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 Belinda looked like a cat climbing up and down my husband's frame.  Her
long limbs seemed to move independently as she pawed and clawed her way
along his body shedding both his clothes and hers as she went.  She kept
Stephen transfixed, as the tall redhead took charge of the business at
hand. The one concession to surrender Belinda made was to turn her back to
him so he could unzip her gown.  She didn't so much remove it as to scrape
it off her body using my husband as a rasp.
   For the first time in three days I felt a pang of jealousy stab my gut
as I watched this performance.  The fact that she was so apparently into
him and that he made no move to resist, take charge or even participate,
but merely surrendered to her blatant sensuality had me considering the
possibility that her attentions might shift his affections away from me.
   Her tongue dragged up his chest from his hard belly, across his nipples
to his neck.  I heard her growl that he should take off her one remaining
garment.  "My thong," she whispered hoarsely.  "Get it off."
   "Amazing, isn't it," Charlie said sotto voce in my ear as we continue to
sway to the music.
   "You've seen it before?" I wondered aloud.
   "Several times," he admitted.  "It never ceases to fascinate me."
   Stephen hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Belinda's thong and
stripped it down her shapely thighs and calves.  Belinda stepped lightly
out of them and returned to her journey up and down my husband's body.  Her
hand clasped around his erect member and steadied it as she administered
several long licks, her pink tongue laving the flesh.  At the end of her
last lick, she simply closed her lips over the head and sucked his length
into her succulent mouth.
   I tore my eyes away from the scene to survey the remainder of the room.
Taylor, I saw, had Larry on one of the sofas.  His legs were splayed out
and his head rested against the back.  Still in her gown, Taylor knelt
between his legs.  She had his cock poking through his trousers and was
bouncing her blonde tresses as she enveloped it between her lips.
   Larry, I thought to myself, who had been so thrilled to take me just two
nights ago.  Larry, my neighbor, who had fantasized about sex with me as
his wife, Dawn, plotted and schemed to arrange our very first swap session.
Larry had worshipped at the altar of my body in our guest room the first
night Stephen and I engaged in the swap.  I remembered hearing Dawn moan in
ecstasy as my husband ministered to her insatiable sexual appetite while
Larry licked my yearning pussy.
   We had moved so far beyond that simple swap.  Taylor and her husband had
joined us yesterday and I felt the girth and strength of Jerry moving
steadily inside me, sparking the nerve endings as he plowed the furrow of
my pussy with his marvelous cock.  Then I had helped my husband enter the
delicate folds of Taylor, holding his member and directing it inside her,
before returning to the guest room and Larry's attentions throughout the
previous night.
   "Shouldn't we get this man naked?" Dawn's sultry voice startled me out
of my reverie.
   "Yes, yes!" I agreed, turning my attention to Stephen's client and
gorgeous hunk of manhood.  My fingers seemed stiff as I plucked at his tie.
   Dawn drew off his jacket and left me to work the buttons on his dress
shirt.  Charlie shrugged off his braces and Dawn went to work on his shoes.
In seconds, the glorious Charlie Elliot stood naked in front of us.
   "What about you two?" he asked.
   Dawn turned her back to me and I unzipped her gown.  I reversed my
position and Dawn returned the favor.
   "The secret is out," Charlie chuckled.  "None of you wore bras!"
   "Device of Satan," Dawn quipped, quickly shucking her thong, and
approaching Charlie on the left.
   I snagged my white thong and tugged it down, stepping away from the tiny
garment.  Charlie wrapped his right arm around me as I snuggled against his
body.
   My right hand naturally ascended to his chest.  I stroked the skin, then
let my hand descend toward his hardening member.
   Belinda had maneuvered my husband onto his back on the carpet of the
room.  With her knees on each side of my husband's head, she was licking
down his length, pausing to briefly envelope his cock with her lips.  Each
time she achieved that position Stephen lifted his head and licked at the
tender folds of her labia.  But, as soon as he began Belinda would release
his hard and administer kisses along his torso up to his chest, forcing
Stephen to relinquish his prize and submit to the redhead's attentions.
