you and the buck-now, undress-and I'll show you how it's done." 

Terry undressed, and embarrassed as she felt, she nevertheless thought she 
might as well let Laura have her way. After all, she had put herself out to 
bring her down, to meet her boss, and she wasn't going to disappoint her. 
She stripped down to her panties, and bra and slid up on the massage table. 

"Baby-the men we rub are naked." 

"They are?" Terry gulped. 

"Of course, baby-you can't give a body shampoo, and a good body massage 
unless the man is bare ass naked." 

"Alright," she agreed reluctantly. Getting off the massage table, Terry 
stripped, and as she let the bra fall off, the panties slip down, Laura got 
an eyeful. 

"You're beautiful," Laura sighed, in response to the sight of her beautiful 
breasts, with their dark red circles, and erect nipples, and the brown 
triangle of hair between her legs. 

"Am I safe?" Terry laughed. 

"I don't know," Laura admitted chuckling. "You've got a body that won't 
allow you to be completely safe with anybody." 

As Terry lay on her stomach, Laura began rubbing her back. She pressed down 
on the nerve centers along her spinal column explaining, "All the nerves of 
the body connect here. So, we deliberately focus our fingers on the spine. 
Press, with the fingers, rubbing in small circles at each place on the 
spine. This really relaxes the man." 

"That's hard work," Terry observed, as she felt Laura's hands gliding over 
her body, and then Laura let her hands sweep like velvet over her soft 
behind. 

"How does this feel, honey?" she asked huskily. "Heavenly-" 

"Well, that's just the sensation you've got to produce for these men who 
come to you. They've got to get carried away, or they won't tip you very 
much." 

"Do we get to keep the tips?" 

"No, we've got to split fifty-fifty with Frances Iden. She's real particular 
about that. As a matter of fact that is why she fires half the girls." 

"Greedy, isn't she?" 

"Well, no-it is her place, and these body shampoos, and specialized rubdowns 
in private settings are all her ideas. So I guess she has a right to her 
cut." 

Now, Laura's hands were wonting on her inner thighs, and much to Terry's 
surprise, she was feeling a delightful sensation as her hands rubbed her 
there. "Like?" 

"Love it," Terry assured her. "You're very good at it." 

"That's what they tell me," Laura laughed, as her fingers began pressing, 
kneading, massaging Terry's buttocks. 

"Don't hesitate to play around with their butts," she declared. "They love 
this!" 

"So do I," Terry sighed. "It all feels so fantastic-I don't want you to ever 
stop." 

"Good," Laura said softly, "now turn over-" 

Terry turned over, and Laura's soft hands slid over her body. Reaching for a 
small bottle, she smiled. "We use this special oil to rub them down. It lets 
our hands glide all over the body and smoothly-that's the important thing." 

Terry understood the meaning of her words for the smooth movements over her 
body were subtly stimulating, but the way she massaged her breasts 
captivated her. Laura had a way about her as she used both hands, gripping 
the breasts, pinching them lightly, and generally keeping the hands sweeping 
down the body in different directions. 

"Part your thighs," she smiled. Terry spread her legs. As she felt her hands 
sweeping down her inner thighs, she became so stimulated she could hardly 
believe it. This was another woman, and this woman totally turned her on. 

Sensing this, Laura let her fingers work around her now moistening mound. 
She inserted her fingers and kept up a diddling display of action that 
caused erotic desires to flourish within her loins. 

"Ohhh-ahhhh-I can't stand it," she panted. "This is too much-too much." 

"Is it?" Laura smiled, enjoying the movements so much she felt herself 
moistening. Then, with her fingers moving effectively she knew she had her 
right where she wanted her. She promptly proceeded to let her own flimsy bra 
slip off, revealing her great breasts. 

To Terry's total surprise, she found looking at the girlfriend's breasts 
stimulating. But, she got another sight when Laura slid out of her hot 
pants, putting her proud vagina on display. The shaved slit surprised her. 

"You shave it," she commented. 

"Some men like it shaved," she smiled, and then she got up on the massage 
table with Terry, letting her legs straddle her. She reached out and 
massaged her breasts as her own breasts hung before Terry's startled eyes. 

"Oh, Laura, this does feel good," she assured her, "really good." 

"You've been a turn-on with me ever since I moved into the place," Laura 
frankly admitted. "Why shouldn't two women enjoy each other?" 

It didn't take long for the two women's bodies to collide in pleasure. Laura 
bent over farther, allowing her breasts to touch her girlfriend's breasts. 
And then as their bodies crushed hard against each other, she started 
kissing the other woman passionately. And to her surprise, the other woman 
loved it. She Frenched her for a moment and then let her tongue slide out 
and started licking her face. 

"Gee, but you look beautiful to me," she smiled. "You really do, baby!" 

"Anybody ever give you a tongue-bath?" 

Terry shook her head, her eyes now glazed with lust and hot desire. 

"I will teach you then," Laura smiled and she let her tongue sweep down her 
body, focusing on each nipple, and then gliding to her vagina. 

She licked at it impatiently, as turned-on Terry groped for her head, and 
guided her over it. 

"Ohhh, yes, baby-eat me-r-eat my pussy," she panted, remembering all too 
well how her husband enjoyed getting down there and licking. The tongue jabs 
continued, and she could tell that Laura actually knew more about producing 
pleasure in her body than her own husband did. This was surprising to her, 
but she was mentally free enough to accept the fact, another woman could 
generate all kinds of sexual excitement in her body, and she was quite 
capable of enjoying it. 

""Eat me," she begged her hot-blooded girlfriend. "Eat my cunt!" 

She loved the freedom she was reeling that would allow her the opportunity 
to enjoy the superb tongue skill of a member of the same sex. 

"Lick it, honey," she urged her on, as the electrical thrills raced up and 
down her spine. Laura's hot hands held her in place, as her mouth pressed 
down on her vagina, licking excitedly. It didn't take long for Terry to gush 
as she felt the passion build, build, and then explode. The hot juices were 
eagerly licked up by her girlfriend. 

And as Laura moved away, she looked up, almost as if she was asking 
approval. 

In response, Terry smiled. "It was beautiful baby, I really enjoyed it." 

Then, Laura said softly, "No woman is free until she realizes passion 
doesn't depend upon gender. It depends upon the fire she sees in the eyes of 
her lover." 

"I couldn't agree with you more," Terry told her quickly, and then added, 
"I'm curious-do you just go for women?" 

"How ridiculous of you to ask me," Laura laughed, "of course not. That is 
what I meant by freedom. I'm free to love man, woman of beast-" 

"Beast?" 

"I mean a nice dog, a friendly dog with some training." 

"Training?" 

"They have dogs for that you know, or didn't you know?" 

"No, I didn't" she said in remarkable surprise. 

"Sure, women have loved dogs for years, and I don't wonder why-some dogs are 
more capable of giving satisfaction than some men-depends upon the dog, of 
course." 

"Of course," Terry gulped, hardly able to grasp the idea of having sex with 
a dog. 

"Does your husband go down on you?" Laura smiled, and when Terry didn't 
immediately reply, she shrugged, "Maybe I'm out of line in asking." 

"No-no, you're not out of line. It's just that I'm not used to discussing 
intimate details of my sex life with anyone." 

"You're free now," Laura giggled. "Free to do or say anything you damned 
well please about sex-isn't that great?" 

"Yes-yes, it is," Terry nodded. "I'll admit for the first time in my life I 
can talk about 'fucking'-that's right-'fucking', I just like to hear myself 
use the word because I used to think it was a dirty word." 

"Fucking is the most beautiful word in the dictionary baby," Laura laughed. 

"But it isn't in the dictionary," Terry insisted. "I looked." 

"I should say 'vocabulary'," Laura smiled. "A big bunch of prudes get 
together and call it 'intercourse'-but did you ever hear a man say, 'I want 
to intercourse you'-no, he'll say, 'C'mon chick, let's fuck!'-but a lot of 
fuddy-duddy people are so hung-up on the subject that they're afraid to call 
a screw a fuck. But a fuck is a fuck-IS a fuck!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The very next day Terry was prepared to handle her first customer. Frances 
Iden had fitted her out in the customary skimpy bra, and hot pants. She 
glanced at herself in the mirror, as she prepared to take on her first 
customer, and she gave herself an approving note, breathing softly. "Not 
bad-not bad at all!" 

And then, her first customer entered. He was a husky blond man, with curly 
blond hair, intense blue eyes, and with a wry smile he asked. "You, Terry?" 

"Yes," she smiled. 

"Well, I'm here to get a body shampoo and a massage," he grinned 
good-naturedly 

"Alright," Terry smiled, leading him past the massage table, and opening the 
small-louver door that opened to the tile shower. 

"Come in here," she said, and then reaching for a bottle of shampoo, she 
promptly began pouring it on him. 

"That feels good," he grinned at her. 

"Get you real clean," she nodded. "Alright, now-you're ready-" 

"You didn't apply it all over," he informed her. "I'll turn around and you 
can rub it over my back and over my butt." 

Terry did as she was told, and then, adjusting the shower to a comfortable 
temperature, she gestured, "There it is-ail ready!" He stepped into the 
shower, and it didn't take long for the bubbly, soapy shampoo to cleanse his 
body. But all the time the water was playing across his body, he was looking 
at her with hot desire burning in his loins. 

"You're new here, aren't you?" he smiled. 

"Yes," 'Terry nodded, "but I think I'm just as good at giving a massage as 
some of the old girls are, I'll tell you that-" 

"Good," the virile, young blond man smiled, his penis suddenly lengthening 
as he looked at her, and then she broke his concentrated glance by reminding 
him, "You are here to get a massage-aren't you?" 

"Oh, yes-yes," he laughed, a bit embarrassed that he hadn't tried to conceal 
his attraction. He lay on his stomach, and turning back to her smiled, "I'm 
ready-" 

"Alright," she nodded, and her harms began sliding over his back ever so 
smoothly. Using some of the body massage oil, she found it easy. Focusing 
her fingers on the spine she tried to rub deeply at the spinal nerve 
centers, and as she did so, it caused her husky male patient to comment, 
"You know something; you're very good at this ... you really are!" 

"Thank you," she said, and went on rubbing. Finishing the deep massage on 
his spine, she moved down to his buttocks. Gripping the flesh, she began 
kneading it, just as Laura had explained to her. Then, she let her hand slip 
between the crack in his behind and he told her quietly, "I'm enjoying 
this-yes-yes, this feels fantastic!" 

She sensed that directly behind his balls, around the prostate, he was 
finding it particularly pleasurable. By pressing down hard, she was managing 
to achieve quite a bit of success. 

"Ohh, do I like that-you've got a great touch " he told her. "Yes-that feels 
fantastic-say, maybe you could do some other things for me-" 

"You know the regular price," she reminded him, "and just the body shampoo 
and massage are included in the ten dollar massage." 

"There's twenty more in it for you, if you'll do what I want you to," he 
smiled. 

"What do you want?"- 

"I want you to undress and get up here with me," he informed her 

"Alright," she agreed, "bat don't forget the extra twenty-" 

"I never do," he assured her, and instantly she realized he was a regular 
customer, and that the place was no more than a flimsy front for selling 
sex. 

Terry took her time stepping out of her hot pants, and she removed her bra 
last, All the time the blond male was watching her closely. 

"Oh, you look great-a real beauty-say, make sure that door is locked-" 

Returning to the door Terry tried the lock again. It held fast. "I check 
this the moment a man enters the room!" she smiled. Then, going back to the 
massage table, she asked, "What do you want me to do?" 

"That's what I like," he grinned excitedly. 

"What is what you like?" 

"You're asking me?" he explained. "A lot of these know-it-all dames try to 
tell the man what they'll do. You didn't put it that way at all. You told 
Tie what you would do-anything I want-" 

Not wanting to disappoint or disillusion him, Terry nodded, "As you like 
it-" 

Then he got down to business. "Well, the first thing I want, honey, is to 
feel those juicy knockers brushing against my butt. I know that would be 
nice and stimulating." 

Terry went over to the table, got up on it, and let her generous-size 
breasts brush across him there. He became immediately excited. 

"Ohh, does that ever feel good to me," he panted. "Ahhh, yes-yes-" 

She noticed he was pushing his behind up, and wiggling his buttocks all over 
the place. She liked the idea of him pushing to her, as she pushed down to 
him. The double action of buttock-wiggling, and breasts brushing created 
erotic excitement for both of them. 

"Now, honey-use your tongue-" 

She began licking on his back, and continued the breast brushing, but the 
man knew what he wanted, and-explained, "I mean on my butt-lick my ass." 

This was a long distance from massage, but Terry realized now that anything 
goes, and she knew it wouldn't be fair to cheat him out of the stimulation 
he had every right to expect. 

"Alright," she agreed, and she moved farther down his body. And his ass 
arched up, and his hands went back, as he spread the cheeks in open 
invitation for her tongue to commence it's lovemaking at his anus. 

Closing her. eyes, Terry let her tongue slide but, and she started licking 
the inner walls of his buttocks. This was what the blond man required to 
complete his erotic excitement. 

"Oh, yes, honey-that's what I like-your sweet tongue licking on my sweet 
asshole." 

Now, the disdain she had originally felt for licking out his asshole 
vanished, and she suddenly found herself enjoying it.. She liked the 
anonymous factor. This was a man she'd never seen before, would probably 
never see again. He only knew her first name and she didn't know his name at 
all. A nameless asshole, a nameless tongue, connecting in a most intimate of 
genital relationships, and yet a very meaningful one. One in which every 
part of the body was accepted, loved, kissed, licked, petted. A surge of 
delight, and joy welled within her, and she vowed, she'd give this man the 
most fantastic love-making he'd ever had in his whole life. 

"Oh, wow," he exclaimed, as the realization that this woman was on fire with 
her tongue, passionately licking, lashing, stimulating him there. His behind 
wiggled in response to the pleasure he felt going through his body, and she 
intensified her tongue manifestations of sexual excitement. 

"You like this, huh?" he smiled. "Got a nice ass-ohhh, baby-this is 
beautiful-beautiful!" 

Terry's "tongue slid up there smoothly, and he held his ass cheeks apart for 
her, making it easy for her tongue to slide up there, and love. 

"Yes! Yes! Faster! Ohhh-just like that! I'm flipping out, baby. 
Ohhhhh-ahhhhh, that's it. Slide that tongue up there: honey! Fuck it! Suck 
it!" 

It wasn't taking him long to discover just how much this new girl was 
enjoying eating his asshole out He knew he'd give her more than twenty for 
action like this. But now wasn't the time to tell her. He was just glad that 
Terry's tongue was on fire for his hot asshole, as she jabbed up there 
savagely. 

"Lick it," he cried excitedly. "Lick my asshole out-ahhh, ohhhh-yes-yes, 
baby," lick that asshole!" 

Terry was swiftly discovering that as she would enjoy it more when her 
tongue' slid up there, that he'd arch up all the more, allowing her easy 
access. 

"How's that? Can you get way up there?" He delighted in the erotic sight of 
her: face being buried in his behind. He liked the idea that he had a woman 
who'd do him with enthusiasm, and not this half-hearted mechanical-sex. He'd 
had enough mechanical-sex for a lifetime. 

"Eat it, baby-eat that asshole. Lick it! Yes-let your tongue go way up 
there. Ohhh, doesn't that taste good! Suck ass-suck it, honey, suck it!" 

Terry felt no conscience pang for this magical moment of sexual ecstasy. 
Instead, it all seemed like a dream. A dream come true. The man's blond body 
reminded her so vividly of a young man she dug in high school. He'd tried to 
get her to go down on him at a drive-in movie, but she'd objected. Always, 
she hated herself for not satisfying him, especially after she learned how 
common oral sex was, discovering about ninety per cent of the young people 
were copulating like this all the time On a regular basis, and if made her 
hate herself for losing him. 

Being dark, she was forever finding herself fascinated with" light-skinned 
men. They always held a tremendous fascination for her. 

And what was so remarkable about this man was how clean his entire body' 
looked. The blond hair gave his skin a golden haze, and even the blond hair 
in his behind made that more appealing. The body shampoo had cleaned him off 
completely, and the fresh scent of the oil she'd rubbed on his buttocks was 
pleasing, but what appealed to her was his enjoyment of this act. She'd 
never seen a man turn-on like this-and the warmth of his asshole even 
appealed to her tongue. She liked her tongue being pressed tightly in the 
asshole, as he'd grip it, and release it, all the time holding his ass 
cheeks parted, allowing her superb entrance. 

"Drive it up there! Farther! Farther girl! Yes! Ohhh, baby. Do I like that? 
Yes, I do! Lick it, I like it, lick my asshole!" 

Indeed it was a revitalizing experience for both of them, as she had given 
total tongue stimulation, and added, the touch of her fingertips to the 
sensitive area behind his balls.. 

"Baby," he panted, "I'll blow my mind if you don't, quick-gobble down, my 
prick!" 

She realized from his wild ass. wiggling that he was indeed nearing the 
moment-when his penis had to be satisfied. She slid her tongue out, and 
licked the sides of his. asshole, as she did so. Then, the blond man-turned 
over, and flung his penis into her face. 

"How's that for size? he smiled "Doesn't it look good?" 

"Sucking good," she nodded, and she pulled the penis-to her mouth, marveling 
at the size, of his throbbing male member. Lavishing the head of it with hot 
tongue licks, she produced a series of high-voltage, sensations that sent 
the sexual excitement surging through his body. 

"Ohhhh--ahhhh, baby, lick it!" 

Terry knew enough about oral sex from satisfying her own husband's desires 
that she determined not to rush it. She let her tongue lick around it 
gently, and then copping the head of it with her mouth slowly started a 
sucking action. 

This was followed by a sucking, trick her husband had taught her, when he 
was coaching her in cocksucking. That was letting the lower lip drag over 
the glans portion of the penis. Instantly, the blond man's body quivered as 
shivers of sexual pleasure raced up and down his tingling spine. 

"That's great. Suck it like that. I like it when your lip drags over my 
dick. They got you trained real good." 

Inside, Terry laughed for she knew he'd flip out if he knew it was her 
husband who'd trained her, and that he represented her first client at the 
Roman massage parlor." 

"Come on, cocksucker, eat that dick," he rasped, enjoying once more the 
excitement of speaking humiliating words to her. "Eat it, you hear baby-suck 
that cock-suck it off!" 

Insomuch as he was her first customer, she decided to do some 
experimentation in cocksucking, to determine what methods and what 
techniques could produce the most intense pleasure. 

She alternately would suck smoothly on just the head of the shaft. Then, she 
would vary her mouth movements, letting her mouth move down to the base of 
it. 

"That's it-that's it, cocksucker," he Commented happily; enjoying her 
mouth-sucking intensely. "But baby-don't forget my nuts-play with them." 

Her hands went down to his testicles, and she tugged on them. 

"Not so hard-" 

Without taking her mouth off his penis to reply, she fingered his testicles 
much more gently and he patted her appreciatively on the head indicating she 
was doing it right for him. 

"Take it all in," he demanded. "Let it slide down your fucking throat." 

"Yes-yes, baby!" he panted as he pushed it down her throat and began 
throat-fucking her in earnest, with both hands on her head guiding-her. 

Terry didn't take her fingers off his testicles as she continued to find 
super-excitement in his cock-stabbing down her mouth. 

"Ohhhh-ohhhhh-yes-yes," he cried. "That's it-you're opening up-Open sesame!" 

The juicy penis promised her a delicious load of sperm, and she could just 
imagine how much he'd shoot into, her mouth, as he, stabbed in earnest. She 
was curious to know if all men deposited the same amount of sperm in a 
woman. 

She was eager to know if she would enjoy his juice as much as she always 
enjoyed the cum-load her husband shot to her? She could see some sense in 
variety. While all men were-endowed with genitals, nevertheless she was 
discovering the lie to endowment equality! The blond man's penis wasn't much 
longer than her husband's penis was, she calculated. However, it looked 
thicker. 

"Ohhhhh-ahhhhhhh-I'm almost there," he panted, as he pushed-it down her 
throat, "I'm-ohhhhhhhh!" 

He said no more, but his penis spoke for him, as he got his-rocks off, 
sending a thick, creamy load of hot sperm down her willing throat, "Eat it!" 
he demanded. "Eat my gook, "you cocksucker-eat it!'" 

No amount of debasing admonitions lessened the thrill, it only increased 
the-intensity of the keen pleasure she felt as he plunged it into her. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhhh, yes-suck it-stick it out!" 

The virile, young, muscular blond man pulled himself far enough out, so she 
could finish sucking in her mouth, instead of losing the cum-taste, as it 
flashed down her throat. 

"Ahhhhiiieeeowwww," he grunted, as he felt her suck the juices proudly out 
of his penis, and he just as proudly shot once more, turned-on in an 
electrifying manner as he was. 

"Eat me," he begged. "Eat it up!" 

She marveled at the newest discovery she had just made. Indeed-there was a 
difference in sperm loads, and to her great surprise in the taste of sperm 
too. 

This man tasted sweet, and she liked the taste of his juices. Her husband 
had a bitter flavor to his sperm she didn't like as well. This annoyed her, 
for now she felt a curiosity surfacing about how other men might taste. 

When he'd finished shooting, she slid smoothly off him, and he complimented 
her. "You're the best chick in the place-you really are! Some of them dames 
are mechanical fuckers. You put a twenty in their twats, and they light up, 
and fuck, and suck! But they don't put no feeling into it-like you do!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The blond man gave her twenty and tipped her ten. The next two men who-came 
for massages didn't ask anything out of the ordinary. When she went off 
duty, Frances Iden, with a knowing smile asked. "And how much did you make 
in tips?" 

"Thirty," Terry replied. 

"Yon may keep fifteen, dear-and we split on the men who get the regular 
massage-I pay once a week." 

"Thank you," Terry told her, and then she started to leave. 

"Wait up," Laura called after her. "I'll give you a lift! Here-wait up." 

Terry slowed down, and the two women walked out together. They didn't 
discuss the evening's activity until they were driving home. 

"How did it go?" 

"Alright, I guess," Terry replied, still having some misgivings about her 
involvement in the wild sexual activities. 

"Well, baby-it takes time to get used to it, I suppose." 

"I suppose-" 

Noticing Terry wasn't too talkative, Laura picked up the slack. "What did 
some of the men want you to do?" 

"Only one wanted some action-" 

"Well, what did he want?" Laura asked, obviously curious for details. 

"He wanted somebody to suck his ass out," Terry said frankly. 

"And did you?" 

"Ye:, I did," she smiled. "And you know what?" 

"What, baby?" Laura asked, eager to know her response to the evening's 
action. 

"I sucked him good! I think I sucked his ass out better than any other chick 
ever did." 

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Laura giggled. 

"Don't be surprised, baby-but I am-terribly ashamed." 

