Incestual Swap
by Frank Logan 


CONTENTS 

1 Friday Morning
2 Steve And Sherry
3 Pot Luck
4 The Gardener
5 Neighbor
6 Keith Scores
7 Card Game
8 Entertainment
9 Girl Talk
10 Two Generations
11 Fun For All
12 Cream And Sugar
13 Gang-Bang Sherry 


CHAPTER ONE FRIDAY MORNING 

Barbara Nielson tensed with anticipation as she walked to her boss's desk 
and handed him the folder he had requested. Her upthrust breasts rose and 
fell tremulously as she stood beside him and Rex Willard caught the agitated 
expression on his secretary's face. 

The still air of the room was charged with the current of their mutual 
arousal. Rex decided that it was about time for the first overt move in 
their little game. He gave the armchair a slight push away from the desk and 
calmly leaned back in it, fully displaying the pulsing protrusion in his 
lap. He heard Barbara's sharp intake of breath and watched her expression 
turn to one of hunger as she ogled the evidence of his arousal. Her moist 
lips parted and her tongue was darting nervously over the upper edge of her 
teeth when Rex moved his hand up under her tight mini. She was shivering 
with delight as his fingertips slid up the sibilant fabric of her nylons. 

She hiked the skirt over her full hips and squirmed against his manly 
caress, humming throatily. Rex massaged the nether-cheeks of her pantied 
bottom as her plump crotch thrust almost in his face. That was too much for 
Rex, the little bikini was so sheer that it looked as if her dew-soaked 
pussy would push its way through any moment. 

Rex stood up and Barbara reached eagerly between his legs, fondling his 
straining organ through the front of his slacks. She unzipped his fly and 
with trembling fingers worked his big penis out of the tight confines of his 
jockey briefs. 

She moaned at the sight of it as sharp little thrills shot down her spine to 
her moist crotch. The fact that she had already had it twice before didn't 
diminish the effect of its spectacular size. So stiff and strong, standing 
between them like a bar of smooth solid iron. 

Rex pulled her to him and their mouths met in a hungry kiss, their tongues 
winding and probing. Barbara rubbed her titties over his solid chest as his 
bobbing prick ground against her thigh. She was really turning on! 

"Gid, you've got such a big one," she panted as their mouths unfastened. 

"I keep it in shape, honey. Lots and lots of exercise." 

Barbara took its pulsing head in her palm and ran her smooth hand lovingly 
over its hard length. Reaching below she fingered his swollen sac, lifting 
and rolling his balls. The feel of all this virility was driving her wild 
and when Rex slipped his probing fingertips down the front of her panties, 
she thought she would melt in them. Her breath was coming in little ragged 
gasps and Rex guessed it had been a while since she had been properly 
serviced. With no small effort he forced himself momentarily to break the 
spell of her eager caress. 

"Maybe I'd better lock the door," he breathed, grinning, "We wouldn't want 
any rude interruptions." 

When Rex had walked into his office Friday morning, Barbara Nelson, the 
svelte sleek legged department secretary had greeted him with her usual 
smile and cheerful tone of voice. But when Rex had returned her greeting, he 
caught a certain agitation in her manner and a certain look in her eye which 
warned him that this might not be the quiet morning in the office he had 
anticipated. 

He had sensed immediately that she had the itch in her panties. He had been 
cooling it with her lately despite her frequent go-signals, but her look 
today was a little more desperate. She probably hadn't had it for quite some 
time, he thought. Such were the confines of a lifeless marriage. 

As he passed her desk, she swiveled in her chair, fussing with some papers 
and trying her best to act naturally. Her legs were crossed and she had 
allowed her extra short mini to ride all the way up her long thighs. Rex 
caught a glimpse of pink panties above the taut, smoky nylons. 

He had paused slightly and, without any attempt to hide his admiration of 
the display, smiled gamely at her. Her eyes quickly avoided his and her 
blush completely blew her attempt at a cool. Rex cleared his throat with a 
deliberately teasing edge and stepped into his office, quietly closing the 
door behind him. Yeah, he thought, this was going to be something other than 
a slow day in May. 

Rex Willard was a very fortunate man. It seemed he could hardly remember a 
time when he hadn't been. His darkly handsome face, powerful body and 
relaxed easy manner gave him the kind of magnetism most women found 
difficult to ignore. Indeed, one could say his virile figure filled many a 
fantasy of the fine females of Glenn County. 

Of these, naturally, there were some who weren't content to fantasize and 
who took care to communicate their desire for his favors. Barbara Nielson 
was one such swinger. 

She and Rex had made it twice before, their first time following an office 
party where Barbara had cornered Rex in an empty room. She was floating on 
four martinis and wasn't too subtle with her come on. She had dry-humped him 
on the spot and after the party they sped to a motel outside of town where 
Rex gave the hot little red-head the ride of her life. She was twenty-seven 
and childless, a luscious beauty whose hubby's fading masculinity was common 
knowledge among the swinging set of Ralston Heights. 

As athletic director of Glenn State as well as head coach of their 
championship football team, Rex had it easy in May. The second semester had 
settled into a quiet routine and summer practice was still a month away. 

On this clear, vibrant spring morning, Rex could see most of the south end 
of campus from his office window. In the distance were the rolling hills of 
the Ralston Heights area where three months ago he had moved his family into 
a beautiful new home. He leaned back in his comfortable leather office 
chair, stretching leisurely. 

Rex Willard's good fortune was not limited to matters of sexual prowess. He 
was the highest paid athletic director in the state, one of its most noted 
athletic figures and, far from least, a happily married husband and father. 

Two months earlier Rex and his beautiful wife Connie had celebrated their 
eighteenth anniversary, an event which was brightened by the fact that their 
son Keith was being besieged with athletic scholarships from colleges 
throughout the state. Remarkably developed for his age, Keith was a champion 
swimmer and it looked like he was following his famous father's footsteps, 
and in more than one regard.... 

Gazing out his window, Rex reflected with a warmly satisfied feeling on the 
events of the previous evening. Last night, he had returned from work to 
find his thrilling wife attired in her sexiest negligee and awaiting him 
with a candlelight dinner. 

Her cuisine had been superb, as usual, and desert had been extra delicious. 
Carrying her to the bedroom, Rex had deposited her in the middle of their 
plush, master bed and, bunching the negligee at her waist, he had buried his 
mouth in her beautiful blonde muff as she spread her legs eagerly. 

Connie had come again and again as the expert ministrations of his mouth and 
lips on her vulva and clitoris drew tears of pleasure from her tightly shut 
eyes. Then, quickly shedding his clothes, he had climbed atop her and bladed 
her with all the vigor of his athletic body and king-sized cock. 

Their passion had been long and intense last night as it had been for the 
last two weeks following their swap session with the Danielsons of their old 
Bruce Park neighborhood. Indeed, it seemed that after every time they had 
swapped, their lovemaking had increased in its fervor and mutual delight. 

As neither Rex or Connie had any inhibiting jealousies or moral qualms, 
swapping proved to be a refreshing source of variety. It had so far acted to 
increase their appreciation for each other and had removed any sense of 
personal confinement they might have normally felt from their marriage. 

It was sideline affairs with broads like Barbara Nielson, though, which 
could be dangerous. Although Rex was always extra-careful and discreet about 
such meetings, he sensed that his wife occasionally suspected him of 
infidelities. 

Connie, though, unspokenly accepted the fact that Rex was what some referred 
to as "oversexed," and Rex sensed this too. But she knew from his lovemaking 
that his ardor for her had not diminished.... 

Rex's mind had continued to wander that morning until a familiar tapping on 
his office door snapped him out of his reverie and announced the spectacular 
entry of Barbara Nielson. She smiled, almost apologetically. 

"I need to pull some transcripts from the files." 

She seemed a little self conscious about her super sexy outfit and a bit 
nervous as well. Her mini-skirt was so tight, Rex could see the outline of 
her panties and he couldn't recall a sweater of hers as tight as this one. 
Her thrusting, high-set breasts had quivered invitingly in the tautly 
stretched fabric as she wobbled unsteadily on her heels. It felt like a heat 
wave had entered the room. 

None too subtle, Barbara spent the next fifteen minutes providing Rex with a 
lavish display of her tightly packed sexuality-Trying to appear as casual as 
possible, she rummaged through the file cabinet near his desk, and took some 
reports from the top drawer. 

Seating herself in an adjacent armchair she leafed through the forms while 
making an elaborate show of crossing and uncrossing her legs. She 
occasionally opened them wide enough to erase any doubts in Rex Willard's 
mind about the current state of her libido. 

The hissing and rubbing of the nylon surfaces was having its calculated 
effect, the curl of his penis in his tight briefs had swollen 
discomfortingly. Though he hadn't missed a move since she came in, Rex 
remained relaxed in his chair. His face retained a calm, even innocent 
expression of open admiration as the pressure in his pants mounted. He was 
charmed. 

If there was any ice left to be broken, Barbara did the trick when she stood 
and bent over to look through the bottom file drawer. At the sight of her 
shimmering, pantied bottom mounted over those sleek tapering thighs, it was 
all Rex could do to keep from jumping out of his chair and moulding his 
steaming loins into her backside. He knew she would have melted against him, 
trembling with the eager pitch of her fever heat. It was then that Rex had 
called her over to his desk, asking to see the reports.... 

Now, as he quietly secured his office door, Rex turned to Barbara and 
watched the effect of his erection register on her face. From across the 
room it looked like some kind of angry crowbar standing out from his 
powerful body. She groaned, her fingernails digging into her palms. 

"Oh Rex...." 

"Hot today, aren't we," he teased. "Oh, I've been needing it all week, damn 
you!" 

Only last night, Barbara had lain in bed massaging herself wildly through 
her silk nightie, dreaming of her last ride on his big joystick. The thought 
that she was now about to get the real thing sent another thrill through her 
pussy. 

Her hot nipples tingled fiercly in the confines of her bra as she unbuttoned 
her sweater. Her breasts thrust out daringly, quivering in the confines of 
the wispy brassiere. 

She undid a small bow in front and her globes bounced free as the bra fell 
away, her pink nipples stiffening at the thrill of exposure. 

Rex closed the gap between them, unbuckling his belt. Stripping his pants 
and shorts to his knees, he gently lifted Barbara onto the desk top and 
moved between her thighs, his prick riding up the fiont of her panties. She 
slid her nylon-clad legs around the hairy cheeks of his buttocks and hunched 
against him. 

As if to savor the thrill of each other and tease themselves to the fullest, 
they began dry humping in a jerking, sensuous motion. Rex felt her perfumed 
odor filling his head as she ground her pantied snatch against the underside 
of his penis. The friction of the damp silk on his taught scrotum was 
driving him out of his mind. 

He felt himself nearing the eruption point. Barbara's legs were clutching 
him spasmodically from behind, but he managed to squeeze his hand between 
their bodies and grasp the waistband of her panties. 

He pulled them down from her lush feminine bush and felt her shudder of 
pleasure as the knob of his beating organ prodded her ripe genitals. 

"Oooh ... oh God, Rex ... shove it!" she pleaded. "Hurry, please ... I'm 
gonna pop any minute...." 

With all the ease and mastery at his command, Rex slid his thick prong into 
her moist fluttering channel. He worked it into her in smooth, deft strokes, 
gaging its power over this exciting, silken female. 

Barbara was making choking little cries of lust and her fingernails were 
digging into his shoulders. He could feel her hot nipples poking through his 
shirt as her firm breasts rolled against his chest. 

He let go of her parity top to grasp her hips and the waistband snapped 
around his balls cupping them against her and tightening his snug fit in her 
honeyed pit. Mmm, thought Rex, this is what you call "getting into her 
panties." The sensation was maddening, but Rex maintained control and began 
his thrusting motion with an easy rhythm. 

"Oooh, Rex...." she purred. 

What a piece of nookie this one is, he thought. Had he been taking her for 
granted or was it out of a sense of duty to his wife that he hadn't followed 
up on their first two meetings? This was how he liked his sex; a raw, 
spontaneous eruption of man-woman lust, no qualms, no hangups, no regrets. 

Barbara was really getting into it, wrenching her hips roughly from side to 
side then around and around. Her pantied ass was squirming all over the 
smooth desk as she gorged herself on his pumping cockflesh. 

Rex moved into second gear, serving it to her from his powerful thighs in 
long deep thrusts. Her pussy tightened on him, their bellies slapping and 
grinding as her thighs clutched him spasmodically. 

Barbara closed her eyes and felt the hot tide of her orgasm mounting in her 
loins. Rex sensed it immediately and stepped into a fast pistoning motion. 

Stroke, stroke, stroke and Barbara was coming so hard she almost passed out, 
quaking and shivering all over as the flood of release coursed through her 
body. 

"Ah, ah, ah ... ooooh ... oh, oh, oh OHH," she cried, her voice trailing 
into a tenuous whine. 

Her fuck spasms sent thrills up and down Rex's plunging penis and when 
Barbara reached around and squeezed his balls through the clutching panties, 
that was all it took. 

He drove his organ feverishly and felt his loins explode. Barbara was going 
off behind her tightly shut eyes as the steaming stream of his sperm ripped 
into her. 

They let the delicious final tremors wash through them. Her legs loosened 
around him and they panted and panted. 

Rex slowly eased his softening cock out of her, untangling himself from her 
panties. As if in homage, he bent and took in one of her pink nipples in his 
lips, gently tonguing the throbbing tip. Barbara groaned long and low, 
smiling contentedly as she opened her glazed eyes. 

"Oh lover, you really do deliver," she sighed. "Why is it we don't get 
together more?" 

Rex had already decided they would get together more, but he quickly sensed 
the need for caution. He knew that Barbara could be quite demanding in her 
passions and unless he kept their relationship in its proper perspective, 
that fact could only spell trouble for his marriage. 

"We will, Barbie," he assured her, "but don't forget that I'm very happily 
married, and I intend to keep things that way." 

"I only wish I could say the same...." Barbara replied. 

She was a moody broad and her expression quickly changed to one of dismay as 
she reflected on her own sad marriage. Rex had met Grant Nielson once at a 
cocktail party. From what he'd seen there and from what he heard from 
others, Nielson had fallen into an unfortunate affair with the bottle. 
Apparently, he'd suffered some rough setbacks quite early in his business 
career. Lately, Barbara's tone had become increasingly bitter towards him. 

"Even when he's home," she said, in a low distant voice, "he's usually so 
damn soggy he can't ... he can't even get it hard." 

She reached out and took his limp cock in her hand, gently fingering it. 
Even at half mast, she mused, he's bigger than Grant. 

"God Rex, you've got such a nice one. So big ... if only I had one like it 
every night ... all mine ... damn, if only men knew what a good lovin' means 
to a woman...." 

Rex knew that he was quite appreciative of the feminine response. He sensed 
that Barbara was sinking back into her gloom. 

"Hey," he teased, "isn't that what they call 'penis envy?'" 

She giggled, "You bastard, the only one I envy is your wife." 

Her insistent caress was getting results; the big tool was stiffening in her 
hand. 

"Oh, lover," she gasped, "he's coming back to life already." 

"You see, Barbie," Rex grinned, "you'll get your share." 

Her eyes flashed. "Mmmm, I don't know if I can ever get enough of this, 
darling." 

His stalk was standing at stiff attention once again, its purple head 
glowing with renewed vigor. 

Barbara sank to her knees in front of him. Her skirt was still bunched at 
her waist, her panties halfway down her thighs. 

She slid her hands up the back of his legs and squeezed the hard mounds of 
his buttocks. 

Her tongue darted hungrily over her mouth as his awesome muscle throbbed in 
her face. Her eyes had resumed their dreamy glaze as she leaned forward and 
slipped her soft, ice pink lips over the crown of his turgid prick. 

She drew on him hungrily, sucking like a little girl with a candy cane. His 
big sugar stick was all her sweet tooth could ever crave. 

She laved his scrotum with her fluttering tongue as her fingers fondled his 
swelling testicles. Barbara was moaning from deep in her throat and the 
lunging of her lips on his slick staff was quickening in its tempo. 

Rex leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Yeah, he thought, just another 
day in the office ... giving the taxpayers of Glenn County their money's 
worth. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

STEVE AND SHERRY 

"Oooh, Steve," giggled Sherry Marsdale, "I'd hate to be in basketball shorts 
if I ever got one of those." 

Steve Van Evans was already feeling pretty self-conscious about the way his 
lap was sticking out. At Sherry's words, he colored fiercely. 

She slid over in the seat beside him, her movement pulling her tight skirt 
up to her waist. Steve's car was thundering down a deserted road on the 
outskirts of town and he felt like he was fighting to breathe. He could 
hardly believe it, he was going to fuck Sherry Marsdale! 

He shifted gears swiftly after a screeching turn, and Sherry slid her 
exposed thigh against his. There was a bulging lump in his levis. Her plum 
panti-hose crotch was fully exposed to his fevered glances. She rubbed her 
titties against his arm, fascinated by the sight of his distended pants. It 
looked like he was all the man she thought he'd be! 

"It looks so big, Steve," she cooed sounding a lot older than her eighteen 
years. She moved her hand up his muscular thigh. 

"Ooooh ... oh, I can't wait ... here let me." 

Steve heard the hiss of his zipper in his hazed brain and then Sherry's cool 
fingers were slipping into his shorts to gauge his steaming prick. The car 
nearly ran off the road. Steve had to swerve wildly to regain control. 

Sherry was bounced across the seat by the force of his turn. A hot flash of 
annoyance surged through her, the kind she'd been feeling all evening. If I 
wasn't as horny as I am tonight, she thought, I'd have told him to take me 
home long ago. 

It was their first date and Steve had only mentioned some vague plans about 
seeing a movie. They had ended up going over to his house where a procession 
of Steve's friends had dropped by. Steve had a big ego and it needed a lot 
of beefing up. 

Sherry had felt her anger and humiliation increase as the boys guzzled beer 
and joked loudly. Steve's parents wouldn't be back till late, and they had 
left him alone with their cellar full of booze. Finally Steve felt bold 
enough to take the initiative and asked Sherry if she'd like to go for a 
ride. Sherry agreed, glad to escape the stares of his boorish companions. 

Steve was one of Glenn High's BMOC's. As well as being a star basketball 
forward, he was one of the most attractively endowed males on campus. Sherry 
had seen him often enough in his tight basketball shorts to become 
sufficiently interested. She was thrilled when he finally asked her out and 
accepted eagerly. 

Sherry had spent several hours preening and preparing herself for Steve's 
arrival that night. It felt like she hadn't been laid for months and her 
excitement was keyed high. After bathing and powdering, she had begun 
brushing out her long, strawberry-blonde hair. She'd been getting pretty 
turned on by the reflection of her beautiful body in her full length mirror 
and when she stepped into her sexiest pair of baby-doll panties, the 
sensation of the nylon on her cooze had been absolutely delish. 

She admired the tight fit of her scan ties in the mirror and started up a 
bumping and grinding motion in them. She cupped her breasts in her hands and 
lifted a rosy nipple to her lips. Her loins rolled and jerked as her 
imagination ran free. 

She imagined the feel of Steve's hands on her body and visualized his big 
dong arching up as he stepped out of a jock strap. He had slid over her 
pantied tummy and she rubbed a stiff finger against the nylon band between 
her legs. 

The thrills raced through her, she felt wild! She needed it tonight! A big 
stiff one, thick and throbbing! 

She pulled a chair over in front of the mirror and sprawled in it. Pulling 
down the front of her panties, she spread her pussy lips with her fingers 
and found she could get a pretty good look at herself. 

She rubbed the hard little nub of her clittie and her cunt began to glisten 
with moisture. As she watched her hand in the mirror she was able to detach 
herself from the reflection and pretend it was Steve who was diddling her 
and getting this thrilling view of her panties. 

She slid a finger into her slippery vagina and squeezed it with the inner 
muscles of her cunt. She'd been practicing and was getting better. She could 
hardly wait for a fat, hard cock to massage in this manner. The finger felt 
groovy and she knew the first poke of Steve's rod would probably put her in 
orbit. 

She could feel her orgasm coming on as her ass squirmed in the leather seat 
of the chair. Her thighs were quivering and all sensation seemed centered in 
her pussy. The shivers rocked her body up and down as an electric charge 
welled and exploded with a bright white light behind her eyes. Her finger 
pumped madly and the image of Steve's cock reaming her from head to tow 
soared in her fantasy. 

Her head fell back and she could hear herself moaning as the waves crashed 
over her again and again. She felt like she was sailing out into space, 
whirling around and around in the darkness. 

Her eyes opened in time to see the last twitchings of her pussy. She watched 
her lower lips open and close in a kind of kissing movement. It looked so 
sweet she wished she could somehow get her own mouth on it and kiss it back. 

Her quickie come had far from calmed her; she was primed for more. But she 
knew Steve would be on time and she didn't want to keep him waiting. 

She stepped into the bathroom and swabbed her pouting pussy with a warm 
washcloth. Her soaked panties were useless and she tossed them into a 
laundry basket. To her dismay, she found her lingerie drawer contained only 
panti-hose. Too many come-soaked briefs lay in the laundry! But she didn't 
mind, panti-hose gave her a special feeling all their own. 

She sat on the edge of her bed as she drew them over her legs and nestled 
into them. She like the way they moulded her lower body into tight, smooth 
surfaces. They had a reinforced crotch and when she walked in them she felt 
like one long, snug sex-sheath. 

Sherry enjoyed her ripening femininity and was eager to share it with the 
strong and handsome young men of her high school crowd. 

Unfortunately too many of the strong young men proved to be better athletes 
than lovers. 

Sherry had come to Ralston High at the beginning of senior year with high 
hopes for the athletic department, one of the most talented in the state. So 
far, though, the school year had brought one disappointment after another. 

Most of the boys she'd dated had been too excited or too naive to give 
Sherry the kind of poon she deserved. Often they had been too shy to take 
the initiative and one boy had even protested when Sherry pulled his fly 
down in the vain hope of getting things going. She had felt like giving up 
after that one. 

Mainly, though, the boys had either creamed their shorts or come too quickly 
when they had gotten into her snatch. None had the slightest finesse in 
their love-making and few seemed to understand the nature of a girl's 
response. The most infuriating thing was that they all seemed useless after 
their premature orgasms. They wouldn't even give her a finger fuck! 

She originally had high hopes for Steve as he had always been a bit more 
reserved than the others and somehow seemed more mature. At this point, 
though, the evening had been too similar to a lot of other evenings.... 

But Sherry couldn't really hold any resentment towards the boys of her 
class. After all, she had the benefit of a master teacher in the art of love 
and few teenagers could be expected to live up to the kind of performances 
she had come to expect. She had grown quite demanding in her relationships 
with men and it occurred to her that perhaps she was a bit spoiled for her 
age. 

Her earliest introduction to sex had come at the age of eleven. Her mother, 
Inez, was recently divorced and in the year or so before she met Cliff 
Marsdale, Sherry's step-father, she had taken a succession of lovers. Sherry 
had often spied on her mother and was at first shocked and terrified by the 
strange acts she witnessed. But she saw the pleasure and gratification these 
men gave her mother and was secretly fascinated by the sight of the long, 
stiff male weapon waving over her mother's nudity. 

Often her mother would take the thing in her mouth and evidently she enjoyed 
sucking and kissing it. The sight of her mother's animal ecstasy when it was 
rammed between her legs had a powerful effect on the pre-pubescent child. 

Last summer, at age 17, Sherry had her sexual initiation, and she came into 
senior year at Ralston High floating on a cloud, one that evaporated all too 
soon. At the time, her family was living in Greenbrae and Sherry had her 
first summer job. 

She was working full time at a department store and was harboring a hot 
crush for the assistant manager. He was a suave, handsome man in his late 
twenties and Sherry had seen the kind of beauties he generally dated. He had 
an easy, very masculine tone of voice and magnetic blue eyes which seemed to 
pierce to the core of a woman's love nature. Sherry had seen him looking her 
way appreciatively several times but had never guessed the extent of his 
mutual attraction to her. 

Although the following year would bring her more fully into womanhood, 
Sherry was far ahead of most girls her age. A tall supple blonde with long 
rich hair, pouter-pigeon breasts, and full hips, she was somewhat shy and 
self-conscious. Any many with an experienced eye could see she was a budding 
beauty, and Dale Singer, assistant-manager of Wilkinson's department store 
was one of the first to notice. 

When it came time in July for the semi-annual inventory, Sherry was asked to 
work late, since, of all the girls, she had least priority. She was elated 
when she found out she would be alone in the store with Singer for two 
nights. 

They had spent the first evening on the main floor as Singer took stock of 
the shelves. Sherry was wearing her tightest mini dress and was at first 
disappointed when Singer kept things on a formal, boss-employee basis. 

His tone, though, gradually loosened up and soon they were teasing and 
kidding each other. At that moment Sherry felt a strange kind of excitement 
building in her. 

