Orgy Fetish Freak
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

 SPECIAL REPORT - on the sizzling swap meets of suburban swingers! 

They are everywhere, in Anytown, in your town. That respectable husband and 
father and pillar of the community - that wholesomely sexy housewife next 
door -- people you'd never suspect of being sex-mad sensualists! 

The lid is ripped off the naked truth about suburban swinging in these three 
hard-hitting personal confessions: 

 "TWO ON ONE" - A lovely young wife burning with lesbian desire -- a 
seductive bi-housewife - and a lustful, stud husband --three parts of a 
torrid triangle! 

 "ADULTERY" - secrets of the swingers stripped bare as you experience a 
wife-swapping meet that flames into orgy! 

 "SPANKING" - the tasty teen daughter of decadent debauchees desires 
discipline, domination, kinky sex! 

 SPECIAL REPORT - reveals the naked truth! 

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TWO ON ONE 

On my back on the living room couch, wrapped in the loving embrace of his 
passionate bi-wife, Monica-- 

That's where Vance caught me. Caught us. 

At first, I didn't know how long he'd been standing there, watching. Long 
enough for Monica and me to get naked. 

Saturday afternoon in summer, early afternoon, a little after one. An 
afternoon like so many others Monica and I had shared during the last two 
weeks, since beginning our affair. 

But this afternoon was different. 

This time, we got caught. 

Vance shouldn't have been there. He was supposed to be spending a rare 
afternoon at the country club, taking in eighteen holes of golf. That's what 
Monica assured me. I had no reason to doubt her. 

I figured she didn't want our affair to be discovered any more than I did. 

I was free-for the day. 

Mark, my husband, had gone to the office today. The business was closed, but 
he could get in. He's a rising, ambitious young executive on a fast track, 
he has to work twice as hard as his co-workers if he wants to get ahead. 

So he tells me. 

But for all I knew, he might well have been visiting a girlfriend. 

Which was fine with me. Especially since I took up with Monica. And she took 
up with me. It was Monica who'd made most of the moves. 

She was beautiful and passionate and knew just how to turn me on in bed. Her 
loving was pure heaven. 

Monica and her husband, Vance, made their home in the same affluent suburban 
town where Mark and I lived. 

But their house was bigger, located in a ritzier section of this town of 
Tall Hills. Mark and I are financially comfortable but striving; 

Monica and Vance are well to do. 

Of course, that couple is about ten years older than Mark and I, so it's not 
like Vance is any mere of an achiever than Mark. He's just been around 
longer. 

And knows more tricks. 

I found that out, fast! 

Monica had me spellbound-not only that afternoon, but even before we began 
our affair. 

She's in her mid-thirties, a housewife and mother, with two teen kids. 
Though you'd never know it, to see her. 

She's a sunny, classy blonde with hair like honey and wholesome, apple pie 
good looks. A green-eyed blonde with a face that looks five years younger 
than her real age, and a strong, firm, sensational physique which would be a 
credit to a woman of any age. 

She's five and a half feet tall, thick blonde hair parted down the middle of 
her scalp, framing her heart-shaped face, hair curling up in a flip at the 
edges. Her face is smooth and pink and youthful, except for a network of 
fine lines at the corners of her eyes and lips. 

Pink lips, rich and ripe and moist, so full that they look like they're 
pouting, lips of pink velvet ... 

Lips that thrilled me with lingering kisses that caressed my naked skin. 

We were both eager. A few days too many 

-had passed since we'd been together-in bed, that is. 

Strewn on the floor by the couch were two sets of clothes and undies, mine 
and hers, left where they'd fallen from our bodies. 

A short-sleeved emerald dress of some fine thin slinky fabric; a lacy white 
bra; pink panties; slippers-- 

Monica's clothes. 

Short-sleeved white blouse trimmed with navy blue piping; pair of hiphugging 
high-waisted blue slacks; white nylon bra; white panties; shoes- 

My clothes. 

I lay on my back, on the couch. Naked. 

Monica lay on top of me, just as nude. 

The couch was velvet cushioned under me. On top of me, Monica's skin was 
smoother than silk. 

She had big round breasts, high and firm, yet full, tipped with dark pink 
pebbled nipples. 

Her body was full-fleshed, well conditioned, round, firm. She had a narrow 
waist, wide pink hips, strong shapely legs. 

I squirmed under her. 

Standing side by side, I'm taller by a few inches. I'm twenty-six, close to 
ten years younger than she. 

I'm long and lean and long-legged, with pert, pointy breasts, a slim torso, 
round hips, and long, long legs. 

Monica's skin is all pink and smooth. She colors easily. A pink-skinned 
blonde. 

I'm much more fair-skinned, my flesh is almost white, even though I'm a 
brunette whose hair is inky black. The hair on my head, and between my legs. 

My skin, so white, makes all my features stand out. My hair is sleek, 
glossy, cut short, reaching to my jawline. 

My brows are a pair of thick straight lines. Thick lashes border my 
blue-gray eyes. I have a thin nose, Semitic, hawk-like. My long thin lips 
are naturally red, even without lipstick. 

My nipples are brown, so brown and dark that they stand out against my white 
breasts like a pair of rubber plugs. 

As she got on top of me, Monica mounted me face to face. 

We wouldn't stay that way for long. 

But it was nice to start off by kissing mouth to mouth. Soon enough, our 
mouths would be kissing . . .other places. 

Monica's flesh pressed me down into the cushions. The touch of her bare skin 
on mine was a thousand little caresses. 

Each time she moved, another thousand tiny caresses thrilled me. 

Her round, full bosom rolled over my sharper, pointier breasts. Her stiff 
nipples throbbed. So did mine. 

Her crotch pressed my own. She rubbed against me. 

Her bush rubbed, merged with my own. I lay with one leg on the couch and the 
other leg dangling off the edge, foot on the floor. 

Monica's strong legs pressed together, between my spread legs. She was 
short, her feet pressed against the bolstered couch arm. When I stretched 
out like that, I had to drape my feet over the edge to fit. 

My skin was hot, sensitive. My nipples were so stiff that they were aching 
points of soreness. 

Between the legs, in my sex, oozed thick hot moisture. 

My pussy lips were all sensitive, quivering. 

Monica tilted her hips and pressed her mound into mine, sliding her sexlips 
along my own, making me gasp. 

She rubbed her crotch against mine, our cunt lips merging, smearing each 
other's sex with our own juices. 

My hands fastened on her rump. Her bottom was plump but not fat, sassily 
full, a pair of handfuls of buttery bottom flesh. 

I took hold of her cheeks, one in each hand. I pulled her closer, kneading 
her buttocks. They flexed, tightening. 

Monica pressed her palms to my face, my cheeks, then kissed my mouth. 

Closing my eyes, I parted my lips, dreamily surrendering to the pleasure. 

Her lips glued to mine. Her breath, hot and sweet, billowed into my mouth. 
Followed by her tongue. 

Mine's long and pointed; hers is thick and fat, with a blunt round edge. I'm 
already quite expert on the subject of her tongue-- 

Her tongue having expertly impassioned and pleasured me. 

She put her tongue in my mouth, sliding it on mine, tasting the sweetness of 
my saliva, saliva working in her own mouth as well. 

Long delicious kisses followed. 

Monica's bronze-blonde hair fell on my face, caressing it, smelling sweet. 

As her tongue probed, darting in my mouth, her hips worked, rubbing her cunt 
against mine. 

Between the legs, I was as wet as I was in my mouth; so was Monica. 

I got wetter and hotter as we kissed, rubbed. 

Monica unglued her mouth from mine. My moans sounded louder. 

My head tilted back, tautly cording my neck, while Monica kissed her way 
down it, kissed the top of my chest, too. 

I caressed her hair, neck, shoulders, upper back. 

She squirmed down on the couch, on me, leveling her head with my white 
breasts. 

Her hands fastened on them. I moaned at her touch. 

Monica kneaded the breasts, gently working them, toying with the nipples. I 
gasped. 

I opened my eyes, just a slit, looking down at her hands working on my 
flesh. Small neat hands with strong fingers, their pink nails showing 
rounded tips. On one hand sparkled the hard-edged glinting diamond of an 
engagement ring, on a finger of the other hand blazed the band of gold that 
was her wedding ring. 

And both hands were fastened on my breasts. 

Her fingers thrummed over my stiff nipples. Taking hold of my breasts, 
pushing them together, rubbing them. 

My stiff long brown nipples jutted, side by side. 

Monica nuzzled my breasts, sliding her silk-smooth face, velvet lips, over 
them, frequently returning to the nipples. 

She kissed first one, then the other nipple. 

From between her parted pink lips came her thick fat pink tongue. It flopped 
down on one of my nipples. 

Its rounded edge sawed at the nipple, then tongued its twin. Wetness 
glimmered on the tips of both nipples. 

Monica lived in a split-level ranch house, long, low, sprawling, with its 
living room to one side of its front door. 

The couch on which we lay was close to a wide bay window, whose curtain was 
pulled down to protect our privacy. 

Both Monica's kids were away for the weekend, visiting her sister upstate, 
so there was no worry about their unexpected arrival. 

Wife and mother though she was, Monica cleverly arranged matters so we had 
much free time together. 

An easy feat during the weekdays, when husbands and kids were away at work 
and school, but not so easy at night and on weekends yet Monica could handle 
that, too. A most artful arranger, she was ... 

Just as she had arranged my seduction. 

After the first time, she really had a hold on me. She knew how to make my 
flesh come alive and sing. 

I was spellbound addicted to her firm pink flesh, wicked mouth. 

That mouth fastened on a nipple of mine, pressing it. I moaned. I moaned 
some more as, mouthing the nipple, she licked it, too. 

Her breasts were cushiony pillows of flesh, rolling under her, pressing my 
belly with soft roundness. 

I reached down, rubbed their tops. 

Monica stopped sucking my nipple. It flopped from her mouth. 

"Want some of mine?" she teased. "Mmmmmmm?" 

"Yes, ah, yes!" 

Monica moved back up, back bowing, upper body lifting, positioning her 
breasts dangling over my face. 

My mouth watered. 

My puckered lips pressed hot kisses on the undersides of her mounds. 

Monica swayed her breasts so they slid caressingly across my face and 
kissing mouth, tantalizing me. 

like a hungry infant's, my mouth opened and closed. 

Monica pressed one of her fine fat nipples to my lips. Her skin was a bright 
shiny pink. Her nipples were a warm, dark pink. 

Pink pebbles pasted to the tips of her rounded mounds. 

She stuffed one between my lips and I sucked it. Its throbbing vibrated 
through my mouth, my head. 

My tongue licked the nipple trapped between my lips, while Monica caressed 
my hair, smoothing it off my face and forehead, making soothing murmurs. 

After a while, she freed her nipple. It came loose from my sucking mouth 
with a pop. 

Offering up her other nipple, feeding it to me, silenced my moans. 

Sucking stiff throbbing nipples was heavenly, but I wanted more. Wet heat 
flooded my pussy, whose lips ached with sensitivity, feeling full, swollen. 

Monica detached her nipple. A strand of saliva connected her nipple to my 
lips, pulling longer and thinner as she moved away, until the strand snapped 
and fell back on my mouth. 

Monica kept on moving down on the couch. 

She knelt between my spread legs, stroking my thighs, hips. 

I'm tall and slender, but my hips are nicely rounded. My slit runs long and 
thin on a narrow mound, with a neat tufted silky black bush and a pair of 
delicate sex lips, dark dusky pink. 

Wetness glimmered within my slitted sex, on my breast tips. It was her 
saliva shining on my nipples, but my own juices glistening between my sex. 

Monica's shapely legs were folded under her, pink rounded thighs all taut, 
belly hollowed, sucked in; breasts jutting. 

The living room was dimly lit by natural light filtered through curtained 
windows, creating warm gloom. 

From somewhere distantly in the guts of the house came the muffled pounding 
of central air conditioning, its cooling breezes keeping the living room 
(and the rest of the house) at a pleasant temperature on this sunny, sultry 
day. 

Monica licked her lips, lowered her head. Brazen hair fell forward like 
brassy wings, hiding most of her face. 

Her head went down to my crotch. Hot breath tingled on my sex. 

Monica fastened kissing lips on my pussy- 

The sensation was incredible! 

Moist heat blossomed between my legs, much more than before, and it already 
was simmering before the kisses. 

Waves of pleasure rolled through me. 

I sat up or tried to. I propped myself up on my elbows. Monica lifted her 
face from my crotch. 

Her hands stole a feel of my breasts as she pushed me down on my back. "Just 
enjoy it!" 

"Let me do you, too!" I moaned. "Later." 

"But I want something in my mouth " "Later." 

Her head dipped back between my legs, mouth gluing to my pussy. 

"Oh!" I gasped. "Ooh!" 

Monica held my hips. Her kissing lips grazed up and down my slit, massaging 
it with velvety caresses. 

Her tongue followed where her lips had been. 

She flopped her tongue on my pussy. Her head bobbed as she licked me. Her 
brassy blonde hair swirled across my hips. 

I pushed my pussy up to meet her tongue. 

Her parted lips pressed my pussy lips, while her tongue lanced between. I 
gasped as her tongue entered me. 

Monica put it deep. 

Inside, I was wet, dripping. I got hotter and wetter as her tongue worked. 

Monica lapped juices, rolling her tongue in them, swallowing them down. 

The more she lapped, the more juices flowed. 

I was moaning. 

She took her tongue out of my slit and slid it up to the top, to my pearly 
clitoris, feathering her tongue over it. 

I gasped, crying out with pleasure. 

Monica pursed her lips, pushing them out so their smooth slippery insides 
touched my clitoris. 

She massaged my pleasure button with the insides of her smooth lips. I lay 
back, loving it. 

My eyes were slits, almost closed. I swayed my hips to meet her mouth. My 
stiff-nippled breasts jiggled. 

The nipples ached. 

Monica held my hips while she mouthed ma So, I took hold of my own breasts, 
covering each with a hand. 

I held my breasts so the nipples jutted out from between my fingers. Then I 
pinched them. 

I tried to pinch them according to the way her tongue and lips worked. Each 
time I squeezed, I felt it down in my pussy. 

And each time she licked, I sizzled all the way through me. 

I raised the leg on the couch, bending it at the knee, bracing my foot 
against the arm of the couch. 

My other foot was braced on the floor. I pushed myself to meet her tongue. 

Steady juicy slurping sounds came from her mouth working between my legs. My 
fires burned higher and higher. 

I came. 

When I climaxed, Monica took her tongue off my clitoris. My clit was so 
super-sensitive when I orgasmed, that the slightest touch, no matter how 
airy and feather-light, would be so intense as to be painful. But Monica 
kept her lips pressed to my pussy lips. 

I went all rigid, shaking, moaning. Muscles stood out on my thighs. They 
pressed Monica's head. 

Then my passion peaked. 

I slumped, falling into relief, release. 

All the tension flooded from ma My face was hot, wet, red. I cried out with 
pleasure, then was full of sighs. 

My thighs relaxed their grip on Monica's head. My raised leg unbent and 
flopped down flat on the couch. 

I opened my eyes, to slits. 

They took a second to focus. Monica kissed my pussy, then lifted her head as 
she sat up straight, kneeling between my spread legs on the couch, her legs 
folded under her, her round bottom resting on her heels. 

I was all dreamy, floating, satisfied ... yet already, I wanted more. 

Monica held her arms out, sliding her hands up my hips, over my belly, up to 
my breasts, fastening her hands on them. 

She massaged my breasts, pressing, rolling them. 

I looked up at Monica. 

She was gorgeous. She looked like the picture of passion. 

Her pink face was ruddy, misted with sweat, glistening with my juices around 
mouth and chin. 

Her full-lipped mouth was curved in a smile, while her heavy-lidded eyes 
looked down at me, smoldering. 

It was unusual for Monica to just do me, without mounting me to be done 
herself, while she was doing, that is. 

I knew she would have a big appetite for delight. That was fine with me. I 
wanted to please, pleasure, satisfy her. 

I wanted to lick and suck her breasts. I wanted my cheeks cheeks of my 
face-to feel the pressing hug of her thighs as I fastened my mouth to her 
pussy. I wanted my mouth filled with her hot, wet cunt. 

I smiled up at her. 

A shadow crossed her face, a rippling emotion which increased with each 
passing heartbeat. 

Her heavy-lidded eyes and her wet mouth flowered wide, surprised. She went 
tight. Surprise, confusion, alarm! 

"Monica! What's wrong " 

She stared over me, facing the front hall beyond the living room archway. 
Her expression frightened me. 

I squirmed to a sitting position. Pleasure still sparked and flared between 
my legs as I moved, but not for long. 

Not when I saw what Monica saw-Vance! 

Vance, her husband! Vance, who was supposed to be out on the golf links 
miles away now, at the country club! 

Only he was here, in his own home, standing in the hall, hands on hips. 

Monica and I both squealed. 

With capture came guilt. We both parted from each other, in a tangle of arms 
and legs and tits and asses. 

"Surprise!" Vance said. 

Caught! 

 PART TWO 

You could say that it all started the first time Monica seduced me, some two 
weeks or so before that fateful Saturday afternoon. 

But, really, it went back a lot farther than that ... 

. . .Back to when I was just a girl, a youngster only a few hairs this side 
of puberty, on the night when I slept over at my friend Eugenie's house. 

Eugenie was French-American. Her father was French, mother American. Her 
father was assigned to the French diplomatic corps, serving in posts in 
different parts of the world. 

On this assignment, he was stationed in the States for a year or so, so he'd 
taken a house in the suburbs outside the city, and brought his family with 
him. 

Eugenie, his daughter, was in my class at private school. Her older sister 
attended some junior college, while a brother in his late teens had stayed 
behind to live with relatives in France. 

Eugenie and I were fast friends. We were inseparable. 

Eugenie was about five and a half feet tall, nubile, with light brown hair 
cut short and fluffy and boyish over a fine featured face. Her eyes were 
yellow-brown. Depending on her mood, or the surroundings, the eyes ranged 
from gold to chestnut in coloring. Her nose was sassily snubbed, and she had 
a sensitive, full-lipped, quivering little cupid's-bow of a mouth. 

Her limbs were shapely. Eugenie was well developed for her tender age. We 
both were in our very early teens. 

VERY young teens! 

Like all girls (or boys) at that awkward age, I was obsessively curious, 
fascinated, and concerned not only with my developing body, but with the 
various bodies of classmates, teachers, adults-everybody! 

Many times in class-this private junior high was an all-girls day school, 
not a boarding school I covertly examined and inspected my classmates, 
staring at a flat chest here, the sassy tilt of a breast there, the sweep of 
a muscular thigh or calf. 

I compared our budding physiques with those of our teachers. We were flowers 
that were just opening. 

Eugenie opened my flower. 

Maybe girls from France mature faster, physically and mentally, than girls 
do here, or maybe it was just Eugenie herself. 

It was in gym class, in locker and shower rooms, where I had the best chance 
of checking out my classmates. 

I'd time things so I started dressing or undressing depending on whether it 
was the start or finish of the class a minute or so behind the others, so 
they'd already be undressing. 

In the shower room was where you saw what everybody really had, without 
concealing clothes, padded bras, and the like. 

The range of development went from a handful of girls who hadn't yet had 
their first periods (poor things! they were so anxious, and so often 
teased!) to one or two girls who had almost womanly bodies. 

I was budding, with small plum-sized titties, long lean physique, long legs, 
and a small dark tufted bush on my narrow pussy mound. 