   "Tell me, Mr.  Elliot," Dawn was saying, "Do you like to eat pussy?"
   Charlie laughed.  "Indeed," he replied.
   "Do you prefer naked blonde pussy or naked dark-haired pussy?"
   "I have no such preference," he said, playing along with joviality.
   "That's fine," Dawn said.  "In as much as the blonde is `your date' for
the evening, I'll allow her first option at penetration.  You will,
however, be required to perform on me in order to insure my cooperation."
   "Darling Dawn," Charlie teased, "if you taste as good as you look, that
is no encumbrance at all."
   "Good," Dawn said with finality.  "Let's get to the sucking and
fucking."
   Charlie lay on his back.  I looked at his firm member standing upright.
It was a beautiful cock.
   "I'm going to worship your cock before I put it inside," I told him.  "I
hope you don't mind."
   "I am here for you, my dear," Charlie said.  "Use me as you will."
   I managed to arrange myself so I could suck on Charlie's cock while
still observing the activities of my husband and his redheaded partner.  As
I planted tiny kisses along the length of Charlie's beautiful member, I saw
that Belinda had relented and allowed Stephen full access to her pussy. 
She knelt across him, her mouth locked on his cock as Stephen slurped the
juices from her nether regions.  He grunted and groaned with exertion and
delight at the variety of sensations.
   In the meantime, Dawn positioned herself kneeling across Charlie's head.
Her delicate flower immediately became the center of his attention.  I
stopped ministering to his lovely member just long enough look over my
shoulder and watch his pink tongue slide seductively between her nether
lips.  My own pussy nearly gushed with sensation just seeing the contrast
of his shining tongue and the delicate folds of Dawn's labia.  I returned
to my selective licking and kissing of the meat tower in front of me and
felt Charlie's cock lurch between my lips in reaction to the excitement and
stimulation of the moment.
   My mind was awash in the broad variety of sensations.  I could hear
Stephen as he continue to lap at Belinda's nectar.  I felt Charlie's
throbbing member in my hand and on my lips as I slickly slid my mouth up
and around it.  Across the room, Taylor and Larry were already in position
as he slid himself into her from behind.  The music played softly in the
background and the lighting was subdued and permitted us to just see one
another without a hint of harshness.
   What I wanted at that moment was for Stephen to watch me.  I lifted my
head and whispered harshly.
   "Stephen!" I rasped.
   He raised his head from the redhead's pussy, a look of confusion on his
face.  I smiled at him.
   "Watch!" I urged in a low whisper.  "Watch as your wife plays the slut."
   I ran my tongue up the thick length of Charlie's member.  When I reached
the tip, I swirled it around, lapping up the precum oozing from it.  Then I
enveloped it in my mouth, diving down until my nose rested in his pubes.  I
slowly withdrew, gently scraping my teeth along its length.  When I reached
the tip, I gave it a little kiss and then looked back at my husband and
grinned.
   "You are so hot," he murmured.
   I chuckled.  I knew I was hot.  What I needed was for my husband to see
and acknowledge it even as his dick was being consumed by the lithe,
gorgeous wife of my present partner.
   "I want to watch you fuck her," I whispered to him.  "I want to see her
eyes as your cock slides into her."
   "You get on him," he said, his voice strange and tight.  "Put his cock
inside you and then you can watch." Then he went back between Belinda's
thighs, driving his tongue into the recesses his cock would soon be
filling.
   Stephen was right.  What I was aching for was the feeling of a hard cock
lodged inside me.  I shifted position, releasing Charlie's meat and
stepping astride our host.  I grabbed the shaft and knelt down, jamming him
into the damp hole that yearned to be filled.  The tremendous relief and
marvelous fullness made me groan as I sank down on him, letting his
slippery hardness reach into my depths.  This was, I determined, a mighty
fine cock I had put inside me.  It was just long enough to fit comfortably,
full in girth, giving me a nice stretch, and plenty hard enough to reach
all the right places.  I smiled to myself, nodded, then reached down to
caress the heavy balls attached to my prize.
