BB-125  Swappers Hotel
by Jack Milton


ONE 

"You're next!" Mae Maples called from the back room of the health spa after 
responding to the buzzer. 

Midmorning. Lola Kray had just finished taking a mineral bath. The hot pool 
was empty. Her husband had gone into Palm Springs on business. The heat of 
the warm bath had ignited her body. Her thoughts were prurient. She was on 
vacation and that meant that she wanted to have a good time, even if her 
husband had come to Cactus Health Spa because of a slight bit of arthritis 
in his knee. She sometimes wondered if Dick didn't use his arthritis as an 
excuse for not wanting sex as often as Lola did. They hadn't had it the 
night before. She was hot and frustrated. 

Lola ran her finger around her bikini bra, dipping it beneath. She removed 
the suit while standing before the full-length mirror in the massage room. 
It was quiet. She studied her well-proportioned body, running her hands up 
from her thighs, over her belly, and up to cup her fleshy breasts. Her 
fingers squeezed at the sensitive flesh and rubbed into the nipples, 
stimulating her already horny body. A glow came to her skin as her blood 
surfaced. She pulled one tit up to her mouth, lowering her head to examine 
it. Her liquid tongue wound around the saucer before licking the very 
sensitive tip. Now she widened her lips and kissed the entire circle of 
nipple until she sucked it and the flesh around it into her mouth. 

A cylindrical vibrator was on the counter. The shape of the vibrator 
reminded her very much of a man's erect penis. As she held her breast to her 
sensuous lips with one hand, the other hand extended to pick up the device. 
Flicking on the switch, she ran the penis-shaped plastic over her other tit 
and around the nipple until it stood up hard and tingled with excitement. 
Trembling with chills of response, she moved the vibrator from her breast 
down to her stomach and lower belly. 

Releasing her mouth hold on her tit, she ran the other hand down her body. 
Standing before the mirror, she held her cunt lips apart so that the 
vibrator could run over them, massaging the clitoris until she was electric 
with anticipation. She was about to work the vibrator into her cunt, now 
liquid with the stimulation, when she heard the door open and close. A flash 
of fear went through her, perhaps an old sense of guilt because she was 
practicing such self-erotic activity. Thinking the intruder was Mae Maples, 
she took the vibrator from her snatch and ran it over her thighs. 

Lola was startled when she looked into the mirror and saw the lascivious 
expression of Harry Maples, Mae's husband, as he stared at her. He wore only 
his jockey shorts and had inadvertently entered the massage room on his way 
to change into the white uniform he usually wore. 

"Hi!" Lola was embarrassed and could not think of anything else to say. Her 
eyes scanned the masculine physique that was approaching. The sight of him 
triggered the juices inside her to respond since she had already worked 
herself into a state of near climax. Her thighs were damp. She undulated her 
hips as she felt an even greater fire swelling in her cunt. Her tits stood 
straight forward, the nipples hard. She wiggled in response to the 
electrical charges shooting through her. She was tingling when she turned 
and looked into his face. 

"Hello, Mrs. Kray." Harry was in his thirties. 

He exuded a certain sexuality, whether fully dressed or naked. 

Lola held the vibrator in the air, motioning with it as she spoke. "Waiting 
for your wife to give me a massage. Just running this fascinating instrument 
over me-like a groovy preview, you know, of coming attractions." Her body 
jiggled involuntarily. 

"Saw where you were putting the little, that is, the vibrator." Harry beamed 
a large smile as he stepped closer to Lola Kray. "My wife's kinda hung up 
this morning. If you'd rather-" He took the vibrator from her and ran it up 
her arm, over her shoulder, and circled it around her left breast, just 
touching the circumference so that her grapefruit-shaped orb tingled with 
its presence. 

"If I'd rather what?" Lola's hands trembled; she wanted to reach forward and 
run them over Harry's body. 

Harry circled the vibrator over the flesh of her tit, slowly winding toward 
the nipple. "Rather I gave you a massage." With that he touched the point of 
the vibrator to the tip of her nipple. 

Lola shivered in anticipation, felt the sensation of fiery climax nearly 
ready to explode within. She put her hands to his sides as if to support 
herself. The feel of his body beneath her fingers excited her even more. She 
moaned, rolling her hips as if to hold back that urgent feeling. 
"Sounds-sounds groovy." She let the palms of her hands slide down to his 
waist. The stimulation of the vibrator caused her body to jerk and twist as 
if lunging to touch his. "Will you do it without these?" She snapped the 
elastic of his jockey shorts as she questioned. 

"Crazy!" He moved the vibrator to her other tit, gradually circling it to 
the tip of her nipple. "Take 'em off me." 

As Lola stared into his flashing eyes and watched as his tongue wet his 
lips, she ran her hand over the front of his jockey shorts, finding the 
hardening definition of his cock and running her fingers along the length of 
it. Her body jolted in reaction. Her eyes danced over his body. He was 
pretty much Joe Average, although he kept himself in good shape. Running the 
health spa he naturally got a certain amount of physical exercise. Beneath 
her touch his cock stiffened; it was no big thing, but big enough. She 
smoothed her fingers back up the neck of it, then put them to the sides of 
his shorts and slid them beneath the elastic. 

Harry pushed the vibrator into her nipple so that, with almost a spastic 
jerk, she began to peel his shorts down his leg. As the cloth cleared his 
cock, it sprang forward, head glistening. She crouched to her knees as she 
slid them the rest of the way down his legs. In that position she could 
admire his male organ in all its expanded glory, the sight of which flamed 
her flesh until she became giddy and lightheaded. She reached her finger 
into her cunt and pushed it forward and back several times. She had heard 
rumor of Harry's massage technique, but she had never had the opportunity or 
the nerve to investigate. Suddenly he was there and available. 

Harry stepped out of his shorts. While Lola crouched, hypnotized by his 
springing cock, he put his hands to her shoulders to pull her up. Once to 
her feet, his hands rubbed down to cup her tits. That physical contact was 
all it took for her to erupt, rolling and groaning, pushing her pelvis 
toward his as if trying to catch the head of his cock between her cunt lips. 
"Oh, God! Oh, Christ! Fire!! Fire!!" 

He steadied her writhing body, her garbled sounds of climax excited him. He 
held her in a firm grip for several moments. Finally he ran his hands down 
her arms and stepped back. She nearly fell forward when he broke contact 
with her. "I'll tell Mae that I'm going to do you. The best way to have a 
massage is uninterrupted, helps you relax more. Face up on the table. I'll 
be right back." 

Lola watched as he strode toward the door, pushed it open and called to his 
wife that he was taking care of Mrs. Kray. Lola got onto the table, her body 
still reacting to her climax, yet trembling in anticipation. She watched as 
he moved back to the table, his cock perpendicular to his body, switching at 
the air as if seeking a target. She felt her interest being reactivated. 

Harry got behind the table, placed his hands beneath her shoulders, and 
began stroking. As he did, his cock rested at her head. He stood on tiptoe 
so that the head of it would move over her forehead. "Now then, just relax, 
Mrs. Kray." 

"Relax?! " Her eyes were following the movement of his cock on her forehead. 
"Incidentally, my name's Lola." 

"Okay, Lola, try to relax." He continued rubbing her shoulders from back to 
upper chest, gradually working his hands down into the softness of her 
bulbous tits, over and around. As he did he pushed his hips further forward 
so that the underside of his cock pushed down between her eyes to the end of 
her nose. 

Now he began sweeping his hands lower on her body, circling her belly, and 
stretching his fingers toward her pubic hair. As he did, he bent his body 
further over the table so that his cock rode down to her chin. He moved his 
hips as he ran his hands over her; his cock slid back and forth. "How's that 
feel, Lola?" 

"Crazy!" Her lips remained open as she protruded her tongue to let it touch 
the underside of his cock. One taste and her tongue reached further, licking 
at the bulge and down as far as the head. 

Harry stepped back for a minute and spun an adjusting wheel which lowered 
the head end of the massage table so that she was on an incline, her feet 
higher than her head. Then he returned to his former position, massaging his 
hands over her lower torso and upper thighs. The head of his cock slid from 
her chin as his balls covered her forehead. She threw her head back so that 
she could reach for his testicles with her mouth. 

As Harry pushed his cock to furrow between her breasts, Lola cupped her 
hands to her tits and pressed them together to catch his cock between them. 
With his cock surrounded by her tits and his balls being lipped and tongued 
and eventually sucked into her mouth, Harry ran his hands up her liquid 
thighs and up into her crotch to spread it open. He slid the palms of his 
hand from her inner thighs up to her belly as his thumbs gouged into her 
cunt, the tips of his thumbs running back and forth over her clitoris. 

Without warning, Harry suddenly pulled his hands back up her body and 
unstraddled the table. She reached out for his waving cock, but he avoided 
her hands. Readjusting the table, so that Lola was now slightly tilted with 
her head higher than her legs, Harry went to the foot end of the table. He 
stood, almost posed between her feet as he rubbed a mineral-oil solution 
over his hands from a plastic container. 

Lola looked down her body to see him standing there, the end of his 
glistening cock resting on the table. She brought her legs together to catch 
his spear between her feet. Harry leaned forward and applied the oil freely 
over her body, allowing his cock to run back and forth between her feet 
several times. Then he smoothed out the mineral oil, covering the entire 
front side of her until it was glistening. His hands slipped from her thighs 
to her feet. He grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs as he worked 
the oil into her feet, massaging each toe in turn, then the bottoms and 
finally her ankles. 

Now he began a slow, methodic caressing up the beautiful calves of her legs, 
using one hand on each. He worked from her knees to her thighs, up and 
around her pelvic bone and back down all the way to her feet. He did this 
several times as she twitched and twisted beneath his strong fingers. 
Finally, he raised her right leg and sat on the table with one knee curled 
so that he could place her foot between his legs, resting his balls on her 
toes. He massaged up the back side of her calves, over her bent knees, and 
down her thighs. His fingers barely slithered over her crotch, dipping 
occasionally in between her cunt lips. She wiggled. 

After caressing up her ankle, over her calf, and down her thigh and back 
again several times, her toes stretching to work around his testicles and 
even further under to explore toward his ass-hole, Harry got up, smiled down 
at her, and lowered her leg. Then he went to the left leg and applied the 
same technique, to it, once again permitting his balls to lay on her toes 
and letting them explore between the hairy cheeks of his butt. She tried 
several times to reach her hand down to find his cock with her fingers, but 
the best she could do was to rub his calf. 

Harry finally stood up and got between her legs again, standing for a 
moment, rubbing his hands as he stared down into her widespread cunt. He 
began at her toes again, taking a foot in each of his hands and wiping his 
hands from feet to calves to thighs and to pelvis. This time, however, when 
he brought his hands back from her hips, he came down the front side, 
gouging his thumbs, each successive time, higher and higher into her 
glistening cunt. Now he let his hands linger longer at her crotch as his 
thumbs played into her clitoris, working it until it got hard, then bringing 
them down so that they parted her cunt lips and opened her vagina. He 
continued massaging up and down her legs, taking more and more time at her 
crotch until Lola began to flop and lurch with the frantic sensations that 
were thrusting through her. 

Harry put his knees on the table and knelt between her legs as he worked his 
hands from her cunt, over her belly and around her tits. She put her legs to 
the side, bending them at the knees to make room for him to crawl up higher 
between them. Looking down, she could see his throbbing cock as it got 
closer and closer to her snatch. As she milked at her tits, rolling the 
mounds of flesh, and pinching at the nipples, Lola ran her hands over her 
thighs and down into her cunt to spread it wide open with her fingers. Harry 
got nearer, the head of his cock finally slid over the slit of her pussy and 
into her pubic hair. She caught it with one hand and aimed it toward her 
gaping cavern, guiding the head of it from her clitoris down to her vagina. 
She attempted to pull him forward with her hand about the neck of his cock, 
but he held back permitting only the head to touch that wet opening. She 
scooted her body down and managed to get the full mushroom between her lips. 

With a thrust he pushed forward until the entire neck of his cock had 
slipped into her cunt. He remained steady, not moving his hips, as she 
twisted and twirled her body with the invasion of his prong. 

"Fuck me, will you, fuck me!! ! " Lola was so hot she was about to flip off 
the table. 

Harry looked down into her face, licking his smiling lips. "Not yet, we've 
just begun." 

"My God, I'm going to explode any minute." 

"In that case," he said as he suddenly jerked his hips back and dislodged 
his cock from her cunt, but still allowing the head of it to play around her 
thighs and over the opening, "you just think you're ready, baby. There's 
much more to come." 

"I don't think I can wait." , "Yes you can." He got off the table and moved 
across the room to get a towel. "The only way to really enjoy a massage is 
to take it slow and easy-to relax. You're too anxious. Breathe deeply for a 
minute or two." He wrapped his hand in the towel and began sweeping it over 
her greasy body, wiping as much of the excess oil off as he could. 

"You don't come out to the desert often, do you?" Harry asked, trying to 
divert her attention for a few moments. 

"No. This is the first time out here." Lola's fingers stretched toward his 
cock. It was getting limp. She felt it needed some encouragement. As she 
connected with that muscle, Harry dipped his terry-cloth covered hand into 
her cunt, gouging deep to clean all the grease from it. Then his hand swept 
down her leg as he slipped his cock from her hand. 

"You and your husband been married long?" Harry blotted the towel over her 
legs. 

"Three years. My sister and I had a double ceremony. Lila and Pete are here, 
too." She twisted as his hands stimulated her legs. "You and your wife own 
the Cactus Spa?" 

"Yes. We've had it two years now." 

"You usually massage the men, I suppose, and she massages the women." Lola 
looked down to see if Harry's interest was rising. 

"We massage whoever wants us to massage." 

"That sounds wild." Lola jerked as he touched an extra-sensitive spot. "Bet 
you don't give this kind of a massage too often." 

"That's why I like to take it nice and slow. Health foods and vitamins are 
great," Harry laughed, "but a guy can just do so much and that's it. Turn 
over." 

"Turn over?" 

"Let me get your back." 

"Crazy!" Lola flipped over, but not before she got a good look at Harry's 
body. He made his cock jerk. Her eyes flashed up from it to his face. He was 
smiling. She repeated, "Crazy!" 

Lola's hands were at her side, palms up. Harry got the bottle of oil and 
stood beside her, placing his crotch in one of her upturned hands. Her 
fingers immediately began caressing. 

"We came out here," Harry continued as though he were oblivious to her 
fingers at his cock and balls, "because of Mae's asthma. We've never been so 
healthy in all our lives-nor have we had so much fun." 

"I can understand why." She squeezed his balls as he mopped his greasy hands 
over her back. "Do you give this kind of service to all your guests?" 

"We like to see people be happy. If this makes them happy, why not?" Harry 
rolled his hands about the fullness of her hips, parting the crack of her 
ass with his movement and even running his finger over her ass-hole. "We 
have only two requirements; that our guests be married and that no children 
are allowed on the premises. After all, how can people relax with children 
running around?" 

"Or do what they want to do?" Lola laughed and moved her pelvis with the 
searching of his fingers. 

"Right." Harry moved his once-again hardening cock from her hand and traced 
the head of it along the side of her leg until he got to the end of the 
table and ran his greasy hands up the backs of her legs. He leaned forward, 
mopping his hands up to her hips and around before bringing them back down 
her legs. She tried to put her feet together to catch his cock between them, 
but he held them apart, letting his hands sweep up the insides of her thighs 
and touch the underside of her cunt. She trembled and raised her hips off 
the table so that her cunt would be more accessible. He let his fingers rub 
into it and back down several times, while his cock got rock hard in 
anticipation. 

Now assured that her body was well oiled, Harry circled around the other 
side of her, the tip of his cock lining her body. He stood at the head end 
of the table and massaged from her shoulders to her waist and back again. 
Lola lifted her head and watched his cock as it lunged toward her with each 
forward movement of his body. She brought her hands up from her side and 
took hold of that rigid tool with the shiny head and directed it toward her 
open mouth. She put the head of it between her lips and ran her tongue over 
it. He held his hips steady in that position while she washed her mouth over 
the head and part of the neck of his cock. She clutched one hand about his 
balls as she turned her head from side to side to stimulate the head even 
more. 

Suddenly Harry pushed his hands down her back to her hips, circling about 
them several times. As he did he pushed his lower torso forward, penetrating 
his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. The hand that had been holding 
the neck of his cock now reached between his legs and played from cheek to 
cheek of his butt, then into the crack between them, one finger tracing over 
the furry ridge and back to meet the other hand at his balls. She sucked his 
cock in as far as it would go, still twisting her head from side to side and 
lapping her tongue around it. He held his hips steady so that she made all 
the movement over his cock with her mouth. 

Harry dug his fingers in between the cheeks of her ass and down into her 
cunt, now fingering with one hand while the other glided over her thighs and 
hips. Slowly he eased his finger from her twat and his cock from her mouth 
simultaneously, permitting the tip of his penis to remain on her tongue 
before he pulled away completely. 

"More!" she said as he backed away and posed for her to see his flailing 
instrument. 

"You're too good of a cocksucker, baby," he explained, "you'll make it come 
too quick and spoil all our fun." 

"Can't you come more than once?" She perched on her elbows. 

"Once to a customer." He laughed. "Remember, my day's just begun. We've got 
twelve couples staying here, and you never know-" 

"Never know what?" 

"You just never know." He laughed and circled around the table and swatted 
her on the butt. "Head down." 

Lola looked back, then lowered her head to the table. Harry circled her hips 
with his hands then ran them down her legs, spreading them to either side so 
that there was room for him to climb onto the table behind her. 

"Get up on your knees so I can massage your hips," Harry ordered and helped 
her by lifting her lower torso. With her head remaining on the table, Harry 
ran his hands up her legs. His knees were still at the foot of the table so 
that when he slid his hands up her thighs, he parted them into her cunt. He 
bent his head forward, tongue protruding, and licked his tongue over her 
upper thighs and into the crease of flesh between legs and crotch. He 
rounded her snatch with his lapping, then ran the tip of his tongue between 
her cheeks, in and around her ass-hole. He penetrated his tongue into her 
anus as far as it would go, then he removed it, licked around again and back 
on down to her liquid cunt. Spreading the cunt lips with his fingers, he 
washed his tongue in until he got a good taste of her oozing cavern. 

Harry held his hand at Lola's cunt, inserting a finger between the lips, as 
he reached to the nearby table where he left the vibrator. Now he worked his 
finger higher into her vagina as he switched on the vibrator and ran it over 
her back, eventually circling her hips with it. As the vibrator buzzed in 
his hand, he massaged her clitoris with the other hand until she was 
wiggling and thrusting her hips from side to side with the searching 
invasion. 

He aimed the point of the vibrator so that it ran down the crack of her ass, 
moving in and around the anal sphincter, gradually penetrating. Lola flopped 
spastically as the plastic phallic-looking device stimulated her inner 
organs. 

"Oh, baby, I've never been fucked there before," she screamed as wave after 
wave of delight shimmered through her. 

As he steadied the vibrator with one hand, he used his other hand to guide 
the head of his cock over her liquid cunt lips. Then, using two fingers, he 
spread an opening so that he could place the mushroom into her slippery 
vagina. Easing it in like a craftsman, he felt the wet membranes about the 
neck of it as the head thrust toward her cervix. Once his cock was fully 
impaling her, he penetrated the vibrator as far into her anus as he dared, 
so that he could feel it stimulating his cock as well. 

"That's fantastic, baby, just fantastic!" Lola was a mass of juicy, rolling 
action, and even more so when Harry began rocking his hips back and forth as 
if plunging his cock deeper and deeper within her. He reached his free hand 
under to milk at her tits and to pinch the nipples as her writhing became so 
spastic that he feared they would both jerk from the table. 

"Are you ready?" Lola called back, her body now flaming with an 
all-consuming heat. "Are you ready?" 

"You don't want it to end so soon, do you?" Harry had a coaxing quality to 
his voice. 

"That's torture!" 

"Holding back makes it better, baby." He slowly retrieved his cock from her 
sheath, letting the head of it linger at the opening. At the same time he 
eased the vibrator from her ass-hole. He played the vibrating instrument 
from her anus to her cunt, putting it over his cock. Slowly he thrust his 
cock, along with the vibrator back into her stretching vagina, until his 
rigid muscle was about three-quarters of the way in. She was squirming 
fitfully, pushing her hips back to get the full length of his cock inside 
her. He held back, then circled the vibrator from the top side of his cock 
to the underside, the blunt end of it propped against his scrotum. He pushed 
forward. 

"Oh, God! What a wild sensation!" 

The vibrator penetrated in further than his cock did, tingling against her 
cervix and the underside of his cock at the same moment. He knew he could 
not stand much of that without ejaculating. "You really dig that?" 

"Christ! Let me come. I'll flip my mind." 

"No, you won't, baby. Hang on!" Once again he retrieved both his cock and 
the vibrator from within her. "That was close." 

"Don't stop! Please, don't stop!! " 

"Let me finish massaging your back." 

"That's not what I need now!" 

"Think not?" Harry turned off the vibrator and climbed off the table. 
Running his hands over the contour of her back, he slowly eased her into a 
lying position. His hands slipped over her glistening back. His touch on her 
shot ripples of excitement through her. She reached out to catch his cock, 
to play with it, to run her fingers around and tickle under his balls. She 
even stretched her fingers to caress in the hairy crevice of his ass. He 
permitted her to fondle his crotch only so long, but the excitement was 
building up in him to such a point that he realized that session would soon 
draw to a close unless he took a drastic measure. He pulled away from her 
searching hand, got the towel and began wiping the oil from her body. She 
wiggled and jolted with his hand movement over her. 

Slapping her on the butt once he had removed the oil from her, he said, 
"We're both so covered with oil, I think we'd better shower." 

"Shower? That's not the way I want to cool off." 

"Who said anything about cooling off?" He helped her from the lying 
position, so that she sat on the side of the massage table. Harry stood 
before her. She drew her knees together to catch his cock between them. He 
stroked her tits while she reached to stroke his cock. Their eyes met in an 
electric stare before their mouths pushed together, tongues licking and 
searching, entering one mouth, and then the other. 

Lola scooted further on the table until she felt his cock push into her 
pubic hair. She reached to direct it into her cunt. As she did, she threw 
her legs around Harry's waist, gouging her ankles into his back so that she 
could be once again completely impaled by him. He kissed deep into her mouth 
as he pumped his pelvis back and forth in a steady rhythm. 

"Let me make it come, right now," Lola said as she briefly pulled her mouth 
from his. 

"Don't you want to see what other kinds of games I know how to play?" He 
squeezed her tits and jerked his body backward, breaking her ankle hold 
about him and dislodging his cock from her slippery cunt. 

"You mean in the shower?" 

"Uh-huh." He motioned with his head. "Come on. 

Harry has a sexy back, she thought as she watched him cross toward the 
shower. Of course, in her state anything male would look sexy to her. She 
got from the table and practically ran to catch up with him. 

Harry was adjusting the water when she arrived at the shower. She moved up 
behind him, rounding her hand over the cheek of his ass and slipping her 
finger down into the crack of it. Her hand slid completely under until she 
found his balls and even further until her fingers once again touched his 
cock. 

"You really like that, old boy, don't you?" 

"Dumb question to ask at a time like this." 

Harry suddenly moved forward and got under the shower. Turning to Lola, he 
pulled her under the water. He wrapped his arms about her and kissed her as 
the shower cascaded down over his back. Lola's fingers followed the flow of 
water over his sturdy back muscles, along his spine, and once again to his 
hips and ass. She squeezed her fingers into the hard cheeks, pulling him 
closer to her. His cock was bent upward, leaning heavily against her belly. 
He rocked back and forth a couple of times, then reached his hand down to 
direct his cock to slide between her thighs on the underside of her cunt, 
the neck of it pushing hard against her clitoris. She squirmed, attempting 
to ride it in that position. 

The kissing tapered off as their hands explored each other's body. First 
Harry kissed down her chest and licked her tits, then Lola sucked on his 
nipples while one hand groped his cock and balls, her other hand slid up 
into his ass while one finger gouged into his anus, wiggling high until she 
found his prostate gland. 

Harry got the cake of soap and began lathering her back while she was bent 
over his chest. He soaped down to her hips and into the crevice of her ass. 
Finally he pulled her head up so that he could run the soap over the front 
of her body. While she fondled his cock and scratched her fingers over his 
skin, he washed her tits one at a time, spending a long while on each. The 
soap not only stimulated the fleshy orbs, but also so ignited her nipples 
that she was about to flip out of her skull. She moaned and groaned, 
squealed and sighed with convulsive gasps. His slippery hands skidded over 
her tits as she once again guided his cock to her crotch. 

Suddenly Harry lowered his hands and the soap from her tits down to her 
belly, where he lathered as she jerked and trembled with spasm upon spasm of 
excitement. He squatted as his hands worked closer and closer to her pubic 
hair, around her upper thighs and into her cunt. She leaned back and gasped 
as he protruded the cake of soap up into her slit. Then he set the soap 
aside and washed his hands up in and around the cunt lips. As he did, she 
grabbed her tits so that she could lick the nipples. Not only did he work 
several fingers up into her vagina, but he was nearly able to fit his hand 
into that chamber. As she jolted and rolled her hips, he washed his hands 
down her legs, time and time again, running them up to her cunt, but only 
teasing around it. 

"All right, now turn around." 

By that point Lola was willing to do anything he told her to do. She was so 
fucking hot that she was ready to explode. Perhaps he could hold back, but 
she didn't have all that much control. However, she turned around as 
directed. He washed the backs of her legs and up to her ass and cunt. Again 
he teased his hands into her private parts. 

As he stood up, he turned off the water and told her to hang onto the 
faucets while he soaped her back. She did, thrusting her hips back so that 
the head of his cock could bob around the great mounds of flesh. As he 
soaped down into the crack of her ass, he moved his body forward so that the 
head of his cock could become lodged between them. She pushed her pelvis 
further back, and reached one hand down between her legs to guide his cock 
into her cunt opening. Once the head was in and the cunt lips were wrapped 
around it, she backed against him until the entire neck was submerged. Now 
he washed his hands from her back around to her tits. He pumped only a few 
times in that position before he realized he, too, was on the verge of 
ejaculation. He stood perfectly still to inhibit the excitement that was 
throbbing in his testicles. As he carefully withdrew his cock, he did so at 
the risk of spilling his semen. 

He turned the water on and rinsed her back. 

Then, crouching on his haunches, he thoroughly allowed her cunt to be 
inundated with water. Spreading her vagina, after douching it, he licked his 
tongue in, making certain it was clean. He pushed his face so that his 
tongue could lap in its fullest length, reaming the interior of her cunt as 
she groaned and gasped, wiggled and thrust herself. 

"I can't hold back any longer," she warned, and, with a rolling, cringing, 
exotic flush, her passion was triggered. 

Harry remained in that position until the tremors of climax subsided. Her 
body sagged and fell heavily on his face. He supported the cheeks of her ass 
with his hands and licked his tongue back through her crack and up her 
spine. She threw her head back so that her face could be drenched with the 
spray of water. His cock once again rode in between her thighs and her rear 
end as he put his head between hers and the water, covering her mouth with 
his and lunging his tongue into her throat. His hands fondled at her tits 
with a milking force. At first her kissing was not as enthusiastic as it had 
been, but, because he was fiery hot, her interest was renewed. 