"Why should you be?" Laura demanded, braking abruptly for a red light, and 
turning to look directly into Terry's eyes. "After all, you were just trying 
to please him. Lots of men would give anything if their wives would give 
them a little stimulating action like that. But, instead they get shunted 
off and out of despair-they come to us." 

"Yeah, but what would my husband think?" Terry said tightly, practically 
seeing Brad's hands around her neck, wringing it. 

"Baby," Laura admonished her, as she drove into the Lake Shore Towers 
garage, "He'd be furious-of course. That would only be natural. But, if you 
got a load of all the sucking and fucking he's doing on those business 
trips. You'd be just as uptight, let me tell you." 

"Do you think he plays around plenty?" 

"Well, I'm sure he does-if he's like the men I've met in my line of work. 
They're on expense accounts, and they mark us down as entertainment-isn't 
that sweet of them?" 

"Real sweet," Terry shrugged. Laura-got out of the car, and Terry followed. 
As they went up the elevator, Laura smiled, "You need a nightcap-why don't 
you drop into my place before you turn in. Your husband is gone-so you might 
as well." 

"Why not?" she smiled, and when the elevator came to the right floor, they 
both got off. 

"Doesn't it make it convenient for us both to live on the same floor?" Laura 
smiled. 

"Yes-it does," Terry nodded agreeably. 

Laura opened the door for her, and she went in, and walked over to the blue 
sofa and sat down. She admired the white shag rugs, the pink marble cocktail 
tables and the pale sofa. The apartment was feminine, and beautiful--just 
like Laura. 

"What can I fix you, dear?" 

"Vodka and orange juice," Terry smiled. Soon the two women had their drinks, 
and were looking out on Lake Michigan's choppy waters. A loud clap of 
thunder sounded, and then the rain began coming down in buckets. 

"We just made it," Laura moaned, "and am I ever glad-I hate to drive in the 
rain on Lakeshore Drive. They don't slow down one bit-and that's why they 
have so many accidents when the pavement's slick with rain." 

"Laura," Terry said, after a drink had loosened her up, "could I have a 
refill?" 

"For goodness sake's yes," she replied, "I'll bring the bottle over. Just 
let me get the fireplace going. We need to have something to warm us un on a 
rainy night." 

Going over to the fireplace, she lit it. The flickering light through the 
shiny brass fan cast a warm glow. 

"A little music," she smiled, turning on the stereo, and then going to the 
bar and bringing the bottle back, she put it-down with a thud, "-and a 
little booze." 

Eagerly, Terry reached out and poured herself a drink. No sooner had she had 
that one downed, than she had another. 

"Aren't you overdoing it?" Laura smiled nervously, sipping her drink slowly. 

"I don't know-am I?" Terry laughed, kicking her shoes off. 

"Take it all off," Laura laughed, baby, it running around my house stark 
naked makes yon happy-strip!" 

"Not a bad idea," Terry slurred drunkenly. 

"Not a bad idea, at all-at all!" 

Soon she was parading her naked body around the house much to the complete 
distress of her girlfriend. 

"It's a good thing I don't have a horny boyfriend coming over tonight," she 
observed. 

"I-I love that Hawaiian music," Terry giggled, as she let her body move to 
the romantic music of the islands. 

But, Laura well knew the meanings of the young woman's uninhibited naked 
dance movements, as she wiggled her middle when the music called for it, and 
flopped her bottom around, as well as her breasts perilously close to 
Laura's face. 

"Why don't you dance with me?" Terry smiled. "In the buff?" 

Shaking her body rhythmically in perfect time to the music, she slurred, 
"How else, honey? Doesn't everybody?" 

"No," Laura assured her, "Everybody doesn't, but I-will-J like to be in the 
nude-when you've got a good body-why not let it be seen? Right?" 

"Right, sweetheart-right you are," Terry giggled through a drunken haze, now 
dancing-slowly to the sound of the violins, and the firelight cast a 
glamorous aura around her body as Laura turned the lamp off, and began 
undressing. 

"I need another drink," Terry insisted. 

"That's what you think. You don't need another drop, now, just relax, take 
it easy, baby!" 

Laura didn't take long to bare her body, for this was the moment she'd 
worked to get to for a long, long time. As she let her panties slip off, and 
her bra fell to the floor, she stood there, proud and naked. 

"Dance, girl, dance,' Terry insisted, "Like one of those topless, bottomless 
babes, my husband likes to watch in those smelly old beer bars-shake it-" 

To her surprise, Laura knew how to put some emphasis into her hip movements, 
flinging her breasts around so they were tantalizing, and appealing. 

Applauding, Terry told her, "You're tremendous!" Laughing drunkenly, she 
said, "You were tremendous, luv-you really were! Just then, the loud clap of 
thunder sent drunken Terry into a tizzy. "Wha-What was that?" 

"Just thunder, honey-that's all!" 

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the living room like daylight, and 
the two naked women looked at each other. 

That look told the truth. They were totally turned on, and eager to get in 
bed together. They ran to each other, and as the thunder clapped again, they 
squeezed together. It was as if they pressed together as a protection 
against the angry storm. The moment their breasts crushed against each 
other, the electricity flashed through their bodies. And, pressing together, 
their lips met in a passionate kiss. Now, Terry knew only a woman's breasts 
pressing against another woman's breasts, possessed the impact and 
stimulation that was happening to her now in this erotic moment. 

As Laura's arms went around her, slipping down to her buttocks, she opened 
her mouth, and Laura's tongue slid inside. Together, their tongues excited 
each other. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhh-yes-yes, I-I like that," Terry panted. 

"Let's lie down in front of the fireplace," Laura suggested, "I'll get a 
beach towel and be right back." 

Terry went over to the fireplace, watching its light as it forever rose and 
fell in a ceaseless rhythm all its own. When she heard Laura coming behind 
her, she was so fascinated with the firelight, she didn't even turn around. 
When she did, she had a big surprise. There was Laura, with a dildo strapped 
to herself, and the striped beach towel stretched out for them to perform 
the act. 

"Oh, Laura," she giggled in nervous surprise, "You-You've got one of 
those-those-" 

"Dildoes, darling-dildoes,-" 

Instinctively, Terry knew what to do. She wanted to feel another woman 
thrusting inside her, so she stretched out on the towel, and the shadows and 
light from the fireplace, filtered through the fan-screen gave an eerie glow 
to Laura's body as she straddled her, and started sliding the dildo into 
her. 

Oh, baby,-" she sighed, "I love it. I just love it!" 

Her arms opened, and as the dildo slid smoothly into her slit, she got 
another look at Laura's shaved vagina. The plastic penis rode her, and she 
gripped it tightly 

"That's it, darling-just relax,-and let me love you," Laura whispered, 
bending over to kiss her face, licking her eyelids, and moving down to her 
lips. Soon their mouths were pressed together, and then their tongues 
threshed around to touch excitedly. 

Now, Terry's hands groped her back, reaching down to her behind, massaging 
her girlfriend there, in the same way she did for her husband when he was 
balling her. 

"Fuck me-fuck me," she begged Laura and her insistence acted as a catalyst 
to Laura's emotions, sending her into a frantic round-of thrusts. 

"Like'-this, baby?" she panted, as she pushed it into her. "Sure, honey-you 
want to get fucked! Well, I'm fucking you now, baby-you bet your sweet ass I 
am-as good as any man can do it too!" 

"Faster!" Terry begged, her hands gripping her behind roughly, urging her 
female lover on. 

She clasped the dildo in her vagina as she would her husband's thrusting 
tool. And, if anything, it was more pleasurable she felt, as. the way in 
which Laura would brush her breasts against hers was igniting her. The 
nipples touched her nipples and she thought she'd flip out 

"I love this-I love it," she moaned in delight, as she felt herself nearing 
climax. "Oh, Laura, darling, fuck me-fuck me," she begged. 

Laura knew she had a woman who not only swung, but might be more this way, 
than the other. This inflamed her own passions, as she thought of having sex 
with her the first time she laid eyes on her. She loved the way she gripped 
the dildo with the muscles of her vagina, and she enjoyed watching Terry 
turn her head this way and that, as her lust-crazed eyes begged for more 
hard thrusts. 

"I love you, baby," Laura said softly, and to her delight, Terry said the 
same thing, in turn. "Oh, Laura-don't think I don't love you-I do." 

Her passionate pleasure grew as she felt her body shaking in anticipation of 
the nearing, soaring climax. 

"Now-now, drive it in there-fuck me-fuck me like a man-fuck it!" 

Laura rode her, and then it happened. They both clasped in climax at the 
same fever-pitched moment, their breasts pressing once more against each 
other, their lips pressing passionately as their tongues slid into each 
other. 

"Ohhh, darling, that was beautiful," Terry sighed, as Laura pulled her 
dripping dildo out of her, getting up and walking across the living room 
quickly. 

"This thing is dripping," Laura laughed, "I'm on the run-catch you later, 
honey-" 

Laura headed across her bedroom, dripping, and into the bathroom where she 
unstrapped the messy dildo. In the meantime, Terry watched the firelight, 
and listened to the soft music-and dreamed. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Terry got up, and followed Laura. She saw her in the bedroom, slipping into 
her blue negligee. 

"My, but don't you look nice?" she smiled, as she lay on the still-made bed, 
"I guess I'll bunk with you, baby-if you don't mind." 

Rushing over to her, Laura smiled, "Oh, I'd love to have you with me all 
night-but I've got somebody coming over at two o'clock-I-I can't." 

"You have?" 

"Yes," Laura smiled, "It's business if you know what I mean-" , "I think I 
do-yes, I think I do-it's undoubtedly someone you met at the Roman Massage, 
right?" 

"Yes-" 

"I read you-but, why can't I stay-?" 

"Alright, luv-why not? I'm sure Jerry wouldn't mind-and I know I wouldn't." 

"Thank you darling," Terry nodded Glancing over at the clock she observed it 
was ten to two. "Oh-I-I guess I can't be naked like this when he comes." 

"No, darling-wear this," Laura insisted, going to her closet, and picking 
out a violet negligee for her to wear. "This ought to look real good with 
your coloring." 

"Yes-I'm sure it will," Terry enthused, standing, slipping it on with some 
help. 

"Baby-you lie down here, and I'll clean up the living room-we've still got 
that beach towel spread out before the fireplace." 

"And my clothes-they're all over the floor," Terry remembered. 

"Mine are too, dear-I'll get them all picked up so the place looks like 
something when he comes over." 

Laura hustled into the living room, and hastily she picked everything up. 
Then, she heard the chimes, and knew Jerry was there. Answering the door, 
she smiled un at him, "Hi-how are you?" 

"Just fine," he smiled, as be stepped inside. It didn't take Laura long to 
observe she'd forgotten the booze bottle in the middle of the cocktail 
table, along with a couple of empty glasses. Scurrying over to the table, 
she tried to get them back to the bar before he noticed them. 

"Well, I guess they got out of here just in time for me to make it," he 
commented crisply. 

"Oh, no," Laura laughed, "My girlfriend Terry and I had a little drink--" 

"Cozy-" 

"It was-as a matter-of-fact, Terry is here now-in my bedroom." 

"Is that right?" he chuckled, "Well, maybe if you've got her, you don't need 
me-two's company-three's a crowd!" 

"No, silly." Laura laughed, gliding over to him to give him a close look at 
her breasts and vagina in her see-through blue nylon negligee. When she was 
at close range, so he could get all the view he wanted, "Three is an orgy!" 

"If you say so," he nodded, "but the price is the same-one hundred bucks. 
You can split, you can give her a quarter, whatever you want-that's up to 
you!" 

"Oh, Jerry-you're an angel-she'll be so happy. She's a new girl at the 
massage racket. Broke her in tonight!" 

"That's nice," Jerry nodded, "bring her out. I always appreciate good 
scenery." 

"You'll appreciate her, because she is beautiful scenery!" Going to the 
bedroom, she hustled over to tell Terry, "He's hot for the idea, honey-he 
won't give me any more loot-but I'll give you half of it-okay?" 

"You don't have to-" 

"I know I don't have to do anything-but I want to," Laura reassured her, 
kissing her cheek softly, and whispering, "Be a good darling, and do 
anything he wants you to--okay?" 

"Anything you say is okay with me!" 

"You're a darling," and Laura kissed her again. Then, she tugged at her, 
pulling her off the bed with her hand. "Baby, we better get out there or 
he'll think we're having the orgy-without him! And that would never do!" 

They went into the living room together, and as they walked through the 
door, Jerry stopped them. "Don't move! Stand right there," he smiled, "The 
beauty of both of you comes out when you're next to each other-wow-let me 
drink this in." 

"Oh, Jerry, what are you drinking," Laura laughed, "Meet Terry-she's my 
neighbor here at the Towers-and I got her started tonight at the Roman 
Massage parlor, isn't that nice?" 

"It sure is," Jerry grinned, unzipping his pants, "Come over here, Terry-I 
got something for you!" 

Without taking his eyes off Terry, he kept unzipping, and finally he reached 
in and pulled his penis out of his pants. The huge throbbing male member 
stood out, its knobby head glistening. 

"C'mon, Baby," he insisted, "It's all yours-every sucking inch-" 

"Go ahead, darling-I'll mix some drinks for us while you're giving him a 
blow-job." 

Terry could hardly get over how casually both Jerry and Laura thought about 
sex. She suddenly felt a revulsion sweeping through her. But Jerry felt only 
hot anticipation, as he looked at her, through her with his penetrating 
brown eyes, holding his penis out for her. 

"Thata' girl-crawl over-" 

"This really isn't my- 

"I don't care what is really or what isn't really yours-just so you suck my 
cock. Now, get over here and wrap your hot mouth around my prick and suck me 
off-understand?" 

He said it so severely, for a moment she thought she was dealing with a 
sinister gangster. Her thought was amplified when Laura warned her, "Jerry 
can play rough-" 

"But only when I have to," Jerry smiled without humor. She got the message, 
dropping to her knees and crawling across the room. 

"Get the lights down low," Jerry insisted, "I like to fuck by firelight." 

Instantly, the passionate time she'd spent with Laura before the flickering 
firelight on the beach towel flashed into her mind. That was so right-so 
beautiful, and this seemed so revolting, and wrong. 

"Come on, baby-you're on," he smiled, as he watched her crawling. 

The sight of her debasement made Laura flinch. She had. great feeling for 
this beautiful, young woman and it repelled her to realize that she was 
reduced to this-crawling on her knees to suck a cock-for a lousy hundred 
bucks. Yet, she had to admit that this debasement of herself had been the 
thing that had triggered her from the bottom of the heap to the top. Where 
she was peddling it as a waitress, was not very rewarding. Yet, strangely 
the men down there didn't demand all the twisted sex these rich bastards 
did, and it made her burn. Trying desperately to conceal her own feeling, 
she laughed, "Baby, better hurry up and get there-cause I'll get on my knees 
if you don't!" 

"You see, honey," Jerry smiled; "Laura knows a good, juicy cock when she 
sees it" 

Then, Terry was before him, and her hand went up to his hard, thick penis. 
She cook it, grasping it tightly, squeezing it slight and then she started 
sucking on it. It tasted fantastic to her. She licked the head of it 
gingerly with her tongue, and then, she used her other hand to jiggle his 
testicles. Jerry was turning on now: The sight of a woman reduced to 
crawling, or kneeling before him when he held his rod oat had a way of 
really exciting him. 

"Suck that prick," he smiled "Go ahead-open your mouth!" 

She opened her mouth, and he put himself in. His hands went down on her 
head, guiding her. 

"Ohhh, yes, baby-now you're sucking!". And how she sucked! Passionately, and 
without inhibitions at last, Terry let her mouth slide the length of his 
penis. 

"What have you got your eyes closed for?" he demanded, "Open your eyes and 
watch it--it's a beautiful cock-enjoy it!" 

And then, she slowly opened her eyes-watching as she would pull off, and 
suck up. She found it was pleasurable to see his balls hanging out of his 
pants. The casual way he had taken his penis out, proudly displaying it 
before her had excited her. Now, she saw it's saliva-slickened surface, its 
veined, pulsating flesh, and she found the sight of it-not revolting, but 
vastly appealing. 

"Ohhh-yes,-yes, baby!" he panted, as he pushed it to her, "That's it!" 

Utilizing her cocksucking technique, she let the penis drag out of her 
mouth, and then she'd suddenly slip it back in, as it quivered in its 
anxiety to be sucked upon. 

"Come over here," he told Laura, "Come on!" 

Laura went over. "Yes, luv-what do you want?" 

"You can eat my ass out while she sucks my prick," he smiled, "Get your 
mouth off me while I take my pants down," he told Terry-Terry let his penis 
slip free. 

Then, he slid his pants and shorts down, and spread his legs, so Laura could 
have access to his behind. 

"This is what I like-two sucking women-one eating my ass out, while the 
other has a juicy load coming to her from my dick-it's the only way to fly!" 

Laura wasn't in a particular mood for an ass suck, but she had learned long 
ago that what she felt about the sex act she had to perform was not the 
point. The important thing was what the other person felt-the paying 
customer. 

Reaching up, Laura parted his buttocks, and let her tongue lick all around 
his anus. At the same time her girlfriend pulled his hot, loaded penis back 
into her mouth and started sucking. Now that Laura was using her mouth on 
his genitals too, she found it much more pleasurable. 

"Hey, hey-is this ever great?" he panted in delight. "This is what I call 
juicy!" 

Laura licked all around his asshole with her tongue making darting, stabbing 
movements. Then, stiffening, she jabbed it up there with hard, driving 
thrusts. 

"Ohhh, yes-yes," she heard him pant as she invaded his tight anus, and she 
was glad for his response for when she knew she was generating erotic 
delight with her tongue sliding up there, it triggered her to perform 
better. 

With the completion of the tongue sliding up his behind, Terry gripped his 
penis firmly in her hand, and sucked vigilantly. 

"Ohhh, yes, yes-suck-suck it," he' demanded, "That's the girl! Let me drive 
it down your throat, baby. I want to throat-fuck you like this!" 

He illustrated with hard, sliding jabs down her throat with his male member. 

"Ohh-ahhh, yes, that's it-suck me baby-open up-farther!" Faster, and harder 
he pumped his meat into her mouth. 

At the same time, Laura was enjoying his gripping his anus muscles tightly 
around her tongue as he stabbed his penis down her girlfriend's throat. She 
felt like a harem lover, sharing a man. 

"Ohhhh, ahhh-yes-yes, eat it-eat that dick!" 

His body was beginning to sweat as he got steamed up, but what both Laura 
and Terry enjoyed now was his thrusting pace. He was a very strongly sexed 
man, and his thick, long sliding male member probed down her throat, anxious 
to extract all the erotic delight possible. 

It was with some difficulty now that Laura managed to keep her tongue 
thrusting up his behind. As he tightened to stab, it started to slip. 

Noticing this, he warned her, "Baby, keep your tongue stabbing my butt-I 
like it way up there-far as you can go!" 

She gripped his buttock cheeks firmly, and burying her face in his behind, 
managed to jab her tongue quite a distance up there. 

"Ohhhhh! ahhhhhhhh! Yes, yes, that's it!" he declared as he saw how 
pleasurable it was now that she was forcing her tongue high up his tight, 
hot asshole. 

Paying attention now to the woman impaled on his penis, he let his fingers 
clench her head, run through her hair, as he lustily thrust it down her 
throat. 

"Now-now, baby-keep . your mouth tight around it-I'm almost-I'm almost 
there," he panted as he rode her. Terry could smell the sweat on his body, 
as he got more turned-on. And she found she even liked the sweat smell of 
sweat on his swollen testicles. 

Now, that wonderful feeling of oneness came to her, the feeling she always 
got when she was fastened to a man with her mouth. She was enjoying it so 
much, she wished he'd never shoot off, for then she could keep her mouth on 
it. 

"Eat it, baby-eat it!" he smiled down at her, "I'm loaded, honey! When I 
shoot this gun, baby-you're going to get a hot mouthful!" 

Terry nodded slightly, but not so much as to disturb his thrusting, and he 
instantly read her nod. 

"Oh, baby, you're too much! You like cock! You like cock juice! Go after the 
juice! Lick it! Suck it, baby!" 

And then it happened. The hot, sperm explosion-and Jerry instantly pulled 
back, almost throwing poor Laura over, as he tried to make sure Terry got a 
big hot mouthful of his creamy substance. 

"Suck, baby, suck," he panted, the pleasure surfacing, racing up and down 
his legs, up and down his mind, blowing his mind. "Oh, eat my ass-eat it 
out!" 

Laura shared with both of them this moment of orgasm, and she felt her 
vagina moistening. She loved to see a man obtain the ultimate orgasm, and it 
was with the total lack of inhibitions sexually, she knew this was possible. 
It made her feel free, and she only had pity-not the least trace of 
contempt-for those poor, unfortunate souls living in the sexual Dark Ages. 
She wished they too could experience for one erotic moment the passionate 
delight she always experienced when she made a man come, the way he wanted 
to make it, whatever that might be. 

Terry continued devouring his sperm-load, and she again marveled at the 
amount of difference there was from man to man. Jerry had a distinctly sweet 
taste to his sperm, and she noted it was creamy and thick. Jerry could tell 
from the way she sucked on him, that she was indeed enjoying it. 

"You like that, cocksucker?" he smiled at her. She nodded, as she got off 
him, and Laura slipped her tongue out of his behind, getting to her feet. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Well, didn't we have a good time?" Laura smiled, "I think this calls for 
some champagne to celebrate-" 

Laura hurried over to the bar, and popped open a bottle, gracefully picking 
up three champagne glasses and coming over to the cocktail table, where she 
placed them and poured them. 

The three of them sipped champagne and joked. As the fireplace cast its 
light and shadows across the room, Jerry smiled, "Say, I really hit the 
jackpot tonight, didn't I?" 

"Of course you did, sweetheart," Laura smiled, "You always get a good 
screwing when you visit Laura's place!" 

"That's the truth," he nodded, "But it isn't everyday you get a stud like 
me, is it?" 

"Well, no," Laura laughed, "would you like some more champagne?" 

"No," he shook his head, "I'd like some more fucking!" 

"What would you like to do for seconds?" Terry smiled at him. 

"Eat your sweet snatch," he smiled back at her. She ran her fingers through 
his hair. "You a good tongue man?" 

"Oh, a real artist with my tongue, baby-I know just how to make love to it 
down there!" 

Patting her vagina, he chuckled, "And I'll use that dildo on Laura's ass, 
while my dick jabs it to her cunt." 

"What kind of-of fuck, is that?" she asked, finally finding it easy to spit 
the word 'fuck' out of her mouth. 

"Come on in the bedroom-and I'll show you," she replied, rising and walking 
to the door. 

They went back into the bedroom and promptly proceeded to get into their 
respective places. Laura went for the dildo, and she insisted, "Now-get off 
the bed so I can strap this thing on you, baby!" 