At one point, Singer tried to squeeze between Sherry and a cashier's booth 
and their bodies had met inadvertently. Their loins had brushed and for the 
merest moment Sherry felt her firm titties against his hard chest. After 
that, Singer's usually cool demeanor was noticably strained and Sherry felt 
her new excitement taking hold with an unfamiliar power. 

The next night their work had been confined to the store's small warehouse. 
The tension was becoming unbearable for both of them, and Sherry caught 
Singer shifting in his slacks several times. When they were finishing the 
count on the last items, Sherry called him over to ask a question about the 
list. 

As he stood beside her, the aura of his virility grew overwhelming and she 
was certain he could hear the wild pounding of her heart. Singer looked up 
from the list and saw the signs immediately. He pulled her into his strong 
arms and Sherry melted against him with an explosive sigh. She felt like she 
was being swept up and away by a tidal wave of unknown force. 

He had given in to the animal allure of this beautiful teenager, and the 
feel of her nubile body in his arms was setting him on fire. 

His mouth brushed her lips gently, spreading them as she mashed herself 
against him. He moved his tongue slowly in and out of her eager mouth, 
patting her bottom and cuddling her swelling titties. 

The gentle feel of his hands on her body was quite a bit different from the 
rough mauling she was used to. The probe of his tongue in her hot young 
mouth was turning her to butter. She had never dreamed a man could be like 
this, she was gobbling it up! 

Singer reached under her mini-skirt and coasted his hands over her 
silky-smooth bottom. How many times had he eyed her young body and wondered 
how it would be to taste its freshness? His prick was hard as a rock as she 
rolled against him with complete abandon. 

He reached lower, caressing her velvety thighs and fingering the lacy 
legband of her panties. She shivered and her tongue wound around his in 
fierce response. Sherry was learning fast. 

"Oh, Mr. Singer," she heard herself say as their lips parted, "I've never 
... it's.... 

"Don't worry, Sherry, it's all right," he assured her. "Don't worry about a 
thing." 

He had steered her into a rear office, his hand still moving on her rounded 
bottom. She was a virgin! He would treat her like the delicate flower she 
was, but give her the works! He would start her off right. This little girl 
was something special! 

He drew her down on a leather couch and kissed her again. Then he carefully 
undid her blouse and brassiere, baring her fresh pink-tipped titties. He 
took one and gently shaped it as her nipple stiffened in his palm. She was 
all softness and willingness. 

She trembled joyfully. His touch was sending erotic spires of delight 
through her upper body. 

The lure of her young thighs was like a magnet. He pulled her skirt up to 
her waist and moved his fingers along her inner thighs as she graciously 
spread them. Her panties were skin tight and dimpled right into her moist 
slit. Singer felt his cock beat extra hard as his caressing fingers slid the 
wispy briefs down and off her legs. 

Sherry was gone-soaring with the awakened ecstasy of her womanhood. At long 
last she was bared to a man's gaze! Her golden head was rolling on the 
couch. He could do with her as he pleased. 

Singer had hovered momentarily over the glorious sight of her honey-trimmed 
delta. Then he lowered his head and slowly brushed his mouth over her curly 
bush. Then he lowered his lips to her moist cunny and his tongue found the 
pink spike of her clitoris. Sherry spasmed a choking cry escaping her 
throat. 

Her fingers laced in his hair and Singer felt the tremor of her nearing 
climax. He intensified the efforts of his suckling lips and tongue. 

"Oh, good. Good!" 

She hit it explosively, her body writhing and shaking with the fury of her 
girlish passion. There was a note of wonder in her frantic cries of 
pleasure. Her first time in the hands of a man! 

It was through a fog that Sherry saw him slipping off his shirt and pants. 
His muscular body was more beautiful than she ever could have imagined. The 
sight of his long, sleek man-prick angling out of the dark fur of his loins 
fired her with mingled sensations of awe, terror and revenous desire. 

He was above her, spreading her legs, his cockhead nosing the tender lips of 
her vulva. And then she felt him, the smooth powerful stroke of his huge 
sword. 

She nearly swooned as a searing, tearing pain cut through her, but it 
dissolved quickly into swells of unspeakable pleasure as Sherry became a 
writhing moaning woman under Dale Singer's driving hips. It was the first of 
the many magnificent delights he would introduce her to that summer. 

* * * 

That summer was still lingering in Sherry's mind when Steve Van Evans 
finally spotted a deserted drive in the pines. There were no other cars on 
the lonely road, a farm-to-market connection from a broad valley between the 
hills to the main highway. Steve turned off on a faint track which led deep 
into an area of thick foilage some distance from the road. Shutting off the 
ignition, he cut the lights and turned to Sherry. 

"Oh, Steve, ... are we ... do you think it's safe here?" 

His chest was heaving and she could see the tension in his face. His voice 
broke as he answered her. 

"Yeah, sure ... nobody comes here this time of night." 

He slid over next to her and Sherry went to his arms willingly. His kiss was 
crude and wet, betraying his inexperienced anxiety. She had been eager for 
the feel of his hands on her body, but his rough pawing at her breasts 
precipitated a familiar sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. 

"Geez, baby," he drooled, "You sure got a nice set a' boobies." 

She could smell the stale odor of beer on his breath and the coarseness of 
his words and voice deepened her revulsion. This was the guy she'd thought 
so mature! Well, he still had a hard-on, so maybe the evening wouldn't be a 
total let down. 

She unzipped his levis and fished out his erection. He was big, but not what 
she'd hoped for. She pumped his cock, thankful at least for the feel of a 
man. 

He shoved his hands under her skirt and rubbed the moist lips of her pussy 
through her pantihose. She was slowly loosening up and turning on. 

"C'mon, baby," he breathed. "Why don't we get outside." 

Sherry stepped out into the cool night air and glanced around the clearing. 
She had to admit it was a good spot and wondered how often Steve had been 
here. He had pulled a blanket out of the trunk and was spreading it over the 
leaf matted ground. His prick was sticking out of his pants and Sherry felt 
eager to get on with it. 

She stepped out of her shoes and skinned off her pantihose. She was 
unbuttoning her blouse when Steve grabbed her and pulled her roughly to the 
blanket. 

He pushed her skirt up and Sherry winced at the coarse invasion of his big 
hand on her loins. There was something in the brutishness and force of his 
attack that was firing her lust in spite of herself. 

She heard him shoving his pants down and suddenly he was wedging himself 
between her legs. She gasped at the fevered nudge of his cockhead at her 
cunt. She reached down and guided it into her oozing cooze. 

Oooooh, it felt good in there! Her pussy walls squeezed and cluthed joyfully 
around his hot penis as his weight crushed her to the ground. 

He lunged, brutally impaling her smaller body as his gun went off. Sherry 
felt the hot rounds of his juice spurting into her and tried to meet his 
passion, but it was no use. She was miles from a climax. 

Her revulsion was complete when his wilted dong flopped out of her. A dull, 
aching nausea slowly filled her as she stared vacantly into the silent void 
of the starry sky. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

POT LUCK 

The rock band was filling the Ralston High gym with the usual roar of 
amplified guitars and drums. But a quiet tension had spread through the 
crowd until the stillness seemed to outweigh, in its power, the volume of 
the music. 

The high-school crowd had formed a tightly packed ring around a mere handful 
of dancing couples. The gym floor, normally swarming with writhing couples, 
had been taken over. Gene Pucci and his gang of bikers had crashed another 
Friday night dance. 

They had done it so many times before that it was becoming a normal 
occurence. But the tension and general fear of Pucci's gang remained. 

They would saunter in about halfway through the evening, drunk or stoned, 
monopolize the proceedings for an hour or two and then take off. Although 
they had been somewhat peaceful lately, and seemed content with having a 
good time, there had been occasions in recent memory when Ralston boys had 
been hauled outside and brutally beaten for only the slightest of 
provocations. 

Tonight, though, there was a new sort of attraction. Carol Pucci, a senior 
at Ralston and sister of Gene Pucci, was putting on an erotic dance show 
which would have put a topless professional to shame. 

Carol Pucci, or "Poonie" as she was often sniggeringly referred to, was not 
popular among the girls of her classs; most of them feared her, though many 
secretly envied her. She stuck with her brother's crowd and, with a few 
other girl friends, shared the gang's booze, dope, and rides. 

Tonight her dancing was no act. Earlier in the evening, one of the gang 
members had given her a Spanish fly. She was starting to come on. 

For the last fifteen minutes, her dancing had been mounting in its fury, a 
torrid ritual of turned on female sexuality. She seemed possessed, gripped 
by some lust-bent devil who could be exorcised only through the intensity of 
her dance. 

The bank, as instructed by a gang member, was into a long, driving rock 
instrumental. They kept building and building, whipping Carol Pucci to a 
steadily higher pitch of frenzy. 

She had begun by tearing her bra from under her blouse and flinging it into 
the crowd. Her large boobs, given free play, bounced crazily above her 
writhing torso. Now she was rubbing against her partner, locking her bucking 
loins with his, dry humping to the music. 

Keith Willard stood at the front of the ring of onlookers, holding his date, 
Pam Brewster, close to his side. His powerlessness at this point only 
increased his anger. He remembered the last time someone had the guts to 
stand up to Pucci. The gang pounded the fellow to a pulp. Nobody came to his 
aid. 

Keith glanced over the crowd. He could see that Carol Pucci was getting his 
classmates pretty worked up. Quite a few of them had their hands in their 
pockets as they looked on tense faced and silent. 

Carol disgusted him. He'd dated her once in sophmore year, when he was a 
horny little sixteen year old, eager to get his hands into some girls 
panties. Carol Pucci had seemed like the logical choice. Then, as now, she 
was full-bodied, with big breasts and a sensual face and manners. Not a 
pretty girl but, for her age, sexy. 

Keith had found it harder than he'd imagined to get his hands in her 
panties. It turned out that a guy not only had to prove himself worthy of 
Carol Pucci, but of her brother as well. The evening had ended in a near 
fist-fight with Gene Pucci and, though Keith now passed the incident off as 
a lesson of horny youth, he couldn't always control his sense of revulsion 
at the sight of Carol Pucci. 

Now, as he watched her, he felt it welling up in him. Carol's partner had 
pushed her skirt up and was squeezing her pantied fanny in his greasy hands. 
She had a dreamy look on her face as he gave it to her in front. 

The stuffiness and din of the gym wasn't helping the feeling in Keith's 
stomach. He turned to Pam and saw that she felt about the same. He took her 
hand and pushed his way through the crowd until they were finally outside 
the gym. 

"Well, if anybody had any doubts as to who's the baddest, swinginest, 
downright 'heaviest' chick in Glenn County, they're erased now," Pam 
commented dryly as they headed to his car. 

"You forgot greasiest," added Keith, grinning. 

He regretted taking Pam to the dance and vowed it would be the last one he 
would ever attend. Earlier, Pam had mentioned that her parents were 
vacationing for the week and that the house was all hers. He just hoped she 
wasn't too turned off at this point. He paused before opening the door of 
his sleek Pontiac. 

"Is there anywhere else M'lady would care to be escorted tonight?" 

"No, Keith," she gave him the wispy little smile which held the essence of 
her charm, "I've had about enough of this town for one night." 

"Yeah, me too, Pam, but there's still one thing I haven't had enough of." 

He pulled her against him and his mouth met hers in a long, soft kiss. She 
shivered at the contact of his lips, her tongue fencing timidly with his. 

"What are we waiting for," she whispered excitedly, "Let's go to my place!" 

Pam was one of the most attractive girls at Ralston High. She was a pert, 
well-rounded blonde with a real head on her shoulders. He'd dated her last 
weekend and after a few kisses and feels in the front seat of his car, she'd 
mumbled something about "the wrong time of month." Keith figured she was 
bluffing but didn't press his advantage. It was a common ploy; most girls 
didn't want to feel they could be had the first time out and wanted the 
assurance of at least a follow-up date. 

To Keith it was, in general, an irritating hang-up, all too typical of the 
high school behaviour code. He played along though, he could wait. 
Fortunately, he'd established the fact that he wasn't going to be tied down 
in his dating, so at least the chicks who went out with him weren't after 
steadies. 

What he liked about Pam was that, unlike most of her insecure classmates she 
possessed a serene maturity in her dealings with the opposite sex. She was 
ripe and probably quite experienced. It seemed understood between them that 
the longevity of their relationship was unimportant. If she stalled a 
little, then, it was all right because there was still a basic sense of 
freedom between them. 

They sped across town until they reached the expensive Brewster household. 
Pam left him in the living room and went upstairs to 'slip into something 
more comfortable. Keith made himself comfortable on the plush sofa. The 
eager-beaver look in Pam's eye when she left the room had his cock 
twitching. He felt the anticipation swelling in his chest. He was going to 
fuck this foxy little blonde after all. 

There was, as well, a sense of triumph, of conquest. But his satisfaction 
was that of a male who had found and won a willing partner, not the immature 
glee of a teenager who knew he was "going all the way." He felt neither 
conciet or smugness and his anticipation was without anxiety. 

He had played it cool and now his patience was working for him. Tonight it 
looked like Pam was taking the role of seductress and he enjoyed that little 
game as much as any other. All the same, he was caught off guard when Pam 
came sweeping demurely into the room clad in the flimsiest and filmiest of 
nighties. 

"You like?" she asked sweetly, seeming not the least self-conscious. 

"Why ... yes, absolutely," Keith replied, a bit huskily. "It's really quite 
becoming." 

She did a dainty little pirouette for his benefit. The negligee was the next 
thing to transparent and through the ruffles around her bosom, the pointy 
little buds of her braless beauties poked the material invitingly. She 
modeled pink bikini panties with their lacy little legbands and tan, shiny 
supp-hose which needed neither garter nor girdle. 

"You dig Miles Davis?" 

Keith caught himself staring as the name of his favorite jazz artist broke 
through his senses. 

"Who? ... oh, yeah. He's my favorite." 

Pam minced over to the high-fi and selected a pair of records from the full 
bin below. 

"He's mine too," she smiled, innocently, "I've got his new one. It's so 
mellow, you know?" 

Keith felt slightly speechless: Pam wasn't kidding around in her role of 
seductress. She seemed, indeed, to have things pretty well in hand. His cock 
was getting hard as a fence post in his trousers but he managed to gain his 
original composure as she crossed the room. The music was starting with a 
relaxed, insinuous beat, so different from the blaring chaos of the rock 
music they'd been subjected to earlier. 

Pam stood before him glorying in the radiance of her negligee. 

"Would you like a joint?" she asked, "I've got some outasite stuff." 

"Sure," Keith replied feeling pretty affirmitive about things in general. 

Grass was strictly taboo as far as his swimming coach was concerned, but 
Keith only used it occasionally. He knew it was a lot groovier, and a lot 
safer, than the booze most of his team-mates bombed themselves with on 
weekends. 

She left the room, her ass bouncing pertly over her lissome legs and 
returned quickly with a well-rolled joint. She lit the tip with a rather 
expensive looking lighter and then cuddled up next to Keith. She took a 
long, deep toke and then passed it on to Keith. 

He pulled on it, tilling his lungs with the hot smoke. A few more mutual 
tokes and their eyes were shining brightly as a warm sensual flow coursed 
through their bodies. The beat and insistence of the music, the fragrance of 
the grass and of Pam's perfumed hair and body, the feel of her nestled 
against him was overpowering. Keith put down the joint and took her in his 
arms. 

She came slithering and writhing into his hot embrace. Their slow sizzling 
kiss was all it took to burn away any lingering reluctance. Keith's cock was 
threatening to burn a hole through the front of his pants and Pam's panties 
were oozing with moisture between her twitching thighs. The all powerful 
sexual urge had their young, lithe bodies in an unrelenting grip. Neither of 
them had ever been so completely turned on! 

Pam was singing a little melody of delight as Keith squeezed her big, 
heaving breasts through the sheer nightie. She pulled it smoothly over her 
head and flung it to the floor. She sank back in the couch and Keith moved 
over her, mouthing the pink medallions of her nipples, tonguing the firm 
little nubs. 

He moved his arms under her yielding body, sliding his hands down the velvet 
smoothness of her back and then down to grip the cheeks of her bottom 
through the wispy panties. He jiggled them gently, rubbing the flat of his 
hands over them in slow rotation. 

"Oh, Keith ... now ... yes now ... Oh lover, you know just what a girl 
wants!" She reached between them, groping for the bulge of his crotch as he 
knelt between her thighs. She squeezed his big bundle, oooing and cooing 
with delight at the hardness and fullness she found there. 

She fumbled with his belt buckle and Keith reached down to help. He felt her 
thighs tense against him as he unsnapped the tab and pulled down the zipper. 
She shuddered at the sudden hissing sound, trembling as Keith brought her 
hand to his thrilling secret. Her touch was tentative and timid as she 
kneaded him through the cotton of his tight jockey shorts. 

"Oh, you're so big!" She had to feel it raw and naked! She gripped the 
waistband of his shorts and pulled them to his knees and the enormous prick 
bobbed free. She let out a little shriek as it burst into view-a huge root 
of male muscle, jerking and throbbing over the muscular columns of his hairy 
thighs! Oh God, he was huge! 

"Oh, Keith ... I want you ... please now ... oh!" 

He took her nerveless wrist and gently drew her hand to his hot stiffness. 
Her fingers wrapped around it, exploring him up and down as their mouths met 
in a wet kiss. His heart beat harder as he felt her eager touch descend to 
take him below and gently test him. 

She'd never had a man as big as this and she was going wild with the feel of 
it! She gripped his big pole and squeezed it fiercly, causing Keith to 
wince. She pulled her lips from his to gasp: 

"Keith ... dear ... please forgive me-it's so exciting. It's so big!" 

He leaned down, planting little kisses on her cheek, her throat, and in that 
feather sensitive spot behind her ear. 

"It's alright, honey," he breathed, "I'm in your hands." 

"Oh Keith I want ... oh ... please...." 

"What is it you want, baby?" he teased, "tell me just what you have in 
mind." 

"Ooooh, you are big ... you know what I want," she gasped fiercely. "Fuck 
me! Fuck me with that big thing of yours. Fuck me till I explode!" 

He reached down for the little dainties which encased the delicate treasures 
of her femininity. He pulled the tight pink panties from her twisting hips 
and thighs and paused. There was a full crop of curling golden tendrils over 
the moist V of her pussy. 

"You're beautiful, baby," he breathed reverently. 

He took his cock in hand and moved its purpilish head slowly against her 
honeyed vulva. She groaned long and low and sank into the cushiony sofa in 
complete abandon. Her pussy thrills were indescribable! She knew he would 
take her to heights she'd never dreamed of! 

He began rubbing his head against the sensitive bud of her clit and just 
when she started to feel the go-off thrills backing up her thighs, he shoved 
home. 

Smoothly, ever so smoothly and with the firmness born of the mastery of many 
beautiful girls, Keith slid his aching tool into her. She gave a muffled 
choke of pleasure and then a series of hoarse little cries as Keith gave it 
to her in a quick jabbing motion. 

"Arrrhh ... ahhh ... oh, oh, oh...." 

Keith clamped his mouth down on hers, his tongue twining and encircling, 
stifling her scream as her loins rocked violently. Again and again her 
mighty little gun went off, shaking her with a fury she had never known. 

Later they went into the bedroom and Keith diddled her with all the finesse 
of a champion athlete. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

THE GARDENER 

As she peered through the small space in her bedroom curtains, Inez Marsdale 
was slowly undoing the buttons of her housecoat. The gardener had arrived 
early this warm spring morning, just as he had promised. He had a lot of 
digging to do in one corner of the yard and he was already stripped to his 
T-shirt. 

Inez slipped her fingers down the front of her cotton underpants and probed 
her tender nest. Ooooh, she felt spicy! She hadn't been properly tended in a 
while and her field needed a good seeding! 

From her limited view of the back yard, she had difficulty seeing the 
gardener's features but she knew he was the same exciting Latin fellow she'd 
seen doing Madge William's lawn yesterday. Her fingers moved a little faster 
in her briefs as she watched him bend his muscular torso to the task. She'd 
taken one look at that body of his yesterday and that was all she needed to 
know about his abilities, horticultural or otherwise. 

His truck had been parked across the street for a good hour or so after he 
finished working. Leave it to widow Williams to scoop the neighborhood on a 
sexy bargain! Inez copied the phone number from his truck and called him 
later that afternoon. He had a slow, sexy voice with a Spanish accent and 
was most obliging. Ooooh he was going to be fun! 

She finally tore herself away from the window and slipped out of her 
housecoat and underthings. She stepped into the bathroom and appraised her 
reflection in the mirror. 

Though she was in her late thirties, her essential beauty had lost none of 
its voluptuousness. Inez Marsdale, nee Inez Primera, had the same hot 
Spanish blood which so attracted her to the gardener. Her coal-dark eyes and 
wide sensual lips; her big pendulous breasts capped with large pink 
medallions; her full hips and thighs and the black, bushy garden of her 
loins were, indeed, a vintage crop of ripe womanhood. 

"Over-ripe!" she thought. "I need a damn good pluckin' and fuckin'!" 

She felt a brief surge of resentment towards her husband Cliff. Him and his 
business trips, she thought, one after the other. She started the bathtub 
water running and let her anger subside. 

No, she knew she still loved him and that he really was the only man in her 
life. What disturbed her most was that even when he was home he wasn't 
always up to the kind of jazzing she needed. She knew in her heart, though, 
that she must accept this; he was an older man and if his virility was 
begining to ebb, it didn't mean he loved her any less. 

Inez settled into the tub and began soaping up her long legs. When she had 
married Cliff Marsdale she knew he was the kind of man she had always been 
looking for-mature, refined, with a gentle and warm character. He was an 
excellent lover and had brought Inez to new heights of fulfillment. He was, 
as well, an excellent father and provider for Sherry, Inez's daughter from 
her first marriage. 

At the age of seventeen, Inez had married a maverick Hollywood movie 
director she had met one night in L.A. A tall, blonde Swede, Nick Jorgenson 
gave his bride the kind of excitement she had missed in her childhood years 
in a poverty-stricken Mexican family. Sherry was born during that first year 
and it was soon evident that she bore her father's features. 

Before the baby, they had been free to cavort up and down the West coast as 
Nick tried to make his name in the film industry. But when Inez became 
pregnant he took a more stable job with a television network and in the 
years which followed they settled into a contented domesticity. 

The years when Sherry was first growing up and attending school were 
blissful ones, but slowly the happiness began to fade. Nick became restless 
again and began seeing other women on the side. Inez knew he was cheating on 
her and decided he wasn't worth the heartache. She was at a time in her life 
when she desperately needed loving and Nick was failing her miserably. 
Sherry was eleven years old when they were finally divorced. 

In the bitter years before the divorce, Inez had felt a coldness taking root 
in her. After the court settlement, which left her and Sherry financially 
secure, she threw herself into the L.A. night life, vainly hoping to fill 
the emptiness. She took on a steady stream of lovers, most of whom held only 
physical attraction for her. She was nearing an emotional collapse when she 
met Cliff Marsdale. He had the patience to feel with her, to understand her 
and gradually to love her; once again she felt she was living. 

As a lover, Cliff was a master of technique and treated a woman's body as if 
it was an exquisite musical instrument to be played with only the most 
delicate and refined touch. He was a far cry from the slick Sunset Strip 
stud set Inez had become used to. Their skills were usually limited to 
pushing their pants down. 

In the course of the last year Cliff had made friends with some couples who 
were swingers. They had swapped a few times but Inez was too often 
dissapointed by her partner. Initially, the freedom of the thing excited 
her; she and Cliff could share some strange stuff without threatening their 
marriage. Somehow, though, the sessions hadn't lived up to her expectations 
and now, because her body made demands which Cliff couldn't possibly 
fulfill, she felt she had no choice but to seek her fulfillment 
clandestinely. 

She lay back languidly in the tub and cupped her shining breasts in her 
sudsy hands. The figure of Connie Willard entered her mind; it had been 
there ever since she and Cliff had met the Willards at a block part a month 
ago. Since then, she had run into Connie in various places about town and 
one afternoon they stopped to have coffee and a long, casual chat. There, 
Inez thought, was a woman whose beauty equaled if not surpassed her own. 
Connie had the kind of man she deserved and Inez felt a pang of envy as well 
as a distinct tingling of arousal as she soaped her nipples and thought of 
Rex Willard. What a beautiful man! 

She'd had to catch her breath when she first met him-so magnetic, so glowing 
with virility. Inez knew instantly from his look that he was just as 
attracted to her when they were first introduced and she wondered if Rex and 
Connie were swingers. She'd been planning to ask Connie for weeks, but felt 
a certain reluctance. She didn't know Connie that well; would she be 
offended, jealous? How did she feel about Cliff? And just what kind of 
relationship did she have with Rex? It could be a very touchy question. 

Then, only a few days ago, Cliff had learned from a friend that the Willards 
had been swappers in their old neighborhood. Inez knew that CUff was as 
eager to swap as she and vowed to somehow make a proposal to Connie as soon 
as possible. But even though she knew the truth she kept putting it off ... 
well, she'd have Rex; it was inevitable ... oh, and maybe Connie too ... and 
that big, strapping son of theirs, Keith was his name. 