"It's your turn to wash me." Harry's voice was husky with tension. "By the 
time you get me thoroughly soaped, you'll be fired up to come again." He 
guided her hand down his body as he moved to face her, until her fingers 
touched his cock. One feel and the excitement began to return. 

Harry turned off the faucets and stood facing her, his arms akimbo. He 
grinned and waited as she got the soap. One hand maneuvered the cake of 
soap, while the other hand smeared the lather, foaming it. At first she 
concentrated on his chest, drawing the firm pectorals to the point of his 
nipples. Then she soaped down the washboard of his stomach muscles, working 
her finger into his navel before skidding her hands further down to finger 
the lather into his pubic hair. She crouched before him, again facing his 
hard muscle, the head of which was like a snake charming her. 

She ran her soapy hands over his hairy thighs, sturdy and generating a 
maleness that stimulated her. Almost absently she worked at his legs while 
her attention was focused on his cock. A limp cock intrigued her, while a 
hard cock fascinated the hell out of her to the point she had to touch it. 
Now she soaped the cake into his scrotum and over the neck of his cock. 
Then, putting the soap aside, she used both her bare hands to lather his 
cock and balls until they were white with bubbles of slippery cream. Her 
hands wound around the erect muscle in adoration and played under it and 
into his balls as if each were a gem. Then her lather covered hand slipped 
between his thighs and gouged into his ass-hole. The soap was enough 
lubricant so that her finger could enter effortlessly into his puckered 
sphincter until she soaped over his bulbous prostate gland. Her finger 
twisted around, massaging the gland, which caused his cock to seemingly 
spring up harder and a clear lubricating liquid oozed from the head of it. 
That fascinated her all the more. 

After she removed her finger from his ass-hole, Harry turned around so that 
she could soap his backside. While Lola soaped his legs and up into the 
cheeks of his ass, once again penetrating her finger into the hole she found 
between them, Harry turned on the water to rinse his front side. She 
finger-fucked his ass-hole until he warned her that the stimulation on his 
prostate would cause him to come as fast or faster than if she were jacking 
on his cock. She pulled her finger out and soaped over the rest of his 
muscled back. The feel of his musculature excited her fingers and she mopped 
her hands over it with zeal. 

When his back was thoroughly soaped, he turned around, putting his shoulders 
beneath the flow of water. Water spilled on both front and back. Lola traced 
the cascade of water down his front with her hands until they came to a 
point at his crotch. His cock was aimed upwards, a bright pink. He moved 
forward so that the bulk of the water ran down his back. As he did, she 
began licking over his chest, drying it with her tongue. Her mouth lingered 
over his nipples and finally moved downward to his navel, his hairy lower 
belly, and into his pubic hair. She got on her knees as she ran her tongue 
from the base of his cock to the head and under, along the bulge beneath. 
Her mouth was hungry as it washed over his balls and she took them one at a 
time into her mouth and sucked on them with a passion. Then she licked over 
his scrotum and back up the underside of his cock, catching the cockhead 
between her lips and lapping at it with her tongue. Slowly she pushed her 
mouth down over the neck of it, sucking in as if she intended to devour the 
whole thing in one gigantic swallow. 

She twisted her head from side to side, his cock protruding to her throat, 
the sucking action of her throat muscles throbbing against the underside 
head of his cock. Now he thrust his pelvis forward and back as if trying to 
bury his meat further into her, as once again the pains of climax began to 
tingle at his body. Grabbing hold of her head about her ears, he eased 
himself from her on pretense of pulling her to his face for another 
lingering kiss. She pushed his cock between her thighs as their bodies 
clasped in a wet embrace, their mouths biting at one another and their 
tongues teasing. 

Harry was feverish with passion. He clutched and groped at her body until 
she ached. She clawed back, gouging her fingers into his thick muscles. Now 
she was riding his cock back and forth between her legs. Their skins were 
burning. Harry reached around and turned off the hot water, permitting an 
icy flow to inundate them. They jerked with the shock of the coldness. It 
burned at their skin, stinging beyond the point they could stand it. Lola 
got out from under the water, but Harry remained, permitting it to cool his 
skin. 

"You didn't come, did you?" Lola asked as she dried herself and watched 
Harry still splashing around in the shower. 

"Not yet," he grinned, "but it's getting there. You better believe it." 

Harry turned off the water and got out of the cubicle. He stood dripping on 
a bathmat, waiting for Lola to dry him.. She approached and ran the towel 
over his body. His cock had lost some of its stiffness. She buffed it with 
the terry cloth, then crouched down to run the towel up his legs. Her 
attention, however, kept returning to his genitals. After she had completely 
dried him, he caught her in his arms and pulled her belly to belly with him. 
They kissed passionately. As they did, his cock once more regained its 
former hardness. 

An exercise mat was in one corner of the massage room. There were 
full-length mirrors on both walls. Lola watched their reflections as they 
moved toward the mat. She was aware of his masculinity and, at the same 
time, her femininity, the sight of which excited her. His cock, although 
retaining a certain stiffness, dangled and switched from thigh to thigh as 
he moved. When he stopped at the edge of the mat, his cock seemed to become 
limper. She reached for it, but he lurched his hips back so that it would be 
out of her range. 

"Just wanted to put a little more hardness back into it." Her eyes glistened 
as they swept over his body. 

"Later. Exercise time." 

"Exercise? You've gotta be kidding!" 

"This is a health spa, you know." Harry had a strange smile. He put his 
hands to her waist to lower her to the floor into a sitting position. 
"Besides the more exercise you get, the better it is to come-or at least it 
is for me." 

"I don't get it." 

"You will-a whole cockload full." Harry sat on the mat facing her. "Sex 
without a lot of wild action is just plain too tame for me. Ever watch 
animals do it? They work themselves up into a physical frenzy-well, that's 
the way I dig it, too." 

Lola shrugged, but his words intrigued her. "Crazy!" 

Harry sat so that his legs were V-shaped toward Lola's. He told her to lie 
back and spread her legs. Then he maneuvered himself between her legs and 
raised them so that they could be on top of his, her knees practically even 
with his knees, his knees even with hers. He lay back. 

"Now the object of this is to do sit-ups," Harry advised. "Put your hands 
behind your head and raise your torso forward so that you can kiss first 
your right knee and then your left knee, then fall back. I'll do the same 
thing while you're down. Okay. Up, right knee, left knee, back. Up, right 
knee, left knee, back." 

Lola was agile enough that she had no difficulty doing the exercise, except 
when she went from right to left knee, her attention was fastened on Harry's 
cock. On the third time, she extended her tongue so that it barely touched 
the neck of Harry's cock as she went from right to left. On Harry's next 
attempt, he, too, permitted his tongue to protrude so that it lightly 
brushed across her pussy. 

Their situp exercise increased in tempo although they lingered longer over 
the other's crotch, trying to lick at it, but without losing the beat. 
Finally, Harry kissed her right knee and ran his tongue around the entire 
cap of it, then moved to Lola's cunt, lapping up one side of her slit and 
down the other, eventually digging his tongue into the ditch and raking it 
up until it snagged on her clitoris. He buried his face in it, burrowing his 
tongue in as far as it would go. Lola lurched and jolted spastically, 
moaning with each invading lick. Finally he moved to lap his tongue around 
her left knee cap. 

On Lola's turn, she kissed his knee and licked her tongue up the inside of 
his thigh and around the length of his cock. However, she let her lips 
remain at the head of it, catching it between her lips and running the tip 
of her tongue over it before she released it and licked back up the 
cock-neck and down the left inner thigh to his knee. Harry kissed Lola's 
right knee and traced his tongue up her inner thigh. Now he took his hands 
from behind his neck and put them to her crotch to spread the cunt lips so 
that he could wash his tongue into the interior between the lips, making the 
complete oval and ending as he sucked at her clitoris. Lola was electric 
with excitement, she jerked and twisted. Harry ran his tongue over her inner 
left thigh and kissed her knee, while his one hand remained to finger into 
her cunt, massaging her clitoris. Then he skidded both hands down from her 
wet snatch, over her liquid thighs as he lowered to the mat. 

Lola got into a sitting position, kissed his right knee, and licked her way 
up his thigh, covering as much of the hairy surface as she could. Arriving 
at his crotch with her hot mouth, she took her hands from behind her head so 
that she could use her fingers to lift the hardening cock muscle so that she 
could get her mouth to his balls, taking first one then the other into her 
lips and finally both. Once she was sucking on his testicles, she played one 
hand from thigh to thigh while the other hand massaged his cock, making it 
steel hard. The sensation of that hardness in her hand sent ripple after 
ripple of excitement through her. She sucked his balls deeply and licked at 
the extension of his cock that ran from under his balls to his ass-hole. 

After slurping on his scrotum and reacting to his obvious display of being 
stimulated, she slipped the balls from between her lips and licked from them 
up the underside of his cock, outlining the bulging part with the tip of her 
tongue until she reached the mushroom. She held the neck of it with one hand 
so that she could round her lips over the head, suctioning them around the 
ridge of head and tonguing it before lowering her mouth onto the neck and 
fully down the stem. She twisted her head from side to side, pumped her head 
up and down over it several times, then permitted it to snap between her 
lips and flop back to his belly. Her mouth washed his left thigh as 
completely as she had the right one. 

While she was at his left knee, Harry sat up and pulled her face from his 
knee to his mouth. Their tongues gouged in passionate kissing. 

With a jerk, Harry fell back down, putting his hands behind his neck. Before 
sitting up again, he scooted his hips closer to Lola's, forcing her to raise 
her legs. He bounced back up and, instead of kissing her knees this time, he 
licked from one of her tits to the other. Lola put her back down, hands 
behind her neck, and pushed her hips forward so that Harry's cock sprang 
across her pubic area. She lunged into sitting position and lapped her 
tongue from one of his nipples to the other. As Harry fell back the second 
time, Lola reached down and directed the mushroom of his cock into the slit 
of her cunt, so that, when he sat up again, the tube of his cock slid over 
her cunt lips. 

Lola reclined again and, while in that position, held her vaginal opening 
for Harry to puncture with his cock. Once the head of it was within the 
grasp of the cunt lips, Lola came up again, the neck of his cock shoving 
into the tunnel of her cunt. He caught her in his embrace and, as he again 
kissed her mouth with a plunging tongue, he maneuvered his legs so that they 
doubled at the knees. He rocked back and forth several times, then pushed 
her back to the floor, his cock thrusting clear to her cervix. Now he pulled 
her back again into a sitting position. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved his lips from her mouth to 
her ears and sucked in on the earlobes, then washed the tip of his tongue 
into her ear. He pushed her back and, while crouched above her, her legs 
still wrapped about him, he began a slow pumping in and out with his pelvis, 
his cock pressing in and coming out the full length of the neck before it 
was thrust back in. 

"Unwrap your legs," Harry ordered. As she did, he stretched out full length 
on top of her, balancing himself on his toes and the palms of his hands, 
performing a half a dozen pushups over her, his cock inserting to her cervix 
with each downward lunge and sliding back up with each push away. As he did 
the pushups, Harry bent his head down to suck from one nipple to the other. 

Suddenly he yanked his cock out of her sheath and rolled over onto his back. 
Momentarily puzzled, Lola turned to her side and studied him. His waving 
cock invited her to straddle him. She did, leaning forward to dangle her 
tits over his chest in a teasing manner. Then she scooted her crotch from 
his lower belly up to his chest and back again. She pushed hard against his 
washboard stomach muscles so that her clitoris was stimulated. Twisting and 
turning as she rode the distance of his torso, she finally lurched up on her 
knees and threw her hips toward his face, permitting her pussy to be placed 
directly above his lips. She oozed her crotch from his chin, over his 
motionless mouth, and to his nose. As she did, Harry reached his hands up 
the back of her thighs so that he could spread her cunt lips. The next time 
that liquid slit was over his mouth, he opened it, licking his tongue over 
the inner and outer labia, between and around them. At last he penetrated 
his tongue into her juicy vagina, extending it as far as he could. She 
wiggled and twitched above him, pressing her cunt lips against his mouth. 
His tongue searched in and around, twisting to lick the sensitive membranes 
and flipping his tongue with quick movement .so that it was stimulating the 
interior of her vagina. She flopped and tossed her body, loving the erotic 
pain and quivering with the tingling reaction which shot trembles of ecstasy 
throughout her body. 

Sensing that she was once again near the point of climax, but enjoying what 
was happening too much to want to be triggered off so soon, she pulled her 
cunt from his mouth and slithered it back down his body, putting her mouth 
where her cunt had been. They kissed in wrestle holds, clawed and scratched 
at each other's hot flesh. Then, when she felt she had contained the urge to 
climax, she reached down his body, grabbed his cock, and aimed it into her 
cunt. 

Lola stretched out over his body and attempted to do pushups over him. 
However, she only managed three before she disconnected herself from his 
cock. She put it back in place and sat over him, staring into his face for a 
minute and sketching lines with her outspread fingers over his chest and 
belly. He bucked upwards a couple of times, jabbing his cock to her cervix. 
"Ready yet?" 

Harry grinned and reached his hands to grope at her breasts. "You getting 
anxious?" 

"Don't know when I've ever had such a juicy cuntful of hot cock for such a 
long period of time." Lola jerked her pelvis back and forth a couple of 
times, as if making certain that pole of muscle was still well inside her 
and rock hard. "Where'd you learn all these wild games?" 

"like I said, I've got a lot of customers." 

"I suppose your wife knows all these routines, too." 

"She's something else." He bucked his hips so that his cock could slide in 
her sheath. "Why?" 

"Maybe she could give my husband a lesson or two-like wow!" 

"It's possible." 

"And wait until I tell my twin sister about you, Harry." 

"Twin sister." 

"Identical." 

"You mean there's two alike with the same identical boobs and cunt-face, 
frantic tongue, the whole bit?" Harry's eyes danced with excitement. "You 
girls ever do a sister act?" 

"We've been known to." Lola lurched up so that his cock nearly became 
dislodged. He pulled her back down by tightening his grip on her tits. She 
giggled. 

Harry rotated his hips beneath her as visions of anticipated troilism danced 
into his mind. 

"That must really be something else." 

"Think so?" She pulled her upper torso back, jerking her tits free from his 
hands. Without losing her cunt hold on his cock, she twisted her body around 
so that she reversed her position, straddling his hips so that her back was 
to his face. "I like to get that big bulgy part underneath your cock rubbing 
against my clit. I mean, like wow! That's far out!" 

Lola bounced a few times up and down on his cock, pulling her tits to her 
mouth so that she could lick on the nipples. As she did, Harry ran his hands 
over her back, then reached to the edge of the mat where he had another 
cylindrical vibrator. He turned it on and moved it over her, particularly 
rounding her hips. 

Lola leaned forward, still caressing her breasts with her hands as she began 
kissing Harry's legs with her tongue, gradually working her face to his 
feet. She took one big toe into her mouth and tongued it, then went to the 
other big toe. In that manner she worked her way over all ten toes, back and 
forth as she undulated her pelvis over his cock, moving but keeping it deep 
inside her. 

Harry slid the tip of the penis-shaped vibrator over her hips and up her 
thighs. Her movement became more spastic. Now he began to puncture the tip 
of the vibrator in around her cunt. That caused such a happy feeling, that 
she wiggled with more enthusiasm and, finally, reached down and took the 
vibrator from him so that she could run it up and down his legs, lacing his 
scrotum with it until his balls were alive with a buzzing sensation. He was 
rocking his pelvis back and forth in tempo with her. 

From his scrotum, she ran the vibrator down his thighs again and back up, 
tending toward the underside so that she could penetrate the tip of the 
plastic phallus in between the tight cheeks of his ass and further until it 
pushed at his anus. However, she concentrated the vibrator in that area just 
under his balls and above his ass-hole. 

"Careful, baby," Harry warned, "that's a sure way to make me come, but 
fast." 

"Come ahead." 

"Had enough?" 

"What do you think?" Lola wiggled. 

"Think you'd better ease up, or you will have had enough-or at least all 
you're going to get." Harry practically lifted her rear end up with his 
hands, raising her so that the neck of his cock slid all the way out of her 
snatch, leaving only the head within her cunt lips. Then he jerked so that 
he was completely disconnected from her cunt. He pushed her forward on her 
hands and knees. Taking the vibrator from her, he ran it over the underside 
of her body, lingering it over her dangling breasts and winding it into the 
nipples of them. 

Harry got to his feet and stood over her, undulating his hips so that his 
hard, glistening cock protruded before him. She rolled over onto her side 
for a better look and reached out to touch his leg. He smiled down at her as 
he permitted her to stroke her finger up the hairy calf of his leg, then he 
stood back, his eyes running over her sensuous body. For a moment he blurred 
his vision as he imagined what it would be like to be standing naked above 
identical twins. His eyes shifted to the mirror where he saw her reflection. 
As he watched it, she raised one leg into the air so that her cunt was 
spread and he could see it both in actuality and in reflection. With a half 
chuckle he moved from the mat to the massage table, where he got the other 
vibrator. Her eyes followed him, her interest never wavering, if anything, 
increasing. Again she found herself nearly hypnotized by his hard cock, now 
with less tension as it dangled between his legs and flopped from thigh to 
thigh with his athletic movement. 

Harry knelt between her legs, lowered his shoulders so that he could put 
them beneath her knees and hoisted them up. He put his face to her crotch 
and raised her body even higher so that she rested only on her tipper back. 
As she stretched her toes into the air, he opened her cunt lips with his 
hands from either side and began to wash his tongue down her thighs and into 
the parted slit. At such close range he spread back the outer cunt lip and 
ran his tongue between that and the inner labia. The wetness of his tongue 
met the wetness of that sensitive area. Lola jolted with spasms of 
excitement and grabbed at her tits, attempting to draw the nipple of each to 
her lips. 

Harry tongued in further, edging the cunt lips with his tongue and working 
his way into the stretched vagina. He pulled the cunt lips back as far to 
each side as he could. The flexible membranes widened and he looked into the 
juicy interior. He put his mouth to it and ran his tongue over the inner 
lining of her vagina, in and around as far as he could go. 

Lola was so spastic with reaction that she heaved her pelvis, attempting to 
catch his entire head between the opening of her cunt. He slowly let the 
lips close over his extended tongue until they formed a grip around it. He 
pierced his tongue in as far as it would go, then brought it out and licked 
between her inner and outer labia again. 

Then he reversed his position, still holding her so that she rested on her 
upper back. Their bodies were facing each other. As Harry spread her cunt 
and put his mouth to it, she caught his hard cock between the orbs of her 
breasts, then reached to pull it back so that she could put the head of it 
into her mouth. It was stretched back, and he kept it so that she could only 
have the head between her lips while he ate into her cunt. 

Lola's fingers clutched at Harry's balls and at his ass, clawing into the 
firm round flesh of hips and scratching in between the cheeks of his ass to 
penetrate his ass-hole with her finger. 

Harry so spread Lola's legs that he held them down and forward under his 
armpits so that both her cunt and ass-hole were open wide. He licked his 
tongue from her cunt and into her ass-hole, inserting it between the 
puckered anus as far as he could. While doing that ho fumbled to get hold of 
one of the vibrators. This he turned on to a low speed, then ran it up her 
spine to her ass, penetrating the tip of the phallic apparatus into her 
anus. He worked it in deeper and deeper as she squirmed and twisted with 
accelerated fury. 

Again he inserted his tongue into the vagina so that he could feel the 
vibration through her inner wall. She became a mass of rolling, juicy flesh. 

Now Harry reached for the second vibrator and turned it, also, onto low 
speed. Using two fingers to stretch her cunt lips, he inserted the second 
vibrator into her vagina in as far as it would go. He scooted his hips back 
so that the neck of his cock could slide further into her mouth and throat. 
As his balls fell against her nose and she sucked passionately at his hard 
muscle, he lowered her rear end back to the floor. 

While he wound his tongue through her pubic hair and around her pussy slit, 
feeling the vibrations of the apparatuses within her against his tongue and 
lips, he began bobbing his hips up and down so that his cock could plunge up 
and thrust back into her mouth. 

Now he turned the speed up on each of the vibrators as it seemed that every 
atom of her body was electric beneath him. She was on fire and about ready 
to reach the boiling point. He felt the sensation of climax again building 
within himself, but he was so hot with her reaction that he almost lost 
control. 

His fingers found the switches on the vibrators and turned them back down to 
low. The violent thrusting of his cock into her throat lessened. Finally he 
turned the vibrators off, but left them inserted in Lola, while he held his 
cock steady without moving it in any direction. She still sucked at it. 

Without removing his cock from her mouth, he managed to reverse his position 
above her so that he was facing away from her crotch. He slowly, ever so 
slowly, lowered his cock deep into her throat and at the same speed brought 
it back out until only the mushroom remained between her lips. This he did 
several times, never once increasing his pumping as he felt the juices 
within him momentarily subside.. But he knew that he would not be able to 
hold back much longer. It had to happen and happen soon. 

"You like that big cock down your throat don't you, baby?" he coaxed. "You 
like that great big head of it pushing over your tongue and tickling your 
tonsils-and you can hardly wait for it to spit sweet come into you, can 
you?" 

Lola moaned and twisted in reaction. The vibration of her vocal cords on his 
cock tingled it. She pitched her body. 

"Well, I'll tell you what," Harry puffed, "why don't I just pull it out of 
your mouth and take that vibrator out of your cunt and put my cock back in 
there. Wouldn't you really rather feel the hot splash of my come in your hot 
pussy?" 

Lola nodded her head up and down. But the fact of the matter, she did not 
care where he shot her with sperm so long as he did it in the next few 
minutes. 

"Okay, baby." He smiled down at her as he removed the neck of his cock over 
her tongue and past her lips. When the head of it was liberated, he scooted 
his body down hers until his cock was wedged between her tits. She pressed 
them together to hold it there for a moment. Then he furrowed it down from 
her breast to her belly and lower, permitting it to come through the slit of 
her cunt. 

Then he got between her legs and forced them upwards to his shoulders so 
that he could fish the vibrator from her cunt. Once that was removed, he 
turned the switch on the vibrator in her ass, then, pushing her legs toward 
her chest and spreading the gates to her cunt wide open, he guided his 
cockhead into the moist cavern. The head touched the cunt lips and she 
jerked. He pushed forward until the entire neck of his cock impaled her. He 
let it rest there inert for a moment before he began his slow pumping 
action. 

"You like that old boy better crammed up there, don't you?" Harry undulated 
his hips as she matched the movement with her pelvis. 

"I like that any place you put it. Wow! What a-Oh, my God!-what a cuntful!" 

Harry was panting. "Does your-does your twin sister dig-dig fucking as much 
as-as you do?" 

"I told you-Jesus Christ, what a cock. I told you we were-Oooo-Aaaah!-told 
you we were identical." Lola lurched with each invading thrust of his cock. 

"You mean-baby, you're too much-outstanding!-you mean, I could be fucking 
you like this and eating her out at-Hope you're ready for a fiery 
cuntful!-eating her out at the same time?" 

Lola did not take time to answer. By then she was convulsive with reaction 
to that ever-driving cock of his. She reached her hands up and clasped them 
about his head to pull his face down to hers. Their lips met in a hot, 
liquid, slurping kiss as their bodies rolled and undulated, jerked and 
tossed with frantic acrobatics. He was on his toes, his legs straight, 
driving each plunge of his cock into her upturned cunt with such force that 
all the juices of each seemed to rush from their every nerve end, building 
higher and higher with explosive tingling sensations. 

They were both moaning and making erotic sounds as their bodies banged 
relentlessly at one another. Harry felt Lola being triggered into climax. 
She reacted as if she wanted to suck his entire body up into her womb. Her 
eruption was immediately followed by his as he ejaculated, releasing a full 
load within her. 

Their bodies shook with involuntary reaction as the last trickle of sperm 
oozed down the neck of his cock and into her slimy vagina. His body 
collapsed on top of hers. He lay limp for a moment, then realized that the 
vibrator was still moving in her ass and that that movement would begin to 
stimulate his cock again. He pulled out of her pussy, then got the vibrator 
from her ass. 

Then, in complete exhaustion, he fell back on top of her and they rolled 
over onto their sides, remaining in naked contentment until life returned to 
their bodies. 

TWO 

Sunset at Cactus Health Spa cast long shadows from the rectangle of cabins 
around the pool. In the gray evening several of the guests of the spa 
lounged about the pool area. A friendly atmosphere prevailed. Lights had 
come on in some of the cabins; other buildings were dark because the 
occupants had driven into Palm Springs for the evening. There was not a 
great deal to do at the spa at night, unless one cared for a late 
mineral-spring bath. Harry and 

Mae gave massages and other services into the evening. 

"I hate the place," Ray Jackman belched as he sauntered with his hands 
clasped behind him. "The place is an oasis-a barren wasteland. Shoulda had 
my head examined for letting you talk me into coming out to this godforsaken 
hellhole." 

Sarah Jackman looked over her clear, plastic-rimmed glasses. She was a woman 
of forty-five, still with a hint of beauty. But she walked slightly bent 
forward, because of arthritis in her hip. "Maybe we can find another couple 
to play Canasta." 

"Humph!" 

Sarah Jackman had come to the health spa for the baths, hoping to find 
something to ease her ailment. Ray had joined her, after much protest. They 
had arrived that afternoon, registered, unpacked their car, then drove into 
Palm Springs for an early dinner. Ray picked his teeth with a toothpick, 
ogling Lila Travis's mini-skirted figure as it flitted past and disappeared 
into the cabin next to the one from which she had emerged. Sarah, as usual, 
pretended not to notice her husband's interest in other women. 

"Hmmm." Ray Jackman swiveled his head back as he nearly ran into his wife. 

"Hmmmm?" 

"Nothing, dear, just thinking-about some business I should have taken care 
of," he lied. 

"Forget about business, Ray, we're going to have a marvelous weekend." Sarah 
fluttered laughter. "Let's sit out here by the pool. The night's comfortable 
now, just right-don't you think so, Ray-Raymond?" 

Lila Travis appeared in the doorway. She was laughing. Ray turned to look at 
her. She crossed past him. No sooner had she gone toward the parking lot, 
than Ray was startled to look up and see an exact duplicate of the girl. 
Although not wearing an identical mini-skirt, Lola Kray had a similar short 
hairdo to that of her twin sister. Ray took a cigar from his coat pocket and 
had some difficulty finding his mouth to wet it before he struck his 
lighter. 

"You were saying, dear?" Ray connected the flame to his cigar and swished 
the smoke away with his hand so that he could catch a last glimpse of Lola 
before she disappeared into the parking lot. 

"I say, why don't we just sit out here and enjoy the night air?" Sarah was 
convinced that her husband's interests in other women were strictly as a 
spectator, and she tolerated them. 

"Oh, hell, why not." Ray was gruff. He wanted Sarah to think she had talked 
him into it. "Nothing else to do." 