"Sure, luv," Jerry chuckled, getting a big charge out of the preparation for 
the double invasion. He stood up, and she slipped the dildo in place. Then, 
she fastened it securely. As Jerry looked at his reflection in the mirror, 
he couldn't hold back a big laugh. "Do I look ridiculous?" 

"You do, baby-but you're going to feel so good!" 

He got back on the bed and spread out for her. 

"Let me fit myself first," she insisted. 

Getting up on the bed and straddling him, she called for Terry. "Terry, 
honey-you guide the dildo up my asshole, and I'll guide his shaft up my 
slit." 

"Sure, honey," Terry said agreeably, and as her hands touched the dildo, she 
discovered it was sticky. "Oh, this is sticky-" 

"Of course it is," Laura smiled, "I don't want that thing gliding up my 
asshole unless it is well oiled, honey-well-oiled." 

"That it is," Terry assured her, as she held it in place and watched it 
slowly sliding up her anus. At the same time, the penis-shaft was slipping 
up her vagina. 

"I envy you," Terry said with a giggle, "You're really getting 
fucked-front-door, and back-door, oh, Wow!" 

"You can try this sometime," Laura assured her. 

"Get your snatch up here now, and let me suck on it," Jerry demanded. 

She moved to the front of the bed, and spreading her vagina out over his 
face, felt his hands grip her buttocks. 

"That's the girl," he grinned as he pulled her closed to him. "Yes-I like 
the view from here!" 

"Don't like it so much you don't pay attention to your fucking," Laura 
snapped, determined to derive the most possible enjoyment from the hit 
thrusts of his penis in her vagina, as well as the slick sliding of the 
dildo in her anus. 

One thing, Terry observed about her lover's technique. He took his time, he 
didn't rush it like her husband did. If only Brad could watch, she thought. 
But of course if Brad was watching he'd go out of his cotton-picking mind. 

"Ohh, I like the way your tongue tickles my twat," she smiled at him, 
"that's it, baby-let your tongue slide out there and lick!" 

Jerry's well trained tongue was accustomed to satisfying women, and he 
enjoyed letting it slide, and slap at her hot box before entering. He 
enjoyed the glisten of the juices of her moist mound, even finding the aroma 
tantalizing. 

"You're good with that tongue, honey," Terry smiled, "Yes, you are, baby!" 

"Oh, I'm feeling it," Laura panted, as he pushed the dildo, up her anus, the 
penis up her pussy. "That's it, fucker-ram them cocks-I can take them both, 
baby-both of them!" 

And then she got the idea of reaching out to touch her girlfriend, who was 
quickly becoming sexually adept. Her hands made a play for her breasts, and 
as she toyed with them, she succeeded in offering enchanting double 
excitement to her girlfriend-a woman and a man fondling, loving her. 

"Oh, that feels so good-" Terry sighed. 

"My tongue or her hands?" Jerry asked, glancing up from his pussy position. 

"Oh, both, baby-both!" 

Jerry was proud of his ability to titillate a woman's vagina with his 
tongue. He liked to lick across the hair, and that was why he really 
preferred eating Terry's pussy, because Laura had shaved hers. He knew some 
men dug the shaved slit, but he was a 'hair' man, and proud of it. 

He knew about the importance of buttock massage. And his hands played about 
her there, exciting and stimulating her no end. 

""Ohhh-hhhh-yes, yes," Terry panted, as his tongue licked faster, becoming 
sloppy-sticky, but more intensely exciting. 

"Ohhh-ahhhh, baby-love me-love me!" she moaned. Her moans produced pleasure 
both for Laura, whose hands were working on her quite effectively, as well 
as for Jerry-who was properly proud of his skill in eating snatch. 

"Do you like it when I pinch your titties?" Laura demanded. 

"It's alright, but not too hard, lover-" 

Reaching out, Terry ran her fingers through his wavy, soft, black hair. Sort 
of guiding his head added to her pleasure as well as his. She was amazed how 
much fun it could be when three people cooperated, in an attempt to achieve 
the ultimate orgasm. 

Now, Jerry's hot tongue lashes gave way to his hard-tongued invasion of her 
vagina. As the hot tongue drove inside her box, her body trembled, and she 
shook. 

"Baby, you're shaking," Laura observed. 

"I'm so turned-on I don't know what I'm doing," poor Terry whimpered, almost 
unable to grasp the wild sexual delight she was experiencing. 

Now, Jerry was turning on, with hard, driving thrusts up Laura's vagina. And 
as he would thrust up with his male member, the strapped-on dildo was doing 
its thing. 

"Ahhh-ohhhhh-yes-yes," Laura gasped in glee, feeling the erotic excitement 
her jaded body required to turn-on. As Laura glanced at her reflection in 
the mirror, she feasted her eyes on the sight. There was Jerry, his mouth 
open and pressed upon Terry's vagina, and her hands feverishly running 
through his dark, wavy hair. 

Her hands were on Terry's giant-size nipples, and at the same time, she was 
being double fucked; one throbbing penis ramming up her hot box, the other 
plastic penis doing it for her behind. 

In her sexual ecstasy, she cried out, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! 
Ohhhhh-ahhhhhh-yes-yes-fuck my ass-fuck my cunt!" 

Terry, listening to her impassioned cries decided to talk dirty too, and 
demanded, "Lick my cunt, you pussy-eater-lick it-yes-eat my snatch!" 

She was finding it increasingly simple to say the words that she once was 
too timid to say. 

"Lick my cunt! Lick it clean, you cunt-eater," she said in the most debasing 
manner she could muster. And to her complete and happy surprise, this didn't 
turn-off her lover one bit. If anything, it added to his pleasure. His 
tongue thrust inside her, vigilantly invading her juicy vagina, enjoying the 
scent, and feel of it. The tongue-in-vagina connection coupled with his 
penis stabbing up Laura's hot hole gave him the kind of sensations he 
enjoyed. 

"Eat it-eat it you dirty cunt-eater," she cried, her eyes aglow with 
passion, her body trembling with desire. "Ohhh, Jerry, you're driving me out 
of my gourd. Yes! Yes!!" 

Faster and harder, Jerry's hot tongue lashed into her. He was enjoying the 
action all as much as she was. 

"Suck it, baby, suck it," she panted, "Do it-do it!" 

Together, the turned-on trio soared toward climax. 

"Look at us in the mirror," Laura panted excitedly, "Aren't we a sight for 
sore eyes-the three of us going to town!" 

Indeed the reflection in the mirror told the story. Two women flipping-out, 
as they vigorously continued their threeway. 

"Ohhhh, ram it to me, way up there-that's it-faster, fucker, faster," Laura 
cried out passionately. "Ohhhh-ahhhhh-I want it all, baby-all of it! Fuck 
me! Fuck me!" 

She was pumping up and down now; down on the dildo sliding up her hot tight 
asshole, down on the hard penis stabbing her vagina. 

"Fuck!" she cried, "Fuck it!" 

Her impassioned pleas for sex action brought a response from Jerry who rode 
her hot vagina in quicker, driving thrusts. 

"That's how it's done," she panted, as she felt his throbbing member driving 
farther up her tight, twisting vagina. 

She let her fingernails pinch into Terry's nipples as he rode her faster. 
The intensity of the pleasure demanded she give vent to it some way. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhhh-yes-yess!" she cried out, "Fuck it!" As Jerry threw his 
pelvis up to meet her downthrusts, he felt her vagina gripping, squeezing, 
massaging and exciting him. He couldn't remember when he'd had a couple of 
dames who could produce such complete sexual frenzy. 

"Fuck!" she gasped, as she neared her shattering climax. "Ohhhh-ahhhhh," 
Terry panted, as he lashed her love-button with vigorous tongue strokes. As 
she'd turn, and twist, his hands would grip her buttocks tightly to hold her 
vagina in place so his tongue wouldn't slip out. 

"Suck it," she panted, "Suck my pussy-eat it-" 

She couldn't stand it any longer as her hands clawed into his head, and her 
vagina gushed into his mouth, sending the juices trickling down the sides of 
his mouth. 

"Ohhhhh-ahhhhh-lover, suck-suck me," she panted. The hot tongue lashed her 
liquids, licking, eating them. 

Now, he was winding up his own cock-stabs, as he rode into Laura's twisting 
vagina. 

"Ohhhh, baby-that's it," Laura cried out, as he shot his rocks off in her 
vagina. "Ahhhhhohhhhh!" she panted as the Denis was milked by her vagina. 

Finally, he pulled his mouth away from Terry's sweet snatch, smiling 
delightedly up at her, "Good cunt!" 

"You're a real groovy guy," she smiled, stroking his hair, and patting him 
appreciatively. "You really know how to make a woman happy." 

"Thank you, luv," he smiled, kissing her vagina softly. Laura pulled off the 
proud penis that was still erect, and let her anus slide off the dildo. 

Laura went into the bathroom to douche, and she was followed in by Jerry who 
still had the dildo strapped to his body. And he asked her, "Help me out of 
this dripping dick, honey!" 

"Oh, sure," she smiled, unstrapping him and washing the dildo off. 

Then, they went back to the bedroom, and Terry still lay there, a smile on 
her face. 

"What's eating you?" Jerry smiled, slapping her playfully. 

"Nothing, but I just wondered what my husband would think if he'd been in 
the corner watching!" 

"He'd kill me no doubt," she answered her own question. 

"What about me?" 

"He'd kill you too," she giggled. 

"All this talk about killing-really, luvs, this is a sexual celebration-or 
so I thought anyway," she giggled. 

"We need some more champagne," Jerry smiled, "And you know what-I'm hungry." 

"That's not surprising," Laura laughed, gliding toward the kitchen, "I'll 
fix you something-how about some beef stroganoff?" 

"That would take a lot of time-" 

"It doesn't the way I fix it," Laura assured him, "I've got some chopped 
sirloin, and I can fix that easily with the special mix I have." 

"Beautiful," Jerry smiled, walking naked over to the bar, and opening up a 
new bottle of champagne. He took three glasses, and following Laura's 
example, brought them over to the cocktail table. He popped the bottle open, 
and poured them each a drink. Sitting down, they all watched the fireplace 
and its beautiful cascading light. 

"I'll have a sip before I start our morning brunch," Laura smiled, reaching 
down to pick up her champagne glass. 

"You're going to stay for breakfast," Terry smiled, "I wonder where Brad 
is." 

"Brad?" 

"I'm going to run along and fix our food," Laura said, "and you two can talk 
about Brad." 

"Brad is my husband," Terry smiled, "He's always away somewhere, and he 
leaves me alone. 

"That's a silly thing to do-a gorgeous woman like you should never be left 
alone." 

"Thank you, baby-I only wish my husband's boss thought so." 

"Your husband's boss?" 

"Yes, he thinks Brad is the best trouble-shooter in the business, and he 
sends him off on assignments around the country." 

"Leaving you, poor baby-all alone with the men at the massage parlor" 

"Of course my faithful, question mark, husband doesn't know about my job. 
You see I thought of this as a relief from boredom, and I'm not bored." 

"Why no," he smiled, pouring himself another drink, "A gorgeous piece of ass 
like you working at a massage parlor will never be bored." 

This Terry was finding out-fast! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Just as Laura had said, it didn't take her long to prepare the food for the 
three of them. She served it on her best china, and it did seem strange to 
Terry to be sitting at the table-naked, "What are you giggling at?" Laura 
demanded, when she noted poor Terry couldn't quit her laughing-jag. 

"I don't know," she shook her head, "I guess it just hit my funny bone to 
think of us all sitting here stark naked in a dining room." 

"There's nothing funny about nudity," Jerry smiled, "It is man's natural 
state. All these silly looking clothes we've created for ourselves, as our 
disguises-they are the real funny offenders." 

"That's a fact," Laura nodded, as she helped herself to another serving of 
food. The early morning sky was lightening at last, and Terry smiled as she 
saw it. "We were up all night-and I never even noticed it." 

"We were having fun," Laura explained. "But after we eat, it might be a good 
idea for us to take a little rest-before we resume our sexual festivities." 

"Alright," Jerry agreed. A few moments later the three of them headed for 
the bedroom, and the king-size bed. Laura pulled the thick double drapes 
across the windows which kept out the light. And then, throwing the sheets 
back on the king-size bed, she led the way. Jerry followed, lying in the 
middle, and Terry way on the other side. 

"I wonder who is sleeping with Bridget Bardot right this minute," Jerry 
joked. "Why do you ask that?" 

"Oh, I always ask myself nice questions like that before I fall asleep. It 
lets me fall asleep with a nice hard-on just thinking about those gorgeous 
women, in bed-naked and-" 

"We're here to get some sleep-stop all that sex talk," Laura insisted. The 
three of them fell asleep after a few more moments of small talk, and when 
they awakened, he had his penis pressed tightly against Laura's behind, as 
she faced the other way. His erection awoke her, and she turned to tell him. 
"Stop pushing that thing at me!" 

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it," he insisted. 

"What would you like for our next good time?" Terry said, rubbing her hands 
gently on his back. 

"How about the sex wheel?" 

"Sex wheel?" Laura asked Jerry, "Never heard of it!" 

"Well, you're hearing about it now," he insisted. "I fasten my mouth to 
Laura's snatch, and then Laura sucks your pussy Terry, and you eat my dick!" 

"That's a wheel?" 

"Urn hmmm," Jerry chuckled, "Now, let's start rolling!" The three of them 
began arranging themselves just as he had suggested. Throwing back the 
bedclothes, he began licking at Laura's vagina. And then Laura arranged 
herself around so that she was sucking on Terry's hole, while Terry-in 
turn-gripped Jerry's penis, and began licking its head. 

The wheel began moving, as he licked away first at Laura's behind. He spread 
her buttock cheeks, and started licking. Seeing how much she was enjoying 
this, he saw no reason not to make it a real turn-on. And then he stabbed 
her behind with his tongue, driving it up there savagely. 

She wiggled, and he held her in place, admonishing her, "Look, baby doll-if 
you wiggle your ass around much more I'll have to fasten you to the bed!" 

Laura stopped her wiggling, allowing his tongue easy access to her hot 
behind. Now, Jerry stiffened and jabbed his tongue up her hot asshole, as 
she wiggled down over it. 

"Yes, yes," he panted, "That's it, baby-what a sweet ass!" Taking his tongue 
out of there, he started licking her shaved slit. She wiggled in delight, as 
his tongue lapped, and licked along her most intimate portion of her 
anatomy. 

At the same time, Terry had her mouth working overtime on his penis before 
she popped it into place. She licked up and down the length of it, allowing 
her tongue time to tickle the testicles, and then she decided, why not suck 
them in too? Opening her mouth, she took one testicle in at a time, and 
slowly sucked on them. Her tongue whipped around them with hot desire, and 
she suddenly let both testicles fall into her mouth as she smoothly sucked. 
The passionate moment gave her a lift. 

And then, she found herself enjoying Laura's mouth at her vagina. Laura's 
hot tongue swept gingerly over her pubic hairs, deliberately avoiding the 
jabbing action until she had her properly stimulated. 

Again, it flashed into her mind that her husband Brad would kill her if he 
caught her, but the passionate pleasure she was experiencing licking on 
Jerry's joint, as well as the delight she felt as Laura licked her vagina 
was almost overpowering. The three of them were totally uninhibited, as 
their bodies merged, faces fused against sex organs. 

"That's it," Jerry took time out to tell Terry, "Suck the cock! Suck it 
good!" 

Vigorously, she sucked on the penis, as just as vigorously, he drove it down 
her throat. 

He went back to eating Laura's vagina, while Laura licked at Terry's twat. 
The one who lead the sex parade was Jerry. His cockthrusts down Terry's 
throat set the pace, and then Laura followed it as she sucked on Terry's 
vagina, and he let his tongue slide into Laura's moist hole, at the same 
tempo as he drove his penis down Terry's throat. 

"That's it-suck-suck it!" Jerry cried out as he came near orgasm. The hot 
penis stabbed down her throat so far she thought she'd choke on it. 

"Ohhhh, baby, you're going to get a juicy load in another minute-we're 
almost there! Yeahhh!" 

And then he gave it a final cockthrust as he shot his wad down her throat, 
sliding back, making it possible for her to suck it out of the head. She 
quickly slid back, and let the creamy come splash in her mouth. 

"That's it, Terry baby-eat my juice! Doesn't it taste good, baby-eat that 
prick!" 

Now, Terry had become so turned on, she juiced, and Laura's hot tongue 
lapped it up. In the meantime, Jerry got his tongue back in Laura's vagina, 
so he could lick her dripping goodness as she came too when she brought 
Terry to climax. 

At last the wheel was complete; the sex wheel, where each participant has 
his face fused to the genitals of the other partner. 

They finished on a passionate note, as they began slapping each other's 
behinds playfully, continuing licking until Terry slid off his penis, and 
lay back. 

"Now, I get to use it in your asshole," he smiled. 

"You don't mean you still want more?" she said in shock and surprise, "You 
just got your rocks off!" 

"I know I did," he chuckled, "what's wrong with that?" 

"Nothing," she smiled, "I'm oversexed, I'm sorry!" 

"I'm not," Laura laughed. The sex wheel broke apart, and he asked Laura, "Do 
you have some vaseline I can rub on my cock-so I can slide it up her asshole 
easy-" 

"Of course," Laura assured him, "I wouldn't dare be without it-" 

Returning, she handed him the jar of lubricant which he quickly whipped 
around his penis. Then, shoving a finger up her anus, he greased her in 
preparation for the invasion. 

Then, he began giving orders to Terry, "Now, get on all fours and let me do 
you dog style." 

"Alright," she agreed reluctantly, as she got on her hands and legs. 

He came up from behind her, and it didn't take him long until he had his hot 
hands on her behind, and was preparing to thrust inside her. 

"Get your ass in gear," he smiled, "cause I'm ready, Freddy for a wild 
ride-up that sweet, tight butt-" 

She wiggled her ass, turning up to meet his demanding penis. He slowly 
pulled her cheeks apart, easing himself steadily, but surely in. 

Then, he saw Laura walk across the room with a dildo attached to herself, 
and he asked, "Hey, what you going to do with that, woman?" 

"Fuck your asshole, what the hell did you think I was going to do with it. 
You like ass-fucking so much, how about having your asshole drilled for a 
change?" 

"How awful," he panicked, reaching back to hold his hands protectively over 
his firm, round behind. 

"Naughty! Naughty!" she laughed, "If you can shove it-so can I, fucker!" 

She got on her hands and knees, reaching out to pick up the jar of vaseline. 
And then, he slowed down, waiting for her, "I guess we might as well make it 
another three-way," he sighed, "Although I'm not used to this, I can tell 
you that for damned sure!" 

"Once you get used to it-you'll love it," she assured him, "the main thing 
is learning how to relax-I've found that out with some of the fuckers who've 
stabbed my asshole." 

Finally, the three of them were ready. Jerry had his hands on Terry's 
behind, his penis already up to her tight anal ring. Laura, was gripping his 
buttocks, gently prying them apart, for the invasion of her well-greased 
dildo. Now, the action was ready to begin. 

"Why don't we shove at the same time, tiger?" she proposed. "Doesn't that 
sound like juicy fun?" 

"Alright," Jerry answered. 

"I don't think you'll ever get it all up there," Terry told him flatly as 
she felt the huge head, pressing at her anal ring, and finding it so 
obviously difficult to obtain entrance. Finally, he did manage, but with a 
sudden, driving hard thrust, he shot it up there. 

"Oh, baby, do you feel fantastic inside your tight asshole," he panted, 
feeling the pleasure surge through him. "Yes, baby-yes, you do!" 

Now, Laura had to tell him to slow down because she still hadn't gotten into 
him. The first thrust of the penis into Terry's behind had given her the 
unpleasant sensation of being split in two. However, once he got it rolling, 
she was finding it quite enjoyable. 

"Just slow down," Laura demanded. "And let me slide this nice plastic prick 
up there!" 

Jerry slowed his own fucking tempo, "Alright-now, drive it in-but don't kill 
me." 

"I wouldn't do a thing like that to a nice asshole like yours," she assured 
him. 

Now, she had herself ready for the big thrust. Her hands were placed on his 
buttocks, the dildo was in the crack in his buttocks, and she was ready to 
shove it. 

"Hurry up," he insisted, discovering the suspense was the most killing thing 
c' all. 

"Alright, lover," she laughed, and then with a driving, hard thrust, shoved 
it all the way up Jerry's hot, tight asshole. Once it was up there, he found 
he was enjoying it too. 

"Hey, honey, this is groovy-fucking and being fucked, that's what I call 
getting the shaft, and giving it-at the same time!" 

"Right-on," Laura panted, as she pushed it up there, in driving, hard 
thrusts. "Fuck it, wiggle your butt around my dildo!" 

"Like this?" he asked, churning his behind in response to her request for 
action at his end of the action. 

"Yes, baby-that's fucking!" 

Now, the three of them were throbbing with activity. Jerry reached around 
Terry to let his hands grip her breasts. Pinching the nipples was very 
rewarding for him, as he felt new thrust and drove it into her faster. 

"Come on, baby," he begged, "Fuck! Take it all up there, and milk it, 
ass-fucker, milk it!" 

Terry was turned on, and gripping his penis tightly in her hot channel, 
wiggling, struggling to bring him to a hot, scintillating climax. 

"That's it, baby-fuck-fuck-ohhhh, ahhhh, yes," and his hands reached down to 
grope her. His fingers diddled her, and she felt a new pleasure building, as 
she. joined him in her own passionate effort to achieve another climax. 

"How does it feel sliding up there?" Laura panted as she pushed her dildo 
higher up his rectum. 

"Just great," Jerry enthused, "This is what I call ass-fucking!" 

"I just wish I had someone shoving his meat up my butt," Laura declared. 

"You can't have everything," Terry told her 

"Looks like you have, honey-fingers in your snatch, and his cock up your 
asshole-you can't complain!" 

"Grab it, baby-ohhhh, ahhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Jerry gasped, as he 
felt his sperm-load shoot. 

"Ahhhhh-ohhhhh-yes-yes, fuck-fuck-fuck it," he begged her as he rutted her. 
Now, she was so hot, she gushed, and he got his fingers full of her hot 
juices. 

"We made it together," he panted, "Oh, hot baby-this is fun!" 

Just then, Laura achieved her climax. "Hold tight! Yes! yes! Harder, 
baby-harder!" The dildo thrusts got her so excited, she juiced, splashing 
herself all over his buttocks. 

"Hey, what's happening?" Jerry kidded her, as she pressed against him 
tightly, enjoying this moment immensely. 

"Oh, Wow," Laura sighed, "What a wild time we've had of it!" 

They disentangled their bodies from each other and the action was over. 
Jerry asked, "Mind if I take a shower?" 