   Situated and satisfied to an extent as I was, I took inventory of the
situation around the room once again.  To my left, Larry and Taylor were
grunting as my friend's husband pounded her from behind.  Taylor's hair
glistened as it gently tossed each time the two bottomed out.  She was
giving back to him all Larry could hand out.  As he drove forward, she
thrust back.  They were methodically pounding each other with determination
and a steady rhythm.
   Behind me, Dawn was softly and happily muttering a variety of
vulgarities as our host tongued her steaming hole and nibbled her tender
flesh.
   And, not seven feet away, my husband had shifted positions and
maneuvered Belinda onto the edge of one of the love-seats that dotted the
room.  Her feet, still encased in the sharply pointed heels, pointed toward
the ceiling as Stephen approached he on his knees, his engorged prick
pointing straight toward her welcoming pussy.
   "Open your eyes," he directed her.  "I want to look into your eyes as I
enter you."
   "Yes," she hissed at him.  "Watch my eyes as you fuck me."
   I lifted my body nearly off of Charlie's cock as my husband placed his
at the entrance to Belinda's steaming hole.  As Stephen slid into the
redhead, I lowered myself onto her husband member, mimicking the sensations
she experienced.  She licked her lips as he filled her with his meat,
wrapping her legs around his back and grasping his shoulders with her
slender fingers.  Her head nodded.
   "That's it," she groaned.  "Put it deep in me and fuck me, darling."
   The sound of her calling my husband darling was endearing and tender, in
spite of the raw sensuality of the moment.  I was pleased.  She obviously
enjoyed him and was eager to experience him as a lover.
   Stephen's strong thrusts prompted several grunts which transformed into
groans of pleasure as her hips rose to meet him.  He held tight to her
waist, pulling her body toward him.  Meanwhile, my thrusts on Charlie
matched my husband's lunges into his wife.  Charlie responded much as she
did, raising his hips to match my plunges.  In spite of my desire to watch
my husband and his wife, the sensations of Charlie's cock inside drove me
to close my own eyes and establish an independent rhythm.  I could feel his
hands on my own hips as I rocked back and forth on him.
   Taylor cried out in passion as Larry's enthusiastic drive toward their
mutual conclusion reached a zenith.  "Don't stop!" she wailed, "Please! 
I'm there, baby!  Make me cum!"
   Her cry surprised me.  I hadn't heard her vocalize her delight in this
manner at any other time.  Larry must have been doing a masterful job of
driving the other blonde toward her climax.  While he had made love to me
several times over the past couple of days, he had always been gentle and
tender.  Our joining had always been comfortable and satisfying, but not
the world-crashing culmination Taylor was apparently experiencing.
   I squeezed myself on Charlie.  Taylor's yelping was largely responsible,
but the truth was that Charlie's cock was as near perfect as any I'd ever
had.  It felt so damned good that I was barely able to restrain myself.  I
half-giggled to myself with the thought.  Any cock I'd had, I thought. 
What was that?  Three?  Stephen, Larry, and Jeremy.  Charlie made four. 
This was good.  I felt such gratitude for Dawn and Stephen for allowing me
this experience.  This whole weekend had been a revelation.  I liked
fucking.  I liked it and I liked the idea of comparing cocks, sizes,
techniques, and methods.  And the fact that my Stephen was a couple of
yards away enjoying the delicacies of Belinda didn't bother me at all.  In
fact, it made it that much better.  This way, I could enjoy my new hobby of
cock comparisons without my darling husband being deprived or deceived.  It
was delicious.  The truth was that I hoped it would continue.  I would be
thrilled every time my husband told some attractive male, "Take my wife,
please."