They found a table in one corner. Sitting on opposite sides so that Ray 
could view the coming and going to the parking lot and Sarah could get a 
scenic view of the distant range of hills, the Jackmans settled into deck 
chairs. Sarah, as usual, immediately began a string of chatter that 
completely turned Ray off. He could care less about trivial gossip. He made 
appropriate sounds that made Sarah think he was reacting to her words, but 
his mind was a distance away. He was wondering, as a matter-of-fact, where 
Lila and Lola were going in such a hurry. He wished he could have ditched 
his wife and gone to get a better look. Perhaps they were just waiting out 
in the parking lot for some nice older man, like himself, to come out and 
pick them up. He had never in his life dated two girls at once-much less 
twins. The idea fascinated him. 

As Ray puffed dreamily on his cigar, his head haloed in smoke, and Sarah 
rattled on in that irritating voice of hers, Mae Maples came out of the 
massage room. She was dressed in a scanty bikini which left little to the 
imagination. Her figure was one to attract attention even when fully 
clothed, but in a bikini she was a conversation stopper. Her red hair was 
tied in a matching bandana. Her every movement was of sensual charm and just 
plain sexiness. She ambled over to where the Jackmans were sitting, her body 
rolling, her tits seemingly ready to burst from her halter at any moment. 

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Jackman. Enjoying yourselves?" Mae was all smiles and 
personality. Ray appraised her body, craning his neck backwards to view her 
posterior. 

"Yes, just a marvelous time." Sarah had a mechanical bubbling quality she 
turned on in front of strangers. 

"And you, Mr. Jackman," Mae caught him observing her hindside. She ran her 
index finger under the leg of her bikini from crotch to rear end, allowing 
it to linger behind as if reaching in to spread her cheek beneath. Ray 
watched her action until she snapped her finger out from under the suit, 
then his eyes flashed up to hers. 

"Yes-Sarah said it, marvelous." He chuckled in dirty-old-man tones, as his 
eyes swept across her neat figure. 

"I came to the baths for my arthritis, you know." Sarah had a gushy quality 
when she wanted to impress people, or to attract sympathy. "Got it in my 
hips-oh, eight or nine years ago-and in my joints-wrists-knees." 

"Well, the baths should do wonders for you." Mae's eyes glanced from Sarah's 
to Ray's. "You in top shape, Mr. Jackman?" 

"For a boy of forty-eight, I am." Ray Jackman sat back in the deck chair, a 
cool, calculating expression on his face. He was certain Mae knew he was 
watching her. She ran her index finger under the rear waistband of her 
bikini and snapped the material before she removed her finger. She smiled 
knowingly at Ray. He sucked on his cigar and rolled it over his lips. 

Sarah was talking a mile a minute about nothing in particular. She was 
oblivious to her husband's prurient glances at Mae's figure. "I literally 
had to drag Ray-that is, Mr. Jack-man-out here. But he needed the rest." 

"I'm certain we'll find something to amuse Mr. Jackman-Ray, was it?" Mae's 
eyes flashed, her tongue wet her lips. 

"Well, we're older folks." Sarah chuckled. 

"Don't go in much for too many activities. We love Canasta." 

"We'll see what we can find to amuse you." Mae winked at Ray. He sucked in 
more of his cigar than he usually did and coughed. 

Sarah gazed at her husband and thought to comment on his smoking, but 
didn't. Her attention, as was that of her husband, was diverted by the sound 
of approaching high heels. Mae followed their attention and smiled as she 
recognized Grace Porter's tightly slack-clad figure. 

Grace wore a half blouse, exposing her midriff. The blouse stood out with 
the protrusion of her breasts. Ray scooted down in his chair in hopes of 
peering under the blouse awning. He could see that she was wearing a bra, 
but the bra was made of a see-through netting. 

"Mrs. Porter, this is Mr. and Mrs. Jackman-Grace, Sarah and Ray," Mae 
introduced. "Grace, your husband is just getting ready for his massage-he'll 
be a good forty-five minutes." 

"Fine. It'll give me time to relax. Hot today, wasn't it?" Grace Porter 
smiled from Mae to Sarah, then swept an appraising glance to Ray. "Can't 
wait to get into the shower." 

Ray appeared to be thoroughly disinterested in what was happening before 
him. However, he inhaled deeply on his cigar and let out large puffs of 
smoke to hide the admiring looks he gave first to Mae, then to Grace. 

Mae excused herself to tend to business and Grace parted at the same time, 
crossing behind Ray and going into a cabin that angled in the. corner behind 
where the Jackmans were sitting. Ray was seated in such a way that he could 
see the light go on in the Porters' cabin through full-length sliding doors. 
He could see Grace's silhouette behind the pulled draperies. Sarah, however, 
was so situated that she could not see the Porters' window without 
completely turning around. 

"Pleasant people, aren't they?" Sarah commented. "Although it seems to me 
that those bikinis are just a little too abbreviated-and Mrs. Porter's 
slacks-why, they cut right into her-well, her hips-they looked sprayed on." 

"Didn't notice, love." Ray sounded disinterested, but he rolled his eyes to 
the side to watch Grace Porter's provocative silhouette behind the 
draperies. 

"Well, it is a health spa," Sarah continued dryly. "I suppose one must 
expect to see-well, more skin in a place like this." 

"How's that?" 

"Never mind. You just don't seem to notice that sort of thing." 

Ray adjusted his position so that he could put his feet up on another chair, 
and, in that position, he would be able to get a better look at the Porters' 
lighted window. He was totally nonchalant and grunted in reply to Sarah's 
incessant questions and general conversation. 

A few minutes later, Ray controlled his eyes from showing interest as the 
draperies were pulled open at the Porter's window. A low light was on and 
another in an adjoining room-the bathroom, he thought. Suddenly Grace 
appeared in the window, stretching and breathing deeply of the fresh desert 
air. As she lifted her hands her half blouse pulled up, exposing her net bra 
beneath. Ray could not tell where her attention was, but he fancied that she 
was watching him. 

Ray could also see that there was a window on the side of the room in which 
Grace was stretching. Its reflection shone out onto the building beside it. 
Grace's shadow was also projected on to the building. He held his hand to 
his face, pretending to play with his cigar, while shielding his interest in 
Grace Porter from his wife. 

"You do plan to take the mineral baths, don't you, Ray? Ray? Are you 
listening?" Sarah's voice had an irritating ring. 

"How's that?" 

"The baths? Goodness, I can't imagine where your mind wanders to. I said-" 

Grace now twisted her body so that she could use both hands to unfasten the 
zipper of her slacks. She seemed to be having some difficulty. She tugged at 
the zipper and as she did, each jerk of her body caused her tits to bounce. 
Fortunately, it was nearly dark and the area around the pool was poorly lit. 
Sarah could barely see Ray's face, much less the direction in which his eyes 
were looking. That didn't stop her; she continued with her chain of chatter. 
Ray shifted his position and jerked his body as if attempting to help Grace. 

Finally she made it. Grace's hands slid in under the top of her slacks, 
soothing the skin around her lower belly where the waistband cut into her 
flesh. She moved away from the window, but returned almost immediately with 
a cigarette. She snapped a lighter and inhaled on the cigarette, letting her 
mouth form an O as she exhaled a stream of smoke, seemingly in Ray's 
direction. He inhaled on his cigar and repeated her O action with his lips, 
completely oblivious of whatever Sarah was going on about. 

Grace's hands slid further under her slacks so that she could ease them down 
over her panties. The panties were brief, lacy and, he thought, black. She 
turned to put her cigarette in an ashtray and then with her back toward the 
window, she bent forward to skin the slacks down her thighs. Getting them to 
knee level, she reached for her cigarette. While she inhaled, she threw her 
head back and ran the full palms of her hands over the cheeks of her 
buttocks, running them down to her thighs, back up to her waist, and then 
dipping her fingers beneath her panties so that she could roll her hands to 
spread the crack of her ass. She rubbed her hands back and forth. 

"Well, what do you think of that?" Sarah asked, after describing a suspected 
affair between a friend of theirs and his secretary. 

"Nice-real nice." 

"Raymond?! " 

"Yes, dear?" 

"Are you listening to me?" 

"Oh, yes, dear-wouldn't miss a word-not a word." 

"Hmmm. Well, then-" 

Grace raised one leg as she peeled the slacks over her calf. She removed her 
shoe long enough to pull the slacks over her foot, then stepped back into 
the shoe, one of those high-heel jobs that only had a band of leather over 
the toes and just above so that it was easy to slip in and out of. She 
turned in profile as she peeled at the other slack leg. Once free of the 
slacks, she extended one foot to the dresser and smoothed her hand up her 
leg from toes to thigh. It was as if she were rubbing wrinkles out of 
stockings. But, from where Ray was viewing, he was almost certain that she 
wasn't wearing any. He strained his eyes to see, without moving his body. 

Grace danced her fingers down her leg again as if she were doing a 
touch-your-toes exercise. She examined her feet, stroked them, massaging 
each toe and the entire foot, lingering around the ankle before she slowly 
pulled her outstretched fingers back up her leg. It seemed as if she were 
admiring the well-turned shape of her calf-at least Ray was admiring it. The 
room was just light enough that he could see more than just a silhouette. He 
wished she would turn on more light. 

Now Grace brought her hands up to her thighs, one outlining the curve of her 
hip, while the other appeared to be caressing her crotch. Her fingers met on 
the underside of her thighs, while the outside hand rounded under her cheek 
and beneath the brief panties. The hand reached further and Ray perceived 
that she was stroking the tips of her fingers into the crack of her ass, 
perhaps playing one finger into the ass-hole and coming forward to wade 
through the moist slit of her cunt. That excited him. He twisted in the 
chair and crossed one leg over the other for fear that his interest would 
begin showing. He relit his cigar and watched as Grace guided her hand up 
her inner thigh. She pulled her hand up her crotch, obviously the middle 
finger pushing in to touch her clitoris, before she moved her hand on up to 
her belly. 

"Of course," Sarah was saying about terms of office for certain politicians, 
"I think there ought to be a law against it." 

"Not at all, my dear," Ray groaned as he puffed on his cigar. 

"Not at all? Raymond, are you listening to me?" 

"I've followed every action with a passionate interest." 

"Every action?" Sarah sat forward. 

"Of your tongue, my pet-of your tongue." 

"And you don't think-" 

Ray said "uh-huh" twice in the middle of Sarah's next sentence, and almost 
said it a third time, long and lingering, before he caught himself. He 
merely sighed. 

Grace had lowered her leg from the dresser and slipped back into her shoe. 
Now she raised the other leg, allowing Ray to get a better look at her 
crotch. Grace ran her hands up and down that leg several times, again as if 
smoothing wrinkles from hose. As she brought her hands up her thigh, she 
rubbed back and forth, inching her way toward her crotch. As one hand 
circled about the curve of her buttocks, the other hand caressed up and 
fished beneath her lace panties, stretching the fabric so that her fingers 
could wiggle into the slit of her cunt. Then she held the panties aside with 
her nearest hand, while the other hand played over the hairy area and worked 
further down in between her legs. She smoothed her fingers back up to 
massage at her clitoris. Ray could just make out that she was running her 
middle finger in between her cunt lips, gouging it deeper into that liquid 
area, perhaps plunging the tip of it into her vagina. He took his feet from 
the chair where they had been resting, and crossed them in front of him as 
he felt an urgent tugging in his trousers. 

Grace snapped the panties back into place over her cunt, but continued 
caressing her hands over her lower torso. Now she approached her panties 
from the top, using one hand to pull the elastic out and the other to 
scratch down into her pubic hair and slide down further to poke her middle 
finger into her clitoris before she dug in between her cunt lips. Her upper 
body wiggled and rolled back and forth as if she were keeping tempo with the 
finger caressing her snatch. Then she bent slightly forward as Ray was 
certain that she was submerging her finger way up inside her vagina, feeling 
around and moving it back and forth. She tossed her head back and rolled it 
from side to side as her finger movement accelerated. 

Suddenly she withdrew her finger and ran that hand up from her cunt, over 
her belly. She held it for a moment between her tits. Then she ran her hand 
on up her body and inserted the middle finger into her mouth, sucking all 
the cunt juice from it. Now she dug her finger deep into her mouth, tonguing 
it, drawing it further and further as if it were a cock and she were 
attempting to coax come from it. 

"Getting a bit breezy, isn't it?" Sarah observed and wondered why Ray looked 
so uncomfortable. "A little chill-that's the way the desert is when the sun 
goes down." 

"Goes down? Chill?" Ray looked at his wife's concerned expression. "Seems 
warm out here to me." 

"Warm?" 

"Hot." Ray almost made a purring sound. 

"Hot? Raymond Jackman, what ails you?" Sarah's eyes attempted to penetrate 
the darkness to see her husband's features. 

"You go on in, if you want to, dear," Ray said without really watching his 
wife. "I think I'll have another cigar and sit out here." 

"I'm not that cold yet." 

"Don't want to catch a chill, do you dear?" Ray really would prefer that his 
wife leave. He fumbled for another cigar. 

"You know what the doctor said about-" Ray turned off to his doctor's 
second-hand advice and put the entire cellophane wrapped cigar longways in 
his mouth. Even when he realized what he was doing, he was slow to remove 
and unwrap it. 

By then Grace had taken her leg down from the dresser and slipped her foot 
back into her shoe. She disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a 
large bath towel which she threw over the bed. Getting another cigarette, 
she lighted it and made another O with her mouth as she exhaled. She seemed 
restless as she crossed twice to the mirror above the dresser, picking up 
the hairbrush the second time around. Although she did not look directly at 
him, Ray was certain that she was watching him, perhaps out of the corner of 
her eye. He held his cigar up to the side, hoping that its silhouette would 
look like a hardened cock. She did not seem to react to it. Instead she 
stroked the brush through her hair a couple of times. 

Putting the brush down, she jiggled her shoulders around and, facing the 
window, reached down to touch her toes. She did that twice before she 
decided that her mini-blouse was inhibiting her. She stood upright and 
started to ease the buttons out of their holes. As she did, she stepped to 
the dresser and flicked on a radio. The music had a rock beat, almost 
burlesque. She wiggled out of the blouse as if she were on a runway, slowly 
easing out of the sleeves and dropping it down her arms, tossing it to the 
dresser with a flip. Then, raising her arms, she stretched. As she tossed 
her head back with a big yawn, she rotated her hips from side to side in 
hula fashion, then ground them around and almost did a bump as her knees 
scissored back and forth. Her tits bounced in reaction and she undulated her 
shoulders as if to exercise them more. Her hands cupped her breasts, then 
slithered down her sides to pop the elastic of her panties. 

"Well, I've had enough, haven't you?" Sarah announced, standing up. 

"Good God, no!" 

"Raymond?" 

"I meant to say-hardly. You go on ahead, dear. Do your hair or whatever. 
I'll just stay out here and enjoy the sss-" 

"Ssss?" 

"Cigar," Ray hurriedly corrected. 

Sarah viewed her husband's dark silhouette. She knew his fondness for cigars 
and her dislike for them. It was just as well he remained outside to smoke. 
"Well, suit yourself." She kissed him lightly on the temple and moaned for 
sympathy. He patted her affectionately on the rear end and hoped that she 
would not see Grace Porter. 

Ray did not wait until Sarah disappeared into their cabin the other side of 
the pool, before he returned his gaze to the energetic Grace Porter. She had 
touched her toes straight down ten times, then turned so that her hindside 
was facing out as she crossed her right hand to her left foot, then left 
hand to right foot. Ray viewed that spectacle and adjusted his chair so he 
could get a better look. Then she put her arms behind her neck and bobbed 
the upper part of her body down toward her knees. 

Grace turned back to the window, grabbed a drag on her cigarette, and 
slouched on one hip. Again she made an O with her lips and exhaled in Ray's 
direction. Putting the cigarette aside, she ran her hands over her body, 
bending her pelvis forward as she stretched. She placed her hands on her 
knees and caressed her hands up her thighs, this time running both hands 
under her panties, Ving them at the crotch and edging them the entire circle 
of the leg openings until she grabbed hold of each cheek of her ass and bent 
forward, around to the right, up straight, down around to the left and way 
forward. She did that several times before she stopped in an upright 
position. Now her hands edged back around the leg openings, pulled the lacy 
panties away from her snatch where they had worked their way into the slit 
of it. Her hands eased in under the waistband and skidded from the sides 
back to grasp the cheeks of her ass before she brought them forward to play 
in her pubic hair. She used both hands to separate the lips of her cunt, the 
thumbs pushing at her clitoris. As her hands groped into her crotch, she 
shifted her weight from foot to foot and twisted her shoulders, putting her 
entire body into motion. With that sensuous rolling action, Ray heard her 
making little sounds of erotic delight, groans and sighs. 

Ray stood up, circled around his chair, then rearranged it several feet 
closer to Grace Porter's window. He sat back and attempted to look casual, 
now practically facing the window. He wiggled as excitement filled him. 

Fully aware of Ray's attention, as she had been from the beginning, Grace 
dipped her hands from her cunt and slithered them up her body. After first 
cupping her tits as if estimating their weight, she took her two index 
fingers and began drawing circles around the outer dimensions of her orbs 
and gradually narrowing the circumference of her finger movement until she 
outlined the saucer-shaped outer region of her nipple. When she reached the 
tips of them, she pinched, then outlined the contour of her see-through bra, 
over the base and around to the back where she unfastened it. Her tits burst 
forth with newfound freedom as she removed the garment and tossed it to the 
dresser. She returned to circling her index fingers around the outer 
extremities of her orbs and slowly bringing them toward the nipples. 

She held the saucer of the nipple between her thumb and middle finger so 
that the index fingers of each hand could flick over the tip. As the index 
fingers stimulated the extra-sensitive nipple ends, the thumbs and middle 
fingers began a slow milking action. Her body undulated, rotating her hips 
and shoulders as wave after wave of excitement shot through her. Now her 
pelvis jolted forward from time to time, bouncing spastically and grinding 
into wild bumps. She threw her head back, a sensation of ecstasy motivating 
her body. 

Releasing her milking hold on her tits, Grace widened her fingers as she 
scooted them down from her tits, over her soft belly and under the elastic 
of her panties. This time she slid the lacy garment and rolled it to her 
thighs, just barely exposing her crotch. Her fingers played into her pubic 
hair and explored further into her cunt, once again spreading the lips, 
titillating her clitoris and gouging between the cunt lips into her vagina. 
She used the fingers of both hands to part her pussy, before she eased them 
to her legs to skin the panties the rest of the way down her leg. 

She got the panties as far as to her knees, when she, almost modestly, 
turned around, exposing her bare backside. Bending forward, she rolled the 
panties to the floor and stepped out of them. However, she remained in that 
bent forward position while her hands caressed up her legs, the calves 
firmed as she still wore the high heels. She spent some time just massaging 
her lower legs, gradually pushing them further apart. Then she stroked over 
her knees and up to her thighs. Her head was still low, the crack of her ass 
spread, and, although it was difficult to make out in the dim light, Ray 
thought he could see the underside of her pussy. Something was glistening 
between her legs, under the crack of her cheeks. He ogled as her hands 
caressed up her thighs, higher and higher, but always just missing her 
snatch. He could see her fingers protrude from the fronts of her thighs and 
curl around to the backs. Now they stroked up higher and reached to glide 
over the curves of her hips and down again, almost as if purposely avoiding 
that all-important cunt area. 

Ray craned his neck to get a better look, then he quickly surveyed the pool 
area. Seeing that he was quite alone and unobserved-or so he imagined-he 
stood up and carried his chair another four and a half feet closer to 
Grace's window. He looked about again before sitting. He wondered if she 
could see him through her V-shaped legs as her hands swept from her ankles 
all the way up her legs to the very top of her thighs. 

Grace pushed one hand completely through her legs and reached up to trace a 
finger from the base of her spine all the way down the crack of her ass. She 
lingered awhile at her ass-hole as if the region around it was sensitive to 
her touch. Taking her finger from her anus she put it to her mouth to 
moisten, then returned to her ass-hole. The wet invasion of her finger 
caused her to wiggle. Then she drew a line with her finger from her anus to 
the underside of her cunt. She used her full hand to massage over the 
surface of it, rubbing back and forth so that the lips as well as the 
clitoris were warmly stimulated. Now she used both hands, one on either 
side, spreading her cunt lips so that her vagina appeared as a gaping 
cavern. She pushed her fingers into it, stretching it as far as it would go. 

After oozing her fingers in and out of her vagina for several seconds, Grace 
reached to the dresser to get her hairbrush, the handle of which was about 
five inches and it curved, being wide at the end. With one hand spreading 
her cunt lips, she inserted the brush handle with the other, then grabbed 
the bristles and worked it back and forth in her snatch with the other, then 
grabbed the bristles and worked it back and forth in her snatch with a 
driving fury. Almost as impulsively as she had thrust the hairbrush into her 
pussy, she jerked it out again. 

She stood upright-and turned to face the window. Ray was certain that she 
was staring at him, perhaps inviting him to come in. But was she, or was it 
only his imagination? His cock was swollen hard, uncomfortable in the 
confines of his trousers. He stood so that he was in profile in relationship 
to Grace's window. Standing a moment with the cigar straight forward in his 
mouth, Ray put his hands into his hip pockets, spreading his coat back so 
that the contours of his belly and legs were apparent. Also conspicuous was 
the throbbing bulge at the fly of his trousers. He pushed his hips forward 
to make certain that the hardness of his cock was on view with no doubt of 
his desires. He rocked back on his heels several times. When he took his 
hand from his hip pocket to go for his cigar, he first allowed it to stroke 
into his crotch, to scratch at his balls and to grab the neck of his cock in 
the folds of his trousers to indicate the stiffness therein. 

When he looked back to the window, Grace was not watching him at all. In 
fact, she had flopped back on the bed and had thrust her legs into the air, 
her pussy aimed toward the window. She proceeded to lift her hips off the 
bed and hold the cheeks of her ass in the palms of her hands as she bent her 
legs back and kicked them forward in a cycling exercise. Ray pushed his 
chair even closer, now getting a much better look into her cunt. 

Grace continued the cycling workout for several minutes. When she stopped, 
she inserted the hairbrush up her cunt and continued kicking her legs into 
the air. 

Ray could hear her grunting and groaning, panting with the exertion and 
making little exotic sounds caused by the hairbrush being inside her. He 
dragged on his burnt-out cigar, the taste of which caused him to cough. 
Fearing detection, he covered his mouth and slouched down in the chair. When 
he finally dared to take another look, Grace was standing again, stroking 
her body. The brush had been removed from her cunt. Now her finger was 
busily fucking in and out of her twat. She gasped as her body rolled from 
side to side. She lost her balance and caught herself on the ball of the 
foot end of the bedstead. That round device intrigued her. She fondled it. 
It was low enough that if she stood on one leg and rested the other leg, 
bent at the knee on the bed, she would be able to mount it. She got into 
position and used both hands to spread her cunt. The knob was not too big 
and with little effort she was able to get it and part of the carved area 
beneath into her liquid cooze. She lurched and moaned with its invasion. 
Then she grabbed both of her tits, one in each hand, milked and pinched 
them, and eventually lifted first one and then the other to her mouth to 
suck on. As she licked her tits, she began a movement like a child pumping a 
toy wagon, with her one leg curled under her and bouncing the mattress. 

Ray could see the bedstead knob being thrust in and out of her cunt, up and 
down. He wanted to cross to the window, pull down his zipper, and hoist out 
his hot cock to show her what should be up there instead. However, Ray was 
more the adventurer in his dreams than he was in actuality. He remained 
where he was, cautiously keeping an eye out, as his hand slid back and forth 
over his cock. If he dared he would take it out, but he was not that brazen, 
although the thought occurred to him since his cock felt more swollen than 
it had in a long while-or, at least, so it seemed. 

As Ray watched, now not hiding the fact that he was watching, (if he had 
been from the beginning), he stood up and crossed to the shadows just 
outside her window. He could not see the knob of the bedstead, which she 
never released in her bobbing up and down, but he could see that there were 
ball shapes strung below the top one. He could imagine how that series of 
rounded wood must have felt slipping up into her cunt, splashing against her 
cervix. 

Grace squealed with each invasion of the bedpost into her twat, the knobby 
roundness of the ridges gouged at the membranes of her vagina and aroused 
her to an extreme height of excitement. She licked at her tits with a 
greater passion and sucked one of the nipples into her mouth. Then, with a 
free hand, she moved it down to her snatch and worked her finger against her 
clitoris while the bedpost rode into her. She gasped and groaned, rolled 
from side to side and bit on the nipple of her tit. 

Ray all but had his face at the window screen, his hand on his cock. He was 
breathing hard too. 

Now Grace had one tit in the fullness of her hand, squeezing it as though 
she were about to pull it from her body. The other tit was in her mouth. Her 
whole body was in motion, writhing, undulating, rolling. She made moans that 
trembled through her as she pumped harder and harder on the bedpost, driving 
it into her to its fullest length. 

Finally her tit fell from her mouth and she caught it with the hand that had 
been at her clitoris. Milking at her tits, she jerked herself up and down on 
the post and contorted from side to side. She squealed as the hot flashes of 
climax ignited her every nerve end. She lurched and reacted violently with 
the spastic charges of electricity that were driving her to that moment of 
release. She sobbed, sighed, and groaned from the innermost part of her. 
Then she rolled and flopped as the juices flooded her already liquid cavern. 
She screamed, not loud but shrill, as climax burst through her. She fell 
forward and thrust her head back. Her fingers kept massaging into her tits 
as the after spasms of eruption trembled her. Slowly she managed to hoist 
herself until the bedpost snapped out of her pussy. She gasped and threw 
herself onto the bed, rolling over onto her back. With one hand still at her 
breast, the other hand explored down and reached into her cunt, still 
burning with the after moments of climax. She lay there for several seconds 
as her breathing returned to normal and the little slithers of excitement 
ceased shooting through her. 

Ray had been on the verge of ejaculation when he saw Grace in such a 
frenzied state. Then he thought to control himself, that perhaps she would 
want to come more than once and would make herself available to him. He knew 
that if he shot once, that would be it for the night. With an art he had 
cultivated over the years, he was able to contain that moment of eruption by 
diverting his thoughts. He liked to have a woman reach climax several times 
to his one, it inspired him to greater heights. His cock was spitting clear 
lubricating fluid, but not come. 

Regaining her breath and composure, Grace got up from the bed without even 
looking toward the window. She grabbed the bath towel and wrapped it around 
her. Completely unconcerned whether Ray was watching or not, she waltzed 
into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. 

Ray stood a moment in the darkness, still hard and trembling from the 
excitement. It occurred to him that he was in a strange position and, should 
anyone come upon him, he would have a difficult time explaining his 
presence. He edged from the double floor-length windows to the side of the 
building. He could see the window through which Grace's reflection had been 
projected against the next building. The window was easily accessible. He 
peered in, getting a full picture of the double bed. 

Ray walked the area between the two cabins. The other cabin did not seem to 
be occupied. In the rear of the building he found the bathroom window. It 
was frosted over with steam. Fearing possible detection, he decided to take 
a circuitous route around the backside of the cabins and arrive at the 
parking area. Besides, that would give his erect cock time to lose its 
tension. However, as he took that way, he found himself more than just 
casually looking into other lighted windows. Never in his life had he seen 
such a display. He did not consider himself a voyeur, but after what he had 
just seen, and how he reacted to it, he was not certain. He rationalized 
that there is a certain amount of voyeurism in all people. 