"Not at all," Laura assured him, and then Terry thought about Brad. "What if 
Brad should try to phone me?" 

"You can always tell him you were making it with me," Laura suggested. 

"Oh, he'd just love that, I'm sure," Terry frowned, and her troubled 
response caused Laura to suggest, "Baby, if it bothers you-you'd better 
scram!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sure enough, when Terry walked into her apartment, the phone was ringing. 
She answered its insistent ring quickly. 

"Hello-" 

"Where in hell have you been?" 

"Who is this?" 

"It's me-Brad-your husband. Remember you did have a husband!" 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Terry said, trying to make her voice sound casual, "I was 
over at Laura's place." 

"Laura?" 

"You know the woman across the hall." 

"What were you doing there all night?" Improvising quickly, Terry replied, 
"We were talking. She was telling me the story of her life, and what a 
tear-stained epic it was too." 

"Well, I'm glad to know you're alright," Brad said relieved to know she 
wasn't facing any real difficulties or hardships. 

"When are you coming home, luv?" she asked quietly, "You know how much I 
miss you-" 

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, "but I've got to go to Phoenix when I finish 
here in Denver-" 

"More trouble?" 

"What else?" Brad said, disgust tinging his tone, "Seems like there's 
nothing but trouble with these franchise restaurants." 

"How long will you be there?" 

"I can't say for sure," he told her frankly, "I have to solve the problems 
in the place before I can come home." 

"I'll be thinking of you," he said, "And don't give me a scare like that." 

"Everything is under control," she said softly, "And just remember I miss 
you, and I do love you." 

"I love you too, darling," he assured her, "and we're going to be together 
soon!" 

After he'd hung up, Terry didn't have time to take a moment's breather 
because someone was at the door. 

"Coming," she called out, and when she opened it, there stood Laura. 

"Come in, baby," she smiled, "Did I just have a scare!" 

"Well, let me tell you some good news first. Jerry gave us one hundred and 
fifty bucks for the good time we showed him. Here is your half-" 

"Oh, I shouldn't," Terry said, pushing the money back, as the recent voice 
of her husband on the telephone made her guilt feelings surface. 

"What do you mean you shouldn't?" Laura sighed, "You earned it, didn't 
you-didn't you?" 

"Alright," Terry smiled, taking the money, "Always can use some extra 
bread!" 

As Laura sat down, she said, "I envy you, Terry-maybe I'm doing the wrong 
thing by introducing you to my way of life." 

"Baby, I was so bored with Brad away half the time-I welcomed a little life, 
believe me!" 

"But this isn't right," she said quickly, "And I'm sorry I ever got you 
started-honest to God!" 

"Knock it off because I was enjoying myself. I don't feel guilty anymore. 
Why should I? He's probably out catting around right now-if I know him. When 
he's home he has to get his fucks on a pretty regular basis. So, honey, when 
Brad is away from home, don't worry-he's still getting plenty of action if I 
know him." 

"The closest I ever came to marriage," Laura explained, "was when I fell in 
love with Dennis." 

"You never told me about him-" 

"I don't tell hardly anybody about him. Dennis was my only real love. I met 
him when we both were in college. He had such a happy, spirited, exciting 
way about him that I couldn't help falling in love with him." 

"Why didn't you marry him?" 

"For a very good reason," Laura smiled, "I was from a very poor family, and 
he was from high society if you know what I mean." 

Terry nodded, "And so you never saw him again!" 

"Oh, no," Laura smiled, "We were head over heels in love, and he had to 
express what he felt for me. So, we got an apartment near the college. He 
lived in the dorm, but spent most of his time over at my apartment. In this 
way his snobbish parents didn't have to know their son was stooping to go 
with a girl at my financial level." 

"Did you enjoy him?" 

"Did I?" Laura smiled, "That cat taught me all I know about sex. He was 
Italian, and they are fantastic lovers. I'll never forget the first time he 
made me go down on him." 

"How was he?" 

"Hung like you wouldn't believe," Laura smiled, "We were necking at a 
drive-in, and he was getting hotter and hotter. He took my hand and put it 
on his pants, and I felt his hard penis. I was intrigued-and fascinated and 
secretly wanted to see what it looked like." 

"Did you unzip his pants?" 

"Oh, no," Laura smiled, "I'd never have been that bold way back then-." 

"So?" 

"Well, Dennis pulled his big old dick out, and said, 'suck this for me, will 
you?' I looked at it, and blurted, 'go suck yourself, I'm sure as hell not 
going to!" 

And then, he grabbed my neck, and forced me down over his throbbing pecker. 
I'll never forget that first time. There was a drop of cum on the big old 
head of it, and I didn't want to put my tongue to it." 

"But you did," Terry smiled, totally fascinated with Laura's account of her 
first time. 

"Yes, honey, I did," she laughed, "His hand pressed me down over his meat, 
and I glommed onto it with my mouth and when he said, 'suck if, I sucked 
it." 

"You liked it?" 

"Yes, yes, I did. It was an unusual experience and the most exciting part 
was when he shot his load off in my mouth. I was repelled at first when he 
shot his gun off, but as he held me tightly over his cock, and demanded I 
suck-I discovered I enjoyed the taste of his sperm. It was cream, baby-pure 
cock cream!" 

"You really loved him, didn't you?" 

"You know it," she smiled, "Like I never loved any man before-or since." 

"It's too bad you never married him." 

"Yes, it's a dirty shame," she nodded, "I could do anything to Dennis's body 
that he asked me to because I loved him. Like the time he demanded I eat his 
ass out. I'll never forget it. I'd been giving him a back rub, and he asked 
me to rub around his nuts, massage his prostate gland. Men love to be rubbed 
there, you're finding that out at the Roman Massage, aren't you?" 

"Yes, I am," Terry smiled, "Go on-I'm curious to know how this young college 
kid got you to eat his ass out-" 

"He wasn't too tactful about it," Laura laughed as she recalled that day 
long ago in their apartment bedroom when she was a college girl. 

"He began wiggling his butt around, and I slapped him on the bare behind. He 
asked me to do it again, and I did. Then, he said I should kiss it. So I 
bent over, and meant only to kiss his buttock cheek, but he wouldn't let me 
stop there. He threw his ass up in my face, smothering me almost, and begged 
passionately, 'Please, honey-lick my asshole-I've always wanted somebody to 
do that for me!' And, naturally, I objected, 'I'm not going to eat anybody's 
ass out,' I told him flatly, and that was that, but he kept insisting, and 
when I saw that little-boy innocent look on his face, I just melted, and my 
tongue went down there, and I started licking. He arched his buttocks up to 
me, and I quickly learned how most effectively to use my tongue around his 
asshole to excite him the most." 

"Did you stick it way up there?" 

"Sure I did. He wouldn't let me just lick around the asshole-oh, no-he 
wanted to have it pumped up there with piston-precision. So, I just let 
myself go, and thrust it up there and gave him a tongue-fucking he could 
never forget!" 

"Oh, wow!" Terry sighed, "You sound like you had a marvelous good time with 
him." 

"We really did have a ball. I'll never forget when I decided turnabout was 
fair play and asked him to go down and eat my pussy." 

"Would he do it?" 

"No, dammit," she laughed, "he wouldn't, but I cut his water off, telling 
him flatly, 'If you won't eat me-I won't eat you', and he went down 
then-because he'd go out of his mind if he thought for one moment I wouldn't 
lick his ass out for him, or suck his cock off. We did the sixty-nine then, 
and I dug the idea of being sucked, while I was sucking. It was democratic 
and delicious!" 

"You are a riot-I just think it's a shame that you didn't marry him-" 

"I couldn't," Laura continued, "Never! But, it didn't stop us from having 
more sex after he got married. His folks picked out the girl they thought he 
should have, and he went along with them. She was a nice girl-but frigid!" 

"Real nice," Terry laughed, "And then you came along to provide some action 
with your hot bod-right?" 

"Mind reader," she smiled, lighting a cigarette. 

"Sure, when frigid wife wouldn't perform-Dennis came to me. He got so he 
enjoyed it Greek style." 

"Greek style?" 

"You know-up the grand canal-ass fucking to put it bluntly, baby-did Brad 
ever try it on you?" 

"Yes, he has-he likes it from the backdoor," she nodded. 

"The first time he announced he was going to slide it up my asshole, he just 
had me throw my legs around his neck, and then he rammed it up there." 

"And I bet you loved it-every inch of it-" 

"I did," Laura smiled, "Although at the time I thought he was being awfully 
cruel. I rebelled, and kept moving my butt about so he couldn't get it in. 
Finally, he told me, that if I'd get on all fours, he'd grease his cock and 
slide it in slowly." 

"Did you cooperate?" 

"Certainly," she smiled, "when I knew it meant that much to him I thought it 
would be ridiculous to make a big thing out of it, so I got on all fours, 
and watched in the mirror while he slid his big old thing up there." 

"How did it feel at first?" 

"You know," Laura laughed, "Like it's going to tear you in two-but I 
survived!" 

"And enjoyed it?" 

"Very much as a matter-of-fact," she explained, "I never knew there was so 
much sex sensation up there-but there is-and when a man is gentle, the way 
Dennis was-it's no big thing!" 

"You should have married him-" 

"I know," she smiled, "but he listened to what his parents said, and he 
followed their wishes instead of his own heart." 

"Did you see him after he married?" 

"Yes, I did-we couldn't stay away from each other-even though it was driving 
his wife crazy to find out who he was seeing on the side." 

"I bet you hated living like that." 

Laura rubbed her eyes, holding back the tears. "Of course I did, but it's 
amazing what you'll do for someone when you love them-I found that out." 

"Did you live near him?" 

"On the other side of town-that was safest. He helped me with the rent of my 
apartment, and we really had a great time when he could get away, but after 
we'd fuck up a storm, he'd have to kiss me not goodnight, but goodbye, and 
that hurt." 

"I'm sure it did." 

"He was such a fabulous lover, and when he told me she wouldn't ever go down 
and suck him off, it made me dislike her all the more. He was a handsome, 
appealing man. Why shouldn't she service him? I could hardly keep my mouth 
off his proud penis, yet, he belonged to her." 

"Legally," Terry smiled, "but two people car only belong to each other in 
their hearts. It's not what's on a piece of paper, that really counts, it's 
what's in the heart." 

"That's the way I look at it too," she replied. "Well, they took a trip to 
Switzerland in the winter to go skiing. They were going to have a 
rip-roaring time of it, and he begged me to go along. Insomuch as I'd never 
met his mother or father, and they had no idea what on earth I looked like-I 
thought I would venture it." 

"How nice-you got to go to Switzerland in the winter!" 

"But it wasn't so nice," Laura said sadly, "One day Dennis was skiing, and I 
was watching him. With all of the Americans around there, I figured they'd 
never notice me and they didn't. Of course, he couldn't speak to me, but I 
just enjoyed watching him skiing down those ski-runs. And then it happened-" 

Laura faltered. She seemed as if she couldn't go on. 

"Then, what happened?" 

"Dennis had an accident. Coming down that awful run that day he broke his 
neck. I wanted to rush over and tell him how much I loved him, but I 
couldn't. There they were. His parents, and his wife-and I stood there 
helpless, unable to cry out in my moment of agony-having to see him die, and 
suffer, when I'd have given everything I own in this world if I could have 
kissed him goodbye." 

"You have suffered, haven't you?" 

"I have-" 

They were silent for a moment, and then Laura said sadly, "I've never been 
hung-up on any man ever since that happened. It was bad enough I couldn't 
marry him, but it was oh, so much worse to watch him die that day." 

"You mustn't let such sad thoughts affect you, baby-you see I always figured 
you were the frivolous type," Terry admitted, "I never once had you figured 
for a gal who'd been through the mill." 

"That's good," Laura sighed, brushing the tears aside, "When you've got to 
keep going in the game of life, you can't conk out on a bitter note-no 
matter what-I've learned my lesson-the hard way, as they say." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The women parted, and went about their chores that had to be done for the 
day, but at night, Laura asked her, "Are you going to work tonight?" 

"Why not?" 

"Good-maybe we can find some more playmates," she suggested. "The money 
always comes in handy, doesn't it?" 

"It does, indeed," Terry agreed. 

When she got to the Roman Massage parlors, Frances Iden called her aside, "I 
have an unusual opportunity for you," she smiled, "Two men who have asked me 
for one masseuse--think you could handle them?" 

"Alright," she smiled, "But I can't massage two men at one time." 

"That you won't have to worry about," she chuckled. She led the new masseuse 
up to her own quarters, and said, "Sometimes, when I find it profitable-I 
utilize my own bedroom." 

"How cozy," Terry smiled, and when she went in, she didn't find it quite so 
cozy for two naked men were sitting on the bed. "Terry, meet Del and Ron-" 

Del was a slim, young man and had freckles, sandy hair, and green eyes. Ron, 
by contrast was shorter, olive skinned, with dark brown hair, and intense 
brown eyes. Both of them were sitting in chairs, stark naked, and when Terry 
entered the room a smile broke across their faces, and they chorused, "Hi, 
Terry-" 

"Hi, Del-Hi, Ron-" 

"Well, I guess I'll leave you two with our masseuse, and I hope you enjoy 
the massage:-" 

"Don't worry, we will, Frances," Del assured her. 

"The girls ire getting better all the time," Ron smiled, as she made a 
rather hasty exit. 

"We hit the jackpot tonight, didn't we, Del?" Ron told his buddy. 

Then, as if the idea all hit them at the same moment, they all looked at the 
king-sized bed with its white sheets, and white pillows. 

"I guess we might as well get started on the-the massage," Del chuckled, 
"and I think the best place for a body massage is on the bed-don't you?" 

"Of course," Terry smiled, "It always relaxes a man to have his nerve 
centers rubbed down before he has sex-" 

Del went over to the bed as did Ron. They both stretched out, and Del lay on 
his stomach. 

Terry sitting down on the edge of the bed and began massaging him. As her 
fingers pressed down on his nerve centers he felt the tension ease, and 
relaxation sweep over him, and then she moved down toward his genitals. She 
let her fingers massage his warm inner thighs. The electricity was turned 
on, and he wiggled his behind, spreading his buttocks. 

"Play with my butt, baby-I like the feel of your fingers on me down there." 

"Alright, luvs," she smiled, and then she let her hand wander between his 
buttocks, tenderly, gingerly massaging him there. 

She was surprised how much his behind wiggled around, as she played with his 
buttocks. 

"Get down there, and use your tongue," he insisted. His voice became husky, 
his eyes passionate as they focused on Terry, eager to watch her humiliate 
herself. 

"My asshole is tongue-fucking good," he smiled, "go ahead!" Seeing that this 
was part of the sex package deal, Terry saw no alternative, and she let her 
tongue slide along the crack in his behind, and as she did so, she saw his 
behind rising, and his hands gripping his cheeks, assisting her in obtaining 
access to his anus. Finally it was spread before her; tight, quivering, and 
huskily, he insisted, "Suck it, ass-sucker!" 

His debasing words ignited her tongue, and it flipped out stiff, thrusting 
inside his tight anal passage. Sliding it back and forth, she discovered she 
didn't mind this sex; al connection at all. If anything, she was learning 
how much pleasure there was in it for both parties, if they had no 
inhibitions. His body was clean, having showered moments before, and the 
fresh scent of lemon body splash greeted her, as she buried her face in 
Del's firm, round buttocks. 

"Oh, that's great. I never had a chick put her heart into an ass-suck like 
this dame. Lick it, honey! Ass is good for you! Go ahead, and suck on it! 
Yes, baby, yes!" 

His enthusiasm, coupled with her finding it was her sexual bag to be debased 
by this virile, vigorous young stud kept her tongue flipping excitedly in 
and out of his hot asshole. 

"Suck!" he cried out, "Lick-lick that asshole!" Now, he was becoming so 
impassioned, that he had to push into the bed, and massage his own penis on 
the bed as if he was indeed fucking. 

In and out her tongue darted, and his partner Ron was getting so hot, he 
couldn't keep his hand off his own swollen male member. He stroked it 
lightly, watching the sight, and enjoying it to the fullest. The fresh white 
sheets weren't going to be fresh much longer if Terry kept her tongue 
sliding up his behind. They were about to be splotched with his creamy cum. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhh-stop it baby, I want to shoot it in your mouth-take your 
fucking tongue out of my asshole!" 

Reluctantly, Terry pulled her tongue out of his tight channel, and then Del 
said, "Alright, let's get this show on the road-I'll feed you my prick down 
your throat-and Ron can stab your asshole!" 

Terry knew immediately what position they expected. She got on all fours 
with all the obedience of a well-trained dog, and about as much feeling for 
she was swiftly coming to realize that when these men moved in-the vital 
thing was letting them gratify the lusts that they hadn't at home. Now, she 
had to give in, give in-if they said do it on your head, she'd stand on her 
head, and give them an upside down fuck. 

"Isn't that pretty ass," Ron smiled excitedly, as he saw her behind upraised 
for his penis to enter. Spitting in his hand, he applied some of his own 
spit to the head of his penis, making it easier to enter. 

Meantime, Del was on his feet, one hand on his penis, the other on her head, 
guiding his huge, proud penis into her open mouth. She felt Ron's hand on 
her behind, as he fitted his penis between her cheeks, and suddenly thrust. 

She had never conceived of three-ways like this. Two penises, one for her 
mouth, one for her anus. It was nice being so well-supplied with penises, 
she thought to herself, and she was curious to know what the 
double-sensations would be like. She didn't have long to wait to find out, 
for Del wasted no time in shoving his ramrod in her mouth. She sucked on the 
head of it, torturing it with her tongue as she swept around its smooth 
head. At the same time she felt Rod experiencing some difficulty in getting 
his rod shoved up her. But not for long. With a hard, driving thrust he 
managed to get it in there, and ram hard. 

"Ohhhhh, baby, that's wild and wooly," he panted as he pushed his penis into 
her tight anus. She kept her buttocks slowly rotating around his sliding 
prick. 

"That's the girl-swing that ass around for me," he panted, becoming so 
turned-on, his body was sweating. "Keep it up!" She did too, as she found 
the penis in her mouth provided her with such complete sexual ecstasy, it 
acted as a catalyst to her behind, which revolved quickly around the 
thrusting penis. 

"Suck that cock, cocksucker," Del demanded, "You love to give good head, 
don't you baby. You're hooked on sperm, aren't you. Well, I got a nice juicy 
load of it for you-so suck it-suck it out!" 

And then Del gripped her head with both hands, ramming it savagely down her 
throat, enjoying the action immensely. 

"Keep your mouth around it tight-build up the suction," he insisted, as he 
watched it gliding down her throat. Her eyes were closed, as if in reverence 
as she serviced him. The cock jabbing up her tight asshole invaded it 
farther, as Ron drove it in to the hilt, his balls jiggling on her wiggling 
behind. 

"Oh, that's nice," he gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Their naked flesh, was 
fastened together in a chain of lust-one penis linked to her mouth, another 
penis linked to her anus. And the two men found watching her receive them 
was stimulating to them both. It became a sensuous sexual performance, as 
their penises thrust in unison into the one body. 

At this point of passion, Del cut loose with the debasing words that excited 
him, as she sucked, "Eat that dirty cock, you bitch," he panted, "Eat it-you 
like head-now suck it off and be quick about it!" 

The tight anus muscles gripped Ron's sliding jackhammer, squeezing, 
twisting, turning-as he rammed it in to the hilt. "Ohhhh, now, you're 
fucking! More-fuck it!" 

Her voice was cut off, as the huge cock fucked in and out of her mouth with 
a lubricated ease, growing in size with this excitement. 

"Ohhhh, baby, you're doing a good job of blowing me," he panted, as he 
pushed it down her throat, "And I'll reward you, cocksucker-don't you 
worry!" 

Del became so excited he threw his head from side to side, as his hips kept 
humping his cock in and out, and then she felt the hot sperm from his cock, 
hitting the back of her throat, and she swallowed as he came again and 
again, filling her mouth with his juices. She swallowed the slick, warm 
juice his penis was spurting, and then she felt the man stabbing her behind 
with rhythmic, hard, rapid thrusts. 

"Keep your ass churning," he begged, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, baby-keep that 
backfield in motion. Ahhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Encased in her tight 
anal channel, gripped tightly, he felt himself shooting. She was delighted 
to have sperm coming at her from both sides, and she wiggled as he spurted, 
milking him completely. 

"Fuck it," he blurted, "Fuck it some more! I'll shoot it again, baby-there's 
more where that came from!" 

Sure enough, Ron hadn't gone down. His still hard penis was stabbing her 
behind excitedly, and as she felt him building for a second round, she 
didn't stop her pace. Instead, she quickened her anus cock grip at the same 
pace with which he was thrusting hotly inside her, his hands wet, and 
slippery on her buttocks, as he massaged them. 

"Now, baby, now! Ohhhhhhh-ahhhhhh, I'm coming again! I'm coming in buckets, 
baby-squeeze it!" 

Sure enough, she could tell he'd shot another good load of cum up her hot 
hole, and she was only too glad to accommodate him by squeezing it all out. 

Del slid his penis out of her mouth, and went to the bathroom, and shut the 
door, while Ron slowly slid himself out of her anus. 

Now, Terry sprawled out on the bed, and Del was coming out of the bathroom, 
and saw her lying there, her naked breasts, asking to be sucked upon, her 
vagina, eager for action. 

"Why don't you suck her titties while I fuck her with my tongue?" Ron 
smiled. 

"Right-on," Del smiled, as he came over and bent over her breasts, letting 
his tongue lick the nipples, and then biting down on them. 

"That's it-suck me-suck me, baby," she begged, enjoying the mouth, teeth, 
and tongue action Del was administering to her. As he sucked she felt her 
hips pumping and writhing, but Ron was there to fuck her with his tongue. 
His hot tongue lashed across her hairy, moist triangle, and then, he stabbed 
her. She felt the sexual ecstasy surge wildly through her, as he hungrily 
ate her there. 

The combination of the two men sucking on her body was satisfying and she 
ran her fingers through Del's hair, panting, and passionately begging, 
"ohhh, baby-keep sucking-I love it, I love it-" 

Meantime, the hot tongue jabs in her vagina got her so excited she could 
hardly stay still. Close-up, Ron get an excellent look at the attractive, 
hairy triangle. And it was this that added to his delight, as he tongued her 
to climax. He gave her box a variety of tongue action, licking the walls one 
minute, flicking his tongue across her clitoris the next. 

He loved the aroma down there, and as his teeth bit down light on her 
clitoris, she gushed-his tongue rapidly sweeping up her delicious juices. 

"Kiss me, kiss me," she begged Del. Del's mouth pressed on hers, and soon he 
was inserting his tongue in her mouth as if it was a thrusting penis. 

The intense pleasure of his tongue in her mouth, the other one sliding up 
her vagina excited her no end. When it was over, Del wrapped his arms around 
her, and caressed her, "I'm going to come back and get another massage," he 
smiled. 