Eugenie was shorter, stockier, more muscular. She had pear-shaped and 
pear-sized breasts, a muscular back, round ripe high rump, muscular thighs 
and calves. Her nipples were brown, darker even than mine, her breasts much 
fuller. And her bush was womanly, a big fat curly brown patch of fur. 

Eugenie. 

Many girls dressed quickly, but not Eugenie. She liked to parade nude around 
the locker room, walking around as unconcernedly as if she were fully 
clothed. The way she moved, she had to be very aware of her body. 

Some girls teased her, and told her to save it for the boys. Eugenie took 
their kidding good naturedly. 

Not that she was all sugar and spice. When crossed, she could be a real 
hellcat, and the bully girls left her alone, foreigner or not. 

She caught me looking at her-naked, I mean. 

I was embarrassed to be caught staring and looked away. Even then, I was 
unsure of what I really wanted. 

All I knew was that ever since my body changed, strange feelings had come 
over me. 

Eugenie knew better, of course. She was more experienced in these things. 

Anyway, she started up a conversation. She was very hip and funny and 
charming, with a reckless streak I envied. 

Eugenie was not one for wasting time. 

The first night I ever slept over as her houseguest, she seduced me. 

It was a fine big house on a green hill where such houses were to be found, 
a house of brick and white columns in front. Not quite a mansion, but 
almost. 

It had lots of rooms which weren't used, places to hide, and so on. 

Having my parents' permission to sleep over, I went to Eugenie's house after 
school on Friday. 

After dinner, we hung out and she showed me around the house. 

On the third floor, a lot of rooms were unused. Some of them were empty and 
bare even of carpeting, others had old furniture. 

Eugenie and I went in a small room with faded wallpaper with roses on it, 
and an old horsehide sofa. 

We'd changed from our school clothes into more comfortable stuff. 

She wore a floppy red short-sleeved sweatshirt and a pair of tight faded 
jeans. Oddly, they were American, not French jeans-funny, how the mind picks 
up details like that and never forgets them. 

I wore a white blouse with pink piping, and a fluffy pink mini-skirt, ankle 
socks, and shiny red shoes with sharp-pointed toes and flat heels and little 
red leather straps that fastened across the tops of my feet. 

Eugenie sneaked a cigarette, smoked it. Her mother didn't allow her to 
smoke, so she had to filch cigarette and matches from downstairs. 

Eugenie's family had a couple of servants. That really fascinated me. My 
daddy wasn't rich, but he was well to do. We had a maid who came in a couple 
of days a week, but Eugenie's family had two live-in servants, one middle 
aged an a bit sour, the other young and pretty. 

It seemed like each time we found a nice private place, one or another of 
the servants, or Eugenie's younger brother and sisters, came along. But up 
here, in this deserted part of the third floor, it was nice and quiet. 

We sat by the window, on the floor, backs against the wall. A window was 
open to let the smell of smoke out. 

It was twilight and the window looked west so we could see a strip of bright 
hot orange at the horizon where the sun was sinking. 

I took a few puffs of the cigarette and nearly coughed my lungs out. 

Eugenie, grinning, shushed me, then smugly demonstrated her superior 
technique, smoking away like an old veteran. 

I said I didn't know how she could stand to smoke. 

"It's fun, when you get used to it. like lots of things!" 

She spoke with an accent, musical and charming. 

Under her sweatshirt, she was braless. Her breasts swayed freely under the 
garment, nuzzling their nipples against fleecy red fabric. 

We talked and talked and talked, about boys and sex and other girls. 

Eugenie wasn't so interested in talking about boys-there were few of them 
that we knew, anyhow, but we both knew lots of girls, and talked all about 
them: 

What this one wore, what that one said, this one was no good, that one was 
sweet, this one had big tits, etc. 

I was a bit shocked-and excited-by Eugenie's frank way of discussing the 
other girls in our grade. 

She had a real eye for detail, and she would make comments like, say, "This 
one has great legs," "that one has an exquisite face," "this one has great 
big haunches, like a cow," "that one has the cutest little ass!" 

"Wow!" I said. "You don't miss a trick, do you?! " 

"Not a trick," she said. "That's why I have the cutest girl in our grade 
right up here with me!" 

"Oh, stop teasing me!" 

"I like to tease you," she said. 

She kissed me on the lips. 

"Why did you do that, Eugenie?" 

"Because I wanted to. You wanted it, too. You liked it!" 

"Girls don't kiss each other!" 

She laughed. "Mon dieu! You have a lot to learn!" 

"Oh?" 

"I'll be your teacher." 

"And what will you teach me?' 

Her face got intent. Her face reminded me of a movie of a fox I had seen on 
a TV nature special. Her eyes glowed, like the fox's had. 

"I'll teach you how to love!" 

I tried to make light of it. "Oh, you French think you know everything there 
is to know about love!" 

"We do. Love, and loving. I'll show you." 

She cupped my chin, lifted my head, moved her face close to mine until the 
sight of it blocked out all else. 

My face got red and hot and tingling. My mouth was dry. 

"What-" I faltered, tried again. "What are you going to do, Eugenie?" 

"When two girls like each other like we do, they should show it!" 

She kissed my lips. 

Her lips were warm, moist, pliant. They pressed mine. She breathed deeply, 
nostrils flaring, her hot breath playing on my face. 

Her lips parted and her tongue dabbed out, probing my lips. 

By accident or design, her hand brushed my titties. My nipples stiffened. 
More heat flared up in me. 

But still, I wouldn't open my mouth for her tongue. 

She withdrew her lips from mine. 'Don't you know how to kiss?" "Of course I 
do?" 

"So, why do you keep your mouth closed?" "What are you going to do, put your 
tongue in?" "Oui!" 

"Silly! Girls don't kiss like that!" My laughter was nervous. 

"Don't they? I do. Don't you like me, cherie?" 

"You know better than to even ask that, Eugenie!" 

"Then why are you so cold to me?" 

She pouted. I said, "Girls aren't supposed to kiss with tongues!" 

"They are, when they like each other like we do," she said. "Perhaps you 
would rather be up here with a boy than with me?" 

The way she said it, she was so serious that I knew what I had to answer. 

"There's no boy I like better than you," I said, "no girl, either! I I'm not 
sure what you want from me, but I'd do anything, anything at all! 

"Here, I'll prove it!" 

And I kissed her mouth, with my mouth open. 

I don't know what got into me, because I'm not the bold type by nature. But 
I was all excited, filled with strange yearnings, excitingly confused. 

Eugenie was surprised for about a heartbeat. 

Then she embraced me and REALLY kissed me! 

It was a kiss that was a kiss. She leaned into me, fastening her open lips 
to mine, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. 

Having a tongue exploring, tasting, probing my mouth, was a wild sensation-- 

Made so much wilder by it being a girl's tongue! 

I'd kissed one or two boys like this, but it had meant nothing to me, 
nothing at all, leaving me cold. 

But Eugenie's kisses turned me on. 

At first, she was greedy. Her tongue thrust deep, rolled over mine, tasting, 
licking. probing. 

I was a little scared by her passion. But the scariness was a turn-on, too. 

I was still kind of confused, I wasn't sure what we would do. Now, I wasn't 
stupid, young though I was. 

I knew-academically-the facts of life, the mechanics of the sex act, how the 
male sticks his erect penis in the female's vagina, and so on ... 

And I knew about lesbians, too, girls who liked girls, since I'd seen a 
couple of bedroom scenes in movies. But those mcvies were only R-rated and 
they just showed naked girls kissing and licking each other's boobies, and 
never really showed what it was like when they went all the way. 

Eugenie calmed down a bit. She still breathed hard, but she wasn't so 
frantic. 

She pressed the mounds of her breasts against my titties. 

My nipples jutted like pencil erasers from my plum-sized titties. Eugenie 
pressed her palms to my face, kissing my mcuth between them. 

She finally took her mouth off mine. Her lips were wet; wetness shone around 
her mouth. Her eyes shone. 

"Sweet," she murmured, "so sweet ... " 

She kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose. I closed my eyes, and she 
planted little kisses on their lids. 

My head tilted back. Eugenie kissed my neck, licked it. Her hand reached for 
the top button of my blouse. 

She opened my blouse down to the middle. My titties were fitted into the 
white cotton cups of a thin, summery bra, a bra worn more for the sake of 
modesty than support, since my small titties were so high and firm that they 
needed no support. 

Eugenie slid her hand inside the top of my blouse, looking in my eyes. She 
stroked the tender tops of my titties. 

She opened the blouse down to where it was tucked into the top of my skirt, 
peeling back the fabric folds. 

She took hold of my titties, softly kneading them like they were small furry 
little creatures requiring delicate handling. 

Her fingers slipped inside a bra cup, contacting bare flesh. 

Excitement pierced me, reaching all the way down into my pussy. I felt hot, 
feverish. Sweat beaded my forehead. 

Her fingers felt for my nipple, found, tweaked it. 

I moaned some more. 

Keeping one hand on my titty, her other hand drifted down to my thighs, 
stroking them through my skirt, rubbing them. 

The skirt rose up as she stroked, climbing higher and higher, baring my 
white thin thighs up to the leg openings of my panties. 

It was very still in the room. Her breathing and mine sounded hoarse, 
rasping. 

Her hand drifted between my legs-- 

"Girls! Girls! Where are you!" 

I jumped. It was one of the maid's, the big buxom one named Tilda, and she 
was on this floor, calling for us. 

"Merde!" Eugenie cursed, her foxy face stamped with strong passions, anger, 
frustration. 

She jumped up. Guiltily I straightened up, trembling fingers fumbling with 
the buttons of my blouse. 

Tilda was going down the hall, opening doors and looking into them to see if 
we were there. 

Eugenie darted to the door, opened it, stuck her head in the hall. 

"What is it?! " she demanded, in a tone that was peeved. 

"Dinnertime!" Tilda called. 

"We'll be right down!" she said, then, sticking her head back into the room, 
muttered to me: 

"Damn! That cow would have to come along just now!" 

"We'd better go,' I quavered. "Better fix your blouse first." "Huh?" 

"You buttoned it wrong," she said. 

Sure enough, I had. My blouse was disarrayed, and I'm sure I looked guilty 
as hell, too not to mention disappointed. 

Whatever was going to happen between Eugenie and me would have to happen 
later, after dinner. 

Which it did. 

 PART THREE 

You never saw anybody get undressed and ready for bed faster than Eugenie 
and I did that night. 

We wasted no time. Or, rather, Eugenie wasted no time in getting us both 
ready. She lead, and I followed. That burst of boldness which made kiss 
Eugenie with my mouth open, had deserted me, and I'd returned to my usual 
passive self. But I liked it that way. I was content to drift along on the 
current, letting Eugenie carry me where she liked, no matter where that 
might be. 

She lived like a little princess. Well, so did I, to be honest-I was 
especially pampered by my parents. Eugenie was equally pampered, but her 
folks had more money, and that high-living European style, so she lived 
imagine. 

Her room was like a room in a palace. It was maybe too imagine for my 
tastes. But what a beautiful bed! 

"Like it?" 

"I love it!" I said, running my fingers over the head of it. 

"It's antique," Eugenie said proudly, standing with her hands held behind 
her back, rocking a little on her heels. 

The bed frame was made of some pale green metal, a huge bed with a tall and 
imagine headstand and footstand. It was all ornate grillework and little 
curlicues and pieces of thin metal exquisitely shaped and curved in flower 
forms, green metal shaped like tendrils, leaves, vines, and so forth. What 
you would call Art Nouveau style. It was beautiful. 

"Let's put on our nighties now," she said. 

"All right." 

Eugenie skipped to the door and locked it. When she came back to me, her 
eyes were merry, swimming with mischief. 

And other, deeper emotions ... urges. 

(I wonder how I looked to her?) 

Surely she wanted to look, for she said: 

"Only I have a way to make it more of a game," she said. "I'll undress you, 
and you undress me!" "Okay." 

"I go first," she said quickly. "But this, first." 

She turned on the radio, set to a pop music station. "It will cover what we 
say ... not that we have to worry. 

"Father is away. And now that we've said our goodnights to Maman, she won't 
bother us for the rest of the night!" 

Eugenie snickered. "She'll be too busy with her lover!" 

"Eugenie! What a thing to say about your mother!" 

"Why shouldn't I say it?" she challenged. "It's true! She does have a lover! 
Shall I tell you a secret?" 

I shrugged. "If you like ... " 

"Maman's lover is a woman!" 

"No!" I gasped, scandalized, delighted. 

"That servant, the maid Ingrid? Who served dinner tonight-you saw her, 
Rebecca. How could you miss her?" 

"The blonde? The young one?" 

"Yes, that's she!" 

"She's very lovely, but what about her?" Impatiently Eugenie rolled her eyes 
in exasperation with my naivete. 

"That's my mother's lover Ingrid!" 

"No!" 

"Oh, yes. Maman's quite mad for Ingrid. I know. Once she gets that blonde in 
her bed, neither of them will set foot outside it for the rest of the 
night!" 

"But your mother-how can she-I mean, who else knows-" 

"Tilda knows." 

Tilda was the heavyset, buxom middle aged servant the one who had 
interrupted whatever had been going on between Eugenie and me. 

"Tilda won't tell. All our servants are discreet. Besides, sometimes she's 
with Ingrid, too. 

"But Tilda's really mad about me. She desires me." Eugenie struck some poses 
while she talked, making like she was a temptress, which she was. 

"She's always looking at me. Last week, she walked into the bathroom without 
knocking. She pretended she didn't know I was in there." 

"Why didn't you lock the door?" 

"I forgot," she shrugged. Then smiled. "Forgot on purpose! I like to tease 
Tilda and get her all hot and bothered." 

"like you did with me." 

"Oh, no." She shook her head. "Not like that at all! You'll see! . . 
.Anyway, Tilda is a terrible snoop, but with the radio playing, she won't be 
able to overhear us! 

"I'd like to snoop on HER!" Eugenie said. "We could watch her and Ingrid!" 

I would rather have watched Maman, her mother, and Ingrid. Maman was very 
lovely, very French, poised, cultured, elegant, lovely. 

"Don't you want to?" Eugenie asked. "Watch them, I mean?" 

"I guess ... " 

She looked at my face, smiled. "Of course, watching is very nice, but not so 
nice as doing, eh?" 

"Let's get into our nighties." "Let's! But remember, I get to undress you 
first!" 

"I haven't forgotten," I said. "Will you kiss me?" 

"But of course!" 

"like before? When we were upstairs?" 

"Better than that!" she declared. "I'll kiss you in ways and places that you 
didn't know could be kissed!" 

"Well, what are you waiting for?" 

"My, my! Now you are so eager, when before, you were so timid! What 
happened?" 

"Must be that wine we had at dinner." 

Wine was automatically served at meals, in this household, served to Eugenie 
and me. I almost never had wine never at home-but I drank it here, all the 
same. It made me just a wee bit tipsy. 

"Well, then," Eugenie said, moving to me. 

She stood facing me. At that age, I wore my hair very, very long, so it 
reached almost to my waist. But I had it all pinned up, at the top of my 
head, so it would be cool and out of the way in this warm sticky weather. 

Eugenie made like she was going to unbutton my blouse- 

Instead, she pressed her palms to my chest, against my titties. She held her 
hands there until I felt the warmth of her palms through my blouse and bra. 

My nipples tingled. Heat rose in my face. 

Eugenie tilted her head forward, looking up at me, as she rubbed my titties, 
her palms massaging slow circles on them, feeling me through the blouse. 

She opened my blouse, pulled it out of my skirt, pulled it off. 

"Turn around, Rebecca." 

Her hands on my hips moved me so my back faced her. I wanted to look over my 
shoulder at her, but I was too timid. 

Her breath tingled on the back of my neck. 

"That tickles!" I tee-heed. 

She kissed the back of my neck. 

Shivers shot up and down my spine. 

Her hands slid on my shoulders, down my back. I shivered some more. She 
unhooked the back of the bra, its strap coming undone. 

She slid the straps off my shoulders, down to my arms. 

Then she embraced me from behind. 

Her body was warm, round, supple. Her breasts pressed my bare back. She 
circled her arms around me. 

Her hands fastened on my titties, pressing, rubbing, stroking them. The soft 
bra cups were pulled off my titties. 

Her fingers excited my stiff nipples. Putting her ear up close to my mouth, 
her breath making me squirm, she murmured: 

"You like this game?" 

"Oui." 

She chuckled. I caught my breath when her fine white teeth nipped my ear 
lobe. She stuck her tongue in my ear. 

It felt like an electric current. I jumped. 

Eugenie turned me back around. I crossed my arms over my titties, coyly 
covering the nipples. 

She pulled my arms down to my sides. "That's better!" 

She bowed her head to kiss my stiff nipples, one after the other. 

I wanted her do some more of that, but she stood up straight again. 

"No fair!" I said. "You've got too dressed!" 

"You want to take off some of my clothes, hmmmm?" 

"Well, fair's fair," I said. "Okay!" 

She smiled as I reached for her. My hands shook and I wished they wouldn't. 
With a sweatshirt, she had no buttons, snaps, or stays to undo. 

Eugenie took hold of my wrists. 

"Chicken?" I teased. 

She pulled my hands to her, placing them on her breasts. Through fabric I 
felt the mounds shifting, jiggling. 

Jutting from them were a pair of stiff throbbing points that were nipples. 

Eugenie held my hands to her, moving them as she'd like to be touched by me. 
When she let go, I kept on rubbing. 

I peeled her sweatshirt off. 

As the sweatshirt's red hem rolled up her body, her tawny skin flashed into 
view, then her brown-nippled breasts. Her breasts were fuller, rounder, but 
just as firm as my own. 

She held her arms up over her head and the sweatshirt got turned inside out 
before it got pulled off her. 

She stood facing me, hands on her hips, breasts bobbing. Leaning, she 
touched her breasts to mine. 

I gasped from the contact. 

"Now, I go!" she said. 

Instead of taking off my skirt, she sat me down on the edge of her bed. Its 
mattress was firm, springy ... like her breasts. 

Eugenie knelt on the floor at my feet. 

"Ar e you trying to look up my skirt?" I asked. 

She took hold of one of my feet, cradling its red shoe in her palms. First, 
she took off my shoes. 

She placed them neatly side to side under the bed. Then she rolled down my 
knee socks, stroking my legs. 

She placed the rolled knee socks inside the red shoes. She stood up, took my 
hands, helped me stand up. 

My skirt was held in place by an elastic waist. All she had to do was pull 
the skirt down off my hips. The elastic stretched, the skirt went down, 
falling at my feet. 

She put one hand on my rear, one on my crotch, and pressed her lips to mine. 
We kissed, her tongue filling my mouth. 

Through my panties, she rubbed my bottom. 

Then her other hand felt my crotch through the panties. 

THAT rubbing got to me in a hurry. 

I felt like I was dizzy, having a fainting spell, a fever, as Eugenie's 
fingers cunningly worked between my legs. 

Wetness blossomed inside me, flowering hotly. I was wet, and some of the 
juices were oozing into the panties. 

I was embarrassed that she would think I was wetting myself, or something, 
but, oh, no 

She knew what it was. 

She pushed her hand inside my panties and felt my bottom. Then she pulled my 
panties down. They fell at my ankles. 

"Ooh-la-la!" she murmured. 

She pushed me backward and I landed on my bottom, bouncing on the bed, while 
she pulled my skirt and panties off my ankles. 

Then I sat naked on her bed. 