Her hand had slipped between her legs in the sudsy water and she caught 
herself abruptly. Here she was, daydreaming, when it was waiting for her in 
her own back yard! She didn't need horny fantasies today. Ooooh she hoped 
that gardener had brought a marvelous big hard-on along with his trowel and 
rake-her goodies needed watering! 

She rushed through her bath, drying, combing, and perfuming herself 
hurridly. She chose a pair of bright red panties to bait the bull at the 
right moment! 

She had a new pair of nylons to go with the yellow shift which fit her two 
sizes too small. Leaving the bottom buttons of the shift undone, she slipped 
on the panties. They were snug and Inez was antsy. She headed for the back 
year.... 

Ricco Lorenzo remembered seeing the dark haired woman eyeing him from her 
front porch yesterday. He saw her, as well, step out of her car when she 
returned from shopping. She was rigged out in a tight sleeveless blouse and 
form fitting white bell bottoms which contrasted excitingly with her olive 
dark skin. Ricco saw immediately how truly voluptuous she was. She had bent 
to lift her bags from the trunk and he saw the outline of her panties 
through the straining fabric of her tight slacks. She had lovely, 
pear-shaped buttocks which seemed to be caressing each other as she walked 
up the driveway. 

This morning he began his work quietly. When she had phoned him yesterday, 
he caught some surprisingly heavy vibes. She came on strong in her tone and 
speech. He knew what she wanted. 

"O.K. then," he had said. "I'll see you early sometime tomorrow." 

"Yes, marvelous," she replied. 

There was a pause and then she said, in a very direct fashion: 

"I'll see you too, Mr. Ricco Lorenzo." 

When he came in to her back yard he could see she was still asleep but 
decided not to wake her. There were some dead bushes that had to be uprooted 
and he began digging vigorously. He felt good today; his muscles flowed and 
rippled easily as he spaded the hard earth. A smile set into his darkly 
handsome features as he thought of Madge Williams. 

He had come into her living room after his job was finished to collect his 
fee. Madge was waiting for him on her sofa clad only in her bra and a scanty 
little slip. 

"Ooooh," she had giggled, "Looks like you caught me, Mr. Lorenzo ... please 
excuse my dress-or should I say lack of it?" 

She was not a young woman and there was something ridiculously contrived 
about her whole manner, but her body retained a lovely firmness which her 
underwear accented. 

She was all giggly and nervous and Ricco decided he would end her awkward 
charade at the first opportunity. She patted the couch next to her and he 
noticed she was nude under the slip. 

"Here, come sit here and we'll work out how much I owe you." 

He sat next to her and she began talking about how nice his body was. He 
knew she was starved for it. After a few moments she reached out and 
impulsively squeezed his thigh. He caught her hand in his and smiled into 
her eyes. Her breath fluttered. 

"Oh...." she said. 

He pulled her to him, seizing her lips in a hard kiss. She melted against 
his strong chest as his tongue invaded her soft mouth. He laid her out 
gently, then, pushing the frilly slip to her stomach. He'd been daydreaming. 

"Oh, Mr. Lorenzo...." 

A melodic voice cut short his reverie. It was the beautiful Mrs. Marsdale. 
He felt a bit sheepish; his daydreaming had produced an erection and he was 
conscious of the bulge in his tight work jeans. He turned and they stood for 
a long instant looking at each other in charged silence. She seemed radiant, 
her scarlet lips glistening, her dark hair gleaming and her body and legs 
gave off the sheen of nylon caught in the soft light of the outside 
sunshine. Ricco was breathing a bit heavily and his face and neck glistened 
with prespiration. Inez admired his body with ill-concealed satisfaction. 

They were both becoming conscious of the length of their pause when Inez 
broke the silence with a sudden outburst of musical laughter. He grinned and 
cleared his throat. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Marsdale." 

"Hi, call me Inez. I see you're getting off to an early start. I just got 
out of the sack ... that's a good way to kill boredom, you know-sleep late." 

There was no mistaking the invitation in her voice. 

"Really, Mrs. Marsdale," he replied, "I can think of better ways than that 
to kill boredom." 

"Well," she smiled, "maybe you'll tell me about some of them. You look like 
you could use something to drink." 

"Yeah, sure! I was going to take a break." 

"Beer?" 

"Fine." 

Her dark eyes flashed and she turned to walk back across the patio. The 
clinging sheath left little of her voluptuous lines to the imagination. It 
swelled in the most exciting fashion over the flare of her hips and 
buttocks; she seemed like the embodiment of desire. 

He watched her step across the patio in her pert high heel clogs that drew 
the eye irresistably to the smooth-arched instep and delicate ankles which 
flared out into the exciting rounded calves. Ricco Lorenzo had lain with 
many women, but few had filled his consciousness so overpoweringly as this 
one. 

She returned carrying a tray with two tall glasses of golden beer. He 
followed the graceful movement of her delicious body as she led him to a 
chaise and table on the patio. She reclined in the chaise, holding up a 
glass to him. He took it gratefully, sitting down next to her. As he took a 
long pull on the chilled brew, he noticed that two buttons were open at the 
bottom of her sheath. 

Inez crossed her legs unselfconsciously and the enticing display of 
tightly-nyloned thigh started Ricco's imagination going. He drank in her 
full curves and felt the tightness reassert itself in his loins. Their 
nearness and the current of arousal flowing between them had resulted in 
another weighty pause. Inez broke it again, but now her voice was thick with 
desire. 

"Your shirt seems ... ah, awfully wet. Maybe you should take it off. It's 
going to be another scorcher today, you know." 

"Yes," he said, haltingly, "it is, isn't it?" 

He stood up and drew the sweat-soaked T-shirt over hh head. He heard a 
little sigh escape her as his hairy, barrel chest was bared to her. 

"Here," she Lifted a faded towel from the tray. "I brought you this." 

He slowly wiped his face, arms and gleaming torso. He knew now that she was 
as excited with his body as he was with hers. 

As he resumed his seat, she began chattering about yard work, asking him 
about other jobs, keeping the conversation running. She sat with her ankles 
crossed, constantly flexing and stretching a foot as she talked. She chatted 
on, crossing and uncrossing her legs and, as the sheath gradually slid 
higher he could see the firm nakedness of her thighs above the hose. 

She shifted, her legs parting briefly, and for an instant, Ricco glimpsed 
her bright red panties. 

He must have been staring, for he suddenly became aware that she had stopped 
talking and, when he looked up, he found her eyes on his. She licked her red 
lips and her eyes dropped nervously to the swell in his jeans, which was 
beginning to ache from constriction. This time her voice broke when she 
spoke. 

"Do you like my legs, Ricco ... you don't mind if I call you that?" 

They both realized that her bantering note just failed to make it. He nodded 
dumbly and when he glanced at her look, it was focused on his displacement. 
As though the effort were great, she reached down to lift the hem of her 
skirt, exposing the sleek thighs past the elastic tops of the snug nylons to 
the legbands of her panties. 

Ricco's head was swimming; his vigorous workout, the beer, and her little 
game had primed him and now the scent of her and the throb in his loins had 
become irresistable. He slid over beside her and slid his arm around her 
waist. Her arms came around his thick neck as his fevered lips touched her 
soft and fragrant mouth. She trembled at the shock of his kiss and stiffened 
when the tip of her excited tongue brushed his lips. 

"I like your looks, big man," she panted in his ear as they broke for 
breath, "I like your feel, your smell, your arms. You're a man and I hope 
you're as strong with your prick as you are with your shovel." 

Her words fired him and he crushed her against him in an iron grip, mashing 
her hard breasts against his jeans.... 

...Sometime later he became conscious of her hoarse whisper. 

"Let's go inside, now!" 

Her panties were bunched at her knees in a scarlet swath and his hand was 
moving under the lap of her sheath. His bronze cock was sticking out of his 
jeans like a big, shiny cannon. 

He rose unsteadily and helped her to her feet. The bind of her panties 
almost tripped her as she moved forward and she stopped to strip them off 
her sleek calves. She paused then for a moment, admiring his maleness. 
Suddenly she tossed her panties at its jerking head and dashed across the 
patio, laughing gaily. 

"Toro. Here Toro!" she called. 

The panties caught on his swollen knob and their silken feel made his cock 
jump. He plucked them off and ran after her. 

Inez pushed past the glass door to the patio and sank to the soft carpeting 
of her dining room floor. Ricco halted at the doorway, his big body framed 
there as he watched her writhe her ass into the carpet, her shift unbuttoned 
to her tummy, her thick triangle of pussy fur pulling at him like a magnet. 

He dropped down beside her and fingered her juicy cunt. Inez reached to 
grasp that big thing she'd been pumping on the patio. Her need for it was a 
flaming goad in her loins. 

She was spasming wildly as her sensation built under his stiff fingers and 
all at once she was coming and coming; having it like she hadn't in months. 

"Oh, I'm coming!" 

He laid out her still quivering body and knelt between her thighs. Her 
little moans of fulfillment were muted, as if they came from a distance ... 
he dipped his cock into her pulsing softness. 

At the heated contact of his rigid member her legs locked around him, 
driving him to the hilt. He rocked it into her and she was going off again, 
breathing her ragged sobs into his ear. 

A half hour later he withdrew his half turgid body from hers. Her face had a 
glazed, dreamy smile and little tears of pleasure were trickling down her 
cheeks from her lidded eyes. He bent and spoke softly into her ear. 

"That's one way I know, Mrs. Marsdale, of relieving boredom ... would you 
like to learn some more?" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

NEIGHBORS 

Inez lay alongside the sleeping gardener as the afternoon sun filtered 
through her bedroom curtains. They'd been at it for hours; her cunny was 
still running with his stuff and her mouth was full of its strong flavor. 
Mmmmm, they'd done it every way. 

Her spirits were soaring, a new man had been all she had needed. There was 
no guilt towards Cliff-you only had one life so why not be good to yourself? 
She sat up with a sudden impulse. Rex Willard! Oh, imagine what he could do 
for her! 

All that spicy come stuff oozing all over her inner thighs had her tickly 
with delight. She felt her uncertainty about the Willards dissolve; she 
realized her part was to get past any initial uprightness Connie might have. 
She'd call her right now!! 

Connie Willard was sunning herself in a deck chair on her patio when she 
heard the phone ringing. Uncrossing her long legs, she hurried around the 
edge of their swimming pool to the dining room. She was wearing a tiny 
bikini and her deep tan was a thrilling contrast to her golden blonde hair. 
When she answered the phone, she was surprised to hear Inez Marsdale. 

"Connie?" came a slightly breathless voice. "Yes?" 

"Hello, gorgeous, it's Inez!" 

"Well, hi!" Connie laughed, "You sound all bubbly about something." 

"Ooooh, bubbly isn't the word!" 

"Well then tell me already," asked Connie. "What's happening?" 

"Oh, you'll think me horrible if I tell," Inez was giggling like a little 
girl. 

"I doubt it, Inez. I mean, I sort of know what to expect!" The giggles were 
infectious, and now Connie had them. 

"Well...." came Inez, "I had this gardener doing my yard today-a big 
handsome fellow, you know, and oh, well I was ... I got a little careless, 
you know, and ... oh, I got deliciously raped!" 

Connie was momentarily shocked by the words, but she replied quickly. 

"Well, my-my! Tell me about him." 

"He's Spanish, you know," gushed Inez, "A very exciting man-he's still here, 
in my bed, of course. You see, Cliff's been out of town so much lately that 
I-I just-oh, you must think me horrible!" 

"No! I certainly don't," said Connie, feeling a twinge of guilt at the 
mention of Inez's husband. Connie had just been having a pleasant little 
fantasy about him out on the patio. She'd been wondering just what kind of 
lover a diginified, yet dashing older man like Cliff Marsdale would make. 

"Yes, I guess it must be hard to have a man like Cliff away from home so 
often," she added. 

"Oh, it really is! He's such a wonderful husband to me. I miss him so much 
lately, you know? But a woman needs...." 

Inez sounded sincere and Connie felt she should assure her. 

"Yes, Inez, I know I'd feel the same way if Rex had to travel a lot or 
something. I know I'd just be miserable ... I mean ... I'd probably do the 
same thing as you." 

"Oh, Connie, you're so lucky to have a man like Rex," said Inez, pressing 
the subject. 

Connie was having slight reservations about that score. She'd guessed that 
Rex was playing around on the side and though she'd chosen to ignore it in 
the past, it was beginning to worry her now. She felt somehow cheated ... if 
Rex, and now Inez, could do it without qualms, why shouldn't she? 

"Yes," she said, trying to sound as casual as possible, "well we try not to 
restrict each other ... but we trust each other too, so nobody worries." 

"Yes, I hear you're both pretty free swinging," said Inez, drawing a breath, 
"Cliff heard from a friend of his about some of those parties in your old 
neighborhood." 

Connie spoke quickly to conceal her surprise. 

"Oh, yes ... we had some real fun neighbors ... they...." 

"Well, I'm sure they weren't the only ones having fun," Inez interjected, 
teasingly. 

"No, of course we had some delightful times." Connie knew what the next 
question would be, she'd heard it before. Inez came to the point in an even 
voice. 

"Then what would you think of Mr. and Mrs. Marsdale getting together with 
Mr. and Mrs. Willard at our place some night?" 

Connie's first impulse was the old fear, but the thought of Cliff Marsdale 
overrode it. For once she could have someone who excited her! She heard 
herself reply: 

"Sounds groovy! I'm sure Rex will go for it." 

"Marvelous!" breathed Inez, relieved and elated, "Cliff will be coming back 
tonight and he'll be here through the weekend. I'll talk to him first, so 
don't tell Rex yet-Cliff will probably call him tomorrow." 

"Fine," said Connie, her own spirits rising, "if all goes well, how about 
Saturday night?" 

"You're a honey! You'll find out that you and Rex aren't the only swingin' 
swappers in Ralston Heights." 

"Well, I'd always hoped we weren't," laughed Connie. As she spoke, she heard 
a male voice calling Inez from the background. 

"Oh," giggled Inez, "seems I'm wanted in the bedroom ... call you tomorrow." 

"Bye," said Connie as she heard the receiver click. I can just imagine the 
kind of stud Inez had waiting for her in the bedroom, she thought, 
enviously. 

What she couldn't imagine and wouldn't have believed was the amount of spunk 
in Ricco Lorenzo's genitals when Inez went back and sucked him off. 

Keith Willard was trying hard to stay awake in his stuffy, Friday afternoon 
Physics class when Sherry Marsdale walked into the room. She was rarely late 
and Keith took the opportunity to appraise her long, alluring body as she 
walked down the row of desks. She took a seat a few aisles over from his and 
looked across, meeting his gaze. She gave him a smile and a cute expectant 
look and Keith, slightly embarrassed at being caught staring, smiled back. 

The professor was giving a lecture on energy in a voice that was, at best, a 
boring drone. Half the class was dozing and the other half were doing 
assignments from other subjects. Keith knew he could pick up the lecture 
material from the text and slipped into daydreaming. 

The subject of energy wasn't far from his thoughts. He had needed plenty of 
it to win that relay in yesterday's meet with Ralston's crosstown rival, 
Huston High. He'd picked up an easy first in the breast stroke and free 
stroke and had to reach back for it to win as anchor man in the relay. 

Sherry Marsdale had been in the stands watching and Keith had been surprised 
to see her there. It seemed that every time he looked up, her eyes were on 
him. She wasn't cheering or making a lot of noise and didn't even seem 
particularly interested in the meet, she was simply watching him. 

He looked at her now as she sat listening to the lecture with an absent 
expression. Her legs were crossed and one foot was swinging lazily back and 
forth. It struck Keith that there was something about her, a mature serene 
kind of charm, which none of the other girls in the senior class, even Pam 
Brewster, possessed. 

She had come to Ralston early in senior year, a move which is often painful 
for a teenager since it means establishing a whole new set of contacts and 
friendships in the space of one year. Sherry took the whole thing gracefully 
as far as Keith could see. 

Although she had quite a few friends, she maintained a certain aloofness to 
the many cliques which pervaded the class. She dated mostly football 
players, but Keith knew she had no steadies among them. 

It was beginning to dawn on Keith that she was perhaps the most desirable 
girl in the class, and he felt a curious sort of regret that he'd never 
dated her. He'd spoken with her occasionally in class, but it had never 
occurred to him to try to follow up on their conversations. 

He was simply too involved with the many girls he had known in the class for 
four years and this new girl seemed involved with football players and that 
was all there was to it. As he studied the long curves of her body and the 
fall of her blonde hair, the idea began to form in his head that maybe it 
wasn't too late in the year after all.... 

His thoughts drifted back to yesterday's meet and he recalled, with a smile, 
the moment when Sherry's mother had walked into the pool enclosure. It was 
close to the end of the meet when Mrs. Marsdale came swinging through the 
gate and a rather dramatic silence momentarily overtook the boisterous 
rooting stands. She sat with Sherry for the remainder of the contest and 
Keith guessed she had come to drive her home. 

He noticed that Mrs. Marsdale also had her eyes fixed on him and that they 
had a special gleam in them. When the meet was over, Keith glanced over as 
the mother and daughter made their way through the stands-what a beautiful 
pair of women! 

He knew his own mother was on good terms with Mrs. Marsdale and wondered 
what kind of gal she was. She struck Keith as the kind of female who would 
need more than one man to keep her ashes hauled. 

The bell abruptly cut short Keith's daydreaming as well as the lecture. The 
professor had placed some graded quiz papers on his desk and a big crowd of 
students quickly formed at the front of the room. Keith stretched and sat 
back in his desk, not especially eager to join the crush. He glanced across 
the room and noticed that Sherry Marsdale was deliberately lingering as 
well. He felt a sudden upswing in his pulse rate. 

Eventually the crowd thinned out and Sherry, gathering her purse and books, 
stood up and headed to the front of the room. As she did so, she flashed 
Keith a brief, coquettish smile and he knew instantly that if he was ever 
going to make it with this fascinating girl, now was the time for his move. 
He got up and followed her out. 

Sherry picked up her paper and left the room without pausing. Keith snatched 
his off the desk and barely glancing at it, stepped out into the hallway. 
Sherry was pushing through the door to the student courtyard. 

Keith walked quickly after her, not wishing to betray his eagerness by 
running. He realized that this was an unfamiliar position for him. The 
chicks usually come to him and things went pretty easily from there. What 
should he say to her? At the risk of sounding foolish, he decided to start 
with the most immediate subject of mutual interest. 

"Say Sherry," he called. 

She stopped instantly and turned smiling. She had that expectant glimmer in 
her eye and he knew she had been awaiting his voice. 

"Well," he said, slightly out of breath, "how did you do on Stadler's quiz?" 

"Oh, I passed," she smiled. "How about yourself?" 

Keith realized he hadn't even noticed his grade. 

"Uh, to tell you the truth-I didn't even look." 

Then both laughed and Keith felt a lot more relaxed. She took things cool 
and casual and he felt his confidence return. 

"Since when have you become a swimming fan?" he asked as they walked on, "I 
thought you were big on football players." 

"Well, let's just say that the football players happened to be big on me and 
that it took me a semester to find out that the attraction wasn't terribly 
mutual." 

They laughed again and Keith felt his desire for her building. He wasn't 
quite sure what to say next. 

"We have another meet tomorrow, we're...." 

"I know," she said. "I was planning to be there." 

The unmistakable directness of her tone told Keith that now was the time to 
make his move. He knew further delays would only be awkward. 

"Well look ... are you doing anything Saturday night? I thought maybe we 
could...." 

"No, I'm not doing anything Saturday and I'd be delighted if you could," she 
replied and they were both laughing again. 

"My parents are going to-uh some kind of party," said Sherry, "so why don't 
you just come over to my place about eight-thirty or so?" 

"Great, sounds great," said Keith, elated. Sherry slowed as they reached the 
parking lot. 

"Listen Keith, I might as well tell you ... Dave Jardine had already asked 
me out for Saturday night, but I'll tell him ... well, I'll think of some 
way out." 

"Well, wait...." said Keith, a bit taken aback, "I don't want to, urn...." 

"No, it's all right," she assured him, "I don't really want to think about 
anyone else this weekend." 

They paused and for a long moment, drank each other in with fevered eyes. 

"Well," Sherry breathed, "see you Saturday." 

"She turned and walked across the parking lot, flashing that smile of hers 
over her shoulder. Keith watched her pert little bottom swaying under her 
tight mini-dress. What a woman, he thought! She's got it and knows how to 
use it! The image of their two bodies entwined in copulation flashed through 
his mind. He managed to somehow take his eyes off her and headed for the 
locker room. He had swimming practice and wanted to be able to fit into his 
jock-strap. 

Cliff Marsdale was not the kind of man who liked to rush things. He had the 
silver-haired good looks of an aging screen star and one of the reasons time 
had been so good to him was that he always took things smoothly and 
deliberately. But when his wife, Inez, had hatched her swapping scheme last 
night he could hardly wait to take it up with Rex Willard. He called him 
early this morning and found Rex enthusiastic over the idea. Saturday 
night-eight o'clock-2230 Hillside Court, Ralston Heights. 

He sat back at his office desk. It had been a long and tiring week of 
travel, but the thought of Connie Willard had put some of the old fire in 
his blood. I may be approaching the autumn of my years, he mused, but a 
woman like that could bring the summer heat out of any man. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

KEITH SCORES 

"Oh Keith, I need you in the kitchen." 

Sherry's voice came from the back of the house as Keith sat among the plush 
furnishings and expensive decors of the Marsdale living room. 

"Coming, angel," he called, rising. 

He had driven up to her house a few minutes ago. When Sherry answered the 
front door in the darkened hallway, the porch light had bathed her ravishing 
body in its half glow. Keith had stood mute for a moment, enraptured with 
the loveliness of her face and figure. Then Sherry was smiling and inviting 
him in. 

Both were under the spell of desire and the sudden darkness when the door 
closed behind them was charged with its pull. As they spoke in hushed and 
vibrant tones the full grip of their passionate, youthful bodies slowly 
overtook them. There was no need for any hemming or hawing, any hesitation. 

She led him into the dimly-lit living room and he saw she was clothed in a 
silken lavendar mini-sheath, soft and slinky on her smooth curves. She asked 
if he wanted something to drink and Keith said it sounded like a good idea. 
He watched the flare of her bottom under the short hem, as her figure 
receded from the room. Her panties were a simmering shade of purple. A 
purple panther of passion and lavendar laced delight. 

Keith moved through the hallway, now, calmly and without haste. He knew he 
had found for the first time, a girl who completely possessed him, a woman 
he would, he must, fulfill. He felt like he was gliding on his feet. 

Sherry was perched on a chair next to the sink and below the pinewood 
kitchen cabinets. Opening a cabinet door she stepped up on the sink in front 
of it. 

"I have to reach up here for the glasses. I'll hand them down to you." 

The mini-shift was simply meaningless from where he stood below her. The 
panties were tight and above the lacy nip of the legbands he could see all 
her shadowed charms through a clinging purple film. Somehow he retained a 
remarkable sense of ease and restraint, though he made no attempt to hide 
from her the bulging knot in his pants. 

She reached back into the cabinet and Keith heard the clink of glass as the 
movement drew the mini-hem even higher over the swell of her bottom. He 
reached for the sparkling glasses she held out. 

"Here," he heard himself say, "Let me help you down." 

He took her waist in his powerful hands and she seemed to float down into 
his arms against him. The sheath slid up to her fluttering stomach and her 
thighs caressed his to the knees. They froze, eyes flashing to the mould of 
their loins. Keith saw a sheer purple swath beneath the upleafted sheath. 

"My," he breathed, "a lavender lover." 

"Yes they go well together ... like us." 

Her face was sultry, reverently radiant. Her lips were moist and he could 
see the even row of her pearly teeth behind their parted scarlet gleam. 
Suddenly her braless bosom was swelling hard against him. He bent his head 
and kissed her yielding mouth. 

Their bodies were trembling in their surging mold when they wrenched their 
lips apart, gasping for breath. 

"We've got some Portuguese wine," she managed to whisper, "I think you'll 
like it." 

She slid from his arms and pushed her sheath down. Her lidded eyes were 
fixed on the straining assertion of his manhood. Her breasts heaved as her 
breath came in little sighs. 

She took a bottle from the lower shelf of the cabinet and keith followed the 
golden glow of her swaying hair as she led him into the living room. He took 
the glasses and bottle from her as she nestled up to him on the sofa and 
poured the dark, red wine. They kissed the rims of their glasses and toasted 
with a gentle clink. There was a certain reciprocal grace, a certain 
sophistication in their movements which was anything but the manner of high 
school youths. They had passed that stage when they found each other. 

The wind was strong, yet mellow and it seemed to be singing in his blood, 
dancing in his head. Sherry's voice was a sweet flow of musical tones. 

"You're lucky you can swim so well," she was saying, "I love the feel of 
water around me ... holding me. I feel like I'm making love to some kind of 
flowing god, you know?" 

