Lured Into Swapping
by Curt Aldrich


FOREWORD 

Swapping is as old a sexual practice as adultery. The motives are similar, 
and the difference is solely that all parties consent to the sexual 
transgression. Yet, in America and elsewhere, swapping of bedmates is 
considered highly immoral. 

In this book, the author attempts to examine the issues rather than pass 
judgment on them. For instance, it readily becomes apparent that swapping 
isn't a magical word to cure the world's sexual hangups. Swapping bedmates 
can create problems even more overwhelming than the ones the swappers are 
trying to escape. 

As Sigmund Freud and other, more recent, psychiatric workers have pointed 
out, the primary human emotion other than hunger and survival is sex. Sex 
literally makes the world go round. A great deal of the leisure time 
activities of many people are sexually oriented and swapping might be 
compared to such activities as simply a more acute example of leisure time 
utilization. 

Swapping becomes a complicated and titillating process which entails 
encounter and then the sophisticated probing, back and forth, of respective 
sexual levels. The final frenetic activity is like the end play in a deeply 
engrossing game which requires a lot of energy and concentration. 
Unfortunately, the game is dangerous. The pitfalls of swapping mates range 
from psychological to physical danger. The emotional fall out can be even 
more devastating. 

In this book Curt Adrich graphically examines the problems and techniques of 
experienced swappers searching for new companions. He also looks at the 
other side: What happens to a young, newly married couple that is lured into 
swapping and find it an enjoyable experience? What happens when the wall of 
guilt is broken down? Is it possible to feel too free about sex? 

Lured Into Swapping deals with all of these questions and, we hope, answers 
some of them. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Thank goodness for Saturdays! Susan thought as she sat up in bed and 
stretched voluptuously. 

Her titties lifted and swelled, nearly bursting from the top of her flimsy 
nightgown. She brushed the blonde hair away from her face and glanced at the 
clock-radio on the bedside stand. 

The time was nine-twenty. If this were a weekday, Susan would have been hard 
at work at the Acme Construction Company, typing letters and trying to avoid 
the groping hands of her middle-aged boss. But as it was, she could relax in 
bed and lazily listen to the water running while her husband took a 
leisurely shower. 

She lay back. Since it was a warm summer morning, she didn't bother to draw 
the sheet up over her breasts. Those luscious mounds hardly spread at all as 
she reclined. The pale pink nipples showed through the gauzy blue nylon of 
her nightie. 

Susan had considered the sheer nightgown sinful when Bill had given it to 
her for their two-month anniversary. But he had insisted that she wear it, 
and she had gotten so she enjoyed having it on, because of the way his eyes 
always lit up when he saw her in it. 

The water stopped, and Susan felt a quickening of her heartbeat. Perhaps, 
since it was Saturday and neither she nor Bill had to go to work, he would 
come back to bed for a while. Though Susan still considered it somewhat 
indecent to enjoy sex, she couldn't deny the great pleasure that it gave 
her. There was nothing so wonderful as the feeling of Bill's firm, muscular 
body covering hers and the thrust of his.... 

Cock. 

Susan dared to think the word, even though she would never use it. 

The bathroom door opened and Bill ambled out, ruffling his damp hair with a 
towel. He was nude. 

Susan's blue eyes widened and a blush came to her cheeks as she stared at 
his cock and balls. 

"Bill!" she exclaimed. "For goodness sake, put some clothes on!" Then she 
remembered what she had been thinking earlier and quickly added, "Or at 
least wrap the towel around yourself." 

He grinned at her. "What's the matter? Still not used to seeing a man with 
his pants off?" 

"I don't think a man should go walking around with his pants off," Susan 
replied, struggling unsuccessfully to keep from looking at her husband's 
privates. "It isn't nice." 

Nice was one of Susan's favorite words. It seemed to Bill that she used it 
in every other sentence. 

"I forgot to take my shorts into the bathroom with me," he said. "Anyway, 
what's the difference? We're married." 

Crossing to the chest of drawers, he had to pass the window which faced a 
row of trees at the back of the apartment complex. He and Susan both enjoyed 
the lush green view and the secluded location of their new suburban 
apartment. It was so much nicer, to use Susan's word, than the cramped 
little place where they had first lived after they were married, right in 
the central city with all the traffic noise and dirt and smog. 

Bill stopped and faced the window, confident that there was no one to see 
his exposure because of the trees and a steep rise of earth beyond. He 
glanced down into the small fenced patio of the ground-floor apartment, just 
beneath his. He tensed. 

Stretched out on a blanket in the patio was Liz Martino, his downstairs 
neighbor, and she didn't have a stitch on. Bill stared at the triangle of 
thick black hair which adorned the base of her soft, sensuous belly. He 
drank in the loveliness of her magnificent tits. They were among the biggest 
boobs he had ever seen, beating his wife's fine 38's by several inches. 

Bill's cock stiffened and stood up. 

With his back turned toward Susan, she wasn't aware of the change that had 
come over him. Nor was she aware of what he was looking at. She was mildly 
vexed by his lack of interest in her, but to say anything about that would 
have seemed too forward. 

Liz's eyes were concealed by large dark glasses as she basked in the morning 
sun. Suddenly she turned over, presenting her beautifully contoured bottom 
to the sun's warm kiss. 

Bill's big, fat hard-on throbbed. 

Finally he thought of his wife, first in the context of what she must be 
thinking of him, standing there gazing out the window as he was, then in a 
more intimate and purposeful way: he needed a cure for his horny condition, 
and Susan's warm little pussy was just a few steps away. 

He turned toward her. 

"Oh, my goodness!" Susan exclaimed when she saw his prick sticking up. 

Bill grinned a bit bashfully. "Thought I'd surprise you," he said. 

"But how...?" 

"I guess I get turned on by trees." He felt he couldn't admit that it was 
their beautiful downstairs neighbor who was responsible for his condition. 

He approached the bed, his erection waggling. His balls hung blatantly 
exposed, surrounded by wispy brown hair. Staring at his exposure, Susan 
became aroused. 

Bill took hold of the sheet which partially covered his young wife and 
stripped it to the foot of the bed. Susan's creamy thighs were revealed 
below the lacy edge of her nightgown. Her blonde, wedge-shaped pelt showed 
through the sheer cloth, as did her belly button and breasts. 

Bill got down on the bed beside her. 

"Let's pull the sheet up," she said as he slid an arm underneath her. 

"To hell with the sheet! What's wrong with my looking at you while we fuck?" 

Fuck! Bill had actually said fuck! That was the first time he had used the 
vulgar word in her presence, and Susan felt offended. But aroused as she 
was, she let the offense pass. Anyway, she was more concerned about his 
wanting to have sex without a cover on, so that he could see what she looked 
like between her legs and everything! 

"Please let's get covered up!" she begged. "This isn't nice!" 

"No!" Bill protested, and jerked the sheet from her hand as she began 
pulling it up. He tossed it over the foot of the bed, out of reach. 

If Liz Martino could sunbathe in the nude where the upstairs neighbors could 
get a look at her, he guessed that his own wife could have sex with him 
without being covered. 

Susan felt embarrassed as he began caressing her body. He was staring at her 
breasts, watching them wobble and quiver as he rubbed his hand across the 
front of her sheer nightie. Her nipples pricked up against the gossamer 
cloth. 

Bill stroked his hand lower, across her nearly flat belly, ruffling her 
pubic hairs through her nightgown. He watched as he stroked her bare thighs, 
then began pushing her nightie up. 

Embarrassed though she was, Susan couldn't help being thrilled. Whenever 
Bill touched her as he was doing then, every nerve-end in her skin seemed to 
stand at attention and tingle. 

He uncovered her lovely cunt. 

He couldn't see much of her cunt, to be precise, because she held her legs 
together. But he had a fine view of the delicate golden hairs that topped 
it, and he could see the beginning of her vaginal slit. 

Always up to that moment Bill had respected her modesty, though he had 
yearned to admire her total beauty. But after being confronted by the 
Martino woman's blatant exposure, he no longer saw any sense in denying 
himself a full view of Susan. After all, she was his wife. 

He grasped her shapely thighs and forcefully moved them apart. Susan was 
dismayed, but her excitement prevented her from resisting. 

Bill slid between her spread thighs and knelt there, his handsome prick 
standing at attention. He gazed delightedly at the beige, hair-sprinkled 
outer lips of Susan's slit, and at the narrow strip of pinkness visible 
between the hairy labia. As she looked up at him, tense with excitement and 
not knowing what to say, he grasped her thighs from underneath and bent them 
back, spreading them wider apart at the same time. Her luscious young pussy 
puckered, opening at the center. Its smooth inner folds gleamed with the 
moisture she was already exuding. 

"God, but you're beautiful!" Bill exclaimed. 

"Do you really think so?" Susan asked, because she had never thought of 
herself as beautiful between the legs. 

"You'd better believe it!" 

An urgency gripped Bill, and he fell forward onto his elbows, letting his 
bride's legs relax. He drew her lacy nightgown off her shoulders, baring her 
tits, which were the only intimate parts of her that she had let him admire 
in the nude before. 

They were the most beautiful titties he had ever seen, even including those 
of the actresses in R-rated films and the dancers in the strip shows he had 
sometimes attended. 

Though not as large as Liz Martino's mountains, they had better shape. 
Susan's breasts were lusciously firm even when she lay on her back and her 
baby-pink nipples stuck rigidly up surrounded by neat pebbly aureoles of a 
perfectly matching hue. No veins showed through the creamy flesh of her 
breasts. All in all, her tits were mouth-watering perfection. 

Bill bowed his head and began to lick his bride's nipples. 

Sweet thrills radiated through Susan's breasts and spread to all parts of 
her body. She sighed passionately and tousled her husband's damp brown hair. 
His prick seemed to burn her belly as it stood sandwiched between them. 

She wanted that prick no less intensely than he wanted to give it to her, 
and his urgency was so great that he could spend little time licking and 
sucking her titties. 

He adjusted his position so that the tip of his penis was at the portal of 
Susan's moist cunt. Then he pushed, and his hot rod slid all the way up 
inside her. 

"Oooooh!" she passionately exclaimed. 

"Feel good?" he teased, breathing hotly against her ear. 

"Yesss!" 

"Want me to stroke it?" 

"Yes! Yes!" 

"Tell me." 

"Ooh, Bill! That isn't nice!" 

Bill brushed off her complaint, demanding, "Tell me what you want me to do." 

That was something else about them-they had never talked during sex. Susan 
had always seemed reticent about verbalizing any sexual references, and in 
that connection also Bill had respected her wishes. Until then. Suddenly he 
had an overpowering need to hear her beg to be fucked. 

"Move it!" was all Susan said, writhing as she felt his big cock sticking up 
inside her. 

"Move what?" Bill demanded. It was difficult for him to keep from stroking, 
but he needed this additional concession from his bride. 

Susan was distraught. "Move your ... oh, you know!" 

"Say it, baby," Bill purred, and licked her ear. 

"Your...." 

Bill grasped a titty and squeezed it, rubbing his thumb roughly across the 
rigid nipple. 

"Your cock!" Susan exclaimed. "Move your cock!" 

Bill pushed himself up on his arms and began to stroke vigorously in and out 
of his bride's slippery, clasping cunt. 

"Oooooh!" she moaned in rapture. 

Her hips went into motion, matching her husband's strokes. Her titties shook 
springily up and down, and the sight of them vibrating that way in bright 
daylight stimulated Bill to thrust his rod into her even harder. The 
friction was magnificent for them both, as her narrow chamber sought to 
cling to his stroking piston though her slickness let him slide smoothly. 
Each sensuous motion heightened their excitement until they were clutching 
each other as he lay fully atop her, driving his bare hips for all they were 
worth. His rod pounded into Susan, thrilling her beyond words. 

She felt herself starting to come, and as the blissful warmth spread through 
her she let out a cry of ecstasy. Bill kept fucking, pumping his prick ever 
faster into her tight, warm sheath. 

Finally she shook from head to toes at the height of orgasm, and he let go, 
jerking and spurting his warm cream inside her. 

"Oooh ... oooh ... oooooh!" Susan panted. 

She was clutching Bill so hard that her nails threatened to draw blood from 
his back. Her ass was up off the mattress, clenched and quivering as he 
throbbed spastically within her, shooting his seminal bullets to the 
innermost core of her being. 

Ecstasy dissolved into wondrous relaxation. Bill lapsed heavily atop his 
bride, and she sank into the soft mattress. She cooed and kissed him about 
the neck. He caught her dainty earlobe in his mouth and sucked it. 

"Ooh, baby, that was the greatest!" he said. 

"Yes, it certainly was!" she agreed, still breathing hard. 

Bill was thinking about what had made this particular session so good, and 
he knew that he had his downstairs neighbor to thank for it, at least in 
part. Seeing her sunbathing nude on her patio had given him a special 
stimulation. 

I wonder what it would be like to get into HER, Bill speculated. 

It was the first time since he and Susan were married that he had given the 
slightest thought to making out with another woman. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Susan was just pulling on a pair of panties when the door chimes rang. 

Now who could that be? she wondered. 

As she hurried to the closet to get a dress, her erect titties jiggled. 

No time for a bra, she decided as she pulled a summery frock off a hanger. 

The chimes sounded again as she stepped into the dress and drew it up. She 
zipped the front as she hurried through the living room to the front door. 
She pushed her long, golden hair away from her face and drew the door open. 

"Hi!" Liz Martino said cheerily. The voluptuous brunette was decked out in 
red candy striped pants and a low cut, clingy white top. She wore hoop 
earrings. 

"Hello," Susan smiled, a bit flustered because she felt disheveled. "Uh ... 
come in." 

"Sure you have time to chat? I mean, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" 
Liz's dark eyes swept the living room as she entered. 

"You're not interrupting a thing. I was-well, I just took a shower, and you 
caught me without any clothes on, so I had to pull on this dress real fast. 
I must look a mess." 

"On the contrary, you look charming." Liz made a wide circle in the living 
room, her lush hips undulating with a fluidity that seemed cat-like. She 
acted vaguely as if she were looking for someone else. 

"Bill had to take the car out to get it serviced-an oil change or 
something," Susan said. 

"Great! That'll give us a chance to talk girl-to-girl." Liz looked at her 
and smiled as if the opportunity were something special. 

"Uh, would you like some coffee?" 

"No, thanks. It's a little too warm for that. But a beer would go good, if 
you have it." 

"Coming right up," Susan replied, and headed for the kitchen. 

Liz followed along. 

"I suppose I should have turned on the air conditioner," Susan said as she 
opened her refrigerator. "But I haven't gotten used to using it yet. In our 
old apartment, we didn't have one." 

She took out two beers, opened one, and handed it to Liz. "Just a minute and 
I'll get you a glass." 

"Never mind," Liz said, lifting the can of beer to her cherry-red lips. "I 
think it always tastes better this way." 

Susan had never drunk a beer directly from the can before, but as long as 
Liz was doing it she decided to do the same. "Sit down," she said, 
indicating the chairs at the kitchen table. 

Liz sat across from her. "Shit, that tastes good!" she said as she lowered 
the beer from her lips. 

Susan was mildly shocked to hear a woman use such a coarse expletive, though 
this wasn't the first time. She forced a smile. 

"Well, what are you doing with yourself today?" she asked. 

"Oh, I'm all alone, as usual on Saturday mornings. My husband has to have 
his silly golf game." 

"That's something Bill never got interested in." 

"Just give him time. He's young yet. Golf doesn't hit them until they get to 
be about thirty." A foxy smile twisted Liz's lips. "But there's something 
else that happens when they get around thirty, and that more than makes up 
for it: They get to be very good fuckers." 

Susan could have fallen off her chair. 

"Oh, did I shock you?" Liz asked, noting the younger woman's disconcerted 
expression. She laughed throatily. "Pardon me for being blunt, but Paul and 
I always talk that way." 

"It's ... it's all right," Susan said, her cheeks having taken on a 
pinkness. 

"What I meant was, when a man gets to be thirty, he has more staying power. 
Shit, he can screw for half an hour! Last night Paul made me come five 
times." 

"Five...?" Susan was speechless. 

Liz sipped some more beer. 

"And they don't lose anything as they get older," she said as she lowered 
the can. "At least, Paul hasn't yet. His prick is just as hard as it ever 
was." 

Susan was getting hot between the legs. This overcame her disapproval of the 
other woman's vulgar language. 

"Tell me," Liz went on, "I'll bet that guy of yours is lots of fun in the 
sack. He has a lively twinkle in his eyes." 

"Well ... yes...." Susan fumbled, blushing stronger. "We, uh, do pretty 
well." 

What's the matter with me, she thought, discussing such intimate things with 
someone I hardly know? 

The front door of the apartment opened, and Bill walked in. "Anybody home?" 
he called. 

"In here!" Susan called. "Liz dropped by for a visit." 

"Hey, no kidding!" 

The young man beamed as he appeared in the kitchen doorway. 

"Susan and I were just talking about you," Liz said mischievously. "She was 
telling me how great you are in bed." 

Bill's mouth dropped open. 

Susan was aghast. "I never ... that is...." 

"Don't deny you told me that you and Bill make out pretty good," Liz said. 

"Well yes, but...." Susan was so embarrassed, she wanted to sink through the 
floor. 

"Honey!" Bill said, surprised but apparently not displeased. "You told Liz 
that?" 

"Oh, for goodness sake!" Susan said, blushing fiercely, and she jumped to 
her feet. "Have a beer and shut up!" 

She hurried to the refrigerator. 

Bill turned his attention to Liz. Standing over her, as he was, he could 
look right down into the valley between her breasts. What mammoth boobs! 
Bill estimated that his hands couldn't begin to go around them. 

"Say, listen-I've got a great idea!" Liz spoke up. "Why don't you two come 
down to our place after dinner tonight? We could have a few drinks and get 
better acquainted. Paul has been dying to get to know you better. Most of 
the tenants around here are such clods." 

"Hey, that sounds great!" Bill quickly replied. 

Susan shot him a sharp look. He had been all too quick on the uptake, as far 
as she was concerned. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to get any closer 
to the Martinos, after hearing how Liz talked about sex. 

"Then it's settled," Liz said. She finished her beer and stood up, her big 
boobs jiggling. 

It was clear to Bill that she wore no bra. "We'll expect you about nine or 
so." 

She-turned to walk through the living room, and Bill watched her lush 
buttocks wiggle-wobble. Through her thin, clingy pants, he could make out 
the lines of her bikini under briefs. 

His penis stirred in response, taking on length and fullness. 

"It was nice of you to stop in," Susan said, though her tone lacked 
enthusiasm. 

Liz didn't seem to pick up the tone as she turned at the door, all smiles 
for Bill. "See you at nine," she purred. 

"You bet!" he said, and helped let her out. 

After closing the door, he turned to face Susan. She was looking daggers at 
him. 

"Oh-oh," he said. "Am I in the dog house?" 

"I don't care to discuss it," Susan sniffed, and turned toward the bedroom. 

Bill followed her. "Well, I wasn't the one who talked to her about our sex 
life." 

"Neither did I!" Susan exclaimed. "She was going on and on about her 
husband, and then out of a blue sky she asked how we got along in bed. Well, 
naturally I said all right, and that was the end of it." 

Facing away from Bill, Susan unzipped the front of her dress. Resentful over 
the enthusiastic way he had responded to Liz's invitation, she didn't 
consider that she might stimulate him as she let her dress down. 

He stared at her pert, shapely bottom in pink nylon pants. 

"Hey, baby-wow!" he said, moving up behind her. His gaze had swept past her 
to pick up the reflection of her titties in the dresser mirror. "Since when 
did you start going around without a bra?" 

"I always wear a bra, and you know it," she said, twisting away from his 
grappling hands. She walked to the dresser, her tits jigjig-jiggling. "I 
just happened to be dressing when Liz rang the door chimes, and I didn't 
have time to put one on." 

She snatched open a bureau drawer and pulled a bra out. 

"Well, let's not bother with it now, hm?" Bill murmured as he pressed 
himself against her back and began fondling her breasts. 

Susan felt his cock harden in the lightly clad crack of her buttocks. 

"Ooh, no!" she exclaimed, and twisted about. "We're not going to do that! 
Not after you got all turned on by that cheap brunette!" 

"She didn't turn me on," Bill lied. But then he spoke the truth by adding, 
"You did, strutting around in those little silk pants with your titties all 
bare." 

"Bill! Where did you learn to talk like that?" 

"Like what?" he asked innocently, his hands holding her at the waist. 

"Titties!" she said, as if the word were vile. 

"Hell, every guy calls them titties ... or tits." 

"I've never heard any guy say that." 

"Then how did you know what the word meant?" 

"Well, I've heard it, of course." She was coloring. "But no guy ever used it 
with me before." 

"I guess since I'm your husband I can use any word with you I like," he" 
said amiably. "How about a kiss?" 

"No!" 

This was the first time Susan had ever refused him, and he didn't like it. 
Anger flashed in his eyes. 

"Listen here, young lady," he said. "We'd better get something settled 
before we go any further. I wear the pants in this family, and you do what I 
say. That Women's Lib crap is for the birds as far as I'm concerned." 

"Oh, yes?" Susan bristled. "Well, I figure I've got as many rights as you 
have. And Women's Lib isn't so bad. It's time someone spoke up for the women 
of this world." 

A grin broke through Bill's frown. "Just what the hell are we fighting 
about?" 

"I'm not sure," Susan admitted. "But I don't like your attitude. Now leave 
me alone so I can get dressed." 

"I don't want you to get dressed now," Bill said, looking down at her 
stiff-nippled boobs. "I want to...." 

His hands finished the sentence as they surrounded her thrusting breasts. He 
squeezed the springy mounds. 

"Damn you!" Susan said, and pulled violently away from him. 

He could tell that she really was angry, and this sparked new anger within 
him, stronger than before. As she started to walk past him, carrying her 
brassiere, he threw himself at her, sending her toppling onto the bed. He 
landed astride her on the mattress. 

Susan rolled over and tried to scramble out from under him. She partially 
succeed, and he stared at her beautiful little ass with her panty elastics 
arching upward across the rubbery buttocks and some filmy pink fabric caught 
in the crack between. 

He pushed her flat against the bed and sprang around to kneel beside her. He 
raised his right hand and brought it down stingingly across her pert, bouncy 
bottom. 

"Ow!" Susan exclaimed. "That hurt!" 

Bill spanked her again and found that he enjoyed it. Not the administration 
of pain, which wasn't all that intense because he hadn't hit her hard, but 
he enjoyed the feel of her springy butt-cheeks against his hand as he 
slapped them. He liked the way they compressed, then quivered as he lifted 
his hand. Susan's panties, which sheathed the provocative mounds, made them 
all the more exciting to his touch-and to look at, as well, with her 
ass-crack showing faintly through the pink nylon. 

He spanked her lusciously curved buttocks again. She yelped. 

"Are you going to quit sassing me?" he demanded, hesitating as he watched 
her bottom quiver. 

"Go to hell!" Susan said, not sure how she had found the nerve to speak so 
bluntly. 

Bill spanked her some more. 

"I'm going to ... keep on giving it ... to you," he said, breathing hard as 
he brought his hand down rhythmically against her bottom, "until you ... 
admit I'm the ... boss!" 

"Ooooooh!" Susan cried. 

Bill kept spanking her. 

She started to sob. "All right ... all right ... you're the boss." 

He stopped spanking and suddenly he realized that his cock was trying to 
thrust its way through his pants. He twisted his young wife over, so that 
she lay on her back. 

"Ooh Jesus, baby, I'm sorry," he murmured contritely, and began kissing her 
all about the face and neck. 

Susan clutched him. She felt very hot. 

"Do it to me!" she demanded, her voice grating passionately at his ear. 
"Stick it in me now!" 

Bill was overjoyed, having feared that she would be angrier than ever with 
him. 

He pushed himself up on his arms and stared at her pretty, tear-streaked 
face. "You mean, you really want it?" 

"Yessss!" Susan hissed, and grasped the protruding front of his pants. 

She had never been so forward before. 

Thrilled by this new turn of events, Bill hesitated and let his bride unzip 
his trousers. She reached into his fly and grasped his hot cock. 