"You are so lovely," she said, sitting down beside me. 

"Wait! Take off your pants-" 

"Later," she said. "Kisses now!" 

Her mouth fastened on mine. She eased me back and went along with me so that 
we both lay across the bed. 

Still kissing me, she put her hand between my thighs, opening me. 

My pussy ached for caresses, for--. . .what? 

She rubbed me between the legs. The more she rubbed, the hotter and dizzier 
I got, until I was in a feverish daze. 

I was dripping wet. It-my juices, the wetness coated her fingers as they 
squirmed, ubbed, wriggled on my pussy. 

I rocked my hips, grinding my pussy into rier fondling fingers. 

She fingered me until I came. 

Her mouth clamped down on mine stifled my cries of passion. 

Yes, at home, in bed at night, I'd played with my pussy and made myself 
come. But nice as it was, it was nothing like this! 

Because it wasn't me playing with myself, it was Eugenie. 

Some "playing!" She knew my body's desires better than I knew them. With 
supernatural instinct, her fingers always touched me right where and how I 
wanted, ached, to be touched. 

When she fingered me to climax, I was rocked. 

I was ready to do anything she wanted--anything! 

. . .She sat up. Wetness glimmered on her fingers when she held them up to 
her mouth. Then, sticking out her long tongue, she lovingly licked the 
fingers, watching me through them. 

She stripped off her jeans, her breasts jiggling as she shimmied her hips 
from side to side, tugging at the tops of the open jeans, squirming out of 
them. 

A pair of black lace panties, bikini style, PART FOUR 

"Aren't you going to turn out the light?" I asked. 

(A small lamp sat on the night table, shedding soft watery yellow light 
which pressed feebly at the shadows around the bed, but kept the bed itself 
in a kind of warm golden haze. 

"I like-love to look at you," she said. 

I sat up in bed, not feeling at all tired. Right after I climaxed, earlier, 
I felt sleepy, but it passed very quickly, that sleepiness. 

"You look so sexy!" I said. 

"I'm glad you like my nightie!" 

She was pleased by my admiration. She wore a black baby doll nightie, made 
of thin gauzy silky see-through fabric. Her breasts fitted into its lace 
cups, showing the tops of her tits and some cleavage. Her nipples were 
outlined as small round pebbles pressing the lace cups. The nightie's hem 
was iace, too, and swirled around the tops of her thighs. A very short-short 
nightie. Completing her outfit was her black lace panties. 

"That's so sexy!" I said. "My mother would flip out if she ever saw me 
wearing one of those!" 

Eugenie shrugged. "We are French ... " "Very!" 

"I like your little outfit, Rebecca!" 

This thing?" I wore a onepiece short-sleeved nightie, a pretty white satin 
slip, that reached down to the tops of rry knees. 

"I feel corny compared to what you're wearing!" 

"No, no!" she protested. "I like it very much! It is just like you sweet!" 

"I'd rather be sexy like you!" 

"Sweet is sexy," she said. "You're very sexy to me!" 

"Well ... what are you going to do about it?" "That's why we are in bed," 
she said. She rolled on her side, facing me, her breasts sliding and 
shifting in their cups, her curve of her hip swelling out. 

I turned on my side, facing her. 

She rolled me on my back and mounted me and locked her mouth to mine. We 
made out for a while. 

I liked the warm weight of her body on mine, pressing me into the mattress. 
I loved her tongue, licking, tasting me. 

Once more, her teasings got me all hot and bothered. 

I closed my eyes, face turned up, as she pressed kisses all over it. Her 
lips moved over the line of my neck. 

She rolled off me, sat me up, lifted the slip's straps off my shoulders. I 
pulled my arms out of the straps. She freed the cups from my titties. 

She put her hands, then her mouth, on my titties. 

I timidly reached under her to fondle her globes of her tits, wrapped in 
black lace, and bare at the tops. 

She kissed, licked my titties. I made many small soft moans. I got dizzier 
and the hot room seemed to whirl. 

She started easing me down on my back, had a second thought, sat me up 
straight, her hands moving for the top of my head. 

I rubbed my face into her breasts, their smooth warm tops, tried to mouth 
the nipples through their lace cups. 

She pulled fastening pins from the top of my head, where my long hair was 
all pinned up. 

A long black snake of hair fell down over my shoulder and down my back. 

"Eugenie, what are you doing?! " 

"Letting your hair down!" 

"Oh, but it's so much trouble " 

She put a finger across my lips. 

"Shhhhh. You have beautiful hair and I want to see it all free and loose!" 

It took a little time for her to pull all the pins out. They madetiny 
rattling sounds as she dropped them on the night table. 

I had my hair undone. It was the longest I'v e ever worn it, at that time, 
or since, and it reached nearly to my waist. I put my hands under the mane 
and tossed my head to shake it out. 

The hair was straight, silken, glossy black, and it hung like a curtain, 
parted down the middle of my scalp, with my pale oval face half-hidden by 
it, twin red dots of color burning in my cheeks. 

And the hair, oh, my! it fell over my titties and down my back in a 
shimmering black curtain. 

"What beautiful hair!" Eugenie admired. She sifted strands of it caressingly 
through her hands, holding it up to her nose, inhaling. 

"Even your hair smells sweet!" she said. "How lovely you look! Just like a 
little nymph!" 

"Do you really like it? It's such a bother to keep it long, and I've thought 
of cutting it-" 

"No! You must never cut it! I love it like this! You look so young and 
pretty and feminine and " 

"Sweet?" 

"Oh, yes, you are sweet! The parts of you that I've tasted-and the parts of 
you that I haven't-all sweet!" 

I blushed. 

She tasted. 

Sitting cross-legged in bed, waiting until I watched her closely, Eugenie 
teasingly slipped fingers under the straps of her nightie. Her tawny flesh 
peeked out between gauzy panels. 

She slipped out of the shoulder straps, freed her breasts from black lace 
bra cups, baring them. 

She eased me down on my back, so I lay on a blanket of my own hair. She lay 
down on her side, beside me. 

Her stiff nipples made my mouth pucker up in anticipation. 

She rubbed her breasts against my face. I kissed, licked them. 

Wetness smeared on her breasts, my mouth. 

In the yellow lamplight, her skin looked like a rich golden color. 

Her nipple throbbed against my sucking lips. 

After both her nipples had been well sucked by me, she pulled her breasts 
away from my face. 

"Oh!" I sighed. "This is so wonderful!" 

"It get's better," she said. 

She crawled on the bed, gauzy fabric streaming, bare stiff-nippled tits 
dangling, bottom jiggling in her panties. 

She stroked my legs, working the hem of my slip up my thighs. 

"No panties?" she said. 

I was naked under the slip. She rolled the slip up to my waist. It formed a 
band of satin circling my midriff, with my boobies and pussy bared. 

She took hold of my legs and spread them and knelt between them. 

"What-what are you going to do?! " 

"Kiss you all over," she said. "Taste your sweetest parts!" 

"You're not going to kiss me down there--are you!? " 

"No! I'm going to do much more than kiss you." 

Her smile was a hungry one. I was anxious, squirming, thrilled. Uneasily I 
propped myself up on my elbows. 

Her head dipped toward my crotch. "Please, Eugenie! You-you won't hurt 
me-will you?!..." My voice trailed off lamely. "Hurt you?! Don't be silly, 
Rebecca!" "I'm sorry," I said. "I know I'm being silly. It's just that I, I 
never did anything like this, not ever-" 

(In fact, I was a little unsure of just what she was going to do.) "Trust 
me," she said. "I trust you." 

She eased me down on the bed and I stayed there. 

"Hurt you?! " she scoffed. "I'll make you feel so good, that it'll hurt when 
I stop! 

"But you don't have to worry, cherie," she said, stroking the insides of my 
thighs, "I won't stop for a long, long time!" 

She dipped her head down. My sensitive pussy lips quivered under her hot 
breath. When her lips kissed my pussy lips, I gasped. 

More gasps came from me as she kissed her way up and down my pussy. Her 
kisses really made my juices flow. 

Still, kisses were child's-play, compared to what her tongue did to me. 

When Eugenie's tongue made its first licking pass over my pussy lips, I 
discovered what pleasure really was. 

She licked me some more. 

I got so excited, that she had to stop to tell me not to cry out so loudly, 
for the sake of discretion. 

"I can't help it!" I gasped. "It feels so good!" 

"Bite on a pillow before you get too loud!" she said, adding, "Not that I 
blame you!" She buried her face in my crotch. 

I floated off. 

Somewhere, distantly down between my legs, Eugenie's brown-haired head 
bobbed, each bob sliding her tongue over my pussy lips. 

My hips tilted, pushing my crotch to meet her tongue. 

I was unsure of what she would do. My pussy hungered for a tongue in it. 

Would she put her tongue inside me? Or just lick the lips? You see, I didn't 
know how such things were done. 

I found out. 

Her tongue tip parted my petal-like pussy lips and slipped into the slot, 
trailing the tongue tip up and down it. 

Then she plunged her tongue in me. 

I cried out, and she hissed at me not to be so loud. I stuck the edge of my 
hand into my mouth, to muffle my cries. It helped. 

Eugenie's tongue wiggled inside me, diving deeper, licking, probing, 
tasting. 

She rubbed my thighs, hips, belly as she went down on me. Then her hands 
crept up from my bush, across my belly. 

They fastened on my titties, one on each, squeezing them in time to the 
thrusts of her tongue, playing with the nipples. 

I rolled my hips, pushing my pussy into her mouth. 

When she pulled her tongue out of me, I cried out in frustration- 

How cruel of her to get me heated up to this pitch of moaning excitement, 
and then just leave me hanging there! 

I needn't have worried. 

She took her tongue out of my slit, only so she could use it on my clitoris. 

Good thing that my hand was wedged between my jaws, for when her tongue 
first probed my clit, I got vocal. But the hand helped muffle it. 

Her tongue flickered over my clitoris. The bed rocked, tilted. The room 
whirled. My head spun faster and faster- 

Then the whole crazy merry-go-round of colors and lights and sounds burst 
apart and I came. 

. . .When, later, I finally took my hand out of it, the imprints of my 
teeth, uppers and lowers, marked the flesh, and it took some time before 
they faded. I was surprised only that they hadn't broken the skin, I had 
bitten down so hard when I came to stifle my shriek of pleasure. 

And then we both stripped off our damp lingerie, and were naked. 

I begged her to teach me how to pleasure her. I longed to do something to 
give her even a fraction of the pleasure she'd given me. 

The act was simplicity itself. 

Eugenie propped some pillows up behind her back, cushioning it from the 
ornate metal headstand, as she sat up in bed. 

Sat naked with her legs raised, bent at the knees, knees spread to the 
sides, strong shapely thighs spread. 

Holding my face inches from her steamy pussy, I studied it: 

Her rounded mound-her bush, a mossy tangle of soft brown curls, soft as the 
softest fur-the sweet thick scent of her sex her pussy lips, not so long as 
mine, but thicker, fuller, meatier ... 

I studied it first with my eyes, then with my mouth. 

I wasn't afraid to get wet, either. 

Eugenie was very juicy. Her juices smeared on my face. The pungent scent of 
her clung to them, to me-I loved it! 

I licked her pussy lips like a little girl licking an ice cream cone on a 
hot summer day, a candy cane at Christmas. 

My hair was all pushed back over my shoulders, spilling on her hips, thighs, 
the bed I wished it was still pinned up, and out of the way. 

She liked that long hair, though. She pulled a strand so it reached across 
her chest, and tickled her fat throbbing nipples with the tip. 

She pushed my face a bit more forcefully into her sex, her pussy lips and 
smeared my face with bright hot shiny pinkness. I put my tongue into it. 
Eugenie was a dripping spice-box. Her tight pussy hugged my tongue as I 
licked and lapped. Her hands guided my head to find a pleasing pace. I 
licked her long. 

Her clitoris was a sassy little nugget of flesh. I learned to be careful not 
to lick that sensitive button too hard. 

I licked her till she came. 

Later was best, when we were tired and sleepy with every bit of our bodies 
glowing with pleasure. 

I got on my back and Eugenie got on top of me. 

My hair was pulled into one long fat ponytail, placed out of the way of 
Eugenie's knees when she planted them on either side of my face. 

She faced my crotch. Then sat on my face. 

First, though, I looked up at her furry bush, darkly glowing pussy lips, the 
plump soft moons of her ass. 

The soft inner thighs hugged my head on either side, while her pussy filled 
my vision and then engulfed my mouth. 

Eugenie squirmed happily when I put my tongue in her. 

She sat upright on my face for a while, riding my mouth. Then she leaned 
forward. Her crotch pressed even more tightly to my mouth. 

Her head dipped down to my pussy. She stretched out on top of me, hugging 
me, her tits pressing my belly, her head locked between my thighs. 

When I did her while she did me- 

That was best! 

(The next year, her father was transferred by his ministry to a post in 
South America. Eugenie went with her family. I never saw her again. I'll 
never forget her.) 

She schooled me in all-female pleasures, and gave me an appetite for them 
that I've never gotten over- 

Not that I wanted to! 

Monica knew my secret desires, because she was like me. "Takes one to know 
one," as they say. 

 PART FIVE 

Vance put Monica to work on me, warming me up. When I was warmed up enough, 
he stepped in and took over. 

We three were in their bedroom. 

I'd been in this bed before, with Monica, during some of our steamy passion 
sessions by day and night. 

Not that we always used the bedroom, or the bed. She thrived on spontaneity 
and I thrilled to it. We did it in just about every room in the house, 
including her daughter's room. 

In the den, the living room (as you've seen), the basement. Once, early in 
the evening when we were alone in the house and it was nice and dark, we 
went out and did it on the patio, naked in the backyard darkness. 

But no matter where we did it, it'd always been Monica and me. 

Now there was a third party. 

I won't bother to describe the scene following Vance's discovery of us. I 
was terrified and Monica was shocked. 

There were tears, angry words, threats--from Monica and me. We were close to 
hysteria, but Vance was cool and calm. 

Why not? 

He held all the cards. 

He didn't shout, or bluster, or even scowl. He said he was frankly delighted 
by the vision of "a pair of beauties" as he called us-making love. 

Delighted and stimulated. 

Somehow, I knew where this all was leading. 

To the bedroom. 

Vance told me that I could keep on going (and coming) on with my affair with 
Monica for as long as we liked. 

Far from detesting it, he was immensely pleased by it. But of course, there 
was one catch, like there always is. 

He would join in from time to time. 

"Is that what all this is about?! " he demanded. "You want to fuck me?! " 

"Well, yes," he admitted. 

Monica took it rather well. She was the dominant with me, but very docile to 
her husband-at least then. 

Her arm around my waist, the two of us standing off in a corner, she 
urgently whispered: 

"After all, it's not the worst thing in the world! And if I have Vance's 
permission, we can be together lots more! 

"Otherwise, we'll have to break it off. I could never go against Vance." 

"And me?" 

"We'll be together!" she said. "Besides-Vance could do you and Mark a lot of 
good." 

"I wish you'd tell me how!" I said. 

"Are you kidding? Vance is in with all the powers in town! He gets in on a 
lot of stock options and deals, and you and Mark can get in on them, too! 
And Vance is an invaluable business connection. 

"Social connection, too. With his approval, every door in the community will 
open to you! 

"Every exclusive private club-the chicest parties the clubs and groups and 
in-crowds!" 

Monica's voice was a honeyed whisper, words rushing, streaming. 

"Plus, it works the other way, too, honey. 

"If Vance wants to be a bastard, he can freeze you and your husband right 
out of the picture in this town! 

"Besides," she concluded, "for a man, he's a damned good lay!" 

We were closeted in a corner of the living room. Vance sat down at the other 
end, smiling pleasantly, letting us talk our little talk. He didn't even try 
to listen. We could whisper as long as we liked. 

But when it was done, I'd have to chose. 

Monica's heart-shaped face was red-tinged, her eyes glowing, her color high. 
She seemed as sexed up as ever I'd seen her. 

She pressed her breasts against me their nipples throbbed with stiffness. 

"It might be a real kick, too, for us to have a man watching," she said. 
"That could be a real turn-on!" 

Covertly I inspected Vance. 

He was an attractive man, tall, fit, athletic. Thick dark hair, neatly 
trimmed, formed a small widow's peak over his square-shaped, tanned, clean 
shaven face. He wore a sportshirt, slacks, loafers. 

"Can I ask you a question, honey?" 

"Why not?" I sighed. 

"How's Mark? In bed, I mean?" 

"Monica, you ask the damnedest things!" 

"This's no time to be coy. Well?" 

"So-so," I answered honestly. "Nothing special." 

"Vance is, uh, not bad. Pretty good, in fact!" 

"Is that supposed to turn me on?" "It might, if you give it a chance. 
Remember, I've had men and women both-" "So have I." 

"And I'm a pretty good judge of both," she said. "And Vance is good! I mean, 
we both could have some fun and kicks with this! 

"Well, what do you say?" she asked me. 

"I don't know ... " 

"Please, Rebecca! If you say no, I can keep it cool. Vance won't tell Mark, 
or try to hang one on you for not coming across! 

"But we won't ever be able to be together, unless you agree!" 

I kept my face blank, but I'd already made up my mind. Not knowing that, 
Monica pressed my face in her palms. 

Holding her face inches from it, she pleaded: 

"Rebecca, you have so much potential--you can go so far, you and Mark both! 
There's more riding on this than you might think! 

"Please trust me, Rebecca, and say yes!" 

"I trusted you when you said Vance wasn't going to be home today," I 
reminded her. Her face fell. 

"But I'll tell you something else, Monica: 

"Men don't mean much to me either way. No man ever excited me like a woman 
can. But getting fucked by a man doesn't mean much to me, so I don't care if 
I do or don't. But since your man wants me ... 

"Yes?! " 

"I'll, uh, play ball ... because I want you!" 

Monica pressed my face with kisses. When she stopped to catch her breath, 
she caressed me instead. 

I was wary of Vance watching his wife caress me. His face was blandly 
pleasant. 

Monica escorted me to her man, her arm around my waist, holding, guiding, 
leading me. 

PART SIX 

Vance was smart-he put Monica to work on me before he stepped into the 
picture. Plus, he just plain liked to watch. 

I lay in their bed, on my back, with Monica between my legs. 

At the bed's head was a dark polished headboard of reddish-brown wood. It 
was plank-shaped, with a pair of posts, one at each corner, supporting it, 
raising it so the base of the board began a foot above the mattress. 

My arms were folded back, hands clutching the underside of the board. My 
knuckles were white from how tight I was holding on. 

Monica set me up. When we went in the bedroom, Vance put the two of us 
together, so he could watch our loving. 

Monica was as impassioned as ever I'd seen her. This little menage turned 
her on, no doubt about that! 

She crouched between my spread legs, her own legs folded, mouth fastened to 
my pussy, pleasuring me. 

She worked as hard and as skillfully as ever I'd known her to work. She 
called on every trick, oral and otherwise, to excite me. 

Which she did! 

Inhibitions-morals-shame and guilt-all those emotions were swept away in a 
flood of purely physical desire. 

Monica massaged my clitoris, lipping, tonguing it. 

Each time I started approaching the final cycle that would make me climax, 
Monica pulled back, slacked off. 

She was teasing. Getting me worked up to a frenzy, then pulling back and 
slowing down, while I writhed with passion. 

Then she'd let me simmer, just long enough to take off the hard, driving 
edge, before I came. 