He knew well what she meant. Swimming was on almost as high a plateau of 
delight with him as balling. But he knew nothing would match the current of 
her coursing body. 

"Mmmm," he said, "that's just what I feel. It does wonders for the body, all 
over." 

"Yes," she laughed gaily, floating on the red love juice, "I can see water's 
not the only thing that does wonders for you." 

She tugged the waistband of his beltless levis above the lump of his thigh 
lap, playfully laughing still. Keith was about to set down his glass when he 
heard her ask. 

"Tell me about Pam," she whispered, "tell me how it was with her." 

Surprised, he wondered what she wanted to hear. 

"Well we were at her place," he said, stumbling, "and we-" 

"No, I mean tell me how you did it. C'mon, what was she wearing, how did it 
start? I'm not jealous or anything, I'm just...." 

"Yeah, I know," he grinned. "I am curious-Lavendar." 

They giggled and he decided to give her the verbal teasing she wanted. There 
was no hurry, the game was all in fun, sort of like tickling each other in 
some secret place. 

"Well," he began, savoring the excitement they both felt. "When I arrived 
she was dressed in black leather boots-to the knees, you know-and she had a 
black leather bra and real tight black leather briefs. She'd been rubbing 
herself through the leather with a bronze likeness of my, uh ... guess what 
... I'd given it to her ... the statue that is...." 

He paused to briefly join her laughter. They were both enjoying themselves 
immensely. He continued. 

"We laid down on the buffalo skin rug and well, she was pretty turned on 
because, well ... even if the statue wasn't quite as hard as the real thing, 
it looked like it, you know." 

Her laughter was wine light and sparkling and spun his senses with a 
trickling undercurrent of ardor. 

"The first thing I did was to introduce her to my breast stroke. It's a 
prize winner if I may say so for myself." He paused, "Oh ... would you like 
a demonstration?" 

"Groovy," she breathed, her tongue wetting her lower Up. 

He placed his hand on her belly and rubbed her through the silken fabric. 

"Well," he said, "it's really quite a polished stroke." 

He moved his palm in a polishing motion up her belly and his fingers slid 
deftly over a jutting breast. He cupped and rotated it, his fingertips 
heating her to their gentle rhythm. 

She slid her arms around his neck, slowly, careful not to spill what was 
left of her drink. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was opening and 
closing soundlessly-a goldilocked goldfish, he thought. He bent Iris head in 
her enbrace, speaking softly into her ear.... 

"What say we go for a dip?" 

"Mmmm," she sang as his hand kept up its insistent motion, "is your breast 
stroke the only stunt you know?" 

"Oh, no," he replied, "I'm also quite good at high diving." 

"Let's see what kind of form you have then," her voice sounding, a bit 
strained as he felt the touch of her hand on his inner thigh. 

"Well, first of all, I like to warm up by testing the pool." 

"Go right ahead." Her voice had lost its Lightness of tone. She put her 
drink on the coffee table and slid down into the couch. The sheath was 
conveniently hiked up to her navel by the movement and Keith noticed a 
little bow at the apex of the purple panties. 

He slowly moved his hand from her breast and down along the front of her 
body. He dipped a stiff finger into the dimple of nylon between her 
trembling thighs. The fabric was slick and slippery; Sherry was dewy moist 
and shivering with joy. 

"Mmmm," he murmured," looks good, feels good, now I wonder how it-" 

"The bow!" she gasped, as he sank to his knees in front of her spreading 
legs. "Undo the bow...." 

He pulled gently at it and the panty crotch suddenly unfolded, baring her 
pulsing charms. The lavendar made a lovely frame for her fluffy blonde tuft 
and pouting pussy. He bent his head, the caress of his breath sending little 
spirals of lust through her loins and legs. 

He lapped her cunt lips and nibbled her clit like a thirsty little kitten 
with a fresh bowl of cream. His tongue was whipping up a little frenzy of 
foam as his face nuzzled her pantied belly and Sherry sang out from the 
cushiony clutch of the couch. 

Her joy juice was spicy sweet, a running cup of her body's lust flavor. He 
lost himself to the brimming hilt, tonguing its rim, sampling her frothy 
broth. He'd never tasted one so sweet. 

He sensed the pulse of her release and plunged his tongue deeper and harder 
as her pussy seemed to dilate around it. Then her fingers were digging into 
his scalp and he heard her strangled little cries of rapture. The flow of 
her honey was thick and hot and he kept his lips glued to her passion mouth 
as her body exploded in a paroxysm of feverish delight. 

He licked and kissed the tender flesh of her marble smooth thighs as her 
after-tremors gradually calmed. Her panties were soaked with love juice as 
was Keith's shirt and chin. Her aroma filled the still simmering air of the 
room as Keith slowly lifted his head from between her legs. Sherry was 
dazed, drunk, she had never been so high, so dizzy, with lust. 

"Mmmm," she groaned, as her gun gave a few final throbs. Keith licked her 
goodies from his chin and lips. 

"Water's fine, baby." 

Sherry chuckled at the resumption of their little game. Oooh, she was all 
hot and sticky, wet and wild, juicy with want for what he still had to give 
her. She writhed her crotch and smiled down the slope of her stretched out 
body at him. He was grinning Like the cat who'd eaten the canary ... Oh, he 
sure knew how to pluck the nest! 

"Take off my panties, hon," she whispered excitedly, "and then show me what 
other stunts you're capable of." 

He dallied, teasing her tender inner thighs with his fingertips, feather 
stroking her sopping puss with his tongue tip. 

"Oooh, come on, baby ... take them off ... my panties ... baby, come on. Let 
it out ... " 

He took his time though her voice was firing him. He hooked his finger into 
the waistband of those inflammatory undies and let them snap against her 
tensing belly. 

"Oh Keith, please ... get em off ... I'm burning up ... please...." 

Her need was genuine and Keith decided to oblige. Taking the waistband, he 
rolled them down liesurely, exposing her bit by bit. He pulled them away 
from the damp, sticky mound of love, sliding them over her thighs, calves 
and ankles in a long caress of lavendar nylon. 

They dropped to the floor and Keith stood up over her panting, half nude 
body, between her spread-eagled legs and she looked up at him weakly, 
meekly. Her eyes focused on the tent-like protrusion in his pants. 

"Now, for my last stunt...." he was saying. 

He unsnapped and unzipped the levis in one smooth motion, stripping them 
swiftly down his legs. She saw the tight fitting jockey shorts for an 
instant and then they too were skinned down his body and oh, oh it was 
beautiful. A big, bobbing cobra of cockflesh, angry, enflamed. A white pearl 
of sperm crowned the turgid mushroom tip, which cast a purplish glow in the 
half-light. 

The sight of it had her mouth watering, her stomach churning with a lewd, 
animal hunger. There was something lascivious, something salacious, goatish 
about the way it danced hypnotically in her face as it drew her up from the 
cushions of the couch. 

Yes, she thought, he's like some kink of satyr ... a lust satyr. That rigid 
prong, standing staring from the furry core of his lower body ... Oooh, he 
would sate her, slake her, make her. And she would suck his big manly 
mouthful and then when he was ready to burst, take him ... oh yes ... He had 
played his satyr's song on her pleasure flute and now she would shower his 
prick-piccolo with her own nymph music ... yes ... oh, yes ... her pursed 
lips moved closer to the polished flute. 

Keith felt the touch of her lips on the tender tip of his turgid corona and 
looked down to see it slip noiselessly into Sherry's mouth. Her tongue tip 
found the little hole on his head and probed, drawing the drops of his 
brimming semen load into her mouth. 

He felt her hands on his calves and thighs, kneading the hard surfaces 
through the thick, dark mat of his curling body hair. His huge mouthful of 
cock, the pungent odor of his arousal, and the surfeit of maleness of her 
clawing fingers found in his rock solid muscles were driving her wild. Her 
greedy, seeking hands slid up his thighs and found his bloated balls in the 
pubic undergrowth, squeezing and jiggling the heavy sperm sacs. 

God, he was hung! Her mouth moved faster on his ramrod hard-on. Her lips 
slipped back and forth over the gorged crest, her tongue laving the long 
scrotum, her fingers moving lovingly on his testicles ... her nostrils 
flared ... her eyes squeezed shut ... her breath choked. 

He had stiffened taut as a bow, buttocks quivering as the sensation swamped 
him. His hands found her bobbing, golden head, and he ran his fingers 
through her silken hair and caressed the sensitive wisps behind her ears. 
Suddenly her movement slowed and she was mouthing his tip with a feather 
soft touch. Keith gave an involuntary cry of pleasure and his prick jumped 
with steel hardness. He felt the pressure steadily increasing.... 

He gently but firmly pulled her head away, lifting her to her feet by her 
armpits. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes glazed, her mouth smeared with 
lipstick, semen and saliva as he pulled her against him. She moaned and 
hunched her hips as his powerful prod slid against her bared crotch. 

The next thing he knew, her sheath had fallen away from her long, gleaming 
body and her pink tipped breasts were bouncing in front of him. They sank 
slowly to the floor as his lips found a turgid nipple. She pumped his penis, 
tight-fisted, squeezing and he growled hoarsely. 

They squirmed and squealed in their animal embrace, hands rubbing, probing, 
kneading, pinching. He took her by her slender shoulders and laid her out on 
the soft carpeting and she saw the arch of his huge glowing cock as he knelt 
between her thighs. He nosed his knob gingerly against her puckered pussy 
and Sherry felt like she was on the crest of a wave which had only begun to 
gather force. 

He slid the gorged length of his coveted cock into her body and Sherry 
screamed with pleasure-pain she'd never known. He buried it to the hilt in 
her streaming cunny, the crisp mats of their pubic hair grinding entangled 
as he filled her with his heat and steel.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

CARD GAME 

Originally, the swappers were to met at the Marsdale's. But, when Inez 
learned that Sherry had invited Keith over for Saturday night, she quickly 
phoned Connie and plans were made to have the affair at the Willard's. Inez 
was dying to see their beautiful new home and the thought that she and Cliff 
would be pairing off there added a sinful excitement to the whole thing. 

Connie Willard was sitting by the dining room window when the Marsdale's 
drove up at eight sharp. She could see they were impressed with the 
expensive spread of the front yard as they walked to the door. At the sight 
of Cliff, her heart fluttered. It seemed like months since she'd first met 
him at a block party and though he'd been constantly in and out of her 
thoughts since then, he now seemed more handsome than she remembered. She 
called to Rex and in a few moments they heard the chime of the doorbell. 

Rex had been getting a hard-on all day at the prospect of screwing Inez 
Marsdale. For some reason, when he'd first met the couple, swapping hadn't 
occurred to him. Since their last few swapping experiences swapping had been 
rather ordinary, he and Connie had hardly discussed it. The few 
acquaintences they'd made among their neighbors were of the upper class, 
"highly respectable" type and, on the basis of this, he simply assumed 
swapping was "out" with the Ralston Heights set. He'd gradually begun to 
think of it as a thing of the past. 

Inez had struck him as a first rate beauty and he knew that Cliff probably 
couldn't give her enough to keep her from straying. She fairly exhuded 
sensuality and when they were introduced, the seductive gleam of those dark 
lashed, Latin eyes was inspiring. He liked Cliff; a straight forward, warm, 
no-bullshit type of guy. But the Marsdale's hadn't struck Rex as swingers 
and when Cliff had phoned him, he guessed immediately that Inez was behind 
it. Such delightful surprises occurred often in his life. 

When he answered the door, Inez's hot look struck him momentarily dumb, but 
he regained his poise quickly enough to greet them like a proper host. Cliff 
looked turned on too, and Rex was glad he would have Connie. He was thinking 
ahead; Marsdale just might be the guy who would please her enough to make a 
return bout possible. 

Both couples were dressed casually, although the women had spent a few hours 
preening themselves. Rex was dressed in a tight fitting sport shirt which 
showed off his powerful arms and Cliff was wearing a stylish tan turtleneck 
sweater; both wore tight fitting slacks. 

Inez had on a pair of tight navy-blue bellbottoms and a tight cashmere 
sweater while Connie was rigged out in a matching pink blouse and mini-skirt 
which set off her blonde hair alluringly. Inez was braless and Connie had on 
one of those half bras; her nipples were poking seductively in the thin 
blouse. Her attraction to Cliff was evident right away. 

The swap-mates were eyeing each other with ill-concealed hunger as Rex led 
them to the living room. They draped themselves restlessly on the expensive 
furniture and an infectious excitement swept the room. Hang-ups and personal 
reservations dissolved quickly as they exchanged pleasantries and laughter. 
Both couples were pros at the game and both sensed that, at long last, 
they'd met their match. Rex volunteered to mix the drinks while Connie 
suggested a brief tour of the house. As they left the room, Rex admired the 
tightness of Inez's bellbottoms on the dazzling lines of her lower body; the 
outline of her panties cut a cute frame for her curvy bottom. He noticed 
that Cliff was following Connie's feline flow with equally avid eyes. 

When he returned with the drinks, Rex was surprised to find that Connie had 
made the first move. She was seated next to Cliff on one of the twin sofas 
while Inez waited for Rex on the other. She looked at him approbatively, but 
Rex had a grin one his face as wide as Cliff's. 

They sat for a while discussing their views on marital sex-its real 
problems, restrictions and responsibilities. They all seemed agreed that 
when discretion was used and jealousy overcome, swapping was one of the most 
rewarding forms of enjoyment for a married couple. Their mutual confessions 
showed that they shared the same liberal viewpoint-namely, whenever 
possible, "if it feels good do it!" The drinks went quickly and Rex provided 
refills as fast as the glasses emptied. 

Cliff ventured that he thought such discussion made everyone a lot looser. 
Connie proved his point with bluntness that was unusual for her. 

"What's there to discuss, anyway?" she asked. 

There was a short silence followed by a loud chorus of laughter. Rex saw 
that everybody seemed pretty excited and moved to adjourn the meeting. 
Connie went over to the stereo and asked if there were any requests. 

"Something slow," said Inez, nestling against Rex's muscular arm. 

Connie put on a mellow, rolling jazz number and wiggled her hips at Cliff 
while Inez pulled Rex off the couch. She glanced at his tight slacks and 
knew she would get a real eyeful of cockbulge when he got it up. 

Inez rotated her belly in a tight circle against his as he slid his big arms 
around her waist. She lifted her crotch as their thighs rubbed intensely. 
Oh, she just couldn't wait to find out what he had between his legs! It 
wasn't long before she felt the swell of his big plunger against her thigh. 
Inez shifted her hips accomodatingly and rubbed where it was sure to do the 
most good through the clinging V of her bellbottoms and panties. Oh, he had 
a monster. 

"Mmmmmm," she purred, "You must have been a great football player-such a 
lovely big goalpost!" 

She giggled softly as Rex boldly fondled her squirming bottom, heating her 
up front and back. 

"Right," he said, "lots of touchdowns." 

Connie was getting her share of ginny panty fun too. Cliff had worked her 
skirt up slowly as she danced and was giving her the same groovy groin play. 
Her pink panties were real tight and smooth and so sheer she quivered with 
shock when Cliff slipped his hands over her fanny. Her face was flushed and 
Cliff could hear her little sighs as he gave her a dry workout in time with 
the music. He whispered exciting little things in her ear as her titties 
mashed against him and his swelling prick slid sensuously beneath the 
bunched skirt. 

"Oh, my!" she breathed, rapidly losing control, "Oh, oh, that's just 
wonderful." 

In all too short a time, the record shut off and while everyone stood around 
panting and drooling, Connie wished she had put on more. Everyone was sort 
of wondering just what to do next, or, rather, how to go about doing it when 
Rex came to the rescue. He liked the way things were going, and could see 
his wife did too; he had just thought of a real good way to build things up. 

"How about a little round of swap poker?" 

"Anything like strip poker?" asked Cliff. 

"Right," Rex grinned at Inez, "swap-strip!" 

"Groovy!" bubbled Inez eager to get that big thing out of his pants, "break 
out the dick, I mean deck!" 

Everybody laughed gaily, drunk on gin and the scent of warm poon. 

"Say, Freudian slips count as a winning hand for your partner!" said Rex, 
banteringly. He didn't expect her to call his bluff. 

"Skirt or sweater?" she grinned, eyes sparkling. 

"Hey, no fair!" chided Connie, "You've got less clothes on anyway!" 

Inez blushed as all eyes moved to the braless quiver of her big breasts in 
the tight sweater. She was secretly proud of her titties and her nipples 
stiffened with delight at all the attention they were getting. Oh good, they 
felt good in the cuddly sweater--yeah she could wait! 

Connie moved the coffee table in front of one of the sofas and Rex brought 
in a pair of chairs and a deck of cards from the kitchen, flanking the 
chairs at the table's ends. Then he pulled up a hassock facing the couch. 

"O.K." he said, straddling the hassock, his cock hard in his slacks. "Face 
your partners!" 

Inez took the couch across from him and Cliff and Connie squared off in the 
chairs. Rex drew a pack of cards from a mahogany box on the coffee table. 

"Kings and Queens wild," he said, "Speeds things up!" 

"Say," mused Cliff, "I wonder if your son and our daughter are having as 
much fun as us?" 

Connie and Rex exchanged quick glances and laughed. Their son's coinciding 
date with the Marsdale girl had completely slipped their mind. 

"I'm sure Keith won't have any trouble," Inez giggled, "I hear he takes 
after his father." 

"Well," grinned Rex, "I'm sure we know who Sherry takes after." 

He shuffled and dealt swiftly. 

Connie Willard trembled with delight as she saw her hand held two queens and 
two aces. She knew she had the first winner! Oh, wow she was all ginny and 
excited! She'd worn her mini just so she could show off those little panties 
of hers and was prepared to provide Cliff a pink eyeful anytime he decided 
to look. She kept spreading her knees, giving him a wide shot of her vista. 
His eyes fairly popped with delight and Connie knew he could see all she had 
and that he loved it! 

His groovy dance step had her so hot that she could hardly look at him 
without feeling she was going to cream her panties! Cliff kept smiling 
brazenly at her with those piercing steely eyes of his and she knew he was 
getting pretty steamed up looking at her panties between her legs. His rod 
had formed a lovely, long ridge on the inside of his pantsleg. 

She showed her hand. She had heard her gin-thick voice telling Cliff to take 
off his turtleneck. He whipped it off and that almost did it for her. The 
dark mat of hair on his broad chest and spare stomach was a thrilling 
contrast to his silver-gray head. 

Connie had to squeeze her thighs together tightly to keep from having one 
right there. She knew if she did, that she would be shamefully out of 
control-probably cream and goo all over the coffee table, she thought. Wow! 
She hadn't felt so shivery slippery in ages! This strip thing was really 
turning her tap on full blast!" 

She waited impatiently as Inez teasingly played two successive winning 
hands; she had Rex first take off his shoes then his socks. 

Then it was Cliff's turn to win and Connie felt her heart flitter when he 
told her to take her blouse off. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath 
as her shaking fingers undid the blouse from behind and her titties strained 
the material in front daringly. 

Then the blouse was slipping into her lap and her half bare beauties were 
exposed. The lacy black bra covered only the bottom slopes and the creamy 
white mounds thrust out invitingly. Her rosy pink nipples were throbbing so 
hard she was dizzy! She could see Cliff was having a hard time keeping 
himself from reaching across the table and.... 

When Rex had first suggested swap-poker, Connie's initial reaction had been 
one of self-consciousness. Even at their other switch sessions, she had 
never undressed for more than one person. But beneath her apparent 
embarrasment at this role of stripper was a powerful stirring of excitement, 
enhanced by the presence of another woman and her own husband. 

Under her refined exterior Connie was a secret exhibitionist. When she was a 
well-developed sixteen years old she would dress and undress in front of her 
open window, directly facing the bedroom window of a handsome widower next 
door. 

Oh man, was it exciting! She would turn on the light and mince around in her 
bra and a tiny pair of transparent panties she'd stolen from a downtown 
lingerie shop. She'd seen the pretty panties on a shiny gold mannekin in the 
shop window and knew they were just the thing for her pleasure peep show. 
She didn't get much money from her parents so she was resolved to steal 
them. One day she went into the store and began dawdling in front of the 
slip rack. 

She saw the panties on a counter near one of the dressing rooms, so she 
picked out a slip and asked the sales lady if she could try it on. As she 
headed towards the back, she snatched the slip. 

Her heart was throbbing as she drew the curtain of the stall, but she knew 
they hadn't see the theft; it added to her excitement as she admired the 
panties. She wore nothing under her skirt so she just stepped right into the 
whisper sheer things. Mmmmm, they fit her real tight! 

She had put the slip back and left and as she walked down the street they 
had felt so snug and slinky she almost creamed them on the spot. 

And so, every night and sometimes in the morning too, she would open her 
curtains and parade around in her sexy underwear until her legs started 
trembling. Then she would draw the curtain, lay back on the bed and diddle 
herself until she almost passed out from pleasure. 

She knew the widower watcher her every movement. Furtive at first, she would 
only see a single, uplifted blind. Then, he became bolder, drawing up the 
blinds and leaning against the window sill. Sometimes he would even take off 
his shirt. 

Connie had never acknowledged his presence, carrying on as if he wasn't 
there, while his eyes devoured every movement of her young body. She was 
careful to avoid him when she knew he was around, but she watched him on the 
rare occassions he was outside caring for his house and yard. He was 
handsome and when she played with herself, she fantasized it was him with 
his hands in her panties. Mr. Peterson was his name. Oh, she had dreams 
about Peterson's penis. 

One night, when she was clad in only her panties, giving her titties a 
little jiggle as she strutted, she noticed him in his window-naked! She 
paused, pretending to be looking in a hand mirror and stared. He was 
grinning at her. 

She went into a jerking little dance, writhing her crotch at him while she 
cuddled her titties. It went on like this for weeks: they would face each 
other and play with themselves until he started spurting all over the window 
pane. Then Connie would he back and finish herself off. They were never 
discovered. 

One afternoon she was lying in the back yard sunning herself in a little 
bikini when she heard a voice from the adjoining yard. It was him, looking 
over the fence and calling to her. She was terrified at first, she had 
thought he worked during the day. What should she say, what would he do? 

Her mother and father had gone to the city for the day and he must have 
known for he bounded over the fence and came towards her. He was wearing a 
pair of swimming trunks and she could see the protrusion of his thing. She 
rolled over alarmed. 

Her parents were strict Catholics and had filled her with all sorts of 
strange and forbidding notions about sex . ... She had never seen one this 
closely ... it looked oh, so big! 

He had spoken to her in soothing tones, he liked her body and thanked her 
for the swell shows. Then he was kneeling down and fingering her swim top; 
she pulled away frightened. Come on, he said, he'd seen them so what's wrong 
with up close? 

She had started to get up, but he had forced her down roughly on her back 
and worked his body between her Hailing legs. She saw his face above her 
twisted with fierce consuming lust, felt his hot breath on her neck and 
suddenly the weight of his penis was wedged against her swim panty. 

She went limp in his grip and looked down as he whipped out his long, 
throbbing weapon. He fucked her savagely, and she could recall the rending 
pain mixed with the incredible sensations of pleasure before she blacked 
out. 

That ended her little performances. Her private shame and guilt were 
overpowering and she became once more the refined young lady her mother 
wanted her to be. Then she met Rex and he opened up the gates of pleasure to 
her, but there remained that side of her, dormant, supressed, concealed, but 
always tempting her to let it through, to let it show just a little-just a 
peep. 

Now, as she sat facing Cliff, her titties thrilling, the unexpected 
fulfillment of her forbidden hungers titillated her in a deep, secret place 
and she reveled in it. Cliff was dealing now and he must have stacked the 
deck because she pulled out another winner. Cliff's slacks slid down and his 
prick was pointing like a bird-dog in his blue silk boxer shorts. 

Inez scored with Rex and he too was bare chested. Then it was Rex's turn 
with Inez and her big, shining breasts burst out magnificently as the 
sweater went over her head. Connie felt a strange effervescence. She had 
never been this close to another woman's breasts and oh ... there was 
something thrilling about it! 

She was still looking at them when she heard Cliff telling her to take her 
skirt off. She had been completely oblivious to the last hand, which she had 
won. 

It was her big moment, the one, perhaps, she'd always longed for in all her 
years as the serene sophisticated lady of a successful man. Her pan I 
y-fantasy come true! She was keening all over with her private pink-kini 
pleasure, little currents of joy shooting through her as her skirt dropped 
to her ankles ... the front of her panties were soaked and, oh, everyone 
could see!!! 

She was standing, dazed and dreamy, staring at Cliff's cock poking right up 
at her, pointing, when she heard Rex's voice. 

"Maybe you two should finish elsewhere," he said, beaming, "Why don't you 
and Cliff use the bedroom, hon, we'll stay in here." 