When Ray returned to the pool area, he skirted the kidney-shaped pool, 
trying to appear casual. Try as he may, he was unable to completely lose all 
the tension from his cock and, as a matter-of-fact, was hornier than he had 
been for a long while. As he passed the entrance to the baths, he 
encountered the tall figure of a man. The stranger wore walking shorts, a 
sport shirt and shower shoes. 

"Good evening." The stranger was friendly. "You one of the health spa 
victims, too?" 

In that dim light Ray could see that the man was over six feet tall, of 
average build, with a ruggedly pleasant but not particularly handsome face. 
"The husband of one of the victims." He laughed. "Ray Jackman's my name." 

The man extended his strong hand. "Al Porter. Got hurt playing football back 
in high school, nothing serious, but every so often I get these cramps in my 
lower back. The doctor suggested I take the mineral baths. Can't say they do 
me much good, but I manage to get out here a couple of times a year. Damn 
good place to spend a weekend or two-real friendly people." 

"Yes, so I noticed." 

"Even if you're not taking the cure, you oughta try the baths and 
massages-they're something else." 

"Oh, yeah?" Ray was not really interested, but he thought to make some small 
talk, since he recognized the man's name as being the husband of Grace 
Porter. 

"Yeah. Harry just gave me a great going over." Al laughed. "He's fine when 
you just want to be rubbed-you know, for health purposes." 

"And what if you want to be-well, rubbed for other purposes?" 

"In that case, I recommend Mae Maples. like wow!" Al beamed. "Well, see ya 
'round. Now that Harry's got all the right places tingling, I'm hot to 
relieve myself of a little passion with the little woman. Cool it." 

Ray watched as Al bounced away from him, circled around the pool and 
disappeared in the cabin which he had been watching. The draperies were now 
pulled at the window. He strolled in that direction and sat in the chair. He 
wondered about the Porters, with a stud like Al, why the hell was Grace 
humping the bedpost? Maybe she was the kind of broad who really dug coming 
several times in the night and Al was not as versatile. He also imagined 
that a chick like Grace was enough to wear a man out with one ejaculation. 

"How was the bath?" Ray could hear Grace calling from within the cabin. 

"like wow! That Harry's something else." 

"Oh, yeah? What'd he do, shake up your prostate gland?" Grace laughed, Her 
voice got closer to the window. 

"Wouldn't you like to know? Hey, have we got any beer?" 

"Yeah, in the ice box. Hey, Al, why not cool it with the beer for a while?" 
Grace sounded even closer. Ray could see her silhouette projected through 
the side window against the adjoining building. 

"What's with the no beer scene?" Al's voice came closer as though he had 
walked into the bedroom. 

"Thought maybe after all that rubbing, you might be in the mood." 

"I can drink beer and be in the mood." 

"So drink." 

Ray could see Al's silhouette through the curtain as it got near Grace's. He 
could also see two projected shadows against the wall. He scanned the pool 
area. Not a soul around. Did he dare? He rose from the chair and moved 
toward the next-door cabin, then quickly ducked between it and the Porter's 
cabin. He flattened himself against the wall and inched toward the window. 
When he peered into the window, Al and Grace were in an embrace. Al was 
still dressed, Grace wore only a large bath towel. 

Ray braced himself against the adjoining building and prepared to enjoy his 
ringside seat. 

While they kissed-nice, big and juicy, Ray thought-Al's hands stroked down 
the fullness of Grace's body, finding the folds of the towel and unwrapping 
her. She clung to the towel beneath her armpits, her naked back exposed in 
Ray's direction. 

"You are horny," Grace observed as she pushed herself back from Al, smiling 
in his face. 

"And you're not?" Al put his hands to her towel, just above her breast and 
yanked it from her so that she stood naked before him. "Bullshit!" 

"Well, you might coax me." 

"Coax you, hell! One blink of my eyelash and you'll have me raped in no time 
flat." Al laughed, stood back and held his arms at his waist. He looked down 
to his fly where his cock was beginning to rise. Grace's eyes followed his. 
"Well, I'll be damned! Lookee here!" 

Grace twirled her stiff outstretched fingers so that she could caress down 
the fly of his trousers, the outline of his cock hardening as she inched 
down it. Once she had played her fingers around the head of it, she brought 
her hand back up the neck of it until she found his zipper. With a jerk, she 
tugged it down as far as it would go then slipped her slender fingers in 
between the zipped opening and burrowed past the fly to his boxer shorts 
until she felt the smooth flesh of his cock. Again she let her fingers slip 
down the length of it and circle around the cockhead. Her other hand began 
working at the top buttons of his walking shorts and they slid to his knees 
with no effort. She relinquished her groping of his cock long enough to slip 
her hands beneath the elastic of his boxer shorts. As she bent forward to 
tug his shorts the rest of the way down his leg so that he could step out of 
them, Al ran his hands over her naked back and into the crack of her ass. As 
he stepped out of the shorts, Grace raised her head to the level of his 
cock, the sight of which caused her to ripple with excitement. She caught it 
again with one hand, while the other hand played with his balls. He, in the 
meantime, began stroking her tits and running his hands over her body. His 
cock stood perpendicular to his body. 

"Now see what you've gone and done?" Al looked down at his flailing cock, 
laughed, then lowered his head so that he could tongue the nipple of her 
right tit while his hand played with the left. His other hand slid down to 
her pubic hair, twisted around in it and fingered to find the wetness of her 
cunt. His finger wedged into the slit, fondled her clitoris until it got 
hard, then dipped in further to work between the cunt lips and into the 
vagina. 

Grace twisted with excitement, throwing her body full into Al's. "What're we 
standing up for?" she panted and pushed him toward the bed. Al moved with 
her tit in his mouth, and fell hard onto the bed. 

Their tongues licked at each other as their hands explored each other's 
body. Grace's fingers found the buttons of Al's shirt, half unbuttoning, 
half caressing his front side until she got the shirt off his shoulders. He 
rolled out of his shirt and threw his arms back around Grace. She sucked his 
tongue into her mouth as far as she could get it, their bodies postage stamp 
close. Al's cock throbbed hard pressed against her belly. 

Grace pulled her mouth from Al's and tongued her way across his cheek to his 
ear, sucking in on the lobe and twisting her tongue into the inner curves. 
She licked completely around the ear, then down the cord of his neck, over 
to his Adam's apple, lipping it before she lapped her way to his other ear. 
Al kissed at her face and throat, clutched at her tits, then squeezed from 
the cheeks of her ass to her thighs until he groped at her cunt. However, 
Grace was taking the initiative. She ran her tongue from one side of his 
chest to the other. He milked at her tits and pinched the nipples with his 
fingers as she worked her way down his body, licking over his entire torso. 
She tongued into his navel and down to his lower belly. Now she licked her 
way back up his thighs, over and around, permitting her mouth to touch his 
balls before it darted back to his thighs and up to his belly. 

Al was alive with an electric feeling as Grace's tongue ran over his body. 
His cock became harder and harder, leaping forward, slick and ready. Her 
hands glided up his hairy legs, over the front and around to the back, 
holding the cheeks of his ass like they were two melons. Clutching his 
flesh, she spread the cheeks apart, letting one finger explore in to trace 
the length of his crack and play around his ass-hole. Her tongue dipped into 
his pubic hair and circled around his pulsating cock while her finger 
slipped between his thighs and fondled his testicles. 

Ray had moved to the window, assured that he was protected by the shadows. 
He could see the full action, both straight on and reflected in the dresser 
mirror. His own cock pounded at his trousers. He licked his lips and 
imagined that he was the one naked on the bed with Grace Porter. His 
imagination went wild, but he could not help it as he watched the erotic 
activity. 

Grace stroked her hands back over the cheeks of Al's ass, from there to his 
thighs, coming together so that the fingers tickled at the underside of his 
scrotum. She held her face not more than a hair's breadth from the end of 
his cock. He lunged forward, his cockhead touched her lips, oozing a clear 
liquid on them. Opening her mouth, she moved her head side to side, her 
tongue between her teeth wetting the glistening end. 

Al reached down and pulled at her tits with one hand while the other fondled 
through her hair and around her ears. He scooted his hips upward and hunched 
his shoulders to pull both her tits. "Come on, sweetheart, get that big 
peter! Blow the hell out of it!" 

Grace griped one hand around the neck of his cock, studied it a moment, then 
puckered her lips to blow a gentle stream of air over it. 

"That's not what I meant!" 

"Isn't it?" Grace laughed, then, still holding his cock by the neck, she put 
her lips to the mushroom and began nibbling around the underside edge until 
she completely circled it. She rounded it a second time, this time with the 
tip of her tongue. Now she puckered her lips over the head, right above the 
opening, and slowly pushed her tightened lips down over the head. Once the 
mushroom was fully inside her mouth, she sucked in as hard as she could, 
tripping the tip of her tongue over the end. Finally she sucked on it so 
hard that it popped from her mouth. She giggled and suctioned her mouth in 
the crack between his thigh and lower torso, dangling her chin on his balls. 
Al's body jerked with a tickling sensation. 

Ray leaned against the building, his face at the window frame. He cautiously 
scanned to see that he was not being observed. Then, feeling secure in that 
hiding place, he unzipped his fly and slipped his hand in between the zipper 
teeth, under the flap of his shorts, and ran his hand down the smooth tube 
of his hard cock. 

Grace searched one hand down Al's leg as the other curled into a firmer grip 
around his balls. Her fingers lightly caressed back up his leg on the 
underside. She scratched her nails into the cheek of his butt, while her 
other hand squeezed deeper into his scrotum. That inflicted pain was enough 
to force Al to bolt forward and, as he did, she opened her mouth to allow 
his cock to completely lunge inside. He trembled with a spine-tingling 
sensation as she closed her mouth over his organ and permitted her tongue to 
slide along the underside bulge. Pulling her head back, she fastened her 
lips suction-like to the neck of his cock until they stopped at the ridge of 
the head. She pushed it back into her mouth again, the cockhead gouging into 
her throat. In a state of ecstasy, Al lay back and looked down his body to 
watch his talented wife. 

Again sliding her lips up to the head, she wound them around before going 
down on the neck of it once more. Her hands searched his rear end and his 
testicles at the same time as she pulled her head back, licking over the 
cockhead and taking her mouth away from it. 

The hand playing with his balls slid up the neck of his cock, catching it in 
a firm hold as Grace pulled it upward and caught his pouch of testicles in 
her mouth, sucking in on both balls at the same time. She moved her tongue 
over the meaty balls, favoring each one at a time, then both together. 

Al tingled in reaction, hardly able to control himself. He milked her tits 
and rubbed his hands over as much of her body as he could reach. His hands 
clutched at her head to disengage her mouth from his balls. Too much of that 
and he would be ready to shoot in no time-and he wanted that sensation to 
last. His scrotum slipped from her mouth as she dove to line the bulging 
underside of the neck of his cock with her lapping tongue. 

"My turn, baby," Al said as he pulled her face to face with him. He gouged 
his tongue into her waiting mouth and thrust it in as far as he could get 
it. As she sucked on his tongue with the same enthusiasm as she had on his 
cock, he ran his. hands down her back and grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks 
in his two hands. Retrieving his tongue from her mouth, Al washed it around 
her lips, across her cheek to her right ear. He nibbled his lips around the 
rim of her ear, then tongued into the ridges of it until he pierced the tip 
in as far as it could wind. While he licked into her ear, he forced her body 
into a reclining position, face up as he hovered his own over it. 

He lowered his mouth to her tit, his lips were ravenous as he touched the 
nipple. Taking as much of the one tit in his mouth as he could, and 
squeezing at the other with his hand, his body lurched, his cock speared at 
her legs. In the meantime, she gripped her fingers, all ten, into his scalp 
and shook his head as if to encourage him to suck even deeper. 

"Kiss the other one," Grace moaned as she guided his head to the other side 
of her chest. While he licked and squeezed at her tits, she directed his 
other hand down her body until, with spread fingers, it clutched into a 
whole handful of crotch. Impulsively one finger began a methodic burrowing 
in. The wetness of cunt lips stimulated him all the more. 

Grace slithered her hands up from his thighs as she twisted in response to 
his fingers digging at her cunt. She clawed at his buttocks, then moved her 
hands up his back to grip his shoulders. The pressure of her hands on his 
shoulders guided his lips from her tit down her belly. He moved his head 
from side to side to flop her tits against his temples as his tongue washed 
to her belly button. His mouth wound circles around her lower abdomen as he 
inched toward her writhing crotch. Moving his hands from her upper body, he 
slipped his fingers into the slit of her cunt, pulling it open to either 
side as if parting draperies. He lowered his head as she put one foot up on 
the bed so that her cavern was gaping. Washing his tongue around the edge of 
her cunt lips, he slowly worked his way in between the inner and outer lips, 
scooping out the trough on either side with his tongue. She pushed her 
pelvis forward so that nearly his entire face was covered with her snatch. 
She ground her hips and bumped toward him. 

Ray zipped his fly and walked out from between the two cabins, his hands 
clasped behind him. He scanned in all directions, then, certain that no one 
was about, he scampered back to his post at the Porters' window. Sarah was 
not one who liked oral sex. That bothered Ray, since he liked it and wished 
to participate in it. He waited a minute or two until he unfastened his 
zipper again. He could only touch his cock a few minutes before, after all 
the visual stimulation, it was ready to erupt. 

Al's cock gouged at Grace's leg. She kissed her own nipples with the 
excitement of the moment, spasms of sensation gushing through her. Easing 
her cunt from the lapping of his tongue, Grace lowered her body so that he 
could once again suck on her nipples. As she pushed down, she snagged the 
end of his cock in the wet lips of her cunt. She teased it by rolling her 
hips and permitted the head to be temporarily encompassed by her liquid 
cavern. 

Al fell back on the bed. Grace turned over and lunged her mouth to his 
chest, taking his nipple in to be massaged by her tongue. She straddled his 
hips so that her cunt was just above his cock. She teased it with her cunt 
lips, pushing it down against the heavy bulge on the underside, since it was 
pointed at his navel. Slipping her oozing cunt over that muscle fascinated 
her and caused her to take the whole of one of his nipples into her mouth 
and bite into the flesh around it. He jerked up, his cock jolting toward her 
belly. She reached her hand down, grabbing the cock by its neck, and running 
the cockhead over the lips of her pussy. Just when Al thought she was going 
to shove that hard meat up her twat, she scooted further down his body, 
between his legs, and began mopping her tongue up his thighs, around his 
testicles and up to the neck of his cock. While she sucked on his testicles, 
she hoisted his legs up over her shoulders, then pushed from the underside 
until his legs were in the air and his anus was spread and exposed. She 
licked down from his scrotum, over the hard muscle below until she washed 
around his ass-hole. He wig gled and tossed so spastically with the tickling 
sensation that she widened the circumference of her slurping to include both 
cheeks. Then she washed back to his tightened scrotum. 

Al got further up on the bed as Grace buried his cock in her mouth and began 
an accelerated up and down motion on it as it thrust time and time again 
into the tunnel of her throat. Her hands caressed his body, gouged and 
scratched as she felt every muscle within tighten as he got closer and 
closer to the moment of climax. 

With his hands firmly clasped about Grace's jaw, Al snapped his cock from 
her mouth. "That was close!" he laughed as he pulled her face once again to 
his for another long and piercing kiss. She lay flat atop his body. He 
pulled her legs forward so that she was on her knees above him. He ran his 
tongue over her lips and sucked on her chin as he slid his body under hers. 
Now he licked around her neck and wiggled so that his face was directly 
between her dangling tits. He kissed from breast to breast, grabbing the 
outer sides of the fleshy orbs, pushing them toward the middle. His mouth 
open, tongue protruding, he licked in the close quarters from side to side 
until he sucked in one nipple and then the other. When he released his hand 
hold on her tits to explore further down her body, Grace undulated her 
shoulders, slapping his face with her breasts. 

By then Al was scooting further down, licking his liquid tongue into the 
softness of flesh around her navel before inserting it into that 
indentation. Now steadying her hips, he slid down so that his head was 
between her thighs. He turned his head to one side and licked as much of her 
thigh as he could reach, going up practically to her crotch before turning 
his head to wash the other thigh. Gripping his hands about the cheeks of her 
butt, he pulled his face up to bury into the slit of her crotch, licking his 
tongue from side to side as Grace jolted and squirmed with that penetration. 

As Ray watched Al's tongue licking over the surface of her cunt, he pulled 
his cock from his pants and slowly eased the skin back and forth over it. 
His face leaned against the window frame, the screen imprinting its design 
in his skin. Oh, God, if only that were his mouth eating into her snatch! If 
only- 

Al had scooted all the way between Grace's legs and had reversed his 
position so that he was on his knees behind her. He kissed up the back of 
her thighs, circled over the roundness of her buttocks, and licked his 
tongue down the other thigh. He did this several times, going from side to 
side, but always just missing her pussy with his tongue. Her butt wiggled 
from side to side as if trying to find the tip of his tongue with her cunt 
lips. Now he placed his hands on either cheek of her ass and licked his 
tongue down the crack of it, spreading it wide as he tongued into her 
ass-hole, then traced on down to lap into her cunt, running lines up and 
down with his tongue and gradually penetrating deeper and deeper. He held 
the cunt lips aside so that he could dig his tongue into her slippery 
vagina, winding it around the sensitive membrane walls. Grace flopped and 
turned, squealed and sighed as tremble after tremble of excitement pulsated 
her body into a writhing mass of flesh. 

He licked his tongue from her cunt down her thighs and, placing his hands on 
her butt, rolled her over onto her back. He laid his cock along the slit of 
her cunt so that either side of the cunt lips could hold it in place. Then 
he stretched out on top of her, his tongue parting her lips and lunging into 
her mouth. His hand now pulled and manipulated her breasts as he forced his 
legs between hers, his rigid cock gouging at her belly. Moving his mouth 
from her lips, he suctioned it over her right nipple, lapping his tongue 
over the tip of it and sucking a whole mouthful of the flesh between his 
teeth. His tongue wound around and around as 

Grace lifted her legs and reached her hand down to skin his cock back and 
forth, at last rounding the head of it in the palm of her hand. Her other 
hand parted her moist cunt lips, creating an opening for his erect muscle. 
She put it into place, stationing it between her cunt lips. She scratched 
her fingers back up his flesh. Her body twisted and jolted with the 
combination of his mouth action at her tits and the invasion of his cock 
into her shaft. He pushed forward until it was fully submerged, then 
undulated his hips to force it against her cervix. 

Al raised his head from Grace's breast, putting his hands beneath her hips 
to lift it to rest on his thighs. He caressed her legs as he began a steady 
pumping, plunging his piston in and out of her oozing cavern. His hands slid 
over her body, finally holding both tits full in his hands as he increased 
the speed of his thrusting hips. Each jab plunged it in as far as it would 
go and each pull nearly dislodged it. He worked his arms in beneath her 
knees so that they were pushing back toward her chest. 

Al was on his toes, doing pushups over Grace's jolting body. As he pushed 
forward, she lurched up to meet him. She clawed and scratched at him, 
pinched his flesh as the excitement swelled within her. Al put his mouth to 
her tit and sucked on the soft skin. They were animals in the heat of 
passion. 

Ray had to let his hard cock suspend in midair for a few seconds while the 
juices which had mounted in him were contained. He was sweating, his clothes 
wet. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Al's butt bobbing up and 
down. He looked out to the area around the pool. A car was heard pulling up 
in the distance. He would have to keep an ear out. 

When he turned back to the window, Al was breathing with deep gasps, his 
body flat and rigid above Grace. 

"What'cha waiting for?" Grace thrust her pelvis upward that the length of 
Al's cock could be pushed back down to her cervix. 

"Just one more time" Al panted. "Let's change positions." 

"like how?" 

"Get on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed." 

"Oh, that one." 

As Al withdrew his cock from her cunt, he stood beside the bed, his hard 
muscle perpendicular and throbbing at an up-thrust angle. Grace got on her 
hands and knees and backed to the edge of the bed, where Al caught her hips 
and steadied them in position so that he could smooth his hands down to her 
cunt and spread the lips. After fingering into her widened hole, he put his 
cockhead to it and gradually inserted it until the entire neck was within 
her. He savored the sensation of having his pole encased in that moist 
sheath. As he did, he slowly withdrew his cock until the head came to the 
opening of the cunt lips. He thrust forward again, perhaps a little faster 
than the first time. He brought it back and plunged with more force the 
third time. Now he began a steady pumping in and out as he ran his hands 
over her back and under to milk at her tits. Once he was in action, her body 
shook and wiggled in response. She pushed herself back to meet each of his 
forward strokes and pulled from him as he retreated only to make the next 
coming together even more forceful. 

Their pumping accelerated as he caressed her back and legs, her tits and 
belly, plunging his piston in and out of her oozing cunt. His hands groped 
all over her body, now faster and more frantic as his hip action increased 
in speed. 

Grace was writhing with ecstatic delight, flopping and jerking with his 
movement and matching his tempo. Their bodies were liquid and made popping 
noises when they snapped together or apart. She could tell by his jerky 
lurches that he was on the verge of eruption as she, too, felt the tingling 
sensation of climax glowing hotly urgent through her. In a moment his 
spastic jolts and the liquid invasion she felt caused her to explode to meet 
his force. 

As his cock grew limp, Grace flattened forward on the bed, dislodging that 
muscle. Al fell on top of her, surrounding her with his arm. He held her 
close for several minutes, petting her and bringing her down. 

Ray almost shot his load when the Porters did, but he was distracted by 
approaching footsteps, the clicking of high heels. He quickly replaced his 
cock within his trousers and pushed tightly against the wall to avoid 
detection away from the light shining from the Porters' window. Although he 
could not see their faces, he was certain that the two women that passed 
were the twins, Lila Travis and Lola Kray. He held his breath until he was 
certain they had gone into their cabins. Finding the coast clear, Ray moved 
stealthily from between the cabins and hastened toward his own. 

Sarah had left a light burning, but she was in one of the twin beds, lying 
on her side, her night shades over her eyes. Ray tiptoed in, looked around, 
then whispered, "Oh, Sarah baby, I have a little surprise for you." 

THREE 

Sarah Jackman had been sound asleep the night before-or, if not, pretended 
to be. She only wiggled her nose when her husband kissed her on the cheek. 
Seeing that she did not intend to respond to his amorous intentions, Ray 
undressed and took a long cool shower. He was used to such treatment. He lay 
awake an hour or so after he finally got into bed, as memories of Grace 
Porter returned again and again. When he did fall asleep, his dreaming was 
filled with even more erotic images of Grace. In his dreams it was not Al 
Porter she was fucking and sucking, it was himself. In his dreams, contrary 
to life, Ray Jackman was insatiable, indestructible. He was a super-sexman, 
who came and came and came. When he awakened next morning, he was a little 
exhausted from his incessant sex dreams. 

Sarah had let him sleep late, since she was off for an early round of baths 
and the full health-spa treatment. She would leave Ray to his own devices. A 
note was pushed into the corner of the bathroom mirror advising that Sarah 
had gone for a bath and suggested that Ray amuse himself as best he could. 
What does one do at a health-spa at ten-thirty in the morning to amuse 
oneself? He supposed there might be several things-a gym, perhaps, although 
he had not worked out in years. 

First off, he would pick up a newspaper and go to the restaurant for 
breakfast. Over food and several cups of coffee he could read the paper in 
leisure and perhaps think up something to amuse himself. He ducked under the 
shower to help him fully awaken. That finished, he dressed in a pair of 
yellow walking shorts and a sports shirt. Sarah had chosen this costume. He 
did not particularly like it, except that it reminded him of Al Porter's 
attire of the night before. He wore yellow socks and his suede loafers. 
Then, donning a straw hat he usually wore for golfing and his dark glasses, 
he strutted out to meet the day. His casual demeanor belied his horny 
condition which remained from the night before. 

Several bodies were splashing in the pool as he rounded it. He recognized no 
one. Sprinting toward the small restaurant, however, he was distracted by 
the appearance of Lola Kray and her twin sister. Lila. They were headed for 
the mineral baths. Ray doffed his hat. They did not seem to notice, or 
pretended not to. Undaunted, he pushed his way into the restaurant and 
picked up a newspaper before finding a table. Although his eyes scanned the 
headlines, his thoughts were on the twin sisters. Again he considered the 
possibilities of making it with two identical girls at the same time. 

Mae Maples, clad in a white bikini, came in from the massage department, 
wiping her hands on a towel. She also ran the restaurant which served only 
breakfast and lunch. Ray Jackman was the only customer that time of the 
morning. He sized up her pert figure as she approached him, then ordered. 
She told him to help himself to the coffee and juice, which were set out on 
the counter. His eyes flashed with prurient notions as he watched her 
retreat into the kitchen. He thought that just one of Mae Maples would be 
enough to keep a man busy for some time. 

He tried to concentrate on the newspaper, but for some reason he just was 
not interested in world and local news. In fact, his mind remained on the 
topic of sex and only upon that subject while his eyes blankly scrutinized 
the printed page. 

Mae served his breakfast. She had a massage to give shortly, so she left 
only after brief small talk. Again Ray surveyed her sexy movement and found 
it difficult to return his mind to his ham and eggs. 

Ray looked up when the door opened from the outside and Grace Porter pushed 
her way in. She was wearing a brief sun outfit, a mini-skirt with pants 
conspicuous beneath. The top was hardly more than a bra with straps. She 
wore a large, floppy picture hat made of the same material as the rest of 
her outfit. Her dark glasses-covered eyes scrutinized the room, swept 
briefly over Ray before she closed the door behind her and crossed to the 
counter to get coffee and juice. She took them to a table just a short 
distance from the one at which Ray was seated. She started to sit with her 
back to him, then, on a whim, she sat so that she was facing him. 

"Just juice and coffee, Mae honey," Grace called as Mae stuck her head 
through the swinging door. "I'll see if I can't work up an appetite for 
lunch." She laughed, and again swept her eyes in Ray's direction before 
looking down into her coffee cup. 

Ray watched her for several minutes, toying with his breakfast. He managed 
to eat a bite or two before he got up to refill his coffee cup. "Good 
morning, Mrs. Porter," he said politely, "I'm Ray Jackman-Mae Maples 
introduced us last night-out by the pool. Perhaps you remember?" 

Grace ran her eyes from his knees up to his face. She half smiled in 
recognition, then quickly looked back at her coffee cup. 

"More coffee?" Ray had the pot in his hand as he moved to her table. 

Again she studied him, this time from crotch up and back again, lingering at 
the latter. "Why, thank you, Mr. Jackman." 

"Ray." 

"Ray." She extended her cup. 

He stood for a moment, uncertain of what next to do, so he returned the 
coffee pot to the warmer and went back to his own table. "Lovely day, isn't 
it?" 

Grace smiled in acknowledgement and sipped from her cup. Her eyes were most 
decidedly on the man, but she liked to feel that men were pursuing her. She 
knew how to lead them on. "Yes." 

"I believe I met your husband last night," Ray said a while later. "He was 
coming from the massage room." 

"Al didn't mention-but, of course, why should he?" 

"Yes-why?" Ray cleared his throat and started to attack his ham. He said 
nothing more until he finished eating all the breakfast he cared to. Then he 
sipped at his coffee. "You come here often?" 

"Fairly often." 

"Live in Los Angeles?" 