She wouldn't let me cool off, either. She pulled back to keep me from 
boiling over, but she kept me simmering. 

My eyes were closed. Sweat poured from me, soaking the sheets. I rocked my 
pussy into her face. Her tongue lapped. 

Again, she worked me to the edge of orgasm. 

This time would be the time I would go over. Only a few more strokes. I 
worked for it, too. 

I clenched my ass cheeks and threw my pussy up into her mouth-- 

Which detached from my pussy. I moaned, frustrated. 

I lifted my ass off the mattress and gyrated my hips, waving my pussy down 
in front of Monica's face. 

I heard her hard breathing. But she didn't put her mouth back on. 

This time, I was really worked up, since it was the third time I'd been 
taken to the edge, only to be pulled back. 

Third time's the charm, so they say. 

It was for Vance. For this time, instead of Monica going back to work, she 
got out from between my legs, off the bed. 

My eyes opened. 

Vance stood at the bedside, naked, hard. 

His ruggedly handsome head topped off a manly physique. Broad shoulders, 
square straight torso, flat firm gut, muscular hips. Patches of thick, curly 
black hair showed on shoulders, chest, belly. 

Thickest, darkest, hairiest of all was his bush, a tangled thicket bearding 
his stiff cock and swollen balls. 

His penis was long, stiff, straight, jutting horizontally from his hips. 

Monica still knelt on the bed. 

Moaning, I waved my pussy some more. 

Vance caressed Monica's head, hand smoothing down her bronze-blonde hair 
against her scalp. She shivered from his caresses. 

She leaned into him as she sat on her knees, pushing her face into his 
hard-on. 

His cock was nuzzled by her, pushing her face this way and that against it. 

Her mouth fastened on his cock head, kissing it. 

His circumcised cock was a long, thick dart with a wide wedge-shaped head. 
It glowed a dark dusky reddish color. 

Monica opened her mouth and he put his cock in it. 

"Make it good and wet," he said, "for Rebecca." 

Monica closed her eyes, lashes fluttering, pushing her lips down his cock, 
taking its full length in her mouth. 

Her head bobbed as she juicily sucked and slurped, working up a mass of 
saliva and coating his cock with it. 

Vance only kept his cock in her mouth for a few strokes, just long enough to 
get it coated and covered with saliva. 

Then he pulled out of her, cock popping free. 

Saliva shone on his bobbing, jerking cock, which glowed a deeper, darker red 
than it had before he put it in her mouth. 

And now he would put it in-- 

Me! 

His hand caressed her smooth shoulder, then patted it, silently signaling 
Monica to make way for her man. 

It was kind of raw, the way Vance had trapped me into this, but it wasn't 
the end of the world. 

After all, it wasn't exactly like I was a virgin! 

I'm a married woman, and every now and then, when Mark gets the urge, I 
spread for him and he climbs on top of me. 

Not that I ever find his loving, or that of any male, too thrilling. Given 
my druthers, I'll take woman-love any time. 

But I sure was worked up now, squirming at the point where I didn't much 
care what got me off, be it male, female, or whatever. 

Vance patted his wife's fanny as Monica got off the bed. 

He mounted the bed, mounted me. 

Through slitted eyes I looked at him, at his rod. 

It was a fat thick peg of flesh, one which jumped and jerked, glistening 
with the juicy saliva smeared there by Monica's mouth. 

Just as most of the wetness on my crotch was courtesy of Monica's juicy 
mouth ... some wetness came from my own juices, too. 

Vance lowered himself down on me. 

On hands and knees, he crouched over my spread limbs, his stiff cock jutting 
down, head tilted, I shut my eyes. 

Vance wasted no time on preliminaries. I was squirming with lust, aching for 
fulfillment, and he moved right in. 

Cleverly he'd put Monica to work on me, steaming me up to the boiling point. 
Now that I was ready to explode, he moved in. 

His knees were between my spread thighs. He lowered. 

Something warm, fleshy, a knobbed ball, pressed my pussy- 

His cock head. 

It pressed my sensitive pussy lips, dipping between them, parting them, 
digging deeper, entering me. 

I was wet, ripe, dripping between the legs. 

His penis entered me-I gasped-he fed some more to me. 

My hands held more tightly to the headboard as I was entered, penetrated. 

He was thick. His cock was a rod, a hot throbbing engine, stretching me. He 
was big between the legs, and I was small. 

Luckily I was well lubricated by his wife. 

He stretched out on top of me. He gasped, too. 

His hard chest pressed my breasts, flattening them, with soft flesh oozing 
out to the sides. 

His weight pressed me deeper into the mattress. His hips squirmed, cock 
burrowing deeper into me. 

I was filled. 

His hands fastened on my face, his mouth fastened on my lips. He put his 
tongue in my mouth and tasted. 

As he worked his penis in me, his tongue thrust in my mouth, as well. 

He started with slow, deep strokes. 

I moved with him. I was already excited from what Monica had done. 

Earlier, I'd squirmed from the touch of lips and tongue directly on the most 
sensitive part of my body-- 

My clit. 

Now, the pumping action was in my pussy, with my ultra-sensitive clit 
occasionally flaring into fire when his cock shaft pressed it from his 
contortions. 

He kissed and thrust. 

Vance moved his mouth down from mine. His head moved to my breasts. 

He nuzzled them. He had beard shadow and his face roughly rubbed my tender 
tits and their stiff nipples. 

He kissed, licked my tits, stuffed a nipple in his mouth, sucking it as he 
fucked me, tonguing it. 

His flesh sweated. His tight-clenched ass raised and shook as he threw 
stroke after stroke into me. 

Sweat made his flesh cling to mine. The bed creaked from the action. 

Vance freed one nipple from his mouth, only to fasten on the other. He 
sucked that one, too. 

His hands glided up and down my sweaty sides, stroking, sleekly caressing. 
He rubbed hips, thighs. 

His hand slid under me, between the mattress and my ass. He cupped a cheek 
in his palm, squeezing it. 

For a while, he grabbed my ass while he fucked my pussy. 

Then he moved in bed. 

Keeping his cock planted in me, he held my hips and gathered his legs under 
him, getting on his knees. 

His hands under me lifted my lower body off the bed. He moved my sweaty 
thighs so they locked around his middle. 

He told me to lock my legs around his middle. 

I crossed my ankles. My thighs hugged his sweaty flanks, while his red rod 
was partially planted in my slit. 

My bottom was raised off the sweat-soaked mattress, while my body above it 
lay flat. My arms lay folded on the bed, hands close by my head. 

Vance grabbed my ass, fondling my buns while he fucked me. 

Motion near me made me open my eyes. 

Monica mounted the bed, up at the head of it, lewdly grinning down at me. 

She swung her legs up on the bed and planted her knees on either side of my 
face as she straddled my head, facing Vance. 

Poised above, at the junction of her creamy sweat-shiny pink thighs, were 
her ruddy sexlips and her coppery fluffy bush. 

I reached up, held her hips. 

My hands moved to the rear, fastening on her plump pale pink buttocks, 
feeling their wonderful springiness and fullness. 

I squeezed, kneaded the cheeks. 

Pulling Monica down to me ... 

She squatted. Her crotch zoomed toward me, sight of it blotting out all 
else-- 

It halted some inches above my face. Monica squatted with her hands on her 
hips and her crotch poised over my face. 

Vance kept plowing my pussy with his cock. I moaned. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah ... " 

Monica kissed my lips with her sex lips. She sat on my face. 

Her sex lips splurged on my mouth, spreading under her own warm soft buttery 
weight, pussy lips rolling back. 

Exposing dripping pink membranes which engulfed my mouth. 

"Mmmmmmph!" 

She squirmed, smearing my already slippery face with a mass of her own hot 
juices. And they were steaming! 

Monica was MOST turned-on by this threesome! 

She stopped her squirmings, settling into a purposeful rhythm . ' 

Tremors rippled through her when my tongue lanced up into her, entering her. 
She oohed and aahed as she squirmed on my tongue. 

I licked, lapped, swallowed ... lapped some more. 

I was being used at both ends, Vance at my pussy, Monica riding my mouth. 

Electricity crackled through me when Vance fingered my clitoris as he kept 
on plowing his cock into me. 

His cock was a thick limber snake of flesh slithering back and forth in the 
stretched steamy crawl hole of my cunt. 

Monica must have fingered herself while watching her man fuck me, for she 
was rich with juices the instant her cunt covered my mouth. 

My lickings and lapping only ripened the thick, soupy brew. 

Wetness greased my face and her thighs and she slid back and forth on my 
mouth and chin as I mouthed her. 

Vance pumped. 

His fingertips, fluttering around the pearl of my clit, more and more often 
pressed it forcefully. In very short segments, since I was so sensitive and 
sexed up, too strong or prolonged a clitoral touch would have bucked me 
right off the bed. Vance built up. 

All the while keeping that fat cock plowing me. 

Who came first, him or me? 

I think it was him, by a fraction of a second. He'd massaged my clit so I'd 
come right about when he did. 

He shoved his cock deep, plunging it to the pit of my pussy, and this time 
he didn't pull back, but stayed in. 

My ass rested on the tops of his thighs while his cock strained in me. 

His cock bucked, recoiled. 

A wad of thick wetness spurted in me. 

His cock jerked-another spurt. Masses of creamy come. 

His fingertip pressed down on me like a telegrapher sending Morse code. 

I wetly exploded. 

I went rigid, my limbs were like rock, live pink rock. My legs squeezed 
Vance's torso. My cunt squeezed his coming cock. 

My ass cheeks went tight, hard. My cunt squeezed his cock. 

I was electrified. 

I cried out. My cries rippled through Monica's cunt, covering my face. 

My cunt milked his cock, squeezing it, drawing more come from it. The cock 
sizzled like a lightning rod in me. 

My orgasm left me like a piece of wet laundry, wrung out and left hanging on 
the line to dry. 

Monica was thoughtful. She waited at least two seconds after I stopped 
coming and slumped in a mass of glowing flesh on the mattress, before 
demandingly pressing her pussy against my mouth to signal me that she, too, 
was hot and anxious to come, to reach orgasmic release. 

No more come spurted from Vance's cock, but the rod kept on jerking and 
twitching inside me, thrashing fitfully. 

Monica tilted her crotch so my tongue could reach her clitoris. 

Her clit throbbed, flashing like a red alert. 

My tongue licked it to the melting point. 

And then she was electrified on top of me, shuddering with the force of a 
climax which left her shaking, breathless. 

I felt like I simmered in a steam bath, with all that hot hard-breathing 
flesh pressing mine, bodies male and female. 

Monica's lower body remained with crotch clamped to my mouth, while her 
upper body twisted and turned in squirming orgasm. 

We three came. 

We rested ... not for long. 

ADULTERY 

The swap meet simmered into an orgy. 

So far, the couples were divided two by two. But from the looks of things, 
it wouldn't be too long before the couples came together in threesomes and 
foursomes and then a full-blown group grope. 

The setting? 

Clark and Grace's playroom den, in the underground-too imagine to call it a 
basement underground level of their fine home. 

Time: 

Saturday night, last Saturday of the month. Our little group always met on 
the last 

Saturday of the month. The players: 

Clark and Grace, Wade and Linda, Monica and Vance, Rebecca and Mark (our 
newest members; they'd only been with the group for a few months), my 
husband Irv and myself. 

And who am I? 

I'm Norma. I'm a career woman, wife, mother-and not in that order, 
necessarily. Most of all, I'm a sensualist. 

I'm in my middle forties, the oldest female member of the group. Although 
Grace is only some six months my junior. 

Irv and I were half of the original foursome which founded this group. The 
other two were Wade and Linda. 

That was more years ago than I care to remember, when my kids were still 
toddlers, and we'd only recently moved to this dream neighborhood. 

Even a dream can get boring when repeated enough times. Something was 
missing in my life, in all our lives- 

The kick, the thrill of novelty, pursuit, pleasure. 

We were young and healthy and well to do and we wanted more. In the go-go 
years of the late sixties it was easy to climb on the merry go round and 
take a ride. 

It started when, one wild gin-drenched simmering summer afternoon, when Wade 
and I started necking at poolside. 

My husband lay back on a poolside deck lounger, clad in swim trunks. Linda 
set down a tray of fresh drinks and went to Irv. She straddled the lounger, 
his hands reaching for her hips, pulling her down to him. Linda pressed her 
saucy round bottom against his crotch and they started kissing, too, bosomy 
Linda nuzzling her bikinied breasts against his chest ... 

Maybe we'd started out kidding around (though I doubt it-we all wanted it) 
but things got real, fast. 

That was the start of it. 

Then it got to be a semi-regular thing. At first, we all were timid. When we 
paired off, we each went to separate bedrooms. 

I have to laugh when I think of how naive we were in those days! 

But it didn't take long for us to get over it. Soon we all were in the same 
room, with Linda and I competing to see who could out-sex the other. 

Linda and I were very close but it wasn't until Marcy and Phil came along, 
that we really started swinging. 

Linda and Wade had met them first, then introduced them to us. 

When we were all together, I (and Irv) was startled to see Marcy and Linda 
kiss with open mouths and tongues! 

Then it went a lot farther ... 

Linda and I were real close but it took Marcy's entrance into the group to 
bring out the bi-sexualism in the ladies. 

Not the men, though. They fucked each other's wives and delighted in 
watching their wives lick and suck each other, but they never got it on with 
each other. Our husbands were all very, very straight- 

Then, anyhow. 

Times changed, the group continued. I know I needed it. I'd burst, if I 
didn't know that at the end of each month I could anticipate that blessed 
release. 

The group expanded, maybe too fast, then finally cut back, stabilizing to a 
core group of about four, five couples. 

The membership altered as marriages dissolved, husbands were transferred by 
their businesses, and new alliances formed. 

Still, years later, my husband and I, and Wade and Linda, still remained. 

So, then Saturday night, last Saturday of the month. 

Party time. 

Clark's kids are all grown up, with families of their own. Grace is his 
second, or was it third, wife. They had no kids-yet. 

Making their place a perfect place to play. 

The basement playroom was all set up, with soft lights, music, booze. Along 
one wall was a bar where Vance dispensed the drinks. 

When the party started, we all were dressed casually, but sharp. The men 
wore jackets, shirts, no ties, slacks. 

The women wore party dresses, not formal gowns, not blue jeans. You saw lots 
of stockings and garters when skirts swirled over thigh tops. 

Now, the party was underway, the drinks flowed, the action was starting. 

Grace danced with Rebecca, the delicious new girl. 

Grace was about thirty, a slim tall patrician with ash-blonde hair, green 
eyes, chiseled features, slender elegant body. 

Rebecca wore a sleeveless black dress, cock tail dress, with a tight skirt, 
its hem reaching two inches below her knees, calves sheathed in seamed 
stockings, feet shod in black leather pumps with three-inch heels. 

Those seamed stockings charmed me. Rebecca was too young to have been old 
enough to wear stockings and garters before the advent of the pantyhose 
revolution. Yet, like the other ladies here, she wore garters and stockings. 

So much more sexy than pantyhose. More practical, too-easier to strip for 
action than when in pantyhose. 

The music was fast but those two, Grace and Rebecca, did a slow dance. 

Grace lead, Rebecca followed. 

Grace wore a shimmering short-sleeved sea-green dress, stockings, beige 
shoes. 

Her front and Rebecca's pressed as they danced face to face, in embrace. 

Both shared similar shapes-long and long-legged, with firm high breasts and 
sassily rounded rumps. 

Grace was a bit more full in the bust and bottom. 

Rebecca's dark-haired head rested on Grace's sturdy shoulder. Grace pressed 
a hand to Rebecca's head, fondling her curls. 

Rebecca sighed dreamily. 

Grace's other arm circled Rebecca's slim waist. Her hand drifted down, palm 
flat, fingers spread. 

The hand slid over the rounded curves of Rebecca's ripe rump. 

The hand fastened on a buttock, squeezing it through fabric, teasing it. 

My pussy tingled. 

Grace's hand slid down lower and to the side, stroking Rebecca's hip, thigh. 
Rebecca was currently our youngest member. 

Grace squeezed a hip, then, caressing, worked Rebecca's black dress up the 
side of her stockinged thigh. 

The rising hem bared the sleek nyloned thigh, the dark band topping the 
stocking, the glinting garter pinned there. 

She pressed, stroked Rebecca's thigh tops. 

They broke off the dancing. 

The brunette's hem fell back down below her knees. Taking her by the hand, 
Grace escorted Rebecca to a quiet corner. 

I had another drink. 

Linda was there, too. She's a big-boned, bosomy wanton, with a mane of thick 
reddish-brown hair brushed back from a wide square-shaped face. She has 
thick dark brows, Roman nose, wide red lips. 

She wore a tight red dress made of some shimmering satiny fabric, with a 
scooped neckline, baring the tops of her big plump breasts. The dainty edge 
of a black lace bra cup peeked over the red dress. Circling her waist, 
cinching it in, was a three inch black patent leather belt. Her skirt flared 
out, its hem reaching the tops of her knees. Her strong shapely legs were 
sheathed in eye-poppingly patterned stockings a diamond-backed pattern which 
made her stockinged legs look like a pair of scaled pythons, just looking 
for a victim to constrict. Black high heels with stiletto spikes added over 
four inches to her height. She was short, ripe, stacked. Wanton. 

Purring, she pressed up against me as I stood at the bar. Her satin-sheathed 
hip slid across my front with a whisper. 

I'll describe myself: 

I have brown hair, cut in bangs across my forehead, coming down short and 
straight on the sides to cover my ears. Dark brown eyes, thick arched brows, 
wide-bridged nose, heart-shaped face, ripe red mouth. 

I'm voluptuous, with heavy breasts still firm and without sag, a torso 
curved like an hourglass, wide hips, plump bottom, strong round thighs, 
muscular calves tapering to slim ankles and small feet. 

This night my curves were even more ample than ever, thanks to the corset I 
wore under a loose-fitting short-sleeved print dress. The long dress, its 
hem reaching below mid-calf, was colorful yet shapeless. Below its hem could 
be seen my dark-nyloned calves and a pair of shiny black leather ankle boots 
with pointed toes, high heels. 

Anyway, I slipped an arm around Linda's cinched waist. 

We two kissed each other on the cheek, pecking French-style. I reached 
around behind her to pat her ass. 

Linda's ass? 

A plump pair of pillows of flesh, swelling lusciously out. I'm well-built, 
but Linda is a real sexpot. 

Pleated satiny red fabric of her full, flaring skirt flattened (well, 
"flattened" is the wrong word nothing about Linda was flat. So, let's just 
say that the satiny fabric molded itself to the roundnesses of her rump) as 
I fondled it. 

"Ooh!" 

Linda braced herself and slid her rump around in my hands. Through the thin 
fabric, I felt her body heat. 

Clark came up behind me, embracing me while I fondled Linda. 

Clark's the most mature member of the group. He's handsome, the touch of 
iron-gray at the temples of his thick dark hair giving him a look of 
distinction. 

With a fine, taut, well conditioned physique. His boned face was all planes, 
bulges, and hollows, sun-burnished to a rich golden tan against which his 
blue eyes stood boldly out. A thin, neatly clipped mustache ran across his 
upper lip. A faint scent of musky aftershave clung to him. 

My back tingled under the pressure of his front as his arms encircled me, 
hands clasping at my hips. 

Pressing my bottom was the soft full bulge of his genitals. 

He nibbled on my ear. 

"Ummmmm, how's the first lady of the swap set?" he murmured. "You can find 
out," I said. "Later, I will!" 