She didn't care that her husband had his eyes fixed on Inez Marsdale's big 
boobs when he spoke to her. She was led from the room, as if in a trance, by 
a drooling Cliff Marsdale. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

ENTERTAINMENT 

Cliff Marsdale softly shut the door of the luxurious Willard bedroom and 
turned to face Connie, his pleasure snake bobbing and slithering under the 
satiny thinness of his blue shorts. He was a secret dandy and liked the way 
he looked and felt in his underwear almost as much as Connie. 

She waited at the foot of the bed in her bra and panties, shuddering with 
anticipation. She had never been in this bedroom with anyone but Rex and now 
this silver eagle of a man was coming towards her, his big beak bidding with 
desire. Given free sway, her needs and emotions ran rampant and she was 
reveling in an excitement of lust she hadn't known since her days as a 
teenage exhibitionist. 

"Oh, baby," he was saying, "You're exquisite." 

"Oh, Cliff," she effused, "Oh., .you don't know. Oh, come now, I can't wait 
any longer." 

He took her hungrily in his arms and his lips surged against hers. Her mouth 
was a soft, hot delicacy as his serpentine tongue stabbed and probed its 
lusting walls. She pressed her mound against this swollen organ and sighed 
with pleasure as she felt his hardness through his silk and her nylon. Cliff 
dipped his big hands in the thin panties and slid his fingers over the 
smooth surface of her firm buttocks. He gripped the soft undersides and 
lifted her, rotating her mound against his cock. She groaned, her mouth 
slackening, her tongue sliding around the surface of her lips. 

She felt his big hand on her tummy, working itself under the waistband of 
her briefs and plunging down between her thighs as they parted before his 
probing fingertips. He wiggled the wet little pip of her clit wondering how 
it would taste and then he plunged his finger into her moist cavern and she 
sank to the edge of the bed, quaking with abandon. 

He knelt over her, caressing the alabaster beauty of her thighs, tickling 
her clit through the wet panty crotch, hooking his fingers under the lacy 
legband and then slowly drawing down her drawers. She was almost delirious 
with pleasure at his technique, feather light, titilating, sensitive, yet 
direct. 

Her face was flushed with pleasure as he peeled off her panties, slowly 
slipping them along her thighs and calves, leaving them dangling uselessly 
on her left ankle. A kind of delirium of lust had overtaken her as she lay 
revealed to this man. She groped between his legs and he trembled as she 
clutched his swollen cock through the silky thinness of his shorts, 
squirming and spreading his legs to accommodate her searching fingers. 

She found a button and undid it, his hot prick leaping out at her. Her hand 
dipped inside hungrily until her fingers located the heavy sac of his 
testicles. Oh, how Connie wanted this big cock! She crooned a little tune of 
rapture as she stroked his polished harpoon. Ooooh, it had her pretty little 
clittie hard for his poon! 

She felt him pulling out of her grasp, sliding down to kneel between her 
spread eagled legs as she lay at the bottom of the bed. His lips were 
nibbling gently down her body and when they reached the wispy blonde 
tendrils of her pussy bush, her eyes shut tightly and she shivered 
deliciously! 

Rex sat facing Inez with a big hard-on displacing the lap of his tight 
flannel slacks. His tongue was darting over his lips as he eyed the bright 
coral medallions of her nipples, hard and swollen with desire. He felt his 
tongue and prick harden at the exposed beauty of her breasts; he had never 
been so primed for another man's wife. 

Rex was a man used to having really cute chicks wet their panties the minute 
he walked into a room and who simply had to wait until they came on. But 
when he had greeted the flashing dark eyes of Inez Marsdale in his doorway, 
his cock had swelled instantly. The bellbottoms fit her like a second skin 
and her breasts jutted daringly in the clinging sweater. There was no 
mistaking the reciprocal hunger in her eyes as they travelled boldly over 
his thickly proportioned frame. The mutual realization that they would soon 
be nude to each other in a process as simple as walking through a revolving 
door had them both squirming in their pants. 

She had a kind of excited look in her eye, as if to say "C'mon, let's hurry 
and fuck," and she kept directing it his way. They were both alive with 
arousal, caught in a crosscurrent of oral-genital craving which had them 
charged to an unusually high pitch. Both of them had experienced an abundant 
variety of lovers but here there was something special, a shared sense that 
each had found what they'd always sought. 

He had really given it to her when they danced and she'd started murmuring 
little obscenities in his ear as her lush body ground against him, telling 
him how she wanted it. While Cliff and Connie went at it, he had reached 
down to fondle her bottom. She hunched herself harder against his prod as 
rich thrills fanned out from her pussy. He heard her little cry and her arms 
circled his neck as she spasmed against him, gasping and panting through her 
thing. 

"Man, oh man, you don't waste any time, do you?" Rex breathed as she sagged 
weakly in his arms. 

"You keep that up big man and mmmm ... I just might pants you right here," 
she hummed, throaty with lust. 

Inez was floating on four ginny drinks and her pussy itched so bad in her 
tight slacks that she was trembling uncontrollably. Her fuck session with 
the gardener a few days ago had only whetted her appetite and she felt like 
she'd been waiting for Saturday night for months. 

She liked men with big, long pricks and she really knew how to work one 
over; hands, mouth, pussy, the works! The heat and resilience of a man's 
body, hard and strong, could drive her to wild, depraved acts of lust. In a 
sense she was orally obsessed driven by an incurable cock fever. 

Inez had lost her virginity early to a lusting half-cousin but a gang rape 
at the age of fifteen had left a powerful mark on her sexuality, initiating 
her into a realm of dark urges and cravings. 

At the time, her family was living in a small town north of the Mexican 
border which was regularly taken over by sailors on leave during weekends. 

One drunken night, three big strapping brutes in tight bellbottoms caught 
her on the street and dragged her into a long back alley. They told her 
she'd be killed if she screamed and one by one they bore into her body, 
draining the pent up lust of two months at sea. A second and then a third 
time they banged away at her, leaving her limp, half-conscious, and bloated 
with sperm. Their pricks had seemed as big and hard as baseball bats and she 
had enjoyed it completely. 

She began to make deliberate attempts at seduction, lingering on the 
streets, wearing thin little dresses and no underwear. Usually she cornered 
and drew them into a deserted alley or garage where she would blow them and, 
if they had anything left, let them fuck her lissome teenage body. She 
courted disaster until one night her head was battered into the cobblestone 
in a drunken fury. 

As she grew older, she found she could have all the handsome young men she 
wanted without having to resort to street walking. But there was something 
lacking in their clumsy courtships; an elemental rawness which had become a 
biological need with her. Her husbands had been men who could provide this 
quality, but only for a brief while, and gradually her obsessions faded into 
the background of her nature. Now, sitting half-nude before Rex Willard, she 
felt all the old appetite swelling up from deep inside and knew she was 
capable of anything. 

Each had accepted the inevitable meaning of the other: that of the conqueror 
and the conquered. The way his eyes devoured her breasts, telling her that 
he wanted to slip off her panties, to kiss and caress the burning lips of 
her vagina and then to gorge her with his straining swollen cock! Oh, she 
wanted to do all kinds of things to him-before she let him dominate her 
completely. 

When Cliff and Connie had left the room, Rex made a motion as if to get up. 

"No," hissed Inez,. "Let's finish our game." 

Rex had been a little surprised, but he obliged her-if a gal wanted to be 
tantalized, why not! Besides he was getting pretty worked up himself just 
sitting there. He shuffled and dealt another hand. Inez scored again and he 
took off his shirt as she sucked in her breath. Then it was his turn to win. 

"O.K. gorgeous," he grinned, "let's see what's under those bellbottoms." 

Her big sloping tits and the full measure of her shapely hips seemed even 
larger as she stood up. She reached for the zipper on her hip and then she 
was skinning the pants down and stepping out of them. He was startled to see 
she had worn a smoky pair of supp-hose under them. The panties were snowy 
white with a little red ribbon and the dark patch of fuzz visible under the 
sheer layer of fabric had his tongue and prick harder than ever. 

The nylons were a touch Inez added for such special occassions. They got her 
all turned on under a pair of tight slacks and she liked having them on when 
she balled. She knew their special friction on a man's legs and buttocks 
brought out that extra little edge of carnal vigor. 

She sat back down, secretly pleased, and Rex caught a certain glint in her 
eyes as they dipped momentarily to his crotch to gauge the effect of her 
exciting underwear. He was glad when she won the next hand and he could free 
himself from the confining slacks. It looked like he was hiding a cornstalk 
in his tight cotton jockey briefs and Inez simply stared fascinated. 

She pulled a king and two aces and Rex felt like he was swimming through a 
red haze as he stood up and reached for the waistband of his shorts. But 
Inez was also getting to her feet and he heard her hoarse whisper. 

"Wait, let me," she commanded, her pink coned titties trembling with the 
force of her desire, "I've been waiting to meet this fellow for a long 
time." 

Rex pushed the coffee table to the side and Inez stepped in front of him, 
her gaze riveted to his swollen devil's root. He could feel the heat of her 
body as she slowly lifted her moist palms and sensuously shaped them on the 
hard surfaces of his chest and torso. She eased her hand over the edge of 
the straining cotton fabric and she was mouthing obscenities again, panting 
with need. Her fingers dug roughly into the waistband of his shorts and she 
shoved them to his knees. His head was spinning and he heard a desperate 
little cry of passion as Inez sank to the floor. 

His erection bobbed inches from her face and her mouth hung slack, flecked 
with foam, her face a twisted mask of lust. It was the largest organ she'd 
ever seen, a huge scepter screaming to stab between her oozing thighs and 
plumb the depths of her throbbing sex pit with its dark knob until she 
shrieked with the ecstasy of it. 

She wrapped her fingers around the thick tan barrel and gently massaged its 
head. Rex was soaring, floating and his body shook with her thrilling touch; 
he felt for a moment she might lift him off the floor. She was jerking it up 
and down as if it was a hydraulic jack; her legs were close to buckling. 

Inez was manipulating him in a frenzy of joy; she wanted to fondle it, kiss 
it, lick it, suck it, anything to return the passion that was soaring 
through her system. Her hand was gentle yet aggressive as she explored his 
swollen length, urging it to swell even harder and longer with her feather 
touch until she knew it was aching for her lips. 

A shiver of pleasure went through him when she cupped his buttocks. She 
slipped her mouth over him in a smooth, quick motion that took his breath 
away with its pure aggressiveness. In a frenzy, she gorged hereself with it, 
sucking with strong deft movements of her head, her tongue a winding, 
slithering pleasure serpent, swirling over his tender knob. Her fingers were 
probing the recesses of his crotch as her nostrils flared with his man odor. 

Her mouth was moving faster and faster, her fingers teasing his testicles 
and tearing at his thick pubic bush. Thrill after electric thrill shot 
through him as her mouth sucked and tortured his organ and her fingers 
clawed at his balls and buttocks. His hands locked around the raven crown of 
her hair and his hips began to undulate, increasing the already urgent 
rhythm of her plunging mouth. 

Inez felt the honeyed stings spreading in her pussy and suddenly she was 
soaking her panties ... ohh ... her fingers dug into his ass cheeks and she 
sucked so hard her jaws ached. She pumped frantically as he rose up on his 
toes, quivering and groaning with agony and suddenly his scalding semen was 
spewing into her mouth and throat. She took his full load, never letting up 
for an instant with her swirling tongue and lips. 

His frothy come juice was smeared all over her lips and face, running all 
over her throat and breasts and dribbling to the rug. She felt the wash of 
her own joy juice oozing in the nylon nest of her panties and streaming down 
the front of her hose. She drained him and when his organ slackened, she 
slurped and suckled until it stiffened again. 

Rex pulled her to her feet as his penis slipped from her lips with a 
plooping sound. They were both dazed and glassy-eyed. It had all happened so 
quickly, it was hard to believe. One moment they had been sitting around 
with drinks, urbanely discussing their marriages and the next, they were 
rolling on the floor with their neighbor, coming like a pair of wham-bang 
teenagers in the back seat of a car. 

He grabbed her full waist and she came to him like a homing pigeon, writhing 
against his naked body, licking her lips in anticipation of his manhood. It 
was his turn now. His resilient prick slid up between her legs and she 
squirmed and lifted herself against the hard knob as if she could take it 
through her thin panties. 

Rex sank his fingers in the thin elastic band and he skinned them down her 
hips and legs so fast she squealed with surprise. Her thick black triangle 
was fluffy with moisture and the pink gash of her slit glistened invitingly. 
He knew he would give her body as much oral loving as she had given his. 

He bent and unfolded the couch, converting it into a large double bed, 
clean-sheated and ready for action. They paused for a moment, wordlessly 
ogling each others nakedness in a dazed mixture of joy and disbelief. Her 
eyes were rooted to his rigid prick, it was hard as before and beating with 
want as he admired her voluptuousness. 

He took her, lifting her easily and settling her down on the mattress. 
Kneeling over her he seized her mouth in a hot, demanding kiss, and then 
trailed his lips over her cheek and throat. She had his prick again and was 
pumping it gleefully. 

"Oh, Rex," she gasped as his tongue fluttered in her ear, "I just love this 
big prick of yours...." 

"Mm, good," he growled, "I thought you were going to gobble it up before." 

"Ooooh, I could have, but I wanted to save some." 

Her hand squeezed harder as it moved. He had surrounded a juicy nipple with 
his lips and her shivers said she loved tittie tickling. 

"Maybe you don't get enough of this treatment," whispered Rex, "Seems like 
you could use it." 

"No, I never get enough! I adore it ... oh, don't stop! You're so good with 
my titties!" 

She went on rasping her pleasure as he gave her breasts a sensuous massage 
with both hands, kneading and cupping them, sinking his fingers into the 
firm warm flesh. Then he was leaning to wind his tongue around a puffy 
nipple. She arched up at him eagerly, vibrating with thrills, humping her 
ass with little coital thrusts as the mattress springs squeaked. 

Rex teased one spike, then another, lipping and licking them to quivering 
stiffness. He trailed his fingers down her body and felt her freeze as they 
invaded her voluptuous forest and then dipped into her wet cooze. 

He massaged her swollen clit and her hips began to undulate furiously. She 
wanted a prick in her cooze but Rex was going to make her wait a little 
longer. 

His lips were moving between her breasts and then 
downward-slowly-agonizingly-toward the direction of her pulsing passion 
mouth. She writhed with the heat of her torment, straining for contact with 
the hot ecstasy of his expert tongue, teasing over her soft belly, 
slithering through her pubic bush and then touching.... 

She gave a tortured little scream and threw her legs around his neck, 
welding his mouth to her steaming cunt. He scooped up the soft melons of her 
bottom in his hands and plunged his tongue to the depths as she thrashed and 
bucked. Ecstasy surged through her as her fingers clawed his scalp and she 
screeched obscenities which spurred him on. 

She shuddered through a blinding climax, but his tongue never once slowed 
its furious pace. She thrashed, coasted, built, exploded then thrashed 
again, popping her goodies over and over like a puppet on a string, sobbing 
and screaming. 

She was gliding on some juicy after-shivers when his mouth finally left her. 
Through her pleasure-dimmed eyes she saw him guide his swollen satyr's cock 
between her thighs. He sank it into her with a groan and suddenly his 
driving hips were lifting her to the heights again. He pistoned his prize 
penis with all the vigor at his command and they both went into orbit. In 
and out-in and out-around and around-Wham!-Bam!! 

She was clawing his back with her long talons, her nyloned legs locked 
around his plunging torso when she felt him burst inside her and, oh, 
God.... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

GIRL TALK 

The faded morning sunlight was spilling through the Willard's bedroom 
curtains as Connie rolled in the blankets with her finger in her cooze. A 
dream image of a satyr, dominating, irresistable, had her sleeping body in 
its grip. He was rolling her beneath Ids powerful body, beneath his burly 
goat's thighs, beneath the bulging, club-like penis rooted in the thick coat 
of his lower body's fur. He was impaling her, ravaging her with all the fury 
of his insatiable goatish lust. She awoke to her own moans of release, her 
finger working in and out of her creaming cunt, her panties bunched on her 
twisting thighs. 

She flushed with shame, oh, it was awful-what was happening to her? If Rex 
had left a half hour later for work, he would have caught her at it. She'd 
been like this for weeks, starting shortly after the swap session with the 
Marsdale's. Swapping had become a regular event between them after that-one 
night it was Cliff, the next Tex, sometimes both. Her appetite seemed to 
increase in direct proportion to the number of juicy fucks she got weekly 
and now she was having incredible, yet realistic dreams about it. Those men 
were stealing her senses, enslaving her body to their savage passion 
rituals. Her heart was pounding wildly as she shook with the cozy 
after-shivers of her climax. 

Lately she'd been strangely unsatisfied. She'd been getting it every way, in 
both ends, but an indistinct need had been growing and she only knew she 
wanted something more than these two men could give. It was getting too 
easy, too controlled, too familiar and as her needs enlarged and grew more 
complex, her previous excitement with these two men was waning. How long 
could they go on like this? Would it all end suddenly and come crashing down 
around her? No! No! She knew Rex still loved her as much as she loved him, 
but this need. What was it? It formed as a vague burning question in her 
tormented semi-consciousness. A nagging phantom, it was beginning to rob 
something from the ever present reality of a resilient male rod. Somehow 
that reality wasn't living up to itself lately. 

She mechanically reached for some kleenex from the night-stand and wiped the 
juice from her loins. She tossed them away and scootched up her panties. Her 
eyes closed as she settled back in the pillows, dropping back into the 
rolling fogs of sleep. She didn't hear the knocking downstairs. 

Inez Marsdale stood at the Willard's back door, wondering why Connies was 
still in the sack at ten o'clock. She'd done a little early morning shopping 
and had stopped by on impulse, seeing Connie's Camaro in the driveway. Rex 
must have given her a real old fashioned workout last night, she thought. 
Damn, I won't even get to see him until that bastard Cliff gets back from 
his latest trip, and that won't be for over a week! 

She felt a little unsettled this morning, a sort of vague disturbance had 
been making itself familiar lately and she had been doing strange things. 
This morning she had been getting real horny exchanging glances with a 
handsome young clerk stocking produce. She asked him if he had some better 
cherries in the back of the store, and he'd led her into the warehouse to 
see for herself. In a few moments they were kissing fiercely behind a big 
stack of crates in a dark storeroom. She had his big prick out and had his 
hand buried in the hollow of her thighs as she squirmed against the wall. 
She felt her panties sliding down her legs and she began sinking to the 
floor. Suddenly the loud ringing of a bell jarred them. His prick was inches 
from her pussy and he groaned as he forcefully bridled his impulse to bury 
it. 

It was the produce delivery, he told her as she heard him zipping up his 
pants in the darkness. He'd have to answer it and it would be another two 
hours before he could take lunch. Could she meet him? Could he have her 
address? She felt a surge of anger, as it dawned on her lust hazed brain 
that she'd been cheated. She fixed her panties and stormed out of the 
warehouse. He passed by the checkstands when her order was being rung up and 
gave her an appealing look, but she was too sullen with frustration to even 
glance at him. She hadn't felt like returning to an empty house and decided 
she wanted to talk to someone, a woman; Connie. The kids still had another 
few days of school so they'd be alone. 

She rapped again on the glass pane of the door but heard nothing inside. She 
tried the knob and found it was open. Stepping lightly through the kitchen, 
she headed upstairs to Connie's bedroom. 

The door was half-shut and Inez stuck her head in. Connie was lying on her 
back, sound asleep, her pretty breasts rising and falling evenly. Inez felt 
her pussy twinge at the sight of this gorgeous blonde, her titties bare 
under a silky nightie. It was that irritating restlessness again! Why was it 
so insistent? She'd been well fucked last night and it usually took another 
night before she started missing it. No, it must be more than a need for a 
man. 

She left her heels in the hall and tip-toed noiselessly across the plush 
bedroom carpet. Seating herself gently on the side of the bed, she drank in 
the delicate curves of the blonde's throat, the slopes of her breasts and 
the lush, flowing hair. On a sudden impulse, she reached out and carefully 
tugged the sheets away from her body. She sucked her breath in when the blue 
baby doll panties came into view, seductively framing the smooth white taper 
of her thighs. The plump bulge of her girl patch was invitingly dimpled by 
the transparent briefs. A gust of woman fragrance and pussy perfume knifed 
her senses; her tongue stiffened and her mouth went dry. She knew what it 
was she needed. 

Connie stirred and Inez moved her hands quickly into her lap, but she simply 
turned over on her stomach mumbling sleepily into the pillow. It was all 
Inez could do to restrain a sudden urge to reach out and squeeze the 
shimmering hemispheres of her pantied bottom. She had blasted through four 
rapid-fire climaxes when Cliff ate her last night and three more when he'd 
slipped her his rod, but she wasn't half as excited then as she was now. 

She had had only one experience with another girl but had never quite 
forgotten it. It was simply another part of her that had receeded to the 
background in her years of marriage. 

She had been a curvy seventeen and was recently engaged to Nick Jorgenson. 
It had happened one afternoon as she sat in the kitchen of her brother's 
girl friend, Anne Bailey. Her brother was a musician and met a wide variety 
of girls in the clubs he played. Anne was a real swinger and she had quickly 
become good friends with Inez. 

They would visit one another frequently, and usually ended up talking about 
men. They exchanged experiences, techniques, problems. Anne had made it with 
all kinds of guys all over the world, and she knew lots more than Inez about 
lovemaking. She would give her all kinds of tips on how to give and get the 
most pleasure with a man. Once she had even showed her how to masturbate in 
a special super-sensitizing way. Inez tried that and a lot of other tricks 
and began to learn things about her body she had never even expected. 

On that unforgettable day they'd been sitting at the kitchen table tippling 
drinks for a good solid hour. Anne kept filling the glasses and her 
conversation became freer, bolder. She asked Inez if she had gotten a good 
clittie loving last night. It was a familiar question, but Inez felt 
strangely excited and decided she would give a different answer. No, she 
told Anne, it hadn't been what she needed. At that moment, Inez felt Anne's 
hand on her knee. 

They pursued the topic, Inez complaining about Nick's frequently clumsy 
technique while pretending to ignore the delicious shivers the hand was 
giving her, while Anne sympathized and steadily moved her fingers higher 
under the skirt. Suddenly Anne was touching her apex and Inez sank back into 
the chair trembling and let it happen. She remembered the exquisite 
sensation as her panties dissappeared and the unspeakable ecstasy as the 
girl's head bobbed in her lap. Oh, nice, so good! And now, could she dare? 

Connie's head was slowly lifting off the pillow; she was waking up! She had 
a drowsy look on her face, and her lidded eyes widened quickly when she made 
out the figure of her visitor. She gasped in surprise. 

"Oh, Inez," she signed, "You gave me such a fright." 

"Morning, beautiful," Inez smiled, quickly composing herself. 

"Sorry I'm so lazy this morning," said Connie stretching languidly, "How 
long have you been here?" 

"Just a few minutes. I knew you were here so I just invited myself in." 

Connie noticed that Inez was glancing at her bottom and realized that the 
blanket was below her knees. She blushed, but instantly felt the pressure of 
the shadowy longing she didn't yet recognize. She thought she noticed a 
shaking in Inez's hands. 

"Don't be embarrassed, Connie," Inez said, "you really look sweet." 

Connie knew now that Inez shared her excitement, aside from being the cause 
of it. She was wide awake and was beginning to accept the true meaning of 
her arousal. Inez chatted on, feigning casualness. 

"Cliff left for Chicago this morning," she was saying. "He won't be back 
till next Wednesday." 

"Too bad," said Connie, a bit dismayed, "I guess we won't see much of each 
other this week." 

"I know, and I've already got the itch," Inez confessed. "Have you been 
getting all you need lately, hon?" 

"Well, yes and no." 

"C'mon, we can talke about it." 

"Oh, I don't know, I mean, I've been really getting my goodies with Rex and 
Cliff but ... it's just that lately I've been feeling kind of funny. It's as 
if those men have too much control over us. You know what I mean?" 

"Oh, I don't let that stop me, not from anything," Inez giggled. "You should 
have seen me this morning." 

Connie sat up, her excitement rising. Inez dropped her eyes boldly to her 
exposed panty crotch and Connie saw her running her tongue over her full, 
pouty lips. Her pussy thrilled in her baby dolls. 

"Tell me about it," she said, all ears. 

"Oh, I was in the produce section of the supermarket and this real sexy 
clerk gave me the eye, you know," she said, with obvious relish, "he took me 
back into the warehouse and, oooh, I just let it happen." 

"Tell me about it!" Connie insisted. 

"Well, he gave my titties a real groovy workout and then I felt him pulling 
my pants down and, wow, you should have seen him!" 

"Real big, huh?" 

"Oh, a good nine inches long-and he fucked me like a damn stallion," she 
hed. 

Her bold words were getting Connie turned on in a curiously titillating way. 
She could feel her panties wet with tell-tale pussy dribble. She knew Inez 
could see. 

"Oh, you're so damn lucky," Connie said, genuinely envious, "you and your 
studs. Have you seen your gardener friend lately?" 

"No, but you can be sure I will this week," said Inez, eyes flashing, "oooh, 
I get itchy in the panties just thinking about that big thing of his!" 