"No, Ventura." 

"We live in Pasadena." Ray laughed. He did not feel he was doing too well. 
All he could think of was the night before of first seeing Grace in nude 
display, then later her and Al balling. He got up again to refill his coffee 
cup and held the pot to offer some to Grace. She accepted. After he returned 
the pot to the warmer, Grace said, "Why don't you join me? Not much point in 
calling across the room to each other, is there?" 

"Thank you." Ray sat. Grace readjusted herself and leaned forward on her 
elbows, for the first time looking directly into his face. As her head came 
forward, she sat so that, with no effort at all, Ray could see down into her 
halter-like top which loosely held her tits. His eyes moved from that point 
of interest up into her face. 

A sardonic smile crossed her face. "Did you enjoy the view last night, Ray." 

"Huh? The-uh-what view." 

"From outside my window." 

"Oh, that view!" 

"What other view did you think I was referring to?" Grace pursed her smiling 
lips and lowered her dark glasses. 

"I didn't realize-" 

"I could see you?" Grace laughed. "How could I miss?" 

Ray swallowed hard. He was not prepared for such a confrontation. "Well, 
Sarah and I-" 

"I was referring to the time after your wife left." 

"Oh ... then. Well, you see, Sarah doesn't like me to smoke cigars in the 
house...." 

"Come on, Ray, don't give me that." Grace ran the frames of her glasses 
along the edge of her lips. "You dug what you saw and you smoked another 
cigar as an excuse to stay out and see more, didn't you?" 

"Well-uh-as a matter-of-fact, I guess I did." 

"So? What's to be ashamed of? Pretty normal for a male to wanta get a load 
of broad's body-naked and twitching to be-well, fucked." 

"Fucked?" 

Grace watched over the rim of her coffee cup as she drank and saw that he 
was squirming. "So I rode the bedpost. When you've got an itch that makes to 
twitch, well, any kind of a big, long, round thing comes in handy to scratch 
it." 

Ray blushed with embarrassment. He had never known such an outspoken woman. 
"Well, you see-uh-that is-" 

"Tell you what, Ray, I dig older men." Grace smiled and reached over to 
stroke the back of his hand. "Al isn't all that old, you know, so even after 
we make it-well, you understand, don't you? I just like older men to be 
completely satisfied." 

"You mean you do it with guys other than your husband?" 

"Are you being naive?" Grace squeezed his hand. "I'm propositioning you, if 
you haven't noticed." 

"You are?" 

"Funny thing about guys your age-guess it's because they're married to old 
scarecrows-but they seem to figure that young chicks don't turn on to them." 
She ran her fingers up his hairy forearm. "No wonder there's a generation 
gap. I guess we young chicks scare you older guys away." 

"I'm-uh-I'm not scared." Ray swallowed hard, and tried to cross his legs for 
fear that the rising of his cock would become obvious. 

"Oh, no?" Grace wet her lips and lightly pulled her index finger down the 
length of his forearm, over his hand and down his middle finger. She put her 
finger under that finger and snapped it up, letting it fall hard against the 
table. "My husband's off on his own fun and games till sometime this 
afternoon. There's not an awfully lot to do around here, unless you take the 
baths and stuff." 

"I don't know-" 

"What happened last night? After you watched Al and me making it-oh yeah, I 
saw you standing outside our window ... kinda turned me on-what did you do, 
go screw your wife all night?" 

"Well, no-she-she was asleep." Ray felt his face must be crimson. 
"And-she-well, she was gone this morning when I got up." 

"Crazy! So you must have quite a cockful to get rid of." Grace giggled and 
jiggled her breasts. 

Words failed Ray. His mouth dangled open. Grace removed her hand from the 
table and put it beneath so that she could clutch her fingers into his knee. 
Ray's eyes widened. "Come on, Daddy-o, let's you and me have a little 
morning workout." 

Ray rattled his cup as he put it back on his saucer. He got up and went to 
the other table to get his hat and glasses. He put the glasses on as if 
thinking to disguise himself from anyone who might see him leaving the 
restaurant with Grace Porter or going into her cabin. He waited until they 
got outside before he put on his hat. 

"You should have stuck around last night," Grace all but sang as they 
sauntered past the pool. "The second and third times with Al and me are the 
wildest. The first time's just sort of a warm-up period." 

"More than once?" Ray managed to mumble. He kept his head straight forward, 
but his eyes moved from side to side. He was certain that a thousand eyes 
were watching them. 

"More than once? Is that your scene?" Grace laughed and put her arm in Ray's 
elbow. "We might as well forget it if you can't make it more than once-I 
mean, like at least twice." 

Fear filled Ray. "Oh, well I'm sure I can-it's just that-well, I don't get 
the chance very often." 

"Well, you'll get it this morning, Daddy-I mean, like at least twice." 

Ray had second thoughts as he watched Grace put her key in the door lock. He 
had been a man of challenge all his life, being in business for himself he 
had to be. With determination, he decided to accept this challenge. Who 
knows maybe that was exactly what he needed! He lagged only a second on the 
welcome mat before entering the Porter's cabin. However, he turned with a 
start as Grace closed the door behind him and bolted it. He chuckled 
uneasily and rubbed his sweaty palms on his shorts. 

"Nice place you have here." He moved self-consciously away from where she 
was standing. 

Grace leaned against the door and surveyed him. She moved only her eyes over 
his body, making him feel uneasy. Finally she said, "As you saw last night, 
I dig being the aggressive one. How's that fit your libido?" 

"Huh?" Ray backed up against a table. 

"Let me put it this way," Grace smiled as she stepped from against the door, 
"I dig-you know-undressing the guy, like I was raping him. I know that's 
supposed to be the man's role, but you can tell I'm not too timid. In fact, 
I opened the draperies on purpose last night so that you could watch me 
getting undressed. And I know you saw me undressing Al." She crossed to 
directly before him, so that she could outline his jaw with her index 
finger. "How's your wife?" 

"She's pretty good-just her arthritis." 

"I mean at sex. Is she a good fuck?" She ran her hand from his jaw down his 
neck and into the open area above his shirt buttons. "How's she at 
cocksucking? Or does she go that route?" 

"Well, she's a little on the religious side-" Ray felt that he was pushing 
himself further back against the table. 

Grace laughed. "I suck cock religiously. So what does that have to do with 
religion?" 

"Well, as a matter-of-fact-" Before he could complete what he was about to 
say, Grace clamped her hand over his crotch, curling her fingers about it 
and under his balls. 

"Nice hunk of meat you've got there. Still a little soft, but we can take 
care of that in short time." One hand began unfastening his shirt buttons, 
while the other worked up and down over his cock. It took little 
encouragement before it began to swell. "Guess maybe I dig older men because 
they really appreciate getting a nice young chick to fuck. Right?" 

Ray stood petrified as he watched her undo the last button on his shirt. 
Then she put both hands, palms down, on his belly and ran them up to his 
chest, squeezed at his pectoral muscles and moved up to his shoulders to 
ease his shirt from his shoulders. As she ran her hands over his back in 
bringing the shirt down his arms, she pushed her belly to his and thrust her 
pelvis toward his cock. As the shirt fell from his dangling arms, Grace 
wrapped her arms around his upper body and put her mouth on his, her lips 
wide apart. Ray was slow to react to her open mouth above his, but he opened 
his mouth as her tongue washed at his lips. When his tongue did not come out 
to meet hers, she thrust her tongue full into his mouth, the invasion of 
which caused even more excitement to charge through him. Her hands began 
kneading his flesh, running from the top of his back to his waist and down 
below to grip the cheeks of his ass. Ray jerked as she pinched his butt, his 
now hard cock, though still in his shorts, pushed against her lower torso 
which she wiggled around in response. 

She put her hands on his hips at the waist of his shorts and brought them 
around front where she found the belt buckle and the top snap. Withdrawing 
her tongue from his mouth, she sucked in, trying to draw his tongue into her 
mouth. He was slow to grasp what she wanted, since French kissing was not a 
sport he and Sarah indulged in. However, once his tongue was in her liquid 
cavern and was met by her tongue, he seemed instinctively to know what to 
do. He plunged his tongue in and she sucked it in further. At the same time, 
she found the zipper to his fly and, with a jerk, she tugged it down and 
pushed the shorts from around his hips. They fell to the floor. 

Grace stood back and looked at him. He stepped out of his walking shorts. 
"Take off your shoes and socks," she commanded as she removed her hat and 
glasses. She put them on the other side of the room so that she could come 
back toward him with an appraising glance. 

Ray kicked off his shoes and bent forward to slip off first one sock and 
then the other. He stood back up self-conscious of his hard cock protruding 
beneath his jockey shorts. When Grace crossed back to him, she put her hand 
to his shorts to stroke his cock, first from outside, then pulled open the 
elastic band and reached down to get a good feel of the slick skin. She 
worked it back and forth. Stepping back, but still petting his cock, Grace 
undulated her body. 

"Well, Daddy-o, how does that feel." 

"G-Great." 

"Sc why don't you get a feel of me?" She laughed. "You don't make it with 
other women, much, do you?" 

"No, not really." 

"You just do a lot of looking and dreaming, huh?" 

"You might say that." 

"That's not as much fun as doing it." She caught him by the wrist and raised 
his hand to her tit. "How's that feel to you, Daddy-boy?" 

"Uh-huh." His eyes were glassy as he barely moved his fingers to get a 
better feel. "Yeah, that feels good." 

"Take my bra off me so you can get a good feel." 

"You mean--? " He seemed even more embarrassed. 

"Just reach your hands around me and untie the string, Daddy-o." She put her 
arms around him once again as he put his around her. Then, as he fumbled to 
find the knot, she put her mouth to his again. He was all thumbs and found 
it difficult to concentrate on either extending his tongue into her mouth or 
untying her bra string. Finally, withdrawing his tongue from her mouth, 
after having forced it in as far as he could, he felt the knot give way and 
the two pieces of string come unloose. With a quick push away, Grace 
disengaged her hold and stood about two feet from him. The bra dangled from 
Ray's hand. He looked from it to Grace's two well-formed and heavy tits. Up 
close, they seemed bigger than they had from a distance the night before. 
She slid her hands up either side of her body and caught the fleshy breasts 
from the underside, holding them as if on display for Ray to see. As she 
held them, looking down from them, then up at him, she extended her two 
index fingers to move around the saucers of nipples and into the tips. Then 
she reached down and touched the end of each of her index fingers with her 
tongue and applied the moist ends to the tips of her nipples. 

"Well, what do you think, big boy?" 

"You're quite some-wow!" 

"Don't you wanta cop a feel?" She pulled her tits forward as far as they 
would go. 

Ray thought he was knowledgeable of the ways of women. He had read a lot of 
articles, a lot of magazines. He even had had some pretty way-out dreams 
about what he would do if he were ever in such a position with a sexy broad 
like this, but all his information and even the lascivious dreams left him 
at that moment. He was like a boy on the first time he had ever encountered 
a naked girl-intrigued, fascinated, but uncertain and shy. He inched toward 
her, his hands trembling as he slowly raised them to her breast level. She 
carefully lifted first one tit into his hand and then the other into the 
other hand. He held them like a merchant comparing sizes of melons, just 
barely coming in contact with them for fear he might bruise them. 

While he was working up courage to get a substantial feel, Grace put her 
hands to her waist and unfastened the catch holding the skirt to her 
panties. She whipped that aside. Then she put her hands back to her tits and 
removed them from Ray's hands. 

"Take off my panties," Grace commanded as she held her breasts for him. 

"Well-I-ah-The expression in her eyes was so demanding that Ray proceeded to 
do as he was told. He slid his hands from her tits to her waist. Again he 
had to work up courage to put them beneath the waistband. Once they were 
under, he made certain only to slip the outer shorts down and not the lacy 
panties beneath. Perspiration broke out on his forehead as he scooted her 
shorts over her thighs. He crouched into a squatting position as he peeled 
them down to her ankles. Looking up into the crotch of her lacy panties, he 
began to tremble all over. He held the shorts for her to step out of. She 
was not wearing hose. He started to teeter and lose his balance, and quickly 
grabbed onto her legs. 

"That's more like it, Daddy-boy. Get a little rough, you can't hurt me." 
Grace laughed, looked down at his upturned face, then licked her tongue from 
the nipple of one breast to the other. 

Ray clutched to her thighs to give himself a boost up. His hand gripped into 
the left cheek of her buttocks before he once again regained his balance. He 
smiled sheepishly as he watched her licking at her nipples. She released her 
hold on one of the tits, and put the hand that was holding it to the back of 
Ray's neck, pulling his head forward and, at the same time, guiding the tit 
she was holding toward his mouth. One taste of the nipple and his excitement 
was unobtainable. Now that he had been permitted to touch that member which 
he had so eagerly admired, Ray knew precisely what to do. He licked his 
tongue about the saucer of the nipple and over the tip. Grace squealed and 
twisted her shoulders as though she intended to ram the entire tit down his 
throat. And, as she did, she rubbed her hands down the skin of his torso, 
pinching at his nipples and scratching her nails into his flesh. His body 
was not taut and hard like Al's, it had a lived-in quality. Perhaps, 
subconsciously, she felt that he was old enough to really appreciate sex 
more than younger guys did who had it so readily available to them and took 
it for granted. She was giving Ray a treat, she thought, and that really 
turned her on. 

Now her fingers slipped under the elastic of his jockey shorts and slipped 
around from the sides to the back, so that she could squeeze the bare cheeks 
of his buttocks in her hands. She rounded them and milked at them as though 
they were two enormous tits, except that they were hair-studded. When her 
fingers played into the crack of his ass, they smoothed over the hairy 
ridge, more coarse than the light fuzz that covered the cheeks. She even 
reached further around and under to run the length of his crack down so that 
her fingernails could barely touch his balls. By then Ray was sucking at her 
nipple with a fury while his hand played with her other breast. 

Grace pulled her tit from his mouth as she scooted her hands under his 
shorts to peel them off, and left him standing while she squatted to roll 
them down his legs. Once the shorts cleared his cock and it snapped forward 
to attention, she held her face so she could see its glistening head while 
her hands moved his shorts down for him to step out of. He had a bit of 
difficulty clearing his feet from his shorts. He lost his balance and fell 
slightly forward before he was able to catch his balance. In so doing, his 
cock gouged at her cheek and she turned her face so that her lips and tongue 
could touch the neck of it, running from midneck to the base and back the 
other way to the head, where she opened her mouth wide to measure the head 
between her lips. She clamped her mouth around the knob for just a moment 
and ran her tongue once over it, before she opened her mouth wider and let 
his cock slip out. She was immediately back to her feet. 

In her high heels and with a little stretching, Grace was able to pull her 
tits so that her nipples could rub against his. As the excitement seemed to 
slither from one set of nipples to the other and back again, Ray's cock 
gouged its slippery head over her lower belly. 

"If you'd take my panties off of me, Daddy-o, you'd find a place to park 
that big cock of yours." Although Ray's penis was of average size, she like 
to tell men that they had big cocks because she thought it bolstered their 
egos. "Go on, slip your hands under my panties and scoot them down my legs." 

Ray did as he was told, but once his hands were beneath the panties, he let 
them move around to her rear end as she had done with his. He squeezed the 
flesh of her ass in his hands and parted the cheeks so that he could run a 
finger over her anus and down below until he got just to the edge of cunt. 
Now he stretched both arms around her so that he could dig his fingers in 
between and under the cheeks of her ass, feeling the wet surface of her cunt 
lips with his fingers. He buried his face between her tits and moved his 
head from side to side. Then, drawing a line with the end of his nose from 
between her tits to her belly button, he eased her panties down her thighs. 
Using his nose in her navel to steady himself, he got into a crouching 
position before her as he peeled her panties the rest of the way down to the 
floor. By then his nose had slipped from her navel over the roundness of her 
lower tummy and into her pubic hair, his mouth stationed so his lips crossed 
the lips of her cunt. Recalling how Al had kissed into her pussy the night 
before, Ray allowed his lips to part. He barely protruded his tongue, the 
taste of it against the wetness of her cunt lips sent slithers of sensation 
through him. Grace reached her hands down, played her fingers into his 
sparse crop of hair, and wiggled them down to his ears, where, like holding 
a sugar bowl by both handles, she grasped onto his ears and guided his face 
deeper into her snatch. "Lick in, Daddy-boy! Get a good taste of that 
beautiful fucker of mine!" 

With that encouragement, Ray permitted his tongue to extend further until it 
licked in between her cunt lips, his nose propped against her clitoris. He 
wrinkled it and moved his head from side to side as if to wind his nose 
further into that hardening trigger. Because he was so wobbly on his 
haunches, Ray got onto his knees. He skimmed his hands up her legs until he 
squeezed them into the cheeks of her butt and around her thighs so that he 
could use his fingers to pull the lips of her cunt back so that he could get 
a better view of his goal. With the outer layer of lips stretched aside, he 
licked the tip of his tongue into the furrow of pink moistness, up from 
below and around her clitoris, before lapping down into the other side. 
Manipulating her cunt lips with his fingers, he was able to make enough 
room, first on one side and then the other, so that he could flatten his 
tongue into it. Then, turning his head to the side, he could put the lips of 
his mouth beneath the outer labia and run his tongue along the opening of 
the inner labia, his lips buried between her cunt lips. Slowly he protruded 
his tongue so that it could begin to penetrate into the opening. Once the 
tip was inside, he held it steady and sucked in with his mouth so that her 
cunt lips were drawn in between his lips, opening the entrance to her vagina 
wider so that his tongue could plunge in deeper. 

Not really adept at that technique of cunt-lapping, but putting into 
practice a dream which he had long held, Ray penetrated his tongue as far as 
he could and licked at the cunt walls as if he intended to clean them of all 
their oozy juice. 

By then Grace was writhing and jolting her body with electric, uncontainable 
excitement. Her hips undulated until, with the tingling sensation of Ray's 
tongue in her snatch, she bumped them forward and then way back so that his 
mouth was torn from her pubic area. He lunged his head forward so that he 
could once again lick in, but she pulled away, bent forward and grabbed hold 
of his ears again. 

"Stand up, Daddy-o, that hot tongue of yours is going to have me triggered 
off in no time, and I haven't even had a taste of your beautiful cock." Her 
voice was coaxing, intriguing. She pulled him to his feet, but before he was 
in a complete standing position, she thrust her hips forward to catch his 
waving cock between her thighs, letting the top side of the neck of it push 
up against her pussy and run through so that the cockhead was between the 
cheeks of her ass, puncturing at her ass-hole. "Ooo, what a monstrous big 
rod you've got there, Daddy-boy-big and bad and beautiful and all hot for a 
good fucking, huh, Daddy-boy? Ooo. it feels so wonderful slipping between my 
wet cunt lips-doesn't it, Daddy-boy? Oooo, don't say anything, just kiss me! 
I want your tongue stuck all the way down my throat, like your cock is going 
to be in a few minutes. That's what you want, isn't it, Daddy-boy?" 

Before he could speak she had her big lips parted and lunging toward his. He 
met hers with equal force and his tongue immediately pierced between both 
their lips and into her sucking mouth. Her tongue wound briefly around his, 
but curled and made a channel through which his could slide as it slipped 
into her throat. She sucked on his tongue like it was the fullness of his 
cock. She acted as if she didn't intend to let it go until it erupted come 
into her. At the same time she twisted and flopped her chest against his 
with such force that she nearly knocked him off balance and, at last, 
jostled him so that his cock slipped out from between her thighs. He jabbed 
his liquid cockhead aimlessly at her lower torso and she grabbed hold of it 
as if she were going to drive it back into place, if not between her thighs, 
right up into her juicy snatch. Instead she gripped her hand tightly about 
the neck of it and jerked it several times. It was spitting lubricating 
fluid which she smeared with the tip of her index finger about the head of 
it. Then she released the mighty suctioning action of her mouth on his 
tongue so that it slipped out between her lips, sore and aching from all her 
sucking on it. 

"You're going to fall flat on your ass, Daddy-o, if you don't get down on 
something solid. Let's go into the bedroom." She all but pulled him in that 
direction, by the cock. 

"The draperies--? " he asked as he recalled the bedroom from the night 
before. 

"They're pulled. I don't want an audience till I'm sure you're a 
well-trained performer." 

"I don't want an audience period." A vision of Sarah Jackman flashed into 
Ray's mind. AH he would need is to have Sarah find him with another woman. 
Although his wife was not highly sex-oriented, she was possessive to a 
demanding degree. Her sense of the religious, fundamental and superstitious, 
made monogamy a must in her way of thinking. He wished the vision of his 
wife had not come to his mind, now he felt a little guilty for being there 
naked with Grace Porter. Oh, to hell with it, he thought as Grace's grip 
around his cock sent more fire up his body than he had known in a long time. 
Nonetheless, he checked to make certain that not only were the draperies 
tightly pulled, but that the window on the side, from where he had watched 
the fucking show the night before, was closed and the blind drawn. 

"Are you a fast comer?" Grace asked as she crawled onto the bed beside him 
and sat to draw finger lines down his torso, circling his navel and making a 
figure eight around his nipples. 

"Well, Sarah-that is, my wife, doesn't take long. She-likes to get it over 
with fast." 

"Poor man." She squeezed his right nipple. 

"Then if you're programmed to come real fast, I guess we better devise a few 
little gimmicks to hold you back-I mean, I like the long, lingering kind of 
sex. So anytime you feel like you're ready to pop before I am, you scream 
out and we'll let it subside a little." She curled her hand again around his 
cock and stretched two fingers to lightly stroke his balls. "Okay?" 

"Whatever you say-if I can." 

"You can, Daddy-boy, because you're going on a wild sex trip that you'll 
never forget." She giggled and leaned forward so that her tits could caress 
his skin. That stimulation caused her body to jerk in several different 
directions. She lowered her face and wound her tongue over his pectoral 
muscles, lapping cat-like at his nipples and sucking the tender flesh into 
her mouth. Her hand, in the meantime, groped at his cock and balls, making 
certain that the rod was good and hard and the balls were tingling. Keeping 
her grip about his cock, she continued her lapping tongue movement from one 
nipple to the other, her own tits lightly dragging over his skin. Now her 
mouth moved from his chest to his upper abdomen. There was no muscle 
definition for her to follow, so she sucked in mouthfuls of flesh and licked 
down to his navel. Once at that hairy pit, she twisted her tongue around the 
fuzzy exterior of the navel rim, then washed in with the tiny tip of her 
tongue until she outlined the knotted chord which had once been umbilical. 
The tongue tip pressed in between the tiny rolls of knotted flesh, finding 
pieces of lint and winding back out until she toured the rim of his belly 
button. Now, widening the circle of licking tongue, she washed around the 
softness of his hair-studded belly, aiming the concentration of her tongue 
toward his pubic area where the graying hair bushed in curly profusion. 
Although bits of hair periodically came loose and interrupted her tonguing, 
she continued her mouth action with a ravenous slurping, moistening every 
inch of torso and upper-thigh skin without directly touching either his cock 
or his balls. The torture was delicious and he rolled from side to side as 
with a mounting of ever-increasing pain throughout his entire body. He 
lurched his hips upward with the tickling of her tongue on his inner thighs, 
as if he thought he could find a hole in which to thrust his glistening hard 
cock. 

Grace altered her position, putting her knees between his legs, down below 
his knees so that she was facing his crotch. Then she traced her tongue up 
one of his thighs, over his hip and to his navel, catching his throbbing 
cock between the cleavage of her fleshy tits. She pressed her chest down so 
that she could feel the full rigidity between her sensitive boobs, her 
nipples tight against his thighs so they would be stimulated by his 
undulating pelvis. Again she pierced his navel with her tongue as she 
dragged her fingers from his shoulders to his chest, where she fondled his 
nipples before bringing them further down his sides to catch either side of 
her breasts and push them against his cock. 

Holding her tits in her hands, she guided them so that the nipples could 
move over his cock, around the head and line down the neck. The touch of her 
nipples against the slick skin of his cock made her entire body throb in 
anticipation. Then, as she traced her tits down his thighs, she lowered her 
mouth to the knob of his cock, and turned her head so that the bulge on the 
underside of the cockneck could be caught between her lips. She ran her 
mouth all the way down that bulge, back up and down again, at last kissing 
into his scrotum, first with her lips then her tongue. She held the cock 
with her hand while she worked his balls into the liquid cavern of her 
mouth, finally taking them both at once and sucking on them while her tongue 
rounded them again and again. 

Then she lifted his balls with her hand so that she could burrow her mouth 
under his scrotum and between his thighs, lapping her tongue down toward his 
ass-hole. Ray lurched and jerked spastically with her tongue in that 
sensitive area. He moaned and grunted with the invasion of delightful pain. 
Where did the ecstasy begin and the pain leave off? He had no notion, he 
only knew that he was completely absorbed in the enjoyment of the moment. 
God, she was good! 

Grace licked up his thighs, going from one to the other, always coming very 
near his crotch but never quite touching it, until he was flopping and 
squirming. Once again she clamped her hand onto his flailing cock as her 
tongue explored up his balls and between his thighs and crotch. Steadying 
his cock by the head of it, she ran her tongue up from his balls to just 
under the head. She made a series of licking upward movements over his cock 
as if she were coaxing the sperm with her tongue. Finally she clenched her 
fist about the neck of his cock and moved her mouth to the head. Her other 
hand ran up and down his thighs to his belly and even to his chest while she 
seemed to be contemplating his cock. He could feel her warm breath on it, 
saw her protrude her tongue just above it. He lurched upward so that his 
shiny cockhead could touch against the tip of his tongue. 

Grace moved her tongue in little circles as she drilled the point of it down 
toward the opening of his cock. The soft wetness of the tip of her tongue 
thrilled him with jolting spasms. Although he tried bouncing up and down as 
if to force her to take more and more of his cock, she managed to hold it so 
that she slowly moved her tongue over it, stimulating it little by little 
until the whole knob was red and glistening, and lubricating fluid oozed 
from the mouth of it. Now she put the roundness of her lips over the 
cockhead, engulfing the entire mushroom between her lips and into her mouth 
so that her tongue could continue its systematic exploration. 

Ray bucked uncontrollably as sensation after sensation catapulted through 
him. 

"Take it all! Take it all!" he begged, and lurched so that he could feel the 
mushroom push hard against the roof of her mouth. 

Without warning, Grace quickly lowered her mouth over the full length of his 
cock so that the head of it was in her throat, pressing against the tight 
cords therein. Her lips sucked at the root of his joint, while her extended 
tongue lapped and circled around the cockneck. Ray whimpered and sighed and 
thrust his body in such a way that she was certain he was going to erupt at 
any moment. She widened her mouth so that only the underside of his cock 
slid along the furrow of her tongue as she lifted her head from his crotch. 

"Don't stop! Oh, please don't stop! I was just about to come!" Ray all but 
shouted. 

"I know. That's why I stopped." Grace looked from his face to his cock where 
a trickle of premature come had oozed out. She put her tongue to it and 
licked it off. "Take it easy, Daddy-o, and we'll make this thing really 
last, until, by the time you do come, you'll feel like your whole guts are 
erupting into me." 

Ray was whimpering. He had come so close to shooting his load that his body 
was trembling. It had been years since he had so restrained himself; with 
Sarah it was not necessary. But he realized if he wanted this game to 
continue with Grace, that he had to control himself. 