"Oh, baby!" he exclaimed as she pulled his prick out. 

Susan held the bulging rosy knob at the end of his shaft and wiggled the 
organ about, as if she were testing a stick-shift for neutral. Then, staring 
at what she was doing, she let her encircling fingers glide down the shaft. 
Bill's glans bulged even larger as she tightened her grip on his stalk, 
trapping blood in the expanded tissues. 

This was the first close look she had taken at her husband's cock, and it 
fascinated her. How big it was, and how fierce looking! And it was so 
strong! Susan wanted it, and she had to have it at that very moment. 

Letting go of Bill's thick pole with a snap, so that it quivered, she 
skinned her panties down. He gazed at her golden bush and at the delicate 
lips between her thighs which became visible as she bicycled her legs, 
taking her panties off. 

He quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed down his trousers, together with 
his shorts. His cock pulled in through the fly of his boxer-style 
undergarment, then popped out, bobbing springily above the descending 
waistband. 

"Hurry!" Susan begged, eyeing the instrument which was about to bring her 
pleasure. 

With his pants and underwear twisted about his knees, and his shirt-tails 
dangling at either side of his protruding manhood, Bill mounted his pretty 
wife. He grasped his cock and tilted it down so that the spongy head rubbed 
along her soft slit. 

"Stick it innn!" she demanded. 

Bill pushed, and his prick bulled its way between the slippery petals of her 
cunt, entering her channel and filling her with throbbing man-meat. Deeper 
and deeper he pushed his cock into his pretty wife until she had it all and 
his balls were lying against her asshole. 

"Ooh, that's so good!" Susan said. "I just love it!" 

"Do you, baby?" Bill was happy. 

"Yes, your cock is the greatest!" 

That was Susan's second use of the four-letter vulgarism, and, unlike the 
first time, she hadn't been coaxed. She had used the word on her own. It 
gave her a warm, pleasurable sensation. 

But a far greater pleasure came from the cock itself, which projected way up 
inside her, deliciously expanding her cuntal tissues and pressing against 
the hard, hot tip of her clit. 

Propped on his arms, looking down adoringly at his wife's sweet face, Bill 
began to fuck her. His strokes were long and steady, reaching to the very 
pit of her sexual cavern, stimulating every nerve-end in her vaginal walls. 
His hard shaft stropped her clitty, sending delightful sensations to her 
fevered brain. The big head of his organ ripplingly traversed the entire 
length of her passage. 

Susan writhed and moaned, enjoying her wonderful possession of his big, hard 
prick. She felt his balls plopping and dragging against her anus. She 
alternately wiggled her buttocks against the mattress and lifted them, then 
let them settle back again. 

Bill watched her features contort in passion as he drove his cock into her. 
He watched her titties shake with each jarring plunge. 

Suddenly he was overwhelmed by a need to screw her hard and fast. He wrapped 
his arms around her, settling against her breasts, and he let his hips go 
like a pneumatic drill. 

"AAH!" Susan panted. "Ooooh! GIVE it to me! WOWWWW!" 

She fucked back with an intensity which equaled Bill's. Their hips pounded 
together. Her buttocks beat against the mattress. 

"Oooh ... OOOOOOH!" Susan cried, and it was over. 

She was climaxing with the force of colliding comets, and Bill was spurting 
inside her. 

Wonderful as it was, Susan caught herself wishing that it had lasted longer. 
She recalled what Liz had said about her husband, that he could do it for 
half an hour and bring her to climax after climax. 

I must be getting greedy, Susan thought, and rebuked herself. Bill is all I 
will ever need. He's my man, and I love him! 

She tightened her arms about him, and they kissed moistly on the mouth. 

Still she thought, Half an hour ... half an hour, and she recalled Liz's 
exact words: 

"Last night Paul made me come five times." 

Five times, Susan thought. Wow, that would leave me limp! 

She was reluctant to release Bill as he pulled away, withdrawing his soft 
penis from her wet little hole. She sighed. 

"I love you, baby," he said, smiling fondly at her. 

"I love you, too," she replied, and meant it. But as he stood up, she 
thought, Five times ... five times ... oh, wow! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Paul had a kind of magnetism which her husband didn't possess, Susan was 
forced to admit to herself as she sat opposite him in the Martinos' 
apartment that evening. They were sipping drinks and chatting. 

Paul was mature and very sure of himself, in the quiet way that women liked. 
Also, he was handsome. But so was Bill. However, they were totally different 
types. Whereas Bill was boyish and of average size, Paul was husky with lots 
of black hair and craggy features. He moved more slowly, but with a cat-like 
ease. Susan had caught herself watching him as he walked, noting 
particularly the way his compact buttocks seemed to clinch and how his thigh 
muscles rippled in his thin, snug pants. She also watched the provocative 
bulge of his sexual equipment, which his trousers rather blatantly 
displayed. 

Bill was paying no less attention to Liz, and this bugged Susan mildly. The 
exotic brunette, who was in her middle twenties-at least five years older 
than Susan-wore a shockingly low cut dress which displayed the hobbling of 
her large and obviously braless boobs. The red sheath ended a couple of 
inches above her knees, and her shapely legs were sheathed in ultra sheer, 
dark nylon. 

Susan felt like a schoolgirl in comparison, in her modest little blue, 
crepe-textured knit. Nevertheless Paul kept watching her admiringly. His 
dark eyes glowed, and they made her feel very warm. 

"Say, how would you like to see some movies?" Liz suddenly suggested. "Paul 
picked up a couple of reels that are pretty wild." 

"Wild?" Susan echoed. She didn't know what that meant. 

"Yeah ... well, they're far-out, but they're done very well." Liz was 
looking at Bill as she spoke. "You know, most films of this kind are just 
raunchy, without any class. But these are sort of special." 

"They sound interesting," Bill said, and gulped the rest of the drink from 
his glass. It was his second. 

"What kind of films are they?" Susan asked. 

Paul spoke up, "Why don't we just run them, and you can see for yourself." 
He rose. "Honey," he said to Liz, "how about getting our guests some fresh 
drinks while I set up the projector and screen?" 

"No more for me, thanks," Susan told Liz as the latter reached for her 
glass. Susan was mid-way through her second, and her head was already 
feeling light. 

"Just let me freshen it a bit," Liz replied, and took the glass from her 
hand. She turned to Bill and bent further forward to take his glass. 

He eyed the large, creamy orbs that wobbled inside her dress-top. 

II I could just get my hands on them once! he thought. 

He watched Liz's bottom undulate as she walked to the bar. He jumped up and 
followed. 

"Here, let me lend you a hand," he said. 

Susan frowned at him. But then her attention was diverted by Paul moving 
about, setting up the motion picture equipment. She was curious about the 
films he was going to show. She thought that the only movies people showed 
in their homes were of their family and vacation trips, but these were 
obviously of a different sort. 

"All set!" Paul announced. "Now, we're going to have to change our seating 
arrangement a little so we'll all have a good view of the screen. Susan, why 
don't you sit over here?" 

She rose, and he guided her to a chair next to the projector. His hand on 
her waist sent little tingles through her, and she was surprised by her 
response. 

"Liz and Bill," he said as they returned from the bar, carrying fresh 
drinks, "you two can have the loveseat." 

Why Liz and Bill together? Susan wondered, momentarily perturbed. Then she 
told herself, What's the difference? It doesn't mean anything. 

The drinks were handed out, and everyone took their places. Paul turned off 
the lights. 

The projector whirred into motion, and the screen lit up. Enough light was 
reflected to cast a faint glow over the audience. Bill felt a quickening of 
his pulse as he sat next to Liz on the short sofa. His excitement was also 
inspired by a suspicion of what the films would be like. 

An image flashed onto the screen. It was in color and showed four young 
persons in a smartly furnished living room, not unlike the one where the 
Martinos and Townleys sat. The girls were very pretty, one blonde and one 
brunette-again like the real situation. The men, however, were different 
from Paul and Bill. One male in the movie was Nordic, with light blond hair, 
and the other was rather nondescript and slim. All four actors were dressed 
casually, though the girls wore skirts instead of pants. 

They seemed to be just walking about and chatting, as if they were at a 
party. They were sipping drinks. There was, of course, no sound. 

Gradually the blonde girl and the skinny guy gravitated together as did the 
Nordic fellow and the brunette girl. They kissed. Then they began to clinch 
with passion, and the men's hands started to roam. 

Susan stared at the screen in. shock as the men caressed the girls' 
buttocks. The Nordic type began lifting his girl's skirt at the back. 

It's a dirty film! Susan thought. They (meaning the Martinos) are showing us 
(meaning herself and Bill) a pornographic movie! 

She glanced quickly at her husband. He was staring straight at the screen 
with a look of pleased expectation. Liz was snuggled close beside him, also 
looking toward the front. 

Susan glanced at Paul. He was watching her, and he smiled. 

"Just take it easy now," he advised softly, noting her look of dismay. "Give 
it a chance. It's not going to be so awful." 

When Susan glanced back at the screen, she saw that it was already awful-at 
least according to her scale of values. The husky blond man on the screen 
was holding his girl's skirt up around her waist as they hugged, and one of 
his hands was stroking her panty-clad bottom. The other man and girl had 
sunk into a chair, and he was stroking her between the legs while they 
kissed. His hand moved up her front and undid her blouse. Taking out a bare 
breast, he proceeded to suck it. 

Susan was offended. 

How dare the Martinos, she inwardly fumed, invite her and Bill to their 
apartment and show them dirty pictures?! 

She wanted to jump up and walk out. But she couldn't go without Bill, and he 
showed no desire whatever of leaving. He was gulping at his drink as he 
watched the flickering screen. Susan saw him glance at Liz, and they 
exchanged laughing comments. By that time the people on the screen were 
getting down to basics. Both girls were nude, except for panties, and the 
men were taking their clothes off. The blonde girl helped her guy with his, 
kneeling in front of him to draw down his trousers. As the pants left his 
hips, his bare prick flipped out. The organ was monstrous, even though it 
wasn't yet perfectly stiff. 

Susan stared at the long salami which hung forward, toward the kneeling 
girl's face. Then Susan was aghast when the actress stuck out her pink 
tongue and began to lick the man's organ. Steadying the stalk with her hand, 
she was actually licking the head of that prick! 

Susan had never seen such a thing before. She had scarcely even thought 
about anything so filthy. She tensed on her chair, her pink lips parting as 
she stared fixedly at the screen, and she watched the kneeling girl's 
gliding tongue bring the man's impossibly long cock to full erection. Then 
the actress took the guy's prick into her mouth and began to suck it. 

"She really digs it-can't you tell?" Liz whispered to Bill. "She's not just 
going through the motions, like some broads in these films do." 

"I don't know about her," Bill replied, his cock hard, "but I'll bet the guy 
digs it!" 

"Obviously," Liz purred. "Look at how stiff his prick is." 

Bill shot a quick glance at her, and she smiled. His gaze swept down across 
her round, thrusting breasts to her crossed legs. Her skirt had pulled well 
back, and the flickering light from the movie screen revealed white flesh at 
her thighs, above gartered stockings. 

Paul was staring at Susan. He found her reaction to the movie more exciting 
than the action on the screen. She obviously was shocked by what she was 
seeing, but fascinated as well. 

I'll bet she's imagining that guy's pecker in HER mouth, he thought as the 
actress continued to suck the actor's cock. I'll bet she can just taste it. 

Paul had to shift positions on his chair to allow more room for his prick to 
grow down his pantsleg. 

Susan was nearly beside herself. She didn't want to look at the awful movie, 
but she couldn't pull her eyes away. Something strange was happening to her 
body, and she couldn't blame it all on the liquor she had drunk. Her nerves 
were tingling, and she felt very antsy. When she detected moisture on the 
lips of her pussy, she had to admit that the dirty film had turned her on. 

The scene shifted to the blond actor and his brunette girl friend. He 
positioned her on a sofa on her hands arid knees and knelt behind her. She 
lowered her shoulders, pressing her breasts against the cushion, and the 
camera dollied in to show his stiff prick-which wasn't too large, 
considering his overall size, but was extremely erect-as it parted the lips 
of her cunt and sank into the wet, squishy hole. The entire screen was 
occupied by that cock stroking in and out of the girl's upturned snatch. 

Abruptly the scene shifted back to the other couple. The long-pricked male 
was reclining on the carpet, his sexual wand swaying like a tall palm tree 
in a gale. His girl friend swung astride him and sat down on his cock, 
taking the whole big thing inside her. 

The camera switched back and forth from one fucking couple to the other, and 
Susan watched it all. She had become very hot. Her exuding cunt had sopped 
the crotch-strip of her panties. Her thighs were crawly and seemed to want 
to spring open. 

So fascinated was she by the film that she had forgotten to keep tabs on her 
husband and Liz. Anyway, from her point of vantage she couldn't have seen 
the brunette's hand snake over and lift Bill's hand from his thigh. She 
placed his hand on her stocking-clad knee. 

The young man looked at her quickly, and her eyes were smoldering like live 
coals. He thrilled as he slid his hand up her sleek stocking. He crossed the 
tip of her gartered nylon and settled on warm, smooth flesh. 

Liz placed her hand in his lap. A wild tremor went through him as she 
caressed his stiff cock through the stretched fabric of his trousers. 

His feelings were so inflamed that he didn't weigh what was happening to 
figure out what it meant. The very fact that it was happening was all his 
fevered brain could handle. He didn't think about his young wife and Paul. 

The older man had pulled his chair closer to Susan's. 

"They're really getting it on, aren't they?" he said, referring to the 
lovers on the screen. 

"Ooh my, yes!" Susan exclaimed without thinking. Staring at the screen, she 
picked up her drink and took a hefty swig. 

Paul wanted to reach out and caress her, but he was cautious. 

Better let my hot-assed wife start making out with Bill first, he thought. 
Then little Suzie will fall in my lap like a ripe plum! 

Bill's hand was feeling its way up the inside of Liz's thigh. She was so 
warm and silken there! Accommodatingly she let her legs glide apart. Bill 
felt higher. 

His fingertips encountered hair-silky, thick hair. 

Oh Christ! he thought. She doesn't have any pants on! 

His brain reeled giddily-and tightness gathered in his throat as he felt 
Liz's plushy cunt, his fingertips tracing her slit. The ultra-soft fissure 
was moist. He parted her petals with a finger. 

"Stick it up in me!" she breathed at his ear. 

As Bill delightedly slithered his middle finger up her tight, hot cunt, she 
pulled down the zipper on his fly. Her slim hand snaked into his pants. She 
tickled his long, throbbing prick. 

They were both staring at the movie screen, where the couples had swapped 
partners. The brunette girl was now sucking the horse-hung young man while 
the blonde mouthed the Nordic fellow's cock. 

"The bedroom's just a few steps away," Liz whispered to Bill. 

An alarm went off in his brain. He pulled his wet finger from Liz's cunt and 
grasped her wrist, hauling her hand out of his pants. She looked at him in 
surprise. 

"Susan and I have to leave," he said hoarsely, and struggled to zip himself 
up. 

Liz grasped his arm. "Don't be a fool!" she whispered. "Susan can have her 
fun, too." 

"The hell with that!" Bill said. 

He lurched to his feet and nearly stumbled under the combined effects of 
passion and booze. Groping his way through the flickering dimness, he found 
Susan. Paul stared at him in amazement as he jerked his wife to her feet. 

"We're getting out of here," he said. "Yes! Ooh, yes!" 

Susan gratefully went with him. Neither said a word to the stunned Martinos 
as they hurried to the door. They heard Liz exclaim, "Shit!" as they let 
themselves out of the apartment. 

Bill and Susan didn't say anything to each other as they walked quickly to 
the stairs leading up to their own place. Susan's thighs scissored damply, a 
guilty reminder that she had enjoyed the dirty film. Bill's cock remained 
half-hard. They all but ran up the stairs, and Bill fumbled with his key at 
their lock. 

"Wasn't it awful?" Susan said, her voice husky. 

"Terrible!" said Bill. 

They entered their darkened apartment. 

Susan immediately threw herself into her husband's arms, plastering her 
mouth to his. Their tongues stroked hotly. She writhed against him, bringing 
his cock to full erection. 

"Right here!" she exclaimed as she pulled her mouth free. "On the floor, the 
way those people in the film were doing it!" 

"Oh, yes!" 

Bill sank to the floor with his bride. 

It was too dark in the apartment for them to see each other. But they didn't 
need to see. At that point, touching was enough. 

Susan unzipped her husband's pants and pulled his cock out. She was drunk on 
whiskey and lust, neither of which were familiar to her, and her mind flamed 
with images from the dirty motion picture: 

One image in particular-the blonde girl sucking the slim young man's prick. 

Not thinking of what she was doing, only responding to a wildness that 
gripped her, Susan quickly bowed her head, her long hair tumbling over her 
husband's thighs and middle. Her hot mouth encompassed the head of his 
prick, and she sucked crazily. 

Bill thrilled as never before in his life. This was his first experience 
with fellatio, and the feel of Susan's wet, warm mouth around the sensitive, 
throbbing knob of his penis, coming as it had without an iota of warning, 
drove him wild with delight. 

"Baby!" he husked. "Ooh, my God!" 

He clenched his buttocks and thrust his cock upward. Susan was pumping her 
mouth up and down on his prick, as she had watched the girl in the movie do. 
She was sucking like mad. 

The raunchy man-taste of Bill washed over her tongue. His musky aroma filled 
her nostrils. Her brain reeled. The feeling of his thick, hard rod gliding 
slickly between her lips and his flat glans filling her mouth were like 
nothing she had ever experienced in her life. 

She didn't know whether she liked it or not. She just knew she had to do it. 

Then as abruptly as she had started, she stopped and released her husband's 
prick. She flopped onto her back. 

"Now FUCK me!" she demanded. 

"Shit!" Bill exclaimed passionately. "Will I!" 

He was all over her, pulling her dress up and ripping down her panties. He 
didn't bother to lower his pants or to bare Susan above the waist. 

He just drove his hot, hard prick into her, rejoiced in her happy squeal, 
and fucked her as fast and hard as he could. She climaxed, whooping. Her 
hips were going wild. 

She felt herself reaching for a second climax just as her husband exploded, 
filling the pit of her cunny with his warm, thick cream. They vibrated and 
moaned together. Bill shook, twitching inside her again and again. 

Finally he relaxed with a long, deep sigh, and he lay heavily against her. 
Susan's heart pounded. 

My God, she thought dizzily, what did I do? Did I actually take his cock in 
my mouth? His dirty cock that he pisses through? 

She sucked me, Bill was thinking. He was hardly able to believe it, but he 
knew it was true. Sated though he was, the thought continued to thrill him. 

This wonderful occurrence seemed to have opened a new era in his 
relationship with Susan, and it overwhelmed the excitement he had 
experienced with Liz, all but driving the latter from his memory. He kissed 
his young wife gratefully. 

"You're ... getting heavy," Susan murmured. 

"Oh. Yeah. I'm sorry." Bill got unsteadily to his feet. 

He helped his wife up. 

She felt tottery. Her brain was like a feather. 

"Let's ... go to bed," Bill said softly, and slipped his arm around her slim 
waist. 

No! something cried inside Susan. 

"You go ahead," she told her husband. "I think I want to stay up for a 
while." 

"Why? It must be almost midnight." 

"Just the same, I want to. I don't feel sleepy." 

"Then I'll stay up, too." 

"No, you go on." 

"What's the matter, honey?" Bill murmured in the darkness, and tried to draw 
his wife close. 

"Nothing," she said with a touch of irritation and pushed him away. 

Bill was confused. But he decided not to press Susan with questions. Anyway, 
he was bushed. He was content to go to bed alone and think pleasantly about 
the great thrill his wife had given him and the similar thrills that surely 
lay in store. 

"Good night, honey," he said, and kissed her on the lips. 

She quickly drew back, and he felt his way to the bedroom alone. She stood 
in the dark and watched the bedroom light flick on. Then the door closed. 

Susan sank into a chair. 

She wasn't sure how she felt or even what she thought about all that had 
happened. Worse, she didn't know how she was going to handle it in the 
future. 

Bill had become very excited when she had sucked his cock, and he 
undoubtedly would want more of the same. But she just couldn't do it, Susan 
told herself. It was so nasty! She fell asleep in the living room chair. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Hey, baby!" 

Susan blinked. "What?" 

Bill was standing beside her in his pajama bottoms. "It's morning. Did you 
spend the whole night in that chair?" 

"Oh. Yeah. I guess I did." 

"Why?" 

"I don't know. Oh, please don't bug me with questions!" 

Susan got up and weaved a bit as she made her way to the bathroom. She 
wasn't drunk any more, but she still felt unsteady. Her head was throbbing 
dully, and her nerves were raw. What was more, she felt cramped from having 
slept sitting up. 

She closed the door of the John and lifted her dress. She wore no panties, 
since Bill had pulled them off of her the night before, so she sat right 
down on the pot. Warm piss gushed from her and hissed into the water in the 
bowl. 

Bill opened the door. 

"Hey!" she exclaimed angrily, and jerked her dress down. 

He laughed. "What's the matter? Embarrassed to have me watch you take a 
leak? You shouldn't be." 

"Well, what do you want, for God's sake?" she asked sharply, still sitting 
on the pot. 

"I thought we might shower together." 

"Why?" 

Bill's eyes twinkled. "It would be fun, don't you think? And that way we'll 
both know that the other one is good and clean." 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"Oh, nothing. For God's sake, honey, what are you mad about?" 

"I'm not mad. I just want to be left alone." 

"Well, I don't want to leave you alone. How about that? Now get up and wipe 
your little pussy." 

"Bill! What a thing to say!" 

"What's wrong with-pussy? I think it's a cute word, don't you?" 

"No. It isn't nice." 

"There you go with that nice stuff again!" 

"Bill, will you get out of here?" 

"Unh-uh." He shook his head. "I told you-I want us to shower together." 

As Susan stared stupidly from her perch on the toilet, Bill let down his 
pajama pants, exposing his cock and balls. 

"It's time we got better acquainted with each other in all ways," he said. 
"We've been too prudish. Go ahead-wipe your ass." 

Blushing with angry embarrassment, but realizing that she was trapped, Susan 
snatched some toilet tissue. She lifted her bottom a little ways off the 
toilet seat and quickly wiped herself. She let go of the paper, flushed the 
John, and stood, letting her skirt drop. 

"You managed to do that so I didn't see a thing," Bill said. "How nice!" 

Susan knew he was making fun of her, and she didn't appreciate it. In fact, 
she disliked him very much at that moment. 

"Take your dress off," he said, "and let's jump in the shower." 

"I'm not going to take a shower with you!" she said firmly. 

"Why not? Husbands and wives do it all the time, I understand." 

"Well, we don't!" 

Bill began moving toward her. "Listen ... either you take off that dress, or 
I'll take it off you. I wouldn't want to rip it." 

"Bill!" She was so angry and frustrated, she didn't know what to do. 

Bill began to grapple with her, trying to open the fasteners on her dress. 

"All right!" she suddenly exclaimed, and stopped struggling. "If you insist 
on showering with me, we'll do it. But it won't do you any good. We're not 
going to have any sex." 

"Want to bet?" Bill responded with a grin. 

Susan unfastened her dress, and Bill pulled it up. He released her brassiere 
and drew it away. 

"Jesus, honey, I sure love your tits!" he said, cupping the pliant mounds 
with his strong hands. 

Despite herself, Susan thrilled to his caress. She pushed his hands away. 

When she looked down, she saw that his dick had lengthened out. The rosy 
head was nodding in midair, but the shaft hadn't stiffened fully. 

She recalled having sucked his prick last night. How could I have done such 
a filthy thing? she wondered. Still, she couldn't keep from staring at her 
husband's cock. 

He gave her a little push into the stall shower and turned on the spray. 
With the door closed, they crowded in the stall. Susan felt Bill's prick 
pushing against her. 

He snatched up the soap and began to lather her body. 

He derived a special thrill from sliding his soapy hands over her slippery 
tits and feeling the mounds bobble. He pulled at Susan's nipples, bringing 
them up hard. He stroked her sides and bottom, spreading soap between the 
slick, satiny cheeks. By that time Bill's prick was standing straight out 
and upward. It kept poking Susan as he lathered her. 