Nuzzling my ear, he pressed his crotch to my rear. I leaned back into him, 
rolling my plump ass cheeks over his flesh. 

He stirred with excitement ... between the legs. 

I shook my hips from side to side. One buttock swirled across his cock and 
balls. Then his genitals pressed the crack of my ass, hugged on either side 
by the spreading swelling cheeks. 

Then I slid some more, and the other buttock glided across him. 

Clark put his drink down on the bar so he could take hold of my hips with 
both hands, holding me in place. 

Then he leaned into me and rubbed me some more. 

His penis twitched, jerked. Wrapped in his trousers and shorts, I felt his 
rod jerk and grow. 

His hands moved upward, pausing in surprise when they felt not more yielding 
flesh, but the hard boned panels of my corset. 

"Hmmmm, what have we here?" 

"You'll find out," I promised, "later." 

His hands started sliding my dress up. 

Playfully I slapped his hand. "Owww!" 

"Not now," I murmured. 

He squeezed my bottom. I reached back, fastening my hand on his hardness 
where it swelled against his trousers. 

"Ummmm, what's that?! " 

"Wait," he said, reaching for his zipper. "I'll show you!" 

He opened his zipper, reached into his pants, fumbled out his rod, working 
it through the fly hole of his shorts and out his open fly. 

"Eeeeeeeek!" 

Just for laughs, Linda made like she was shocked. 

"Nothing you haven't seen before!" Clark joked, shaking his cock at her. 

"We've all seen it, darling," I said, "and it's beautiful. Gorgeous. So 
gorgeous that I want to kiss it!" 

I slid off the bar stool. 

"Might as well get comfortable," I said, shucking off my dress. 

"All right!" Vance approved, from behind the bar. 

"Wow!" Clark said. "That's some outfit!" 

I wore a merry widow style corset, with panels of red satin decorated with 
embroidered black lace roses. 

It cupped my breasts, swelling them out, the dark upper halves of the 
nipples peeking over the cups' upper rims. 

It cinched my middle in, not only plumping up my already plump breasts, but 
swelling out my ass into a pair of gorgeous melons. 

Fat black garters stretched over my round pink thighs, pinned to the tops of 
my nylons. I wore scanty black lace panties. 

"Now you can't escape me!" Clark said. 

"Escape? I wouldn't dream of it!" 

"Let me have a look at you." he said, hands on my hips turning me around so 
I faced him, my breasts bobbing. 

I glanced down at his crotch. Surrounded by his trousers, rising out of 
their slitted fly hole, jutted his swollen uncut cock. 

A real horse cock. 

"Ummmmm," he said, embracing me. 

His front pressed mine. His cock stood upright, sandwiched between my corset 
and his clothes, pressed with our flesh. 

His arms enfolded me against his fine strong body. 

We kissed, mouth to mouth. Open mouth. His tongue thrust in my mouth and 
pumped back and forth on my tongue. 

His hands pressed my back, pushing me closer, drifting lower, fastening on 
my backside, now mostly bare. 

(Those panties I wore were next to nonexistent at the rear, a tiny flat of 
black lace which covered the lower half of my ass crack and the inner cheeks 
of my ass where they bordered the crack. 

Most all the rest of my ass was bared, not only bared but thrust out from 
the corset, which made the cheeks swell outward. 

His hands fell to my bottom, clutching one cheek in each hand. Soft bottom 
flesh oozed through his fingers. 

He kneaded my cheeks while we kissed with tongues tasting, probing. 

His mouth came off mine, but his hands remained on my ass, as his head 
lowered down to my bosom. 

The corset cups made my tits thrust upward, outward, pushing them up, 
creating deep canyon-like cleavage. 

Clark nuzzled the tops of my tits. 

His mustache tickled. 

His nuzzlings worked my tits free from the corset cups, so they swelled out 
over them, my nipples exposed. 

Clark buried his face in the space between my tits, cramming his face down 
in there, breathing hard. 

He pressed kisses on the inner curves of my tits, then worked outward, 
across the tops, down to stiff nipples. 

My nipples are brown, fat, sassy. 

Clark kissed them, licked them, switching his head back and forth from one 
throbbing nipple to the other. 

I reached under him, taking hold of his cock. 

It flamed hot as an iron in my hand and so thick and firm! 

"Come back here and keep me company, Linda," Vance said. 

Smiling, Linda hip-swayed her way back behind the bar, where Vance had stood 
dispensing drinks. 

Looked like everybody would have to get their own drinks, for a while. 

It was nice and tight and crowded back there, behind the bar-- 

Just the way Linda and Vance liked it. 

They went into a clinch, kissing front to front, his strong hands fastening 
on her creamy shining shoulders. 

Her heavy breasts nuzzled his hard chest. His thin pale lips attached to her 
painted red lips in hot kisses. 

Their tongues worked, their jaws flexed, they tasted each other's mouths. 

Wade Linda's husband necked with Monica at another side of the room. 

Wade was in his middle forties, with dark blonde hair brushed back, a square 
shaped clean shaven face, pale green eyes, a thin straight blade of a nose, 
and a sensual mouth. He was broad-shouldered, well-built, with a tapering 
torso, lean hips, long legs. He was hot and hunky. 

Monica wore a sleeveless strapless white dress, silvery stockings, white 
patent leather high heels. Recently, she and Vance had returned from a 
vacation in the Islands, and she was ripely, richly tanned, her normally 
pink skin all golden-toasty, tawny flesh standing out against the cool crisp 
white of her dress. 

She sat on Wade's lap, her full bottom perched on his crotch, her arms 
around his shoulders, hands clasped behind his neck. 

They kissed. 

Wade fondled her thigh, working the hem of the dress up higher. 

Monica's legs were sheathed in stockings interwoven of glittering silvery 
threads, giving them a rich metallic sheen. 

Higher rose the hem of the white dress, baring Monica's silver satin garters 
and the taut tanned flesh below. 

She seemed formed of precious metals, did Monica: 

Bronze hair, tanned copper skin, emerald eyes, silver stockings. 

Now her dress was up at her waist in front, exposing a pair of silver lame 
panties, G-string really, wrapping her sex. 

She and Wade kissed, tongues probing, her head tilted backward to spill 
loose bronze hair down her back, his head tilted forward, mouth wrapped to 
hers. 

Wade's hand stroked stockinged thighs, creeping upward. 

Monica opened at his touch, spreading her knees, parting her thighs. 

Wade fingered a silver garter, slipping his fingertip under it, stretching 
it, letting it snap back in place. 

Then he stroked her bare upper thighs. When she lolled on the beach under 
the sun, Monica must have sported a daringly high bikini, since I could spy 
no telltale imprint of pink untanned flesh outlining a bikini shape on her 
hips. From what I could see, all was burnished to that rich copper .color. 

Perhaps she'd worn no bikini at all, on some nudist beach. 

Wade's hand slowly crept up and up. I knew when it reached Monica's pantied 
crotch her eyes widened, then came sensually closed, lashes fluttering. 

She squirmed harder on his lap, on the doubtless stiff cock there. 

Wade fingered her through the glittering silver foil wrap of the 
delta-shaped crotch piece of the G-string. 

While I watched this going on around me, I'd thrilled to Clark's sensual 
oral action and nipple-sucking. 

Now, he came up for air. 

My stiff nipple popped free from his mouth. Wetness shone on both nipples 
and on his mouth, too. His mustache was wet, plastered down. 

I moved in his arms. 

"Hey!" Clark said, "where are you going?! " "Down!" 

I got on my knees. I did it to one side of the bar, where I could watch 
Vance and Linda as well as the rest of the room. 

I clutched Clark's stiff cock, guiding him into position, standing him so he 
wouldn't block my view of the rest of the room. 

"I told you I was going to give that gorgeous hard cock of yours a great big 
kiss, and that's just what I'll do!" 

That's what I said and that's what I did. 

For starters! 

PART TWO 

My painted red lips pressed the hot tip of Clark's hard cock in a hot 
sucking kiss. His cock head was full, fleshy, pliant-- 

Warm. 

He had a horse cock. It was a good eight inches long, and plenty thick. And 
it was stiff and trembling. 

I rubbed my face against it, stroking the full length of his cock first with 
my right cheek, then with my left. 

Clark put his hands on my shoulders for balance. 

I ringed the base of his cock with my fingers, holding in position as I 
nuzzled it, then kissed it. 

I massaged it with my lips, smudging my lipstick. 

So what? 

You can't have good sex if you're squeamish about getting mussed. 

I'm not. Squeamish, that is. Certainly not squeamish about sucking so 
gorgeous a cock. I kissed it all over, first. 

I licked it. 

Clark moaned, leaning into me, rubbing his cock against my tongue. 

I stopped licking to unbuckle his belt, open his pants, pull down his pants 
and shorts. 

Ahhhhhhh ... better, much better! 

Now he was nude from waist to ankles, with pants and shorts fallen down at 
the tops of his feet. 

Clark took off his jacket, looked around for some place to put it, draping 
it over the top of a bar stool. 

Off came his shirt, as he stripped down to his undershirt, a tank-top which 
displayed his broad shoulders, the top of his hairy chest. 

He's a hairy devil. Fine reddish-brown body fur coats his legs, hips. His 
ass was firm, his thighs strong, muscular. 

I cupped his swollen balls in my palm, kissed his cock. 

I licked down to the base of his cock. 

His moans deepened into breathless sighs as my tongue rippled across his 
swollen balls, tantalizing the flesh. 

Clear sticky wetness smeared his cock and balls, and my face. 

I brought his flaring flaming cock head down to my mouth and mouthed it, 
lips hugging the shaft below the head. 

Clark, gasping and sighing, stroked my shoulders, neck, face, the tops of my 
tits. 

I pushed my head forward. 

My lips inched down his cock, my mouth working up a mess of saliva, my 
tongue caressing the cock. 

I tilted my head, took his cock deep. 

Musky man-sweat rose up from his loins. My nostrils flared as I inhaled, 
growing lightheaded on the male perfume. 

My mouth molded around his cock and I sucked. 

Saliva greased his hot dark red cock, sliding it over my clinging satiny 
lips and my tongue of velvet. 

Each passing stroke of my face sizzled his cock heat higher. 

I held the base of his cock with one hand. My other hand slipped down my 
front, fastening on my crotch. 

Sweaty fingertips pressed the delicate pattern of the black lace panties 
sheathing my pussy. 

The panties were pulled tight across my hips, the side strings stretched and 
pressing into the hips. 

I pressed my pussy through the panties, touching myself. And sucking. 

Action blossomed all about. 

My husband Irv was not idle. He'd joined the little twosome of Grace and 
Rebecca. 

Irv is balding, with dark brown hair, blocky thick featured face, wide full 
sensual lips, strong chin, lots of jaw. 

He's broad-shouldered, stocky, barrel chested, with muscular haunches and a 
hung, circumcised cock. 

Grace and Rebecca'd halted their passionate kissing for a moment. 

Rebecca was stripped down to bra and panties, stockings and garters. Grace 
wore a sexy black slip, full-length, slit up the sides. 

Rebecca and Grace stood face to face. Stripped from the waist up, Irv moved 
in behind Rebecca. 

His hard-on swelled his trouser crotch, punching it outward. 

He came up back behind of Rebecca, his crotch nuzzling her rounded rear. 

Rebecca wore high heels which accented her luscious long legs and made her 
sassy bottom jut out even more sassily. 

The sight of her ripe-globed rear, swelling out on top of those long 
stilt-like stockinged legs, excited Irv's passions. 

His groin pressed her pantied bottom, his hands held her hips. 

Grace, kissing Rebecca on the mouth, pressed forward, her arms reaching to 
fasten hands on Irv's bare sides. 

Rebecca was the filling in a sandwich of flesh. 

Irv pressed his hard crotch against her buttocks, rubbing. 

Grace broke off her kisses. 

Rebecca looked dazed, standing shakily on high-heeled feet with her eyes 
almost closed and her parted lips wetly glistening. 

Grace, letting go, took a step back. Irv nuzzled Rebecca, his front pressing 
her back, his head leaning over her shoulder. 

Grace teased Rebecca by touching herself. She rubbed palms across high firm 
breasts wrapped in delicate lace cups. 

She cupped, lifted, squeezed her breasts through her slip. 

Then, wet lips smiling, Grace slipped the straps down off her shoulders, 
shrugging arms out of them. 

Breast cups continued clinging to her pointy tits, until she lovingly peeled 
the soft fabric free of them. 

Grace's delicious breasts were high and firm and round, fuller, less pointy 
than the brunette's long-nippled breasts. 

Rebecca reached for Grace with trembling hands. Further teasing and 
tantalizing, Grace evaded those hands. 

And kept on touching herself. 

Grace cupped her breasts, one tender mound quivering in each pink palm. 
Shivering with pleasure, she caressed herself. 

Pressing the mounds, massaging them, she reveled in the kiss of one buttery 
breast caressing another. 

Fingers fastened on the dark pink tips of her nipples, rolling them in oily 
fingertips, pulling, pinching them. 

Rebecca's mouth instinctively opened and closed, seeking to suck. 

Irv's hands busied themselves at Rebecca's back, undoing her bra. 

She hardly noticed when her bra was opened and taken off, firm pointy 
long-nippled tits popping free from the bra cups. 

Irv eased the bra down her arms, draping it across the back of the couch. 

Rebecca's nipples, dark brown, stand out against her flesh, so pale that 
it's almost marble white, whiter even than mine. 

Their darkness makes her nipples look even larger. 

Irv reached around her, fastening his hands on her bare breasts, gently 
fondling them, stroking stiff nipples. 

Grace moved in, now. 

Irv squeezed Rebecca's breasts so their stiff nipples jutted. Then Grace 
brushed her bare breasts against them. 

Rebecca was hypnotized in a trance of flesh. 

Grace bobbed her head, sleek short ash-blonde hair swirling down like wings 
to cover her cheeks. 

Rebecca moaned. 

So did Irv, as his hard crotch rubbed her rear. 

Grace lowered her head down to Rebecca's breasts, nuzzling them. Her 
classically clean features were stamped with lust. 

She kissed, licked Rebecca's breasts, concentrating special attention to 
their stiff nipples, polishing them. 

She took a nipple between her lips. Rebecca's heavy-lidded eyes squeezed 
shut, while breathless moans were squeezed from her. 

Grace's eyes were open, the ends of her sucking mouth upcurved in a smile. 

Irv let go of Rebecca, who steadied her shaking self by holding Grace. Grace 
gripped Rebecca's hips. 

Irv kicked off his shoes, socks. He opened his pants and took them down, his 
shorts falling directly after. 

Leaving them where they'd fallen on the floor, he stepped out of them, all 
naked now, his cock jerking, jumping. 

Meanwhile, Grace, stroking Rebecca's hips, worked her scanty panties off. 

It was easy, for Rebecca wore her panties outside her garters, for quick and 
easy removal a trick she'd learned here, from us. 

For a lean long-legged girl, Rebecca was ripely rounded in hips and rear, 
her overall thinness making her rounded bottom and hips look positively lush 
by comparison. The black garter belt and dark stockings she wore only 
accented the swelling moons of her bare bottom. 

Her panties fluttered down stockinged legs to her ankles. 

Grace came up for air. Even from where I knelt sucking Clark's cock, I saw 
how darkly swollen the nipples had become from the sucking. 

Irv once more came up behind Rebecca, pressing his front against her back. 

Only this time, his front and her rear were stripped naked. His cock stood 
straight up, pressed in the crack of her ass. 

His meaty hands slid down her hips, her stockinged thighs. 

Grace fondled Rebecca's hair, her face, neck, shoulders. 

Breasts. 

Then she put her hand on the back of Rebecca's neck, pulling her head 
forward and down even as she rose on tiptoes to thrust her breasts in the 
brunette's face. 

Rebecca gave off a little cry of passion as her pretty, flushed face was 
engulfed in Grace's buttery breasts. 

Passionately Rebecca pressed the twin pointy peaks with hot kisses, long and 
caressingly licking tongue touches. 

Grace offered up a nipple to Rebecca, who lovingly mouthed it, wrapping her 
lips around the nipple and feverishly sucking it. 

Grace caressed Rebecca's thick black hair while she sucked. 

Irv reached around to the front of Rebecca, fastening one fondling hand on 
her breast, the other reaching for her crotch. 

Black hair furred his hands to the knuckles, and beyond. One hand covered 
the brunette's crotch, stroking her. 

Irv has a nice light touch. His hand pressed Rebecca, letting her feel the 
bodily warmth of it. 

Both her nipples now having been sucked and licked by Rebecca, Grace once 
mere took a step backward. 

Her breasts were bared, while her slip clung to her, from the top of her 
midriff to the tops of her knees. The slip was slit up the side seams, so I 
could see her creamy lithe thighs to their tops. 

Grace lovingly fondled herself through the slip. One hand pressed its palm 
flat on her belly, the other grabbed her ass. 

Grace stroked herself through the slip, working it steadily down, baring her 
taut belly, lush hips, smooth flanks. 

Then the slip fell to the floor and she was naked. 

Her bush had curlier hair than the fine straight ash-blonde hair of her 
head. The bush was fleecy, like sheep's wool, the hair a fine reddish-gold 
tinge. Her mound swelled gently, presenting a long pair of dusky, coral 
colored lips. 

Rebecca, moaning, leaned forward, but Irv held her in place, still rubbing 
his stiff cock against her bare buns. 

Grace, still wearing sleek beige pumps, spread her long legs and put her 
hand between them. 

Rebecca was maddened with desire watching Grace fondle herself. 

Wetness, spicy and thick, glimmered in the slitted lips, then on Grace's 
hand as she wantonly fondled herself. 

Grace then sat down on the couch nearby, her rounded buns pressing the plush 
seat cushions, sinking into them. 

Her slip fell free from her feet as she swung her long legs off the floor 
and on the couch. She sat up, wedging her back in a corner, keeping one leg 
on the couch, letting the other trail over the floor. 

As if hypnotized, Rebecca watched Grace stroke herself between the legs. I 
doubt Rebecca was consciously aware of Irv's hands on her. 

Grace lifted her hand from between her legs, wetness glistening on the index 
finger she crooked, beckoning Rebecca and my husband forward. 

Irv's hands helped guide Rebecca, while Grace leaned forward, stiff-nippled 
wet breasts jiggling, arms outreaching. 

Rebecca got on the couch, on her knees, her head lowering between Grace's 
thighs, worshipfully burying her face in the blonde's crotch. 

Pleasure supreme flickered across Grace's face as Rebecca fastened her mouth 
to the sweetly dripping musky-scented sex. 

Rebecca's impassioned face was hidden by Grace's clutching thighs. 

Rebecca knelt with her stockinged folded legs spread, exposing not only her 
ripe ass, but her pink butterfly sex lips. 

Irv put his hand between Rebecca's legs, fondling her pussy while she went 
down on Grace's hot, dripping, succulent sex. 

Wetness squelched between Rebecca's folded legs where Irv's fingers worked. 
He slipped two fingers inside Rebecca's slit. 

Rebecca's head started to jerk upward, from surprised reaction. But Grace's 
long fingered hands fastened to the top of the brunette head, pushing it 
back down where the mouth belonged. 

With her passion for Grace, Rebecca needed no encouragement. 

PART THREE 

like before, Monica still sat on Wade's lap. Only now, she had stripped down 
to her lingerie ... While he was naked. 

They'd stripped during the action-Wade completely, Monica down to bra, 
panties, hose, and heels. 