Ron lay on the other side of her, and he said, "We will come back, Del. 
Terry is ours." 

Patting him playfully, Terry assured him, "Why, of course, we all want to 
make it together." 

But they didn't stay like this for long, for Frances Iden was there knocking 
on the door. 

"Del-Ron," she called out, "We have another guest-" 

"Time's up," Del laughed, "Well, we had a good time-and no complaints." 

"No complaints at all," Ron smiled. "I just wish we had a girl like Terry 
every time we came to your place." 

"Well, thank you," Frances smiled,' "We try to find nice girls to give our 
special massage." 

"So long," Terry smiled. The men both left, and Frances Iden didn't have 
another word to say. She stepped out, and left Terry alone. As Terry looked 
at both sides of the bed where the virile, husky, young lovers had been 
moments before she felt a strange loneliness sweep over her. 

They would never be back again, and it was this that bothered her; the 
sudden realization that the sex-trips were so impersonal. After all, having 
sucked on Del's penis, and taken in Ron's long, hard one up her anus, she 
felt she knew them, to say nothing of the super tongue treatment Ron had 
given her vagina. 

She was tired, so she drifted off to sleep. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

She awakened with the smell of smoke coming to her nostrils. Stirring, she 
got up, and moved about, opening her eyes. Laura lay beside her. 

"Hi, honey," Laura smiled, "Have a good catnap?" 

"Yes," she said groggily, "I guess those two studs gave me a pretty wild 
workout." 

"Well, we've got another customer coming up," she smiled, and as she said 
that a vibrant, husky, dark-skinned man stepped in with a towel around his 
waist. 

"Terry-this is Norm-" 

"Hi, Norm," Terry smiled, "how are you tonight?" 

Tossing the towel aside, Norm nodded, "Beautiful!" And his giant-sizer 
popped into view, standing straight up, rigid. Grasping it, he explained, 
"You know, baby-what I'd like to-I'd like to watch you and her fuck up a 
storm!" 

"How nice," Laura smiled, "Terry and I love to turn-on together, don't we, 
Terry?" 

"Yes, oh, yes, we do," Terry gulped nervously. Norm moved to a chair, and 
sat down. "Now, if you two chicks would begin by licking each other all 
over-we can move on to bigger and better things!" 

"Alright," Laura smiled, taking the initiative, and moving with the 
precision of a Swiss watch. "We'll just get our mouths in line with each 
other's genitals-that should be sucking good!" Terry got her face in her 
vagina, and Laura got her face in Terry's crotch. Now, the women could go at 
it, hot and heavy. Each woman started licking the slit; Laura lashing 
Terry's thatch, while Terry licked Laura's shaved slit. 

"Hey-that's not fair," Norm protested, "I want to watch you two begin with a 
hot ass suck-" 

"Oh, sure," Terry nodded, glancing at Laura's parted legs. She bent over, 
using her fingers to pry her buttocks farther apart, and then she dipped in 
with her tongue and licked all around. Norm bent over, his penis swelling as 
he watched her tongue slide around Laura's tight anus. As the tongue plunged 
into Laura's anus, Norm found himself tremendously excited. He began 
stroking himself with one hand, jiggling his nuts with the other. 

The excitement increased as he pumped faster, and watched Terry's tongue 
stabbing Laura's anus. Then, he glanced over to see how Laura was coming 
with her licking action. Sure enough, Laura was industriously thrusting her 
tongue in and out of Terry's hot hole. 

Something about the shaved vagina of Laura seemed to excite Norm immensely. 
He kept watching, and the more closely he observed, the more stimulating it 
became. 

"Suck that ass out-eat it ass-eater it," he panted as he pumped his meat. 
Now, he was enjoying himself. Watching women debase themselves in his 
presence was a turn-on for him. 

"Go girl, go," he panted, as he pumped, and the two women found his urging 
them on stimulating indeed. He looked closely at Laura's behind wiggling as 
the tongue squished up there, and slid out. 

"Yes, girl, yes," he panted, "Eat that ass-eat that ass out!" The hot 
passion increased as they went to town, and then he wanted to see something 
more. 

"How about sucking cunt?" he smiled. "Let's have some suck-action!!" 

The two girls tore their tongues out of each other's behinds, as they 
prepared for some hot thrusting up each other's vaginas. Slowly licking 
along each other's slits, they tantalized with lapping tongue movements. 

"Lick that cunt-lick it," he cried like a young kid, enjoying a sex 
sideshow, and using his hand to excite himself. The hand action was timed to 
the tongue-thrusts. 

"That's it-suck that cunt!" 

Terry's mouth was pressed tightly to her girlfriend's vagina. Her eyes were 
closed, and she licked the liquid walls of her vagina happily as she 
stimulated her the best she knew how. Laura was enjoying the action 
immensely, and she jabbed it up her girlfriend's juicy vagina. Laura had her 
tongue movements down to a skill, and she flipped her tongue about inside 
the other woman in quick, darting movements that so excited Terry she was 
writhing in sexual ecstasy. 

"Suck off," the man panted, as he pulled, "Eat pussy!" The girls, acting as 
if hypnotized by the man's erotic cries, continued sucking, and their 
passions were building, building, building to fever-pitch. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhhh, suck that cunt! Come on pussy-eaters, eat that snatch-eat 
it-!" 

Terry watched out of the corner of her eye, and she got turned-on looking at 
him pulling on his penis. She flicked her tongue on the clitoris, and it 
brought Laura to her climax. 

Pressing her lips tightly over her vagina, she sucked the juices out, and 
this excitement triggered her own erotic response, as she juiced. 

The two women were sucking on each other's holes, and Norm was delighted, as 
he jerked himself to a close climax. 

"Hey you two cunt eaters," he cried out, "Get over here and lick my asshole, 
Terry-and you Laura gobble my prick!" 

Now, Norm was on the bed, on all fours. Terry got behind him, and gripping 
his firm round buttocks, she inserted her tongue and let it slide up there. 

The tongue pumped in and out, and his ass wiggled, as she stiffened, and 
thrust. In the meantime, Laura crawled under him, and pulled his long, hard 
penis into her mouth. She jiggled his testicles, as she let him thrust it in 
and out of her mouth. 

With the twin action, of tongue stabbing anus, and mouth opening to accept 
the penis, Norm was finding their three-way sex tremendously exciting. 

"Eat my ass," he turned to smile at Terry, with her face buried in his 
buttocks. The hot, thrusting tongue glided smoothly inside his tight anal 
channel, and for a moment Terry felt as if his buttocks would smother her. 

Her piston-precision tongue thrusts so excited him that his testicles were 
swelling, and his penis getting longer, and harder as he stabbed it up 
Laura's mouth. 

"Eat it," he panted, "Eat my prick! C'mon-eat that cock!" 

The hot cockthrusts continued until he unloaded his cum in her mouth. 

"Suck it-suck that prick," he told her excitedly, as he kept shooting off in 
her mouth. "Eat it! Eat that sticky stuff-eat it-baby, eat it!" 

She gobbled it up, and it dribbled down the sides of her mouth. Terry 
continued her tongue jabs up his asshole, as long as he continued his 
cockthrusts down Laura's throat. 

When he pulled out of her mouth, sticky cum dripping from the head of his 
prick, and plopping on the sheets, Terry let her tongue slip out of his 
tight anus. 

"That was what I call fun," Norm smiled, "but there's still one thing I'd 
love to see-" 

"What's that?" 

Lying back, he laughed, "You using a dildo on her!" 

"Alright, if that turns you on-" 

Laura stepped over to the corner, where she reached in a large plastic 
handbag, and picked up the dildo. She strapped it on herself, and strode 
across the room with a big smile on her face. 

"Doesn't this look like fun?" she smiled, gripping and squeezing the dildo. 

"You bet it does," Norm smiled, "Now, come over here and fuck her like a 
man, and while you're fucking her cunt, I'm going to have the honors of 
sucking your ass out!" 

"Sounds wild," Laura smiled, "I'm game-and so is my ass-hope you've got a 
long tongue!" 

Sticking his tongue out, Norm chuckled, "Is that long enough for you, luv?" 

And then the game began. Terry lay back, and spread her legs invitingly for 
Laura. Stroking, and massaging her vagina, she smiled up at Laura-who was 
straddling her now with the plastic penis pointing at her moist mound. 

"Want it?" Laura said softly. 

"Every inch," Terry nodded. 

"Sounds like love," Norm chuckled, "Now, shove it!" The shaft of the plastic 
penis slid smoothly into Terry's hot, eager hole. 

"Are you ready?" he asked, getting behind Laura, and bending over so his 
face was poised between the cheeks of her behind. Then his hot tongue 
suddenly stabbed her there, and he drove it swiftly in and out. The hot 
tongue jabs produced an instant response for Terry wiggled. 

"Keep it up," he panted, "That's it-keep fucking her and my tongue will keep 
time to your dildo-drives." 

Trying to develop a good pace for her plastic penis, Laura slammed into her 
girlfriend. "Take this, fucker-and this," she smiled excitedly, as her dildo 
drove high into Terry's twat. The dildo, gripped in the coils of the young 
woman's vagina, produced fantastic pleasure. It was a copy of a good sized 
penis, and Laura was skilled at using it most effectively. 

But what made the performance complete was the super tongue-jabs of Norm, as 
he buried his face in her buttocks and eagerly thrust inside her tight anus, 
enjoying the sliding of his tongue in her tight channel. 

Laura looked in the mirror, and as she saw her dildo driving dramatically 
into Terry's gripping vagina, she found an electric excitement from just 
watching. 

"Fuck it," she demanded, "Fuck-fuck-fuck it," she cried, and her intense 
excitement increased. "That's it-now-drive it up there," she panted, 
glancing back to watch Norm sliding his feverish tongue up her hot anus. 

The trio was having a sensational time, and Terry was quickly discovering 
with what ease it was possible for a woman to replace a man in bed. If 
anything, there was the additional-stimulation of the female breasts 
crushing against other female breasts. As their breasts pushed, the nipples 
touching, Terry whispered, "Kiss me, luv-kiss me-" 

"Yes, baby," Laura panted, still thrusting the smooth, slick dildo in her 
hot, gripping, twisting hole. As they kissed, Norm found himself slowing 
down to match the slowed-down tempo of her dildo-driving. 

But, as the kisses increased in intensity, as the erotic passion overpowered 
Laura again, the tongue stabbed up Laura's tight anus in the same wild, 
rampaging pace that it had before. It was impossible for Norm to understand 
why sliding his tongue up a woman's behind, when she was drilling another 
woman with a dildo should produce such stimulation for him. He didn't know 
why-but it did. 

"Fuck me," Terry finally cried out passionately, urging Laura to ram it to 
her. "Ohhhhh, ahhhh-yes, lover, yes-faster!" 

Now, Laura pumped it to her with hard, driving thrusts, faster, ever faster. 

"Fuck it," she cried, her fingers clawing Laura's back, "Ohhhhh-ahhhhh-do 
it, baby, baby do it!" 

It was almost as if her body was no longer her own, and she'd become a 
reflection of the sexual desires of her girlfriend. The hard, driving 
penis-thrusts continued. 

"More-I want it! Give it to me, fuck-fuck-fuck it," she gasped, as Laura 
rode her. "Ohhhh-ahhhhh, I'm coming," Laura finally blurted, as the hot 
vagina juices gushed from her slit. And the other girl, joined her in an on 
target climax. 

"I'm right-on, baby," Terry smiled up at her female lover. "Right-on!" 

Terry came too, the juice gushing from her vagina, and when Norm heard this, 
he wanted to lick her. Taking his tongue quickly out of Laura's hot asshole, 
he begged, "Let me lick the milk! Let me lick the pussy milk out of Terry's 
sweet snatch!" 

Begrudgingly, Laura pulled out of her, and flipped over on her back, with 
the dripping dildo standing up on end, the juices rolling down it. Now, Norm 
got in place. 

"Honey, just wrap those lovely legs around me," he smiled, "and I'll lick 
your cunt clean!" 

"Go ahead, long tongue," she smiled. 

"That's a good one," he chuckled, "Nobody ever called me long tongue 
before!" 

"I'm ready to make it again, if you dive in there, and lick it for me," she 
smiled excitedly. 

And then the tongue stabbed her gash, and Norm began doing his thing, 
lapping up the juices from the sex round she'd completed with the assistance 
of Laura's driving dildo, and now he was working diligently to lick her 
labia, push his tongue to the neck of the womb, and flick it across her 
clitoris until he got her there again. 

He thought of something that might further intensify his delight, and 
suggested, "Hey-why don't you stab that ramrod up my asshole." 

"Me-this dripping dildo?" 

"Why not?" Norm chuckled. 

"Yes, why not?" Laura laughed, as she got up, and then straddled his behind. 

"Raise your ass up, honey," she said casually, "That is if you want me to 
shove this shaft up there!" 

Norm must have been a glutton for punishment, for he arched his buttocks up 
to receive her dildo. She gripped both cheeks, and then squeezing, she 
stabbed his behind. 

"Fuck it," she gasped, as she rode his behind, and then rutting into him, 
she playfully slapped his behind. "Like this, baby-that's how it's 
done-sure!" 

"Oh, that feels good," Norm surprised her, "Yeah-I never had anything but a 
tongue stabbing my asshole before!" 

"Now, you've got eight inches of plastic prick," Laura laughed, as she rode 
his anus. 

"Hey, don't forget me," Terry insisted, "I'm here-remember!" And then, he 
apologized, "Sorry, honey-I didn't forget you now, I just got carried away 
for a moment!" 

Now, Norm's tongue lashed away inside her vagina, with new found sexual 
excitement surging through his turned-on body, as the dildo drove up his 
behind. 

"Yes, yes," he panted, "I like it! I like it!" 

"Sure you do, fucker-take this-and this-and this last inch," Laura cried 
out, as she rode into him. 

The plastic penis was indeed producing sensations for Norm now that he never 
knew existed. But what was also surprising to him was how this young woman 
in front of him enjoyed his tongue inside her so much. She was wiggling, and 
running her fingers through his hair, and passionately begging, "Lick 
it-lick my love-button, baby-lick mama's snatch!" 

His tongue whipped around her clitoris, and Laura built up her steam, as she 
drove it. He could almost feel his balls shooting, as the sensations grew 
more intensely pleasurable. 

The three of them had become one, in their equal desire to achieve far-out 
sexual thrills. Norm's tongue sliding around inside her vagina, and Laura's 
dildo thrusting up his tight, twisting asshole. 

Pitching her pelvis up, Terry felt herself gushing generously. 
"Ahhhh-ohhhhh-I'm coming, baby, lap it Up, long tongue, lap it up!" 

Norm's long tongue joyously ate her juices, and she sighed, and lay back. 
Laura finished stabbing his butt, and eased out of him. 

"Slow down," he told her, "Don't drag that thing out too fast or you'll tear 
my asshole to shreds!" 

"Oh, I wouldn't do anything like that," Laura said, slowing down. "You've 
got such a nice fucking ass-I want to save it-so I can screw it again!" 

"I don't know as I could survive another round of sex like you two chicks 
gave me tonight," he smiled. "You were on fire-so help me, both of you 
chicks were on fire to fuck!" 

"You come here to get your rocks off," Laura assured him, "and we aim to 
please-every way we know how!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

When Norm had gone, Terry and Laura left together. They didn't do much 
talking as Terry drove back to their Lake Shore Towers apartment. 

"Well, we really had a day of it, didn't we?" Laura said soberly. 

"I'll say we did-we earned that money, didn't we?" 

"You know it!" 

The two women went to their respective apartments and were so exhausted from 
the wild action that they got up late the next morning. The woman who 
managed the Roman Massage phoned to tell Terry she and Laura had an 
opportunity to earn some good money if they could accommodate a couple of 
men in the afternoon. 

"What about tonight?" Terry asked, "Does that mean we can pull a no-show-or 
do you expect double-action?" 

"You and Laura can have a night off if you want to," she insisted. "But it 
is important to see to it that these two men get some good action, and if 
anybody can give them that I'm sure you and Laura-can." 

"I appreciate your confidence," Terry assured her and hung up. She phoned 
Laura to tell her, and Laura insisted she come over to her place for the sex 
meet. 

Terry hurried over to Laura's place and awaited the arrival of the two men. 
"I've got to clean the place up," Laura insisted, "Can you vacuum the 
floor?" 

"Sure, I'll be glad to," she told her. Laura went to the closet to pick up 
the vacuum and give it to Terry. Terry hurried to plug it in and start 
vacuuming the floor. Laura, in the meantime cleaned the ash-trays, checked 
the glasses at the bar to make sure they were clean, and then went to the 
bedroom. 

As she looked at the king-sized bed with the huge sheets that she had to 
change, she decided to wait until Terry had finished cleaning the floor so 
she could have some help. Terry finally finished, and when she put the 
vacuum cleaner away, Laura called out for her to come in and help her change 
sheets. 

"I can't change these awkward bed sheets all alone-can you help me?" 

"Of course, I'll help you," Terry replied, going in to assist her. Laura had 
the dirty sheets tugged off the bed, and wadded up in a clumsy pile on the 
floor. Now, she was tossing Terry one end of a king-size pink sheet. 

"Here you are," she called to her, and Terry caught the end of it and tucked 
it in the bed corner. It didn't take the two women long to get the beds 
made. Then, before they could do any more cleaning, the door chimes were 
sounding. 

"They didn't take long to get here," Terry observed. 

"When a man is horny, honey, it's amazing how fast his balls can propel him 
where he's going!" 

Laura led the way to answer the door, and Terry sat in a chair near the 
window overlooking the lake as the early afternoon sunshine tinted it with 
gold and silver. 

And then, as Laura opened the door, Terry heard her say, "Good afternoon-how 
are you?" 

"Just fine," the first man nodded. "Fine, thank you,'? the second man spoke 
up quickly. The two men came over to the chairs, circling the cocktail table 
in front of the great window which afforded the fantastic lake view. Laura 
said quickly, "This is Terry-I'm Laura-and who might I ask are you?" 

The taller of the two men, dark-skinned with sensuous brown eyes, and a 
pleasing face smiled, "I'm Gustin, and this is Vince." 

Vince was a shorter, slim, curly-haired man with a ruddy complexion, and 
bright blue eyes. 

He looked at both girls carefully, and his expression revealed he was indeed 
turned-on. 

"Hi, girls," Vince smiled, sitting down. Laura and Terry chorused, "Hi-" 

"A good way to get our little love in the afternoon session going might be 
to have a drink-" 

"Right," Vince smiled, "and run around in the nude!" 

"Of course," Terry smiled right back, "Let it all hang out. That's what 
we're here for-an informal good time!" 

"Don't mind if I do undress," Gustin agreed, slipping out of his clothes 
quickly. When he got down to his shorts, he hesitated. "Now, I'm not going 
to do a strip show," he complained. "If we all go nude-I will, but I'm not 
putting on some kind of naked exhibition-no way." 

"You won't be alone," Terry said, rising and swiftly slipping out of her 
clothes down to her panties and bra. The luscious, ripe breasts popped out 
of the bra, revealing everything but the nipple. The tight-fitting panties 
revealed her furry triangle, and Gustin was flipping out as he looked at 
her. 

"Should I go on?" Terry asked huskily, feeling herself turning on under his 
hot-eyed scrutiny of her body. 

"Don't stop now, honey," he smiled, "Keep undressing-keep undressing!" 

Terry went ahead, and slid out of her panties, revealing her moist triangle. 
Just then, Laura interrupted with the drinks. 

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything, but here are the drinks-I'm bringing 
the bottles over, and the ice cubes, and you take your pick!" 

"That's nice," Gustin smiled, "but the only drink I'm interested in right 
now is located between a pair of legs." 

"You sure are horny, honey," Laura laughed, "but that's what it was put here 
for-to enjoy-" 

Gustin, still in his shorts, and Terry still in her bra, were joined in 
their undressing by Vince who slid out of his clothes completely, and stood 
there naked, his penis standing up, eager, and hot. Laura vied with Terry, 
sliding out of her clothes, letting her breasts jut out much to the delight 
of Vince who never took his eyes off her until she shimmied out of her 
panties. 

"I'll take this off for you," Gustin said hoarsely, as he got in front of 
Terry, his penis bulging in his cotton shorts. Then, he removed her bra, and 
her giant breasts popped into view. The round red nipples fascinated him, 
and his eyes swept down to her moist triangle. 

"Take my shorts down now," he smiled, "I'm ready!" 

"Yes," she replied softly, as she knelt before him, Vince closing in to 
watch the action on one side of him, and Laura on the other. 

Slowly, Terry pulled his cotton shorts down. As the tight elastic band 
pulled down over his penis, it flipped into naked view. 

"Oh, wow," Terry smiled, as she saw his swollen testicles, and his rock-hard 
cock. "You've sure got a long banana, haven't you, honey?" 

Grasping it, and pointing it to her mouth, Gustin smiled, "Nine solid, 
sucking inches, honey-and all for you!" 

Opening her mouth, she allowed him entrance. As his buttock cheeks squeezed 
in, as he shoved his shaft into her mouth, his buddy Vince wanted some of 
the action. 

"Get down on your knees, cocksucker," he smiled at Laura, "and give me a 
super suck blowjob!" 

Without saying a word, Laura obeyed. Opening her mouth, she allowed Vince 
entrance. His penis wasn't quite as long as his friend Gustin's was. But, he 
did have a good, hard one, and she thoroughly enjoyed sucking it. Her 
fingers reached down to manipulate his testicles while she sucked. 

"Ohhhh, that's nice, honey," Gustin panted, lifting one leg, and putting it 
on a chair, while he slowly shoved it in and out of her face. When he'd stop 
shoving his shaft for a moment, this would give Terry an opportunity to let 
her tongue sweep around the head of his male member. 

"That's it," he panted, "Lick the head of it honey-slow and easy-you're 
doing a real nice job of it-suck it!" 

The action continued, and she opened her mouth wider. At this point, Gustin 
turned on, and drove it down her throat. 

He liked watching his huge penis plugging her mouth, almost making her gag. 
It gave him somehow a sense of domination, adding a keen edge of excitement. 
Her full-lipped mouth fastened tightly to the slick-sliding shaft, and he 
pumped it smoothly in and out, in and out, but Terry had neglected his 
testicles, and he insisted, "Jiggle my nuts, sweetheart-!" 

Terry reached down and played with his testicles, exciting and stimulating 
him. And then the huge tool slid down her throat, almost making her gag, his 
testicles bouncing on her chin. 

"Suck it, cocksucker," he demanded, "come on, gobble that cock, honey! 
You're going to get a throatful," he panted as the hot sperm flashed down 
her throat. 

Meantime, Laura was sucking on the head of Vince's penis, with Vince 
excitedly running his fingers through her hair. "Eat, eat it, baby!" 