Though she hadn't wanted to respond passionately, the touch of his dick and 
his soapy caresses were getting to her. When he knelt outside of the shower 
spray and stroked his hands up and down her tapering thighs, gliding in 
between those lovely columns, she thrilled strongly. 

Susan spread her legs apart to make it easier for her husband to cleanse the 
lips of her pussy. He ran his soapy fingers up into her little sex hole. 
Then he reached farther back through her crotch and tickled her puckery 
anus. 

She stared down, with the water pelting over her, and admired the column of 
Bill's manhood which stood rigidly upright. She wanted to stroke that with 
her soapy hands. 

When he stood, she said, "Here-give me the soap." 

He was happy to comply. 

He stood under the spray, with his cock sticking out and upward, and 
thrilled as his young wife began to lather his chest and belly. She quickly 
found her way to his prick, and it was one of the most delightful sensations 
he had ever experienced when she surrounded his bulb-ended shaft with her 
soapy hands and stroked up and down. The head of his cock swelled proudly, 
becoming very red. 

He handled Susan's tits as she lathered him. She soaped his balls, as well. 
She reached around him and washed his buttocks, running her soapy fingers 
between them as he had done with hers. 

Bill took the bar of soap from her hand, and they wriggled about, rinsing 
each other. His cupping hand forced water up into her pussy, and his 
penetrating fingers carefully washed the soap from inside the delightful 
crevice. 

When they both were squeaky clean, he shut off the water. 

"Ooh, Bill!" Susan passionately exclaimed, and pressed her wet body against 
his. His cock was sandwiched straight up between them. 

"Let's hurry and get dry," he said. 

He snatched a large, fluffy towel from a rack as they stepped from the 
shower stall. Wrapping the towel about his pretty bride, he rubbed her until 
she was glowing with warmth. He worked the towel between her legs, 
stimulating the lips of her pussy with its softly abrasive strokes. He 
rubbed her titties, making her stiff pink nipples tingle. 

She took the towel eagerly when he handed it to her, and she immediately 
wrapped it around his thrusting cock. That thing was so wonderfully long and 
hard! Susan dried it thoroughly, then bobbled his hairy balls with the towel 
and forced the fabric farther back between his legs. She quickly finished by 
squatting to rub his calves and-thighs, then bringing the towel up around 
his chest and back. 

He took the towel from her and ruffled his hair with it. His stiff cock 
waggled to and fro. 

Susan couldn't take her eyes off the marvelous thing. 

Bill dropped the towel and followed his bride into the bedroom. He watched 
her compact, rounded buttocks waggle as she walked. The dresser mirror threw 
back a delightful view of her jiggling tits. 

Bill didn't have to ask her to go to bed with him. They lay down 
simultaneously, their arms encircling each other's clean, sweet-smelling 
bodies. 

They kissed. Their tongues stroked. Bill caressed his wife's pert buttocks. 

As she felt his hard cock standing up between them, she thought about what 
she knew he would like her to do with it. Having become very excited, she 
wasn't as firmly set against the shocking act as she had been earlier. 
Still, the idea seemed nasty. 

Bill began kissing downward along her body, browsing over her wobbly tits 
and licking her sensitive nipples. This turned Susan on all the stronger. 
She moaned. Her bottom writhed against the bed. 

Bill's kissing mouth moved to the area of her navel, and he licked into that 
crinkly little cup. 

He thrilled Susan by moving even farther south. 

"Ooh, I like that!" she heard herself say as he kissed into her blonde pubic 
fluff. 

He turned his body gradually as he skipped to Susan's legs. She felt a pang 
of disappointment. 

Why didn't HE kiss ME where I'd love it? she wondered. 

He was licking her knees. Then he lifted one of her legs and began browsing 
along her inner calf. He stretched out, with his legs extended past Susan's 
face. Turning her fully onto her side so that she faced him, he slid onto 
his own side as he held her topmost leg up. He licked upward on her satiny 
thigh. 

Susan was very hot by that time, and suddenly she saw her husband's waggling 
prick in front of her face. He was kissing high on her thigh, and his chin 
brushed her pussy. Then his mouth pressed her soft cunt for the very first 
time, and his tongue wiggled between the damp, slippery folds. 

"Oooh!" Susan exclaimed as wild thrills coursed through her. 

She grasped her husband's prick. 

As he began to stroke his tongue across her firm, tingling clit, sending 
blast after blast of keen pleasure rocking through her, she pulled his prick 
to her mouth. Her head swirled as her warm lips encompassed his bulging 
cockknob. Responding to a natural urge as common to females as to males, 
though the sexes express, it toward different portions of the opposite sex's 
anatomy, Susan sucked. 

Bill groaned delightedly against her sopped pussy. He pressed his lips and 
tongue deeper into her succulent flesh. At the same time, he unconsciously 
thrust his hips forward, sinking his prick deep into his bride's warm, wet 
mouth. 

She was mentally befuddled, because this was not something she had wanted to 
do-or she at least had thought she didn't want to do it-but there she was, 
sucking eagerly, rolling her velvety tongue all around and over her 
husband's hot cockhead as her encircling lips stripped at his slippery 
shaft. She loved the way his prick felt in her mouth. As for the taste and 
smell of him, there was very little of either, thanks to his bath. This 
reassured her with respect to his cleanliness, but she was surprised to note 
a slight disappointment: the way he had smelled and tasted last time had 
been more exciting. 

She hunched her blonde head, taking Bill's cock far back on her tongue so 
that the bulbous knob forged close to the opening of her throat. Normally 
she would have gagged at such a deep penetration of any hard object into her 
mouth, but she felt no urge to gag. Her saliva was flowing copiously around 
Bill's cock, and she swallowed time and again, champing on his bulbous 
glans. 

Thrilled witless by his young wife's wonderful acceptance of his sexual 
organ in this way and, delighted by the exquisite sensations her warm, 
sucking mouth was giving him-Bill clutched her soft buttocks and twistingly 
buried his own mouth deep in her cunt. Susan was in heaven as he sucked and 
tongue-fucked her spasming, throbbing pussy. 

She realized that she was climaxing, but in a different way than ever 
before. The orgasm was less deep and soul-shaking than when Bill drove his 
prick into her vagina, but the tactile sensations were remarkably intense, 
and she seemed capable of maintaining her peak of passion. She hunched and 
munched hungrily on his cock. 

Her orgasm inspired a vocal response, and the sounds came out, "Ghaalingh 
... ghaaagh ... ghaahble" around his mouth-filling prick. 

Bill blubbered into her pussy, his breath blowing bubbles of viscous juice. 

He realized abruptly that he was close to a climax. Much as he would have 
loved to come in his wife's sweet mouth and shoot his semen down her throat, 
he was afraid to startle and possibly offend her in that way. 

Exerting his self-control to the maximum at a moment when it was weak, he 
pulled his prick from Susan's mouth with a loud, wet, Pop! 

He swung around, bringing his wet face up over hers, and directing his 
torpedo between her legs. 

"FUCK ME!" she screamed. 

He drove his hot cock into the crevice which his mouth had opened. Her cunt 
had never seemed so slick before, but it remained as tight and warm as ever, 
down deep inside. Bill buried his pecker all the way to his balls. 

"Give it to me HARD!" Susan demanded, writhing and tossing her blonde head 
from side to side. "Fuck me until I can't see straight!" 

"Yeah, baby ... YEAH!" Bill husked. 

He rocked her with his bull-like strokes. 

The room seemed to reel around Susan. The bed bounced. Her entire being was 
aflame. She was climaxing and climaxing, but unlike Liz she couldn't count 
the peaks. She only knew that it was the most thrilling, wonderful 
experience of her life. 

Bill came quickly, but he had given Susan enough fucking to make her dizzy, 
and she felt blissfully satisfied. She hugged her young husband and rocked 
back and forth, with him still atop her. His prick, now softening, was still 
captive in her wet, warm hole. 

Susan thought about what she had done, and what Bill had done with her, and 
there was none of the shock she had experienced after her first cocksucking. 
She wasn't ashamed, either. 

After all, she and Bill were in love and were married, and if oral activity 
made sex better for both of them, why shouldn't they do it? It was nobody's 
business but their own. 

Susan even felt a bit proud of her newly acquired broadmindedness. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Fully dressed, Bill and Susan had just finished a late breakfast when the 
door chimes sounded. Bill walked to the door and opened it. 

Liz stood there, wearing a green and white polka-dotted pants outfit. The 
top bared her tanned midriff and was tied between the mountainous bulges of 
her breasts. Those luscious mounds were half-exposed, and her nipples made 
imprints in the thin cloth. 

Bill grinned, having forgotten about the trouble of the night before. 

"Listen, I want to apologize for last night," Liz said, her dark eyes saying 
she meant it. She glanced past Bill at his wife, who was approaching the 
door. "Susan, I hope you'll forgive me." 

"Oh. Well, there's really nothing to forgive." Last night Susan couldn't 
have brought herself to say that. 

Liz returned her warm gaze to Bill, who was visually rummaging in the deep 
cleavage between her breasts. "I hope you'll let Paul and me make amends 
tonight. We'd like you two to come down again, and we promise-no more dirty 
movies." 

"It's nice of you to invite us," Susan said, "but...." 

"I think we should go," Bill told her. "Liz and Paul will feel offended if 
we don't." 

"But two nights in succession! We really ought to invite you and your 
husband up here," Susan said to Liz. 

"Nonsense!" the brunette replied. "Paul and I are the ones who have 
something to make up to you. Shall we say, the same time?" 

"All right." Susan smiled. 

"We'll be looking forward to it," Bill said, continuing to admire Liz's 
voluptuous tits. 

"That's great! See you tonight, then." 

Bill watched her walk to the stairs, her plump but shapely bottom wiggling 
in her thin pants. 

"Quit staring at her!" Susan whispered from behind him, her tone a bit 
sharp. 

Bill turned and took his pretty bride in his arms. "Never mind that! It 
doesn't mean a thing. You're all the woman I'll ever want." 

He kissed her and lovingly caressed her fanny, which was smaller and firmer 
than that of the other woman. 

Susan felt secure. 

The evening in the Martinos' apartment began on a casual note, with light 
conversation and drinks sipped slowly. 

Liz wore a dark two-piece dress which was more conservative than her outfit 
of the previous evening. Again her shapely legs were sheathed in dusky hose. 
Susan wore a pink, summery thing. The men were simply attired in slacks and 
sport shirts. 

As the evening progressed, and when Susan was midway through her second 
drink, she noticed that Paul was centering his entire attention on her, 
while Liz had latched onto Bill. Susan didn't mind, however. She felt very 
sure of her marriage, particularly in view of the thrilling sex she and Bill 
had shared that morning, and she genuinely liked Paul. He was an interesting 
conversationalist, and his eyes complimented her with every glance. 

"What do you say we step out onto the patio for a breath of air?" he 
suggested. 

"Well...." Susan glanced at Bill and Liz who stood talking, drinks in hand. 

What's the matter? an inner voice scolded Susan. Don't you trust him out of 
your sight with another woman? 

To prove that she did, she smilingly accepted Paul's invitation, and they 
stepped outdoors. 

"Look at that big, fat moon!" he exclaimed. 

"Yes, isn't it lovely?" Susan replied. 

"No," Paul said, looking at her. "It's just a moon. You're lovely." 

Susan didn't know what to say. Paul's closeness, there in the dark, the 
warmth in his voice and the way he was looking at her made her tingly. But 
it was all perfectly innocent, she assured herself. 

In the living room, Liz had moved very close to Bill. Her big breasts were 
pressing against him, and he could tell that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. 

"Now's our chance," she purred, looking up sensuously into his eyes. "You 
remember last night, don't you?" 

"Hell, yes," he said a bit huskily. The exotic woman's nearness, together 
with the liquor he had consumed, were getting to him. 

"Paul and Susan won't ever know, if we hurry," Liz continued, and touched 
Bill's hand. 

Sparks seemed to fly. 

"But ... but ... they're liable to come back right away," Bill said, 
referring to his wife and Liz's husband. 

"I don't think so," Liz replied confidently. "Paul's a good 
conversationalist, and he likes to sit on the patio in the evening. They'll 
be out there for twenty minutes, at least." 

Twenty minutes! Bill thought. Shit, I can tear off a great piece in less 
time than that! And Liz really wants it. She proved that last night. 

Reading the acquiescence in Bill's eyes, Liz grasped his hand warmly and led 
him toward the bedroom. Booze had undermined his judgment, and the magnetism 
that radiated from Liz's voluptuous body was too much to resist. 

It won't hurt Susan if she never knows, Bill thought, and went along. 

When he and Liz were in the bedroom, she pushed the door almost closed, then 
turned to take Bill in her arms. Her mouth was hot, her lips soft and moist, 
her tongue like a flickering flame. Bill's cock rose against her warm belly. 
His hands went into action, exploring her lightly-clad, gracefully contoured 
back. Then, before he knew it, he was clutching the twin rondures of her 
ass, thrilling to their generous softness, discovering that she wore no 
panties beneath her skirt. He detected only the structure of her garter 
belt. He followed the garters down her full thighs and found the bumps where 
they gripped her stockings. 

Liz had pulled back a bit and was slowly waggling her tongue back and forth 
between his lips as she worked her hand down between their bodies. She 
caressed Bill's stiff prick through his clothes. 

"You feel like you're really hung!" she murmured hotly. "I have to see that 
gorgeous thing!" 

She dropped to her knees. 

Bill knew one of the greatest thrills of his life as the beautiful brunette 
unzipped him and took out his long, hard prick. It pointed stiffly toward 
her face. 

"Ooh, it is beautiful!" Liz purred as her cool, delicate fingertips caressed 
his cock. "I want it!" 

She opened her mouth and lunged forward, tilting her head to the side so 
that Bill could see her red lips crawl over the dome of his prick, 
encircling it in wet warmth. He felt her velvet tongue press his glans and 
her lips lock in the groove just behind his cockhead. With her long black 
lashes lowered against her olive-toned skin, she rhythmically compressed and 
relaxed her lips, caressing his cockhead with her tongue at the same time. 

Great bursts of pleasure rocked Bill. He gasped and had to clutch Liz's head 
to steady himself. 

She began to glide her slippery lips forward and back on his dong. His 
cockhead stroked against her tongue. She lunged lower and lower on his prick 
until his glans was literally forging into her throat. 

The sensation was magnificent! 

Liz sucked, but not hard, so there was none of the burning Bill had 
experienced with Susan, and he found he liked this even better. What was 
most wonderful was the stroking of soft, wet lips up and down on his shaft 
and across the sensitive ridge of his cockhead as Liz's tongue fluttered 
against him and she rhythmically tightened and lessened the circular 
pressure. 

Rocking back and forward on the balls of his feet, literally fucking Liz's 
mouth, Bill went out of his mind with lust. 

The brunette wisely didn't continue the intense stimulation for long. When 
she rose to her feet, she quickly unfastened and shrugged off the top of her 
dress. 

Bill goggled at the sight of her huge but quite shapely breasts jiggling and 
wobbling about. Her nipples were wide and brown. Her jugs were tanned all 
over. 

She unfastened and lowered her skirt, revealing the very thick triangle of 
black fur where her thighs and belly met. Her thighs were full and 
lusciously smooth above the encircling dark bands of her shining nylon hose. 
She stepped from her skirt, her titties swaying. 

Bill tore at his own clothes and managed to toss off shirt, shoes, socks and 
trousers in record time. Liz helped him with his shorts, kneeling in front 
of him and again administering a kiss to the tip of his throbbing pecker 
when he was nude. 

Then she laughingly stood and tumbled onto the bed. 

Bill thought he had never seen a more luscious sight than her lying there 
against the satin bedspread, her titties still trembling, her thighs 
teasingly parted. He fell onto his knees next to her, then stretched out 
with his upthrust cock sandwiched between his body and the bed, and began to 
kiss Liz all over as she writhed and caressed his head. 

He licked and tugged at her nipples, thrilling to the super size of her 
soft, wobbly breasts. He palmed and rolled those marvelous beauties. They 
moved a lot more freely than Susan's did. Bill found that he was able to 
push Liz's tits way up and rub them against each other. He could shake them 
back and forth, and they felt like satin bags containing thick, warm fluid. 

Bill kissed about Liz's belly, which curved more than his wife's and was 
softer. He found he liked the lacy black frame of her garter belt which 
dramatized her hairy sexual center. He pressed his mouth into her muff and 
breathed in the delicately musky fragrance which was spiked by perfume. He 
licked Liz's thighs, going as far as her tightly drawn stocking tops. He 
circled one thigh with his waggling tongue, crossing her black garters, and 
Liz obligingly rolled over. Bill found himself facing her beautiful ass. 

Those prominent but shapely buttocks were framed by her garter belt and the 
tops of her hose as she held her thighs together. Bill placed his hands in 
the dimpled flanks of her buttocks. He wobbled the gelatinous mounds to and 
fro. 

He spanked Liz lightly, and she laughed as her ass-cheeks jiggled. 

Bill pressed his face against a luscious buttock and caught as much meat as 
he could hold between his teeth. He bit lightly, then sucked and licked. 

Liz rolled over. Her eyes were warm, and she smiled invitingly as she 
extended her arms up around Bill. 

"Let's fuck," she said. "I want to feel that big prick of yours inside me." 

Bill scrambled atop her as her thighs opened to receive him. Sheathed in 
stockings half way up, and traversed by garters for the remaining distance, 
her lovely thighs bracketed his middle. Her legs crossed to clutch him 
tightly. 

Bill's prick burrowed into her warm, wet pussy, going all the way in a 
single thrust. He felt his balls lying against her crotch. Their pubic tufts 
intermingled. 

Liz moaned and ground her soft, warm belly against him. Her breasts were 
like pneumatic pillows cushioning his chest. 

Her fingernails dug into his back as he began to stroke in and out of her 
pussy. 

After having fucked only Susan since their wedding night, and having 
abstained for several weeks before that, the feel of Liz's pussy around his 
stroking dick was strange. It wasn't as tight as his wife's little cunt, but 
it was tight enough to impart adequate friction. And he discovered that Liz 
had a way of moving which Susan had never learned. She seemed to snap her 
hips forward and back, while giving a little circular twist. This made it 
feel as if his cock were being pulled and tugged, or gulped at by some 
wondrously soft, muscular mouth. 

Bill enjoyed it tremendously, and he responded by fucking hard from the very 
start. He rocked Liz's clinging body, causing her tits to shake up and down 
against his hairy chest. He enjoyed the serpentine feel of her stocking-clad 
legs across his back. As he moved, her nylons slithered against his flesh. 

"Jesus!" he exclaimed. "Oh, shit!" 

"Shit, yes!" Liz said back. "It's fucking good, isn't it?" 

"It's good, goddamned fucking!" Bill heatedly declared. 

His brain swirled giddily as he drove his iron-hard dick eight inches into 
the swiveling, snapping cunt that couldn't seem to get enough. He heard and 
felt Liz's breath quicken. He fucked her even harder. 

She started to come, and there was no mistaking the power of her climax. Her 
pussy, which had been jerking by direction, spasmed of its own accord. Her 
circular muscles rippled along Bill's shaft as her belly quaked. She moaned 
and whined. 

Bill's head grew light as a feather. He wanted to keep on pounding, but he 
knew that he couldn't. He was about to come. 

Driving his big dick deep into the woman's heaving flesh, he held it there 
and let it twitch, gushing his thick cream into the pit of her vagina. 

She sighed a bit regretfully, he thought. 

He regretted, also, that he couldn't have lasted longer with her. But it had 
been a blissful come. 

He clutched her and buried his face in her perfumed neck, her black hair 
tickled his cheek. She stroked her soft hands up and down his back. 

"You're a bull, do you know that?" Liz breathed raspingly at his ear. "A 
big, horny bull!" 

He couldn't have felt more complimented. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Don't you think we'd better go back in?" Susan asked Paul as they stood at 
the edge of the patio. 

He had maneuvered her so that she couldn't see through the sliding glass 
door, and she was wondering what Bill and Liz were up to. She wasn't really 
concerned. Just curious. 

"It is a bit chilly out here," Paul said, and startled Susan by slipping his 
arm around her. "Maybe this will help," he added, his warm breath striking 
her ear. 

She stiffened and tried to pull away. "You shouldn't do that." 

"Oh, bullshit," Paul said, and chuckled. "It's just a neighborly gesture." 

Susan was surprised to discover that she didn't feel the least bit 
neighborly toward the handsome, well-built older man. She was turning on! 

This alarmed her, and she began to struggle in earnest. But Paul, laughing 
as if the whole thing were a joke, wrapped both arms around her, holding her 
body against him. She felt the bulge of his privates against her belly. 

"You're such a little girl," he said. "But I can help you grow up. You'll 
like it. Just give yourself a chance." 

Paul's parted lips caught her startled mouth, and he thrust his tongue 
between the ridges of her teeth, colliding with her tongue. He circled his 
tongue around, stroking hers sensuously. Despite herself, she felt her 
tongue flutter. 

Her head was pleasantly light from the effects of the two drinks she'd had, 
and the darkness lent a further disinhibiting effect. Not really 
thinking-seeming to be unable to think at that moment-Susan clutched the man 
who was kissing her. 

His hands went down her back, pulled up her skirt, and clutched her buttocks 
through her silken panties. 

Susan thrilled. 

As Paul's cock tensed against her belly, her thrill increased. So did her 
giddy sense of looseness. For the moment, she had forgotten Bill and the 
love she had for him. She was doing something wild, and it was wonderful. 

Paul pulled down her panties at the back and stroked her bare, shivery 
buttocks. 

Susan had never felt so wanton in her life-except when she was cocksucking 
her husband, and even that had been tamer because they were married. Paul 
was a man she hardly knew, an older and more sophisticated man who might 
almost have been her father. Still, he was young enough to be exciting, and 
he was very handsome. 

His lips left her mouth and glided across her cheek and down to her neck. He 
sucked and licked and nibbled as Susan writhed. Moisture broke through the 
lips of her pussy to moisten the crotch-strip of her pants. Her legs felt 
weak, as if they wanted to collapse. Her nipples pricked up in her bra. 

Paul took his hands from her buttocks, which had been burning from his 
touch, and her panty elastic snapped back into place. He let her skirt drop. 
He returned his mouth to hers and let his tongue-tip flutter teasingly 
against her soft, parted lips. 

After a few moments Susan opened her mouth wide and captured as much of his 
tongue as she could get. Her brain reeled as she sucked the meaty organ. 

She felt Paul's hands doing something at her back, but the realization of 
what he was about didn't register until he deftly brushed her dress off her 
shoulders and the garment dropped to the flagstone floor of the patio. 

"Noooh!" Susan exclaimed, pulling away from him in shock. 

She tried to cover her pink-cupped breasts and the matching sleek nylon of 
her panties. 

"You're adorable!" Paul said. 

Blushing furiously, Susan squatted to pick up her dress. 

But Paul wouldn't let her do it. He swept her up in his arms, leaving her 
dress where it had fallen. He carried her toward the living room. 

"Are you crazy?" Susan whispered harshly. "My husband and your wife are in 
there!" 

"Not any more," he said, "if I know my hot little Liz." 

"Wh-what do you mean?" Susan stammered as Paul carried her to the door and 
slid the glass open. By that time she could see for herself that Liz and 
Bill weren't in the living room. 

"Where are they?" she demanded. 

"In the bedroom, no doubt. Probably screwing." 

"Screwing!" Susan exclaimed, forgetting that she was uttering an obscenity. 

"Why not?" Paul smiled as he placed Susan on her feet. "Why don't you walk 
to the bedroom door and see?" 

The challenge was one she couldn't resist. Paul pleasurably watched her 
undulating bottom in her pink briefs as she walked to the partially open 
door. He moved up behind her. 

Susan peered into the dimly lit bedroom. 

The sight which met her eyes was the most shocking she had ever seen. Her 
husband, the man she loved, lay on the bed with Liz. More than that, he was 
in Liz. Both were nude, except that Liz was wearing dusky stockings and a 
sexy black garter belt. 