She wore a silver lame half-bra, same fabric as her G-string. Her garter 
belt was silver satin, trimmed with scallops of black lace. 

Half-bra? 

Yes it was a bra in all respects, except that most of the breast cups had 
been removed, leaving just enough support at the base to cup and lift 
Monica's heavy tits. But so much fabric was removed, that the bra was almost 
a harness. 

The weight of her bosom stretched the straps, making them cut into her soft 
wide shoulders. 

Virtually all of her breast globes lay exposed, with only the very 
undersides caught in supporting silver cups. 

Her nipples were of course exposed, for kissing, licking, sucking. 

Her bottom pressed Wade's hard cock. Wade's very fair-skinned, and his cock 
glows the deepest darkest red color. 

His arms cradled Monica, who reclined in them, her head tilted back, bronze 
hair falling straight down, face uptilted, neck corded. 

She gurgled with sensual pleasure. 

Wade's face was largely hidden from my view as he nuzzled and nursed at 
Monica's big breasts in that scanty top. 

I saw his eyebrows, shiny red forehead, dark blonde hair. The rest of his 
face was hidden by bosom flesh. 

His right arm passed under Monica's back, cradling her. His left arm kept 
that hand planted between her legs. 

He pulled down the front flap of Monica's silvery G-string, uncovering her 
steamy, rust-colored bush and thick dark sex lips. 

He worked the panties down and put his hand between them, reaching for her 
with the L-shape formed by his thumb and index finger, like he reached to 
shake hands. Only he wedged the edge of his hand against her crotch. 

Monica squirmed as he parted her quivering cunt lips and pressed his hand 
against her dripping pink membranes. 

His thumb pressed, sizzled, her throbbing clitoris. 

Wet squelching sounds came where his hand worked on her crotch. 

Impassioned, squirming Monica jerked up a shapely stockinged calf, the 
hose's silvery threads throwing off glints of light. 

Pop! 

When Wade came up for air, lifting his head, Monica's suckled nipple came 
free from his mouth with a wet sound. 

Her dark fat nipples were larger than even their normal stiff state, thanks 
to his suckling of same. 

He eased Monica off his lap, standing her on shaky feet. 

She didn't much want to stand. His hand, still between her legs, guided her. 
Carefully, she set her high heeled feet down. 

She teetered. He steadied her. She stood with her back to where I knelt 
sucking cock, facing Wade. 

Between the arch of her spread stockinged legs, when he took his hand away 
from her cunt, I glimpsed his cock. 

Wade's stiff penis was a twitching torpedo of red flesh. 

He circled his erection with one hand, holding it so its head jutted from 
the top of his hand, squeezing it. 

Sticky wetness glistened between Monica's legs. 

Wade sat up, holding his stiff cock ready for her. 

Monica mounted him. 

Silvery light glinted from her limbs as she straddled him, spreading her 
stockinged legs wide as she climbed on. 

Feet planted safely on either side of him, she lowered herself down, bracing 
her hands on his broad slab shoulders. 

He reached up, pressing her hips, palms pressing her garters to her copper 
flesh. 

Monica lowered herself, her quivering butterfly sex lips held only inches 
from his crotch. 

Wade tilted his penis to the proper angle. Monica sat on the cock head. It 
plunged between her butterfly pussy lips. At the instant of entrance, her 
ripe ass cheeks reflexively tightened. 

Wade was inside her, partly the rest of his root vanished, slowly swallowed 
up inside her steamy sex as she lowered herself down on him. 

Monica squirmed as she was entered, tossing her bronze hair here and there. 

Wade pulled her the rest of the way down to her. 

Now Monica rested the back of her stockinged thighs on the tops of his bare 
thighs, leaning into him, hands holding his shoulders. 

His hands on her hips helped move her. Monica tilted back and forth, like 
she rode a wooden rocking horse. 

Her tits jiggled and seethed right under Wade's nose and he buried his face 
in the mounds while Monica convulsively hugged his head. 

Linda was short, but she was the biggest of all us gals-- 

In the bosom, that is. 

There was more than enough good fat titty there for both Vance and Mark to 
enjoy, and they both went at it. 

Linda sat on the bar. Her red skirt was still on, but the upper half of her 
outfit had been pulled down, and flopped over her hips. 

Her black bra, specially under-wired and reinforced to provide adequate 
support for one of her oversized tit dimensions, now hung draped over the 
neck of a bottle of twelve year old scotch, like a black banner. 

Linda's endowment was in the size 42-DD variety, with melon breasts, each 
tit seeming as big as the head of the male worshipping it. 

Two breasts-two males. 

Freed from the support of her bra, the breasts drooped somewhat, which was 
only normal, considering her weight, They dangled their globes a bit below 
her elbows, a pair of plumply shining pink teats. 

Cooing with pleasure at her own endowment, Linda cupped her tits, one in 
each palm, her soft bosom flesh slopping over the edges. 

She weighed, juggled her mounds, rubbing them together. 

Pushing them up from below, she offered them up to two male admirers: 

Vance and Mark. 

Vance went for her left breast, Mark for the right. 

Vance and Monica had discovered the newest members, Rebecca and Mark. Their 
foursome was close, almost incestuously close. 

Mark and Vance were very tight and as I watched them working together on 
Linda's breastworks, I wondered, not for the first time. if they had a thing 
going on the side. 

Not that it mattered to me if they were getting it in-- 

Except that it excited me. Almost all males like to watch two women get it 
on. Well, fellas, it works the same way in reverse. 

I'd LOVE to see two males get it on. Then put them both to work for my 
pleasure. 

But no male-male scenes go down in our big group meetings. That's one of our 
taboos. We don't do S/M in our Saturday group meetings, either. 

Of course, group members are free to have their own, more specialized 
get-togethers any time they like, and at some of those smaller, more 
intimate meetings, anything can happen, and has. 

Anyway, I watched Mark and Vance crouch side by side, heads hunched down to 
Linda's breasts, worshipping them. 

Linda sat on top of the bar. Mark and Vance crouched side by side. Linda let 
go of her breasts. She didn't have to hold them. The men would do that. She 
put her arms across their backs, hugging them to her. 

Mark nuzzled her right breast, his hot red face partially hidden in the soft 
flesh he licked and kissed. 

Vance stuffed a stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking it. 

Mark held her breast, fingertips swallowed up in her soft flesh. Her nipple 
swelled out, all dark, brownish-red, swollen, throbbing. 

Mark stuck out his tongue and licked her nipple. 

Linda squealed delightedly. 

Vance rubbed the tops of her thighs. Her skirt was short to begin with and 
his handlings made it ride higher. 

Over the tops of her wildly patterned stockings showed smooth round pink 
thighs, fat frilly garters-- 

And her naked crotch. 

Linda wore garter belt and stockings, but no panties. 

She pushed her knees to the sides, opening her thighs for his hand, which 
stroked the pink plump upper thighs, then drifted upward. 

Linda's face glowed with breathless squirming pleasure as a hand touched, 
then rubbed her naked pussy, fondling it. 

While all the while, her nipples, breasts, were licked and sucked. 

Meanwhile, over on the couch, Irv put it to Rebecca. 

He stood on his knees at one end of the couch, his stiff fat thick cock 
aimed at her ripely rounded hindquarters, while she knelt between Grace's 
spread legs, with her face buried between Grace's thighs. Grace slumped back 
in the far corner. 

Irv's cock was a thick red peg of flesh, stroked until it sizzled against 
Rebecca's plumply curved rear. 

Now, Irv took hold of his cock, fisting it so its fat knobbed head jutted 
from the top of his hand. 

He pressed it to Rebecca's thighs, where they emerged from her stocking 
tops. He rubbed his cock against them. 

Then his cock drifted over to the pink butterfly pussy lips. 

He pressed his cock head to them. 

Rebecca trembled, but kept her mouth glued to Grace's slit. 

Irv massaged his cock head up and down Rebecca's pussy lips, then worked the 
tip of the cock into her slit. 

His cock head pried her open. Fresh tremors shot through her as his cock 
head forced its way into her tight slit. 

Rebecca's dark-haired head jerked. 

Grace's long-fingered elegant white hands fluttered, smoothing down 
Rebecca's hair to her head. 

Irv, now partly in the young woman, inched forward on his knees. Leaning 
into her, his weight powered the cock penetration. 

He sank his red shaft into her, the rod vanishing as it was swallowed up 
inside her steamy pussy. 

Rebecca flinched, squirmed. 

Grace's hands held Rebecca's shoulders, holding her in place for the 
penetration. 

Rebecca's muffled moan reached me, the moan she made when my husband sank 
his cock all the way deep inside her. 

Irv's sweaty hands slid to Rebecca's white hips, holding them. His heavy 
hips lurched forward and backward as he plowed her with his cock. 

Juices coated the shaft when he pulled it partway out of her. Then he'd 
plunge it back in, slow and deep. 

Rebecca got over the excitement and disruption of penetration. 

Grace's soft white hands eased their grip as Rebecca became used to the 
cock. Those hands once more caressed the flexing muscles of the brunette's 
upper back. 

Rebecca's round white buttocks jiggled as Irv's hips bumped them each time 
he sank his shaft deep into her. 

Grace leaned forward, shoulders hunched, stiff-nippled breasts dangling, 
feet braced, hips rocking. 

Rebecca's oral worship was getting through to her. 

My oral action had gotten through to Clark. All that I've told you takes 
longer to describe than it does to see, so really, not much time had gone by 
since Clark had first sunk that fine fat cock of his between my lips, 
fucking my mouth. 

Now, he was just about ready to come. 

His hips pumped, his cock thrust, my head bobbed, my tongue licked. 

Tremors in his cock told me his orgasm was soon due. 

I held the base of his cock with one hand. My other hand roamed free, 
stroking strong hairy thighs, muscular hips, hard buttocks. . 

Clark planted his final, ultimate thrust in me. 

I tilted my head. 

His fat cock head bumped the back of my throat. 

I tilted my head some more and took him all the way, so his fat cock head 
lodged down deep in my throat. 

This time, he didn't pull back for another stroke, but kept his thing 
planted in me. 

My mouth collapsed around his shivering cock, squeezing it. 

The rod jerked on my tongue, trembling. 

All of him trembled, went rigid and shaking. 

A wad of come spurted in my throat. 

I gulped it down. 

Clark's hands pressed my face, sweaty palms hugging my cheeks, cock 
recoiling on my tongue, spurting its load. 

I wrapped my mouth around his rod and swallowed down all his good thick 
sweet cream, come coating my throat. 

Gulp-gulp gulp... 

Clark rose on his toes to push his cock that extra few fractions of inches 
into my throat, to squeeze that last droplet from his cock. 

Come, thick as honey, dribbled down my gullet ... 

PART FOUR 

With Clark doing me from behind, and Wade doing me from the front, I 
couldn't lose! I was plugged at both ends by studs! 

So was Linda. 

Linda and Vance and Mark were in various states of undress. Vance had his 
shorts on, and Mark was bare from the waist up. 

Vance wore a pair of hip-hugging low-slung briefs whose stretch fabric was 
put to the test of holding his big cock. 

His erection bulged in the crotch of the shorts, swelling out their front, 
his buns clearly outlined and largely uncovered. 

Mark had stripped above the waist, and was opening his belt and pants. 

Linda got down off the top of the bar. Vance put his hands around her narrow 
waist and helped her down to her feet. 

Standing-even with her high heels-Linda was a good deal shorter than Mark 
and Vance, a pair of tall men. 

She unbuckled her big belt, shimmied out of her tight red skirt, breasts 
bobbing, hips shaking. She had to work out of that skirt the way some women 
squirm their way out of a girdle. 

Then she stripped down, down to her black lace garter belt, and those 
bizarre patterned stockings and high heels. 

Nature had endowed her in the bust and the butt. Below the lacy black garter 
belt, a pair of creamy ass cheeks swelled out. 

Centered in her creamy white hips was a thick dark brown bush of tangled 
curls, partially covering a thick mound. 

Wetness glimmered on her sex lips from earlier fondlings. 

Linda balanced by resting one hand on Mark, one on Vance. 

She slid her hand over Vance's shoulder, down his hairy chest and flat 
belly, rubbing then clutching his swollen cock. 

She clutched him through his undershorts, squeezing. 

Her other hand slithered down Mark's front. He was less hairy than Vance, 
more slender and less blocky, with a lovely tapered torso. 

Mark opened his pants, pulled down the zipper. His hard-on bulged in tight 
white shorts. Linda thrust her hand inside his shorts. 

Vance pulled off his shorts, stiff cock springing up. 

Mark's trousers fell down his long legs, joined by his undershorts a second 
later, his own hard-on jutting. 

Mark and Vance were both hung. Vance's uncut cock was a torpedo of 
flesh;Mark's circumcised cock was a little bit shorter, but looked thicker. 

Linda took hold of both cocks at the same time. 

She was like a priestess of lust as she gripped both cocks, fingers dancing 
on their shafts, stroking both hot rods. 

Vance and Mark were excited and ready for action. 

Vance and Mark once more helped her hop up on the top of the bar. This time, 
Linda lay flat on her back on it. She lay so her stockinged legs from the 
knees down dangled off the edge of the bar. 

Mark went that way, standing at the edge of the bar facing Linda's legs, 
spread thighs, dripping pussy. 

Vance sidled along the bar, moving so he stood alongside Linda's head. 

Linda's only problem was getting her hands on both males at once. 

Vance stood by the bar, clutching his hard cock with one hand. His other 
hand stroked her curly brown hair. 

Linda turned her head to him. By standing on his toes, Vance was able to 
hold his cock right square over her face. 

He rubbed its underside against Linda's face. 

Her thick lashes fluttered, red color tinged her cheeks, a misty sheen of 
sweat glossily glistened on her face. 

Her watering mouth puckered red lips to press hot sucking kisses on the 
cock. 

Mark, moving forward, pressed sweaty palms over her stockinged thighs, 
stroking, them, fingers twitching. 

Purring, Linda parted her thighs wider, her calves dangling, her high heels 
bumping the side of the bar. 

Mark's cock rose red and rigid from his lean hips, tension holding its head 
aimed upward at the ceiling. 

But he didn't use it right away. 

Instead, he leaned forward, lowering his head to her crotch. 

He fastened his mouth to her dripping steamy sex. 

Already, Linda sweated. Those parts of her flesh that were exposed pressed 
stickily to the smooth bar top. 

She gasped when her hot, sensitive crotch was pressed by Mark's mouth. Her 
arm went down her front, fastening fingers in his hair. 

He nuzzled her crotch, his smooth beardless face scraping softly against her 
nyloned thighs, mouth kissing her crotch. 

He licked her, slipped his tongue in her. 

Her dangling legs reflexively kicked when his lips pressed her parted pussy 
lips and his tongue penetrated her. 

Slurping sounds issued from his mouth working on her sex. 

Vance pressed his sizzling cock against her upturned face. 

Linda lifted the back of her head off the bar top to better kiss Vance's 
cock. 

His free hand, the one not holding his rod, fondled her tits. 

In her position, on her back, her tits lolled like mounds of semi-solid 
flesh, jiggling like jello, crowned by a pair of stiff nipples. 

Vance rolled her nipples in his fingers, tweaking, pinching, pulling. 

Linda parted her puckered red lips, putting out her fat pink tongue so she 
might lick the underside of his cock. 

Vance tilted his cock down, so it hung horizontally over her upturned face. 
She licked its underside, spilling saliva. 

Then she turned her head to the side, facing him, one side of her head 
pressing the counter top. 

She opened her mouth and Vance put his cock inside. 

First, she took just the cock head, her red lips hugging his cock below its 
head's arched rim, sucking and slurping on the cock head like it was a ball 
of hard candy. Saliva streamed from both sides of her stretched mouth. 

Meanwhile, Mark lapped inside her cunt, swallowing down her juices and 
rooting in for more of the same. 

Linda's muscular stockinged legs flexed and jerked in reaction to Mark's 
tonguing, until at last she lifted her legs. 

Draping them across Mark's bowed back, she crossed her ankles and hugged him 
with her legs, her high heels pressing his flesh. 

His head, hugged by her hot thighs, was hidden. 

I got plenty of action myself. 

The taste of Clark's come coated my tongue, the stuff still dripped down my 
throat, and his cock was hard as ever. 

Only now, instead of taking it by mouth, I took it between my legs. 

I'd gotten off my knees from the floor. Now I stood bent over a bar stool. 

My arms were folded under me, hands clutching the stool's round rim. My head 
leaned forward over the edge of the stool. My belly pressed the top of the 
cushioned stool. My ass thrust back, and my stockinged legs were spread. 

My pink butt was framed by the hemline of the corset, by fat thick black 
garters dangling down on both sides, and by the dark tops of my stockings. 

Clark was naked behind me. 

His hands fastened on my bottom. 

Oohing and aahing I love to have my bottom worshipped-I wiggled my rear from 
side to side, buttocks jiggling. 

Clark fastened a hand on each cheek and fondled them, squeezing, pushing 
them together, pulling them apart. 

In front of my face loomed a figure- 

Wade! 

He'd gotten off with Monica and now they'd parted to seek out other 
partners. 

He was glossy with sweat. His cock was thick and limp, glistening with the 
come and pussy juices coating it from fucking Monica. 

He came to me. 

I turned my face to him-my head was level with his crotch. 

His hair was blonde the hair on his head-but his bush was a light ginger 
brown color. His dangling balls were full, heavy, twitching. 

Wade leaned into me, pressing the soft sticky bulge of his cock and balls 
against my face. I nuzzled him. 

His genitals twitched. 

I cupped his quivering balls. His cock jerked. Parting my lips, I glided my 
tongue across them, moistening them. 

I took Wade's cock in my mouth. 

It was limp, twitching. I took it all, my lips pressing its base, my nose 
buried deep in his sweaty, fragrant bush. 

My tongue caressed his quivering cock, teasing it, stimulating it. 

His rod jumped, jerked, stiffened. It firmed up in my mouth. It was like 
blowing up a balloon. 

His hard-on came back fast. His cock thickened and grew long, forcing me to 
pull my head back once he was fully hard. 

Then a fine fat throbbing hard-on was lodged in my mouth. 

Don't think Clark was idle. 

He pressed his hot sweaty face against my bottom. His kissing lips massaged 
my buttocks as his head nuzzled my rear. 

His mustache tickled ... 

Then he stuck the flat of his tongue to my backside and polished up the 
buttocks, covering them with saliva. 

My ass was super-sensitive. His tongue rolled over it, massaging it. 

Delicious! 

Saliva smeared his face, my ass. My pussy quivered. 

All the while Clark worshipped my bottom, I sucked Wade's now-stiff cock. 

Wade's hands fondled my brown curly hair, feverish face, corded neck, smooth 
sweaty shoulders, then reached for my tits. 

My tits protruded, dangling their heavy stiff-nippled globes over the round 
rim of the cushioned bar stool, putting them on display. 

Open to Wade's handling. 

He played with my tits while his cock pumped back and forth in my mouth. My 
lips clung to his sliding rod. 

Clark let off licking my buttocks. My little moan of disappointment rippled 
right through Wade's cock. 

Wade moaned, from my moan. 

Clark's hands fastened on my sticky, saliva coated buttocks, fingers 
kneading soft bottom flesh, pulling the cheeks apart. 

Opening my ass. 

My little puckered ass-hole quivered, contracted. Clark's hot breath tingled 
on my so-very-sensitive anal anatomy. 