"Are you wearing any?" asked Connie breathlessly. 

Her words electrified them both, but Inez just smiled and spread her legs 
open. Her skirt slid back and Connie saw the snug hammock of her scarlet 
panties nestling on her crotch. 

"You bet, sweetie," she whispered, "I just had to bend over a few times to 
get that grocery clerk in line. How about you?" 

"Oh, Inez...." Connie seemed to be on the edge of some strong emotional 
contest as she drew her breath. Suddenly she was effusing, flushed with 
passion. "Oh yes! Yes! I've had this thing for you all along. Ever since I 
first saw your titties that night." 

"I know," said Inez, her coal-dark eyes gleaming, "me too. When you took off 
your skirt that I saw those pink things I just about died. And when I was 
looking at you just before. Oh, I thought I'd have to go home and play with 
myself." 

"Oh, we wouldn't want that," said Connie, eagerly. "We both know what it is 
we want. What are we waiting for?" 

When Connie socked that one to her, Inez grinned and turned to let her unzip 
the frock. Pulling it over her head, she turned to Connie, her breasts 
thrusting excitingly. She slid under the blankets and Connie came into her 
arms, soft, yeilding and lusciously desirable. 

"Oh, oh," gasped Inez at the contact of their half nude bodies. "Baby, I had 
a stiff clittie for you the moment I walked in here." 

"Was it my baby dolls," asked Connie all giggly and quivering. 

"Soo sexy!" said Inez, nibbling at her ear, "I could see you getting all 
worked up as we chatted." 

"You'll think I'm awful but, oh, sometimes I pop my goodies just walking 
around in 'em." 

Inez giggled and Connie felt the hot ooze of joy-juice in the nylon. She 
felt like wallowing in wild sin with this woman, baring all her dirty little 
narcissistic desires, sharing all her naughty panty fantasies. Inez was 
delighted and made her tell everything. 

"I'm glad to find someone who feels like me," she whispered, hotly. "I don't 
see why we have to be suckers for those men all the time. We've got to be as 
good to ourselves as we can, you know. Life's too short and all that." 

Connie giggled some more and she felt like she was soaring off on a big 
billowing cloud as Inez bent and brushed her mouth over her silk covered 
titties. She bunched the negligee at her throat and squirmed with thrills as 
Inez tounged a stiff nipple with girlish know-how. 

Oh, it was sooo nice! A man had never done it to her like that! Her nipples 
were all pink and puffy and Inez was suckling them noisily in her soft, wet 
lips. Connie was rolling her head back and forth in the pillow, sobbing with 
delight. 

Inez was going wild with the velvety texture of Connie's tits. She'd looked 
long and lovingly at this woman many times, envying the dazzling perfection 
of her body but hardly daring to imagine that she could someday conquer her 
in a Sapphic rite. 

How often had she wanted to do this with another woman; to lick and suckle 
her tits, to finger her pussy, to taste and conquer her girl-body. There was 
something in the silky sweetness, the dewy softness of this long, graceful 
feminine body which touched some remote spot, filled some deep need that a 
man could never reach. 

She looked at Connie's face as she tittie kissed her and saw the blonde's 
features contorted with pleasure. Her jaw was slack and trembling and her 
head was jerking with the little lust spasms which racked the length of her 
lissome frame. 

"You have such beautiful breasts, darling," whispered Inez, raising her head 
and running her lips through the blonde curls near Connie's ear, "they must 
give you much pleasure." 

"Oh, yes!" Connie panted, "oh Clifford is good with them but, nothing like 
you." 

She was cooing with shocked delight when Inez molded their bodies together, 
her copper cones pressing into the pliant softness of Connie's melon sized 
globes. Their nipples poked and burned as Inez fenced her tongue in and 
around Connie's yeilding mouth. Connie could feel her heat through the 
panties and she was shaking all over. 

"I've only done it once before, myself," Inez breathed between kisses, "I 
just go by my usual pleasure ethic-do what feels good, be natural." 

Connie felt the tentative probe of Inez's fingers on her navel, the slow 
rotating caress on her pantied belly, and then the sudden invasion of her 
slick pussy bulge. She was rasping obscenities as Inez teased her clit and 
cunt lips through the moist nylon. 

"Say," Inez whispered, "I'm so glad to hear you know all the words-tell me 
just how you like it." 

"Arrrh," Connie gasped, "Finger fuck me through my panties! It's so groovy!" 

Her twisted mouth was slobbering uncontrollably as the delectable stabs of 
pleasure ran through her. 

"Oh, good," Inez breathed, "I can just imagine how they feel, so tight and 
sheer. I knew right away I wanted to eat you when I saw them on you." 

"Oh, I just have this thing about panties," Connie panted, feeling wet and 
wicked at the wantonness of her words. 

"I've noticed," Inez giggled. Connie's body was jerking and threshing to the 
tempo of Inez's finger. "You're coming in them now, aren't you?" 

Connie gripped Inez by the shoulders as her body rocked with the throbs and 
sobs of release. Inez didn't let up with her fingers and Connie soared as 
the juicy quickies shook her in rapid fire succession. 

"Ooooh," said Inez, "you really do pop your goodies!" 

"Oh, Inez, that was wonderful." 

Connie lay weak and trembling in the sheets, little sighs of completion 
escaping her parted lips as glistening tears trickled from her lidded eyes. 
And when Inez peeled down the tight ice-blue panties she almost passed out. 

Connie was glorying in the salacious shock of exposure as she felt the 
panties slide caressingly down her calves, flutter over and off her wiggling 
toes. 

"Do you like my pussy," she asked breathlessly, as Inez lingered over her 
voluptuousness. Inez answered by blowing little kisses over her flaxen 
thatch. Screeching and clawing, Connie was sucked into a bottomless vortex 
of whirling sensation as the serpentine tongue flicked her clit and dipped 
into her tender pit. 

Connie was only half conscious when Inez drew her honey smeared lips from 
her loins. 

Through glazed eyes she saw Inez wiggling out of her panties and straddling 
her body. Then Inez was bringing her sopping cunt to Connie's face and the 
fragrance of it had her senses reeling, her head swimming. Suddenly her 
hungry mouth was wading in the dripping black pelt and she was gripping the 
gourds of Inez's bottom. 

She welded her unsure lips against the pink fruit of those palpitating 
genitals. Oh, oh, it was so sweet. Nothing like the hard, demanding feel of 
a man's cock. Her hesitation dissolved as her mouth and tongue began to move 
naturally; she had remembered Inez's pleasure ethic. The way Mrs. Marsdale 
was groaning and shuddering, Connie knew she was going just fine. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

TWO GENERATIONS 

"If you feel the way you say you do," Inez was saying as she fingered 
Connie's clit, "about the men, I mean, then why don't you go out and get 
your own once in a while?" 

"Oh, I don't know," Connie signed, "I guess I'm chicken. I mean I'd just 
love to do some of the things you do, but...." 

"You wouldn't be lacking for opportunities if you kept your eyes open," Inez 
assured her, "it's just a matter of knowing what you want and going out and 
getting it." 

"Well it's easy for you to say that, but I've never done that kind of 
thing...." 

Inez flushed briefly; she sensed Connie was referring to her teenage passion 
for well-hung sailors. Inez had told her about those days and Connie had 
acted shocked. Inez knew she was secretly envious. 

"Look," said Inez, pressing her attack, "it's the whole thing with the men, 
in a nutshell! You're just like I used to be. I never thought of stepping 
outside without asking my husband. It's just damned 
infuriating-intimidating! I'm telling you, either you're brainwashed and 
horse-collared by the bastards or, at some point, you start thinking for 
yourself!" 

"Yeah," Connie mumbled, "I know you're right, but...." 

"But nothing! Don't tell me Rex doesn't get any on the side!" Inez regretted 
the words as soon as she said them, for Connie flinched noticably. 

"Listen, baby," said Inez in a soothing voice, gently diddling Connie's 
vulva, "I'm just guessing about that last remark. He's never told me 
anything. Really!" 

"Oh, I know," Connie sighed, "I used to kid myself about it, even when it 
was obvious. You're right, he does cheat and lately it's been bothering me. 
But all the same, things haven't changed between us." 

"Good!" exclaimed Inez, "you're lucky to have that kind of man. Lord knows, 
he's so oversexed you could expect it. But that's not the point. The point 
is that you should be able to cheat without any guilt feelings, either! I 
mean you're really dying to do it, right?" 

"Yeah," Connie admitted, glumly, "I am." 

"O.K. then, I have a proposition to make, but first of all-do you want to 
swing or not?" 

Connie was bristling with curiosity. So Inez had actually been building up 
to this the whole time! But she was right and Connie knew it-she really did 
want to swing, so why stop herself? She wondered what Inez had up her 
sleeve. 

"O.K. Inez," she said, evenly, "what's the deal?" 

"Well," Inez began, "it involves several parts, partners to be exact." 

"Are you talking swap?" asked Connie. "Well, not the usual kind." Connie's 
interest took a sharp upswing. "Well what, then?" 

You'll probably think me very conniving," said Inez, "but actually the whole 
thing came to me quite naturally, you could say I was inspired. O.K., here 
goes-part one: Connie Willard got set up with a groovy jazz musician, 
namely, anybody in the Juan Primera Quintet, including my brother himself. 
No strings or uptightness; I can arrange everything. All you'll have to do 
is walk into the club, sit in back and after the second set, walk up and 
smile at the man of your choice. Take it from me, they're five outasite cats 
and you'll have no trouble suiting your tastes." 

"Ooooh wild!" Connie squealed, breathless with delight, "I saw your 
brother's band with Rex one night in the city. Their drummer was really 
cute." 

"That's Jimmy Spaulding," Inez cut in, "Oh, I knew you'd pick him. He's real 
sexy and a good lover." 

"Where did you get all this first hand information," teased Connie. 

"Well, we didn't go all the way," Inez admitted, blushing, "but damn close!" 

"Sounds delish," Connie enthused, "so what's the rest of your bargain?" 

"I don't know how you'll take this but-part two: The Graduate. That is, Mrs. 
Robinson, myself, seduces the handsome, college-bound athelete, your son, 
Keith." 

Connie started at that proposal, but Inez pressed her edge. 

"Come on now, as if you didn't know he was giving it to my daughter every 
day and night. Don't worry, I think he's real cute and I'll show him a few 
things that will-well, help him along in the post graduate girl-I mean 
world." 

Connie giggled in spite of her lingering surprise. 

"It's not as if the two of them were in love either. Sherry says that Keith 
still sees other girls, but I don't think she's very worried. They're just 
terribly taken up with each other's poon at the moment." 

Connie flashed on the memory of her own parent's strictness and rigidity and 
how it had made her so miserable as a teenager. If I'm a liberated woman, 
she thought, I should be happy that Keith is as free as he is. Why he'd 
probably be dying to get into Inez's pants. 

"But what about Sherry?" she asked. 

"Well, that's the last part-part three: The Teenage Seductress. I set Sherry 
up with Rex." 

Inez kept talking as the surprise returned to Connie's face. 

"I know this is beginning to sound like the plot of a dirty book, so maybe I 
should tell you what actually happened. When your husband was over at my 
place this last Sunday, Sherry walked into the living room with Keith just 
as I was getting Rex's prick out!" 

Connie gasped. 

"Well listen, wait'll you hear this. I felt awful at first and Rex looked 
like he felt foolish himself. He was trying to stuff that big thing of his 
away when Sherry cut him short. Cool as a cucumber, she said, 'Please, Mr. 
Willard, don't be embarrassed, it's really quite nice.' Well the four of us 
just about died laughing. She was looking right at him when she said it and 
let me tell you, his cock was harder than before!" 

"Then she said that she and Keith were going upstairs and would do the same 
thing and she added that they'd probably have a better time at it than us 
two old fogeys. My skirt was up to my tummy and I could see Keith liked the 
eyeful I was giving him. Rex wanted to go upstairs and join them and so did 
I but, believe me or not, I said that I thought it wouldn't be fair to you. 
Rex agreed by the way. 

"Sherry came to me later that night and started telling me about how groovy 
she thought Rex was. I kiddingly asked her if she'd like me to set her up 
with him. 'Yes' she told me, dead serious, 'Keith has got the hots for you 
and wants to do it as much as I do." 

"Well" said Inez, taking a long breath, "that's the long and the short of 
it. Personally, I think we adults should be in tune with those kids-I mean 
they know where it's at! We have as much to learn from them as they from 
us." 

Connie was nodding slowly as the story fell into place and she realized that 
she was just the last piece in a big puzzle that needed her for completion. 
It was so simple, so free. They were all just waiting for her to say yes. 

"Yes!" 

"Huh?" said Inez. '"Yes, what?" 

"Yes," Connie repeated, smiling, "it's really a great idea from beginning to 
end. I'd be a dried up old prude to say anything but yes!" 

"Oh goodie!" Inez squealed, delightedly. "I knew you'd come through, hon!" 

"Wait," said Connie, puzzled. "What about Cliff...." 

"Ha!" Inez laughed, "I'm sure that boy can take care of himself. He gets 
around on those business trips, I know. He's been to Chicago several times 
before, so I'm sure he has a few, uh, connections established by now. I'm 
not complaining; I mean, if he gets as lonely from those trips as me ... 
anyway, I'll tell him everything when he gets back." 

Connie just shrugged her shoulders: such was life among the swinging 
swappers. 

"Tell me all about this Jimmy Spaulding," she gushed. "I know he's just a 
groovy drummer!" 

"Listen, hon," Inez smiled, "I'm out of wind and could use a good clittie 
tickle. How about it?" 

Connie giggled as they sank back on the bed. In a few moments, Inez was 
thrashing around like a landed fish as Connie worked her finger in and out 
of that delectable pussy. 

"Mm, you learn so very fast swinger!" Inez crooned. 

Sherry felt her hands tremble as she knocked on the Willard's door. Ooooh, 
she hadn't even been this primed for Keith! The vivid image of Rex Willard's 
gigantic cock, entrapped in her mother's slim fingers, kept stirring in her 
memory. Every time she visualized the huge thing, shivers of excitement shot 
through her, an excitement which had been steadily mounting since the 
fateful day that scene was revealed to her and Keith. 

Now Inez was waiting for Keith in their station wagon, parked on the 
Willard's driveway. 

She had set Mrs. Willard up with someone in her uncle Juan's band, so Sherry 
knew she'd have Rex all to herself. She also knew that her mother was just 
as eager to get at Keith and, for the last few days, the two of them just 
hadn't stopped talking about their prospective swap mates. It had been fun 
to share their little secrets about the two men; as if they were 
deliberately titillating each other right up to the big day! 

Oh, Sherry was so glad to have a mother like that; a teacher, a confessor, a 
trusted friend. Most of her high school companions had to battle with their 
parents just to wear the kinds of clothes they wanted. Her mother's 
philosophy was that restriction and supression were the worst things 
possible for a woman and that one could grow and unfold by pleasure as well 
as pain. Inez had taught Sherry from her early teens about men and their 
ways and her words were not one of bitterness and warning, but rather of 
encouragement and confidence. Inez had urged Sherry to be unfettered in her 
dating and to encounter a wide variety of men before she tied herself to 
one. 

Sherry realized that most of her mother's convictions were the result of her 
first unhappy marriage, but she knew that this experience taught her mother 
things that most women would never know. Sherry often wondered about her 
friend's mothers; so many of these women were stagnating in joyless, 
loveless marriages, unaware of the true possibilities of their natures, the 
real heights of physical fulfillment a woman could attain. She saw these 
women wilt while her mother blossomed. 

Today she was ready for action; a tight sleeveless blouse, even tighter blue 
shorts, no bra and very sheer panties. When the door finally swung open, 
Keith was standing in front of her grinning. He too was fit to kill in a 
T-shirt and low slung, hip-hugging levis. 

"Say, Baby," he said, "you look good enough to eat today." 

"Well, I'll bet you've worked up quite an appetite thinking about my 
mother." 

They both laughed and Sherry squirmed deliriously in her tight shorts. The 
sight of him gave her as much of a charge as ever. They'd been doing it for 
weeks and Sherry had never felt so much like a woman in her life. Every time 
she pulled his pants down, that thing of his looked bigger! 

"Well, to tell you the truth," Keith was saying, "I never thought you'd pull 
it off." 

"Pull what off?" she asked, still thinking about his prick. 

"Hey, are you all there today?" he teased. "What do you think I meant ... 
what are we here for anyway?" 

"Oh, yeah!" Sherry giggled. Wow, she thought, I've really got cock on the 
mind today-let's hope I get some in my mouth real soon! 

"C'mon, now," he said, "I told Dad what a groovy treat you are and he's 
expecting big things." 

"Mmmmm," Sherry cooed, "so am I." 

They laughed again as Keith waved to Inez in the driveway. 

"Looks like your ma's getting impatient," he said. 

"Well I am too, you big lug, so get your ass out there." 

He laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, stepping down from the 
doorway. 

"O.K.," he said, bouncing off the porch. "Dad's in the back yard all by 
himself. Mom's at a club somewhere in town and from what I understand won't 
be back for a long while. So sock it to him and save some for me tonight." 

"Have funner!" she called. 

She watched from the Willard's doorway as he hopped into the front seat with 
her mother. They looked all wrapped up in each other, laughing and talking 
as she sped off with him. 

Sherry closed the door gently behind her. She moved through the Willard 
household quickly, eagerly, silently. She paused and caught her breath as 
she entered the dining room. 

Through the patio door she could see the expansive back yard, the huge, 
lavish swimming pool, and, at one end, Rex Willard, sunning himself in a 
deck chair. 

He was clad in a pair of white swim trunks and his bronzed body glistened in 
the sunlight. Sherry moved slowly across the dining room, entranced by that 
incredibly beautiful male body. Her heart was pounding as she slipped off 
her sandals and eased through the glass door of the patio. 

She stepped stealthily across the close cut sward of their back lawn and as 
she came closer, she realized he was dozing. She stopped a few feet from him 
to admire. His thickly muscled body and the handsome rugged cut of his 
tanned face seemed to absorb and reflect the power of the afternoon sun. He 
appeared to her as some kind of royalty, a dazzling pleasure king Rex. She 
was there to pay homage to the splendor of his male majesty. 

She was beside him then, kneeling gently near his legs, her eyes transfixed 
on the mighty bulge in the tight cut of his white trunks, hoping the wild 
pounding of her heart wouldn't awake him. 

Gingerly, with infinite softness, she touched the hardness of his gleaming, 
hairy thigh. His body flinched ever so slightly with the gentle surprise of 
her touch but his legs remained closed, his face calm. Sherry began to 
slowly massage the powerful muscles of his thighs, first one, then the 
other. He remained dormant and she watched spellbound as the trunks began to 
swell. 

She slid her palms up his legs and scrubbed his hips and stomach as the 
bulge grew steadily until his loins were crowned with a mighty peak of 
pulsing manhood. His barrel chest was rising and falling heavily-could he 
still be asleep? 

Sherry couldn't contain the demands of her avid lust any longer. She began 
to carefully unbutton the straining fabric and suddenly the trunks gaped 
open and his huge prong erupted into view, swaying before her unbelieving 
eyes like a huge sequoia. 

She grasped it and felt the rumble of lust from deep in his loins. She slid 
her fist up and down, her fingers barely encircling the swollen resiliency 
of him. Their groans of pleasure mingled. 

His eyes were still shut when she moved her head over the trembling thrust 
of his angry scepter and siezed the tumescent red crown in her parted lips. 
He moaned and shook as her mouth moved in long swooping strokes on his 
smooth pole, her hair sweeping over his crotch as she filled herself with 
his taste, scent and feel. Her tongue laved and wove, leaving a slick film 
of sperm and saliva on his polished length. 

His eyes opened slowly and, through a fog of sensual delight he gazed down 
the length of his body at the golden head which bobbed over his staff. He 
had heard Inez drive off and guessed that Sherry was sneaking up on him. He 
decided to play possum and let her make the first move. 

Now as he slowly opened his eyes, it struck him how much she resembled his 
wife, Connie, as she bowed over his molten loins. Both girls were blonde and 
long bodied, but the touch was different-Connie soft and timid, gradually 
gaining ardor, while Sherry's was avid and fevered. It was beginning to feel 
like she would unroot him when he reached down and Lifted her head in his 
big hands. 

Her pretty features were distorted with Lust, her eyes glazed, her lips 
slack and dripping as she met his gaze. He smiled as she shivered all over; 
for a moment he thought she might faint. He sat up and pulled her face to 
his sliding his tongue into her willing mouth with a single, masterful 
stroke as her lips melted submissively. He picked her up easily then and she 
went Limp against him, her arms encircling his thickly corded neck 

"That was wonderful," he said. "Now it's my turn. Let's go inside." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

FUN FOR ALL 

"Noticed you've been showing up at lots of meets lately," said Keith to 
Inez, his eyes twinkling with the excitment they shared. 

"Well, you could say Sherry turned me on to that," Inez chirped gaily. 

"She must turn you on to a lot of things, eh?" he teased. 

"Oh, we help each other out now and then. We're more like real good friends 
than any of that parent-child bullshit." 

They were both in high spirits, tingling with anticipation as Inez made her 
way along the winding boulevards of Ralston Heights. The unpretentious, no 
strings attatched simplicity of this whole arrangement-a kind of good 
neighbor swap policy-brought out the eager beaver in them both. It was fun 
to know you could hop into the sack with your neighbor as easily as you 
could invite him to lunch, especially when you both had the hots for each 
other. 

Inez had been scheming something of the sort ever since she had seen the 
Willard boy at the first swim meet she had attended. She had arrived in time 
to see the last event, a relay race, in which Keith swam as anchor man. She 
had watched his lean taught body with its long rippling muscles as he poised 
at the pool's edge, waiting for his team-mate to touch home. He was wearing 
those skin tight silk racing trunks and she could see he was really hung! 

She had watched fascinated as he dove in, his sleek body straightening like 
a harpoon as he knifed into the water and ripped along with rapid, powerful 
strokes. He had won the race in a dramatic neck and neck finish and she 
could see he had summoned every last ounce of energy from his champion body. 
It had been a thrilling thing to see. He had clearly mastered the element of 
water and from his looks and carriage, a special aura about him which, to 
Inez was so reminiscent of his father, she guessed he was as well a master 
of women. Sherry had spoken often enough of his reputation at Ralston and 
Inez simply assumed that he was probably as sexually advanced for his age as 
he was physically. After all, he was Rex Willard's son, the crown prince.... 

Now as he sat next to her in the front seat of her station wagon, she found 
a unique kind of stimulation in his youth. She had wondered at first if she 
would dominate him but now she realized he was her equal in any contest of 
minds or wills. There was a certain vibrancy, a certain vigor about his age 
which was so refreshingly different from the kind of male charm she was used 
to-especially that of an older man like Cliff. The only thing she cared 
about now was getting that lean, hard youthful body out of those tight 
levis. 

"Believe me," she said, continuing the line of conversation while her 
thought and emotions raced, "you really cut quite a figure in those little 
swim trunks of yours. Why I noticed you had quite a little female rooting 
section there all your own. I'll bet you've made it with most of them too." 

"One should ignore certain exaggerated reports which float around school 
although ... uh ... there is a grain of truth to them," he laughed. "Anyway, 
I'm more concerned with winning my events than with the figure I cut." 

"Well," she said, glancing boldly into his smiling eyes, "a boy with a body 
like yours ... I mean those swim trunks fit you like a pair of panties! I 
bet they feel just as good too." 

"Man," he laughed, "I never thought our meets could have such a sensual 
appeal." 

Keith could sense the high pitch of sexual tension in Inez. Vivacious as she 
was voluptuous, she had been chattering continually, almost compulsively, as 
she sped through the hills. Watching her beautiful legs as she crossed and 
uncrossed them under her short-skirted frock; the quick agitated movements 
of her head as she tossed back her shoulder length, raven black hair, 
frequently had told him all he needed to know. Careless with the display of 
her nyloned thighs under the short hem; straightening her back often to 
emphasize the tight thrust of her high, full breasts, Keith recognized the 
signs. No need for bullshit here, he thought, shell probably have one before 
she even gets the car parked. 

"Tell me, Keith," she was saying. "I know I'm prying but tell me about 
Sherry. I mean, how is she in bed?" 

"Really, Mrs. Marsdale," Keith said in mock horror. "You imply that I've had 
illicit carnal knowledge of your own daughter!" 

"Come on," she giggled, "she tells me quite a lot about you, big boy. I'd 
just like to hear your side of it." 

"Well, let's just say that she rates five stars," he teased. "Most girls 
rate three." 

"Oh, you're awful-you're even worse than your father." 