"Satisfied?" Paul asked Susan, and reached forward from behind her to cup 
her breasts through her bra. 

His voice was heard in the bedroom. Bill quickly looked around, and guilt 
drenched his face. But when he saw Paul clutching Susan's tits while she 
stood there in just her bra and panties, the guilt evaporated. 

Liz sat up. "Come on in, you two-there's room enough on this bed for all of 
us." 

Susan was flabbergasted. She should have been irate with her husband, she 
knew, for having sex with another woman. But how could she express righteous 
indignation when she herself was half-nude, letting a strange man clutch her 
breasts? What was more, her breasts responded throbbingly to the caress. Her 
pussy seemed on fire. 

Bill grinned. "Well, I guess we're both guilty, if there's any guilt 
involved." 

"There isn't," Paul quickly said. "We're all just having fun. Let's accept 
my sweet wife's invitation-what do you say?" 

He gave the blushing Susan a little push, and she entered the bedroom. Paul 
had dropped his loafers, shirt and pants on the way and wore blue boxer 
shorts which had a moist spot at their front where his aroused pecker 
pressed from within. 

Liz squirmed toward the far side of the bed, pushing Bill ahead of her. His 
soft peter had slipped out of her body. Paul guided Susan down onto the bed 
and lay next to her, at the edge. 

Disconcertingly, Susan found herself snuggled beside the nude woman who had 
just screwed her husband and whose husband she herself was about to screw, 
if events followed their obviously intended course. 

She knew that the Martinos had planned all this, and she felt she should be 
angry with them. But she was sure Liz hadn't forced Bill into bed, and Paul 
hadn't exactly put a hammerlock on her when he had removed her dress on the 
patio. Things had just happened, and in a way she would never have believed 
possible a mere hour before. 

Things were continuing ;to happen, particularly within Susan, as Paul lay 
against her, massaging her firm breasts through her bra and stroking 
downward across her belly to the tuft of hair which he caressed through her 
silk briefs. She felt his hard prick burning against her thigh. 

Liz and Bill watched with interest as her husband felt his wife up. They saw 
the bewilderment on Susan's face gradually turn to acquiescence, then raw 
passion as she clutched Paul, rolling onto her side to face him. Bill's eyes 
caressed his wife's cute bottom through her nearly transparent panties and 
watched Paul's hand glide down her back to the scantily clad mounds. He 
watched Paul stretch Susan's panty elastic down, baring her ass-an ass which 
up to that evening only Bill himself had caressed. Paul's hair-backed, 
bronzed fingers stroked Bill's wife's buttocks. He pulled her panties all 
the way to her thighs, then clutched the top most cheek of her bottom as she 
lay on her side. He pulled that buttock away from its twin, exposing Susan's 
little pink asshole, and he tickled the wrinkly indentation with a 
fingertip. 

Bill should have been wild with anger, he believed. But strangely he wasn't. 
He was sexually aroused, instead. The fact that Liz was pulling on his 
limber prick had something to do with the way he felt. His prick stiffened 
out. 

The brunette squirmed around and brought her head down to Bill's middle. He 
watched her rosy tongue come out and begin swiping at his equally rosy 
cockhead, which still bore a coating of cum from her cunt. 

He thrilled wildly as she licked his prick all over, her fluttering tongue 
moving around the throbbing knob and up and down his straight, hard shaft. 
Liz didn't stop with that, but began to lick his balls as well. Her head 
worked itself between his legs, her silken hair caressing the inner sides of 
his thighs. 

"Look!" Paul said to Susan, and turned her in front of him, so she could see 
what her husband and his wife were doing. 

Susan experienced yet another shock as she watched Liz licking Bill's 
wrinkled, hair testicles. Paul quickly unsnapped Susan's bra and reached 
forward into the slack cups to squeeze and wiggle her warm, girlishly firm 
breasts. 

Susan writhed with responding passion as his deft fingers tugged her stiff 
nipples forward and bent them to and fro. His nails lightly scratched her 
sensitive, pebbled aureoles. He pushed against her bottom so that she would 
feel his thick, warm shaft in the crack between her buttocks. 

The sight in front of her contributed to her passion, as well, and Susan was 
amazed by the fact that she wasn't angry with Bill or hate Liz. She enjoyed 
them both as she watched them together and as Paul deftly twiddled her tits. 

Her pussy was sopped by that time, and it throbbed hotly. She wanted to 
spread her legs and take Paul between them. 

Yes, Paul! 

Why not? 

She turned toward him. 

"My little angel," he murmured, and stroked her slack bra away. 

He watched as he brushed his hand back and forth across her thrusting pink 
nipples, causing her titties to quiver. Susan looked down and thrilled as 
she watched also. Paul lowered his hand, extending a trail of fire across 
her belly as he brushed her silken tuft and the plushy mound beneath. He 
grasped the moist center of her panties, which were already at half-mast, 
and drew them the rest of the way down her thighs. She lifted her legs and 
bicycled them as Paul pulled her panties off, then thrilled when he swiftly 
brought his hand up between her legs to cup her wet and throbbing cunt. 

His middle finger wiggled into her soft slit and penetrated all the way to 
his knuckle. He circled the stiff digit in her snatch. 

"Oooh, wow!" Susan panted. "That feels ... just ... wonderful!" 

Paul's other hand was busy pulling down his shorts, and Susan gaped when his 
big prick leaped out above the descending waistband to stand quivering as it 
pointed up toward her face. 

"Suck it!" he said simply, and freed both hands to push her blonde head 
down. 

His bald cockhead collided with her soft lips, and her mouth flew open. 
Before Susan knew it, her mouth was stuffed by the strange man's dick, and 
she was sucking like a little girl with a lollipop. 

Rich, raunchy man-flavor washed over her tongue. The scent of sexual musk 
filled her nostrils. 

It was good! 

Susan loved it. 

She sucked and champed on Paul's big prick as he watched his wife lick his 
neighbor's balls. Bill was just as thrilled watching Susan bob her sucking 
mouth on Paul's cock. 

Liz saw from the corner of her eye what Susan was doing and lifted her 
tousled brunette head. She smiled at Bill. 

"Your little wife is more of a swinger than I'd thought," she said, stroking 
Bill's prick by hand. "Does she eat you like that?" 

"Hell, Yes," Bill replied, and felt proud. 

"And how about you?" Liz asked, her dark eyes twinkling. "Are you an eater, 
too?" 

"When I feel like it," Bill said. "But right now I'd like to get my cock 
sucked. How about it?" 

"Your slightest wish is my command, master," murmured Liz, and she bowed her 
head. 

Bill gasped with delight as her hot tongue circled the knob of his prick, 
seeming to draw it into her mouth like a threaded bolt. Then she was sucking 
on it gently as her marvelous lips and tongue did their work. 

"Easy, baby," Paul panted to Susan. "Don't suck so hard. Just glide your 
mouth up and down and suck gently. Oooh, shit yes! That's it!" 

The men worked their hips in rhythm with the bobbing heads of each other's 
wives, pumping their stiff dicks into the women's warm, sucking mouths. The 
world seemed to stand still on its axis. It was the room that slowly spun 
around. 

Liz was the first to raise her head. She swung astride Bill, settling her 
slitted softness down onto his standing cock. She knelt straight up and went 
to work like an Oriental dancer, wiggling her hips and flexing her knees. 
Her big tits swayed and bobbled. 

Bill had never felt such a marvelous massage. Liz's wet, slippery cunt 
seemed to be moving every way at once around his throbbing pecker. She 
rippled her belly, and her cunt literally gulped at his shaft, all but 
pulling it right away from his drawn-up, blissfully churning balls. 

"Will you ride me?" Paul asked Susan, and lifted her head off his cock. 

She was reluctant to give up the great-tasting, long, bulbended organ-until 
she saw the way Liz was fucking Bill. How wild! Susan thought. She had never 
straddled Bill herself, being content in the past to have him mount her. But 
now the idea of being on top and in command, free to move any way she 
wanted, appealed to her strongly. 

Though she couldn't have Bill, because he was well occupied, she had Paul. 
That was even more exciting, in a way. 

And it wouldn't be wrong to fuck him. 

How could it be wrong when Bill was being fucked by Liz? 

Susan swung astride the handsome, bronzed man with the thick black hair. He 
lay back on a pillow and smiled up at her. His thrusting cock split her 
pussy and glided all the way up the tight sheath. 

"You feel like a virgin," he said. 

"I was, just a few weeks ago," she confided. 

"You mean Bill's the only man who ever?" 

"Yes, he's the only one who's fucked me," Susan said, enjoying her use of 
the forbidden word. 

"Until now," Paul corrected as he rotated his long, hard prick inside her. 

"Until now," Susan echoed, and began to wiggle her hips. 

It was a wonderful thrill to kneel atop a man like that and look down at him 
as she felt his hardness sticking up inside her. It was a special thrill 
because the man was Paul rather than Bill. But in all fairness, Susan had to 
admit that Paul's prick was not quite the equal of her husband's. It was 
big, sure-plenty big enough. But Bill's was an inch or so longer, she 
judged. Paul's seemed just as thick, though, especially the knob at its end, 
which was stirring her deliciously, rippling the walls of her pussy and 
stretching them this way and that. 

Paul couldn't get over the thrill of how small Susan was in the cunt. Or of 
how youthful her pretty face seemed. It was like screwing a high school kid, 
which he hadn't had the pleasure of doing since he was in high school 
himself. And then he had been too immature to appreciate it. 

Susan didn't move as skillfully as Liz, however. After a few tentative 
rotations of her hips, the young blonde settled into a straight up-and-down 
motion. But Paul couldn't complain about that, because her erect titties 
were doing a marvelous dance, jiggling tautly up and down. Liz's boobs would 
have been flopping all over. 

In fact, Liz's boobs were flopping all over, Paul observed when he glanced 
away from Susan. Bill, staring up, seemed to appreciate the effect, no doubt 
having tired of his wife's more controlled jiggle. 

Bill grasped Liz's melons and shook them as she continued to wriggle and 
pump her ass on his penetrating prick. He thrilled to the way his fingers 
sank into her squidgy masses, her fat nipples tickling his palms. 

Suddenly Liz twisted about, swiveling on the pin of his manhood, and she 
bent forward, raising her ass a bit. Not only was Bill treated to a 
delightful view of her large buttocks, split apart, with little curly hairs 
circling her puckered asshole, but he could watch his slippery shaft 
stroking up and down in her cunt. This was something he had never seen 
before, with any woman. It was fascinating to watch his pecker push the 
pussy folds inward each time Liz came down, then to watch the slippery 
little flanges of her cunt-flesh turn outward as they surrendered their 
grasp of his gleaming wet prick. 

Another thrill was quickly added as Liz clutched one of Bill's feet and took 
his big toe into her mouth. She sucked on it as if it were the knob of his 
prick while she worked her tireless hips up and down and around, stroking 
him to a height of passion he had never before reached. His earlier come, 
just a few minutes before, had given his unusual staying power. 

Paul drew Susan forward, mashing her cute tits against him. He clutched her 
ass and wiggled it as she continued pumping her tight cunt on his rod. She 
quickly got the idea and did the wiggling herself while she stroked. Paul 
worked a finger between her buttocks and impudently pressed it against the 
tight nest of puckers which was the entrance to her ass. 

Susan was surprised-but happily so. As Paul's finger popped into her asshole 
and began to stroke in and out through the narrow sphincter, she thrilled 
wildly. 

She tucked him with an abandon she hadn't known she could express toward any 
man but Bill. 

Liz was bobbing her hot ass on Bill as eagerly. 

The bed rocked beneath the happily screwing couples. 

Bill slashed upward, making Liz gasp around his toe that she was sucking, 
and she felt him fountain inside her. This capped her rolling climax. 

Susan had been coming for some moments with Paul, but she breathlessly 
fucked on, greedy for as many thrills as she could get. Finally he gave her 
three joints of his finger up the asshole and groaned harshly. She felt his 
spurting, hot cum deep inside her. Susan squealed, then moaned, and clutched 
him. Their bodies were filmed with sweat. 

Liz had hold of Bill by both feet and was rubbing her moist mouth back and 
forth across all his toes as her ass waved, pulling his softened peter this 
way and that. Finally his cock slid out to fall limply. Liz stopped moving, 
but she remained for a few moments in her bent-over pose, and Bill stared at 
her brown asshole between her satiny, olive-toned buttocks. The picture was 
set off to perfection by her smooth thighs gleaming above dark stockings, 
taut garter straps tugging at them. 

What an evening it had been! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Well, what do you think?" Bill asked Susan when they returned to their own 
apartment. 

"Wow!" was all she could say as she looked at him. 

He laughed and hugged her. 

It seemed that he hadn't lost anything in exchange for the wonderful outside 
thrills he had enjoyed. Talk about having your cake and eating it, too-that 
really was possible. He had possessed Liz, in thrilling, exotic ways, and 
yet he still had Susan, who clutched and kissed him as if she loved him like 
always. Since Susan knew about Liz and apparently accepted it, there was no 
guilt. The fact that Bill had shared Susan with another man didn't seem like 
a loss, either, because he had enjoyed watching them together-and here Susan 
was, home with him just as before. 

"Those Martinos are something else!" Bill said as he walked arm-in-arm with 
his wife to the bedroom. 

"How did you like Liz?" she asked. 

He snapped on the bedroom lights and turned Susan to study her. He became 
cautious, fearing he might have a problem after all. 

"Why did you ask that?" he wanted to know. 

"I'm just curious," Susan said calmly. "Not jealous?" 

"How could I be jealous when I was with Paul?" 

"That makes sense," Bill said, and he felt secure again. 

Susan unfastened her dress. "You didn't answer the question." 

Seated on the bed and taking off his shoes, Bill said, "Liz was different, 
that's all. Just different. Not as good as you." 

"Really?" Susan let her dress drop. 

"Well ... she maybe was a little more skillful in the way she moved when we 
fucked. I guess she's had a lot of practice." 

"I imagine so," Susan said. She removed her bra. 

"But she wasn't as tight as you are, baby," Bill said with a grin. "Or as 
sweet," he added. 

"I guess you liked her big tits." Susan was showing Bill her smaller but 
more shapely ones, which were large by general standards. 

"I dig it when you use that word," Bill said, rising. His brown eyes 
twinkled as he cupped his wife's pretty boobs. "And speaking of titties ... 
yours are firmer and shapelier than Liz's." 

"Really?" Susan's lashes had lowered, and she was writhing gently against 
her husband's caress. 

"Damned right," he said, his tone getting huskier. "I was proud of you." 

"While I was fucking Paul?" Susan asked. 

"Oh, say that again," Bill said, his cock standing up. 

"What?" 

"You know. Just that word." He kept massaging Susan's firm, satiny breasts. 
"Fuck," she said. "Oh, shit!" 

Bill pulled Susan into his arms and crushed her mouth with his kiss. His 
hands kneaded her springy buttocks through her thin, silken briefs. 

"You're hard again!" Susan said, marveling. Though the kiss had ended, she 
was still pressing her belly against him. "Even after you screwed Liz 
twice." 

"You could make me hard any time, no matter how many women I'd been with." 

"How many women? You mean, you want to be with more?" 

"Let's not talk now," Bill said. "Let's just fuck." 

They sank to the bed, and Susan helped Bill off with his clothes. She 
skinned off her own panties. Then she was atop him, submerging his pole in 
the previously well-greased slit between her thighs. 

"How did Liz move better than me?" she asked when she held Bill's hard prick 
captive. 

"She wiggled her hips more, and she gave them a little snap," he said. "She 
seemed to use her muscles inside." 

"Like this?" 

Susan began twisting, but she wasn't as deft at it as Liz had been. 

Bill didn't feel like giving lessons, however, and Susan's insistence upon 
drawing a parallel between herself and Liz embarrassed him. 

"Just do it your own way," he said. "Do whatever feels good." 

Susan began jogging up and down, her titties bobbing tautly. Bill picked up 
the rhythm, driving up into her tight, slick cunt each time she came down. 
There was an audible soggy smacking. 

Bill reached up and held the flat of his hands against her jiggling breasts, 
letting her stiff nipples scratch him. Susan' panted and screwed harder. She 
tossed her head, causing her long blonde hair to whip about. 

The sensation which Bill's prick received was very good indeed as her 
slippery, snug flesh massaged him. He closed his eyes and let erotic images 
dance through his mind: mostly sights he remembered from the evening spent 
in the Martinos' bedroom. 

He saw Liz's lush legs in black nylons. He saw her going down on his cock. 
He saw Susan doing the same with Paul, then sitting atop the other man just 
as she was straddling Bill himself at that moment. He saw Liz's ass sticking 
up in front of him, open and inviting, as she faced his feet and bobbed 
slickly up and down on his pole. He felt her sucking his big toe. 

Susan was breathing hard, and working hard as well. It was late and they 
both had been through a lot, so it wasn't as easy as it had been for either 
of them to reach a climax. But they were both eager-and able, with an 
effort-to achieve yet another peak of pleasure before they wrote finis to 
what had been a surprising and most stimulating day. It was a day which was 
destined to change their lives, they both knew. 

Susan enjoyed the way Bill's long cock reached far up inside her as she 
screwed him. Paul's prick hadn't penetrated so deeply. Still, she had 
enjoyed Paul very much. She was enjoying Bill, also-especially since she had 
been with Paul and since Bill had been with Paul's wife. It was crazy, 
perhaps, but the whole thing had pleased her very much. And she didn't feel 
guilty, because it had been so open and accepted on all sides. 

She leaned forward, bringing her clit in closer contact with Bill's gliding 
shaft, and she wriggled her lithe hips as she pumped up and down. This 
enhanced Bill's excitement. He beat his rump against the mattress as he 
slashed rapidly up into Susan's bobbing, greasy cunt. 

"Ooh ... ooooh ... YESSSS!" she said, and came, spasming out of control. 

Bill jerked and ejaculated in her grabbing pussy. His balls hurt as they 
were wrenched to give forth more semen than they could comfortably produce. 
Still, the climax was very satisfying. 

Bill breathed hard and held his wife's sweat-filmed body tightly against 
his. He felt her heart thump-thumping through her breasts. 

"Ooh, I've really had it now!" Susan said, and wheeled off him to sprawl 
flat on her back. 

Bill, who felt fatigued in every muscle of his body, sat up, his brain 
reeling lightly. He looked down at his pretty bride who lay with legs 
spread. 

She would never have casually exposed herself to me that way before, he 
thought as he studied the flecks of white foam on the lips of her pussy and 
her blonde pubic hairs damply matted down. Her cunt remained partially 
unfurled, and he noted how red and wet the inner flesh was. 

"Let's not even bother with pajamas," Bill said as he got up to turn off the 
lights. 

Susan didn't reply. She just crawled under the covers and dropped off to 
sleep. 

Bill was asleep within moments after he rejoined her. 

Since Bill was a construction worker, he left for his job at a very early 
hour. Susan was reluctant to get up when the alarm which he had re-set for 
her went off at 7:00. But she hauled herself out. 

Under the pelting shower, as she soaped her breasts and between her legs, 
she awakened fully, and she felt better able to face the day. 

She toweled herself, slipping into panties, and wrapped a robe about her. 
She walked to the kitchen and poured a cup of the strong coffee Bill had 
made. 

Seated at the table and sipping the bracing brew, Susan thought about the 
way her life with Bill had changed. It had changed, yet it was still the 
same. Funny. She had never imagined things could be that way. 

She stood up and stretched, her titties rising to nearly pop out of her 
slack robe. Then she walked back to the bedroom and proceeded with her 
dressing. 

On an impulse, she decided not to wear a bra that day. Liz didn't wear one, 
so why should she? 

It was going to be too warm for a slip or pantyhose either, she decided. 
Just pants, a skirt, and blouse would be enough. Susan's legs were 
sufficiently smooth and golden-hued so that she could get by without 
covering them, and she frequently did so. Only her forgoing of a brassiere 
was new. 

She felt a little loose as she left for work, her titties jiggling freely in 
her blouse. But the feeling didn't distress her, as it might have done a day 
or two ago. It gave her a giddy stimulation. 

What if I didn't have panties on, either? she asked herself. I wonder how 
that would feel? 

But she wasn't quite bold enough to venture out into the world without 
underpants. What if a sudden breeze came along and lifted her skirt? 

Or what if some guy got particularly fresh and started feeling around? 

This thought titillated Susan as she walked to her little Datsun which was 
parked in the apartment house carport. 

There were plenty of fresh guys in the office where she worked. Most were 
ex-construction men who had been brought into the office. Bill was bright 
enough to have gone that route, too, if he had stayed with the company. But 
after he and Susan got married, he had thought it best to find work with a 
different contractor. Anyway, he liked working outside, he said. 

Susan felt particularly free and happy as she drove to work that morning. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Walking down the aisle between the rows of desks, toward the file room, 
Susan was momentarily sorry that she hadn't put on a bra that morning. Her 
pertly out-thrust tits were jiggling merrily in her blouse, and she knew the 
men were eyeing them. 

This excited her, and made her the tiniest bit proud, but she was afraid 
also that the sex-show was too blatant. 

She entered the file room, rounded a row of tall green cabinets, and found 
herself alone. 

Let's see, she thought, Geiger ... G ... e.... 

"Gotcha!" Young Cal Hornaday laughed close to her ear as he reached forward 
from behind her and grasped her braless breasts. 

"OH!" Susan exclaimed, and dropped the papers she was carrying, as the 
impudent fellow squeezed and wiggled her titties through her blouse. 

Sharp thrills coursed through her, made all the more intense by the 
unexpected nature of his onslaught. 

"Stop it!" Susan demanded. "Let go of me!" 

She writhed, finally succeeding in breaking Cal's lascivious hold on her 
knockers as she turned to face him, red-faced. He backed her against a 
filing cabinet. 

A grin brightened his elongated face. "Man, I just knew you weren't wearing 
a bra today!" 

"What business is that of yours?" she demanded. Though he had thrilled her, 
Susan didn't want him to feel he could take such liberties. 

"Shoot, I make every pretty girl my business," Cal said. "And today you look 
good enough to eat. How about a kiss?" 

"No!" 

With Susan's pink lips puckered to form the sound, her mouth offered a 
perfect target, and Cal brashly took advantage of it. His hard mouth pressed 
her soft one, opening it farther. His meaty, wet tongue forced its way in. 

Susan's excitement increased as she struggled against his raping kiss, her 
erect titties rubbing pliantly across his chest. His belly pressed against 
hers, and she could feel his lust swelling. 

Cal had been fresh with her before, but never to this extent. She guessed 
that going without a bra was dangerous, especially when a girl was built 
like she was. 

Try as she would, she couldn't get away from Cal. His cock grew harder, and 
she became more turned on. His tongue was threshing wildly in her mouth by 
that time, and her nipples had pricked up hard. She knew he could feel-them 
digging him through her blouse. 

Moisture was lubricating her love-lips, adding to her dismay. 

My God, what's going to happen? she wondered, for she wasn't at all sure 
that Cal would stop. Worse, she wasn't sure she possessed the strength to 
stop him. 

His hands were moving up and down her squirming form. His mouth slid off 
hers and panted hotly at her ear. 

"Let's get it on, baby!" he said. "We're safe back here. Nobody will bug 
us." 

"You've gotta be crazy!" Susan exclaimed. 

She tried to slide away from him, but he grasped her and swung her around. 
He walked her backwards toward the end of the aisle. 

Susan felt her legs growing weaker with each step. Her thighs rubbed damply 
as warm juice seeped through the screen of her panties to glaze them. 

At the end of the aisle there was a table where files could be laid out and 
sorted. Grasping Susan at the waist, Cal boosted her up onto the hard 
surface. She sat on the edge of the table with her legs dangling over the 
side. 

"We can't dooo this!" she was protesting. 

But Cal must have read a contradictory message in her blue eyes because he 
kept on, pushing her knees apart and pressing between them. He kissed her 
again. Susan's brain whirled. Cal's hand went to work between their bodies, 
squeezing her shapely breasts through her blouse and rubbing his thumbs back 
and forth across her erect, sensitive nipples. 

She moaned against his tongue-spearing kiss. She wriggled her hot ass on the 
table-top. 