Clark wedged his face between my cheeks, fastening his mouth on my ass-hole. 

Hot sucking kisses sent pleasure radiating from my asshole through the rest 
of me. 

His tongue rimmed me, pressed the dimpled hole, then shoved past the tight 
ring to thrust home in the rectum. 

I gasped. 

While Wade worked his cock back and forth in my mouth, Clark tongued my 
ass-hole and rectum, working his tongue like it was a tiny penis. 

Meanwhile, his own penis rose rigid with arousal. 

I know I reached a hand back behind me, groping for Clark's groin, glad when 
my fingers encountered a stiff, swollen rod. 

I squeezed it hungrily. 

Clark kept licking my ass-hole. 

I pressed my palm against his forehead, pushing him away from my ass. 

His tongue glided out of me my ass-hole sealed shut his face popped free 
from my clutching bottom cheeks. 

I couldn't talk, not with my mouth full. 

Holding Wade's swollen sizzling cock at the base, I pulled my head back, the 
red log of flesh gliding over my lips. 

Pop! 

His cock came unplugged from my mouth. the red rod looming in front of my 
face, saliva-dripping, jumping, jerking. 

I held tight to the cock as I breathlessly begged: 

"Fuck me, Clark! Stick it in me!" "Anything you say, little lady," he 
chuckled. 

Then I stuffed Wade's cock back in my mouth, my tongue rolling under his 
cock, caressing seething heat in it. 

His muscular thighs were taut and so were his buttocks as he pumped his hips 
back and forth, his cock fucking my face. 

Meanwhile, my pussy lips quivered expectantly. 

Clark pressed his cock head to them. Sensation flared. Sex lips were 
squashed by the cock head, spread to the sides. 

Then his cock stuffed into me. 

It was heaven! My cunt was hot, hungry, burning for fulfillment. A long hot 
thick log of flesh slid within. 

Clark filled, stretched me. Hot though I was, he was almost too big for me 
to take at first, stretching me. 

His cock holstered itself in my sex, crammed tight. Which burned hotter-his 
hard-on? Or my dripping pussy? 

An academic question. Either way, when cock and cunt were united, a 
firestorm blazed below my waist. 

Clark started with slow, deep, driving thrusts, his cock head jamming up in 
the pit of my pussy. 

Wade's cock worked much faster. His passion burned hotter, and he was closer 
to orgasm. I sucked, slurped. 

like me, bosomy Linda took her men two at a time. 

With her head turned to the side, she sucked Vance's pumping cock, while 
Mark orally labored between her legs. 

Tonguing Linda to orgasm. 

She jerked-stiffened-the embrace of her legs on Mark's back became a bear 
hug, as orgasm sizzled her. 

Her red face contorted, mouth gaping wide, breath hissing. 

Vance pulled his cock out of her mouth. His shaft was almost as red as her 
face. Saliva rolled off it, dripping. 

Linda yowled. 

Vance took hold of the tit nearest him, holding its base, plumping it up. 
Squeezing made the stiff nipple jut. 

While Linda shuddered through her cycle of orgasm, Vance kept his interest 
up-and his cock-by massaging its saliva-coated head against her nipple. 

Linda's climax peaked. 

Relaxation blossomed in her body. Red color tinged her tits, belly, face. 
Tension oozed from her form. 

Tight lines of sexual tension, stamped in her face by the strain of orgasm, 
smoothed out, slacking off. 

Her lashes fluttered, her mouth opened, sighing. The back of her head 
drifted down to rest on the bar. 

Her thighs eased their grip. In their wild diamond-patterned stockings, her 
legs looked like snakes coiling around Mark's pink body. 

Uncrossing her ankles, she let her legs slide down his sweaty back until 
once more they limply dangled from the bar edge. 

Linda's lovely bosomy body lay temporarily limp from sexual release and 
relief, but not for long. 

And Mark wasn't limp at all! 

He was hard when Linda let go with her limbs, and he stood straight up, 
lifting his sticky wet red face from her dripping steamy crotch, his hard-on 
showed itself. 

Mark gripped his member, stroking it. A red dart of flesh. 

His hands fastened on Linda's wide wet pink hips, strong fingers clutching 
smooth pink flesh and pressing frilly garters. 

He pulled her closer. 

Her sweaty bottom made squeaking sounds as he pulled her so her crotch 
quivered close to the edge of the bar. 

He pressed his cock head to her dark slitted sex lips and shoved it in. 

Linda, squirming with pleasure, gasped. 

Vance turned her head once more to him and stuffed his hard cock back into 
her gaping mouth, which closed around it. 

Mark leaned into her, his red shaft sliding into her snatch, vanishing from 
sight as it sank in her dripping sex. 

Her mouth clung to Vance's cock, murmuring with greedy delight as he fucked 
her face, pumping back and forth. 

When Mark was fully penetrating her, he hooked his arms under her legs, 
which she once more wrapped around his body. 

Her legs folded at the knees, hugging his sweaty flanks as he lurched 
forward and backward, ramming her with his fine hung cock. 

Then my attention was turned from the scenes around me-I dearly do love to 
watch-to my own situation. 

Wade pressed sweaty palms to my face as he fucked it, his thick red log of a 
cock plowing between my lips. 

His thrusts were sharp and forceful. Cock throbbing rippled through my head. 
The force of his thrusts sent saliva spraying from my mouth. 

His stiff, cock strained, jumped, jerked. I lightly ran my fingertips over 
his swollen balls. 

Wade jammed his cock deep into my mouth. My tongue squirmed, rubbing the 
underside of his stiff, swollen member. 

Wade groaned. 

Throughout the sucking, he'd moaned and groaned, but this groan was 
different. 

It brought him up short. His cock stopped pumping. He froze, stood 
statue-like, as if paralyzed, his cock plunged in my mouth. 

He shuddered. 

His cock jumped on my tongue. His tasty cock was made even tastier by the 
come and pussy juices which had coated it from his earlier fucking of 
Monica. 

Now, a fresh new taste burst in my mouth. 

The taste of his thick, creamy come. 

Wade groaned, grunting with each spasm that shook not only his cock, but his 
entire body each spasm sending more come into my mouth. 

Come would have backed up in my throat and choked me, if I hadn't kept 
swallowing, sucking the cream from his rod as soon as it came jetting out, 
gulping it down. 

He was so rigid, all over, that his skin was like warm pink rock, vibrating 
with internal tension. 

He pumped his load down my sucking throat. 

Then the stream of semen faded down, dribbling off, thinning to a trickle, 
while his cock writhed on my tongue. 

A fresh load coated my gullet, slowly trickling down ... 

Passion having peaked. Wade slumped like a puppet with its strings cut. 

His body eased, looseness and flexibility returning as the muscles loosened. 
His cock stayed stiff, though ... 

He stopped coming, his gurgling groans replaced by gasps for breath, chest 
heaving, lungs panting. 

He was breathless as a marathon runner at the finish line. 

But Clark wasn't finished, although he was getting there. All the while I'd 
sucked off Wade, Clark had fucked my pussy from behind. 

His horse cock pumped, working fast now. He fondled my bottom and stroked my 
thighs and my corseted sides. 

He held my hips and leaned into me, his weight powering his fat long stiff 
cock in, working it like a sex machine. 

Wade stopped coming, but I kept his cock in my mouth for a while. 

My eyes closed. My mouth hugged Wade's still-stiff cock. Clark's rod reamed 
me. 

He plunged faster and faster, until his cock was a blur of motion between my 
legs, stroking my pussy to the boiling point. 

He was a sweetie, waiting until he'd brought me to climax before letting go. 

I came! 

Orgasm twisted me inside-out. 

Through the pleasure storming through my loins, I was distantly aware of 
Clark lurching into me, jamming his cock 'way deep. 

His cock head lodged in the pit of my pussy, with the rest of my sex 
wrapping his cock tight as a rubber glove. 

His massive cock bucked and jerked inside me, spurting at high pressure a 
mass of come which added to that melting feeling between my legs. 

My own legs were weak, folded, unable to support my weight. Luckily, the 
stool supported me, keeping me in position. 

Clark's cock pumped come into me in throbbing spasms, the come creeping into 
the narrowest space there was, the space between my cunt and his cock. 

No matter how small it was, there was a space there-I know, for a few spurts 
of his cock filled my pussy with come. 

The milky come was thick and creamy and soothing as it soaked into my heated 
sex, getting into the slippery pink walls. 

My climax convulsed my cunt, so it heaved and clamped down on the rod within 
it, squeezing it, milking it dry. 

All around me, scenes of lust boiled up. The picture of my vision shimmered, 
like the heat of all those bodies was sizzling through the playroom. 

With Wade's cock, having pumped a load of come down my throat, now safely 
sheltered in my seething sucking mouth; and Clark's cock, having fucked my 
pussy to climax and filled it with a load of come, jammed tight and deep in 
my pussy, I clung weakly to the bar stool, savoring the pleasure in my body. 

I rested ... 

But soon, I knew, I'd be ready for yet another orgiastic round! 

SPANKING 

"Will you be my daddy?" I asked. 

Mark didn't know what to make of that! 

Mark's a neighbor and friend of Daddy and Mother. He's my friend, too. But I 
wanted him for a very special friend. 

It was early Saturday afternoon. We were in my house, where he'd driven me 
when I left the country club. 

I'd been at the club this morning, taking a swim. Everybody who's anybody in 
the neighborhood belongs to the club. Mark and Rebecca, his wife, just 
joined up. Daddy and some of his friends have a lot of clout in the club and 
they'd gotten Mark and his wife in right away. 

He'd golfed nine holes this morning, and was taking a break in the clubhouse 
when I met him. 

I know he-likes me. When he's over at our house, visiting my folks, he 
treats me like a kid, like the teen daughter of his good friends 

Which I am. 

But I'm so much more, too ... as Mark would find out. 

Stephanie is my name. Everybody calls me "Steffie." Why don't you? 

I'd been in my bikini when Mark saw me. He didn't look at me like I was a 
little girl, he'd looked at me like I was a woman. 

And I'd looked right back. 

I kind of accidentally on purpose bumped into him. Then I asked him real 
nice and sweet for a ride home. 

Daddy and Mother were not at the club. Not home, either, I told Mark. Could 
I please have a ride home? 

Sure! 

Now, I was home. I hadn't changed. I wore a long t-shirt over my bathing 
suit. The shirt hem reached to the tops of my thighs. My brown short hair 
was still damp from the shower I took back at the club, to wash the chlorine 
from the pool out of my hair. I wore a pair of sunglasses with red plastic 
frames. 

When Mark pulled his car into the driveway, I made like I remembered 
something I'd forgotten. 

"Daddy left something for you," I said. "Oh?" 

"Yes, some papers or something, in a folder. It's for you." 

"The prospectus on the Murchison development?" he asked. 

Daddy cooks up a lot of big deals, and everybody who goes in with him makes 
a pile of money. Daddy's got the Midas touch. Daddy'd been talking to Mark 
about a new deal which looked good, I guess. Mark wanted to invest ... 

"I guess so," I shrugged. "I don't really pay attention to things like that. 
But I remember him telling me about some folder of papers. 

"He wanted me to bring them to the club today, to give to you if I saw you." 

That made sense everybody goes to the club on weekends. 

"But I forgot," I said. "Daddy's away with Mother for the day, but I know 
just where he left the folder. 

"Come in, and I'll give them to you!" 

"All right," he smiled. "Fine." 

Mark's a very handsome man. He's young-compared to Daddy and most of Daddy's 
men friends and real handsome and hunky. 

Mark has a handsome cleancut face and athletic body. Brown hair, wavy, cut 
short, parted on the side. Clean shaven face. Brown eyes. He'd got some red 
color in his face from being out on the links this morning. He wore a 
sky-blue sportshirt with an emblem of a pair of golf balls on tees stitched 
over his chest, on the left breast pocket. He wore a pair of beige slacks. 
They fit him snugly, showing his cute ass and his bulge. 

It was cute, the way he tried not to stare at me. 

He followed me around the side of the house, along the flagstone path. I 
made sure to put a special wiggle in my walk. 

I wore a red bikini. It was tight very tight-top and bottom. At the bottom, 
my ass cheeks showed some skin, just oozing out of the too-tight bikini. 

I keyed off the burglar alarm, unlocked the door. Mark followed me in. I 
locked the door and switched the alarm back on. 

"We're all alone in the house," I said. "Isn't that nice?" 

"Heh heh." He smiled like everything was all perfectly innocent. Maybe it 
was with him. Our house is two stories tall, not counting the attic, a big 
house with a verandah, brick front, white pillars. 

I ran upstairs, making sure everything was ready. 

A minute later, I came back downstairs, smiling at Mark. 

"It wasn't where I thought it was, but I know where it is," I said. 

Mark followed me through the ground floor of the house. 

"I'm sure the folder is in Daddy's study," I said. 

Daddy's study is in a room added on to the rest of the house. It's a big 
room. Very mensy, very Daddy. 

There was his big wooden desk, chair, computer covered with a plastic cloth. 
The walls were paneled in dark brown wood real wood Mother hates artificial 
things and insisted Daddy use natural furnishings. There was a bookshelf 
filled with all sorts of volumes. Framed plaques and awards and photographs 
hung on the walls. 

Running along the wall opposite his desk, was a long leather couch. Daddy 
used it for catnaps, when he burned the midnight oil. 

Used it for other things, too. 

The study held everything but Daddy. It seemed like he'd just stepped out 
for a minute, and would be right back. 

"C'mon in," I said. "I knew it's here somewhere!" Mark entered. 

I stepped behind him and pulled the door closed. Didn't lock it, though. 

Before Mark could ask questions, I pressed myself against his front. I 
wrapped my arms around him, leaned into him, kissed him. 

"H-hey!" 

He laughed uneasily. I rubbed my titties against his chest. I tilted my hips 
and rubbed them against his bulge. 

My body was still damp from the shower and had soaked into my long white 
T-shirt so it clung to me. 

Trying to make like it all was a joke, Mark stepped back, trying to slip 
free from me. I kissed his lips. 

He pulled his face away, reached back behind me, took my hands off his 
shoulders and freed himself-he thought. 

He was sweating already. 

"Whoa! Easy does it, Steffie!" 

"Easy doesn't do it," I said, licking my lips. "Hard does it!" 

He held up his hands as if trying to push me away, even though I was out of 
reach. "Now, hold on a minute, Steffie " 

"What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you like me?! " 

"Of course I like you!" he squawked. "As a friend!" 

"I'm very friendly ... " 

"I can see that!" he said. 

"Don't you find me attractive? Hmmmmmm?" 

"Certainly! You're a lovely young lady--even though you're not acting very 
lady-like at this time! 

"Wait a minute hey, no-what are you doing, Steffie?! Wait " 

I peeled off my T-shirt. A good look at me in my red bikini should work 
wonders. I tossed the shirt on Daddy's desk. 

Mark's eyes narrowed. Maybe he didn't want to look, but he couldn't help it. 

I knew what he was seeing I've studied myself in front of the mirror, 
clothed and naked, enough times to know my looks: 

Dark brown hair, cut straight and fine, short and sassy. Face of a teen 
model. I've been asked to model, too, by some fashion industry friends of 
Mother's she used to be a model before she married Daddy. 

Yellow-gold eyes thin straight nose--generous red-lipped sexy mouth. Fair 
skin, which colors easily. 

I'm tall, leggy. My titties are a pair of hard apples, the same size and 
shape, placed on top of my rib cage. Now, they were wrapped in the bikini 
top, its red cups too tight for me, pushing my bust out. Long lean body, 
flat belly, with an inny bellybutton. My hipbones stick out. Red bikini 
bottom stretched tight in a scarlet triangle, hugging my pussy and my rear. 
Long, long legs. 

"You know you want it," I said. 

Mark was in trouble, 'cause I stood between him and the door, and if he 
wanted to get out, he had to go by me. 

"Steffie!" Mark said, gasping, "I I'm shocked!" 

I stood with my hands on my hips. 

"I'll bet there weren't any papers here for me!"-the way he said it, it was 
like a light bulb went on over his head. 

"That's right," I said. "I made it up, to get you in the house! And now that 
you're here-what are we waiting for? Hmmmm?" 

He tried to bluster, but it wasn't working. 

"You're a beautiful girl, Steffie " 

"So they tell me. You can find out for yourself, just how beautiful I am!" 

" But I'm old enough to be your father!" 

"So what? Anyway, I like men. Real men." 

"Your parents-Clark, and Grace how could I ever face them if I...? " 

His voice trailed off when I reached behind my back, for the fastening of my 
red bikini top. 

"Wait a minute, Steffie, don't take that off--ulp!" Too late! 

I unhooked the bikini top and slipped it off, my titties popping free, 
jiggling, showing their little pebbly pink nipples. 

Mark stared. 

I moved closer. He blinked, breaking the trance. His eyes bulged when I 
cupped my titties and felt them up. 

The tingling nipples got all stiff and throbbing. 

"If you're worried about me getting knocked up," I said, "don't! Worry, that 
is! I've been on the Pill since I was a kid!" 

"You're still a kid!" 

"Want to bet?" 

"I don't know whether to kiss you or spank you!" he declared. "Why not do 
both?" ". . . .Huh?" 

"I'm a bad girl," I said, "a very bad girl!" "I'll say!" 

"Daddy knows how to handle me when I'm bad. He takes me across his lap and 
spanks my bare bottom until it's hot and red!" 

Mark gulped. 

"But Daddy isn't here right now," I pouted. You are, though! Won't you be my 
daddy? And give me what I need? 

"I really need a spanking," I went on. "And after I get one, I'll be a good 
girl for you--good in bed! You can do anything you want to me, anything!" 

"How-Steffie, you're an extremely lovely young lady! But I'm a married man!" 

I giggled. 

"Just because I'm young, doesn't mean I'm dumb," I laughed. "Think I don't 
know the score around here? Everybody's married, but that doesn't keep them 
from fucking each others wives and daughters!" 

"But your parents-my friends," he choked, "how could I ever face Clark and 
Grace after having been with you?! " 

"It'll be a lot easier than having to face them if I tell them you tried to 
molest me! More than tried!" 

"Me?! Why, you're the one who-" 

"The one who gets what she wants," I said. "I want YOU! And I'm willing to 
play dirty to get what I want! 

"Don't be a boy scout," I told him. "Wise up! Or do you think that I'll tell 
your wife?! Hah! You won't be the first of my folks friends I'v e had!" 

He rubbed his chin. 

"You should be spanked!" he swore. 

"That's what I've been telling you all along," I said. 

PART TWO 

Mark was just mad enough at me to make the spanking interesting ... and hot 
enough to make it sexy. 

First, we kissed. 

I pressed up against him, rubbing him. This time he didn't pull away. 

My naked titties pressed his hard chest. My stiff nipples scraped against 
the weave of his sport shirt, sending little shivers of sensation through 
them. 

This time, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. 

My head tilted back. His came down, fastening his mouth on mine. Sparks 
flashed when his lips crushed mine. 

I opened my mouth. 

He put his tongue in it. 

THAT was more like it! 

His lips were glued to mine. His tongue tasted my mouth. My tongue rubbed 
his. 

His hands stroked my back. Long and lean, my back was bare down to where the 
red bikini bottom covered me. 

His hands drifted down to my rear and held on. He gripped my cupcake cheeks, 
one in each hand, feeling them through the bikini. 

I rubbed my hips against his crotch. His soft bulge wasn't-- 

Wasn't soft, that is. But it bulged bigger than ever as his cock got hard 
when I rubbed my crotch against it. 