Aware that the presence of her body next to his was only making it difficult 
for him, Grace got off the bed and ambled toward the dresser. She watched 
him in the mirror. He was staring at her, his tongue wiggling in the corner 
of his mouth. She let him look for several minutes while she pretended to 
brush her hair. 

Ray's cock was still hard when Grace finally turned away from the mirror and 
went back to the bed. She eyed his meat with her usual interest, but flopped 
onto her back beside him, not quite touching him. 

"Better?" 

Ray half chuckled. "Don't know. Still hot as hell!" 

"I can tell. So am I. But I don't go for the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am 
scene." She wet her lips. "It's hardly worth getting undressed for unless it 
lasts for a while." 

"Yeah, I see what you mean." 

"Do you?" She turned and studied his face. "Okay, I'll tell you what. I 
wanta come twice, one right after the other the first time." 

"Twice the first time?" Ray sat up on his elbow. He was intrigued. His eyes 
kept moving from her face to her breasts, down her body, and back up to her 
face. 

"Yeah. Go ahead, you can touch me." Grace wiggled so that her body was 
facing his. "Play with my tits, wherever." 

Ray put his hand to her thigh, rightly dragged his fingers up, touching her 
pussy in passing as he moved his hand over her belly and up to caress her 
breasts. "How--? " He cleared his throat. "How-I mean-twice?" 

"Start by eating out my snatch until I shoot," she said as she reached to 
guide his hand over her tits. "Then right after I hit a nice juicy, rolling 
climax, I want you to drive that hard pecker of yours up my cunt and fuck 
the holy hell out of me until you pop your load and make me cream again." 
She moved his hand down her body until she stopped it at her crotch, placing 
it so that his middle finger could dig into the wet cunt lips while his 
thumb gave her clitoris a working over. "Then, if you're real good, 
Daddy-boy, I'll suck the cunt juice off your cock and make you come a second 
time." 

"Don't know whether I can-" 

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Now get a good feel of that puss 
and suck on my tits for a while. Okay?" 

Ray gouged his fingers into her cunt as far as he could as he bent his head 
over her right tit and began licking his tongue around it. Once he was 
wiggling his fingers in where she wanted them to be, she released her hold 
on his hand and lay back, controlling the urge to scratch her nails into his 
body. 

Ray swung his leg over her hips so that he could be in better position to 
lap at her tits. He sucked in as much of her tit as he could while the other 
tit was being milked by his hand. All that stimulation set her body into 
fitful motion and twice he lost his mouth hold on her breast. 

His tongue washed with a fury from one tit to the other. He buried his nose 
in between the two orbs and shook his head, making the fleshy tits jiggle 
against his cheeks. Then he circled his mouth again around the saucers of 
her nipples, until he found the tip and sucked the entire thing into her 
mouth. He had scooted his body down, so that, where at first his cock was 
riding the slit of her cunt with the cockhead spearing into her belly and 
pubic hair, now he was low enough that the head burrowed in between the cunt 
lips and over the clitoris. 

Grace, by then, was clawing at his back, over his arms, pinching and 
screaming, panting and squealing. He started to reach his hand down to 
separate her cunt lips so that he could thrust his cock up her vagina, but 
she restrained him. It was alright to play his fingers up into her snatch, 
but she was afraid if he stuck his cock up there that he would come before 
she had all the fun she wanted. 

She scratched from the cheeks of his ass all the way up his back until she 
got a firm hold on his shoulders. Using all her strength, she pushed on his 
shoulders until his mouth snapped from her tit and he began lining her belly 
with his tongue. However, he clutched both of her breasts with his hands as 
he slowly mopped his way into her navel and down to her lower belly. He 
snagged his lower lip on her clitoris and dipped his tongue down to further 
stimulate that sensitive spot into hardness. Groping and pulling violently 
at her tits, his cock probing at her legs, Ray put his mouth over her cunt 
lips. Certain he was down there to stay, Grace removed her hands from his 
shoulders and slipped them to her crotch to pull her cunt lips apart. He 
drove his tongue into her vagina and wiggled it back and forth, his face 
liquid with cunt juice. 

At last he took his hands from her tits, slid them down her body and worked 
his arms under her thighs and knees so that he could push them forward, 
further spreading her cunt and exposing her ass-hole. As he penetrated his 
tongue into its fullest length, he lifted her pelvis higher and scooted up 
onto his knees. He raised her higher and higher, working his legs beneath 
and pushing his torso against her back until she was perched only on her 
shoulders, the hardness of his cock poking into her spine. 

Now he licked his tongue to her ass-hole, around and back to her slimy cunt, 
spreading the cunt lips with his hands as she used hers to clutch at his 
thighs and milk at her tits. He turned his head from side to side, his nose 
buried in her clitoris, his fingers pulling the lips as far back as they 
would go and digging into the walls of her vagina. He pushed his head in 
further until the tip of his tongue touched her cervix. 

"Oh, my Christ!" Grace screamed, her words partly garbled with excitement. 
"Where the hell did you learn to do that? Oooo-Oh, my God-Ge-zuzzzzz! 
Daddy-boy, you can eat me out all-Ooooooooo-eat me out all day and all-Oh! 
Oh! Ooooooooooooo!-all night!" 

Ray dug the tips of his fingers deeper into the slippery membranes of her 
vaginal walls, his lips buried in their liquid, his tongue lapping in, fully 
scouring her quivering cunt. She reached beneath her to find his cock, but 
he was in command now, and so managed to move his body that his cock eluded 
her. That made her roll and flop even more spastically, as if she had to 
have hold of that hard meat before she could be triggered into a juicy 
climax. Occasionally he would let the head of it barely touch her hands, 
until she finally threw one leg over his head. He did not lose his tongue 
hold on her cunt and twisted with her. 

Finally, however, her flopping and jerking became so intense that she pulled 
his tongue from her hole and somehow managed to flip herself so that she was 
backside up. She twisted her head in the pillow and lurched her hips upward 
into his face. He managed to get his shoulders under her thighs as he put 
his tongue back to her cunt. His arms were wrapped around her hips, 
spreading her cunt lips as he lifted her higher. She had to support herself 
on her elbows, and in so doing was able to maneuver her head in position so 
that she could see his throbbing cock between her shoulders. When she tried 
to reach for it, she fell off balance and had to content herself with just 
admiring it as Ray ate deeper and deeper into her snatch. 

Grace was able, however, to milk at her tits. The combined sensation of 
stimulating her nipples and watching his cock so excited her that her body 
tossed from side to side, her legs locked about his head. His tongue was 
moving faster and faster, his fingers also manipulating her clitoris until 
she was writhing and rolling in a sea of absolute passion. 

"Now! Oh, my God, NOW! NOW!! NOW!! ! " She jerked and flopped, squealed and 
groaned. She was breathing so spastically and jolting her body so, that Ray 
was hardly able to maintain his hold. The electric tingle of climax shot 
through her, flooding her cunt and exploding every nerve end in her body. 
The force of her eruption was so great that she threw Ray onto his side and 
both of them rolled in the bedding as she grabbed for his cock, clinging to 
it for all she was worth. 

Grace's breathing had hardly subsided and she was sucking on her finger, 
occasionally biting into it, when she jerked her pelvis away from Ray's 
face. "Fuck me, damn it, fuck me!" She took hold of his cock and jacked it 
back and forth a couple of times to make certain that it was good and hard. 
She ooohed and ahed, squealed and moaned at the feel of his cock. "Come on, 
Daddy-boy, shove that great big hunk of meat all the way up my twat. Fuck 
the holy bejesus outa me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! ! " 

With an invitation like that, how could he refuse? He crawled to his knees 
and she rolled over onto her stomach in front of him, raising her pelvis and 
getting onto her knees. Ray scooted up to just behind her and reached to her 
hips and down to find the opening of her cunt. Sarah had never wanted to 
fuck dog style, so he had always contented himself with the usual position. 
But he had always dreamed of doing it this way. He spread her cunt lips and 
guided his cockhead to its mark. Once the knob was between her wet lips, he 
slowly submerged the neck of his cock in until he felt the head push against 
her cervix. 

"How do you like it, baby?" he called as he began a pumping action. 

"Great! Great!! " she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me!! Oh, Daddy, Fuck me!! ! " 

He ran his hands up over her body and under to find her tits. Then, once 
securely holding on to them, doubled over in that position, he accelerated 
his hip action, lunging the spear of his cock in and out of her shaft faster 
and faster, as the energy of climax tingled within him. 

He rode like he was taming a bronco. She was jerking so spastically and 
flopping about with such passion, that several times he was afraid that she 
would disconnect him from his thrusting position. But he was able to ride it 
out as the thunder of ejaculation began rumbling through every atom of his 
body. Still faster! They were riding with a fury, he clutching at her 
breasts as though he were about to pull them from her body, and she 
squealing and screaming as once again that tingle of climax crawled up her 
innermost parts. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!! " Ray warned. 

"Come ahead!" she replied. "Fill my hot cunt with a cockload of come! Shoot 
me! Shoot me!! I'm-ahhhhh-ooooooooo!-Oh, ChristOh, Daddy-boy!! Now! NOW!! 
NOW.'! ! Explode!" 

The sensation propelled through Ray with such force that he practically saw 
stars as the semen lunged from his testicles and poured out through his cock 
in flaming amounts. Once Grace felt the thrust of that pudding, her juices 
again exploded and the two rolled and throbbed as convulsion after 
convulsion of climactic vibrations trembled through them and they fell at 
last in panting sighs and sobs. 

The panting and spastic trembles of reaction lasted for several minutes. 
Although they were both rolled over onto their sides, Ray's cock was still 
within her cunt. The stiffness was slow to leave and, although it went 
partially limp, it never quite lost all of its tension. He caressed Grace 
and wondered at the deep sobs that seemed to choke up from her bowels, but 
assumed that it was merely the result of such an intense workout. Still 
sensing the pounding of his pulse, Ray reached to stroke Grace's breast, his 
lips kissed at her back. He hoped she was satisfied and did not want to go 
any more for a while. He was spent. As she slowly began to withdraw his cock 
from her vagina, she wiggled back toward him as if wanting to keep it there. 
When he managed to get about an inch of it out, she put her hand around back 
of her and clasped it onto his butt as if to hold him in place. 

"Going somewhere?" Her voice, mingled with occasional gasps, was honeyed. 

"Haven't you had enough?" 

"Are you kidding?" She wiggled her ass up against his lower belly as if 
attempting to suction his cock back fully inside of her 

"Well, I don't think it will get hard again-not so soon." Ray felt uneasy. 

"It will, Daddy-boy. Just let me catch my breath and I'll get busy on it and 
have it back in action in no time." 

Ray had never met such a person as Grace, Here she had just come twice and 
was now contemplating a third time. He wished that he had held back and only 
pretended to ejaculate. As he was contemplating this, Grace began a slow 
pumping back and forth against his pubic area. His cock was moving in and 
out of her liquid vagina, that slight bit of tension increasing as she did 
until he was aware that his cock was getting hard. He found himself moving 
in response to her. The sensation of having his cock get hard while already 
penetrated into a cunt fascinated him and new chills of excitement began 
charging through his body. 

Once Ray's cock was sufficiently hard and Grace felt it growing tighter 
within her, she eased her pelvis forward, withdrawing the cock from her 
shaft until only the knob of it remained within her. Suddenly she lunged 
back, again fully impaled by it. She did this twice, and on the third time 
she jerked forward with such force that she completely dislodged it. Moving 
so that she could turn her body to face him, she laughed as she caught his 
cock in her hand. 

"Who said that great big beautiful thing wouldn't get hard again?" She 
skinned it back, held it tight with her hand at the root, so that the head 
seemed bigger than usual with a glistening shine. Then she scooted her lower 
body forward so that she could guide the cockhead over the slit of her twat. 

Ray looked down to watch her manipulating his penis, but quickly looked up 
again when he felt her panting breath against his face. Her mouth was open, 
her tongue lining her lower lip in invitation for his. When he did not move 
his head toward hers, she took the initiative and placed her lips on his. 
Her tongue immediately gorged into his mouth, wet and soft. She ran it over 
the roof of his mouth until he met it with his tongue. He sucked on it, 
drawing it further into his mouth. Then, with a reverse action, Grace 
suctioned her mouth and brought both tongues into hers. As she sucked on his 
tongue until it became almost painful, she brushed his cockhead over her 
clitoris, rekindling the flames of passion within her. 

While they were kissing, Grace reached down to spread her vagina and once 
again plunge Ray's cock within her. When she got the head between her cunt 
lips, she pushed forward, throwing one leg over him so that she could force 
the cockneck further inside. Now she rolled him over onto his back and 
lowered her straddling hips until his cock was completely in her snatch. 
Never once during that maneuver did their lips part. But once she had his 
cock fully in place, she pulled her mouth from his and set upright, running 
her fingers from his face and down his torso. a 

"I don't think I can-" Ray started to protest as an aching throbbed in his 
cock. 

"Oh, yes you can, Daddy-o." She twisted her fingers into the flabbiness of 
his belly, pinching deep almost as a threat. "Once I get that prick of yours 
good and covered with cunt juice, I'm going to lick it off and keep on 
licking until you shoot a load of hot come into my mouth-if it takes all 
day." 

Grace leaned forward and began kissing his ears, lapping her tongue over his 
face and neck. Then she scooted down his legs, enough to tilt his cock to a 
downward angle and causing it to slowly slip out of her snapping cunt lips. 
Her mouth sucked in on the flesh at the base of his neck and down around his 
collarbone. She took large mouthfuls of skin, drawing it into her mouth as 
far as she could take it before he screamed out in pain. Gradually she moved 
down to his tit and sucked the nipple and as much flesh around it deep into 
her mouth. At the same time she jerked her pelvis back so that his cock 
popped out. 

Now Grace released the first tit and dived toward the other nipple, taking 
even more flesh into her mouth with it. Her hands began clawing into his 
arms as though she were trying to stimulate every atom of his body to 
respond sexually to her. Her breasts dangled over his torso and periodically 
she would wiggle in such a way that the nipples would lightly caress his 
skin, causing wave after wave of excitement to jet through her body. 

His cock bounced up and back, hitting against her lower belly. Its constant 
touching was so stimulating that she ran her hand down his body and grabbed 
hold of it with one hand, pulling it toward the base and forcing the muscle 
to become harder. 

She glided her hungry lips from his nipple down to his abdomen and again 
washed out his navel. After it was thoroughly licked out, she sucked on it 
as if trying to bring the button from its little cave. He lurched with the 
pain and excitement of her mouth at his navel and her hand on his cock. 
Finally she mopped her lips from his midsection to his lower belly, into the 
pubic hair, and around to his thighs. 

Cupping his balls in her hand, she pulled down on them so that his cock 
stood straight up in the air. It was still wet and glistening. She licked 
her tongue completely around the root of it, letting her lower lip wash over 
his balls. Then she began an upward stroking with her tongue, going from 
base to head of his cock as though she were working on a peppermint stick. 
Not until she had covered every inch of cock-neck, did she begin nibbling 
her lips around the ridge of the underside of the mushroom, circling it. Now 
her tongue moved further up over the head of it until she had licked the 
entire surface. 

She started again at the base of the cockneck, licking upward and this time 
around the head before diving down for another tonguing upward-another and 
another. Soon the concentration of her tongue movement was at the underside 
bulge and, as she did, her tongue dipped down to include his scrotum. 
Finally, when he was reeling and flopping with the spasms of pain and 
delight, she licked from the underside of his balls all the way up the neck 
and caught the head between her lips. With his cockhead completely encircled 
by her mouth, she sucked in hard until that sensitive head stung. By then he 
was clawing at her body, trying to find tits or whatever, and raising his 
toe into her crotch as if he intended to fuck her with it. While his toes 
played into her snatch, rubbing frantically against her clitoris, she 
released her suctioning and let her lips slip down the neck of his cock to 
the base so that she had it completely within her mouth. 

As he continued to stroke her clitoris with his toe, she plunged her mouth 
up and down over his penis, sucking in more and more with each stroke. 
Although he had doubted it possible, Ray realized that that which caused 
climax was beginning to happen again within him. Now he was alive and 
enthusiastic as the urgent need for release mounted through him. He was 
pumping his hips upward and back with her mouth. 

All at once she stopped her head movement and let him thrust his cock into 
her throat and back out again. She knew she had him where she wanted him. 
She rolled over, pulling his cock with her so that he had to turn onto his 
side with her. She allowed him to make deeper thrusts, pulling his hips back 
until the cockhead nearly slipped from her lips with each retreat. He was 
pumping with the same fury with which he had fucked her cunt. She rolled 
over onto her back, forcing him to mount and straddle his shoulders as he 
continued lunging his cock into her mouth. With one hand she clutched at the 
cheeks of his butt and groped at his balls, while her other hand played into 
her cunt, grabbing and snatching, rubbing and jabbing with a vengeance to 
match Ray's thrusting into her mouth. 

She sucked harder and harder as he pumped, and at the same time massaged her 
cunt. Ray was panting and wheezing, his body jerking and tossing beneath 
groans and gurgles of excitement. His body was on fire, every inch of him 
tingled as the spasms of climax burst through him. His balls throbbed with 
ecstasy and pained with the sensation of being emptied as, with one last 
convulsive thrust, he shot as much come into her mouth as he could muster. 
He gasped and sobbed in a high pitch, groaning and struggling to keep his 
very life force from draining through his cock into her. 

As Ray ejaculated, throwing his head back and groping his hands to clutch 
her anywhere, Grace's fingers dug at her juicy cunt, rubbing it harder and 
deeper until she climaxed with a rolling, tossing, .liquid jolt. 

Ray fell forward, bracing himself against the headboard. His cock was raw 
and super-sensitive. He pulled it from between her still sucking lips. Once 
free, he dismounted from his position over her body and fell heavily onto 
the bed beside her, panting and moaning as his breath burned in his throat. 

Grace, too, was breathing convulsively as she lay with her hand still 
stuffed up her snatch. It was all she could do to keep from falling to sleep 
after such an exhaustive workout. She finally reached to pet Ray's cock, but 
her touch on it was too much. He jerked it away from her and, with much 
effort, pulled his spent body from the bed. Lunging toward the bathroom, he 
managed to brace himself long enough to pee. Without asking permission, he 
stepped into the shower and drenched himself in ice-cold water. 

Ray was stretched out on a chaise lounge in the shadow of an 
umbrella-sheltered table by the pool. The afternoon was hot. He kept saying 
to himself that he should go to his cabin and lie down. But the thought of 
how he would explain his extreme fatigue to Sarah worried him. So he 
remained by the pool and prayed that energy would somehow return to him. 

"There you are, Raymond," Sarah bubbled as she waddled toward him. 

He pushed his straw hat up so that he could see her through his dark 
glasses. In a way he was glad it was Sarah standing over him and not Grace 
Porter-at least not that afternoon. 

"Well, I tell you those mineral baths are absolutely exhausting." She pulled 
up a chair beside him. "I don't think we should go into Palm Springs 
tonight-if anything, maybe we should rest up this afternoon and go on home 
this evening. 

"Go home?" Ray sat up, pushing his hat back on his head. "Go home?" 

"Why, whatever's got into you?" Sarah squinted to read her husband's 
expression. 

"Go home Why, I've just begun to fu-" 

"To do what, Raymond? To fu--? " 

"I meant, to fight." He eyed her, then settled back onto the chaise. 

"Hmmmmm." 

Ray sighed. 

Sarah laughed. "Oh, Raymond, you and your daydreams." 

FOUR 

Pete Travis and Dick Kray went into Palm Springs for a night on the town 
without their twin-sister wives. The boys liked to get away and assert their 
independence; besides, the girls were planning to spend the following day 
away. The boys would find something to do. 

Both Lila and Lola realized why their husbands were off to the city. 
Consequently, they would have to find something else to amuse themselves. 
Life at a health spa could be boring unless you went out looking for a 
little fun. Lola suggested that perhaps Harry Maples might think up some 
kind of entertainment for them, but he was tied up with several massage 
appointments for the evening. 

Both of them had snapping twats, which they had helped each other relieve in 
times past, ever since they were in their early teens. Once they were 
married, they talked their husbands into joining them in a four-way with 
interesting variations. At other times, the twins had taken on each husband 
individually, and, when neither husband was available, the sisters often 
went out on the prowl to find another man they could share. If not a man, 
they would find another woman. And if neither, they always had themselves. 
Let Pete and Dick have their night out on the town, they knew how to have 
fun on their own. 

Lola had commented several times to her sister that Ray Jackman had been 
giving them the interested eye. But that evening, when they saw him briefly 
with his wife, he looked completely exhausted and hardly gave them a passing 
glance. They checked Ray off their list. 

Lila nudged Lola as they were sitting by the pool that evening. Grace Porter 
sauntered past. She was a sexy broad, but the twins decided she probably did 
not swing the ac/dc route. Besides, she looked a little tired, probably had 
been in the mineral baths too long that day. Grace stopped a moment to pass 
the time of day with the girls, but she confirmed their beliefs that she was 
tired. She further advised them that, if they saw her husband, they should 
inform him that she had gone to bed early. Lila cleared her throat; Lola 
smiled at her sister's reaction. 

"Oh, we'll see that your husband gets the message, Grace," Lola assured and 
attempted to disguise her expression of prurient interest. She had given Al 
Porter the eye several times and he had not mistaken her glance. He was 
available. 

Grace did not bother to read anything into Lola's words. Instead she yawned 
and excused herself. The twins watched Grace's hip action. 

"Well, if Al Porter can take care of that in regular doses," Lila observed, 
"he ought to take on the two of us without too much trouble." 

"Uh-huh." 

The twins stationed themselves near the Porters' cabin and nonchalantly sat 
in wait. The more they thought about Al, the more convinced they became that 
he was to be their mark for the night. First Lola left to slip into her 
bikini, then Lila went to put on a matching one. In a casual attitude, they 
lounged and waited for their prey. 

The moon was up, full. The girls were beginning to get restless when they 
saw Al emerge from the massage room. Harry had rubbed him down, he would be 
ready for a little action. It was a well-known fact that Harry had a way of 
massaging men that stimulated them into a mood for action. Al Porter, of 
course, was no exception. As the night before, Al was again wearing walking 
shorts, sport shirt, and shower shoes. He was bouncy in anticipation of a 
hot round of sexual events with his wife. Grace had trained him well to want 
it every night. It was hell when she was tired and said "no." Little did he 
know that that would be the case this night. As he circled around the pool, 
he saw the silhouette of Lola's extended leg, her toes pointed. Even though 
he was curious and aroused, he was glad that he had a wife waiting. He 
slowed down. He had never really got a good look at the twin's legs. Even at 
a slower pace, the eager bounce of his stride could not be disguised. 

"Hi!" Lola called as Al approached where they were sitting. 

"Good evening." Al was all smiles, detectable in the dim light. "I know it's 
Lila and Lola, but I'll be damned if I know which one is which." 

The girls tried to explain, he was still confused. 

"Why don't you join us?" Lila asked. 

"Well, I was kinda anxious to get to my pad-you know-" He laughed nervously. 

Lola ran her eyes up his body and returned for a prolonged stare into his 
crotch. "Sounds like the mineral bath got you all hot and bushy-tailed." 

"Well, that's about the size of it." He shifted his weight from foot to foot 
like a kid who has to pee and is trying to hold it back. "Grace is-" 

"-konked out," Lila inserted. "Or at least she gave us the impression that 
she was so exhausted that she was ready to hit the sack and make with the 
Zs." 

"She what?" Al swallowed hard. At first he thought he could go in and rouse 
her, but then he recalled that she had said earlier that she was awfully 
tired. "Boy, talk about clobbering a guy with a bucket of ice water! Wow!" 
He looked toward their cabin, then brought his glance back to focus on 
Lola's leg. He smiled from Lola's face to Lila's. "In that case, maybe I'd 
better take up on the invitation to join you out here." 

"Fine." 

"Groovy." Lila shifted her position. "Frankly, I'm kinda thirsty." 

Al laughed. "There aren't any taverns around here. This is health kick all 
the way." 

"So we discovered from bitter experience." Lola practically ran the toe 
protruding through her open-toed shoes along the outline of Al's knee. He 
was sitting fairly close to her. At first he started to adjust his chair, 
then decided to leave it where it was. "Lila and Pete brought along a supply 
of booze." 

"That's wild." Al looked around as if he expected to be interrupted. "Where 
are your husbands?" 

"In Palm Springs for the evening." Lila's voice was music. "Don't expect 
them back until the wee hours of the morning-if then. We're understanding." 

"So are they," Lola chimed and wiggled her toe to touch Al's hairy knee. He 
jerked it away, more from surprise, then slowly let it fall back to her toe. 

"And that leaves us with two husbandless wives and one wifeless husband," 
Lila observed and scooted her chair so that her foot could practically touch 
Al's other knee. 

"So we all catch up on our sleep." Al was casual, not really naive, but 
slow. "Oh, well, there's always tomorrow night." He laughed uneasily as Lola 
seemed to drill her toenail into his knee. 

"What's wrong with tonight?" Lola asked. 

"Tonight?" 

"Say, I have a suggestion," Lila said, her eyes wide, "why don't we three go 
to our cabin and have a drink?" 

Lola wet her lips with her tongue. "Crazy! How about it,-ah-Al, isn't it?" 

"Yeah. Why not? I'm not much of a drinker, but as long as there's nothing 
else to do-" Al's eyes flashed from one twin to the other. He wondered how 
closely their thoughts were related to his. Deciding to play it cool, he 
leaned back in the chair and stretched his feet forward so that his knee was 
a distance from each girl's foot. 

"It's really so nice and comfortable out here," Lola said and crossed her 
leg in such a way that her foot was practically even with Al's bare calf. 

Al looked from Lola's foot to her face, slowly scanning her provocative body 
en route. Was she playing a game, or did her foot just accidentally move to 
the level of his calf? He laughed and shot a quick glance to Lila. "like I 
say, I'm not much of a drinker." 

"Oh, you two, really," Lila scolded. "Here I offer you my very best 
hospitality-" 

"Very best?" Al picked up the two words. "I guess that depends on what a 
person's interpretation of very best hospitality is. I mean, not being a 
drinker-" He felt he was blushing, at least he was getting very hot from 
something. He grinned. 

Lola connected her bare toe to the hairy calf of his leg. "What would you 
consider very best hospitality to be?" 

Now Al was certain he was blushing. Although he had a sexual aggressiveness, 
since being married to Grace he had become somewhat passive. She was always 
so eager that she usually took the lead. The idea of being raped fascinated 
him. He wondered if that is what the twins were up to. "Well, I don't 
know-something casual-maybe-informal." 

"How informal? like-well, naked?" Lola giggled. 

"That would be plenty informal." Al twisted in the chair, but did not break 
the contact with Lola's foot. 

"Yes, but it might be fun." Lola wiggled her foot from side to side, 
brushing suggestively against his leg. Now there was no doubt in his mind. 
"Don't you think so, Al?" 

Al thought that Lola was undoubtedly the more anxious of the two, at least 
she was coming on the strongest. He was wondering how they would get rid of 
Lila-if that was what Lola had in mind. Then it occurred to him that maybe 
they both wanted to make it with him at the same time. He felt the nerves in 
his cock twitch and realized that he would have to sit upright in the chair 
before an erection pushed his pant leg out of shape. 