Laura's hot tongue lashed his penis-head, and he got so excited his fingers 
bore down into her head. 

"Keep it up," he told her, "I'm getting closer, baby-suck, suck-suck that 
prick!" 

Vince turned to watch Gustin. As he began watching him sliding his 
saliva-slick tool down Terry's throat, he smiled because Gustin was turning 
to watch him fuck Laura in the face. 

Patting him on the behind, Gustin smiled, "Isn't this a good way to get your 
rocks off?" 

"You know it, buddy," Vince replied, vigorously sliding his tool farther 
down Laura's willing throat. 

Now, the two men were timing their cockthrusts down the women's throats, 
with consideration of what the other man was doing. 

"Fuck her face," Gustin panted, as he watched his friend Vince's ass 
tighten, as he'd pull out, and drive down her. Faster, still faster, Vince 
rode Laura's mouth, now and then letting his slippery penis slide down her 
throat, and then pulling back so she could lick the head of it. The action 
went on like this, and Gustin rammed harder too. 

"Take this," Gustin panted, stabbing it down her throat, "and this-and 
this!" 

The hot piston-like thrusts of the penis increased in pleasure, and the 
testicles bounced on her chin. Terry grew to turn-on with the feel of his 
testicles, enjoying the sweaty smell of Gustin's loins, and waiting eagerly 
for the cumload the swollen testicles promised to deliver. 

"Suck! Suck it!" Gustin cried out passionately enjoying the sliding action 
of his penis as it stabbed down her throat. "That's a good cocksucker-suck!" 

The hot cum exploded, and he gripped her head tightly, telling her 
emphatically, "Keep your lips around it tight, honey-you don't want to lose 
any." 

Terry knew enough about giving blow-jobs by now so that it really wasn't 
necessary for Gustin to explain the importance of fastening her lips to his 
shaft, so no sperm would drip. She savagely sucked, and he threw his head 
from side to side, as the sexual excitement surged through his naked body. 
"Ohhhh, ahhhhh, that's it-suck it like that, baby! Yes, ohhh, yes!" 

Vince was achieving his climax now. Thrusting his rod down Laura's willing 
throat, he gasped, "Ohhh, wow!" And his hands clawed into her head, as he 
got his rocks off in her mouth. Delightedly, Laura sucked his mainstem. 
She'd long been a cum connoisseur, and when Vince shot her a good load of 
the creamy sticky substance erupting from the head of his jackhammer, she 
eagerly gobbled it up. 

"That's it, cocksucker," Vince grunted excitedly, "Eat it, eat it up-good 
for you, baby-go after the juice!" 

Laura hardly had to be told to go after the juice, for she'd been so eager 
for Vince to unload, that once it started shooting, she wouldn't quit 
sucking. 

Finally, both men pulled their penises out of the girls' mouths, and they 
slumped into chairs, and stretched out, relaxing. 

"What a nice view," Gustin laughed. 

"The lake is beautiful from here-," Terry agreed. 

"Your ass honey-not the lake. I like the lake, but I was speaking of your 
beautiful butt-anybody ever fuck you up the backdoor?" 

"We need something to drink," Laura suggested, reaching for a bottle of 
whiskey, and pouring some for herself. The men both joined her in drinking. 
As they looked out at the lake, Terry asked Vince, "Have you seen Brando in 
The Godfather?" 

"No," Vince told her, "I haven't, but I hear he's great in that flick!" 

"He sure is," Laura grinned, "Brando is such a stud, wow!" 

"I thought of being an actor one time," Gustin admitted, "When I was in 
college-we had a big comedy and a talent scout was there." 

"Did he notice you?" Laura asked, curious to know the outcome. 

"No, Gustin shook his head, But he did notice the chick I was acting with, a 
brown-eyed girl named Gloria. She was built like you know what. And, when he 
got a load of her-well, he put her under contract." 

"Sure," Vince laughed, "When he was hunting for talent, he was obviously 
looking for a starlet for the studio whore stable. A cute little plaything 
for the lot producers to screw." 

"That's exactly what happened," Gustin laughed, "She went there and they 
gave her a couple of bits in some flicks that never did get her anywhere. 
But, she got fucked-" 

"How did you find all this out?" 

"I went out there and visited her, and she's the one who got me horny for 
wild sex. She took me to some orgies you wouldn't believe. Makes my prick 
stand on end to think about it." 

"I'm sure you hated that," Laura laughed, "because you are a good little 
boy-who would never do anything naughty like suck cunt, and eat ass-and fuck 
up the backdoor." 

"You're right," Gustin laughed, "I do all that-I may be a naughty little 
boy, but I'm sure as hell not a frustrated one. I make it a point to get my 
rocks off regular-just the way I want to." 

"Good for you," Terry smiled, "I like to hear a man admit he likes every 
kind of sex action from sucking ass to licking dick, to sticking it up a 
woman's asshole. It means, he's honest about it, and I think he is a lot 
more satisfied than the men who say they don't care for variety in sex-when 
if they'd only be honest-they do!" 

"Agreed," Gustin smiled. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Having enjoyed some more drinks, and chitchat, the men were ready to begin 
balling the women again. 

"You know what I'd like to try-the 'Choo Choo' train," Gustin smiled, 
reaching out at his penis which was now rock-hard again. 

"What's that?" Terry asked, curious to know exactly what he had in mind. 

"That, my luv is when you have a gang bang ass-fuck. For example Terry-you 
could be the engine and be on the front. I'd be ramming my dong up your 
asshole, while Laura fucked my butt with a dildo, and Vince would be our 
caboose. He'd be drilling his dick up Laura's tight ass!" 

"Oh, that sounds like fun," Terry giggled, "You sure know the interesting 
games, don't you?" 

"Sure, baby, sure-ever hear of the 'golden shower'?" 

"No," Laura replied, "What on earth is that?" 

"The golden shower is-", and then Gustin stopped, "Tell you what, I'll keep 
that my dark secret until our Choo-choo screw, and then I'll surprise you 
with it!" 

"Alright," Terry nodded, "but that isn't fair-cause now you've got me all 
curious, and I have to wait!" 

"Don't worry-you'll find out, now let's go to the bedroom where we can begin 
our train ride!" 

Gustin got to his feet, and began sounding like a steam engine, gasping, 
"Choo-choo, choo-choo" as he led the merry group to the bedroom for some 
action. 

Vince, Laura and Terry followed behind him, as Vince grabbed Gustin's waist, 
and Laura grabbed his waist, and Terry brought up the rear. Once they were 
in the bedroom, they dropped their hands from each other, and Laura went 
into the closet to bring out her dildo equipment. 

While she was strapping it on herself, Gustin was looking around the room 
admiringly, "What a good place you've got for screwing-," he smiled, 
"Yeahhh!" 

His hands gestured to the floor length wall mirrors. 

"Now, that's what I like," he smiled, "Nice mirrors. The Choo-Choo train can 
be watched as it slides down the track!" 

"Up the track, don't you mean?" Laura interjected. 

Gustin turned to look at her, as she finished strapping the dildo straps. 
The pink elastic penis stood up, rigid, ever-ready. 

"Don't you have a smaller size?" he smiled. 

"Don't you have a smaller size?" she laughed in retort. Going to the 
bathroom, she produced a tube of K-Y, and taking the top off the tube, began 
squeezing some of its sticky contents into the palm of her hand. 

Reaching down she spread it around the plastic penis. 

"Now, I guess we're ready," she smiled, and then the action began. First 
Terry got up on the bed-and on all fours. 

"You get behind her," Laura told Gustin. "Go ahead!" 

Immediately, Gustin got in place behind Terry. 

"Hey, give me that ass-jelly," he demanded. Laura tossed it over to him, and 
he immediately squeezed some out, using it to grease his penis down. Then, 
he used a finger to rub some of it around Terry's tight anus. 

"Easy-" Terry told him. 

"How are you going to take my prick, baby-if you find my finger hurts?" 

"That is a very good question," she chuckled, "I guess it'll have to stretch 
a little-" 

"Stretch a-lot," Gustin corrected her. All at once, he felt Laura's finger 
greasing his anus. 

"Mmmm, that feels good," he turned to tell her. 

"My dildo dong is going to feel much better," she told him. "You'll really 
like that!" 

Laura didn't have long to wait until she felt Vince's finger, well greased, 
sliding up her rectum. 

"Nice and tight," Vince panted, "Just like I like to find, a good fuckin' 
asshole!" 

It began with Gustin who slowly eased his huge penis head to the tight anus 
of Terry. Slowly, he slid it past the anal ring, and got it in so smoothly 
it didn't pain her at all. 

"Farther-and farther-and farther!" Gustin whispered, as he slid the penis up 
there, "-and now we're in!" 

He began drilling her behind in earnest, as he rammed it to her. In the 
meantime, Laura was having some difficulty in getting her dildo into his 
anus. 

"Slow down, honey-the Choo Choo will never get on the track if the cars 
don't get connected!" 

"Alright," Gustin agreed, "but don't take forever connecting-okay?" 

"Okay," she agreed. He slowed his drilling down long enough for Laura to 
ease her dildo into his tight, hot anus. And then he began thrusting again. 

"Okay, baby," Vince whispered, "slow and easy-yes-yes!" Vince gripped her 
buttock cheek with one hand, spreading it, and slid his slickened tool in 
with the other. Coming to the tight spot, he suddenly thrust. 

"Oowweeeeee!" she groaned, as she felt him thrust it into her. 

"Sorry about that, baby," he smiled, "but a takes a little pressure-" 

"Yeah, I know that!" she said grimly. 

Now the Choo-Choo train was on the track, and speeding ahead to Orgasm Town. 

"How does it feel, Terry, baby?" Gustin asked the Engine. "Full speed 
ahead!" Terry told him, "but how about some work down in the boiler 
department!" 

"Between your legs," Gustin nodded, as his hand went over to her loins, and 
he began utilizing his fingers in her vagina, exciting her every way he knew 
how. 

"Fuck it, honey," he demanded, "Fuck it back to me!" 

Terry pumped her buttocks back to Gustin to meet his solid, forward 
cockthrust. 

"Oh, Wow!" Gustin groaned in delight, "Keep that action up!" 

Meantime, Gustin's behind was getting a wild workout with the hard, ramming 
thrusts of Laura's driving dildo. 

"You drive a mean dildo," he told her over his shoulder. 

"And you love it," she laughed, "every inch of it!" 

Admitting he did with a quick nod, he went on driving his own hard penis up 
Terry's tight rectum. Then, he let his hands play with her bosoms. Terry 
turned on, churning her buttocks around quickly, providing him with just the 
stimulation his sliding tool needed. 

"That's it, ass fucker," he blurted excitedly, "Keep your ass 
churning-faster, baby, faster!" 

When Gustin had finished ravaging her breasts, his hand moved down to her 
vagina, and his fingers went into her there, as he stimulated her clitoris. 

"That's it," he panted, "Do my fingers stimulate you!" 

"Oh, yes," she replied exuberantly, "You really know how to use them in my 
twat!" 

Laura was stabbing up his rectum savagely, "How about that?" Gustin turned 
to tell her it was smooth fucking, and this triggered Vince to drive his 
tremendous jackhammer up there with sharp, hard force. 

"Fuck it-fuck!" he grunted, gripping Laura's turning, twisting buttocks, as 
he rode forward. The sensuous sight turned Gustin on, as he looked in the 
mirror. The four of them, creating their sexy Choo-Choo train, were forging 
ahead. 

"Fuck it," he told Laura who promptly gyrated her behind to the tempo of his 
hard-driving cockthrust. 

His hands supplied a lot of satisfaction as he felt of her behind. Gripping 
it tightly, he thrust himself inside her. 

"Shove it back, baby," he begged. Laura drove her ass back and he rammed 
ahead. 

"Sock it to me" she turned to smile at Vince, who was thoroughly enjoying 
the action. 

The four of them were building to a mutual climax, and the rutting became 
more savage, more furious. "More, baby, more," he told her, "Drive it up 
there! Fuck! Fuck it!" 

And then Laura felt Vince's penis erupting in her rectum. Gripping it 
tightly in her hot channel, she squeezed its sticky contents. 

"Ohhh, ahhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Vince panted, as he socked it to her, 
his balls bouncing on her behind, as he drove it in up to the hilt. 

Now, Gustin got his gun off. 

"I'm shooting baby, grab it!" 

Terry pulled in, as she got a vise-like grip on his tool, squeezing out the 
cum-load. 

"Ohhh, ahh, yes, turn and twist, honey! Keep it moving!" Terry did just 
that, but begged him, "keep the finger action up honey-yes-yes, that's it. 
Fuck it-fuck me with your fingers, baby-that's it-fuck it good!" As both men 
felt their penises erupting in the girl's behind, Gustin remembered, 
"Hey-this is supposed to be a Choo-Choo train! We should all be saying, 
'Chugg-Chugg'-" 

"Alright," Terry stammered, "Chugg-chuggchugg-chugg!" The chugg-chugg was 
picked up by the rest of the train-Gustin, Laura, and Vince, and their 
combined 'Chugg-Chugg' made a funny sound, that got them into a laughing 
jag. 

"Hey, stop it," Gustin said, "I was enjoying a good solid fucking until you 
got me laughing." 

"You got your rocks off," Terry reminded him. 

"Yeah, but I'm always good for one more round-" 

"Forget it," Laura sighed, "We've given you a good enough time already!" 
They pulled out of each other, and flopped down on the bed. Gustin smiled at 
his sticky, dripping with cum, prick. "Hey, baby, why don't you suck the cum 
off-" 

"Now?" Terry demanded. 

"Right now," Gustin insisted, grasping his mainstem proudly, "It would 
really appreciate a good cleaning-and what better way to clean it than with 
your sweet, hot mouth!" 

Without complaining Terry did as she was told, and as Laura watched, she 
feared that Vince might suggest the same thing, which she found the thought 
of more than a little distasteful. 

"Alright," Vince nodded, grinning, and holding his penis in his hand, 
"Now-now you come over here and suck on my prick-" 

"Later," Laura laughed, hoping she could put him off. 

"Now, while the cum is still hot," Vince demanded. 

It didn't take long for Laura to commence licking on Vince's joystick for 
she was eager to get it over with. She closed her eyes, and Vince insisted, 
"Keep your eyes open so you can watch it-" 

Glancing up, she begged, "Do I have to?" 

"Yes, go ahead-it's only been up your asshole!" 

"Don't mention it," Laura objected, "I'll suck it but don't talk about it!" 

She bent over, and let her mouth slip over its meaty head, and then she 
began sucking on him, and he enjoyed her debasement enormously, letting his 
hands reach out, and he pushed her down. 

"Go after it, baby," he advised her, "Suck it for me, and you better suck it 
good!" 

To her surprise, Vince could still get some thrusting power into his penis. 
She figured that he'd be ready to shrivel after all that hot action, but it 
didn't work that way at all. He was stiffening with each downswing of her 
mouth, and her fingers agitated his testicles, trying to bring him closer, 
still closer to another climax. 

Terry, in the meantime was discovering the same thing was happening with 
Gustin's penis. At first, he was soft, but as she sucked, he started to 
stiffen, and the longer she sucked upon it the harder he was becoming. 

"Good girl," he panted, "keep it up! Keep that suction action going. Faster, 
honey-faster!" 

Terry's mouth moved at quicker tempo, as she sought to bring the penis to 
eruption. 

The two men exchanged glances, finding that watching the other man being 
sucked upon was capable of producing quite a response in their own body. 

"How about that?" Vince smiled, "Isn't she a nice, clean girl? She loves to 
lick prick-clean dick-yes-that's her specialty-suck it, cocksucker-suck it!" 

The action didn't subside, as each man drove it into her harder, faster, 
more furiously. 

"Keep it up," he insisted, "That's it, baby-keep that cock-sucking action 
going! Faster, baby, faster!" 

The rapid thrusting movement of his male member was producing electric 
thrills up and down her spine. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhh-yes-yes-that's it, suck it-suck it, sweetie, suck it!" 

Gustin, on his third round didn't take long. The sperm load wasn't as great 
as the first or second but nevertheless, it was a sizeable load, and she 
devoured it quickly. 

"Ahhh-ohhhhh-yes-yes, suck that prick! Eat it!" The hot creamy juice spurted 
into her mouth, and she devoured it greedily. 

Vince was grunting now too, as he came, shooting into Laura's sucking mouth. 

"There it is, baby, eat that juicy dong! Lick it-suck it all out!" 

Laura gobbled down the penis before her, enjoying it immensely, as she felt 
the hot juices hurtling down her throat, and she greedily licked the head of 
it, as he slid out of her. 

Once the two girls had removed their mouths from the men's penises, Vince 
reminded his buddy Gustin, "We still haven't given the girls the 'golden 
shower'-" 

"Maybe we could skip that treat you have in mind, whatever that is," Laura 
suggested, about sick enough to throw up from all they'd put them through. 

"Oh, no," Gustin argued, "That's the nicest action of all!" 

"I'd suggest we go into the bathroom for the ceremonies," Vince smiled. 

"Is it necessary for all four of us to cram together in the bathroom?" Terry 
asked, "Really!" 

"It really is necessary," Gustin insisted again. And so, the four of them 
ushered into the rather small quarters. 

"You get on the floor," Vince smiled, and Gustin picked it up from there, 
"and you face the opposite direction." 

Both girls got on the floor, facing opposite the men. Then, the men gripping 
their penises began spraying them with their urine. 

"This, luvs, is the golden shower!" 

"Oh, no, damnit," Laura complained, squeezing herself together, trying to 
get away from the spray from his penis. "This is sick, sick, sick, and I 
don't want any part of it." 

"Stop it," Terry whimpered, "Stop it, you demented-" 

But both men remained cool, "Hey, honey-aren't you ladies getting a bit 
choosy about what you will do, and about what you won't do? You're pleasure 
girls, and you shouldn't complain about giving us a little pleasure! No-just 
relax, and enjoy it!" 

When they finished urinating, both men, said, "Get up-we want to take a 
shower, and clean up!" 

Both girls did get up, and the men took their showers, as Terry went into 
the bedroom, collapsing in the bed and crying. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Once the men were gone, Terry told Laura flatly, "I've had it-those last two 
guys were too much. I'm sick and tired of catering to all the whims they can 
dream up." 

"I'm fed up too," Laura nodded, "What say we go out to dinner tonight? Dress 
up, and let's have ourselves a ball!" 

"Alright," Terry agreed, "I'll go up and dress. And you come up to my place 
for a before-dinner drink-okay?" 

"Agreed," Laura told her, and then Terry hurried up to her apartment. But 
when she got there, she got a big surprise. Her husband was back from his 
trip. 

"I wasn't expecting you," Terry told him, wrapping her arms around him. 

"Where were you?" he demanded crisply. 

"Why, darling you can trust me," she laughed, "I was with Laura down the 
hall." 

"Were you?" 

"Of course-let's go down to Laura's place. She'll tell you where I was." 

"Alright, honey. I trust you. Let's go down to Laura's apartment." 

"Always nice to be trusted," Terry smiled, not losing one ounce of her 
composure. She walked down to Laura's pad, and knocked on the door. 

"Hi," Laura smiled, opening it up for her, "Come right in!" Both of them 
stepped in. "So nice to see you back," she smiled at Brad. "Terry and I were 
going out to dinner tonight." 

"That's nice," Brad smiled, somewhat surprised his wife had indeed told him 
the truth. 

"Then we should all three of us go out to dinner," Brad suggested. 

"No, no," Laura insisted, "I wouldn't think of it. You two haven't been 
together for days-you must go out together!" 

"Well, thank you," Brad smiled, "Terry and I do have a lot of things to talk 
over, and maybe it would be better if we went out alone." 

"We'll catch you later, honey," Terry said, wanting to get out of there as 
soon as possible. The two of them left, and all the way back to the 
apartment Terry was calculating in her mind as to whether or not he knew 
she'd been cheating on him. 

Once back in the apartment, she thought the best defense was an offense 
approach. "Have you been a good boy while you've been away?" she asked, 
smiling innocently at her young, virile husband. 

"You know I've missed you," Brad smiled, "Why don't we have sex before 
dinner-" 

"I might not want dinner then," Terry laughed, "I'm sure you're ready to 
give me a big feeding after all the time you've been loyal to me." 

"Let's go in the bedroom," Brad smiled. Having about had it with Gustin and 
Vince all afternoon the last thing she wanted was more sex action. But with 
her husband, she had to have sex-that was the law. 

She followed him into the bedroom, and began undressing. Brad didn't take 
long to unbutton his shirt, unzip his pants, and pull them off. 

As he stood there in his shorts, the huge penis swelling the cotton 
material, she did feel a passionate desire seize her, and she walked over to 
him, brushing her vagina hairs against him. 

"Oh, baby," Brad whispered, "I've missed you so much when I was away-" And 
then he pressed his erect penis tighter to her vagina. 

"I'm sure you have," she said softly. "Every time you were making out with 
another woman, you thought of me!" 

Brad reached down, and slid his legs out of his shorts, and stood there, 
hot, eager and ready. 

"Get up on the bed and let's do a few things before I give it to you," he 
suggested. 

Brad got on the bed, straddling her, and pressing his penis between her 
large breasts. As he did this, his wife got a good look at the meaty head of 
his penis. It began swelling larger, and larger, and she became more eager 
to let her tongue sweep across its slick surface. 

"Hey, super mouth," he smiled at her, "Got a nice slick prick for you to 
suck on!" 

She saw the juice oozing from the head of it, and he basked confidently in 
his male prowess, as he saw her eyes glistening as she looked at it. 

Releasing her great breasts, he pressed forward. 

"Now, baby, here's my prick," he smiled. And with animalistic sex energy, he 
shoved it in her open mouth. 

The moment the penis slid into her mouth, she felt vibrant and alive. The 
penis engulfed her mouth, and her tongue could hardly manage to lick around 
its meaty head. Sensing this, he moved back. She let her tongue sweep around 
the head of it, and let the edge of her tongue slip gingerly into the small 
slit at the penis head. His penis quivered, his spine shivered, "Oh, honey, 
nobody sucks it like you do!" 

"Suck it, lover," he panted, sliding his saliva-slick tool smoothly in and 
out of her face, her lips clutching it tightly. Her hands went to his 
buttocks, as she massaged him there. He loved the feel of her smooth-body, 
and her hands massaging his buttocks particularly pleased him. 

"That's it, baby doll-use your hands on my ass! I like it, come on-use them 
to massage my butt." 

The word 'massage' when her husband used it plugged in the whole massage 
parlor syndrome, and she shook nervously. He took it as shaking with 
excitement, and ran his fingers excitedly through her hair. 

"Oh, honey, you're turning-on with my dong!" he panted, pleased to see her 
so stimulated, his own body vibrated in unison. 