   "Time to deliver, Charlie," I murmured, and increased the tempo of my
lunges.  I was ready to cum.  I wanted to see if his size, girth, and
technique would enhance the experiences I'd had.  I lunged forward and
back, and, bless his heart, Charlie kept up.  Every time I plunged down on
him, Charlie would arch his back and shove his cock further up inside me.
The in-and-out motion set off sparks along my vaginal canal, and rubbing
his veined cock along my clit stimulated a veritable storm of sensations
that seemed to collect in a hard ball deep in my belly.  I determined I
could keep going until I felt him unload his hot essence inside me.  Then,
I would release all my tensions and sweep to my own climax.
   Charlie's hands grasped my hips.  He kneaded the flesh like soft dough.
I could tell he was getting close.  Sensitive to his need for consistency
of motion and an increase in tempo, I speeded up my lunges, not changing
position, but simply going faster.  My concentration was shattered when I
heard Belinda literally scream.
   "Yes, darling, fuck me!" she bellowed.  "Fuck me harder, faster, just
fuck me!"
   I looked up and saw Stephen, with a fine sheen of sweat on his shoulders
pounding himself into the redhead.  Her ankles were on those shoulders, her
high heels pointed at the ceiling.  Her hands clawed at his hips.  She
continued to stream together a river of words urging my husband on.
   "Oh, yes," she screamed, "I'm cumming now.  Keep fucking me.  Make me
cum on you.  Shoot your hot cum inside me.  I want you to cum in me.  Cum
for me now, at the same time I'm cumming.  Your cock feels so good.  You're
the best, darling.  Just fuck me `til I can't take it.  That's it.  Just
fuck me!"
   Charlie apparently heard the same shrieks and it was all he needed.  I
felt his glorious cock swell inside me and the first spurt of hot semen
splashed my love tunnel.  The hard ball of my own climax burst and Charlie
and I pulsed together as he squirted his cum into me and my muscles
attempted to milk every drop out of him.  When the ball exploded, I
couldn't hold in the cry of ecstasy that escaped my lips.  "Oh, fuck, yes!"
I wailed, unconscious of the words, and only barely aware of making any
sound.
   Dawn was busy filling Belinda in on our weekend when I returned from the
bathroom.
   "You've got yourselves a little club right there in your neighborhood,
don't you?" the redhead said.
   "We hadn't really thought about it that way," Dawn said.  "It was sort
of spontaneous."
   "That's crap," I told them.  "Dawn, Larry and Stephen have been
strategizing for weeks."
   "So, you were the last to come along?" Belinda asked me.
   "It would seem so," I acknowledged
   "It suits you, though," she said.
   "It does suit her," Dawn agreed.  "Beside, she didn't resist too hard
when we finally proposed the swap."
   "And I," Taylor chimed in, "was a happy accident."
   Belinda cocked an eyebrow.
   "Taylor kind of walked in on us," Dawn said.  "Hussy bitch saw we were
all naked and asked to join the party."
   "You're just mad because I've just fucked your husband better than you
ever did," Taylor gibed at her.
   "Fair's fair," Dawn retorted.  "Remember, your husband was doing me all
night long last night.  That's a fine hunk of cock."
   "Ladies, please!" came Larry's interjection.  "I resent being referred
to as a single piece of anatomy."
   "You mean like a fine piece of ass?" Belinda chided.
   "Exactly," Larry said.  "You are obviously more than a fine piece of
ass."
   "Although," Stephen offered, "she is a fine piece of ass."
   "And a pretty good fuck, too," Belinda encouraged my husband.
   "Absolutely," Stephen confirmed.
   "Well, it sounds like lots of fun," Belinda said.  "Charlie and I will
have to visit for the festivities some weekend."
   I looked at Dawn, who nodded imperceptibly.  I checked Taylor.  She
grinned.