"There's some Coke in the icebox, too," Lila said. "Come on." 

"Al?" Something in the way Lola said his name told him he would be crazy not 
to take the girls up on their party. "Why not?" 

Lila led the way, Lola was directly behind, leaving Al to bring up the rear. 
His eyes were glued to the identical swings on each of the girls. His cock 
was pulling at his shorts and he attempted to control his thoughts to keep 
it from standing at complete attention. Not too successful at that, he put 
his hands in his pockets and quickly found a seat and crossed his legs once 
inside the cabin. The identical rear-end movement of the girls did not help 
him to relax. 

"How will you take it?" Lila asked as she moved toward the small kitchen. 

"Take it?" Al swallowed hard. 

Both girls laughed; they read his thoughts. "Your Coke." 

"Oh, you might put just a touch of whiskey in it," Al chuckled and watched 
as Lila disappeared into the kitchen. "Your sister's got a pretty wild body 
on her." 

"I know," Lola agreed. "We're identical." 

"Oh, yeah." Al cleared his throat. "Guess it would be redundant to say you 
have one too." 

"A compliment is always acceptable." Lola sat on the sofa close to where Al 
was seated; in fact, near enough that, in crossing her legs, she was able to 
once again touch his calf with her toe. "Did Harry give you a massage?" 

"Yes." 

"He gave me one yesterday. Wow, like wild hands-as a matter-of-fact, pretty 
wild all over." Lola laughed. "If you know what I mean." 

"Yeah-well, he's well built." 

"You're not so bad yourself." Lola shook her head to get the hair from her 
face, and, in so doing, her breasts jiggled. She caught Al watching their 
movement. "I guess a massage-even if a man's doing it-can get a guy pretty 
hot and bothered. After all the body has some pretty sensitive parts." 

"Yeah-well, yeah-you're right." 

"That why you're keeping your legs crossed?" 

Al was not prepared for that question. His face flushed crimson. He looked 
away from Lola's intense stare and squeezed his legs harder together. "To be 
perfectly honest, Harry did have me pretty much worked up into a horny mood. 
I mean, like I was really ready to hit the sack and make it with Grace. A 
guy's only human." 

Lola wet her lips but before she could retort, Lila returned from the 
kitchen with Al's drink. "Here we go, Al. Hope there's enough booze in it 
for you." 

"Yeah, it'll be fine." Al was still blushing. As Lila handed him the glass, 
she pushed her leg up against his. He thanked her for the drink. 

"Why don't you come into the kitchen and show me how you want yours fixed, 
Lola?" she asked, without easing the pressure of her leg against Al's. 

"Sure." 

Again Al watched with absolute fascination as the twins walked away from 
him. Oh, God, that would be paradise-or at least a pair of cunts and two 
pairs of tits. The thought caused his cock to lurch in his pants. He took a 
swallow of his drink and, almost with a bounce, moved from the chair in 
which he was sitting to the center section of the sofa, leaving a cushion on 
either side of him. He recrossed his legs. He suddenly raised the glass to 
his lips and sipped from it, realizing that it was stronger than just a 
jigger full of whiskey. Smiling to himself, he decided that the girls were 
trying to get him drunk. Well, at least loose. He would play it cool. 
However, when Lila returned from the kitchen with a bag of chips and a bowl 
of creamy dip, Al was again caught off guard. She had removed the top half 
of her bikini. She was so casual about the whole thing that it shook him. 

"Here, something to knosh on." She stood directly in front of him and leaned 
forward as she projected the chips in one hand and the dip in the other. Her 
tits swung freely from side to side as he looked from the chips to her naked 
breasts to the dip and back again, over the same route, as he went to reach 
for the chips. He almost missed. Instead of returning his eyes to the dip, 
they lingered at her tits as his fingers fumbled to find a place to insert 
the chip. 

"Something to knosh on?" He asked, hypnotized by the shimmering bulbs of 
flesh before him. "Oh, yeah, you mean the chips-and-ah-and the dip." 

"Or whatever." She waited for him to take a second chip and dip it before 
she changed her position. "Hope you don't mind our informality-but it's sort 
of being at home." 

"N-No, I d-don't mind." He laughed and forced his eyes up from her breast 
and into her face. "I like being informal." He shot his glance from Lila's 
face to Lola, who had entered and was standing in the doorway, holding two 
glasses. She, too, had removed her bra. She held the glasses so that it 
appeared that each was supporting one of her tits. 

"Did Harry Maples mention that he gave me a massage yesterday?" Lola moved 
forward to hand one of the glasses to her sister. 

Al was busy looking from first one to the other. All four tits were nearly 
identical. "Well, he did mention that he gave women rub-downs occasionally." 

"Uh-huh." Lola sat on the sofa beside him. "Did he say what the massages led 
to?" 

"Well-no-I mean, he said that it sometimes went further." Al was beginning 
to feel trapped as Lila sat at his other side. 

The girls sat so they were facing Al, their arms closest to him resting on 
the back of the sofa, holding the glasses. Suddenly Lola reached over and 
put her hand beneath one of Lila's tits and bounced it a couple of times. 

"For a moment I thought you had something caught there." Lola continued 
fondling Lila's breast. "You're closer, Al, do you see anything?" 

Al looked from face to face before lowering his gaze to Lila's tit. "N-No 
... I mean, just wow!" 

"You'll have to forgive Lola and me," Lila giggled. "Being raised so close 
and all, we do so many things together." 

"What sort of things?" Al looked from one to the other. "You mean like 
having sex?" 

"Certainly," Lola interjected. "We've been eating each other's cunt since we 
were in our early teens." 

Again Al was not prepared. He hurriedly gulped at his drink. "You mean--? " 

"Of course." Lila stood. "Haven't you ever seen two girls having sex 
together?" 

Al could not speak. He shook his head. 

"Turn on some music, Lila, and we'll give Al a little show while he's 
finishing his drink." Lola was first to her feet. She drank, then undulated 
her body so that her tits made round movements and her hips ground as if she 
were preparing to execute a bump. Instead she stopped in mid-action. She 
reached her hand to help Lila to her feet-Rock music began to throb from the 
small portable radio. The girls stood before him, jerking and twisting, 
kicking their feet in a dance step. Their tits were flopping and swinging 
with a hypnotizing effect. Al found, as he watched, that his hand slid in 
between his shirt buttons and popped them open as he stroked over his chest, 
down to his belly. It was not long until his shirt was hanging open. The 
girls bumped toward him until they were able to reach his shirt and pull 
either side of it back so that his upper torso was more fully exposed. He 
tried to reach out to grab hold of both of them, but they were quick to 
elude his grasp. 

Practically in unison the girls unfastened first one side of their bikini 
bottoms and then the other, gathering the material of the front in one hand 
and the back material in the other, so that they could run the suit between 
their legs. Dancing in tempo, they pulled the material through the slits of 
their cunts until at times it seemed buried within. 

Al had slid out of his shower shoes. He squeezed his legs tightly together 
to keep his stone-hard cock from being prominent as, watching the girls, he 
became more and more excited. 

On cue, the girls whipped their bikini bottoms from between their thighs and 
tossed them across the room as their dancing became wilder and more spastic. 
They faced each other and danced so close that the flapping of their boobs 
knocked at each other. When they bumped their pelvises forward, their pussy 
hair met. Finally they held their crotches together and bent backward, 
almost doing a complete backbend as their hips retained the rhythm and their 
snatches seemed to be rubbing together. 

Reversing the angle of their torsos so that their tits rubbed together again 
and their hips were pushed back, they put their hands on one another's body, 
running them up to cup the breasts, then down over the belly, and into the 
pussy hair, reaching to find the liquid snatches. 

Seeing that the girls were so engrossed in each other, Al dared to uncross 
his legs. The pain of squeezing his erection between them was almost 
unbearable. He fished his hand under his waistband and into his shorts to 
adjust his cock so that it would be in a more comfortable position. Once he 
brought his hand back out, he unsnapped the snap that was holding the top of 
them close, then the inside button, so that the only thing keeping the fly 
shut was the zipper. He scooted forward as he watched the girls, his cock, 
to the left, throbbing at his upper leg. He folded his hands temporarily 
over it. 

The girls by then had their arms around each other. Although they were 
twisting their bodies and moving their feet, as their bodies were pressed 
tightly against each other so were their mouths. When their heads were 
pulled slightly apart, Al could see that they were French kissing, wagging 
their tongues over each other and licking into the other's mouth. They did 
not so much seem to suck on the other's tongue as they simply licked them at 
each other. Soon Lola jerked her tongue from her sister's mouth and washed 
it around her cheeks and into her ears, going from one to the other and 
finally lapping down her throat. Lila pushed her crotch against Lola's with 
such force that, if Al did not know better, he would have sworn that they 
were fucking each other. He slid further forward and raised the pull device 
on his zipper so that if enough pressure was exerted beneath his fly, the 
zipper would slowly pull open. 

As Lola leaned forward, her rear end extended back. Al observed Lila 
fondling Lola's tits as the latter began to lick her tongue around her 
sister's fleshy breasts. First she sucked one nipple into her mouth while 
she milked the other tit with her hand, fingering into the nipple and 
pinching it until it stood hard. 

After Lola sucked on Lila's tit for some time, Lila lifted her sister's head 
from it, and shifted positions so that while Lola fondled her tits, Lila 
began sucking and milking at Lola's. They exchanged these positions several 
times as their excitement grew and grew, their bodies trembling and shaking 
almost in double time to the tempo of the music. Their mouths met again in 
frantic kissing, now first one tongue being sucked and then the other. As 
they kissed, their hands groped and fondled with such frantic searching and 
gouging that there was no doubt in Al's mind that they were each so hot with 
an erotic reaction that it would not take too much more for them to climax. 
His cock, aiming straight for his navel, pushed against the zipper and 
slowly pried it open. 

Lola caught a fleeting glance of Al's cockhead showing above the zipper 
teeth. The sight of it excited her more. Her hand ran down her sister's body 
until it caressed into her pussy, slipping between the cunt lips and running 
back and forth. At the feel of Lola's hand in her snatch, Lila groped down 
her twin's body until her hand found Lola's hairy, wet pussy. The two hands 
were moving in unison as if each trying to pump the other up to an 
accelerated height. 

As each girl seemed to force the other to the floor, Lila into a sitting 
position and Lola on her knees before her, Al jerked at the sides of his 
fly, ripping the zipper completely open so that his cock could lunge forward 
in all its stiffness, glistening with excitement. The girls were so involved 
with each other that they did not notice what he had on display, and at that 
moment probably could have cared less. With her hand still massaging her 
sister's twat, Lola sucked on her nipple and ran her face around and over 
her tits, nipping the sensitive flesh with her lips. Lila leaned back with 
moans and groans of ecstasy, supporting herself with her arms behind her as 
Lola ran her tongue from tit to tit and beneath them to her belly. She 
tongued into 

Lila's navel and further down until she licked into her pubic hair. Lila 
rested further back on her elbows as Lola used her hands to pull the cunt 
lips back so that she could lap her tongue in between them and around the 
membranes of the cunt walls. Her tongue dipped in far and licked up so that 
she could concentrate on Lila's clitoris. By then Lila was rolling and 
squealing with absolute delight. She tossed her head back and shook it from 
side to side as she suddenly raised her legs and rested her heels on Lola's 
shoulder. Lila looked at Al's flailing cock. 

"Let me see all of it!" Lila yelled and jolted as a spasm of passion 
slithered through her. "Balls and all!" She fell completely on her back with 
her head turned toward Al. She pulled her knees back so that they were 
nearly Xo her chest, permitting her cunt to be stretched as wide open as it 
could. 

With that invitation, Al lurched his pelvis up just enough to jerk the 
shorts over his rear end and down his legs. He bent forward long enough to 
take them from his feet, then he lay back and positioned himself so that 
Lila could get a good view of what he had. As he did, he ran his hands up 
his thighs and under to catch his balls in both hands. He fondled them and 
held them as well as his cock, as if offering them to her. But the 
electricity that was sparking through Lila at that moment was so sensational 
that she jerked her body and flopped her head from side to side as she 
caught her sister's head in her hands. Lila tightened her fingers into 
Lola's skull as if she intended to force her entire head into her vagina. 

Al caressed his body. He avoided touching his cock for fear that any 
stimulation might cause it to erupt. He had never seen such an arousing 
sight. At first he was tempted to join in, but the show was so spectacular 
that he just wanted to watch-for the moment. 

Lila screamed and sat upright, pushing her sister's mouth from her cunt. 
"Let's do it together!" 

"Crazy!" Lola rolled onto the floor, getting on her back so that her cunt 
was aimed toward Al. Immediately Lila got on all fours, straddling above 
her, her face at Lola's cunt, her crotch over Lola's mouth. She looked up 
only once to get another gander at Al's crotch from that angle before she 
used her hands to spread Lola's cunt. She ran her fingers in and around it 
as Lola was doing to hers. Then, as the sight of that gaping cavern so 
intrigued her, she lowered her face and gouged her tongue into it for all 
she was worth. All Al could see was Lila's head bobbing up and down, her 
fingers slithering up Lola's thighs and back down again to caress at her 
cunt and ass. 

Even though their faces were buried in the other's snatch, both girls began 
making erotic sounds, groans that seemed to shoot from the groins as their 
bodies jolted and twisted. Lila's knees skidded backward so that her cunt 
pushed into Lola's face. Their groaning and heaving became more intense, 
their bodies rolling and pitching like a high sea in a storm as the 
turbulence of climax jolted them into juicy release. Now their sighs became 
more audible as their mouths, intermittently lifted from the other's 
writhing snatch, mixed with screams and stifled sobs. They rolled and 
tumbled for several minutes before the fever of their climax subsided. 

Lila fell forward so that her legs framed Lola's face and her head 
momentarily rested in the V of her sister's legs. They slowly caressed one 
another's body, both bringing them down and arousing them. One climax was 
only a start for them. Lila's hands ran the length of Lola's legs. Al put 
his feet, stretched forward, on either side and as close as possible so that 
Lila's fingers could touch them. One feel and she automatically ran her 
hands from her sister's calves up to Al's. The hairy texture she felt almost 
immediately began to arouse her. She tilted her head back to rest on her 
chin so that she could look up his legs, over the solid muscles beneath the 
furry surface and the jagged lines of veins. She could see above the 
thickness of his thighs, the tightly pulled sack of balls, but from her 
position she could not see the stiff muscle that was clamped firmly against 
his belly and periodically lurched upward and fell again with a slap. She 
pushed herself up with her arms as though she were doing a pushup. One 
glance at Al's cock with the bulging underside, and she slid her cunt over 
her sister's body until she got onto her knees, resting her snatch above her 
sister's. Now she had an excellent view of Al's organ of pleasure. She ran 
her hands up his calves and his thighs as if she intended to catch his cock 
in them. 

Lola bucked and jerked to get out from under her sister and into a sitting 
position. The force of her movement caused Lila to fall forward. She caught 
herself as her face was just an inch above his balls, her hands gripped into 
his thighs. Lola pulled her back as she got to her feet. 

"Well, how did that grab you, Al?" Lola looked from her sister, still 
crouched between his legs, to Al. 

"Look at that hard baby of mine and you can tell." Al squirmed so that his 
cock raised from his belly and waved in the air. "What do you think?" 

Lola pulled Lila to her feet. "We'll freshen our drinks and be right back to 
take care of that little gem." 

"Who wants to drink at a time like this?" 

"We do." Lola put her arm in Lila's and practically dragged her toward the 
kitchen. 

Al watched them leave, then glanced down at his flailing cock. His first 
impulse was to jerk it a couple of times, but he realized that at that point 
it would not stand much action before it would shoot. Maybe that's what the 
girls were thinking and that was why they were forcing him to wait a few 
minutes. He still had about a half of drink in his glass which he sipped 
from. 

He figured the twins had some kind of fun and games in store, so he decided 
to let them play out their scene. 

Although they returned with filled glasses, Lila carried a bottle of 
tequila. She sat it suspiciously on a small table beside the sofa. 

"How's your drink, Al?" 

"Fine. like I say, I don't drink much." 

"But I'll bet Grace gives that peter of yours a good work out." Lola stood 
at his right, looking from him to her sister and back again. She reached 
over and ran her fingers up the tube of his cock. "Just get a feel of that, 
Lila." 

Lila ran her hand along one side of his penis, while Lola's fingers caressed 
the other side. As they did, he reached forward and ran his hands up their 
thighs, around and over, caressing Up to the cheeks of their butts and 
inching around front to smooth into their pubic hair. Finally he lined each 
of their cunts with his index fingers, moving from top all the way down and 
between their legs. Then, as he brought his finger back, he applied pressure 
so that he could penetrate into their cunt lips, wetter than usual where 
they had just been so successfully sucked on. 

The girls ran their hands from his cock up his body, playing around his 
belly and over his pectoral muscles, pinching his nipples, and eventually 
putting their hands beneath his armpits to raise him. When they bent forward 
to force him to his feet, their hips moved back just enough to spread their 
pussies and allow his fingers to slip into them with no effort at all. 

Then, lifting him, they used their other hands to reach for his cock. Again 
they lined the neck and head of it with their fingers, running from tip to 
base and down into his scrotum. The hands that had been under his armpits 
now slid down his sides and over his back until they each grasped a cheek of 
his ass, parting the ravine between and exploring their fingers up and down. 
He was sensitive there, their presence caused him to lurch. 

The girls moved closer so that as Lola gripped the neck of his cock, she 
could guide it so that the head of it first ran the length of her cunt, then 
the length of her sister's. Al turned from side to side, ready to insert it 
any time they were. They pinched into the cheeks of his butt as he gripped 
his fingers into their snatches and played around. Then he lowered his head 
so that he could lick his tongue over their tits. Lola held onto his cock as 
Lila slid her hand in front of him over his torso, while each of their hands 
behind him massaged over his back and down to his butt, time and time again. 
Their fingers seemed to gouge into his ass-hole but, being so sensitive 
there, he lurched with each invasion. By then he was sucking as much of a 
nipple into his mouth as he could and tonguing the tip of it before he went 
to the next. He rolled his head around in between the four tits, licking 
from one to the other as his body became ignited with all-consuming 
excitement. 

While Lola played her fingers over his cock and balls so teasingly, and Lila 
ran her hand over his nipples and around his belly, Al suddenly became aware 
that the girls had the middle fingers of their hands at his back, slowly 
penetrating into his ass-hole. There were spasms of pain and he jerked to 
free himself from their driving fingers, but they were persistent. Finally 
he felt the two fingers pull to either side and eventually slip up into his 
anus. It was uncomfortable at first, but he was being aroused in so many 
other places that he allowed them to do what they wanted. Soon they were 
wiggling those fingers around inside him, pushing and massaging at his 
prostate gland in such a way that electrical jolts shot through him. Once 
used to it, he enjoyed the sensation. 

The girls lurched their hips back so that his fingers snapped out of their 
cunts practically at the same moment. Their fingers slipped out of his 
ass-hole and Lila moved away from the two of them, while Al concentrated his 
efforts on Lola's tits. 

"Guess that really put you in high gear, didn't it, baby?" Lola cupped his 
chin with her hand and slowly eased his mouth from her tit. "Are you a big 
shooter, or is one time your limit?" 

"You mean--? " 

"I mean, how often can you come? Lila and I like to climax a half a dozen 
times or so. We figure we better ask the guy how many times he can make it." 
Lola chuckled. 

"You mean I have to wait until you shoot six times apiece?" Al looked 
worried. 

"Or keep up with us," Lila giggled as she crossed toward them, her hands 
behind her back. 

"Well, two or three times is my limit-but that takes several hours." Al was 
once again caressing Lola. 

Lila got behind Al, Lola in front, sandwiching him in between. "Well, we'll 
just have to play it by ear then, huh, Lila?" 

"Whatever." 

Lola stroked her hand down his front side. "But do us a favor, hold off on 
coming as long as you can." 

"I'll do my damnedest." Al started to play his hands up Lola's body to cup 
her tits, when he was startled by the cold liquid invasion of Lila's hands 
on his upper back. In a moment, his skin, where she rubbed, had a slight 
sting to the chill. "What the hell--? " At first it felt as if Lila were 
giving him an alcohol rub, but it was not nearly as cold as alcohol. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Lila was practically purring in his ear as her wet 
hands ran down the fullness of his back and curved around the cheeks of his 
ass. 

"What the hell is it?" 

"Tequila." 

"Tequila?" His body jerked as a drop of the liquid ran down the crack of his 
ass and stung at his ass-hole. "Eeeoooww!" 

The girls giggled at his reaction. Lila poured another handful of tequila 
and gave the bottle to Lola. Lila crouched and ran her wet hands up the back 
of his legs as Lola began massaging the tequila over his front side. Al 
squirmed with the coldness and the tingling sensation at the backs of his 
legs. Lila reached her hand up for Lola to fill again. Al was so surprised 
at what was happening, and a little fascinated, that he watched in awed 
silence. Now Lila's hands were caressing up the inside of his thighs as Lola 
mopped her hand over his chest and down into his belly. Lila reached for 
still another handful of tequila. Lola crouched so that she could put the 
liquid around his pubic area, sliding a wet hand over his cock and down to 
his balls. Lila's hand met hers on the underneath side of his scrotum and 
wiped up into the crack of his ass. The tequila was a little fiery at his 
balls, but Al gritted his teeth and watched in utter fascination. 

Once his body was completely covered with tequila from shoulders to toes, 
the girls put the bottle aside and stared at their work. 

"What the hell are you two up to?" 

"Ever put tequila on a salted lemon?" Lola chuckled and ran one index finger 
from his right nipple, down past his navel, and all the way to the tip of 
his extended cock. 

"Can't say that I ever have." Al looked from one to the other, twisting his 
body as he did and thrusting his hips forward so that the tip of his cock 
could stroke against Lola's thigh. "But I've heard about it." He jolted 
forward as if trying to spear her cunt with his cock. 

"Well, honey, you just pretend you're a salty lemon," Lila said behind him, 
practically in his ear, "and Lola and I are going to suck the tequila out of 
you. How's that shake you?" 

"I-I don't know." Al's skin had begun to feel all prickly and strange. 

"We guarantee you'll like it." Lola ran her finger back up from the end of 
his cock all the way to his chin. "You just stand up here, and we'll suck 
you off-I mean, suck off the tequila." 

"Sounds wild." 

"You'll see." 

Before Al could further comment, he felt the presence of Lila's tongue on 
his back. She was obviously standing on tiptoe to be able to lick over his 
shoulders. He held his arms akimbo and watched as Lola placed her mouth to 
his clavicle, running her tongue along the edge where the bone protruded. 
Lila's tongue now slipped into the ridge of his spine and she traced it down 
to the parting of the cheeks of his buttocks, then she lapped it back up 
again as shivers propelled through Al and he had to put his feet into 
another position to steady himself. 

After Lila licked up the channel of his spine, she lowered her head again to 
wash the broadness of her tongue up again and again, each time returning to 
the cheek of his ass before stroking back up. While Lila covered the full 
area of his upper back, not only licking but sucking the sensitive skin into 
her mouth, Lola devoted her tongue to his front side, first washing the 
tequila from his chest and spending a great deal of time at his nipples. He 
had sensitive tits- 

Lola could always tell when a man did-and she sucked at them until he 
twisted and wiggled uncontrollably. By then Al was gasping and making erotic 
sounds, his head held back, his eyes closed as prurient images filled his 
mind. When he took his hands from his hips and attempted to guide Lola's 
head away from his chest, she forced them back to their former position and 
held them there. 

Lila bent forward to lick the tequila from the cheeks of his butt and, as 
she did, she took great mouthfuls of his flesh into her mouth as if she 
thought the tequila had soaked in and she intended to get it all out. Now 
she spread his cheeks with her hands so that she could lap into the ravine. 
He jolted and pitched, nearly losing his balance with each invading stroke 
of her tongue. As he leaned slightly forward to give her greater access to 
his ass-hole, Lola washed further down his chest and upper belly, catching 
the tip of his cock between her dangling tits. That stimulated him even more 
on the front side. He bobbed his hips forward as if attempting to thrust the 
full length of his cock between those fleshy orbs, and, in so doing, he 
momentarily locked Lila's tongue in the tight crack of his ass. She used her 
fingers to pry his cheeks apart. At that point, Lola pushed on his chest in 
such a way to indicate that she wanted better access to his lower torso with 
her mouth. 

Al never realized that he was particularly ticklish until the twins were 
licking the tequila, then he found himself in uncontrollable spasms of 
sensitivity. He no longer could hold his hands on his hips. Instead, he 
found himself clutching at his own chest, running his fingers where Lola's 
tongue had recently been. 

Lola washed her mouth over his lower belly and into his pubic hair, her 
hungry lips nipping at his flesh and sucking. His cock slapped against her 
face and she turned her head from side to side to caress it. She even moved 
so that the head of it could pierce into her ear. Then she turned her face 
in the other direction until her lips were buried in the hair at the root of 
his cock. Slowly she turned even further, her lips spread open so that she 
could catch the side of his cock between them. Now her tongue protruded 
slightly as she washed back and forth on the one side of the neck, then 
reversed her position so that she could tongue the other side, but only the 
side. 

Holding his cock upward, with her finger supporting the very end of it, Lola 
was able to lick her tongue over the bulgy underside and down to his 
scrotum. Her tongue flicked back and forth on the underside of his cock 
several times as she licked from one ball to the other and finally took both 
testicles into her mouth at once, sucking them in as spirals of pain and 
delight slithered up his body. She licked back up the stem of his cock just 
once again before she began licking the tequila from his legs, taking long, 
lingering swipes with her tongue, lapping clear to his toes and coming up 
with great sweeps of her tongue. 

By then Lila had washed the backside of his legs. Occasionally her tongue 
met her sister's tongue en route. But Lila quickly moved back toward his 
hips. Spreading the cheeks of his ass with her hands, she drove her tongue 
between them, up the entire indented area and concentrating her effort, at 
last, at his ass-hole. She clawed his cheeks apart and drilled her tongue in 
between the tight sphincter, penetrating as far as she. could. Once she had 
furrowed a wet channel, she riveted her tongue in and out as if she thought 
he had an extra supply of tequila stored up there. Al was flipping and 
twisting in convulsive spasms. He had never been tongue-fucked in the ass 
before. The sensation was about to drive him out of his mind. He groaned and 
panted as stifled sobs coughed up from his groin. 

He grabbed hold of Lola's head as he felt the top of her hair on the 
underside of his cock. She was nibbling her way up the inside of his thigh. 
Washing her tongue over his scrotum, she met Lila's tongue coming through 
his legs from behind him. Their tongues wound together around his balls 
until the tickling sensation became so great that he lifted her head. Her 
tongue lapped up into the area between his thigh and his crotch and finally 
again along the side of his well-stretched prick. 