Cal dropped his hand to her thigh and pulled her skirt up to her lap. 

He IS going to screw me here! Susan realized in thrilled shock. Oh, my 
heavens! 

Cal fumbled with the buttons on the front of her blouse. He had to stop 
kissing her to see what he was doing, but by then Susan's resolve was too 
weak for her to utter a protest. She merely breathed through parted lips as 
she saw her blouse coming open. 

Cal slid his hand between the edges of the blouse and grasped a smooth, full 
tit. 

Susan sucked in her breath. She watched Cal's strong fingers manipulating 
her boob. He pushed her blouse open wide, exposing both boobies, and began 
playing with them as if they were rubber balls. 

"Ooh, please!" Susan breathed. What she really meant was, Please don't stop! 

Cal obviously had no such intention, for he let his hands glide down to her 
bare thighs and he stroked them. His fingers slid underneath the edge of her 
skirt and encountered her silken panties. He grasped the flimsy nylon and 
began pulling it down. 

Susan's pants were daffodil-yellow that day, and Cal admired them as he drew 
them down her legs. He stepped back a bit and raised her legs to remove her 
panties. Susan's bare ass was against the cold table-top. She felt sinfully 
wanton. 

She looked at the peak in the front of Cal's trousers and wondered what his 
cock was like. In a moment she found out when he opened his fly and let the 
beast escape. 

It was a skinny prick, like Cal's face and entire body was skinny. The glans 
was less plump than either Bill's or Paul's, and the organ made Susan think 
of a sword as it tilted up. 

Before Cal moved forward into her crotch, he bent and drew a titty to his 
parted lips. Susan shut her eyes and bit her lip as he sucked her. He 
changed titties, and the other nipple thrilled. 

She grasped his upthrust prick. 

"You want it now, don't you?" he said, his eyes glinting as he moved forward 
between her legs. 

"Yesss!" 

"Say it, 'cause I've never raped a babe, and I don't want to start now." 

"Fuck me!" Susan said. "That's my girl!" 

Cal drove his skinny cock into her, pulling her forward by the hips so that 
she sat on the very edge of the table. He undulated his middle, stirring his 
dick inside her like a long, slender spoon in a pot of stew. 

"Ooooh, I LIKE that!" Susan panted. 

Cal began to slowly pump his prick in and out of her slippery slit. He 
paused after every few strokes to rotate his tool some more. 

He wrapped his hands around her titties as if they were footballs that he 
was getting ready to pass. His thumbs bent her nipples and let them flip 
back. 

Susan hooked her legs around the backs of his thighs. She pulled herself 
forward on his cock each time he thrust. The friction was super-good, and 
she loved his hands on her boobies, too. 

She shut her eyes and let her head hang back, her blonde hair streaming. 

Cal began slamming into her faster. His slippery cock made a slopping sound 
in her flesh. 

"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh!" Susan panted. 

"Shit! Oh, Jesus!" Cal husked. 

He fucked Susan as hard as he could, and she started coming. She let out a 
yelp as she had her first climax, then began reaching for a second. 

"Don't ... stop!" she begged, moving her hips fervently against Cal's 
spearing thrusts. 

She got her second helping of goodies. 

She hoped to go for a third, but Cal couldn't hold out any longer. He gasped 
and burrowed deep, letting his warm cream spurt. 

He clutched Susan, and they quivered and moaned together. 

"Hey, Cal, where the hell are you?" a male voice inquired, and Ray Thompson 
appeared around a row of file cabinets. 

He stopped, staring at Susan. Cal remained buried deep in her crotch and 
didn't turn around. 

"Holy cat shit!" Ray said, his eyes opening wide. 

Ray was a few years younger than Cal, which made him about Susan's age, and 
he was very good-looking. She had speculated naughtily a few times that it 
might be fun to have an affair with him. 

He moved up, a big grin on his face. Susan saw the front of his trousers 
rising. 

Cal looked around and growled, "Will you get the fuck out of here?" 

"No!" Susan said, still breathing hard. "You get out, Cal." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

"We've had it already," Susan said, and added shamelessly, "Now I want Ray!" 

"Well, I'll be...!" 

Cal pulled out of the wet-cunted girl and caught his slimy pecker before it 
flopped onto his pants and made a mess of them. He pulled out a handkerchief 
and began wiping his prick. 

Ray was gazing hungrily at Susan, her cunt and tits blatantly exposed, as he 
unzipped himself and let his aroused dong leap out. There was a nice big 
knob on the end of his, and the shaft seemed nearly as long as Bill's. 

Ray moved up to Susan, grasped both her breasts, and bent his head. He 
turned to and fro, his lips tugging one lengthy pink nipple, then the other. 

Susan moaned rapturously as her excitement surged. She grasped Ray's 
upthrust cock and began to stroke it. 

He moved fully into her crotch and drove between the open petals of her 
cunt. His thick cock glided all the way up her slimy channel, opening her 
wider than Cal had done. He sealed his lips to hers as he began to stroke. 

Susan's tongue fluttered in his mouth. He sucked it. Then he forced her 
tongue back into her mouth with his tongue. He fucked her orally and 
vaginally at the same time, maintaining exactly the same rhythm at both 
ends. 

Cal, his clothing restored, stood back and watched. 

Susan was striving eagerly for her third climax. She got it and fucked on. 
It was wild getting it from two men, one right after the other, and having 
the first fellow stand there watching while the second diddled vigorously 
inside her. 

She clutched Ray and stared across his shoulder at Cal as she wriggled and 
bumped her hips, her buttocks twisting on the table. She hooked her legs 
around the backs of Ray's thighs, pulling him tighter against her. His hard 
rod seemed to pump even deeper in her spasming hole. 

She shut her eyes and tilted her head back. She rubbed her sensitive titties 
against the abrasive fabric of Ray's shirt as she writhed against him. She 
kept coming. 

She was pulsating from head to toes and quaking deep inside as Ray fed her 
his stiff prick in fast-jabbing strokes. The thrusting of his cock into her 
pussy was forcing out thick juice which greased the table-top and made it 
slippery under her wiggling ass. 

Susan felt terribly loose-and it was wonderful! 

The fact that Cal was watching her fuck Ray made it all the better. She 
opened her eyes again so that she could see the fascinated expression on 
Cal's face. Her eyes widened. She panted through parted lips. 

"Ooh, shit!" Ray husked as he pounded his hard meat into her. "God damn, 
Jesus, it's good!" 

"Yes! Ooh shit, yes!" Susan cried. Her head swirled. 

Suddenly Ray let go, groaning as he shot his semen into her in heated 
spurts. She felt his cock jerking deeper in her belly. She was bathed in 
bliss. 

Clutching the handsome young man and panting, she felt her fever break. Her 
hips gave some final spastic bumps, then she lapsed against him. His cock 
softened inside her. 

Cal chuckled nervously. "Some coffee break-huh, man?" 

"Shit, the rest of the guys won't believe this!" Ray blurted. 

"The rest ... of the guys?" Susan stammered, straightening to stare at him. 
His softened organ remained inside her. "You're not going ... to tell 
them...." 

"Oh hell, no," Ray said, and pulled out. 

"I mean it," Susan implored. "It would be awful if they knew." 

"Awful if they knew what a hot piece you are?" Cal asked, eyes twinkling. 

"Yes! I mean ... ohh, I should never have let you...." 

Ray had wiped himself and was zipping up his pants. Cal clapped him jovially 
on the back. 

"Well, let's get back to work, buddy," Cal said. 

"Yeah." Ray grinned at Susan as the men started to leave. "It was great, 
baby. We'll do it again some time." 

She stared at them in a daze, then looked down at herself-breasts bare, 
crotch wet and exposed. She saw her daffodil-colored panties lying on the 
floor. 

What have I done? she thought. What have I turned into? 

The answer was too obvious to require verbalizing, and Susan hated herself. 
What had just happened was altogether different from what had taken place 
last evening with Bill and the Martinos. But if it hadn't been for that, she 
would never have done this, Susan realized. And having done that, she 
couldn't seem to stop herself from taking the next step. 

What would happen next, she wondered desperately. Did she have any control 
over the situation, or was she forced to go on, whether she wanted to or 
not? 

She wished she had some Kleenex to wipe her pussy before putting her pants 
back on, but she didn't. She picked up the panties, gave them a shake, and 
stepped into them. She pulled them up and snapped the elastic around her 
tummy. The crotch of her panties immediately became gooed. 

Feeling like the world's worse slut, she drew her blouse together over her 
tits and buttoned it. She tried to straighten her hair. 

She blushed as she returned to the main room of the office, feeling all eyes 
on her as she walked up the aisle to her desk. She deliberately avoided 
looking at Ray or Cal. 

It would have been better if Susan could have convinced herself that the men 
had raped her, but she knew that wasn't so. She had wanted the double 
screwing as much as they had wanted to give it to her-that was the really 
hard thing for her to face. 

Worse yet, she would doubtless want it again when the opportunity presented 
itself, as she knew it would. 

She had great difficulty getting through the remainder of the day. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Bill was putting in overtime on the project in which he was engaged, which 
meant that even though he left for work ahead of Susan each morning, she was 
the first to get home. She had no sooner entered the apartment before she 
began stripping off her clothes. She still felt slimy, both inside and out, 
as a result of the illicit sex in which she had engaged at the office, and 
she could hardly wait to sink into a cleansing bath. 

She dropped her blouse and skirt on the bedroom floor and ass-wiggled into 
the bathroom, wearing just her yellow silk panties. She bent, titties 
swooping, and turned on the water in the tub. Straightening, she skinned out 
of her briefs. 

She had always prided herself on keeping her undergarments dainty, but today 
her panty crotch was thoroughly impregnated with goo which had seeped from 
her pussy and dried there. She let the pants dangle from a finger and thumb 
as she carried them to a hamper and dropped them in. 

Settling into the tepid bath, she felt better-at least physically. But she 
remained ridden by guilt and dismay. 

Bill would hate me if he knew, she thought. 

She cleansed herself thoroughly, got out of the bath, and dried off. She 
walked naked into the bedroom just as the front door chimes sounded. 

Who can that be? Susan wondered as she snatched up a robe and belted it 
while hurrying to the door. 

Liz stood outside, smiling at her. "I wanted to talk to you before your 
hubby got home," she said. "Got a minute?" 

"Well ... yes, I guess so," Susan replied a bit reluctantly. "But I've got 
to get dressed and start dinner." 

"Don't mind me. Go ahead." 

Susan hadn't dressed in front of another female since gym class in high 
school, but she supposed that after last night it didn't matter if she 
exposed herself to Liz. The latter followed her into the bedroom, and Susan 
removed her robe. 

"What a perfectly super body you have!" 

Liz exclaimed as she gazed at Susan's bare backside and caught a reflection 
of her front in the dresser mirror. 

"Thank you," Susan mumbled, and hurried to the chest of drawers to get fresh 
panties and a bra. She selected a white combination, because she wanted to 
feel pristine, though that was hardly possible. 

Liz sucked on a cigarette as she watched Susan step into her panties and 
draw them up. 

"About last night," Liz said, "I hope you haven't had any second thoughts." 

"Ooh." Susan hesitated. "No, I guess not." 

"Good! Because Paul and I had a great time. We want to do it again tonight." 

Susan turned to face Liz, holding the brassiere in her hand. "Not tonight," 
she said, her tits standing tantalizingly erect. 

"Why not?" Liz's dark eyes brushed over her nipples. 

"I just don't think ... we ought to," Susan managed. 

"Oh, bullshit!" said Liz. "If it was good once, it will be even better the 
second time. But so we all can relax more, and really get it on in fine 
style, why don't we pair off tonight-you go down and sleep with Paul in our 
apartment, and I'll sleep up here with Bill?" 

"No!" Susan said firmly. Her eyes flashed. 

A wise look came into Liz's eyes. "Let's ask Bill and see what he says." 

"I don't care what Bill says!" Susan's cheeks flamed. "I don't want to do 
it!" 

As if on cue, the front door of the apartment opened, and Bill called, 
"Honey, I'm home!" 

"In here!" Liz quickly responded. 

Bill hurried to the bedroom door and grinned. Well, you two look cozy," he 
said, glancing from his nearly naked bride to Liz, who sat on the edge of 
the bed. "What's been going on?" 

"Just what do you think?" Liz purred. She stood and walked over to Bill, 
pressing her pneumatic breasts against him. As usual, she was braless. 

Susan just stared. Her own guilt kept her from feeling resentment over Liz's 
intimate attitude toward her husband. 

"I know nothing was happening between you two," Bill said, grinning down at 
Liz, "because Suzie's a man's girl-and so are you, if last night was any 
indication." 

"It was," Liz replied, writhing gently against him. "But that doesn't mean I 
can't appreciate a nice set of titties, and your wife certainly has them." 

"Speaking of titties...." Bill said, and looked pointedly down the front of 
Liz's blouse where boobs were squeezed together from the pressure she was 
exerting against him. 

"Do you like them?" Liz purred. 

"Christ, yes!" His husky tone, and the stiffening of his penis, which Liz 
felt, reinforced his answer. 

"Would you like to spend the night playing with my tits?" Liz asked 
shamelessly. 

"Bill!" Susan exclaimed. 

He blinked at his obviously vexed wife. "What's the matter, honey?" 

"We're not going to do that tonight," she said, carefully emphasizing every 
word. 

"But we all had fun last night," Bill said, "and it sure didn't hurt 
anything." 

"That's my boy," Liz murmured, gently rubbing herself against his hard-on. 

Susan did a psychological flip-flop. "All right!" she exclaimed. "If that's 
what you want, we'll do it. Why should I care?" 

The guilt which had been tormenting her was assuaged. Bill didn't deserve a 
chaste wife, she convinced herself. He was to blame for everything that had 
happened, including the nasty business at the office. 

"Are you mad?" Bill asked naively. 

"Why should I be mad because you want to fuck Liz?" Susan said with 
uncharacteristic candor. 

She tossed aside her bra, deciding the hell with it, and switched her hips 
in her fresh silk panties as she strode to the closet, titties jiggling. 

"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" Liz asked Bill, and tilted her cherry 
lips upward, inviting a kiss. 

"God, yes!" he blurted, and wrapped his arms around her. His brain floated 
as their lips merged. Liz's tongue slithered moistly into his mouth. 

I'm glad I screwed Ray and Cal! Susan thought. What's more, I'm going to do 
it again! I'm going to screw everybody I want! 

She savagely snatched a dress off a hanger and stepped into it. 

Liz's tongue was pistoning wickedly in Bill's mouth as she dry-fucked him 
through their clothes. Not able to control himself, he lowered his hands to 
her ass and clutched the slowly writhing cheeks. He was surprised to feel 
panties underneath her dark slacks, but they were light as a cobweb, not 
hampering in the least his enjoyment of her plump, springy buttocks. 

Susan whirled, staring at her husband and the other woman as she zipped up 
her dress. 

"Why should we wait until tonight?" she said angrily. "Why don't we pair off 
right now? You two can stay here and I'll go down and join Paul. Is he home 
yet, Liz?" 

The brunette broke away from Bill's kiss to answer, "Sure, he's home. He has 
been since four o'clock. Salesmen don't keep as long hours as construction 
men." 

"Well, have fun, you two!" Susan said with a tinge of bitterness, and 
marched out of the bedroom. 

Liz and Bill heard the front door slam. 

"She's pissed off," said Liz, "but Paul will get her over that." She smiled 
seductively at Bill. "And how are you, Mr. Workingman? All tired out after a 
hard day on the job?" 

"Do I feel tired out?" he asked as his prick pressed against her. 

"Let's see just how energetic you are." 

Liz dropped to her knees in front of him. 

"Let me take a shower first," Bill suggested, though he was thrilled as she 
unbuckled his belt. 

"Stay right here," Liz purred, and pulled his zipper down. She unsnapped the 
top of his work pants and let them drop. 

His prick made a peak in the front of his stretchy shorts. Liz pulled that 
garment down and set his cock bobbing. 

"How beautiful!" she murmured. "God, there's just nothing I love more than a 
... big ... stiff ... dick!" 

She was licking his pecker up and down as the tangy-scented thing skidded 
upward alongside her nose. 

"But I'm ... all sweaty!" Bill panted, his cock athrob. 

"I love the smell of man-sweat," Liz said against his hairy flesh. 

She was licking his balls and breathing deeply as burst after burst of giddy 
pleasure rocketed to Bill's brain. 

"Suck me!" he demanded. "Ooh shit, take my cock in your mouth!" 

She cast a sidelong smile up at him as she clutched his prick and pointed it 
right at her lips. He watched her moist red mouth open and felt the 
incomparable thrill of having his cock submerged inside it. Liz sucked 
gently and pumped her mouth forward and back on his thrusting, iron-hard 
pole. 

Bill wanted to shoot right away. He wanted to jam his prick into her throat 
and shower her tonsils with his rich, raunchy cream. 

But he didn't dare, because he knew she expected a lot more from him than 
that. 

Seeming to know just when to halt the highly stimulating fellatio, Liz 
sprang to her feet. Bill's cock jerked excitedly, bobbing of its own accord. 
The lush brunette pulled off the top of her two-piece outfit, setting her 
big tits bouncing. 

Watching her and hardly able to contain himself, Bill tossed his clothes 
away. 

Liz stretched the waistband of her outer pants and lowered them, revealing 
red panties. She immediately sat on the edge of the bed and bent forward, 
her boobies hanging down and shaking as she worked her slacks off her legs. 

By this time Bill had whisked his briefs away and was nude. He dropped to 
the floor in front of Liz as soon as she had removed her slacks, and he ran 
his work-roughened hands up and down her sleek lower legs and softer, fuller 
thighs. She squirmed on the edge of the bed. 

"Love me all over!" she pleaded. "Take all the time in the world." 

Bill bent his head and began kissing Liz's legs as he reached up and grasped 
her bulging breasts. He squeezed and rolled those marvelous playthings as 
his lips and tongue moistened her calves and thighs. She let her legs loll 
open and closed, thereby permitting Bill access to all parts of them, except 
their backs. 

Bill took care of this omission himself by boosting Liz's legs in the air 
and tipping her onto her back. He rose to his feet and bent forward, the 
better to lick the backs of her thighs, the hollows of her knees, and the 
delicately arched calves. 

As she writhed luxuriously to his caresses, her round breasts wobbled to and 
fro, the dark nipples sticking up hard. Those erections could not begin to 
compare to Bill's monstrous one, however. Bent forward as he was, his 
upthrust prick touched his belly. The huge head was red and throbbing with 
lust. 

Bill's hands were stroking over Liz's tits, down across her gently rounded 
belly, and onto her silk bikini-style pants. As he kissed closer and closer 
to the center of her sex, his hands curled around the top of her panties and 
drew the red briefs down. 

Leaving her pants bunched around the tops of her thighs, Bill pressed his 
mouth against her very hairy mons, inhaling subtle perfume mixed with 
even-more-stimulating sexual musk. His wet tongue stroked down through her 
black hairs, finding the top of her slit. He licked it but could not gain 
access to the juicy center of her split, because her panties prevented her 
from parting her legs very wide. 

"Take my pants off," Liz begged. 

Bill was quick to comply, wrapping his hand around the narrow center strip 
of the silken garment and jerking it all the way down her legs and past her 
delicate feet. He spread her legs apart, folding them back at the same time. 

He stared at the sensual beauty of Liz's cunt. 

She had lots of hair on her cuntal lips as well as above them. But with her 
legs spread wide as they were, a chasm yawned down the center of her lush 
dark forest. The canyon was wet and soft and red. Liz's prominent clitty 
stood up, shielded except at its smooth, firm tip by folds of velvety flesh. 

Bill bent and swiped his tongue upward through her soft pussy. Her aroused 
fragrance made his head light. He licked the tip of her clitty, working the 
foreskin back. 

"Ooh, God ... yes ... yesss!" Liz panted. 

Having begun to lick her luscious cunt, Bill couldn't seem to stop. He 
plowed his tongue into the wet, wiggly folds which were delightfully warm 
and well scented. Groaning against Liz's sopped flesh, he licked in and out 
of all the little fissures, then concentrated on her clit, clasping his lips 
around it and sucking. 

Liz howled, bumping her hips up and down. She smeared her sweet juice all 
over Bill's face. 

When he finally came up for fresh air, she took advantage of the opportunity 
to roll onto her belly. Her legs dangled" over the edge of the bed, 
presenting her lush ass to Bill in a blatant way, but a way which he 
appreciated in his extreme state of passion. 

He dropped to his knees on the carpet, worked himself forward between Liz's 
dangling legs, and placed his hands on her flanks. He bent and began licking 
her super-smooth and soft rear cheeks. 

Liz was gasping and panting hard, her hips giving little spastic jerks. The 
position which she had assumed offered a special benefit to her which Bill 
wasn't aware of, in that her clit was receiving intense stimulation from the 
edge of the mattress while Bill licked her ass. 

His wet tongue skidded closer and closer to the groove between her satiny 
buns, where dark little hairs curled around the mysteriously enticing dimple 
of her anus. Caught up in a tremendous surge of lust, as he was, Bill cast 
all restraints aside, and licked into Liz's asscrack. 

"Oooh ... oooh...!" she cried delightedly as his wet tongue swabbed her 
asshole. 

She was very dainty back there, except for a slight tang of perspiration, 
which Bill found stimulating, and he lingered in the forbidden cleft. He 
pressed his stubbly cheeks against the inner sides of Liz's buttocks, his 
nose sinking into her crack along with his stroking, twisting tongue. 

She commenced bumping more violently, shaking her bottom against Bill's 
face. He could feel her asshole puckering as he licked it. His saliva 
drooled into the little nest of concentric wrinkles. In the grip of lustful 
madness, he poked his tongue-tip against the tight hole. 

"Ooooh!" Liz bawled, and pressed her ass shakingly against his face as his 
tongue broke through her sphincter and slithered up her hot, grabby butt. 

He detected a slight acridity on his tonguetip, but even this stimulated 
him. He was wild with lust." His cock was throbbing so mightily that it 
seemed as if it might explode. 

"Now!" Liz shrieked. "FUCK ME ... NOW!" 

Bill struggled to his feet, grasped the woman's hips, and boosted her 
forward so that she knelt on the edge of the mattress. He grasped his dong 
in his fist and moved up to the two holes in her crotch, both of which 
beckoned him. He had lubricated and softened her anus so well that he 
doubtless could have thrust his rod into it without causing her undue 
discomfort. But he opted for the shaggy and much more open aperture which 
was uniquely feminine. 

Fitting his cockhead into the soft red mouth of her cunt, he pushed. His rod 
glided smoothly into her all the way. Her buttocks were pressed against his 
lower belly, and his balls tickled her stiff clit. 

"Oooh shit, but you've got a long one!" she cried. "Drive it into me! Touch 
my fucking tonsils!" 

Holding her hips firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, Bill 
rocked back and forward on the balls of his feet, stroking his long cock in 
and out of her. Though he had a powerful urge to speed up and finish 
quickly, he forced himself to adopt a slow, measured cadence. His long 
strokes caused his cock to nearly slip out of Liz's socket each time he 
withdrew, then to sink deep inside her with each thrust, his balls pressing 
her clit and shaggy mons. 

Liz wiggled her ass, letting her wet, soft cunt circle around his piston. 
She was working muscles deep inside which grabbed at his cock like rippling 
fingers. That was something which Susan couldn't do, and Bill appreciated 
it. 

He appreciated it so intensely, in fact, that he had to speed up his 
screwing. 

Soon he was powering his hot cock into Liz with everything he had, spanking 
her bouncy buttocks with his belly. Her very wet cunt made a sloshy sound as 
he speared it. 

"Oooh ... Christ ... yes!" Liz panted passionately. "Don't stop! Fuck me! 
FUCK me! Ooh, you ... fucking APE!" 

Bill growled, much like the wild thing she lad compared him to, and he kept 
pounding his bulb-ended prick into her as his head grew light and his eyes 
rolled back in their sockets. The room seemed to spin around him. All he vas 
aware of was the luscious, gliding clasp of Liz's hot, writhing cunt. 

"SHIT!" she cried. "Oooh ... you ... FUCKER!" 