"Ummmmmmm," I murmured, feeling it grow. His cock felt good and hard and 
hung. 

I slid my mouth out from under his, coming up for air. He breathed hard. Me, 
too. 

"Spanking first," I said. 

"You don't need that " 

"Yes, I do! I really do!" 

Mark put his hand on my titties, playing with them. 

"It gets me hot," I said, "spankings. I don't know why, but it just gets me 
hotter than anything!" 

He rubbed my stiff throbbing nipples. "Does Clark spank you?" 

"When I'm bad," I said. 

"What else does he do to you?" 

"I ll tell you all," I sighed, "later!" 

Stepping back from him, I got loose from his embraces. "Spanking first!" 

"I'm going to enjoy this," Mark said. "You really do have it coming, you 
little tease!" 

Now you've got the idea," I said, shaking with excitement. 

He caught me by the wrist and hustled me over to the leather couch, my 
stiff-nippled titties bobbing as he hauled me along. 

He sat down and pulled me across his lap. 

"Ahhhhh ... " I sighed. I felt hot and dreamy. Stretching across his lap 
with my bottom turned up was like coming home. 

My head hung down. My bare titties bobbed against his thigh. His legs were 
strong, muscular, powerful. 

like the hard cock between his legs, which my hips pressed down on. 

Mark squeezed my buns through the bikini. 

"You've got a very spankable ass!" he said. 

"Daddy always spanks me on the bare." I wiggled my bottom. 

Mark slammed his palm down on it. 

Crack! 

"Ouch!" 

Chuckling, Mark pulled down my bikini bottom, off my behind. Seams tore as 
he pulled the bikini down off my ass. It fell to my knees. 

My bare ass was turned up to him, cheeks quivering. 

Pussy quivering. 

His hand hesitated on my ass. He stared at my pussy, I knew. I let him look 
for a couple of seconds before closing my thighs. 

I rubbed my crotch against his hard-on. 

Mark moved me on his lap, positioning me better. He put his hands on my 
bottom and felt it up, stroking and squeezing. 

He only felt the cheeks-not inside. Not my little ass-hole. 

Not yet. 

"Don't be afraid to hurt me," I said. "It's no good unless it hurts!" 

"Giving orders about how you'll be spanked?! That won't do!" 

He spanked me. 

He was a young man, strong, forceful. But I guess he hadn't given many 
spankings. He and his wife were a young married couple with no kids. I guess 
he didn't spank Rebecca, either. 

At first, he was afraid to hit me too hard. But like I said, it's no good 
unless it's for real. 

"Harder!" I said. "Harder owwwwwww!" 

"THAT hard enough for you?! And THAT?! 

And THAT! and THAT! and THAT!" 

"Owwwwwww! . . .Yes ... . owwwww!" 

Then he gave me a real good, hot spanking. 

His palm crashed down on my buns. He didn't need to use a hairbrush or 
paddle or strap, just his bare hand, to get through to me. 

Each time he slammed down his palm, he rocked all of me. My bottom stung 
after only a few hits. He kept on pouring them on. 

My ass tingled-then stung-then burned. 

First, it only hurt when he hit me. Then, the bottom flesh tingled with hot 
soreness, even between the spanks. Then my bottom burned by itself, so when 
he swatted it, it really ached! 

It got to me. Spankings always do. 

My eyes stung. Wetness misted them. Then some fat tears spilled down, 
dribbling down my cheeks ... cheeks of my face. 

I squirmed on his lap. I rubbed my crotch against his hard-on. The harder he 
spanked, the more I rubbed, and the more I rubbed his hot hard cock, the 
harder he spanked-really getting to me. 

Heat from my burning bottom oozed into my front, mixing with the heat in my 
pussy, which was dripping wet. 

My bikini bottom fell down my kicking legs. It hung there, wrapped around 
one ankle. Apart from that, I was naked. 

I didn't keep my thighs closed any more, so he could see the thin pink lips 
of my slit under my reddening ass. 

"Owwww! Please, no more!" I cried. 

"Ohhhhhh, no!" he said, tightening his hold. "This is what you wanted! 
You've got a spanking coming to you, and I mean to see you get all of it!" 

He slammed my sizzling bottom with hard swats, really beating my behind! 

"Please, please! I'll be a good girl!" 

He kept right on spanking me. It hurt, but it was so real, since I was 
aching to stop the spanking, but couldn't do a thing to stop it. 

Then suddenly, it stopped, like a pounding rainstorm that just blows away. 

Pain didn't stop. 

Hot pain, burning my bottom. My ass felt swollen, as much as I could tell, 
which wasn't much, since it still burned so much. 

My sobs sounded loud in the silence after the spanking. His hard breathing 
was loud, too. 

"No more!" I sobbed. "Please! I I'll do anything you want! Anything!" 

 PART FOUR 

My ass blazing, I straddled Mark, smearing his face with my tears as I 
kissed him. The backs of my thighs were on the tops of his thighs, I held 
his strong shoulders and straddled his open thighs, wetly kissing him. He 
held my hips. 

My ass was red and burning. 

Mark groped me. 

He was past all that how-could-lever-face-your-dear-parents? stuff he'd been 
handing out earlier. He was into it now, all the way into it. 

He liked loved-it! 

My sore hot ass showed how much he'd gotten into spanking me. And when I 
squirmed on his lap, sobbing, trying to twist away from his hurting hand, 
when my pussy had rubbed his hard cock-he'd rubbed back. 

Now, he felt me up. He handled my titties, one in each hand. He squeezed 
them, played with stiff nipples. 

He pressed his face to my titties, nuzzling them. Kissing, licking. 

He nibbled one of my nipples, holding it in his lips, licking it. 

He reached for my crotch. 

I gasped when he touched me there, but I went right on kissing him, more 
passionately than ever. 

His fingers found my wetness. He chuckled when he saw how wet I was. I got 
wetter from the way he handled me. 

He rubbed my pussy lips, then slipped--stuffed-his middle finger in me. I 
was wet, so it went in easy, but I was tight, too, so that finger filled me. 

Mark sucked my nipples and finger fucked me. 

He put his hand on my hot ass. I screeched, my breath hissing. He chuckled 
some more, as he felt up my ass. 

"That sure is hot!" 

"Ow! Ouch! Owwwwwww!" "And you just keep getting hotter and wetter!" 

One hand worked my front, the other hand worked on my hot ass. 

I closed my eyes, held his shoulders, bit my lip. I slid my hands down on 
his hard chest, his flat belly, his- 

His bulge. 

And it was a bulge. His hard-on rose up in his pants like a mountain. I 
rubbed, squeezed, stroked it. 

Mark moaned, too. 

"Fuck me," I whispered. "Stick it in me!" 

"How you talk!" he gasped from the way I was handling him. 

"Give me that good hard cock! Stick it in my mouth!" 

His hands eased and I slid off his lap. I didn't go far, only down to my 
knees with my head level with his crotch. 

"Put it in my mouth!" 

I reached for his pants, for the catch. Mark held my hands and took them 
away and stood up, reaching for his belt. 

I wouldn't have minded if he'd taken off that belt and used it on me, on my 
ass, strapping me for being such a teen tease. 

But then I would have had to wait to suck him. 

As it was, there was no wait. Mark opened belt, pants, fly. White cotton 
undershorts showed when he pulled his pants down from his hips. 

His shorts swelled from his stiff cock. 

He pulled down his underpants. His hard-on flopped in my face. 

Moaning, I took hold of it with both hands. It was hard and hot. I rubbed my 
face against it. 

He stroked my head, my hair. He took hold of his cock. 

Mark pressed his cock head to my mouth. 

I kissed it. 

Then licked it. 

Then took it in my mouth. 

My lips were wet-I'd licked them. Mark's hard-on was wet I'd licked it, too. 
The slippery rod slid right across my lips and tongue. 

It felt GOOD to have my mouth filled with a cock. I closed my eyes and 
wrapped my mouth around it and sucked. 

Mark sighed and gasped and groaned. His hands pressed my head, moving it. 

I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking. His thick cock stretched my lips 
at the corners, squashed my tongue. 

When he pushed his cock in, my nose pressed his woolly bush. That's how deep 
I took it. It burned hotter with each stroke. 

Men get a kick out of seeing their stiff fat cocks pumping in my mouth, 
fucking my angel face. 

But they get even more of a kick from how good I suck them. Not many girls 
my age can suck cock so well. 

But then, I've had lots and lots of practice! 

Saliva spilled down the corners of my mouth, wetting my chin. I pulled my 
head back so his cock pulled out until only its head was between my lips. 
Then I sucked and slurped on the head, and rubbed it against the roof of my 
mouth. 

Then I took the cock all the way out of my mouth. It was red and wet and 
throbbing in front of my face. Twitching. 

I rubbed it against my face. Spit mixed with tears. 

Mark groaned some more when I licked his balls. The hair on them was fine as 
wire, no, thread, long and black. His bush was more curly. 

His balls rippled as my tongue rolled over them. 

Mark couldn't hold back any longer. He put his cock back in my mouth. 

After all that ball-licking and face-rubbing, it didn't take him too many 
more strokes to come in my mouth. 

He babbled for me to be sure and swallow it As if I wouldn't! 

When he came, I pushed my head forward, taking his cock as deep as I could. 

He came heavily. I had to suck and swallow as fast as I could, to keep from 
choking on all that goo. 

But I got it all. My mouth milked him. 

Mark sighed, slumped, panted. His cock shivered in my mouth. Each throb 
oozed another come droplet out. 

His come trickled down my throat, slow and sweet. 

I held his cock in my mouth a long time. He stood there with his cock 
planted in my mouth, oohing and aahing as it twitched on my tongue. 

My hands rubbed my ass, trying to take some of the soreness out. I only made 
it sting worse by touching it, but that was okay. 

Mark wanted to fuck me. 

When he took his cock out of my mouth, it was still hard. I smacked my lips, 
tasting his come in my mouth. 

I got on my hands and knees and turned, facing my red ass to him, and my 
pussy. I shook my ass, wiggling it for him. 

He peeled off his shirt-it was wet with big dark patches of sweat. His 
undershirt. Naked above the waist. Below, too, with pants and shorts down at 
his feet. 

He slid off the chair and stood on his knees on the floor behind my behind. 

He put his hands on my ass. 

I squealed. 

He slapped and squeezed it. His other hand rubbed me between the legs. 

"God! I'm so hot!" I moaned. 

He pressed his cock against my ass. His rod was red, rubbery, sticky wet. It 
twitched when he rubbed it against my hot red ass. 

He hooked his arm under my belly, guided his cock down to my pussy, pressed 
its head against my thin pink slit. 

"Oh! Oh!" 

His cock head opened, entered me, a big fat knobbed ball of flesh. He pushed 
his hips forward, shoving his cock into me. 

It was big and I was hot and wet, but tight, too, so his rod stretched me as 
he sank it in me. 

I groaned as he entered me. He put it in all the way, holding it there for a 
little bit while he felt me up. 

Then he fucked me. 

He held my hips and plowed his cock in me. My palms pressed the floor and 
the side of my head did, too, while my red ass was raised up high. 

He reached under me and took hold of my titties. His cock was deep in me. He 
pulled my titties, pinched the nipples. 

Then he took hold of my hips and fucked me some more. 

He was still fucking me when Mother came in. 

PART FIVE 

Mother strapped Mark while I played with myself. 

Mark, naked, crouched on the floor. His arms were folded on the floor and 
his face was buried in his hands. 

Lots of raw red marks striped his bottom. 

Mother wore a white negligee, with lots of fluffy gauze and trimmings of 
bows and ribbons. It was all full, silky, and see-through. With the desk 
lamp shining behind her, her slim, leggy form was outlined under the 
wrappings. 

Mother is very lovely, with ash-blonde hair, a cool lovely elegant face, 
emerald eyes, perfect features. Her body is slender with lovely limbs and 
sharp-pointed firm breasts and long legs. 

She's not my birth mother. She's my step-mother, Daddy's second wife. But 
I'm closer to Mother than I've ever been to my real mother. She my real 
mother-didn't like the games Daddy and I played. She played them, too, but 
she didn't like them. But before she made her move. Daddy had some pictures 
taken of her in secret, showing her doing all kinds of perverted things, and 
he threatened to send copies to everyone she knew, all her relatives and 
friends, if she ever so much as whispered the kinds of games we all used to 
play. She was shaken and took her settlements and alimony and didn't make a 
fuss. 

Daddy got custody of the kids, too. 

Then he took up with Grace Mother. 

She's so cool and elegant and poised in public, that you could never imagine 
the wild and kinky things she loves to do. 

She's a perfect match for Daddy ... for me, too. 

We'd arranged this all, of course. Mark was in the same swing group as my 
folks. But Mother wanted him for her own, to play kinky games that they 
don't play with their regular group. Adults can be so stuffy sometimes! 

I knew Mark's schedule, and bumped into him on purpose at the club. After he 
agreed to drive me home, I called Mother at our house. 

When I came home, I went upstairs to see her. Then I went back downstairs 
and came on to Mark and got him to spank me. 

And you know about that. 

But it was all a set-up. Mother easily sneaked up to Daddy's office. Mark 
was too busy fucking me to pay attention to anything else. 

And, of course, he was sure the house was empty. 

Then, right when Mark was really stroking and getting into fucking my pussy, 
Mother burst into the room. 

Mark was so surprised, he jerked back and pulled right out of me, right when 
he was about to come. 

He squawked, grabbed his cock- 

And came! 

He'd been just about ready to come and when he grabbed his cock the touch of 
his hand set him off and he squirted. 

Come jetted from his cock. Some spilled on my ass. Mark yelped, holding his 
cock with both hands and trying to cover it and catch the come. 

"GGrace!" he gasped. "Oh, God! What-what are you doing here?! " He 
practically shrieked, he was so upset. 

She was real cool. She acted like she'd caught me necking with a boyfriend. 
She was amused sophisticated. 

"I wanted to catch you doing something like this," she said, "and now you'll 
have to admit you've been fairly caught!" 

Mark stopped coming. He looked cornered, eyes darting this way and that. He 
was devastated. 

I got up from the floor, rubbing my sore ass. 

Mark started for his clothes, but Grace moved to stand between him and them. 
So, he kept crouching on the floor. 

"No," she said, "naked is how I like you!" 

"Gr ace please, I don't understand " 

She told Mark the facts of life. I'm under-age. He isn't. He could get in a 
lot of trouble about that, if anybody wanted to press the issue. But why get 
ugly? They were all friends-more than friends. Grace was very fond of Mark. 
She wanted to get to know him better, even more intimately than in the swing 
group. Mark interested her. He had potential. Only he was in need of 
training for proper development. She would train him. 

That wasn't exactly the way she said it, but you get the idea. She said it 
in her cool, honeyed voice that could make you shiver just to listen to it. 
Mark's confusion was replaced by the knowledge of what she wanted. 

"Training? What kind of training?" 

"Oh, you've already had a taste of it with Steffie-only then you were giving 
it. Now, you'll be on the other end." 

"You-this can't be serious you don't want to spank me?! " 

"Spank? Oh, no ... I had something a bit stronger in mind. But nothing that 
a strong young man like you can't stand!" 

Her gauzy negligee brushed his face. Her hand ruffled his hair. 

"Afterward, I'll instruct you on how to please me," she said. "You'll like 
that! But first-your punishment!" 

Mark was hesitant, until she opened her negligee, sweeping it back, showing 
her perfect body in a white satin bra, garter belt, panties, stockings. He 
fussed and fidgeted and squirmed, but he was already lost to her spell. 

So there he crouched, with his head down and his ass turned up while Grace 
stood over him, strapping him. 

He worried about the marks-she told him he'd just have to hide them from his 
wife until they healed. 

"Or you can tell her how you got them," Grace suggested. "I have a feeling 
that Rebecca might be more than a little interested in joining our menage!" 

She let him off easy, with only a dozen strokes from his own belt, held 
looped double in her hand for added striking power. 

Eyes moist, hands rubbing a sore bottom, Mark looked up at Grace, waiting 
for her next command. 

Grace looked very sexy, in her cool stylish way, standing there in her gauzy 
negligee, lingerie, holding the doubled strap loop resting against her taut 
thigh. 

Mark sniffled. Not looking back, he rubbed his sore smarting ass, wincing as 
he put his hands on his bottom flesh. 

Grace stood by him, folds of her negligee brushing his face. Her hand 
stroked his bowed head. 

"Grace-this is so strange, so strange!" 

"You seem to be adjusting to it readily enough," she said, patting his head. 
"This proves it!" 

By "this!" Grace meant his cock, which was hard. 

To make sure he got the message, she daintily swept back the folds of her 
negligee, uncovering a long stockinged leg. Lifting her high heeled foot, 
she nudged Mark's jutting cock with it. 

"Yes," Grace said, "you certainly seem to be taking properly to the 
treatment! Now, mind your manners-be sure to thank me for punishing you!" 

Mark thanked her, stumbling over the words. 

"You can express your thanks in a more tangible way," she said. "No, don't 
bother to kiss the belt! Since it's your belt, there would be little purpose 
in that! 

"No, instead you can show your humble appreciation by kissing my-shoe! My 
shoe, for starters!" 

He lowered his head to her foot and lovingly kissed it. His head was bowed 
and his striped ass stuck up. 

And his thick hard cock jutted down. 

After he'd kissed both feet, Grace said: 

"I know how well you use your mouth, Mark, from some of our earlier 
encounters with the group. That was one of the main reasons I chose you for 
this! 

"But the group is large, and time is short, and our little get-togethers 
don't allow the time to devote to individual attention! 

"I know you want it, Mark! Admit it you adore me!" 

"Frankly ... yes! I have from the moment I first saw you!" 

"If you want to be with me, you'll have to serve my pleasure!" 

"I'll give you whatever you want--anything!" 

"Of course you will," she said. "Stand up." 

Groaning from his sore bottom, Mark got to his feet. His hard cock aimed its 
head at the ceiling, it stood so firm and rigid. 

Grace took his belt and looped it around the back of his neck, holding its 
ends in her hands, pulling his head down so it was bowed. 

She kissed his forehead. "Here remove my robe." 

Turning her back to him, she slipped the gauzy pink and white negligee off 
her slim shoulders. 

"Now my bra ... " 

His hands shook as he fumbled with the catch at the back of her bra. His 
sweaty face reddened as he fumbled with the catch. 

Finally, he got it open and Grace took it off, showing her perfect 
pear-shaped breasts when she turned to face him. 

Mark was allowed to kiss both perfect nipples. 

"Hey!" I said. "What about me?! " 

"I suppose you deserve some kind of reward," Grace said. "You did very well 
today, Steffie!" 

"Thanks," I said. 

"Steffie's in training," Grace explained. "She's my assistant submissive to 
me, but sometimes I let her practice domination on my men." 

"Men? You mean there are more than one-- 

"But of course!" Grace said. "Or do you think that I'm so unsightly that 
you're the only one interested in me?" 

"No, no, of course not-" 

"Hmmmmm ... since you spanked Steffie's bottom, it's only fair that you kiss 
it and make it better!" 

She made Mark get down on his hands and knees. I turned my back to him, 
looking down over my shoulder at him, my hands on hips. 

My bottom, red and sore, loomed in front of his face. His lips already were 
puckered up, like he longed to kiss and lick. 

I leaned back and shoved my ass in his face. 

Moaning, Mark pressed the first of many kisses on it ... 


THE END