As he laughed, his mind flashed back to the scene which had greeted him a 
few days ago when he had walked into the Marsdale's living room with Sherry. 
He knew his parents were swappers, but was surprised all the same to see his 
Dad getting a hand job from Sherry's mother. Sherry had been cool about the 
whole thing and had later explained the situation to him. They had talked on 
and decided they had as much bargaining power as a married couple in any 
kind of swap situation, so why not bridge the generation gap. Keith had been 
having trouble the last few days keeping his mind off the exciting vista 
between Mrs. Marsdale's thighs which had been revealed to him on the couch. 
The plump of those red panties gave him a prick-twitch every time he 
visualized it. He wondered if she was wearing them today and Inez must have 
read his thoughts. 

"Sherry tells me you liked what you saw on the couch, the other day," she 
said, her tone a bit heavy. 

"Yeah," said Keith evenly, "although, uh ... I didn't see all that much." 

With a kind of dramatic slowness, she reached down and pulled the hem of her 
shift to her waist, parting her thighs and exposing the exciting territory 
of her tight panties. 

"I wear these for special occasions," she breathed in a strained whisper. 
"If you're as good as you look in those swim trunks, big boy, I think today 
might just be one of those special occassions." 

Keith felt his loins rapidly swelling at the display. She glanced over at 
him and he saw the heat in her eyes, that same gleam he had seen that day at 
the meet. Her tongue was darting nervously over her teeth. 

"How come you're sitting all the way over there, anyway?" she asked. 

He slid over next to her and stared at the ripe treasures of her exposed 
womanhood. Boldly, he reached out and traveled his hand along the shivery 
expanse of her nyloned leg. His fingers were caressingly gentle as they 
grazed and stroked the soft white flesh of her inner thighs above the 
stocking tops. She trembled, sighing explosively as he lovingly palmed her 
pantied puss. 

He slid to his knees, then, his body crouched under the dashboard. She was 
panting and squirming in the car seat at the insistent probe of his fingers 
on the moist fabric of her panties. He was ready to pull them down when 
suddenly her leg shot out and he heard the screech of brakes, the car 
slamming to a stop as his head thudded against the dashboard. 

"Oh," she was gasping, "you'd better cut that out, I almost went through 
that light!" 

Keith climbed back up on the seat and saw that Inez was halfway into the 
intersection. He noticed several people standing on the corner and staring 
at him and Inez with wide grins. He glanced at Inez, her breasts heaving, 
her eyelids fluttering. 

"That was real nice," she breathed, "in a few minutes you can give me all 
you want." 

After a couple of blocks, they arrived at the Marsdale home. Keith jumped 
out of the car and raised the garage door as Inez pulled in. He slammed the 
door shut behind her, as the excitement roared in his veins. As he came 
around to the side of the car, Inez stepped out puffing and panting, 
reaching up under her shirt, wriggling out of her panties. 

"I can't wait ... I need a quickie right here." 

Keith stood staring as she bunched the shift to her waist and sat herself up 
on a waist high washing machine. Her big, black bush of crotch fur was as 
lush and mature as any he had ever seen. Her fingers were working rapidly on 
the buttons of her sheath and suddenly the top gaped open and her big jugs 
bounced out, quivering in a transparent rayon brassiere. 

"Come on, honey!" she hissed, her hot glance shooting to his bulging jeans, 
"whip it out! Quick!!" 

He fumbled with the waist tab as he closed the gap between them. She gave a 
little cry of delight when he unzipped his levis and his big penis popped 
out. He moved between her tensing thighs and she reached down, eagerly 
seizing the soaring prick as it angled up at her. Her ass was squirming all 
over the smooth metal surface of the washer as she guided his big wand to 
the shivery portal of her puss. 

They were both shaking and groaning as his heated knob probed and then slid 
searingly into her slippery socket. She seized his head and molded their 
mouths in a wet kiss. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he welded their 
crotches even tighter over the edge of the washer, serving his cock up with 
long jabs and lusty thrusts. From her sitting position, her clittie was 
getting some groovy friction from his hot reaming prick, and it wasn't long 
before she was writhing in the throes of a rapid fire release, nearly 
falling over on him from the force of it. 

Juan Primera Quintet was swinging through their Saturday Matinee at the 
plush Parkview Hotel in downtown Glenn. The Blue Grotto, the stylish 
cocktail lounge in which they played, held a small, relaxed crowd, mostly 
couples. The mellow candle-lit atmosphere of the club was a perfect setting 
for the quintet's insinuous music and they were ending their set with an 
upbeat, cooking Latin number. 

Connie Willard, sitting alone, inconspicuous in a dark corner felt the music 
boiling in her blood. She loved Latin rhythms and having had a few drinks, 
her blood was singing along. Her eyes were fixed on the drummer named Jimmy 
Spaulding was his name. He was driving the other musicians with a furious 
tempo, stepping into thundering rolls and crashes as the music rolled on his 
beat. 

He was a blonde fellow and in his loose dashiki, Connie could see the hard, 
rippling muscles of his lean body. His legs were spread on the drum stand 
and she had a clear shot of his good sized bulge from where she sat. He was 
rhythm incarnate. It was as if the drums were an extension of his sinewy 
body. 

Today she was really feeling on top of it, more confident of herself than 
ever before. Inez had set things up for her so completely today that all she 
had to do was pick her man, though she knew beforehand who she wanted. She 
had always wanted to ball a musician, having always heard they were 
excellent lovers. 

The atmosphere of the club, and the glamour of the stage added to her 
excitement. The bartender had been instructed by Juan Primera to give her a 
key to one of the hotel rooms when she came in; she hadn't felt so special 
for a long time! It was as if the whole club, the matinee, the musicians 
were all hers! She felt positively regal! 

She fingered the keys and was suddenly struck by an impulse. The number was 
Hearing its climax and Connie decided it was time for her move. Unconcerned 
if anyone should see her, she tossed the keys at her target with surprising 
accuracy. They glanced off the splashing cymbals of Jimmy Spaulding's drum 
set and landed beside him. He grinned, and, keeping perfect time without 
hand, bent to claim them. He shot a handsome smile in her direction and 
Connie knew he had been aware of her presence the whole time. Her pussy 
tingled. 

The number ended and before the applause was barely over, he grabbed his 
coat and hurried off the bandstand. He came right up to Connie with a big 
grin. 

"Hi, my name's Jimmy Spaulding." 

She was so excited she didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at 
them! 

"Oh yes! I know. I think you're marvelously talented." 

"Thanks," he said, "I've got other talents too." He held up the keys. 

"Looks like 420 is our lucky number." 

Connie knew he was just as eager to get on with it as she and stood up 
quickly as he helped her with her coat. He had a real cute grin and it was 
all she could do to keep from reaching down to his tight torero pants and 
squeezing that beautiful bulge. He escorted her to the elevator in the hotel 
lobby and suddenly they were alone in the compartment. 

They came writhing against each other in a hot, tonguing kiss. Connie was 
shivering all over as she felt his rock hardness in the lap of her tight 
dress. He slid his hand up the back of her nyloned thigh, under the brief 
hem and caressed the springy globes of her ass through the clinging panties. 
She knew from the exciting fencing of his tongue in her willing mouth, that 
he was the thrilling lover she knew he would be. She almost went off right 
there, when he slid his hands inside the thin briefs and diddled the moist 
crack of her bottom with a stiff middle finger. 

Her heart was pounding wildly as he pulled himself away, just as the 
elevator opened. He led her by hand and they dashed down the hallway like a 
couple of kids to the room. He was so excited he could hardly fit the key in 
the lock. 

He closed the door behind them and in a single quick motion, that reflected 
his vigor on the drums, he whipped off his dashiki and pushed his tight 
torero pants to his knees. His cock was beating the air with wild 
excitement: Connie groaned at the sight of it-long and hard, capped with a 
golden bush not unlike her own. 

He swept her against him, his hands pushing the dress to her waist as his 
cock throbbed against the thin band of nylon between her hunching thighs. 
Ooooh, his rigid drumstock was giving her all kinds of wet thrills through 
the sheer fabric. His hands were mauling and squeezing her thrusting tits, 
as her nipples burned in their lacy bra. 

"Take off my dress," she gasped, into his ear as his cock slid back and 
forth against her, "please, quick ... I'm burning up!" 

He reached behind her and his experienced fingers found and undid the 
zipper, helping her wriggle out of the tight frock as their raging bodies 
bucked and heaved in a hot little dance of genital delight. 

He pressed his face between the scented mounds of her lacy brassiere and she 
felt his hands tugging at the waistband of her panties as he backed her 
across the room seemingly lifting her on his hard staff. They staggered and 
fell to the bed and then her panties were whispering down her nyloned legs, 
and then his long, smooth penis was sliding into her. 

Keith was lying on the Marsdale's springy king-size bed, catching his breath 
after the quickie downstairs. To Inez's delight, he had kept his hard-on 
after giving her three star-spangled climaxes on the washing machine. She 
had gone into the bathroom to undress and clean up the joy juice which had 
soaked her loins and thighs and had left Keith in the bedroom with his prick 
sticking up like a flag-pole. 

He looked down his body, past the jutting nine inches of his aching mast as 
Inez suddenly appeared in the doorway, completely and gloriously naked. He 
could see her olive tanned body had lost none of its fullness with age; the 
swelling, big nippled breasts and the long, tapering thighs topped with 
freshly powdered pussy fluff, had his cock beating with want. 

She glided across the room and knelt beside his turgid body. 

"I thought I'd grease your parts," she whispered as she held a cupped palm 
to his face. It held a tiny dab of spicy smelling oil. She rubbed it all 
over her hands and then shaped them lovingly over his huge organ. She 
greased his pole completely, stroking it until it gleamed with the slick 
oil. 

She bent her head over and let her dark tresses brush over the sensitive 
area of his crotch. He groaned and she took him in her mouth with a swooping 
hungry stroke. Her lips and tongue were turning him to butter and from where 
he lay, he could glimpse their reflection in the dresser mirror across the 
room. He watched his big tool sawing in and out of her hollowed jaws, heard 
the steady, slippery rhythm and suddenly felt his loins explode. The strong, 
spicy mixture of sperm and oil flooded her mouth and she sucked it down her 
throat. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

CREAM AND SUGAR 

Cliff Marsdale rolled over groggily in his bed, managing to open his 
sleep-heavy eyes enough to look at the clock. Christ! Twelve-thirty already. 
He groaned and stretched his long body, nude under a pair of sheets. He 
rarely slept in the raw, but Wednesday night had been so muggy that blankets 
and pajamas were out of the question. 

He realized how down-right exhausted his last trip had left him. Perhaps, he 
mused, he was getting at an age where he was no longer up to such excursions 
... but no, he knew that part of the reason he retained so much of his 
youthful vitality in his late middle age was that he did not dwell on such 
worries. He was a firm believer that a man was old only when he began to 
think old. 

Inez wasn't to be seen or heard anywhere this morning; she had mentioned 
something about shopping downtown, so she had probably left a few hours ago. 
He had been slightly peeved when he had phoned her from Chicago and she had 
told him about the youth adult swap she had arranged with the Willards. The 
more he thought about it, though, the more the idea appealed to him. 

He knew Inez got damned itchy on his trips and had long ago admitted to 
himself that he couldn't blame her if she got a little behind his back. He 
felt a little left out about this last deal, but what the hell, he had got 
his share in Chicago. His thoughts lingered briefly on the lovely face and 
form of Shiela Wilde, a widow he had met there a year ago. He had visited 
her frequently since then and this time, when he arrived at her plush 
penthouse, they had hardly finished exchanging hellos before he was pulling 
her panties down those long, twisting thighs. Mmmmmm, she was certainly 
sweet stuff. 

Rex had phoned last night only shortly after Cliff had gotten in from the 
airport, to tell him that the Willards were leaving tomorrow for their 
upstate cabin. The school term had ended last week and they were planning on 
a relaxed month in the country. Cliff regretted that he would no longer be 
seeing the beautiful Mrs. Willard. All this sexing lately had made him 
hornier than usual and he knew it would probably be a long month with Inez. 

Rex had been talking about the adult swap and had been so tactful at first 
that Cliff made a point of assuring him that he liked the idea and wished he 
had been in on it. After that, the two discussed swapping, exchanging little 
things they had learned about each other's wives, hints that might be 
helpful to their respective lives. Rex had also told him what a sweet dish 
Sherry had been. He had compared her love nature to Connie's and mentioned 
that, for her age, she knew a hell of a lot about men. 

Cliff had only lately begun to realize that he had quite a sexy little dish 
living under his nose. He remembered when he had first met Inez, Sherry was 
thirteen and well advanced for her age, but Cliff had immediately taught 
himself to think of her as his daughter. Lately though, every time he looked 
at her stunning, lissome features, he realized how mature she really was. 
The fact was that, in her looks, she was more Nick Jorgenson's child than 
Inez's. He had seen her and Keith together and knew they probably enjoyed 
some wild sex together. He knew he had to accept her as a woman and, because 
of this, he felt he hardly knew her. Who was this beautiful stranger 
parading around his house anyway? 

He decided it was about time to get his ass out of the sack and he pushed 
the thin sheets aside. He began doing some relaxed sit-ups on the bed, 
letting his muscles flow easily with the exertion, when suddenly Sherry 
burst in through the half open door. 

She stopped short and there was a dramatic pause as she gaped at Cliff's 
long penis, laying limp on the taught muscles of his thigh. Cliff was 
momentarily abashed, but quickly regained his composure and deftly slid his 
lean body back under the sheets. Sherry too, quickly covered her surprise, 
which contained a trace of awe, and smiled serenly. 

"Well, Daddy, looks like I wasn't the only one beating the heat last night." 

She was wearing a housecoat and holding some underwear in her hand; Cliff 
guessed she was nude under the coat. 

"Looks like I'm not the only one to sleep in, either," Cliff replied 
grinning. "I'll bet you were having an extra good time with Keith last 
night, seeing as he'll be away for a month." 

"Now Daddy," she smiled coyly, "if you're thinking what I think you're 
thinking well, you're wrong. The fact is, I was over at his house the whole 
time helping him pack." 

Cliff had a teasing remark about her last statement on the tip of his tongue 
but had to remind himself that he was talking to his own daughter ... well, 
his step-daughter at least. Sherry must have guessed what he wanted to say 
for he caught a little twinkle in her eye. 

"Sorry to interrupt your exercises, Daddy," she said, "but the reason I came 
in was to find out if you might want some breakfast in bed. I guess you're 
pretty tired after your trip." 

"Yeah," said Cliff, absently. He caught himself eyeing the thrust of her 
breasts in the housecoat. "Uh ... yes, breakfast in bed ... umm ... well, 
why don't you just fix me a cup of coffee, honey." 

"Cream and sugar?" 

"You bet," he said, wondering if the creamy skin of her body was as sweet to 
the taste as her mother's. She turned and he watched the sway of her cute 
little ass before she descended the stairs. 

Sherry put the coffee on and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. Wow, 
she thought, have I got the itch this morning! She was quivering all over as 
the exciting picture of her step-father's penis kept flashing through her 
mind. So long and thick with a beautiful crop of black fur. Just imagine 
what it would be like hard. She flushed as she realized the incestuous 
direction of her thoughts. 

Damn it, anyway! The dryness in her throat and the insistent twitching of 
her pussy kept reminding her that Keith would be gone for a full month ... a 
month! She'd promised Keith, as a matter of course, that she wouldn't see 
anyone else while he was gone, but they both knew she probably would, 
nonetheless. A month without a big long cock! Forget it! The trouble was, 
how was she going to meet any guys while she was trapped in her summer 
office job? There was something heavy in the air this morning and she knew 
it would be hard to keep control if ... if.... 

She brushed her long hair with quick, agitated strokes and dabbed a little 
lipstick on her pouting mouth. Doffing her housecoat, she slipped on a lacy 
bra and stepped into a pair of sheer hme green panties. Oooooh, they felt 
wild on her itchy cooze! Was she losing control already? She admired herself 
in the mirror with narcissistic fervor-oh, the way her bra and panties clung 
to the full blown curves of her tits and hips, she felt as good as she 
looked! The panties were rumpled right into her pussy! 

She started to put the housecoat on and realized it would be a bit 
uncomfortable in the humidity of the house. But she couldn't go up to her 
step-father's room ... she pulled on the housecoat unwillingly and went into 
the kitchem to prepare her father's coffee. The cup was rattling and 
spilling in her shaky hands as she ascended the stairs. 

"Probably a bit hot for coffee this morning," Cliff greeted her from a 
relaxed position in the pillows as she entered the room, "but I feel ... 
well, a bit languid this morning." 

"This'll perk you up." 

She hoped her tension wasn't telling on her as she handed him the cup. Cliff 
smiled calmly into her eyes as he sipped the coffee. She was standing there 
feeling a bit uncertain about what she would do next when Cliff slid over in 
the sheets and patted the space beside him. 

"Here, sit down and we can read the news together. I've been out of this 
state for a week, so I've got a little catching up to do." 

She had forgotten about the morning paper she had tucked under her arm. She 
couldn't control a little involuntary shiver as she eased down next to him 
on the bed. Her eyes were fixed on the dormant lump of his virility in the 
sheets as she handed him the paper. 

Cliff flipped casually through the pages while his step-daughter's fragrant 
presence stepped up his heartbeat. She kept leaning and rubbing against him, 
asking him questions about the news, deliberately reaching across his body 
every now and then to hold up a page in mock interest. Cliff could hear her 
heavy breathing and with each movement of her body he felt a twinge in his 
loins. He knew she was eyeing the contours of his body through the sheets 
and suddenly, in the back of his mind, he had just decided to relax and let 
things run their course. 

"You interested in stocks, Sherry?" he teased, as he flipped to the Dow 
Jones averages. 

Oh, how she wanted to say it, sultry, evenly-"No, Daddy, but I sure dig 
cocks!" Oh, how she wanted to reach out and sieze him through the sheets. 
Her head was spinning and the muggy room suddenly seemed ten degrees hotter. 

"You don't mind if I take off this housecoat, do you Daddy?" she heard her 
voice ask, quaveringly. 

Cliff tried to hide the secret delight from his face. He was about to 
suggest opening the window but decided the room temperature suited him just 
fine. 

"Feel free," he said, calmly. 

He felt her wriggling out of the coat and couldn't resist the impulse to 
glance over at her supine body. She was beautiful! Bright green panties and 
a tiny bra! His head was spinning too, and there was a sudden pulsing in his 
loins. His prick was slowly lengthening under the sheets and he heard her 
sharp intake of breath. 

"Sherry," he said, not quite knowing what he wanted to lead up to, "I'm 
sorry I'm away from home as often as I am. I'm glad you're on such good 
terms with your mother, but I really regret that I don't get to talk to you 
more often." 

"Me, too, Daddy ... I mean, sometimes I feel as if I hardly know you. It's 
only been four years and it's hard to think of you as my father. Sometimes I 
just want to call you Cliff ... things like that." 

"Yes, I know what you mean," he said, eyes lighting. He put the coffee cup 
down on the nightstand. "I was just thinking that very thing before." 

There was a brief lull as they both became conscious of his steadily 
enlarging protrusion in the sheets. Sherry was shifting her silken thighs 
nervously. 

"But," he continued, "I think we can still trust each other and confide in 
each other freely. In other words, have a real father-daughter kind of 
thing." 

"Oh, yes. That would be nice. I only wish we could see each other more. I 
mean, the way you come and go it's, well ... it's just as if mother and I 
had this handsome older man who came and visited us once in a while," she 
bubbled. 

"Do you like handsome older men, Sherry?" he asked, taking his cue. "Oh 
yes!" 

"Your mother told me about you and Rex-how did you like him?" 

"Oooooh, he's just ... I mean...." 

"Come on, now. I told you we could trust each other." 

"Oh, he's a marvelous man...." 

"And a lover?" 

"Oh, Daddy," she giggled, "yes he is. He's so ... well, big!" 

There was a long pause as Cliff slowly turned to her. Her pantied ass was 
squirming uncontrollably as the tenting in the sheets throbbed and beat. He 
had a full erection; she tried to ignore it as he looked into her eyes. 

"Well his wife tells me that he hasn't got anything on me in that 
department." 

Her face was flushed and her breasts were swelling uncomfortably in her 
brassiere as she tried to meet his gaze with her fluttering eyes. She tugged 
nervously at the bra strap. 

"Say," he said, "maybe that top of yours is a little tight. You're getting 
to be such a big girl, Sherry...." 

"Oh," she breathed, "Daddy, would you help me loosen the straps?" 

"Sure honey, just turn around." 

She shifted over on the sheets as she felt his fingers move to her bra in 
the back. But he wasn't loosening the straps. He was undoing the catch!! 

"How they put these things together is beyond me," he was saying. 

She felt the sudden tickle of his fingertips near her armpits and suddenly 
she was sinking back into his arms, onto his firm, heaving chest as his 
hands shot around and cupped her trembling breasts. It had all happened so 
fast, so easily.... 

Her nipples stiffened like hot darts in the slow caress of his palms. She 
gave a choked cry of passion and in a single, eager motion, she swept the 
sheets away from his lust-hardened body. He was planting little kisses on 
the sweet, soft skin of her neck as she reached out for the rigid, thickly 
veined lance of his manhood. She clutched and pumped on it as he slid his 
fingers under the waistband of her panties and gently claimed her oozing 
pussy. 

The room seemed to be turning over and around them as she raised herself up 
to mount his body ... as she seesawed her pantied crotch on the underside of 
his stiff pleasure snake, trapping it against his belly ... as he lifted his 
head to take a dangling, bouncing breast tip in his fevered lips ... as the 
sibilant friction of the sliding nylon on his scrotum drew a hoarse rumble 
from deep within him ... as he roughly tore the panties off her bucking 
loins.... 

Her torrid cry of anguish obliterated the loud squeaking of the bed as his 
rampant penis plumbed her torrid pussy through the torn front of her 
panties. He looked up at the beautiful body bobbing wildly on the end of his 
big pogo stick as he humped his ass in the bed shoving it into her with the 
force of his recoil. 

"Oh, good ... good!" 

Her violent shuddering spasm shook both of them as she bounced and thrashed 
on her step-father's prick. He watched the contortions of her face through 
glazed eyes as he shot his load ... Rex had been right about her, he 
thought, flooding the lust heat of his satyr's body into the submissiveness 
of her womanly body, maybe this month won't be so long after all. 

"Oh, Daddy, push harder ... harder, please," Sherry squealed. 

"Daddy's shot his load, baby." 

"Please, please, I'm coming. Help me, please." 

With this, Cliff took Sherry's clit and squeezed it between his thumb and 
forefinger. 

Sherry screamed with delight. Her orgasm was shattering. She collapsed in 
exhaustion on her father's sweat-soaked body. 

"Oh, Daddy, can't we do it again? Oh, please, Daddy. I've never felt a cock 
like yours in my life." 

Cliff laughed at that remark. "Okay Sherry, give me a little rest and we'll 
see how we can please you the most." 

Cliff and Sherry lay in each other's arms for about fifteen minutes just 
speaking softly to each other. 

"Daddy, is this the first time you've had the urge to fuck me? I'd like to 
know. Really, I would." 

"Well, sweetheart, to tell you the truth ... Let's see the first time I saw 
you, you were only thirteen-years-old. Let me tell you something-I wanted to 
throw you down and fuck you on the spot. But I had to force myself to think 
of you as my daughter and not my lover." 

"Don't you love Mommy?" Sherry inquired, innocently. 

"Yes, I do, very much, but that's besides the point. You see dear, love has 
nothing to do with this." 

"You mean you don't love me?" 

"Of course I do, don't be silly. It's just a different kind of love. I love 
your mother one way and you the other. Of course, that doesn't mean I don't 
find you as succulent and desirable as she." 

"Oh, I see, in other words, you have hot rocks for me." 

"If you want to put it that way I guess so." 

Sherry glanced down at Cliff's cock. Sure enough, it was starting to rise. 

"Daddy," she said. 

"Yes, love," he answered softly. 

"Let me put your beautiful prick in my mouth." 

"Whatever you'd like to do is all right with me." 

Sherry nibbled at Cliff's neck. Then she slowly and very provocatively 
inched her way down to his groin. 

She rubbed her nose in his soft, downy pubic hairs and fondled his enormous 
cock in her hand. Then she positioned herself between his legs and began to 
play her favorite game. 

Her tongue quickly darted in and out of her mouth. She quickly licked her 
way up from his knees, along his inner thighs, to his prick. 

Cliff thought his balls would bust wide open. He began squirming around, 
uncontrollably in the bed. 

Sherry took his strong, masculine legs and placed them over her shoulders. 
This brought his asshole in line with her sweet mouth. 

She began playing with his hole. She seductively tickled it with her index 
finger while she licked his crack. Cliff was going wild. 

"Sherry, Sherry, please don't tease me anymore. Do something. Anything. I 
don't care what you do. But for Christ sakes, please do something." 

Sherry just giggled. She loved to drive men wild. Especially experienced men 
like Cliff. They were a special conquest. It was easy to drive some high 
school virgin out of his mind, but a man like Cliff....well that took 
special talent. 

Sherry decided to partially end his agony. With one quick move, she shoved 
her dainty finger up his bumhole and wiggled it furiously. 

This was too much for poor Cliff. He groaned in agony and pleasure. This was 
a great relief. 