"AARGH!" Bill gurgled harshly, drove his pecker deep, and held Liz's 
bobbing, shivering tanks as his cum gushed into her. 

She kept moaning and heaving, drawing every drop from Bill's balls. 

Finally she fell forward, causing his spent penis to pull out with a soggy 
Pop! She dug her talon-like fingers into the bed as she lay spread-eagled 
across it. She continued breathing hard, her eyes closed, her red lips 
widely parted. 

"Jesus, lady, you sure can fuck!" Bill said, breathing hard. 

"So can you, baby!" she gratefully replied. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Susan hesitated at the door of the Martinos' apartment, her hand poised to 
knock. Then she decided that such formality was unnecessary and simply 
turned the doorknob. 

The air conditioner was whispering in the living room, but otherwise the 
apartment was quiet. Susan saw no one. She was about to call out when it 
occurred to her that it might be more fun to hunt Paul up and take him by 
surprise, wherever he was. 

Susan's anger had given way to sexual stimulation, and her pretty face wore 
an expression of pleasurable anticipation as she made her way through the 
living room to the kitchen. Paul wasn't there. Susan retraced her steps and 
turned toward the bedroom. 

She heard nothing until entering the Martinos' conjugal chamber. Then there 
was a characteristic drilling sound of liquid striking liquid in a 
vigorously propelled stream. Susan had heard that sound through the door 
when her husband was in the bathroom, pissing. 

Mischievously she walked to the open bathroom door and saw Paul standing 
before the pot, his soft peter in his hand, relieving himself. 

"Hi," she said softly. 

The man gave a start, nearly causing his piss-stream to swing away from the 
bowl. But he recovered quickly, and grinned. He kept pissing. 

"This is a pleasant surprise," he told Susan. 

"I've never watched a man do that before," she said, her eyes trained on the 
stream of yellowish fluid that shot from the tip of Paul's bald-headed 
prick. 

"Really?" he responded, not embarrassed in the least. "One of the first 
things Liz wanted to do after we were married was to watch me take a leak. 
Well, maybe not one of the first things," he corrected, "but it happened on 
the first morning of our honeymoon." 

"Have you ever watched her go potty?" Susan asked, enjoying the intimacy of 
the conversation. 

"Many times," Paul said as he gave his pecker a couple of shakes to rid it 
of the last few drops. He put his penis back into his pants and zipped up, 
then flushed the John. 

"Maybe I should apologize for just barging in," Susan said as he turned to 
face her. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks rosy. 

"Not in the least," Paul replied, and gently took hold of her by the arms. 

"Well, uh, Bill is with Liz, so I thought 

"You thought right," Paul said, and drew her against him. 

They kissed with open mouths and stroking tongues. Paul's hand stroked her 
back, following the gentle S of her spine until it curved outward to give 
way to pert, rounded buttocks. He stroked her springy ass. 

Susan warmed quickly. She pressed herself more firmly against Paul and 
clutched his beefy arms with her slim, strong fingers. She twisted her mouth 
on his, her tongue pistoning upward. 

Inflamed by her passion and by the feel of her braless titties through her 
dress, Paul pulled up the back of her skirt. He wrapped his large hands 
around the panty-sheathed cheeks of her bottom and wiggled her buttocks 
against each other, kneading the resilient flesh at the same time. 

His cock swelled. 

Susan felt his manhood rising against her belly, and this excited her all 
the more. She was beginning to get weak in the knees as the now-familiar 
urge to be fucked came upon her. 

It was evident that Paul was getting a similar urge, for he began toying 
with the elastic band which topped Susan's panties, stretching it this way 
and that. He finally stretched the elastic down far enough to tuck it 
underneath Susan's pouting buttocks, thus baring her ass to his increasingly 
passionate caresses. 

A finger slipped between her soft buttocks to tickle her rear hole. Susan 
squirmed. Hot breath pumped through her nostrils to strike Paul's cheek in 
quick bursts. Her nipples had hardened, threatening to drill holes in his 
chest. His much-larger hard-on was making it difficult for him to stand 
close to her. 

Finally he broke their kiss and swept Susan up across his arms. As he 
carried her into the bedroom, her arms were linked around his neck and she 
resumed kissing him. He deposited her gently in the center of the bed. 

"I'm going to fuck you until you cry uncle," he announced, gazing warmly 
down at her as he unbuttoned his shirt. 

"I'll never cry uncle," Susan said, squirming in voluptuous anticipation. 
"You can fuck me all night long." 

Her steepled thighs opened and closed, but Paul was denied glimpses of her 
cunt by the panties which still passed between her legs, though they had 
been pulled off her buttocks. He hopped from one foot to the other, removing 
his trousers. His eyes were on Susan all the while. 

She was staring at the pinnacle inside his boxer shorts which caused the fly 
to stand open, furnishing a view of his matted pubic hair. He pulled his 
shorts down, and his prick bobbed stiffly. 

"I think that's beautiful," Susan said, gazing unashamedly at his organ. 

"What, baby?" Paul asked, as if he didn't know. 

"Your cock," Susan said, thrilling to her own use of the word. She wanted to 
heighten the verbal stimulation, and added, "Your beautiful big, stiff 
dick." 

"How many more words do you know for it?" Paul asked, and knelt on the bed 
beside her. 

Susan encircled his member with her hand. "Your prick," she said, her cheeks 
turning rosy. 

"Any more?" Paul coaxed. 

"Your pecker," Susan added. 

Paul grinned. "Where did a nice girl like you learn all those nasty words?" 
He bent and swiped his tongue along Susan's pink lips. 

She caught his tongue in her mouth and sucked it, going, "Uuummmmm." 

Paul's hand was stroking up and down her body and between her thighs, 
pressing the slack crotch-strip of her panties against her hot, soft cunt. 
He encircled the panty-crotch with his finger and pulled the panties down. 
He took them off Susan's feet and tossed the silky garment aside. 

He drew one of Susan's feet to his face and tenderly kissed her pink toes. 

"Ooh, Paul ... I" she breathed passionately. 

He was eyeing up between her legs as she continued writhing. The sight of 
blonde little hairs and wiggling cunt-lips turned him on strongly. He sucked 
her toes one by one and ran his moist tongue between them. 

He shifted his position so that he was kneeling between her legs, and he 
began licking upward along her inner, calf, then along her thigh. Susan was 
getting so hot that she didn't know how she could stand it. By the time 
Paul's mouth reached her pussy, she was about ready to come. 

When he began sucking at her cunt and champing lightly on its meaty, 
hair-fringed lips, Susan's orgasm commenced. It was like a rolling 
earthquake, gentle at first, bathing her entire body in vibrating warmth. 
Paul's plunging tongue, which tenderly fucked her slippery, small cunt-hole, 
caused the trembler to heighten. 

Susan moaned and panted, tossing her head to and fro. Her blonde hair fanned 
over the bedspread. 

Paul tugged at the wispy golden hairs on her mons, then licked upward on her 
smooth belly and corkscrewed his tongue in her navel. He raised his head, 
kneeling upright, and unzipped the front of her dress. He palmed her hot, 
spike-tipped titties. 

"Sssssuck them!" Susan hissed. 

Paul bent and licked a dainty pink nipple before drawing it into his mouth. 
He bathed the sensitive bud in warm saliva as he drew at her breast. He 
switched to the other titty and sucked it, also. 

He shifted his legs outside Susan's and crawled forward until he knelt 
astride her chest. His cock was like a magnificent bowsprit, sticking out 
and upward. Susan clutched it. 

Paul worked his hands under her blonde head and lifted as she tilted his 
pecker down. The slit in the purplish red knob was standing open, and clear 
lubricant was seeping out. Susan stuck out her pink tongue and licked the 
juice off his pecker. 

His rod bobbed in excited response, getting away from her. She gripped the 
shaft harder to hold it in place and slid her pink, encircling lips over the 
fullness of his glans. She sucked delightedly. 

Paul let her head down and moved forward at the same time. He braced himself 
on the headboard of the bed as he hovered directly over her face, pumping 
his thick prick up and down in the clasping, soft circle of her lips. 

Susan loved the feel of his strength gliding in and out of her mouth, 
stretching her lips wide apart. His glans was big and fat as it skidded 
against her velvety tongue. She loved the taste and smell of his cock. His 
big balls swung against her chin. 

Finally he backed up and got off of her. 

"Take your dress off," he said, as he lay down on his back. 

Susan quickly sat up and pulled her dress over her head. She tossed the 
garment aside. 

"Now sit on my face," Paul directed. 

Happily the young woman complied, bending eagerly forward to mouth his 
standing prick as her buttocks settled at each side of his nose and her wet 
pussy smacked his mouth. His nose tickled her asshole as his thick tongue 
thrust up her cunt. 

Susan's orgasm, which had continued with hardly a letup, gained ever greater 
intensity as she squirmed atop him, bobbing her encircling mouth on his cock 
and taking his plunging tongue up her pussy. She had never realized that it 
was possible to come and come and come like that and feel hardly any 
appreciable letdown between the peaks. 

Paul's big prick throbbed as she champed on it and glided her o-like lips up 
and down across the ridge of his cockhead. His organ kept oozing juice, and 
Susan greedily gulped it down. 

He was holding her clitty between his lips by that time and flogging it with 
the tip of his tongue. She moaned against her mouthful of cock. 

Eventually she had to let his prick go so that she could gulp air. She 
skidded her wet lips down the side of the slippery shaft and began kissing 
Paul's nuts. They smelled lightly of perspiration, which Susan found she 
didn't mind at all. She kissed underneath his balls, her tongue flickering 
whip-like toward his asshole. 

Her twisting head rubbed his inner thighs, giving him yet more stimulation. 

He grasped the cheeks of her ass and boosted her forward so that she was 
forced to brace herself on her elbows. He pushed himself backward and knelt 
behind her. 

He looked at the little pink asshole he had been sniffing and at her puffed 
and open cunt which visibly throbbed in anticipation of his thrust. 

"First you're going to get it doggy-style," he said. "Do you want to be a 
dog?" 

"Oooh, yes!" Susan breathed passionately. "Let me be your bitch!" 

Paul worked the knob of his prick into the soft, wet socket of her pussy, 
then pushed and filled her cuntal cavity with his hard meat. 

"God!" she exclaimed. 

"Too much for you?" he asked. 

"No!" she said. "Fuck me and fuck me!" 

"With pleasure, you sweet, hot cunt!" 

Paul began to stroke his bulb-ended cock slowly in and out of her fuck-hole. 
Susan moaned and writhed, rubbing her titties against the mattress as she 
circled her upturned ass. It was so wonderful to feel like a slut! As hot as 
she was at that moment, she could take on a whole fucking army, one man 
after the other, each kneeling behind her and pumping his hard prick in her 
pussy until he came. 

Paul continued with sweetly agonizing slowness while Susan popped and 
popped. He detected each climax as she hesitated and gave a few spastic 
bumps before resuming her grinding and backward pressure against him. He 
missed only the internal grabbing which Liz was capable of-a talent that not 
many women possessed-but this was made up for by the tighter fit of Susan's 
young cunt around his stroking dong. 

After fucking her for nearly five minutes from behind, Paul pulled his prick 
out. The thing bobbed spastically, trailing a string of viscous fluid from 
Susan's hole. He gazed at the yawning pink crevice where he had been and 
watched it gradually contract. 

"Turn around here," he said, helping to move the passion-befuddled girl. 

He had her kneel astride his legs and pushed her head down to his cock. The 
organ smelled strongly by that time, as it was coated by her cum. Still 
Susan grasped it without hesitation and took it into her mouth with a greedy 
gulping sound. She kept coming as she sucked the slime off Paul's cock and 
stroked it with her hotly circling tongue. 

He fucked up and down in her mouth. He grasped her tits and tugged on them 
as if he were milking a cow. 

After she had cleansed his cock thoroughly and given it a fresh coating of 
her saliva, he pushed her back, hauling her legs out from underneath her. He 
extended them across the tops of his thighs and clutched the firm cheeks of 
her ass, pulling her toward him as he raised himself up. His prick bored 
into her pussy once again and he fucked her that way, sitting up with Susan 
sitting astride his lap. 

Pop ... pop ... pop she went, her string of firecrackers seeming to be 
without end. 

Gradually Paul bent her backward until he loomed over her, fucking downward 
and in, scarcely having missed a stroke. 

"Oooh, God ... it's too much!" Susan cried. 

"Want me to stop?" 

"Don't you dare!" she exclaimed, and clutched him fiercely, wrapping her 
legs around the backs of his thighs. 

He pumped energetically into her wet, hot cunt, still not going at full 
speed. Susan understood now what Liz had meant when she had praised older 
men. Paul could out-last Bill several times over. Susan's eager little pussy 
had never received such a fucking before. 

"Oooh, wowww ... ooh, baby ...!" she moaned, still coming. 

Paul worked his hands underneath her, clutching her ass. He wiggled her 
bottom as he gave it to her harder, speeding up just a bit. His prick was 
magnificently massaged by her twisting cuntal walls as Paul manually rotated 
her ass and pressed the cheeks together. This gave Susan heightened 
stimulation as well, for there was intense pressure applied to all her 
vaginal nerve-ends as well as to her tingling clit. 

She squealed. 

Paul fucked fiercely in and out of her, his hair falling in front of his 
face. Susan's titties danced. Her mouth gaped. She made rasping, gurgling 
sounds. 

Suddenly Paul jerked her forward to the very base of his prick, and she felt 
that thick pole leap inside her. His cream was spurting, hosing her insides 
with blast after blast. 

Susan screamed. 

She panted gaspingly as Paul fell forward atop her. Their sweat-slick bodies 
stuck together. Susan's fingers were still biting into Paul's flesh, and her 
legs remained wound around his thighs. Gradually she relaxed the tension, 
and her arms and legs fell away. 

Paul pushed himself up on his arms and looked at her. "Feel like you've had 
a fucking?" he asked with a proud if slightly tired smile. 

"Ooh God, yes!" Susan said. "That was delicious! But I don't think I'll be 
able to move for a week." 

"Nonsense," Paul told her, and climbed off. "We'll fix some dinner now and 
do it again when we come back to bed." 

"You're going to spoil me," Susan told him. 

"I hope so," he said with a grin, and ambled into the bathroom. 

That she was already spoiled for the kind of life she used to lead, Susan 
had no doubt. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The first glow of morning filtered through the bedroom drapes, but that 
wasn't what awakened Susan. She was thrust out of a dreamless sleep by the 
stroking of something long and hard in the tender cavity between her legs, 
which already had been much used since the previous evening. 

It was Paul's prick. 

He was fucking her again. 

Susan moaned and clutched him. She began pumping her hips in erotic 
counterpoint to the thrusting of his big, stiff dick. She looked at him 
hovering over her, his hair disheveled, whiskers on his face, and it was as 
if she were married to him instead of to Bill. She was seeing Paul now as a 
wife sees her husband. And they were certainly as intimate as a husband and 
wife could be. 

Paul's cock felt so good in the early morning! 

Susan whined appreciatively and circled her hips as she reached for even 
deeper penetration. Paul's shaft was bone hard, and his big cockhead felt 
like a fist skidding up and down her narrow channel, sending ripples of 
delight through her. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me ...!" she chanted, her glazed cuntal flesh gliding like 
a greased sleeve around his sexual piston. She'd had enough cum within her 
from their previous mergings to provide excellent lubrication, beginning 
with Paul's initial thrust. 

He was pumping briskly by that time, making the bed bounce beneath Susan's 
fanny. Her titties were hopping, her nipples stiffly extended. Paul was 
propped up on his arms so that he could enjoy the entire show, as well as 
the feel of her tight cunt grasping and sliding. 

Every so often he would interrupt his straight strokes to hold his pecker 
deep inside Susan and grind it. This made her mouth fly open and drew forth 
a delighted moan. Then Paul would resume diddling straight in and out, 
slamming his balls into her soft crotch, spearing the depths of her being. 

Susan came, clutching and gasping. Paul didn't let up. The happy young woman 
whined and reached for another climax. She got it. 

Paul fucked on. 

The room seemed to be whirling around Susan. Time stood still. The only 
reality was Paul's pumping, grinding prick, which had given her more 
pleasure the previous night and this morning than she had ever known before, 
Even his remarkable endurance was not un-S limited, however, and he finally 
swung into the short strokes, stropping the ridge of his pecker against 
Susan's hot clit as rapidly as he could move it. 

"Ooh ... ooh ... ooh ...!" she panted, clutching him with her arms and legs 
and fucking upward greedily, eager for every last thrill. , Paul gasped, his 
cockhead swelled to even greater thickness, and he buried it deep in her 
flesh, groaning as his lust exploded. The splashing of his warm cream inside 
her capped Susan's multiple orgasm. She moaned from the depths of her being, 
and her belly bobbed in final, spastic completion. 

"Oooh, so good ... so good ...!" she said. 

After-tremors shook Paul as he lay against her, his cock continuing to 
twitch in her flooded hole. 

"You're terrific!" he said, and they kissed. 

What a way to start the day! Susan thought. 

She and Paul showered together and, though this furnished new stimulation, 
neither of them felt like more sex. They dried each other, laughing, and 
Paul followed her back to the bedroom, watching her pert bottom wiggle. 

"What am I going to do now?" she asked, looking around. "I have to get 
dressed for work, and I don't have any fresh clothes to put on." 

"Tell me what you need and I'll go down to your place and get it," Paul 
said, pulling on his pants. 

"You wouldn't mind?" 

"No, of course not." 

"Well, I'll need panties, of course," Susan said. "And a bra." 

"Fuck the bra," Paul told her. "Your titties are so firm and erect, they 
don't need one." He was admiring the rounded cones which stuck almost 
straight out, the pink nipples canted slightly upward. 

"Okay, then just pants," Susan smilingly agreed. "And a dress-my pink one, I 
think." 

"Coming right up." 

Bare-chested and with no shoes on, Paul padded out of the apartment. Susan 
sat down in front of Liz's vanity mirror and began combing her straight 
golden hair. 

Yom slut, you! she said to the image in the mirror. And the image laughed. 

There were no regrets and no guilt. Susan felt really free for the first 
time in her life. 

Paul returned in a couple of minutes, carrying a small wad of nylon and the 
dress Susan had ordered. He tossed the panties to her. They were pink, to 
match her dress. 

"Liz and Bill were still going at it," Paul reported with a grin. 

"Oh, my goodness!" Susan exclaimed. "Bill will be late for work." 

"So he'll be late one day. Don't worry about it." 

Susan stood to put on her panties, and Paul moved up behind her. He reached 
forward and cupped her cute tits. Susan watched the reflection in the mirror 
of his hands kneading the firm, springy mounds. Thrills coursed through her. 

"Hey, take it easy," she admonished in a throaty tone, "or I'll want to fuck 
again." 

Paul chuckled, and released her titties with a flip which set them jiggling. 

"It's better if we stop right there," he said, "and just think about it 
until tonight. You know, anticipation is a large part of sex. You've got to 
look forward to it in order to enjoy it fully when it happens." 

Susan turned to face him. "We're going to do it again tonight?" 

"Unless you don't want to." 

"Oh, I want to, all right!" 

"Then it's settled." 

Susan raised her dress over her head and let it settle down her body. 

It was a wonderful new life that she had entered into, and she wanted to 
live it to the full. Bill was no longer the center of it. He was her 
husband, but only one man-of many, she dared to hope. Even Paul wouldn't 
satisfy her completely. Freedom implied a wide choice, and that was what 
Susan wanted. 

She felt happy as she went off to work. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"Susan, you certainly look fine today!" her middle-aged boss, Mr. Gallagher, 
said as she entered his office to take dictation. "But then, you're always 
cute as a button." 

Gallagher's gray eyes, which could be flint hard when he was shouting orders 
to his construction foremen, seemed to melt as he took in the quivery mounds 
at the front of Susan's dress, then lowered to appreciate her cute bare 
knees. 

"Thank you, sir," Susan responded to his compliment. She started to sit on 
the chair in front of his desk. 

"No-no," he said quickly. "Over here." He indicated the chair beside the 
desk, which was within his full view-and within his reach, as well. 

Smiling, Susan took it, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. She 
crossed her legs, letting her skirt glide back on her smooth, golden thighs. 

"Yes sir!" Gallagher said, his eyes sweeping over her. "You look good enough 
to eat." 

"Mr. Gallagher!" Susan laughed. 

The gray-haired, thick-set man leaned forward. "Call me Fred, won't you? 
That is, when we're alone." 

"All right ... Fred." It pleased Susan to exercise a privilege which, as far 
as she knew, had not been extended to any other girl in the office. 

With obvious regret, Fred turned his attention to the papers on his desk. 
"The first letter," he said, "goes to...." He was shuffling through the 
correspondence. 

"Oh, shit!" he said. "I don't feel like dictating." 

He looked at Susan again, his eyes very warm. "Suzie ... I want to ask you 
something. Maybe I'm out of line, but I have to say this. I've wanted you 
since you first went to work here-I guess you know that. Will you go to a 
motel with me?" 

It was typical of the big, brusque man to come right out with it, Susan 
thought. Not long ago, she would have been offended and would surely have 
stalked out of his office if he had presented her with such a blunt 
proposition. Perhaps she would even have quit her job. But the new Susan was 
intrigued. 

He's got to be in his middle fifties, she thought. I wonder how a man that 
old fucks. I wonder if he even CAN. 

Susan had to find out. 

"Why do we have to go to a motel, Mr., uh, Fred?" she asked sweetly. "This 
office is private enough, isn't it? And you have a couch." 

Fred's shaggy gray eyebrows lifted. "You mean you will? Right here? Right 
now!?" 

"Why not?" 

Susan was getting excited. 

"Baby!" Fred exclaimed, and reached for her. But his hands stopped in 
mid-course, and he drew them back. "I ... I don't understand. In the past, 
when I've tried to touch you...." 

"I know," Susan said, her eyes dancing. 

"Then?" Fred hesitated. "Do you need money?" 

Susan jumped to her feet. The mounds at the front of her dress shimmied 
tautly. 

"That's an insult!" she said, her expression cross. 

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Fred obviously was contrite. He rose and 
drew Susan into his arms. "I was just trying to understand." 

"Maybe I want to do it as much as you do," Susan said carefully. 

"My little girl!" Fred exclaimed, and hugged her. 

It felt strange to Susan to be pressed against a man who had such a large 
belly-not that he was repulsively fat, but he was quite thick in the middle. 
She noticed that his penis wasn't hard. At least, she couldn't feel it 
poking her. 

"Do you want me to get undressed?" she asked. 

Fred drew back. He looked soulfully at her. "I would like to do this my way. 
Do you mind?" 

"Well, uh, no. I guess not." 

"Then just sit on the desk." 

"On the desk?" 

"Yes. Here-let me lift your dress first." 

Susan stood compliantly while her middle-aged boss took hold of her skirt at 
both sides and drew it up her bare thighs. He exposed her pink panties. 

"That's pretty," he said, eyeing her nylon-sheathed hips and loins. Her 
blonde pussy-hair cast a faint shadow through the sheer bikini briefs. 

Holding her skirt bunched at her waist, Fred turned her back to his desk and 
boosted her onto the edge of it. She sat on some of his correspondence, but 
since there were no staples in the letters they didn't present a discomfort. 

Susan was surprised when Fred sat in his swivel chair, which he then wheeled 
forward. He drew Susan's legs apart and wheeled right up between them. 

"This is wonderful!" he said huskily, as if to himself, as he stared up 
Susan's vulnerable crotch, at the narrow strip of pink nylon which passed 
between her thighs. A few wispy blonde hairs curled into view along the 
elasticized edges of her pants. 

Fred placed his hands on the outside of Susan's calves and slowly stroked 
upward, past her bent knees and along her smooth, tapering thighs. His 
caress extended all the way to her panties, and he petted her hips through 
the sheer silk. His hands slid down the inner slopes of her thighs where the 
flesh was very soft and warm. His seated position between Susan's legs 
forced her to keep her thighs wide open. 

The position, with Fred staring at her crotch, was humiliating in a way. And 
yet, Susan thrilled. It was especially exciting to be caressed by and to 
expose herself before this older man, who happened also to be her boss. 