Together, they went to town. Terry greedily licking the penis, as he pumped 
it in and out, and then he began throat-fucking her in earnest. With savage 
thrusts, he drove in and out. 

"Suck that juicy prick, you cocksucker," he cried excitedly. "That's it, 
honey-take it all in-all of it-every inch baby, every fucking inch!" 

Jabbing it roughly down her throat, and guiding her head with his hot hands, 
he let her know he was enjoying it. His head moved from side to side, his 
jaw hung slack, and his lust-glazed eyes glanced in the mirror. 

"Eat that prick," he panted, "Eat it!" 

The hot penis shot down her throat, and her lips curled tightly around it, 
as she sucked her virile, stud husband's juices from the head of his 
shooting penis. Her finger slid up his asshole, on the moment of shooting, 
and this guided his penis-thrusts effectively. 

When she stopped sucking, he slid out, and smiled, "Baby, let me go down on 
you now," he insisted. 

Turning around, and straddling his wife, he buried his head between her 
legs, he let his tongue slide along her slit. In the meantime, Terry was 
bending up, taking aim for his anus. She gripped his firm, round behind, 
letting her tongue sweep around his tight anus, and suddenly let her tongue 
stab his asshole. Just as Brad felt his wife's hot tongue thrusting op his 
anus, he dipped his stiffened tongue inside his wife's hot vagina. The 
tongue whipped around her clitoris, and he bore down with his teeth. At this 
same moment, Terry decided to take a mock bite on his butt. With her tongue 
sweeping his tight anal channel, she pulled her lips back, and pretended to 
bite him on his behind. When Brad felt her teeth, he in turn bit her 
clitoris. The double biting action was a new innovation, and he enjoyed it. 

"Stab it up there," he told her, taking his tongue out of her snatch. "Drive 
it up there!" 

Pulling his buttock cheeks farther apart, she let her tongue drive up there, 
and repeatedly stab his anus. 

He went back to eating her, and his tongue swept the velvety vagina walls, 
electrifying her body with his rapid-fire jabs. He even enjoyed the aroma of 
her vagina, having missed her that much. And Terry stabbed his asshole with 
her tongue, as if trying to prove to him with her tongue sliding in and out 
of his asshole as to how loyal she had been all along. 

She could see his testicles swelling, see his penis getting hard again. And 
her fingers massaged his scrotum, gently pressing on his prostate, enjoying 
the view from behind, as she reached out for his penis, sliding it in her 
hand methodically. 

To have a wife who could turn-on like this when he came home, was pleasing 
to Brad. Mashing his face on her vagina, and closing his eyes, he saw with 
his tongue as it licked inside her quivering mound. 

Soon, their tongues were timed to the same place. Her hot tongue flashing up 
his asshole at the same tempo, as his tongue sliding inside her vagina. The 
pleasure pitch built to such a high point, Terry could hardly remain still. 
She wiggled about, and Brad's strong hands held his wife's body in place. 

Now, he could piston-thrust his tongue and bring her to quick climax. His 
hands held her buttocks, squeezing them, and pinching in and out, while his 
tongue action did marvelous things on Terry's erect clitoris. The licking 
produced the passionate, liquid response he was longing for. His mouth 
filled with her joyous juices as she flooded it. 

Some of it dripped down his face, as he stayed tightly pressed to her mound, 
devouring her. 

She continued letting her tongue lick around his anus, as he lapped away 
inside her hot hole. Then, he flopped over, and she seized his tool. 

"I'm going to ride you," she panted. 

"Go ahead, honey! I'm ready for round two!" 

Brad was telling the truth. His jackhammer penis was standing straight up, 
rigid, and ready. She straddled him, and let it slide up her gash. It was a 
glove-tight fit. 

He reached up, and pinched her breasts. The electrical sexual excitement 
this engendered, caused her to grip it with her vagina, massage it 
vigorously, and cry out in passionate excitement, "Fuck me-ohhhh, Brad, give 
it to me!" 

Throwing his penis up to meet her downthrusting vagina, he rammed it up 
there. 

"Fuck it, fuck it, ohhhh-ahhhhh!!" The hot splash of sperm shot into her, 
and she pumped her vagina in quick, pulling movements, squeezing the 
contents out of him. 

As he released his grip on her breasts, and lay back, she slid off his 
sticky joystick and went into the bathroom to douche. Brad followed, his 
penis dripping cum onto the carpet. 

"Watch it," she complained, rushing to the bathroom, and grabbing a towel, 
and wiping the stuff off as quickly as she could. Then, she stepped into the 
shower, and her husband joined her. As the two of them showered, he washed 
her body gently massaging her breasts, and reaching down to her furry 
triangle. 

When they finished, they stepped out of the shower, and got dressed to go 
out to dinner. 

After dinner, Brad wanted to stop at a topless bar, and did. As the 
beautiful girls came dancing out on the runway, Terry found herself enjoying 
the sight of their naked breasts bobbing around in front of her. 

Then, the red-headed nude dancer turned around, and wiggled her bare behind. 

"Isn't she a knockout?" Terry smiled. 

Instantly, her husband wheeled around, "Look! I'm the one who is supposed to 
appreciate the female form-not YOU!" 

"Sorry about that," she replied quickly, "but I find her appealing." 

"How appealing?" 

"Oh, I don't want to fuck her, if that's what you mean," she smiled, 
enjoying seeing her husband's alarm. 

"I was just trying to see if you had any Lez tendencies," he said nervously. 

Reaching down under the table, she felt her husband's penis. "I can see your 
glands are functioning very well," she smiled. Reaching over, Brad teased 
her, "And I have no way of knowing!" 

"Yes, you do," she insisted, "but if you slide your hands under my panties, 
and slip a finger inside my slit to fish around for my clit, I'll clobber 
you on the spot." 

Once the green-eyed, white-skinned, redhead topless, bottomless dancer 
noticed Brad was looking at the girl beside him, she figured she'd pull the 
attention back to herself. Wiggling over, she flung her huge breasts so 
close he could breathe on them. 

As if that weren't enough, the redhead turned, and bent over almost brushing 
her buttocks in his face. Brad got a big charge out of this, and flipped his 
tongue out, licking the girl's behind. 

"We're getting out of this crummy joint," the distraught wife glowered at 
the nude dancer. "And if I catch you licking anybody's ass but mine, you're 
in big trouble!" 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

When Terry got home that night, her husband surprised her by announcing, 
"I'm glad we had such a good time tonight, honey because I've got to split 
out tomorrow!" 

"Tomorrow" Terry blurted in exasperation. She had thought finally they could 
have some time together. She'd become so disgusted with the off-beat sex 
acts that the two men had had her perform, she'd determined to never again 
become involved in sex for sale. But,-the nerve of Brad suddenly announcing 
he was going away again caught her off guard. 

"Take me with you," she finally said softly, as she sat down in a chair 
facing the picture window looking out on the lake. Brad came over and sat in 
a chair beside her, "I can't, honey! Please be patient with me, honey. I'm 
earning good money on my job and when I get some stashed away you and I will 
take the greatest vacation ever." 

"Where will we go?" 

"Spain, Portugal, maybe the Canary Islands!" 

"The Canary Islands," Terry enthused, "Oh, honey, promise me you'll take me 
there. I've always wanted to go to the Canaries." 

"If you're a good girl and don't make such a big fuss when I have to go on 
my business trips, we'll not only go, we'll buy some land there and maybe 
build a house someday," he smiled. 

"Oh, that sounds too good to be true," she said, getting out of her chair 
and going over to kiss him. 

"Now, baby doll, I've got to get some shut-eye, so I can get up early again 
tomorrow and catch that plane." 

"Where to this time?" 

"Miami," he said quietly. 

"Oh, I envy you so much," she told him frankly, "You have so much fun 
traveling all the time-" 

"It isn't fun when you have to do it for a living," he told her flatly. 

Glancing down at her watch, she realized it was time to go to bed, and she 
decided to make the bed up, and put some things out so she could fix 
breakfast for her husband. 

They slept soundly, and when the alarm went off, Terry got up and fixed a 
hearty breakfast for her husband. They chatted, and joked and Terry had made 
her decision-no more work at the local massage parlor. 

She drove Brad to the airport, kissing him goodbye, and whispering, "Don't 
forget the Canary Islands!" 

"I won't baby, and I won't forget you either-so long, sweetie!" 

And then, Brad was gone down the runway to get on his jet. Terry turned and 
walked back to her car, a feeling of loneliness sweeping over her. As she 
drove along the Lakeshore drive she looked out at the waters. They were 
choppy today, just like the turbulence surfacing inside her as being alone 
became reality once more. She glanced at the high-rise skyscrapers 
overlooking the lake, and she wished she could live in one of those deluxe 
apartments with a man who'd stay at home with her. But, she finally 
reasoned, that was her lot in life, and she'd make the best of it. Yet, no 
sooner had she gotten back to her apartment, than the phone was ringing. 
Picking it up, she started talking to Laura. 

"Where's Brad?" Laura asked, knowing he'd gone again, as she'd watched them 
drive out earlier. 

"Oh, around," Terry replied, hating to admit he had left her alone again. 

"Around where-the airport?" 

"Alright, so I drove him to O'Hare Field. He's on his way to Miami-" 

"That's nice," Laura laughed. 

Terry felt like hanging up on her. 

"Well, if you don't want to be alone tonight, you know you can always join 
me at the Roman Massage-" 

"Thanks," Terry said, "I'll let you know later!" 

"Alright, luv-take care!" 

After Laura hung up, she put some music on her stereo and listened to it, 
and watched the sun shining on the lake. The beauty of the sun gilding the 
rippling water held a strange fascination for her. And then, she found 
herself dreaming. And as she dreamed she thought of some of the younger men, 
nearer her age she could have married, but turned down because she wanted 
the money, the opportunity that they could offer. And it cut into her to 
think of the choice she had made. Now, that she had experienced sex with a 
variety of right-on, virile, younger men, she felt it hard to settle for 
one. The music sort of released her inhibitions, and she decided why not? 
Why not go back and have a ball? She fixed herself some lunch, and later 
phoned Laura. 

"Laura-" 

"Yes, darling-" 

"I want you to drop by-r-I'm going with you tonight." 

"You see, baby-I hate to say I told you so but I'm awfully glad you're going 
with me." 

That evening, she dropped by and picked her up. The two women didn't have 
much to say for it was fast becoming an accepted fact that the massage 
parlor business was just another job for both of them. At the massage 
parlor, they were each assigned to their respective rooms, and Terry put on 
her skimpy bra and panty outfit. 

As Terry walked into her room, she saw she already had a customer waiting on 
the massage table. He was stretched out, and had a towel over his behind. He 
looked up when she walked in and she saw he was not bad looking. His blue 
eyes glinted with anticipation, as they swept down her body. 

"Hi," he grinned. 

"Hi," she shrugged, a small smile coming to her face. He didn't take long to 
flip off the towel himself, and then he said, "I'm ready for a massage, 
baby-anytime you are!" 

Her fingers hovered over the white buns of his small rump, and then she 
touched him. Her hand closed over one cheek and she squeezed it, sending a 
thrill throughout her body as well as his. Then she massaged it, exploring 
the beauty of the one buttock thoroughly before moving over to the other. 
Sweat trickled down her underarms as her fingers caressed his bare warm 
bottom and she shut her eyes, imagining that they were clenching, as she 
turned-on with his body. 

Then, she reached out and used both hands to give him a vigorous buttock 
massage, and all the time she did this, he was clenching his buttocks, 
pressing down on the bed, obviously enjoying her hands immensely. 

He had broad shoulders, a trim waist, firm, round buttocks, and sturdy legs. 
She ran her fingers down his inner thigh, and he proudly parted his legs 
displaying his testicles. Her fingers traced his testicles, and she imagined 
what his proud, hard penis would look like. 

And then, she said huskily, "Turn over, luv-" The sturdy, good-looking male 
turned over, and as he did so displayed his stiff male member, and a 
complete view of his testicles. He had his legs spread now, and asked, "You 
got the door locked?" 

She nodded, and smiled, "I always lock the door-don't worry about that." 

"Take your top off and let me get a load of those naked knockers. I'll bet 
those nipples are tremendous!" 

And then, she slid her bra off, and her proud, beautiful tits went on 
display, their erect nipples, rigid, and rosy-red. 

"Wow!" he smiled, "Good sucking tits-bend over!" 

Moving up, she bent over him brushing them across his face at first, and 
then as his arms encircled her, she stopped, allowing him the chance to suck 
one in his open mouth. His mouth closed around it tightly, and his teeth bit 
down lightly. 

"Ohhh-ahhh-that is fantastic!" she panted, as she felt the suction building 
as he sucked on her breast. 

She ran her fingers through his hair while he sucked on her breast, and she 
begged him, "Bite the nipple-bite it, baby!" And he bit it effectively, 
causing her to feel the excitement to race up and down her spine. 

"Do the other one for me, baby," she begged. 

He released one breast, and then moved over to the other. His mouth opened, 
swept the breast inside, and the suction build-up began again. 

"Ahhh-ohhhh-that's it, suck on it, suck on it," she panted, feeling frantic 
excitement. Now, she wanted him to use his fantastic tongue action on the 
triangle of curly hair located between her legs. He accommodated her, and 
his tongue swept down there, and he licked in darting tongue movements. 

"Go, baby, go!" 

She was on the massage table, straddling his face, pressing her hot vagina 
down over his face. 

"Suck it," she panted, "Suck my cunt!" 

The action continued, and the tongue jabbed up there. With wild, threshing 
movements he swept the velvet vagina walls, and she felt his hands massaging 
her buttocks, pulling her tighter to his face until his mouth pressed down 
on her like a tight-clamp. 

"Eat my snatch," she begged, "Eat my pussy, baby-eat it up!" Indeed, he did 
eat her, his tongue lapping, licking, teasing, tantalizing and stimulating 
her. He opened his eyes so he could completely enjoy the naked snatch he was 
sucking. Terry was a gorgeous girl-everywhere-snatch included, and he wanted 
to make his tongue dart about her there to tantalize her the best way he 
knew how. 

His tongue stabbed her gash, and he flicked it back and forth in a tattoo 
pattern on her clitoris. She gripped his head, as she pressed down to his 
mouth. 

"Eat it," she whispered, her fingers clawing into his head, "Eat it-go 
ahead!" 

Flipping his tongue around inside her, he prepared for the climax she sought 
so desperately. And his hands pulled her tighter, and tighter to his mouth. 

"Ohhhh! Eat me! Eat my pussy, you dirty pussy eater," something impelled her 
to blurt at him. 

But this didn't stop him from enjoying her. If anything, it only increased 
his pleasure at making passionate love to her. 

When he'd finished, he took his mouth away from her, and she got off him. 

"Hey, honey-you've got some duties to perform," he smiled, "Go down there 
between my legs, and take advantage of me!" 

To illustrate precisely what he wanted, he slid a pillow under his buttocks, 
and spread his legs wide. 

Patting his behind with his hands, he smiled, "Suck this honey-first, and 
then this!" 

When he said 'this', his hands were on his penis. She crouched at his 
crotch, and let her tongue flip-flap along his buttocks. 

"Lick it right around my asshole," he insisted. And then she slid her tongue 
around it there, and finally stiffened and plunged it up his hot hole. 

"Hey, baby, reach up here and pull on my prick! This is the Rim-and-Jerk 
game, come on, rim my butt, and jerk my dick!" Terry let her tongue continue 
stabbing his behind, and then she gripped his penis, and began pulling hard 
on it, trying to give him the off-beat satisfaction he wanted. 

"Ohhh, baby, what a good hand-grip," he told her, "That's sensational-suck 
it!" 

Pumping on his penis, she continued letting :he tongue slide around his 
anus, and alternately thrust inside him. 

"Baby, better start licking on my prick," he insisted, "I-I can't take much 
more of this action." 

She slipped out, slid her tongue along his testicles, and she licked the 
underside, lapping the length of the penis up to the head. She capped the 
head of it with her mouth and started sucking. 

His hands went down on her head, and he held her in place, as he thrust it 
to her. 

"Oh, hot cocksucker, suck that prick! Eat it-that's it-suck that 
joystick-ohhhhhhh-ahhhh, suck that prick!" 

It didn't take him long to shoot his wad, with her superb suction, she was 
producing with her hot-mouth action. 

The cum shot in great gobs of sticky, white sperm and she sucked it 
greedily, enjoying it immensely. She didn't take her mouth off his rod until 
she'd finished giving him the satisfaction he sought, and then pulled off. 

As she stood up, she slipped into her bra again, and put on her abbreviated 
hot-pants. He looked at her, and said, "You really are a good lay, I'll get 
your name, honey so I can ask for you again!" 

"My name's Terry," she smiled. 

"I'm Steve," he ginned, "Here's the extra money!" She took the twenty he 
handed her, and tucked it in the hot pants. Then, he walked out, and she was 
alone. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

The next man that came in, puzzled her. He was carrying something in his 
hand, and he put it down, and then she saw what it was-a double dildo. 

He got on the massage table, and she began to rub him down. As her fingers 
reached the swell of his mounds, he became excited, and said, "Use your 
finger up my asshole-I like that!" 

Then, she slipped it up his tight anus. He did enjoy it, and pumped his 
buttocks back, to meet her finger-thrust. 

"I'm anal orientated," he explained. 

"You're what?" 

"Anal orientated," he smiled, "That's the psychological definition-" 

"I never was much on Psych," she laughed. "I teach it," he smiled. 

"That's nice-you could give fucking lessons too-couldn't you?" 

"Of course," he said, "Matter of fact I think I'm conducting one right now." 

And then he smiled, "Reach down there and see what I've got for you!" 

"A double dildo-and a dildo on a strap," she laughed, "What is all this 
for?" 

"Our sex and games," he nodded. 

He got down off the massage table, and said, "Now you lie up there, baby, 
and let me massage you!" 

As she got up on the massage table, his hands reached out, and he began 
stroking her breasts. Then, he bent over, and took each nipple and sucked on 
them. This excited her completely. 

"Suck it for me," she begged, as she pushed him down to her hairy vagina. 
She thought it would be a conquest of sorts to force a psychology 
professor's face down in her hot, hairy moistening mound. He thought the 
same thing. And as his mouth moved down to her triangle, his tongue lapped 
her soft flesh. 

"Ohhh, do me," she whispered, stroking the professor's head. Like any other 
man, his tongue delighted in licking away eagerly at her genitals, and he 
did a superb job of stabbing her gash with a perfectly stiff tongue. 

Both hands held her in place. 

"Eat me," she begged, "Eat my pussy, honey-eat it!" The professor's long 
tongue whirled around inside her, enjoying her hot, horny hole completely. 

"Lick it," she begged, "Nibble on my clit--ohhhh, yes, my love button loves 
it!" 

Obediently, the professor flipped his hot tongue on her clitoris, and 
brought her to another climax. 

"Suck my pussy," she panted, pushing him tighter to her vagina, "Thata' boy, 
professor, eat pussy-" 

The professor enjoyed having a woman insisting he go down on her, for he'd 
suffered plenty in his classrooms with the mini-skirted girls who didn't 
wear panties putting their pussies on display, particularly during 
test-times. The lure was almost unbearable, and when he'd succumbed to give 
a glance toward the rather forward young students, he caught one wiggling 
her mound, just as if a penis were being inserted in it. It stimulated his 
imagination to see such a sight, and it didn't drive him to his wife. 
Instead, he wanted to pursue some young pussy that might be willingly 
offered, with no complicated strings attached. At the massage parlor, he'd 
hit what he was looking for. 

Finishing, he lifted his face from her. 

"Delicious-thanks for the feeding," he grinned, getting off her, and then 
motioning with his hand for her to stay there, he smiled, "Now, stay where 
you are-stay right there, and I'll bring the dildoes over here." 

He brought the dildoes over to the massage table, and gave one to the girl. 
The one that had the double-prongs. For a long moment, Terry looked at the 
plastic penises which were strategically placed on a strip of solid plastic. 

"One goes into your asshole, the other fits into your pussy," he smiled, 
"Isn't this a lovely creation?" 

"Lovely," she nodded, and then he placed it in her hand so she could slip 
them in. 

"Watching a woman drill both holes stimulates me," he explained, "Now, baby, 
don't ask me why-I don't know. And I'm sure not going to any psychiatrist 
and lie on his couch and wait for him to tell me why I find this so damned 
enchanting!" 

"If it makes you happy, you horny bastard," she laughed, "It's alright with 
Terry!" 

"Okay, Terry-start pumping it into your asshole first!" Terry found the 
double-dildo extremely awkward. Nevertheless, she made the most of it, and 
first slid the one dildo up her rectum. 

This was followed by edging the tip of the other dildo into her tight 
vagina. As both of the penises slid into place, the professor was completely 
turned on by the sight of it all. He suddenly began pumping with his hand, 
making quick, jerking movements. 

"Ohhh-yes-yes," he gasped, "That's beautiful!" And he reached down between 
his own legs to grip his tool. Pulling on his penis, he began jerking it to 
a quick climax. 

"Fuck it, Terry-just like you had a couple of men drilling you. That's what 
I see in my imagination-one man driving his cock up your sweet asshole, and 
the other ramming it up your tight twat!" 

"Sounds good," Terry smiled, sliding them at a faster and faster pace, 
noticing that he was pulling on his penis at just about the same tempo she 
was pushing the dildoes into place. 

"Keep that up," he insisted, "That's it! Keep it up!" The action built, and 
the pleasure grew. 

"Fuck it," he gasped, "Fuck your asshole! Fuck your cunt-hole!" 

The double-barreled approach to screwing was producing not only pleasure to 
the watcher, but indeed producing some superlative sensations for Terry-who 
thought to herself, the old professor indeed knew what he was doing. 

"Fuck it-fuck my cunt-fuck my ass," he cried, as he pulled his penis off, 
and for a moment Terry was forced to wonder if it was a case of projection. 
Was the psychology professor projecting himself into her place, and 
imagining the dildoes were penises. It became so complex for her she 
couldn't determine for sure what was his hang-up. 

All she knew for sure was that he was getting some kind of a kick, jerking 
off and watching the two dildoes slide up her two holes. 

Faster and faster, he pumped his hand as he jerked. She pushed the dildoes 
quicker, and quicker, until she saw the juice gush out of his pulled on 
penis. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried, rushing over to her, and telling her, 
"Turn your head, honey--let me feed you some hot cream fresh from my 
pecker." 

Turning, she opened her mouth and let him slip his dripping penis inside her 
mouth. It thoroughly stimulated her, and she was delighted to suck on it. 

"Ahhhhh-ohhhhh, baby, that's beautiful," he moaned, enjoying watching her 
cheeks suck in as she finished eating him. 

As she gulped the juices, she gave a small gasp, and turning at this angle, 
she almost gagged on the cum. Finally, she managed to get it down, and then, 
he smiled. 