Lila poked her head between his legs and adjusted her body so that his leg 
pushed between her tits. She wiggled her upper torso from side to side, 
stimulating her boobs with the furry feel of his thighs. She licked at one 
side of his cock while Lola licked at the other. Never once had either of 
them touched the head of his pecker with their lips. Now, their noses 
touching as they each had half of his cockneck between their lips and their 
tongues flicking at the slick muscle as their mouths moved up and down it, 
Lila reached one hand to grope Lola's breast and the other to rub into her 
cunt. At the touch of Lila's hands in those places, Lola stroked her 
sister's tit and put her arm around Al's leg to poke her middle finger up 
into her snatch. With the girls' fingers inside each other's cunt and their 
hands milking at tits, their excitement became so great that they permitted 
their lips to surround the head of his cock. 

Now they took turns, one lapping the cockhead while the other tongued the 
cockneck from head to root and down to his scrotum, then back up to replace 
the other's mouth on the head, while the first slid down the other side of 
his cock. This went on for several minutes, until Al began moaning and 
pumping his pelvis. If they were not careful he would shoot his load, and 
they did not want that to happen too fast. Almost on cue, they took their 
mouths completely from his cock and ran them over his legs, lapping and 
biting their teeth into the sturdy muscles. As they did that, they 
finger-fucked each other so fast that they began to roll and scream into the 
flesh of his legs caught between their teeth. The pain was severe enough to 
make him jerk his legs from their teeth hold and move away from them. They 
could have cared less at that moment since they were so involved in each 
other. 

Lila managed to maneuver herself into a position so that her head was 
between Lola's legs, lying on her back so that Lola was above her. Lila 
replaced her finger with her mouth into her sister's cunt, while Lola 
continued finger-fucking her as she hovered over her. Lola made erotic 
noises, squeals of ecstatic pain as she flopped her tits from side to side 
and drove her fingers into her sister's vagina with a vengeance. Lila was 
eating into her twin's cunt with such fury, her own body tossing so fitfully 
that there was no doubt in Al's mind that they were both about to climax 
again. He wanted to manipulate his cock so that he would ejaculate with 
them, but he realized that they were coming a second time without him 
because of his inability to come as many times as they wanted to. He gripped 
his fingers into the cheeks of his butt, his cock flailing perpendicular 
before him as he watched the girls in frenzied gyrations. 

Lola shrilled and threw her head back. He knew that her cunt was being 
flooded with the juices of her passion. And, by the spastic action of Lila's 
body, she too was erupting. Even as she screamed, Lola removed her finger 
from her sister's twat and put her face to it to suck out as much as she 
could. Then, as the last convulsions of climax shook their bodies, Lola 
rolled off her sister's body and the two lay in panting sobs. 

Al left them in that state of exhaustion as he went to the bathroom to 
relieve his bladder. 

After flushing the toilet, he left the bathroom to find that the sisters had 
moved to the bedroom. He leaned against the door and marveled at the fact 
that they had rallied so rapidly after that big, rolling, juicy second 
climax. His cock had become partially limp from peeing, but he assured them 
that it would soon be at attention again. 

"You sure you didn't come?" Lola questioned and slid off the bed to cross to 
him. 

"Hell no! Me come by myself with two hot cunts and two talented mouths 
waiting to gobble up this old boy?" 

Lola clamped her fist around his cock and jerked it a couple of times. 
"Crazy!" 

"You ready to go at it again?" Al wondered as he felt the tension once again 
returning to his cock in response to Lola's fondling. 

As Lola guided him toward the bed, Lila sat on the edge of it. Lola stood 
between Al and Lila and slowly licked her way down his body until she got 
into a crouching position just above his cock. Lila caressed her tits, then 
suddenly lay back on the bed and thrust her legs into the air, resting her 
heels on either of Al's shoulders so that, in looking down, he could stare 
into her gaping cunt. Lila applied pressure to his shoulders. 

"Come and kiss it, baby," Lila coaxed as Lola washed her mouth over his 
upper thighs. 

"Sure, why not?" Al moved his cock so that it would touch Lola's face, but 
she was busy stimulating him in other places. As he got to his knees so that 
his face could be directly over Lila's cunt, Lola stretched out on the floor 
in a cross angle to his body, as she continued lapping her tongue in and 
around his thighs and teasing his crotch. 

Al ran his hands from Lila's ankles as she curved her knees to drape them 
over his shoulder. His hands caressed down her thighs, curving around each 
from the outside, his fingers running down the inside until he arrived at 
her crotch. Then, spreading the cunt lips with his fingers, he slid his 
fingers into the oozing walls, tracing along each of the labia, outlining 
them. She jolted at the touch of his fingers there. 

"Go on, lick it with your tongue." Lila sat up, resting on her elbows, so 
that she could watch him. There was something so fascinatingly different in 
seeing a man's face at her pussy than seeing a woman's. She pushed her 
pelvis forward as if shoving her snatch to his mouth. 

His tongue emerged from his open mouth as he stuck just the tip of it into 
that glistening area, slowly lining where his fingers had just traced. 

"That's the way, Al baby. Kiss the hell outa that puss! Go on, now, eat it 
up!" Lila undulated her body so that her cunt moved over his tongue as if to 
help him. "Stick it way up!" 

Realizing that Lila needed help, Lola placed her open mouth directly over 
the head of Al's cock and slowly began inching down on the neck, taking more 
and more of it into her mouth. With that encouragement, his tongue projected 
its fullest length and flicked around the liquid cavern as Lila began to 
squeal in spastic delight. 

As Al ate into her snatch, Lola worked her head back and forth over his 
cock, drawing the head of it deep into her throat, while her hands explored 
his balls and ass. Then, after working on it for a while, she let it slip 
out of her mouth while she went to kiss his balls. 

Al was slurping into Lila's cunt with all the enthusiasm he could muster 
when he became aware of the absence of Lola's mouth from his genitals or his 
lower body. But he was so engrossed in what he was doing that he did not 
bother to see that she had scooted under the bed, had spread her legs, and 
was coming back toward him with her cunt wide open to take his cock. He felt 
her legs on either side of his, then her hand reached to grab the head of 
his cock, and finally the liquid of her cunt as she rubbed the cockhead into 
it and pushed forward so that she was completely impaled by it. It was a 
weird angle, since Lola had to do all the maneuvering blindly. She felt his 
cock plunging deep into her vagina until the head gouged at her cervix. She 
wrapped her legs around his hips and held him vise-like in her grip. In such 
a firm hold he was only able to thrust his cock within her, never able to 
draw it out, leaving him only short strokes. That did not seem to bother 
him, since he was busily concentrating on lapping into Lila's cunt. 

Lila was twisting and turning. She sat up and gripped the back of his head 
with both hands and held it steady while she pumped her pelvis, letting her 
cunt ride on the rigidity of his tongue. 

With Lila's action, Al's enthusiasm became so great that he lurched his hips 
back and broke the leg hold that Lola had about his hips. In fact, he 
withdrew with such force that his cock slipped out of her cunt. Then, 
feeling the need of fresh air, he jerked his head back and broke Lila's hold 
on it. He pushed her back into a reclining position as he got to his feet. 
Jerking her legs into the air, still riding his shoulders, he lunged his 
cock forward and guided it into her slimy cunt. With a jolt, he shoved it 
all the way in. Leaning forward, he milked at Lila's tits as he began a 
steady pumping action with his hips. 

Lola rolled from under the bed and got to her feet. Bending behind Al, she 
began licking his back. When she found that was not too easy with his 
violent pumping, she climbed onto the bed and lifted his hands from Lila's 
breast and put them on her own as she crouched above her sister, lowering 
her cunt to her sister's face. Lila immediately reached up and spread Lola's 
cunt lips with her hands, gouging her hand in and replacing her hand with 
her tongue. 

Directing his mouth to her tits, Lola fondled her hands over Al's face and 
neck. "Fuck the hell outa her, Al, but don't come yet. I want that big, hot, 
meaty whang crammed back up my pussy before you shoot!" She kissed around 
his ears and moved his head to suck on her other tit. "Oh, baby, you have a 
hot, juicy mouth! I'll bet you suck the hell outa Grace's big boobs all the 
time! Wow! What a tongue! Oh, baby, I like that! But be careful-be 
careful-don't come yet-just take it nice and-Oooooh, my God, that's 
beautiful! I can tell by the way that-ooooo-aaaahhh!-that Lila's sucking up 
into my puss-Careful-careful-that she really digs the way you're fucking 
her. You dig it, too. don't you?" 

Al had slowed his pumping to a more lingering action, gently pushing forward 
and churning his hips around before he withdrew his cock for another thrust. 
He could feel the juices mounting within him and knew that if he were to 
comply with the girls' wishes that he would have to take it easy. 

Lola pulled his face from her tit as he stood upright without moving a 
muscle. Then she put her mouth to his nipple and sucked in. He lurched 
forward, jabbing Lila's cervix with the head of his cock. Lola dug her 
fingers into his flesh, pulling at it as Lila's tonguing into her cunt sent 
ripples of excitement charging through her. Her entire body was rolling, and 
Lila's was rolling beneath her. Lola was groaning and squealing with her 
mouth over his nipple, which caused a tingling vibration to buzz his tit. He 
knew that he would be unable to take too much of that, so he eased his tit 
from her mouth and at the same time pulled his cock from Lila's cunt. Then, 
getting on his knees again, he put his mouth to her writhing twat as Lola 
played her fingers into his ears and Lila licked higher into Lola's cunt 
until both women were spastic with convulsive rolling, liquid movements. 

Now Lola began a series of little screams mixed with grunts and groans. Lila 
was making sounds, too, which mainly vibrated into Lola's cunt. Lila was 
jerking her body with such rhythms of passion that several times she pulled 
her twat inadvertently from Al's penetrating tongue. 

Although Al's cock was oozing lubricating fluid, he was able to keep it from 
touching anything that would stimulate it any more. As he ran his tongue 
back and forth in her slimy cavern, he used his finger to manipulate her 
clitoris and reached his other hand to massage Lola's. 

The girls began pitching and flopping as Lola made panting squeals and 
sobbed as if she were crying. Al could tell by the pressure of their clits 
against his fingers that they were all but ready to pop again. His cock was 
flailing the air. Even though he continued what he was doing, he forced 
himself to think of something else. It took much effort, but he knew that if 
he did not, he would trigger off with nothing touching his cock, he was that 
ready to explode. He had never put himself through such an endurance test. 

"Now! Now!! NOW!! ! " Lola screamed and rolled again into a creamy climax. 

Al felt a flood of liquid against his tongue as he jammed it into Lila's 
cunt and realized that she, too, had erupted again. He held his face at her 
cunt for several seconds as he sensed the excitement retreating in both. 
Oddly enough, as the girls came down from their sex high, his cock began to 
lose its tension. He knew, of course, that that was only temporary and would 
once again be steel hard when the girls were ready to go again. And the next 
time he intended to shoot one of them full of a load of come. 

Al sagged to the floor as Lola lifted her snatch from Lila's face and the 
latter breathed deeply of fresh air. He looked from one wet cunt to the 
other, the sight of which already caused a tugging again in his cock. They 
were identical-the girls were identical, even in their reactions. He guessed 
that it would not matter which one he fucked. 

"Man, I'm getting tired," Lila said as she sat up, resting on her elbows and 
looking down at. Al framed in the spread of her legs. 

"Me, too," Lola echoed and fell back onto the bed next to Lila, her cunt 
facing Al, too. 

"But that's just the third time you each came," Al observed, a slight anger 
rising in him. "I thought you wanted to go a half a dozen times." 

"We did," Lola announced, "between the two of us." 

"And what am I supposed to do, beat my meat?" 

"That's up to you." Lila sighed and yawned. 

The twins' knees almost touched as they leaned back, side by side, on the 
bed, looking down into Al's bewildered expression. He had difficulty reading 
their expressions. Could those torrid vixens of a few moments ago be so 
calculating cold? They smiled, which he interpreted as mockery. They, of 
course, were playing a game, well calculated and precise. They wanted to be 
domineering only to a point, then they wanted to be domineered. If Al was 
man enough to take what he wanted, they would be satisfied-and so would he. 
In their minds men were meant to be sexually aggressive; until they were, 
the twins played games with them. 

Flames soared through Al's body as the anger within him grew. His cock had 
become limp and that made him even angrier. Suddenly, glaring rage at the 
girls, looking from one to the other of their contemptuous expressions, he 
sat up on his knees, then lurched forward with outstretched fingers and 
forward thrust arms. His hands reached toward their crotches which he 
touched and gouged into at the same precise moment. His two middle fingers 
worked into their cunts as, with a flying leap, he propelled onto the bed 
between them, one leg between Lila's legs, the other between Lola's. His 
face landed breast level. He first sucked in Lola's nipple, then Lila's as 
his fingers explored as deeply into their cunts as he could reach. 

"My God, I'm going to fuck the bejesus out of the two of you!" Al roared, 
and lapped again at their tits as he crammed his hands up their cunts. 

That was precisely what they wanted him to do, although they reacted with 
indifferent expressions. They were even able to momentarily control the 
excitement that charged through them as his fingers searched into their 
sensitive cunts and his mouth licked their tingling tits. 

He chose Lola as his first victim. Releasing his cunt hold on each, he 
scampered to his feet, straddled Lola's body, and scooted toward her face, 
his half-hard cock in his hand. He put his other hand beneath her head and 
pulled it to his cock. Then he ran the cockhead over his lips and around her 
face until its hardness returned. When he no longer had to hold it, he took 
his hand from his cock and caught her jaw in a vise-like grip with his 
fingers, forcing her to open her mouth. He shoved his cock into her throat 
as far as it would go. Then, reaching to the side and back, he again 
fingered into Lila's cunt while he thrust his pelvis back and forth so that 
his cock would slip in and out of Lola's throat. 

Once his cock had reached maximum hardness, he withdrew it from Lola's mouth 
and practically leaped over to straddle Lila's body, scooting down until he 
was below her legs, then he forced his knees between them and hoisted her 
legs back so that he could direct his cock into her cunt. He ordered her to 
put it in place. 

As he shoved his cock forward so that it slid into the full area of her 
vagina, Al began a forward and backward movement. "Suck on your sister's 
boobies," he commanded Lola. She did without question, moving her body close 
enough to his that he could once more reach his hand into her cooze without 
missing a stroke of his furious pumping. 

The sight of Lola nursing on her sister's breasts and the angered thrusting 
with which his cock attacked Lila's cunt quickly brought his responsive 
juices to a fevered pitch. As he felt the moment of ejaculation build with a 
fiery sting that tore at every nerve end within him, he slackened his 
pumping and ultimately eased his cock from Lila's writhing snatch. 

He got back on his knees. "All right, stand up." As he ordered Lila, he 
lifted Lola into a crouching position with her ass up and her head down 
forward. Before either of the girls was certain what was happening, Al found 
Lola's cunt opening and thrust his cock inside until her ass was pushed 
against his pubic hair. He let it remain like that as he ordered Lila to 
stand and straddle her sister's body. 

Lila stood before him and spread the lips of her cunt, as she was told, so 
that he could lick his tongue into it. Now as he flicked his tongue in and 
out, he began a steady pumping motion with his hips as his cock slid over 
her slippery shaft and back out again. The harder he pumped the more violent 
his tongue action in Lila's cunt became. He half held himself into position 
and half caressed with his hands, one on Lila, the other on Lola. In only a 
matter of moments all three were shot to erotic heights as the bed-springs 
ground with the sexual motion of their three bodies in accelerated activity. 
Both girls began to squeal and grunt, their breath coming in panting sobs 
and sharp shrills. 

Once again that wonderful sensation of near climax screamed within Al's body 
as if every atom was aglow and ready to be fired through the hollow cannon 
of his cock. Now he was sweating, his body as wet as the girls' thighs. The 
thrusting in and out of his cock made a popping sound. Lola was twisting and 
twirling, moving her butt to meet his hip movement, and Lila was spastic 
with undulations as his tonguing into her cunt caused her to tremble and 
scream in response. 

With his tongue buried in Lila's cunt, he was unable to speak, but he did 
groan, and his grunting was so fierce that he sounded like a wild animal. 
Now! Now, he could feel the lightning of release as it shot up from his toes 
and flashed through his body like a Roman candle being shot off. He flipped 
and yanked, pinched the girls' flesh and jerked his pelvis with such 
explosive thrusts that he nearly knocked Lola out of position. 

The explosion was deafening! He pulled his face from Lila's cunt long enough 
to cry out. Sensing that she, too, had erupted again, he buried his face in 
her wet snatch and clung to her hips as his body began to sag. 

Feeling the onrush of Al's load of come, Lola, too, climaxed. As the spasms 
of release stopped spiraling through her, she fell forward, nearly dragging 
Al with her until his cock snapped out of her cunt. 

Al slid down Lila's legs and she fell onto the bed next to her sister. The 
girls wrapped themselves in each other to bring themselves down. Al sat with 
his head resting against the side of the mattress, panting as deep gasps of 
breath sobbed up from his gut. 

Finally, leaving the girls cuddled in each other, Al managed to pull himself 
up, stagger into the living room and find his clothes. With shirt unbuttoned 
and shorts only partially zipped, he reeled out into the night. The touch of 
cold air helped to revive him. But no matter how much it stimulated him, he 
was ready for bed and a sound sleep. 

The Porters' cabin was dark. He dropped his shorts and shirt in the living 
room and stepped out of his shower shoes, tiptoeing to the bedroom. He 
climbed into bed without making a sound or creaking a spring. 

"Is that you, darling? I've been waiting for you," Grace said in eager 
tones. "I got all rested up for you. Honey? Honey?? Well now, Al, I know 
those mineral baths can't knock you out that fast. Honey?" 

FIVE 

Grace Porter did not get any the night before. Al was exhausted and he 
pretended sleep. In fact, he slept late the next morning and merely mumbled 
when Grace questioned when he intended to get up. She lay in bed beside him, 
studied his naked back, even played her fingers over it, and kissed the 
cheeks of his ass. He only twitched with annoyance and grumbled something 
obscene. 

"God dammit, Grace," he shouted, turning his face toward her, "go fuck the 
entire health spa if you're so bitchin' horny, but leave me and my ass alone 
so I can get some rest." 

Grace's hand had been pried under his body, groping for his cock. She jerked 
her hand out and flipped over into a sitting position on the edge of the 
bed. Looking back at her husband's naked body, she felt a certain anger, but 
she attempted to understand. She got up, stretched and went into the 
bathroom to take a shower. Standing before the bathroom mirror, she admired 
her body. It was made for sex and pleasure and that was it! By God, if Al 
wanted her to go out and fuck the entire spa, she would! She pinched her 
nipples and wiggled in response before adjusting the shower and getting 
under the tepid stream of water. 

The soap sudsing over her body only added to stimulate her already aroused 
nerve ends. She was horny, there was no doubt about that. Rubbing the oval 
cake of soap up her thighs, she allowed it to penetrate into her cunt, over 
the lips and around and finally into the vaginal shaft. Her blood was 
perking. As she rinsed out her snatch, she played with it, arousing herself 
to even hotter degrees. 

After drying irerself, she went back into the bedroom. Al was still rolled 
over onto his stomach, snoring up a storm. She put on her face and dressed 
in a flimsy outfit, a formless dress that hit her just below her crotch. 
Deciding not to wear panties or hose, she donned a picture hat and, taking 
her purse, left the cabin and strolled toward the restaurant. There were 
very few people around. The restaurant was empty. She did not wait. 

In the parking lot, Grace observed the twins, Lola and Lila, getting into a 
car and screeching rubber as they careened out. She looked after them, then 
turned to observe the solitary figure of Dick Kray, Lola's husband, as he 
crossed from the parking lot and went toward the Travis' cabin. Apparently 
the twins had gone into Palm Springs, leaving their spouses at home. That 
was a possibility to look into. Nonetheless, she decided to drive into town 
for breakfast, even though it was nearly noon. 

Grace saw several attractive, sexy-looking men while in town, but none with 
whom she could establish contact. As a matter-of-fact, most of them were 
attached to other possessive females. Grace decided to bide her time, even 
though the sight of such men turned her thoughts to imagining them naked 
with their cocks plugged into her cunt, or stuffed in her mouth, or some 
other places. By the time she arrived back at the health spa she was ready 
to climb the walls. 

Her first inclination was to go for a massage with Harry Maples, who was 
good for at least one cuntful of come. But, checking his schedule, she 
discovered he was full up. She returned to her cabin only to find Al gone 
and a note saying that he had hitched a ride into Palm Springs with the 
Jackmans. For an instant a prurient thought flashed into her mind. She tried 
to imagine what it would be like for both her husband and Ray Jackman to 
fuck Sarah at the same time. Although that was a possibility, she concluded 
that it would either cure Sarah or kill her, and Grace's money was on the 
latter. She smiled to herself and went out to sit by the pool. 

Stretching herself casually in a chair, her legs forward, she was certain 
that the hem of her dress was just barely below the hair of her crotch. Any 
slight breeze would blow it up and expose her crack. There was no wind 
whatsoever. Very few people were out in the afternoon sun. It was quiet. No 
one to observe, even if the wind did come to blow up Grace's dress. 

She almost decided to go into the cabin, get her old trusty hairbrush and 
apply the handle of it to her cunt to relieve some of the pressure that was 
just about to drive her out of her mind. However, before she pulled her legs 
in from their outstretched position, she was distracted by the sound of a 
cabin door being opened, followed by the raucous explosion of salacious male 
laughter. Moving her eyes beneath her dark sunglasses,-she saw Dick Kray 
emerging from the Travis' cabin followed by Pete Travis. Both men were 
wearing only swimming trunks, shower shoes on their feet, and towels draped 
over their shoulders. They appeared a bit giddy; apparently they had been 
drinking and were not feeling a great deal of pain. Neither man was a Mr. 
America type, but they were good specimens of virile manhood. 

They were carrying drinks which they took with them to an umbrella-covered 
table about twenty-five feet from where Grace was sitting. They slouched in 
the chairs, oblivious to her presence. Their laughter continued between 
segments of conversation. Grace wished that she was closer so that she could 
hear the whole conversation. She was certain they were joking about sex. 
Didn't all men? 

Dick Kray stretched his long legs forward, his rump on the very edge of the 
chair, reaching his toes toward the pool a few feet beyond. The bulge of his 
crotch protruded upwards. He rubbed his hands down his thighs and back up 
again until he scratched at his cock as if adjusting it. Then, almost 
self-consciously, he turned to see if anyone had seen him manipulating his 
instrument of pleasure. He reddened as he saw Grace. Drawing the leg nearest 
her back toward him, he nudged Pete. Pete looked over at Grace. She 
pretended not to see them. Scooting down further in her chair, she managed 
to pull the hem of her dress up so that she was certain some pussy hair was 
showing. Pete nudged Dick. The boys laughed and drank. 

Grace sat there several minutes, putting on a peep show for the boys, all 
the time pretending not to notice their presence. Then, on a whim, she 
spread her legs wide in their direction, but only for a moment as she 
prepared to get out of the chair. She could tell by the gurgling sounds and 
the gasps that came from them that they had seen what she had wanted them to 
see. 

She stood up and, with accentuated hip movement, crossed to her cabin. The 
men followed her with their eyes. Then they returned to their laughing and 
drinking. 

Grace concluded that the twins kept their husbands pretty much drained of 
semen. From her window she could see them by the pool. Impulsively, she 
decided that somehow she was going to have the two of them-at one time, and 
maybe drag another woman in on the act for a little four-way session. The 
more she anticipated such an arrangement, the more tingly she became. She 
slipped out of her dress and paraded around the cabin nude as she conceived 
a plan. Then, putting on her skimpiest bikini, and an ample sprinkling of 
perfume, she returned to the pool area, only to find that the men had 
disappeared. 

Grace was just about to stroll out in search of them, when Mae Maples came 
out of the restaurant. She had closed up shop for the day and was going to 
take a break before she took care of her massage appointments. Mae, also 
bikini attired, waved at Grace and the latter moved to join her. 

"What's happening?" the genial hostess asked. 

"Not a goddamn thing." 

Mae detected boredom in Grace's voice. "Well, make something happen." Mae 
was always super-positive, a trait that sometimes annoyed other woman. 

"You got a magic wand or something?" 

Grace's eyes ran over Mae's body as she spoke. She was not usually attracted 
to women's bodies, but she was the sort who would take sexual relief where 
she could get it, and she had found that women were also more durable than 
men. What Grace needed was a nice long sex session that afternoon. 

"No, but if you'd tell me what kind of action you're looking for," Mae 
smiled, "maybe I can help you find it." 

Grace eyed her suspiciously. She had heard tales that the Maples swung in 
all directions, since being versatile satisfied their various customers. 
"I'll put it to you straight, Mrs. Maples." 

"Call me Mae." 

"Okay, Mae." Grace returned the smile. "My old man's gone into Palm Springs 
and I'm as hot as a firecracker, if you know what I mean. Any suggestions?" 

Mae's expression did not alter. "Why don't you join me for a nice refreshing 
swim?" 

"A swim?" 

"Ever had an underwater massage?" 

Grace's eyes began to light up. That was something she had not considered. 
"Can't say that I have." 

Mae took her by the hand and pulled her to the edge of the pool. After 
another encouraging smile, Mae released her hand and dived into the water. 
Grace shrugged and followed her. Both women had short hair, so they didn't 
bother with bathing caps. Mae swam like an eel, darting through the water 
with amazing speed. Grace was a good swimmer, too. The two passed each other 
several times, just barely touching. Finally, they stopped to catch their 
breath, resting between the four and five mark of the pool. Mae swam up to 
meet Grace, putting her hands on each side of her as she reached to catch 
the rail, her arms lightly touching against Grace's shoulders. Grace 
responded by lifting her hands toward Mae and placing them on her tits. Mae 
smiled in approval. 

"You swing with girls?" 

Grace was only slightly embarrassed. "I have-but I prefer men." 

"So do I," Mae giggled, "But a change is sometimes fun." She took her hands 
from the rail and ran them over Grace's shoulders and onto her chest until 
she, too, was able to feel the fullness of her breasts. They each caressed 
each other, eventually reaching their fingers under the underside of their 
bikini bras to force those garments up so they could get a good feel of 
naked tits. "You have nice breasts." 

"Honey, yours are no acorns, either. Your playing with mine gets me hotter 
than hell." Grace stared intently at Mae. "Isn't there someplace we could go 
where you could suck on them, and I could suck on yours?" 

"Sure." As Mae thought, Grace released her hand on one of Mae's tits and 
slid it down her body and under her bikini bottoms. Grace's middle finger 
immediately slid into the slit of Mae's cunt, pushed in and eased down until 
she had a whole handful. "Ooo, that tickles." 

"Get a feel of mine, will you?" Grace wiggled. The touch of both Mae's tits 
and snatch sent ripples of excitement through each of them. When Mae jabbed 
her finger under Grace's panties and penetrated into her opening, Grace 
jerked and wiggled to stretch her cunt so that Mae could feel in further. 

After groping each other for several minutes until each were quivering in 
anticipation, Mae suddenly ducked under the water and followed the contour 
of Grace's body until she got down to her pussy. She pulled the panties back 
and down so that she could put her mouth to Grace's cunt. Penetrating her 
tongue, she licked in along the cunt lips. 

Grace leaned casually against the side of the pool, her arms stretched on 
either side of her, her bra floating loosely in front of her. Mae's presence 
at her crotch had sent her into ecstasy. She closed her eyes and threw her 
head back. 


THE END