Fred's eyes became softer, dreamier than she had ever seen them, and his 
breath was labored. He slid his hands all the way down Susan's legs and 
slowly removed her shoes. He stroked her feet and kissed one set of little 
pink toes. 

Susan squirmed. The suspense was becoming unbearable. 

Just what did Fred intend to do with her? she wondered. 

He pressed his mouth against the inner side of her ankle. With agonizing 
slowness, he slid his lips along her calf and on upward onto her silken 
thigh. He was bent well forward, into her sweet-scented crotch. His hands 
had preceded his head and were stealing around the back of her panty-clad 
hips. He pulled Susan forward on the desk so that she perched on the very 
rim of it. Only her buttocks were supported, with her nylon-cupped pussy 
hanging forward. 

Fred pressed his mouth against the center strip of her panties. 

"Oooh!" Susan exclaimed, a thrill exploding in her depths. 

The man chewed her sexual softness through her briefs, and she didn't know 
whether she liked that or not. But when he hooked her panties aside and 
began licking her naked cunt, Susan grooved. 

It was obvious, from Fred's rapid breathing, that he was enjoying himself a 
great deal. His eager tongue stroked up one side of Susan's sexual crevice 
and down the other, plastering her silken hairs against the super-soft lips 
of her pussy. He kissed the tip of her stiffening clitty and sucked the 
pea-like protrusion into his mouth. His tongue fluttered excitingly against 
the sensitive nub. 

"Oooh, Mr. Gallagher!" Susan exclaimed, wiggling her bare ass on top of his 
desk. She had forgotten to call him by his first name; it seemed 
inappropriate even though he was licking her between the legs. 

His demanding tongue pressed between the slippery lips of her pussy and 
fucked her sweet, hot hole. Susan began bumping her hips. 

She lay back across his desk and placed her legs on his shoulders. This was 
a more comfortable position for her and gave the middle-aged man easier 
access to the warm, throbbing channel which attracted his tongue. 

There remained a slight problem, however: the crotch elastic of Susan's 
panties kept snapping Fred on the nose, and he had to keep hooking it back. 
Finally he straightened up and boosted Susan's legs into the air. He pulled 
her silky briefs up them and off her feet. He spread her legs wide apart, 
forming an erotic V. 

The blonde girl's sweet cunt lay open like a split peach. Silken tendrils 
curled away from the fissure at each side. Fred's eyes caressed downward to 
where Susan's buttocks were crowded together. The dainty depression between 
them beckoned him. 

He dropped his gray head into her crotch again. This time Susan crossed her 
legs around the back of his neck. He ate her young cunt ravenously. 

"Oooh, daddy!" she said, not sure what had made that particular word pop 
out. "I love it!" 

Fred licked in and out of all her sweet folds. His tongue stroked in and out 
of her grasping, slippery channel. He licked lower, between her rubbery 
buttocks, and pleasured her tingling asshole. Then his tongue swabbed upward 
along her slit to flutter to and fro across her clitty. 

His hands slid along her front to fondle her firm breasts through the single 
layer of cloth that covered them. He pinched Susan's nipples through her 
dress. 

She squirmed to push the top of her dress down. A bare titty flipped into 
Fred's eager hand. He clutched both smooth, conical tits and tugged upward 
on them, twisting and plucking at her tall, stiff nipples. 

Susan wanted to reciprocate for the luscious oral loving he was giving her. 
But in her present position, that wasn't possible. 

She was already coming in the way she had learned recently to do, like a 
rolling earthquake gradually increasing its intensity. She knew that would 
be interrupted for only a moment if she were to change positions and begin 
paying back the man's oral attentions. Then her climax would resume and grow 
even stronger. 

She took her legs off Fred's shoulders and whined, "Let me get down in front 
of you!" 

He straightened and looked at her, his eyes a bit glazed. "You really want 
to do that?" he asked, .as if he could scarcely believe it. 

"Ooh, yesss!" 

Fred shoved his chair back, and Susan slid off the desk. She dropped to her 
knees, her titties jouncing. 

She opened the front of Fred's pants. 

She found his penis quite small, in comparison to the other men she had 
played with, but it was stiffly extended. To her surprise, Fred's virility, 
if not his endowment, equaled that of the younger men. 

Susan began licking the head of his cock. 

"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed, and his prick quivered responsively. 

Susan took his slippery cockhead into her mouth and sucked on it. Her orgasm 
resumed. Fred reached down and bounced her springy knockers in his hands as 
she bobbed her blonde head. She was able to guide her encircling lips to the 
very base of his cock with each lunge.' The zipper on his fly scratched her 
nose. 

Fred squirmed in his chair, his cock twisting against the girl's caressing 
tongue. The wide, soft elastic of her lips skidded back and forth across his 
sensitive coronal ridge and along his spit-slick shaft. 

This was more excitement than he had enjoyed in years, taking him back to 
the days of his youth. His wife had never gone down on him. 

His excitement at a throbbing pitch, he told Susan, "Let me fuck you!" 

She released his wet cock, allowing it to bob. She got dazedly to her feet. 
Her legs were weak, her lathered pussy tingling. 

"On the couch?" she asked breathlessly. 

"No. On the desk." 

Susan didn't care where she got it, as long as she got it good ... and right 
away. 

She held her skirt up and jumped backward onto the desk. She lay down, 
lifting her legs in the air. 

Fred stood, quickly unbelting his trousers and dropping them. He dropped his 
shorts as well. His prick continued to bristle beneath his curved belly. 

He moved up to Susan. 

"Stick it right innnn!" she whined. "Ooh, give me your prick!" 

The spit-moistened head of his organ parted the petals of her pussy and 
entered her snug, well-oiled channel. He penetrated her all the way to his 
balls. She was very snug and warm around him. It was a great thrill to feel 
her vaginal embrace at every point on his cock. When he stuck his dick into 
his wife-which didn't happen very often any more-he hardly knew he had it in 
anything, she was so loose. 

Susan writhed with honest passion as her boss began to screw her. He stroked 
forward and back, rolling on the balls of his feet. He enjoyed the way her 
stuck-up titties jogged each time he plunged home. He placed his hands over 
those pink-nippled mounds and felt them vibrate-. 

He fucked Susan with intense delight. She rose to one passionate peak after 
another. Fred showed no sign of giving out, though he was breathing hard. 

Susan tossed her head to and fro, her golden hair whipping across the papers 
on his desk. She concentrated on the luscious thrust-thrust-thrust of his 
horny prick, its bulbous head rhythmically expanding her cunt-walls as it 
stroked relentlessly in and out. 

She didn't hear the door open or see the shocked expression on the face of 
the young office girl who had come in to deliver a memo. 

Fred saw her, and just kept on fucking. 

"My goodness, excuse me!" the teenaged brunette said, her face turning pink, 
and she quickly withdrew. 

"Wh-who was that?" Susan asked, not really caring, as her hips hungrily 
reached for stroke after stroke of Fred's cock. 

"Just Mary. She got an eyeful, I'm afraid." 

"Serves her right ... for just barging in." 

Fred grasped Susan's legs and lifted them, holding them wide apart. He 
pounded his manhood into her, his pelvis slapping noisily against her 
crotch. This was added to the soft sloshing sound of prick-in-pussy. 

Fred's accelerating rhythm told Susan that he was finally about to come. She 
surged greedily toward yet another climax. He fucked her with intense vigor. 

She would never again doubt the capacity of older men. Fred could have been 
her grandfather, yet he was screwing her with all the gusto of a high-school 
football star. It was wonderful! 

Her hips pounded out of control as Fred pumped rapidly into her tight, hot 
cunt. She squealed. Fred gasped and groaned. Susan felt his passion spurt," 
spraying her insides. 

It was done. 

"My darling!" the middle-aged man husked. "My sweet little girl!" 

He bent to kiss her, then tenderly licked the tips of her tits. 

"Ooh, daddy, that was so good!" Susan said, accompanying him on his fantasy 
trip. 

The experience had proved very satisfying to them both. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Susan knew she was the talk of the office by that time, but she didn't care. 
Her new way of life demanded that she concern herself only with her own 
standards, which included getting all the sensual pleasure she desired 
without hurting anyone. This was the only morality that seemed to make any 
sense. 

She had matured a great deal during the past few days. 

Her process of maturing continued that night as she and Bill snuggled into 
bed with the Martinos. This time, as Paul had promised, they all got into 
the same bed together. 

But before that, there were some pleasurable preliminaries. 

"Why don't you two put on a strip show for us?" Paul suggested as the 
foursome sipped drinks in the living room. 

Bill sat back, his eyes twinkling. "That sounds like fun!" he said. 

"But I don't know how to strip," Susan protested. "It takes talent, doesn't 
it?" 

Liz spoke up. "All it takes is a great body, which you've got, along with a 
little nerve. You've got that too, haven't you?" 

"Well...." A foxy smile stole over Susan's girlish face. "Since I'm among 
friends, I guess it won't be so bad." 

"Bad!" Paul exclaimed. "It'll be terrific! What do you say, Bill? You don't 
mind your cute wife stripping for the neighbors, do you?" 

"Hell, no," Bill said, "if Liz will do a strip for me." . 

"I'm going to enjoy it," the lush brunette said. 

"Let Liz go first," her husband suggested, hopping to his feet. "Say, hon, 
where's that real raunchy rock music we used before?" 

"It's there in the rack," Liz said, straightening the beads around her neck 
as she stood and waited. She smoothed her slinky red dress. 

Paul found the albums he wanted, and put them on the stereo. In moments, the 
driving beat of guitars and drums filled the room. 

"Okay now, let's just sit back and relax," Paul said, dropping into a chair 
next to Susan. "Liz baby, show 'em what you've got!" 

"They've already seen what I've got," Liz responded as her hips began 
undulating to the earthy music. "But they've never watched me show it off 
like this," she added with a bump. 

"Then show, baby, show!" Paul leaned back, wearing a proudly expectant grin. 

Liz circled slowly in the center of the room, grinding her lush hips, 
shaking her titties in the flimsy top of her dress, which was deeply slashed 
between the golden mounds. Positioning herself directly in front of Bill, 
she slowly drew her skirt up as she bumped her hips at him. His eyes were on 
her beautifully contoured legs in dark nylons. 

Her dress hem reached the taut bands at the tops of her stockings, which 
were gripped by glinting metallic garters. Her dress crept higher, and bare 
skin gleamed above her nylons. Bill admired the lush fullness of her bare 
thighs, which were mouth-wateringly smooth. 

Liz continued lifting her dress until the lacy edges of black panties came 
into view. They were the fancy style that fit loosely at the thighs, a 
veritable cobweb of lace, under which her garter straps didn't quite 
disappear from view. Snatches of gleaming skin could also be seen, along 
with a wispy suggestion of pubic hair. 

Bill's prick grew hard in his pants. 

Liz turned and presented her bottom to him, planting her feet close together 
and bending slightly forward. Her lacy pants clung to her rounded buttocks, 
permitting their lower curves to pop into view. Her thighs were powerfully 
enticing above her black stockings. 

Bill itched to reach out and grab her. But he knew that more excitement lay 
in store for him before the climactic moment arrived, and he wanted to enjoy 
it all. Susan watched Paul while his wife put on her show for Bill's 
benefit. Paul seemed genuinely proud of his wife's erotic appeal. 

Susan kept thinking of the fact that she would have to get up and strip as 
soon as Liz was through. She wanted to do as well as the more sophisticated 
brunette, but was afraid she would look foolish by comparison. 

Liz let her skirt drop as she straightened, then turned to face Bill once 
more. She deftly unfastened her dress. Smiling wickedly, she bent toward 
him. Her dress dropped from her shoulders, and her bare boobies swayed like 
tolling bells. 

Bill wanted to rub the hardness in his pants. But he held off. Pretty soon, 
Liz would do that for him, he felt sure. 

She let her dress all the way down and stepped out of it, flexing her 
stocking-clad legs. Her black garter straps pressed sensuously against the 
fullness of her upper thighs. Her lace panties teasingly revealed glimpses 
of her womanhood. 

The strip dance picked up tempo as Liz wriggled and bumped her hips. Her 
generous buttocks quivered. She faced Bill and shook her bountiful breasts. 
They were like silken sacks of pudding. 

She clutched a titty in each hand and wiggled them around and up and down, 
rubbing them against each other. She rolled and plucked at her large brown 
nipples. 

Finally her hands glided down her front, and her lacquered nails disappeared 
beneath the elastic waistband of her fancy panties. The panties began 
sliding away from her belly, revealing the lacy cross-section of her black 
garter belt, then a flash of golden skin, followed by a luxuriant puff of 
black pubic hair. 

Liz's panties slid along her thighs and whispered against her stockings. She 
flexed her beautiful legs in turn, taking the panties off. Standing with her 
legs together, her fluffy mons thrust forward, she twirled the panties on 
her finger and let them fly, striking Bill across the face. 

He clutched the intimate garment and, grinning, rubbed it against his cheek, 
then across his nose and mouth. He placed the panties in his lap. 

The rock music from the stereo seemed to gather intensity as Liz dropped to 
the green shag carpet. Folding her legs beneath her, she aimed her open 
crotch at Bill. She bobbed her dark-tufted belly up and down, her pussy lips 
wiggling against one another. 

Bill wanted to kneel in front of her and drive his stiff prick into her 
cunt. But he held off, knowing that the time wasn't right. 

Liz lay back and extended her lusciously contoured legs in the air. She 
flexed and swayed them to and fro, her soft crotch opening and closing. Her 
full thighs were delightfully dramatized by her dark stockings and garters. 
She rolled back and forth on her soft buttocks. Bill admired the little 
wisps of hair which were visible between those rubbery mounds. 

Abruptly Liz rolled onto her belly, sticking her ass in the air. She spread 
her flexed legs, frog-like, and her cute, crinkled anus was on display. 

For the first time in his life, Bill was conscious of an urge to fuck a 
woman up her butt. He ached to drive his big dick into Liz's defenseless 
asshole. 

Still he held off. But he hoped the strip show wouldn't last much longer, 
because he needed action. 

As if by some sixth sense, Liz perceived that the time was right to 
terminate her act. She got gracefully to her feet and, laughing, rushed to 
Bill, dropping onto his lap. 

"Okay, baby, it's your turn," Paul said to Susan, patting her on the thigh. 

She stood, tingling with excitement. Since Liz had put on her act mainly for 
Bill's benefit, Susan felt it was only proper to concentrate her attentions 
on Paul. Anyway, she wanted to do so. 

Standing in front of him, she began to sway to the driving rock rhythm. She 
wasn't sure exactly what to do, even after having watched Liz, but she 
responded to a natural urge that came over her. She unfastened the top of 
her dress and let it fall limp. 

Her blue brassiere was topless, and her cream-colored boobies quivered 
temptingly in the half-cups that held them. 

She worked her dress over her hips and down, exposing blue, lace-trimmed 
briefs with a white flower appliqu'd at their side. Her cute belly button 
was displayed above the low-cut panties. She wore no stockings. Her golden 
legs were smooth and lovely, giving Paul a powerful urge to lick them. 

But he held off, as Bill had done when Paul's wife was performing for him. 

Bill was now free to enjoy himself actively, however, and he was doing so as 
Liz sat on his lap. One of his hands cupped and squeezed her hairy, warm 
cunt, while the other supported a heavy breast from underneath, directing 
its stiff nipple to his sucking lips. Liz's soft bottom squirmed against the 
stiff dick in his pants. 

Susan, down to bra and panties, turned her back to Paul and shook her bottom 
shamelessly. Her buttocks vibrated in the thin briefs that cuddled them. She 
stopped shaking and ground her lovely ass, causing a pucker in the blue 
nylon to pull this way and that across the shadowy cleft between her 
buttocks. The leg elastics of her panties had pulled up, exposing the lower 
rims of her creamy rear cheeks. 

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Turning toward Paul, she took 
the bra away and shook her pink-nippled titties. A rosiness had come to her 
cheeks, and her pussy lips were lathering with excitement. 

Susan wondered whether professional strippers got turned on that way when 
they were performing in front of men. Perhaps she was putting more into her 
act than they did, or perhaps she was just sexier. 

She watched Paul's eyes as she wriggled and bumped her hips in front of him, 
running her hands up and down her body, flipping her erect, springy tits. 

She slowly lowered her panties, exposing her golden cloud of pussy hairs. 
Hooking her thumbs around the top of her pants, she stretched the elastic 
band this way and that while the crotch of her panties clung to her moist 
cunt. Gradually she let her panties down, and the damp nylon reluctantly 
gave up its embrace of her tingling snatch. She took a leaf out of Liz's 
book and turned the other way, bending forward to work her panties down her 
legs. 

She knew Paul was eyeing her between the buttocks as she remained bent far 
forward and lifted her legs, in turn, to take her panties off. Had she known 
what he was thinking as he focused on her winking asshole, she would have 
been frightened, but as it was she felt only a warm, rosy glow. 

She turned to face Paul and dropped her panties on the rug. 

"Come here, baby," he said, and extended his arms. 

Susan gratefully terminated her strip act and hurried to Paul's lap. He 
wrapped his arms around her, and they kissed with clinging lips and moistly 
stroking tongues. He fondled her titties. 

Liz and Bill had progressed to a more advanced stage. She was unbuttoning 
his shirt, then slid it off. She opened the top of his trousers. 

Because it was impossible for her to continue her stripping of him while she 
sat on his lap, Liz slid off his knees and down to the carpet. Bill 
followed, his trousers rumpling at his knees. His prick formed a mountain at 
the front of his stretchy briefs. 

Liz pulled his briefs down. 

"That's what I want!" she exclaimed as she clutched his stiffly bobbing 
prick. 

Susan twisted on Paul's lap to watch as Liz bent her head and began licking 
Bill's cock. Kneeling, he leaned back and shut his eyes. His twisting lips 
told silently of the thrills that coursed through him as Liz's talented 
tongue fluttered along his shaft. 

Paul cupped Susan's tits and squeezed them. He twisted her sensitive 
nipples. 

"Want to do that for me?" he asked her as she gazed in fascination at her 
husband getting head from Liz. 

"Yesss. Ooh, yessss," Susan hissed, and slid down onto her knees on the 
carpet. 

Paul pulled his polo-style shirt up and over his head while Susan opened his 
pants. She didn't attempt to remove the trousers but was content for the 
moment to just pull his pecker out through the fly. She fitted her pink lips 
around the crown of his cock and began to suck it. 

He reached down and cupped her dangling but still-firm tits. Catching her 
stiff nipples between his fingers, he squeezed them as he bounced her lush 
titties up and down. 

Susan helped with the bouncing, also, because by that time she was bobbing 
her head on his cock. His thick glans skidded along her velvety tongue, 
forging into the opening of her throat. She enjoyed the feeling of the big 
thing thrashing in her mouth and threatening to stopper her throat with each 
plunge. She also delighted in the gliding of Paul's hard, slick shaft 
between her widely spread lips. 

Liz was licking Bill's balls, while his cock poked upward alongside her 
nose. She pleasurably inhaled his raunchy fragrance. Her teeth tugged at the 
hairs that curled round his nuts. Her rosy tongue waggled up his shaft and 
stroked its slick head. 

Bill quivered with delight. 

Gradually Liz's lips widened and capped his cockhead. She began to hunch, 
sucking his prick in long, slow, sensuous strokes. 

The two husbands looked at their own wives giving head. Each gazed down and 
looked at the other's wife giving head to him. It was exciting in a strange 
way that neither man could define. 

Finally Liz raised her head and quickly turned around on her knees. She 
leaned fully forward, pressing her breasts against the carpet. Her sumptuous 
ass was poised in front of Bill. She spread her knees to show him the dark, 
crinkly indentation between her buttocks. 

For the second time, Bill was gripped by a great urge to fuck her the wrong 
way. This time he couldn't resist. He clutched Liz's thighs, stroking his 
hands up and down across her dark stocking tops and along her garters. He 
moved up behind her. 

His stiff prick, which was wet with her saliva, collided with her snug anus. 
He grasped her hips. 

Giving a hearty groan, he thrust forward. 

To his happy surprise, Liz's asshole popped open. She emitted only an 
excited gasp as Bill's thick cockhead was entrapped by her hot butt. He 
pushed harder, grinding his cock, and his stiff member sank all the way up 
her tight, grasping ass. 

"Jesus!" he husked with delight, and began to fuck Liz's beautiful, upturned 
bottom. 

She wriggled her ass voluptuously, its narrow passage massaging Bill's 
embedded cock as it had never been massaged before. He was gliding in and 
out of the very tight hole which rotated around him. 

Paul watched his wife getting buggered and elected that the time was right 
to work his own unnatural will on Susan. He lifted her sucking mouth off his 
dick and turned her so that she couldn't see what Liz and Bill were doing. 

Paul had fucked Liz in the ass many times, and she was adjusted to it. She 
knew how to relax her anal muscles to permit easy entry of a prick. But for 
Susan, the first time might be traumatic, Paul knew, and he didn't want to 
frighten her in advance. 

He pushed her forward onto the rug and said, "Now just lie quietly." 

She was content to do so as sweet thrills continued to bubble through her. 

Paul spread her legs apart and snuggled down between them. He gazed at the 
creamy cheeks of her bottom. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs until 
they reached her buttocks and gradually encompassed the lush mounds. His 
thumbs sunk into the crack between the buns. 

Susan got a new burst of excitement when Paul stretched her rubbery buttocks 
apart. She still didn't know what lay in store for her, but she thrilled to 
the realization that Paul was closely examining her asshole. 

Her excitement grew much more intense as Paul pressed his face between her 
rear cheeks. Susan whined and quivered as he licked her hotly tingling anus, 
drooling saliva into the little nest of puckers. 

"Ooh, that's so nasty!" she couldn't help but exclaim, and her buttocks 
bumped Paul's cheeks. 

But he just kept licking her asshole, his tongue swabbing up and down her 
crack, then circling on the dimple. Before Susan knew what was happening, 
Paul had corkscrewed his wet tongue into her ass and was stroking in and 
out, widening and softening her sphincter. 

"Oooh ... ooh ... ooooh...." she panted, enjoying his tongue-fucking of her 
butt. 

The sensation was strangely stimulating, and Paul's tongue didn't thrust in 
too deep or stretch her anus wide enough to cause discomfort. 

Suddenly he stopped tonguing her asshole, and Susan wanted to ask him to do 
it some more. But before she could get the words out, she felt something 
else pressing against her softened dimple. She looked around and realized 
that the something was Paul's prick. 

"NO!" she exclaimed, panic-stricken. "Ooh, please don't do thaaat!" 

"Shut up!" Paul exclaimed, having turned brutish. His dark eyes glinted, and 
his lips curled back, exposing his teeth. 

"Nooooh!" Susan bawled as he twisted his stiff cock against her suddenly 
tensed anus. 

But Paul paid not the slightest heed to her protests. He kept grinding his 
slick cockhead against her equally slick but closed portal. He pushed as 
hard as he could. 

Susan gasped. She moaned." 

"Relax!" Liz exclaimed, watching her. "Let your asshole get loose!" 

Susan stared with unbelieving eyes at the spectacle of her own husband 
fucking the other woman's butt. Liz actually seemed to be enjoying it, 
rotating her hips as Bill stroked his long cock in and out. 

Susan couldn't relax, however. Her tight little asshole continued to resist 
Paul's efforts to penetrate it. Her anus burned. The pressure was terrible. 

Paul was undaunted. Still gripping Susan's hips to hold her ass up, he kept 
grinding and pushing his prick against her resisting rear. 

"Oooh, nooooh ... nooooh ... noooh...." she sobbed. 

"Take it, God damn you!" Paul snarled. 

As he continued pushing, Susan's sphincter began to open by degrees. The 
tight elastic ring widened. Susan gasped and held her breath. She was 
powerless to stop this awful thing from happening. 

Her tortured asshole was stretched wide open, and Paul's prick was pushing 
relentlessly into it. Suddenly his entire thick cockhead popped inside, and 
the elastic sphincter snapped around the back of his corona. 

"Oooh, my ... GOD!" Susan panted. 