"Now, you get off the table," he said, "and rub me down. By then I'll be 
ready for some more action." 

He got back on the table, and she promptly proceeded to use her hands on his 
body. Effectively pushing down at the nerve centers, she massaged him so 
that he enjoyed it immensely. 

"Keep it up," he said, "you're bringing me back to life." From the way she 
saw his asscheeks tighten as he pressed down on the massage table, she knew 
this was indeed happening. 

And then, she let her hands slip between the crack in his behind. He tensed 
some more, telling her quietly, "Ohhh-I like it when your hands slip between 
my legs!" 

She slid one finger up his tight-anus, and this pleased him too, as he 
accepted her finger as if it was a small penis. Then, pointing to the other 
dildo in the container on the floor, he suggested "Terry, honey-go strap 
that on, will you?" 

Stepping over to it, she took it in her hands and proceeded to strap it on 
her body. It held good, and then, with it projecting straight out, she went 
back to the massage table. 

"Shove it," he smiled, as he flipped over, and held his legs up and out. 

"You really want me to?" she smiled, almost sadly as she looked at the eager 
professor, holding his ass up, eager, hot to satisfy his strange lust. 

"Yes-hurry up, honey," he insisted. 

Terry kicked herself mentally for making and kind of a fuss. If this was the 
kind of action that they wanted, this was the kind of action they obviously 
required. She got up on the massage table, feeling terribly awkward with the 
big dildo sticking out. From the way the professor was parting his buttock 
cheeks, she knew what he wanted. Grasping it in her hand, she guided it into 
its target spot. 

"Shove it," he requested, "Give it to me!" 

From the wild, insistent, passion-filled look on the professor's earnest 
face, Terry deduced this action meant much to him. Smiling, as best she 
could, she laughed, "Alright, professor-here it is!" 

Saying no more, she rammed it up there, and he howled in pain as the first 
thrust past the anal ring hurt like the devil. 

"Take this," she panted, "And this-and this!" 

Inch by inch, she thrust the dildo up the professor's tight behind. He 
seemed to like it too. 

'Fuck!" he begged, "Fuck my asshole!" 

Apparently, he was indeed anal-orientated. The only way he could satisfy 
this strange sexual desire, and still feel at all normal, was to find a 
woman who'd use a dildo up his hot behind. 

But, he obviously expected more, for Terry observed the professor was 
turning his body around so that his huge, thick penis was standing up-eager, 
ready! 

"See, baby-this is what I want! A mouth on my dong, and a dildo driving up 
my rectum!" 

"You shall have it," Terry smiled, trying ever so hard to angle her body so 
she could keep the dildo from slipping out, and so she could get her mouth 
over his meat. 

"Ahh-ohhh-you almost made it," the professor eyed her, as her mouth came 
closer, closer to his cock. 

"Now, just let your tongue out," he begged her as she came within tongue's 
length of it. Her tongue shot out, licking the swollen head of it, and then, 
he angled his body around and it slid smoothly into her mouth. 

Terry was becoming a specialist at cocksucking, and thought she could write 
her own book on suck-action technique when she had finished her masseuse 
career. 

"Ahhh-ohhhh-yes, baby, yes," he moaned, "Do it-do it, sweetheart-do it! 

The pleasure surged through his body, as he felt himself getting 
dual-action. The hot delight of her sucking mouth, and the exciting action 
of her dildo driving up his tight behind, both produced a lot of pleasure 
for him. 

"Suck that prick," he whispered, "Ahhh-ohhh, drag your lip, mouth girl-make 
my cock quiver!" 

Terry remembered about letting her lower-lip drag over the penis-head, and 
as she did this, his penis quivered. 

"Ohhh-ahhh-yes-yes," he gasped, "That is beautiful!" Apparently, Terry was 
turning the old professor on. He reached over to a glass with an ice cube in 
it that he'd brought into the massage room with him. He told Terry, "Slip 
your mouth off my rod a minute, honey-and put this ice cube in your mouth!" 

Terry wasn't eager to do this, as she had almost succeeded in bringing him 
to orgasm. But, now she was doing what he told her, as he was the man in the 
bread, and that was what counted in this kind of action. 

His penis flipped out of her mouth, and she took the ice cube into her mouth 
as he placed it there before her lips. Then, the professor explained, "This 
is hot and cold fucking, honey! The cube gets the mouth nice and cool. I 
call it refrigerated fucking!" 

When her mouth had cooled off with the ice cube, she slipped it out and took 
what was left of it, and tossed it on the floor. 

"Alright, baby, now open your mouth and let me fuck you!" 

His penis-head popped into her mouth and she sucked. The cool of the ice 
cube had given her mouth a comfortable feeling, and as the hot penis slid 
into her mouth, she sucked smoothly. The professor was enjoying himself 
immensely now. 

"That's it-suck my prick, baby-suck it for me!" 

The action continued, and excitement built to a peak, and he finally could 
hold back no longer. His hands went out, and he guided her over his rod. 

"Eat it, baby, eat my prick!" 

She gobbled up the juices, lapping it up pleasurably. As she ate his prick, 
he begged, "Now, honey-fuck my asshole at the same time. It's the 
double-action I dig. Fuck and suck. That's it-shove it up there. Don't worry 
about hurting my asshole. I can take it! Shove it!" 

Driving the dildo higher up his rectum, she sucked at the same time. And as 
the sticky sperm continued shooting in her mouth, she quickly deduced it was 
the double action that created the excitement for him. 

Slipping her mouth off, she slid off his penis, and then promptly let the 
dildo slide out of his anus. 

"You gave me a good screwing," he smiled, "I really enjoyed it!" 

"Beautiful," she smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, professor. It took a lot 
of psychology to satisfy your asshole, as well as your pecker." 

"A little out of the ordinary," he smiled, and then he looked at her 
strangely. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" 

"Because you're different!" 

"Different?" 

"You're not like the other women around here. They're hard as nails. Would 
you mind if I kissed you?" 

"No," she shook her head slowly, "not if you want to." 

"Funny, but I want to," he smiled, and wrapping his arms around her, pressed 
his lips to herb passionately. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

That night, Terry would just as soon have left alone, but that was 
impossible with Laura hustling all the side business she could. The moment 
Terry was ready to go home, Laura was standing there, with a wavy haired, 
blonde man with blue eyes, and full, sensuous lips. 

"Meet Wayne," she introduced him, "And this is Terry, the girl I've told you 
so much about." 

"Hi, Terry," Wayne smiled. 

"I hope you don't mind if I've invited him over to our place for a 
nightcap." 

"Why no-I don't mind at all," Terry said, nervously biting her lip, and 
secretly wishing she could tear Laura into little pieces. 

The trio left the massage parlor, and went to the apartment house on Lake 
Shore Drive. Laura hit upon the idea of utilizing Terry's place. 

"Why don't we use your pad?" she smiled at Terry, "I'm tired of being the 
one whose booze stock is depleted all the time." 

Not really wanting to go to her apartment, yet not wanting Laura to think 
she was a cheap skate on the booze issue, she felt forced to nod. 

"Oh, sure, that's fine!" she smiled. And then the three of them went up to 
the apartment. Promptly, Terry went over to the bar, and asked them both 
what they wanted to drink, and fixed drinks for them. 

Once they were smashed on three setups, the handsome blonde man, suggested, 
"No reason for us to be uncomfortable with all these clothes-let's take them 
off!" 

"Why not?" Laura laughed, "And I believe the bedroom is the appropriate 
place to undress, now isn't it?" 

"Doesn't make any difference to me where I bare my butt, long as we all get 
in the nude," Wayne chuckled. 

"Sure, let's go to the bedroom," Terry agreed. And then the three of them 
moved to the bedroom, and began undressing. They took off all their clothes, 
and then, Wayne was the first to flip back the bedspread, tossing back the 
white sheets, and to lie on the bed, with his legs outspread, "You know what 
I've always thought I'd do with two women," he smiled, his huge, thick penis 
standing up, rigid, and ready. 

"What?" Laura smiled, coming over and sitting naked on the bed beside him. 

"I thought it would be fun to have one chick doing the ass-eating, and the 
other sucking on my nuts, and eating my joystick!" 

"Joystick V 

"That's what I always call it. A juicy joystick. Ifs sure brought a lot of 
joy to enough women, I'll tell you that!" 

"I'll bet it has," Laura smiled. And then, she bent over, letting her tongue 
flip over the head of it. She moved down it, and took the head of the joint 
in her mouth, and sucked. As she sucked, Terry went to work on his behind, 
just as he had requested. 

"Baby," he told Laura, "Do your thing on my nuts first-lick 'em, and tickle 
'em with your tongue, and then suck them up in your mouth. Do it first one 
at a time, and then try to get both balls in your mouth. It should really 
prove exciting!" 

Terry let her hands, part his clean-looking blonde behind, allowing a good 
view of his golden, hairy asshole. It seemed like a simple request for he 
was beautiful all over. Her hot tongue lashed the inner walls of his 
buttocks, and he quivered in sexual ecstasy. 

Then, she flipped her tongue inside his hot hole, and shot it speedily back 
and forth. Now, the excitement built and she thoroughly enjoyed it. 

Ramming the tongue up his anus, as if it were a small penis produced intense 
delight for Wayne, and his butt wiggled in time to her tongue jabs. 

"Ohhh, baby, does that ever feel good," he told her quickly, responsive to 
her intrusive tongue sliding up his hot asshole. Not to be outdone by her 
sexual performance, the competitive spirit surfaced in Laura and she quickly 
went to work on his testicles. At first, she merely let her tongue slowly 
drag over them, and then she sucked them into her mouth, and let her tongue 
slip over them. The pressure built up, and she opened her mouth, permitting 
his testicles to fall into it. Then, he moaned in delight, letting his hands 
reach down on Laura's shoulders, and his finger tips touched the head of 
Terry, as she worked industriously with her tongue to produce an erotic 
effect. 

"That's it, girls-love me! Love me-up my asshole, suck those big, juicy 
balls!" 

Laura intensified her tongue action, and when his balls slipped out of his 
mouth swept up the underside of his penis, focusing on the sensitive glans 
portion of his penis. Soon she capped the crown of his cock with her mouth, 
and sucked. 

The suction pressure she was building up on the head of his penis was a 
pleasant contrast to the action going on in his hot asshole. Terry's tongue, 
uninhibitedly slid up there, stimulating him completely. 

"Go, girl go," he panted, as the passionate delight swept over his body, 
"Stab my asshole with your tongue! Side it in there, way up there, baby-way 
up there!" 

The hot tongue action, merging with the cocksucking was giving Wayne one of 
the best three-way he'd ever experienced. He could hardly keep his body on 
the bed, as the sensational excitement shot through his body. 

"Lick that ass out! Clean it out with your tongue, honey," he begged her. 
With her eyes closed, and no feeling or sensation, but her tongue slickly 
sliding up his hot, tight anus, she was lost in his behind, and loving it. 

Now, Laura let her mouth travel the length of his penis, and he thrust it 
ahead, letting the head of it touch the back of her throat. 

"Ohhh, I like that-when it touches your throat, honey, that's fantastic! 
Keep it up-that's wild!" 

The excitement persisted, and the two of them went faster, and faster, and 
the passion built up. 

"Suck my cock-suck it, ohhhh L yes, baby, yes, get that juice!" he cried 
impassioned, as his hand held her down at his loins. Both women, confined to 
one man's genitals, and loving the debasement, savoring the sweet, sweaty 
aroma of his blonde genitals. 

And then he felt his juices ready to burst out of him. With wild, rampaging 
movements, he drove forward. 

"Eat it! Eat my pecker," he begged, "Ahhhhh-ohhhhhh, I'm coming! Suck my 
prick! Suck it off!" 

The hot juice flashed down Laura's throat, and she was happy to suck the joy 
juice out of it. 

"Ahhhh-ohhhh, eat it-eat my pecker," he panted, as Terry kept her 
tongue-jabbing up his asshole going at a good clip. And Laura wouldn't move 
off her mouth until she'd finished him off. 

"Beautiful-beautiful," he smiled, in total satisfaction as both women had 
given him his ultimate orgasm. 

Once Laura had gotten her juice, and enjoyed the delicious taste of his 
thick sperm-load, she slipped off, and smiled, "I need a drink!" 

"You just had one," he laughed. 

"I mean something tall and cool," she smiled. 

"Well, you've had it long and hot;" he grinned, "Isn't that good enough for 
you?" 

Terry took her tongue out of his hot asshole, and he complimented her, 
"You're a real good ass fucker. That tongue of yours is talented! And I 
mean, talented!" 

Terry seem well-pleased with the compliment he had given her. "Thank you, 
Wayne," she nodded, "I've had my tongue sliding up some real groovy 
assholes, and I guess I'm well trained now." 

"You sure are, baby," he smiled. 

"I'll get some more booze-and bring it in here-where are your ice cubes, 
honey?" Laura asked, apparently trying to down all the liquor she could now 
that it was on Terry. 

"There are ice cubes in the bar refrigerator or in the refrigerator in the 
kitchen," she told her. Laura got up, and when she was out of the room, 
Wayne smiled, "Baby, you didn't get a drop of my cum, did you?" 

Terry shook her head. 

"Well, I'm not going to play favorites," he grinned, "There's enough juice 
in there to feed both of you! Now, why don't you open up, and I'll slip it 
into your hot mouth!" 

Returning to his loins, Terry let her mouth slip over the head of his still 
erect penis, and tried to pump some life back into it. 

"You see, honey-I'm getting nice and hard again," he told her, "All you have 
to do is suck on the head of it a couple more minutes and I'll fill your 
sweet mouth with cock juice." 

When Laura came back in and caught them going at it again, she complained, 
"Now, that's not fair, Wayne old boy. This is a triple-play screw, and you 
shouldn't leave little old Laura out of the action!" 

"I'll fix you a drink," she smiled, when he didn't reply. 

"Good, honey, and if you want to, you can eat my ass out while I feed her 
some sperms." 

"I'll need a good strong drink myself," Laura giggled, "before I go down on 
your asshole!" 

At that point, she prepared the drink for herself, handing the one she'd 
made over to Wayne. Wayne sipped his liquor slowly, as he watched the woman 
slip up and down over the meaty penis, he was presenting her. 

Laura gulped down a hefty slug of liquor, and then she smiled at Wayne. 

"Alright, I'm ready to suck your sweet ass out!" 

She crouched at his crotch, and got down in there so her face was even with 
his behind. She slipped her tongue up between his ass-cheeks, and licked all 
around his quivering asshole. 

Wayne leaned his head back, and finished the liquor. Reaching over, he put 
the glass on the floor. 

"Oh, that's wild! You two women are too damned much! Suck that ass out, 
Laura, baby-let your tongue slide away up there, and give it to me-give, 
baby, give!" 

As one tongue lashed inside his tight asshole, the other woman's mouth moved 
quickly up and down his rod-faster, ever faster as she increased the pace. 

"Fuck me," he gasped, "Fuck me!" 

With the double-mouth action, everything was coming up sucking for Wayne, 
who reached out to grip the sheets in his sexual ecstasy. 

"Ohhhh-ahhhhhh," he grunted, as his head went from side to side, and his 
eyes became misty with sensuous delight. 

"That's it! Eat me-eat my dong! Eat it, baby, eat my prick!" 

The hot sperm exploded in Terry's sucking mouth, and she was panting, 
sweating, and thrilled, as she tasted his sperm. Having developed a decided 
taste for the precious juice, she was elated Wayne had given her an 
opportunity to sample his juicy goodness. 

"Suck it," he moaned, reaching over to shove her head down to the base of 
his mainstem. "Suck my dong!" 

Laura did her thing in his asshole, making it a point not to slip her tongue 
out until he was through, with his ass wiggling, as he shot, and shot his 
cum to Terry's mouth. 

When he'd finished shooting, and Terry slid off the head of it, the two 
women both moved away from him. 

"You know what I'd like?" he smiled. 

"What would you like?" Laura laughed, bubbling with happy excitement, as she 
always did in the middle of an action orgy 

"I'd like you to use one of those dildoes to fuck my asshole-I heard from 
one cat who was in the Navy and in Panama they got wicked women down there, 
who'll wear a dildo, and fuck a guy's ass out, and give him a wild 
sensation!" 

"Sure," Laura agreed, "but I'll have to go back to my apartment to get 
them!" 

"I'll wait," Wayne laughed. "Terry and I will be drinking booze, and maybe I 
can make a nosedive on her snatch while you're out of the room." 

"Sounds like I should let Terry go get the dildoes," Laura complained. 

"No," he insisted, "You go get those fuckin' dildoes, and let me and Terry 
have our fun!" 

At that point, Laura left the bedroom, and went into the living room to slip 
into her clothes so she could return to the apartment and get the dildoes, 
so the action can commence. At that point, Wayne was brushing his face 
across beautiful Terry's bountiful breasts, and then he opened his mouth, 
letting one nipple slip in gently. 

As the mouth opened, and he felt the nipple slipping into it, his tongue 
swept out, and he titillated the nipple-tip with the end of his tongue. This 
was producing hot sensations in Terry's body, and she was enjoying it to the 
utmost. 

He moved down her body slowly, finally letting his tongue lick around her 
vagina. As the tongue swept the hairs of her moist mound, his body quivered, 
in anticipation of dipping inside her velvety vagina. 

"Ohhhh, baby, eat me," she begged him, and then he let his tongue jab up her 
hot hole. As it lashed inside her juicy mound, he panted, and grunted 
excitedly. 

"Suck me-suck me," she begged, "Ahhhhhohhhhhhhh, eat my pussy lover, eat my 
snatch!" 

Terry's legs wrapped around his head, as he went on eating down there. And 
he became lost in the pussy-action. Exploring the walls of her liquid, juicy 
vagina with his tongue, he made small darting movements, and then started 
lapping her up, licking her there. 

"Ahhhh-ohhh, eat my pussy," she demanded, "That's it! Give me a tongue job. 
You're a real horny tongue man," she grunted. 

At that very moment, her husband unbeknownst to her was landing at O'Hare 
Field. He'd been able to complete his Miami assignment in a couple of hours, 
and decided he might as well hop the next jet back to the windy city. 

He hastily got in the plane and all the way home, Brad thought of Terry. He 
thought of her alone in bed, wishing he was there beside her. 

The very last impression he had of her was when he saw her looking at him 
sadly, as he was boarding his plane. He felt almost guilty leaving her alone 
like that. She was a young, spirited woman, and he felt he was doing their 
marriage a grave injustice being on the road as much as he had to be. The 
skyways had been fun at first. Chicago, one day, Miami or Los Angeles, the 
next. He had thought he'd have a ball screwing the stewardesses. 

But, fucking the stewardesses had become boresome. They were damned good 
screws he had to admit, often picked for their cunt capabilities. Yet, they 
charged so much, dividing each act into categories, and not willing to give 
an ass-suck or cock-suck without an inflationary charge, that it sickened 
him. They could keep their hot little cunts to themselves, and their mouth 
and handjobs with the inflated egos, and price-tags. He was heading home to 
his loyal wife-who loved only him-and would do it any way he told her to, at 
the drop of a request! 

The lights over Miami were a glorious spectacle, as he saw the shimmering 
spectacle below of the small arm of Miami Beach, where the world's most 
dazzling array of splendorous hotels held forth. 

He leaned back, and listened to the music coming from the stereo earphones, 
and enjoyed himself. 

He fell asleep like this, and when the stewardess wanted to serve him food, 
she had to awaken him. 

"Would you like the Paris steak or the Chick en Florencia?" she smiled 
sweetly at him, giving him an instant hard-on, and making him immediately 
forget all his prejudices about stewardess prices. 

"Oh, thank you-the Paris Steak-that sounds good-I guess I fell asleep." 

"That music will do it," the attractive stewardess smiled, "We'll serve you 
in just a moment!" 

The cart which was a few feet down the aisle in the airplane, came closer 
moments later, and the meal was served. He enjoyed it, and decided he might 
as well make a pitch for the sweet, innocent-appearing stewardess. 

"I'm Brad," he smiled, "and you're-" 

"I'm Joyce," she grinned, "Fly me-" 

"Fuck you," he chuckled. 

"That wasn't funny," she snapped, "Well, you said 'fly me!'-didn't you?" 

The girl moved away, and Brad got bitter about the hypocrisy. Then, about 
two hours later, he saw Chicago spread out in all her bedazzling glory along 
the lakefront. He leaned forward to see the lights of the city, as the plane 
lowered. The Captain came on, "All passengers are asked to stop smoking 
until we land, kindly go back to your seats, and fasten your safety belts. 
We are arriving in Chicago, and eleven p.m., the visibility is clear, the 
temperature is sixty-four degrees. We will land at O'Hare Field in Chicago 
in ten minutes." 

As the great plane hastened by the sprawling city of Chicago, Brad was more 
eager than ever to be with his wife. He could envision her in bed-alone, and 
waiting, just for him. 

As soon as Brad got off the plane, he took a taxi to his Lake Shore Towers 
apartment. He thought it would be much more exciting for his wife, if he 
just walked in and surprised her. So, he hurried up the elevator, went down 
the hall to their apartment, and quietly opened the door. As he hurried 
through the living room, he didn't even notice some clothes on the floor. He 
was too intent to surprise Terry with his unannounced presence. 

Walking into the room, he stood there in shock. Big, athletic, Wayne was 
going down on Terry, as she had her legs wrapped around his neck. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing with my wife!" he bellowed 
furiously. 

"Your wife?" Wayne gasped, lifting his mouth from Terry's poised vagina. 

"Oh, honey, I wasn't expecting you," Terry stammered, unable to find words 
to fit the situation. 

"Apparently not," he ranted, and just then Laura walked in carrying the two 
dildoes, and stark naked, having left her clothes in the living room. 

"What the hell are you doing here with that damned dildo strapped on your 
body?" he shrieked at Laura. 

"Nothing," she giggled nervously. 

"Get off my wife," Brad demanded, and then as he came closer to her, he 
became so infuriated, he yelled, "No, you stick your foul tongue in her 
rotten hole-I don't want her anymore!" 

Wayne dropped his face back to her vagina, and went ahead licking it. 

"Keep his tongue, honey-cause I'm going to make damned sure you never get 
mine," Brad snapped, and turned and walked boldly out of the bedroom. 

"Get off me," Terry shrieked, realizing that her husband was going away 
forever. Wayne didn't know what to do. One minute somebody was telling him 
to go ahead, and the very next someone was shrieking savagely to stop. 

She didn't take long to push Wayne off, and get off the bed, dash through 
the living room, and hurry to the hall, poking her head out the door. 

As Brad looked back, and saw her, he warned, "Don't come out into the hall, 
honey-you're not decent!" 

Tears moistened Terry's eyes, as the truth of what he'd said hit her with 
shocking impact. 


THE END