When Sherry heard his sigh of relief, she quickly withdrew her probing 
finger and began tickling him again. 

Cliff looked up startled. 

"What the fuck are you trying to do, Sherry, drive me nuts?" 

Sherry looked up long enough from between Cliff's legs to give him one of 
her dazzling smiles, then she lowered her head and plunged her tongue right 
up the channel of his ass. As she did this, she rubbed her nose in his 
halls, and stroked his prick with her hands. 

God, she thought, this is a beautiful cock. So tall, so straight and the 
skin is so soft. She loved the way the veins were popping right out from the 
skin. This made her feel accomplished ... like she had done something. 

Cliff was going nuts. This little chick was a pro. He reached down between 
his legs and started pulling at Sherry's hair. He wanted that sweet, little 
mouth plastered on his rod. He wanted to feel that sweet warmth all along 
his shaft right down to his pubic hairs. 

With one, quick yank, he had pulled Sherry from between his legs and plopped 
her on her back. 

Sherry looked up at him inquiringly. But before she could get a word out of 
her partially opened mouth, Cliff had plunged his prick half-way down her 
swan-like throat. 

"Come, baby, suck. Suck for all your worth. 

Suck your daddy's nice, big cock. Come on, baby, make me come." 

Sherry was making gurgling noises. She would have liked to answer Cliff, but 
her mouth was filled to the brim at the moment. 

Cliff kept his fingers entwined in Sherry's hair. She didn't even have to 
move her head. Cliff was doing all the work. He had straddled her chest and 
was moving his hips in such a way that his cock was doing a dance in and out 
of Sherry's mouth. 

Sherry drew her lips tightly around Cliff's prick. She made her mouth feel 
like a virgin cunt with a tongue. She pulled on his shaft and made her 
tongue dance lightly all around it as Cliff plunged in and out of her oral 
cavity. 

Cliff's muscles began to strain. He began to groan low, gutteral sounds. 
Sherry knew what was about to happen. 

She again made her tongue dance furiously around the head of Cliff's prick. 
She had to make him come like he had never come before. This would be a feat 
well done for her. She just had to do it. She was determined. 

He gave two more fierce, deep plunges that almost choked poor Sherry, and 
shot long, hot streams of come into her lovely mouth. 

Sherry gobbled it up as quickly as it came. She sucked so hard that Cliff 
thought she'd suck his testicles right up through his shaft. She drained him 
... dry. 

Suddenly, his muscles gave way and he collapsed. He lay with his legs thrown 
across Sherry's chest, panting for air. She had exhausted him. 

Good work, sweetie, Sherry thought. I guarantee he'll never forget this 
blow-job. 

Sherry was still lively, though. With a considerable amount of effort, she 
managed to straighten Cliff out on the bed. Then it was her turn to straddle 
him. 

She lowered her lovely pussy an inch from Cliff's gasping mouth. 

"Come on, Daddy, you must be awfully thirsty and I've got something really 
groovy for you to drink." 

"Oh, Sherry, I am thristy. Get me some water, please...." 

"Oh, no, Daddy, this is much better," she taunted. 

With this, she lowered her body so that her sweet, juicy cunt covered 
Cliff's mouth. 

"Come on, Daddy, suck. It'll taste a lot better than water. Stick your 
tongue out and lick up all that sweet goo. Come on, Daddy, you'll love it, I 
know. It tastes so good. Try it." 

Cliff would have protested, but Sherry was rubbing her cunt all over his 
mouth now. 

So he obliged her little whim and whipped his tongue around her clit. 

Sherry liked that ... oh, did she ever. She began whimpering with delight. 

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, bite it. Bite it for your Sherry, please." 

She began frantically jumping up and down on his face. Cliff realized that 
if he didn't do what she wanted, she would probably knock his teeth out with 
her pubic bone. 

Cliff deftly began nibbling at Sherry's little mini-penis. She was right, 
Cliff thought to himself, she's got the sweetest tasting cunt this side of 
the Mississippi. 

As Sherry began writhing uncontrollably all over Cliff's face, he reached up 
and grasped her hips to steady her motion. When he positioned her properly, 
he thrust his slimy tongue into her channel. He lapped at her ferociously. 
He was bringing her to a shattering orgasm. 

As Sherry felt her climax approaching, she was shaken by the uncontrollable 
urge to have a nice, fat, juicy prick in her mouth. 

Before Cliff could stop her, she twisted her body around and flipped her 
hips so that she was straddling his face again. She smashed her asshole 
right onto his nose and plugged her mouth with his prick. 

She sucked him like a wild woman. The more and harder she sucked the faster 
her orgasm was coming. 

She began gurgling and moaning. She bucked her hips wildly. And then it 
happened. She let torrents of love juice loose. She damned near drowned poor 
Cliff in her sweet ooze. Then she collapsed in complete and total exhaustion 
... still with Cliff's tool in her mouth. 

Cliff slipped her body down his. His prick plopped out of her mouth. He 
pulled his legs out from under her and grabbed two pillows and placed them 
under her belly so that her nice, rounded ass was waving seductively in the 
air. 

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "I'm through. I'm finished. I'm really all fucked 
out." 

"Oh, no you're not, sweetheart. You've got more stamina than a horse. I'd go 
so far as to say you could probably fuck me into the ground. You just need a 
little re-stimulation." 

"Oh, no, Daddy, please ... Ow, what the fuck...." 

Cliff had taken his gargantuan prick and was toying with her asshole. It was 
gooey and slimy with saliva. He positioned himself against that tight, 
little bumhole and gave one good push. There was a little popping sound and 
zap.... 

"Oh, Daddy, stop! Please you're hurting me. Your cock is too big!" 

"Relax, sweetheart, just relax and it'll feel great." 

Cliff reached around her lithe body and began toying with her clit. That 
sent shots of sheer pleasure through Sherry's body. It even drowned out the 
pain she was feeling in her ass. 

Cliff kept pushing slowly until he was in to the hilt. Then he released his 
hold on Sherry's clit. She was in ecstasy. The pain was gone. All she could 
feel was this delightful pogo stick stuck up her ass. 

She wiggled her hips frantically trying to induce some action. She even 
began rocking back and forth on all fours trying to get Cliff to move. 

"Hey, Sherry, I thought it hurt too much," he laughed. 

"Shut your fucking mouth and pump, you bastard. I'm hotter than hell and all 
you can do is make fun of me. Now pump!" 

Sherry's annoyance excited Cliff. He was teasing her now just as she teased 
him an hour ago. He was going to make her beg to have her ass reamed out. 

"Daddy, for Christ sakes, fuck me. Please fuck me." 

"You want Daddy to fuck you, love? Let's hear you say it nice and sweet. 
Now, what do you want Daddy to do." 

"Fuck me, please." 

"Where?" 

"In my ass, Daddy, please." 

"How?" 

"I want you to ream out my ass until I scream bloody blue murder you 
son-of-a-bitch. 

Stop the shit and pump you fuck. Now!" 

Sherry was adorable when she was hot and angry. Cliff could no longer 
resist. 

She was wiggling that little ass of hers all over his shaft and he couldn't 
hold out any longer. 

He began pumping like a jack hammer. In and out, in and out, the friction 
was building. 

"That's it, Daddy, that's it. Pump harder. Harder. Slam it in up to my 
throat. Oh, Daddy, harder, faster." 

Wow, Cliff thought, this kid has got an iron asshole. He was pumping the 
shit out of her now and she wanted more. She was her mother's daughter all 
right. There was definitely no question of it. 

"Ooo," Cliff groaned. "I'm gonna shoot, baby. Are you ready?" 

"No, Daddy, no. Please not yet. I'm almost there, but not yet." 

Cliff decided to help her out a bit, so he plunged three fingers into her 
juicy twat and began frictioning the hell out of her. It was all Sherry 
needed to help her along. 

She rocked back and forth on his shaft and fingers like a fucking maniac. 
She writhed and twisted her hips frantically. She wanted to feel his prick 
and fingers touching her canals at every angle possible. Then she reached 
down and began manipulating her clit. 

She exploded in one mighty orgasm as Cliff shot his load into the depths of 
her bowels. 

They rolled ah over the bed while they were in the throes of their mutual 
orgasm and then collapsed in a sweaty, slimy heap. 

It was just about then that the door opened. In walked Inez. 

"Well, well," sneered Inez, "I see you've been serving Daddy his favorite 
breakfast in bed." 

Cliff and Sherry were stunned. They didn't know where to hide. When Inez let 
loose, she had a wild temper. 

"Now, now my darlings, don't be frightened. I'm just a little annoyed that I 
wasn't invited. Don't you think a threesome is a little more fun?" 

Inez had visions of a family orgy in her head until she took a look at 
Cliff's prick. It looked like a shriveled up prune. She realized that it 
would take two splints to keep that thing sticking straight up in the air. 

With a long sigh of disappointment she said, "Well, darlings, it looks like 
we'll have to make this scene some other time. It seems that the main 
attraction is all petered out." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

GANG-BANG SHERRY 

Well here it was, the middle of summer and Cliff was off on one of his 
jaunts again. Keith wasn't due back for another couple of days and Sherry 
had this awful itch. 

That was one of Sherry's problems. Scratch as she might that fucking itch 
always came back. Now what was she supposed to do. Who was going to service 
her now. 

Cliff, Sherry and Inez had had some wild times together. Just thinking about 
them was making Sherry cream. It was also getting her outfit of the day. 
After all, if she was on the prowl, she had to look her best. 

And that she did. She had chosen a slinky mini-dress that accentuated every 
curve she had. She looked luscious enough to eat, but after all, that's 
exactly what she had in mind. 

She jumped in her car and was off. She didn't know where to but she would 
just drive around and see where the action was. 

Sherry had gone a few miles away from her home town when she realized that 
soon she would be out of gas. 

She pulled into the first gas station she could find. She didn't even look 
up when the voice said, "fill her up." 

"Anything you say, baby," replied the strange voice. 

Sherry looked up and when she saw where the voice was coming from she 
immediately dropped her noncommittal face and started to beam. 

The attendant was gorgeous. He was about six feet taU and had dark, wavy 
hair. His eyes were hazel and piercing. He also sported the most out of 
sight moustache Sherry had ever seen. She was not usually turned on by 
moustaches, but this one really looked like it could tickle her fancy. 

"Hi," she beamed. "I'm sorry I was so rude before, but I really wasn't 
concentrating." 

"That's okay," he answered seductively, "now what's a pretty thing like you 
have to concentrate so hard on. 

"You'd be surprised," she answered coyly. 

"Yeah, I bet I would," he laughed, a hearty, rip-roaring laughter that could 
be heard four blocks away. 

Sherry dug him. She loved his body, his eyes, that moustache and how he put 
all he could into his laugh. This guy she had to make, theee was no question 
about it. 

"It's really hot out today," he interrupted her train of thought, "so why 
don't you go into the office, and meet my partners. It's air-conditioned in 
there and you can have a coke or something." 

"That sounds like a good idea," Sherry purred softly. "If your partners are 
anything like you, I think I'm going to enjoy it immensely." 

"Oh, they're like me, don't you worry your pretty little head about that." 

As Sherry was getting out of the car, she noticed the bulge in her new found 
friend's pants. What a cock she thought to herself. This is going to be 
better than I thought. 

"Oh, by the way," she said, "what's your name?" 

"Rafael." 

"Mmmm, an unusual name for an unusual guy, huh?" 

"That's right, baby, you hit the nail right on the head." 

Sherry walked to the gas station office. She kept her legs close together so 
that her little ass would wiggle. Rafael couldn't keep his eyes off of her. 

She opened the door to the office and saw two other hunks sitting there. 

"Hi," she said, "Rafael said I could come in, cool off and have a drink." 

"Whatever Rafael says is alright with us," they said in unison. 

"My name is Sherry." 

"Hi, Sherry, I'm Stuart and the sulky one here is Lee." 

"Oh shut up," Lee grumbled teasingly. 

"Well, isn't someone going to offer me the coke Rafael promised me?" 

"Sure, sweetie, just hang on a minute." Stuart took a bottle of coke and 
poured it into a glass. 

"Thank you," Sherry said. 

"Hang on a minute," Lee injected. "You're not going to give our guest just a 
flat old coke. Why don't you spice it up a little?" 

Stuart nodded his head in agreement and reached into one of the desk draws 
and pulled out a half-used bottle of rum. 

He poured a healthy shot into Sherry's glass, and handed it to her. 

Sherry wasn't much of a drinker. Not that she didn't like the stuff, but her 
tolerance to liquor was really low. But that was okay, too, she figured on 
taking these three guys on at once. She'd have to be a little loose for 
that. 

She had downed half of her drink when Rafael came in the door. That bulge in 
his pants was too much for Sherry. She was very hot and a little tight. So 
with her inhibitions loosened she grabbed for what she wanted. 

"Sweetie," Sherry purred, "this has got to be one of the nicest pieces of 
meat I've seen in a long time." 

"You haven't seen anything, yet," Rafael laughed. "How would you like to see 
it in the flesh?" 

"Oh, yeah, please." 

Sherry downed the rest of her drink while Rafael lowered the shades and put 
up the "out to lunch" sign. 

Stuart and Lee couldn't believe what was happening. They knew Rafael had a 
way with girls, but this was ridiculous. 

When Rafael was through, he walked over and stood in front of Sherry so that 
his crotch was right in her face. 

He unzipped his pants and out plopped his peter. "I'd like you to meet a 
friend of mine," he teased Sherry. 

"Pleased to meet you," she cooed, and then bent forward and kissed Rafael's 
cock right on the head. 

"You can give him a nicer kiss than that, can't you?" 

"You bet your ass I can." 

With this Sherry opened that darling, experienced mouth of hers and gobbled 
Rafael's gigantic prick down. He grabbed her hair and steadied her action on 
his meat. 

This was too much for Lee and Stuart. Their cocks were popping out of their 
zippers. 

Rafael saw this. "Don't be shy, fellas, come on and join the fun." 

They really didn't need much coaxing. They immediately began tearing off 
their clothes. 

Rafael stopped Sherry's action long enough to undress himself. When Sherry 
saw this she decided to do the same. But Rafael stopped her. 

"Give us the honors, sweetie," he smiled. 

"Of course," she said. 

"Come on, guys, give me a hand." 

Before Sherry could count to three the three men had her stripped naked and 
flat on her back. 

"Wow," grinned Lee, "look at that creamy pussy." 

"You like pussy, Lee?" Sherry teased. "Mine's the best tasting pussy in 
town. Why don't you give it a try." 

Lee kneeled between Sherry's leg and gave a little lick. 

"Mmm, sweet as a peach," he told his friends. 

"Okay," said Rafael, "Lee, turn her over a little. You take the pussy. I'll 
take that luscious ass and Stuart since you're a tit man, you can have those 
two delectible globes." 

"That's fine with me," said Stuart. 

The three of them were as busy as beavers. Stuart sucked one tit to 
distraction while he fondled and pinched the other. Lee chewed on her clit 
while he finger-fucked her and Rafael was stabbing his tongue in and out of 
her asshole. 

Sherry was going nuts. She'd been banged before, but never like this. 

She reached out for something she could hang on to. She found a prick. It 
was Stuart's. She squeezed his shaft with all her might and began moving the 
skin back and forth. 

She was hot ... she was coming. They all knew it because they could feel her 
body stiffen and quiver. 

Lee thought he would help her along. He pulled his fingers out of her slimy 
cunt and jabbed his tongue as far up her hole as it would go-That was all 
the inducement she needed. 

With one rip-roaring jerk she let go of a load of cream that was 
unbelievable. She bucked and writhed frantically and then went limp. 

The boys kept licking at her until she started to react again. It was as if 
they had laid out a map and a plan of strategy. Everything went smoothly. 

Everyone changed positions as if it were all planned in advance. 

They placed her flat on her back. Rafael got in between her legs and plunged 
his prick into her wet pussy. 

Lee and Stuart got on either side of her and placed their throbbing cocks in 
her hands. 

She hung on for dear life. Rafael was frictioning the shit out of her. 

She began jerking Lee and Stuart off. Back and forth, back and forth she 
pulled on their cocks. They all began to groan. They were all about to come. 

Rafael gave one last plunge and shot his hot liquid fire into Sherry's 
belly. Lee and Stuart let go of their loads too. She felt their come on both 
her tits. 

It was just beautiful. Sherry wanted more. She had to have more. 

Of course, the men were more than willing to oblige her. 

This time, Lee took her pussy. Stuart begged for that nice tight little 
asshole of hers and Rafael wanted her mouth. 

"Okay, fellas, let's figure this out systematically. I wouldn't want any of 
you to be disappointed." 

"Groovy baby, but this is gonna be a hard one," Stuart panted. 

Sherry rolled over on her side, and pulled her knees up to her chest. 

"Okay Lee, see if you can get that gorgeous hunk of meat into my pussy." 

Lee lay next to her. And with a little positioning and wiggling slipped his 
shaft up her wet canal. "Ooo, that feels so nice," she cooed. "Now Stuart, 
stick that lovely cock of yours up my ass. But do it nice and easy. Try not 
to tear me apart, huh?" 

"Sure thing, baby. Nice and easy Stuart, that's what they call me." He 
spread the cheeks of her ass and placed his rod at her puckered hole. 

He pressed, but it wouldn't go in. So he spit on his hand and smeared his 
saliva around her hole. He tried again. His prick violated her hole with a 
little pop. The rest slid in easily. 

"How does it feel being the ham in a ham sandwich?" Rafael laughed. 

"No funny stuff," Sherry feigned anger, "just stick that luscious prick of 
yours in my mouth." 

"You're the boss, baby." 

Lee and Stuart began frictioning her at the same rhythm. The feeling was new 
and unreal to Sherry. It felt like one, huge cock was pumping away at her 
insides. 

She opened her mouth inviting Rafael's cock to enter. Rafael crawled closer 
to her. 

First she nibbled at the head, lovingly. Then she tried to get her tongue 
into his tiny pee-hole. Then with one long suck she had the whole shaft in 
her mouth so that the head of his cock was tickling her tonsils. 

The four of them rocked in unison. They were all in heaven. This was 
probably the best experience they had ever had. 

They were all ready. They were all more than ready. 

Lee was pile driving in and out of her pussy while Stuart began ram rodding 
her asshole. 

"Oh, shit," Lee cried, "my balls are ready to explode." 

"That's okay, man," Stuart answered, "I'm not too far behind you." 

Rafael was so far gone he could do nothing but grunt in agreement. 

Then it happened. They all came at once. Their orgasms were collosal. 

Sherry could feel hot come in her pussy, her ass and galloping down her 
throat. She was in heaven. By the time these guys got through coming she'd 
have at least a pint of sperm in her. 

She greedily swallowed all of Rafael's load and began tightening and 
loosening her cunt and ass muscles so she could milk her other two partners 
dry. 

It worked. She pulled on their cocks until they went limp and slid out of 
her holes. 

All three men collapsed in one sweaty heap. Sherry got on her hands and 
knees and began licking all the sweat and excess come off of their bodies. 
They didn't even realize what she was doing, they were so out of it and 
tired. When they finally came to and they saw Sherry sitting in the middle 
of their bodies just as perky and bouncy as ever. 

"Jesus Christ, Sherry," Lee gasped, "doesn't anything ever tire you out." 

"Nope," she answered happily, "three good shots of love juice is enough to 
perk any girl up." 

"Yeah, it sure looks that way," Rafael quietly laughed. 

"Now listen fellas," Sherry said sternly, "I was nice enough to lick you 
guys clean and now ray pussy is still all slimy and no one is making a move 
to do anything about it." 

"Are you serious, baby?" Stuart said, not believing his ears. 

"Sure, one more orgasm for the road will suit me just fine. Now let's see. 
Lee has had a taste of my pussy and Stuart ... oh just a damned minute. 
Rafael, I've just got to feel that moustache on my pussy. I've just got to." 

Rafael gave out with one of his mind-bending laughs. "It looks like that 
moustache gets them every time, doesn't it fellas?" 

"Yeah, it sure does," said Stuart, with a little bitterness in his voice. 
"Looks like I'll have to invest a little time and grow one. Nothing like 
being a cuntlapper." 

Rafael fell onto his back and roared. Sherry saw her moment and didn't waste 
any time. She straddled Rafael's face. He opened his eyes and saw her slimy 
pussy descending. 

He opened his mouth wide so that he could cover it all. 

Sherry was right when she guessed that that moustache would send her to 
heaven. As Rafael lapped at her cunt, his moustache was tickling her clit. 
It was the wildest sensation she had ever experienced. She swore from that 
moment on to have her cunt lapped by only a man sporting a moustache. That 
would be one of the preliminary specifications. 

Sherry just wanted her pussy cleaned by a nice, juicy tongue, but Rafael's 
moustache was driving her wild. 

She cupped Rafael's head in her hands and slammed his face into her pussy. 
She wanted to stuff his whole head up her cunt. She was trying her damndest 
to do it too. 

It's a good thing Rafael was an agile breather. She would have smothered him 
otherwise. 

Rafael tonguefucked her until she reached her orgasm. This time she was 
tired out. This guy was really out of sight. 

When she regained some of her strength, she gathered up her clothes. 

"Hey just a damned minute," cried Stuart. 

"What's your problem," laughed Rafael. 

"All you guys have had a shot at her pussy in one way or another ... but me 
... nothing!" 

They all laughed heartily except Sherry. 

"Hold on, baby," muttered Sherry, who was now totally spent, "are you saying 
that you want to fuck me?" 

"I don't give a shit. Fuck you or suck you. All I know is that I want that 
juicy little pussy of yours." 

"Shit, can't you see that I'm all fucked out. I feel like a wet mop." 

"Aw, c'mon, baby, you can raise a little passion for me, can't you?" 

"Stuart, have a heart. I've taken all three of you on at once. What else do 
you want?" 

"I told you, baby, your pussy. I want that cunt of yours around my cock or 
in my mouth. Whichever you prefer is all right with me." 

"All right, but give me a breather. I've never gang-banged before you know. 
In a couple of weeks I'll be able to fuck all of you right into the ground." 

Rafael gave out with another one of his bellowing laughs. 

"Actually, I think we can all go another round. What do you think, Lee?" 
asked Rafael. 

"I'm always game for another go ... or come to be more exact." 

"Great sense of humor," groaned Sherry. "I wouldn't mind, but it's my cunt 
you're going to fuck to death." 

"Aw, you'll love it and you know it," teased Stuart. 

Since Rafael was always known as the gentleman of the group, he made his way 
over to the cooler and brought Sherry another coke laced with rum. 

"Here, baby, this'll perk you up," said Rafael. 

"Thanks a load, lovey, I'll need all the perking up I can get." 

They just gave her enough time to swallow her drink. They didn't want to 
waste anymore time. Time was money to them. And they had been out to lunch 
for an hour and a half already. 

Sherry lay back on the floor again. This time Stuart went for her pussy. 

"Hey, baby, you need a little warming up, don't you," he said. 

"You bet your ass I do," she laughed. 

With that Stuart bent down between her legs and started licking at her cunt. 
It was the grooviest cunt he had ever tasted. He wished it didn't have 
everyone else's come all over it though. Rafael had done a good job of 
cleaning it up, but there were still tell-tale signs of sperm tangled in her 
pubic hairs. 

Much to Sherry's surprise, she was getting hot again. Oh, no, she thought to 
herself. Can I be that short-fused? I've just about been fucked to death and 
here I am hot all over again. 

Then she heard Rafael's voice in the background. "Why don't we let Stuart 
have a free for all. After all, he's been getting second best this whole 
time." 

Lee agreed. He was tired. He couldn't get a hard-on if the chick stood on 
her head. 

So the ground was all Stuart's. He was in heaven. This little cunt was all 
his. Mouth, tit, and all ... all his. When he felt Sherry was aroused enough 
he began fervently tongue-fucking her. He ate her pussy dry. There was a 
method to Stuart's madness. He liked dry runs. The drier he got Sherry, the 
harder the friction would be against his rod. 

When he had sucked her good and dry, he raised himself to his knees. He put 
his hands under Sherry's hips and flipped her over. 

"Oh, no, not my ass," she cried. "That poor thing has had it." 

Stuart laughed. "I don't want your asshole, baby, I've already had that. I 
just want your pussy, doggy-style." 

He placed his shaft at the entrance of her cavity and lunged forward. Sherry 
almost hit the ceiling. Her pussy was so dry and sore it was unbelieveable. 
Stuart showed no mercy. 

"Okay, baby, pump," Stuart groaned. "Come on, baby, I'm ready to shoot." 

Sherry pounded her ass back at Stuart for all she was worth. And then it 
happened! They were both being submersed in the whirlpool of their orgasms. 

They collapsed on the floor, exhausted. When Sherry gathered up some 
strength, she put her clothes on. 

She kissed her partners good-bye and as she was walking out the door she 
said, "Okay fellas, I guess this will be my regular station from now on. 
When I said, 'Fill her up,' I never expected this!" 


THE END