It felt as if a big, clenched fist had been slammed up her backside. 

The sensation became even more intense as Paul rotated his cock in her anus, 
driving it deeper, inch by inch. The "fist" had become a red-hot poker with 
a knob on the end of it. It was literally skewering Susan's rear. 

She felt Paul way up inside her guts, where she had never felt a penetration 
before. He sank deeper yet. 

Finally he began to stroke, fucking his thick prick in and out of her 
stretched and burning asshole. 

"Oooooooh!" Susan bawled. 

Paul grinned, showing white teeth firmly set. His eyes remained hot and 
hard. 

He looked at Bill, happily fucking in and out of Liz's ass, while he pumped 
his own prick in the plundered asshole of Bill's wife. The sensation was 
magnificent as her hot anus gripped him, throbbing spastically as it slid up 
and down his slick shaft. His prickhead was probing her squishy depths. 

Susan suffered. But even in her pain, which was not all that intense any 
more, she began to derive sensuous pleasure. There were sensitive nerve-ends 
in her anus which enjoyed the stroking of Paul's prick in her widely 
stretched passage. 

She writhed. 

She began to thrust her ass backward, seeking each humiliating plunge of his 
cock, and she realized that she was deriving a psychological pleasure, also, 
from the brutal assault. He was mastering her, working his will upon her in 
the most debasing way a man could do with a woman, and she was actually 
enjoying it! 

Bill and Paul exchanged grins as they assfucked each other's wives. 

Their strokes increased in tempo. Soon they were slapping their bellies 
briskly against the women's upturned bottoms. Their pricks were thrusting 
deep within the women's bowels. Liz's and Susan's assholes were clutching 
the men's stroking cocks, rippling along the bone-hard shafts. 

Bill was the first to come, gushing his warm cream into Liz's squishy guts. 
She climaxed with him. 

Susan panted and moaned wildly as Paul fucked her asshole with frenzied 
force. Her head swam. Her eyes watered. Suddenly she started coming, and the 
orgasm seemed to explode from deep inside her, radiating through her rectum 
and cunt and all up and down her body. She clawed at the shag rug, rubbing 
her tits against it. 

Paul dug his fingers into her soft hips and held his prick balls-deep in her 
asshole as the massive thing jerked, its glans expanding in her throbbing 
bowels. Then his sperm spewed into her in thrilling spurts that felt like 
molten fire. 

Susan moaned more harshly than ever and had a second climax. She shook all 
over as Paul kept coming in her rear. His prick jerked and jerked in her 
spastically clutching asshole as he pushed her flat against the carpet, 
bearing in and down. 

It was the deepest, most powerful-and, yes, most thrilling-orgasm of Susan's 
life. 

But she would never admit that to Paul or any other man, she immediately 
resolved. She felt she couldn't allow herself ever to be abused that way 
again. 

Through the long, passionate night, the couples-who had cleansed themselves 
thoroughly after their first, tumultuous sex act, writhed together in the 
Martino's king-sized bed, giving and taking lust in a variety of ways. 

Finally the women rolled against each other and embraced as the men screwed 
their pussies from the rear, all four persons lying on their sides. Susan 
experienced the new thrill of being kissed and caressed by Liz-of having her 
titties sucked by a woman!-as Paul's prick stroked tirelessly in and out of 
her slit. 

Then the foursome formed a daisy chain, in which Susan sucked Paul's prick 
while she was screwed by her own husband from behind, and Paul tongued his 
wife's pussy while she licked Bill's balls and the slippery shaft he was 
stroking in Susan's hotly throbbing snatch. 

They didn't fall asleep until nearly dawn. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Susan was sleepy the next day at the office. But her droopy-eyed and 
slightly disheveled appearance must have been appealing to her male 
co-workers, or else it was the stories which had been spreading about her 
that had turned them on. They hung around her, making suggestive remarks, 
and she continually had to slap away hands that pawed her braless titties 
through her blouse and pinched her impudent rear. 

Around mid-morning, Cal Hornaday came over to her desk and said, "I've got 
to take a run out to that shopping center we're building on Gladstone Road. 
I want you to come along to take notes." 

This had never happened before, and Susan was suspicious. "Have you cleared 
it with Mr. Gallagher?" she asked. 

"Shit, there's no need to do that," Cal said. "Anyway, the old man isn't 
here." 

"Well, I suppose it's all right," Susan decided, and took her purse from her 
desk. 

All eyes followed her sexy, churning buttocks as she accompanied Cal from 
the office. 

He owned a tiny sports car, which he drove on errands associated with his 
work, thereby qualifying for a generous expense allowance. Susan was forced 
to sit very close to him as they drove out of town, and each time he changed 
gears he let his hand drop from the stick shift to her thighs. At first, she 
slapped his hand away, but his caresses got to feeling better and better, 
and she let him get bolder as the drive progressed. Finally she kept her 
thighs wide apart and thrilled as he petted her pussy through her clinging 
silk pants. He laughed when he felt the moisture seeping through her briefs. 

"Ooh God, is it much farther?" Susan asked, panting. 

"We're almost there, baby," Cal said with a chuckle. "Then I'm going to give 
you a damned good fucking!" 

"Oooh, yessss!" Susan breathed sibilantly. 

Cal whirled the sports car off the highway and along a rutted dirt road to 
the construction site. A huge parking lot was to occupy the field that they 
were crossing. As the rough ride jostled Susan about, her aroused pussy 
throbbed all the hotter. 

By the time Cal stopped the car and Susan got out, she was ready to be 
fucked right there on the ground. But there were men working on the 
partially erected buildings, in plain view, and she didn't know how the sex 
would be managed. 

Cal rounded the rear of the car and joined her, patting her springy ass. 
This sent a new throb through Susan. 

"Come on, baby," Cal said, and approached the project. 

Susan walked on shaky legs beside him, picking her way across the rough 
ground. 

"Hey, Cal, who've you got there?" a huge man bellowed from a girder 
overhead. 

"The girl you said you wanted to meet," Cal replied. "I was telling you 
about her yesterday." 

Susan blushed as she imagined what had been said. 

The big man on the girder grinned. "All right!" he exclaimed. "I'm comin' 
down. Hey, guys-this is that hot chick from the office!" 

The whole crew, of about a dozen men, put down their tools and began 
descending from the partially completed construction. Susan was terrified. 
She glanced frantically about. 

The location was so far off the highway that the passing traffic couldn't 
see what was going on, and there were no other structures nearby. 

"Baby, I want you to meet Bull Thompson," Cal said as the huge construction 
foreman approached, swaggering in his tight jeans that bulged at the crotch. 

Cal turned to the man. "Bull, this is Susan-the hottest piece of ass in 
these parts." 

"Cal!" Susan exclaimed in humiliation. 

"Is that true, baby?" Bull demanded, his fleshy face split by a lustful grin 
as he gazed down at her from his six-feet-plus height. "Are you as quick to 
fuck as they say?" 

"I'm getting out of here!" Susan exclaimed, tingling all over as she turned 
to head for the highway. 

Cal lunged after her, grasping her wrist and whirling her around. He slapped 
one hand over a mound in her blouse and ran his other hand up under her 
skirt at the rear. Susan turned to jelly as he squeezed her tit and 
audaciously pushed her silk panties into the crack of her butt, his finger 
twisting at her hot asshole. 

"Feel that knob," Cal said to Bull, indicating the breast he was not 
squeezing. "See how firm and springy it is." 

Bull grasped Susan's other tit. 

"Christ Almighty!" he growled as he massaged the erect titty. "I haven't 
felt one that good since high school." 

Susan knew her doom was sealed as the men humiliatingly abused her and made 
her love it. The entire crew was gathering around, grinning. 

"Show Bull how much you like him," Cal said to the flushed, panting girl. 
"You suck, don't you, baby?" 

"Ooh, yes ... yessss...." Susan heard herself say. And she dropped to her 
knees in the dirt. 

Her brain was swirling as she opened the front of Bull's pants. He looked 
down, not saying anything, but she could feel him go tense as she snaked her 
hand into his tight clothes, grasped his warm, rope-like prick, and brought 
it out. 

It wasn't like a rope, she decided, as she stared glassy-eyed at the huge 
meaty organ which curved forward from the fly of his jeans. It was more like 
a salami, with a big knob at the end. Trembling, Susan lifted the organ 
toward her lips. 

The eves of a dozen men were on her as she opened her pink mouth and took 
Bull's soft but very sizeable cockhead inside. His musky scent engulfed her, 
and his sexual tang spread over her tongue as she champed on his bulbous 
knob. H's stem, momentarily soft though thick between her lips, stiffened 
and grew even thicker. His glans ballooned to fill her mouth. 

Susan began bobbing her blonde head on the biggest prick she had yet sucked. 
The thing seemed to be ten inches long, and she couldn't take much of it 
within her mouth. Her lips were stretched so wide that they hurt. Each time 
she lunged on the monster cock, its bulging head jammed into her throat, 
completely clogging it. As her eyes watered and her throat muscles 
threatened to gag, she had to give up gliding her encircling lips on Bull's 
shaft, and she just worked on the knob of his massively upthrust cock, 
stroking its horny ridge between her painfully stretched lips and licking 
its slippery end with her frenzied tongue. 

From the corners of her eyes, she saw the other men dropping their pants. 
Pricks were bristling all around her. Even Cal stood with his trousers 
bunched at his ankles, his cock sticking up hot and hard. 

"Have a heart, Bull!" one of the other workmen said. "Give somebody else a 
break." 

With obvious reluctance, Bull pulled his prick from Susan's mouth, making a 
loud Pop! He stepped aside, his cantilevered cock swaying as it trailed a 
gloaming string of the girl's saliva. Another prick was thrust at Susan, and 
she eagerly mouthed it. 

The men lined up. 

Susan sucked cocks until her lips were sore and her throat burned. They came 
at her in all sizes and in colors ranging from white to brown-to jet-black. 
But the bald or skinned knobs were all rosy or purplish, and they tasted 
just about the same. Each new one gave Susan a fresh blast of flavor, and 
she sucked each as long as the tart, musky taste lasted. 

She was coming in a series of hot bursts, her wet thighs rubbing together, 
her cunt tingling against her sopped panties. Her bare knees hurt from the 
rough ground she knelt on. 

After all the men had been serviced, though none to the point of climax, 
someone shoved her down into the dirt. Hot, sweaty hands worked over her, 
pulling off her panties and opening her blouse. Her titties were mauled, her 
legs wrenched apart. Then began the fucking. One man after another jumped 
atop her, spearing her with his stiff prick and fucking rapidly to climax. 
Spurt after spurt of hot semen splashed into her cunt. Soon it began 
overflowing and drooling down her crotch. Each thrust sent a viscous spray 
spurting. All the while, Susan's mouth was smeared by wet kisses-not 
necessarily from the man who was atop her at the moment. Other wet lips and 
tongues attacked her firm, tingling nipples. Her pumped pussy throbbed, 
rippling in spasms around prick after prick. 

Bull was the last to approach her, and he chose to come at her from the 
rear. As his tremendously thick, long prick was thrust up her tight 
asshole-which didn't have either the opportunity or inclination to tighten 
against his brutal assault-another workman thrust his dick into her mouth. 
Susan hunched forward and back, mouthing one prick and taking the other up 
her ass, moaning against the meaty shaft that stroked between her lips. 

The man who was fucking her mouth let go, splashing his thick, warm cream 
over her tongue and down her gulping throat just as Bull erupted in her 
rear, hosing her bowels with his cum. 

She passed out. 

Susan might have concluded that the whole degrading experience was only a 
bad dream except for the fact that, when she awakened, she was in the back 
of a station wagon and Fred Gallagher himself was going at her. She realized 
then that he had been parked there, watching the whole thing that had 
transpired earlier. 

"It was ... magnificent!" the middle-aged man huffed as he fucked her. "I've 
never ... seen anything like it! You were ... such a ... wonderful slut!" 

Slut ... slut ... slut! Susan thought. 

Indeed she was! 

She bobbed her flooded cunt up at the large bellied man who energetically 
speared it. 

"Now!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Finish me with your mouth!" 

He pulled his slimy prick from her snatch, scrambled forward astride her, 
and thrust the cum-dripping shaft between her lips. She took it and sucked 
it, climaxing for a final time as the man's passion burst and he flooded her 
throat with a torrent of gushing cream. 

Susan quit her job that day and received a generous severance check. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

For a while, Susan didn't mind spending her days at home, because Paul 
usually got off work early and she could get in a quickie with him before 
the evening's party commenced. 

Then suddenly the pleasurable arrangement ended. Paul was transferred to a 
company branch in the East, and the Martinos moved away. 

Bill and Susan had only each other, and it was dull. They continued to 
profess a love for each other, and both believed they really meant it, but 
they required more sexual stimulation than the other was able to give. 

One day while Susan lounged at home, bored to the point where she considered 
going out to a bar and picking up a man, she heard a sound from downstairs. 
She rushed to the front window and saw a young couple moving into the 
apartment which the Martinos had occupied. 

The man was tall and sandy-haired, with boyish features. He displayed a 
lithe, muscular build in shorts and an open shirt that showed the golden 
fuzz on his chest. His wife was brunette, like Liz, but almost five years 
younger. Firm titties bobbed braless under a scarf-like blouse which draped 
over her front and left her back bare. Her very short shorts revealed tanned 
legs that tapered lusciously from trim ankles to arched calves to full, 
mouth-watering thighs. As she left the building to bring more belongings 
from the van that was parked in front, Susan watched her saucy ass twitch. 

Bill will go bananas for that! she thought. 

Perhaps it was proof of her love for him that she considered his pleasure as 
well as her own. She was already mentally going to bed with the brunette's 
handsome husband, feeling the eager thrust of his stiffly excited prick. 

Susan didn't wait for Bill to get home that night, but spruced herself up 
and hurried downstairs right away. She introduced herself to the new 
tenants, who were Clint and Barbie Wagner. 

Clint's blue eyes twinkled as he took in Susan's pert curves. Barbie didn't 
seem to mind, appreciating her neighbor's friendliness. 

"I'm so glad there's a young couple living upstairs from us!" Barbie said. 
"Clint and I were afraid we might have some old stuffy neighbors who 
wouldn't be any fun at all." 

"Oh, Bill and I are lots of fun," Susan said with a wise glint in her eyes. 
"Why don't all of us get together tonight, and we'll try to prove it." 

"Hey, that sounds great!" Barbie chirped. "What do you say, honey?" she 
asked her husband. 

"I say, let's do it!" 

Clint was looking at Susan's firm, thrusting breasts in a way that suggested 
he was ready to do it to her at that very moment. 

A date was made for nine o'clock in the Townleys' apartment, and Susan 
happily tripped upstairs. 

She could hardly contain herself for the balance of the day. But at least 
she had something to look forward to, unlike all the previous days since the 
Martinos had left. 

When Bill arrived home, she hurried to him and snuggled into his arms. 

"Hey, what's all this?" he asked, for he wasn't used to such an amorous 
greeting lately. 

"Guess what?" Susan said excitedly. "A new couple moved in downstairs. 
They're very young and ... wow, wait until you see the wife! She's got 
titties that just won't quit and such a cute butt!" 

Bill grasped his wife by the arms and moved her slightly away from him so 
that he could look her in the face. "And the husband? I'll bet you've got 
the hots for him, hm?" 

"Oh, yes! He's tall and blond and very handsome." 

"Okay. When do we get acquainted?" 

"Tonight!" Susan exclaimed happily. "They're coming up here at nine. And, 
baby, I don't think they're going to be hard to convert at all. They look 
ready to swing right now." 

Bill seemed happy about the prospect. But he was a bit pensive, as well. 

"You know," he remarked, "I'll bet that's just the way Liz talked about us 
when we first moved in." 

"Oh, we weren't as ready as this couple. They know where it's at." 

"You figure they've swung before?" 

"Maybe not. But they're looking for fun, Bill. And, wow, are we going to 
give it to them!" 

"You know, you're terrible!" 

"Shut up, and let's get dinner out of the way," Susan said. "Then we'll take 
a bath and...." 

She didn't need to finish the sentence, because she and Bill were thinking 
along the very same lines, imagining what was to happen later in the 
evening.... 

"Ooh, man!" Clint exclaimed as he stood in the center of the bedroom, 
looking down at Susan's pink little tongue which was fluttering along his 
stiffly upthrust prick. "You sure know how to turn a guy on!" 

Susan smiled up at him, letting his pecker rub against her cheek. "Don't 
give me that bullshit!" she said. "You were turned on as soon as we walked 
in here." 

"Yeah, but ... wow! Lick my cock some more-huh, baby?" 

Her blue eyes sparkling, Susan resumed pleasuring the young stud's prick. 
She kept looking up at him, watching the tension in his face, the hotness in 
his eyes. She felt his cock quiver against her lips and tongue. 

She licked up onto the bulging knob of his organ and fluttered her tongue 
against its gaping vent. His pecker jerked, and a drop of clear lubricant 
oozed out, which Susan quickly lapped up. 

She fitted her pink lips around the end of his organ and sucked gently. 

"God!" Clint exclaimed, and clutched her blonde head. 

Her encircling lips slowly crawled over the fullness of his glans and locked 
in the groove behind his corona. She flagellated his smooth, spongy cockhead 
with her tongue while she rhythmically compressed and relaxed her lips. She 
skidded the soft, elastic circle of her lips up and down across the 
sensitive ridge of his glans. 

"Oh Christ, I'm going to COME!" Clint exclaimed. 

Susan pumped her o-shaped lips rapidly on his cock. She wanted him to come 
in her mouth, then he would have more resistance when the fucking began. Her 
head swirled as she cocksucker him briskly. 

Clint groaned, rocking forward and back on the balls of his feet. He fucked 
his pretty neighbor's mouth with gusto. 

"Uuh ... uuuuuh ... AARGH!" he panted. His body tensed like a bow, his 
cockhead swelled, and he let go a hot spurt of rich, thick cream which 
splashed over Susan's tongue and down her throat. 

She thrilled as she drank his sperm, champing harder on his ballooning 
glans. He spurted again and again. Susan gulped rapidly, but could not 
swallow all his cum. Some of the thick, viscous fluid oozed out around his 
twitching shaft and dribbled down her chin. Foam flecked her lips. 

She continued sucking Clint's cock until it shrank to utter softness. 
Finally she let it go, and it dragged down her chin, flopping away. She 
smiled up at the happily satiated man, her mouth still wet with his sperm 
and some of it hanging from her chin like egg-white. 

"Ooh wow, you're something else!" was all he could say. 

Susan laughed and licked her lips. She rubbed a finger across her chin and 
licked it clean. Then she stood up. 

She was wearing yellow panties trimmed in white lace. Her tits were bare. 
Clint pulled her against his nude body and kissed her on the mouth. She 
writhed, dragging her stiff nipples through his bristly chest-hairs. 

She slid away from him and dropped onto the bed, stretching out on her 
tummy. Over her shoulder she smiled at him, watching his eyes caress the 
pert mounds which stretched the yellow silk of her panties. The lower 
portion of each buttock was revealed below the lacy white edge of her 
briefs. 

Clint got down onto the bed beside her. Kneeling, he ran his hand over her 
springy ass. He gave her an experimental pat and watched her silk-encased 
buttocks quiver. 

"Take my panties off," she said. 

Clint gave a little growl and nestled down beside her. He slowly lowered her 
briefs, petting her bare buttocks as they gradually became exposed. His lips 
moved along her spine, across the dip at the small of her back and onto a 
firm, resilient buttock. He licked and nipped the enticing flesh. 

Slowly he pulled Susan's panties all the way down her legs and off. He 
licked the backs of her calves and thighs. Susan gently moved her legs 
apart. 

Clint gazed at the beauty of her blonde fringed cunt and at the enticing 
dimple which winked at him from between her buttocks as she writhed 
voluptuously. He pressed his face against a satiny butt-cheek, licking very 
close to her crack. 

Susan moved slightly so that his tongue skidded into her rear cleft. She 
thrilled as the man licked her asshole. 

He drove his nose into the crack between her buttocks and struck at her 
throbbing pussy with his tongue. Susan rotated her hips, rubbing her soft, 
musk-scented pussy against his mouth. His tongue gradually became trapped in 
her slippery little fuckhole, and he licked lustfully in and out. 

Susan rolled over and wrapped her legs around his neck. Giving a happy 
growl, Clint burrowed into her soft, enticing snatch. 

She started coming as he licked in and out of her wiggly cuntal folds, then 
fluttered the tip of his oral organ against the pea-like protrusion of her 
clitty. 

Finally Clint raised his head and moved forward atop her. Susan felt his 
re-stiffened prick batting her thigh. She reached down and grasped the hot, 
hard column. 

"I want you to fuck me all night long with this beautiful prick," she said, 
squeezing it. 

"Baby, will I!" 

Clint paused for only a few moments to lick the extended pink tips of her 
titties and to take a few sucks at them, squeezing the luscious mounds with 
his big hands. Then he was fully atop her, driving his rigid cock between 
the lathered lips of her cunt and into her hot, tight passage. 

He gasped when he felt how snug she was. 

She began to wriggle her cunt around him, flexing its encircling muscles. 
She had picked up some of Liz's tricks. 

"Ooh, baby, that's wild!" Clint exclaimed, and sealed his hot mouth to hers. 

Their tongues stroked liquidly together as his prick pumped gloriously in 
and out of her clasping, wriggling pussy. 

The door of the bedroom opened and Barbie entered, followed by Bill. They 
both were nude, and Bill's cock was stiffly erect. Barbie's tits were less 
full than Susan's but very shapely, with lengthy brown nipples which struck 
out and upward. Her cute jugs jiggled as Bill guided her to the bed. 

"Ooh, man!" she said to him. "Look at Clint fuck your wife!" 

"That's just how I'm going to fuck you," Bill told her. 

"Hurry!" Barbie begged, and she flopped down onto the king-sized bed beside 
Susan. 

The latter smiled at her and said, "Welcome to the club." 

"Ooh, you two are wild!" Barbie chirped happily. 

Clint smiled proudly at his cute wife, continuing to stroke his stiff prick 
in Susan as Bill mounted Barbie. Bill rubbed his hand back and forth across 
the crests of her upthrust titties, enjoying their springy jiggle and the 
way her tall, rubbery nipples bent to and fro. 

Barbie clutched his stiff prick. "Stick it in me, man!" she said huskily. 

Bill twisted his head, clamping his moist lips around a titty-tip and 
licking as he sucked. At the same time, he worked his hips so that the end 
of his stiffly extended cock was caught between the petals of Barbie's cunt. 
He pushed, driving his happy dick all the way up inside her. 

She moaned and began to hunch right away. Her titty bobbed away from Bill's 
mouth. Supporting himself on straight arms, he gazed down at Barbie as he 
fucked her. He glanced at his pretty blonde wife, who was being fucked by 
Clint. 

Bill knew, just as Susan did, that swapping would be a way of life for them 
from that time on. There would be no escaping it, as long as they were 
energetic enough to screw and attractive enough to be desired by others. 

Clint seemed delighted to fuck Susan while his wife was being fucked by 
Susan's husband. His eyes shifted back and forth from Susan to Barbie as he 
stroked his stiff prick in Susan's writhing, bumping hole which was butter 
slick and very warm. 

Bill pumped his cock in Barbie, enjoying the eager way in which she thrust 
her hips up at him. 

The mattress rocked and rolled beneath the happily screwing couples. 

The women panted with delight. The men fucked them more intensely. 

Time stood still as the room seemed to whirl around the bouncing, softly 
creaking bed. Two long, stiff pricks pumped in two happy, twisting holes. 

Barbie and Susan moaned. The men who were atop them growled. Bill's cock 
twitched at the same moment that Clint's did, and both men burrowed deep 
into the cunts of each other's wives. Their lust exploded. 

"Darling!" Barbie exclaimed as she reached up and clutched Bill, hugging him 
against her vibrating body. 

"Baby!" Clint husked to Susan, burying his warm mouth in her neck as his 
cock continued twitching and spurting in her rippling cunt. 

Bill and Susan had found happiness once more, and the Wagners had been 
introduced to a new way of life-one that they might never want to 
relinquish. 


THE END