   "That would be perfect," she said.  "We'd love to have you and Charlie
join us.  I'm sure Jeremy would find you delectable."
   "Not to mention a fine piece of ass," Charlie chuckled.
   Belinda looked at him sternly.  "So, tell me, Terri.  Now that you've
started down this path, does it suit you as much as it seems?"
   I shrugged.  "It seems so.  My emotions seem to be under control.  I
don't get really jealous until a glorious beauty like you takes up with my
husband.  Then, I just put all that energy into fucking whoever my partner
is.  By the time I've cum a couple of times things seem to balance out."
   "Well, you've seem to have had practice," she smiled at me.  "All of
your husband's partners this past weekend are stunning."
   "We are a pretty good-looking bunch of bitches, aren't we?" Dawn said.
"Don't you boys think so?"
   The men all agreed and Belinda rose to help Charlie refresh our drinks.
When they returned, they seemed to settle so that the next set of coupling
could be accomplished.  Charlie settled in next to Dawn.  Belinda moved
toward Larry and urged Taylor toward Stephen.
   "You know, if Dan was home," Belinda said to Charlie, "we wouldn't be
unevenly matched like this."
   "Who is Dan?" Dawn asked.
   "Charlie's son," Belinda replied.  "He's just home from college for the
summer."
   "He's not your son?" Dawn wanted to know.
   "Heaven's no!" Belinda said.  "That would be incest!  No, he's Charlie's
from his first marriage.  I'm Charlie's trophy wife."
   "You've been doing your stepson?" Dawn sounded shocked.
   "He's not really a stepson, darling.  In fact, Dan introduced me to
Charlie.  We were dating for about three months before I took up with
Charlie."
   "I told you that you were too mature for my son," Charlie laughed.
   "Well, since Dan and I were already sleeping together, we didn't see any
reason to stop just because I took up with Charlie."
   "And, you're okay with that?" Dawn asked.
   Charlie shrugged.  "Dan and I have common interests.  Belinda is one of
them."
   "Sounds like you've got your own little club right here," I told
Belinda.
   "I've been very deprived since Dan when off to college," she said with a
mock frown.
   "Nonsense," Charlie chided her.  "When have I ever denied you?"
   "Excuse me," Dawn interjected, scooting herself around our host.  "Do
you mind if I suck on this while you two argue?" She grabbed his flaccid
cock and raised it up to her lips.
   Leave it to Dawn to get everybody rolling down the familiar track.  I
got to enjoy the site of the three couples in front of me in various forms
of foreplay.  I was seated comfortably on the sofa, sipping at my drink,
with my right leg cocked on the cushions and my left foot resting on the
floor.  A soft, masculine voice came from behind me.
   "I seem to be overdressed for this party," the voice said, barely
audible.  I looked to my right and saw a 20-year-old Charlie Turnball
standing just behind my sofa.
   "You would be Dan?" I asked, not even bothering to attempt to hide my
nakedness.
   "That's me," he grinned.  "If you don't mind I'll fix a drink and sit
here next to you.  You seem to be missing a partner."
   "Terri," I said by way of introduction, sticking out my hand toward him.
He took it and held it very still.
   "Warm.  Walk with me to the bar.  I think I like your attitude."
   I walked with Dan to the bar and he efficiently mixed his scotch and
soda.  "Anything for you?" he asked.
   "I've just had a refill," I said.  "I'd like to keep conscious."
   He motioned toward the sofa and we walked in that direction, skirting
the couples on the floor.
   "You don't seem surprised," I said.  "Does this happen often?"
   "Not often," he replied, gesturing to the seat, "but frequently enough
to not surprise me.  My parents are highly sexual people.  I've seen it
before.  What brings you here?"
   I pointed to Stephen as he energetically slurped at the delectable
Taylor.  "My husband."
   Dan nodded.  "And have you just been sitting here naked watching all
night?"
   I sipped at my drink.  "Actually, no," I said, feeling somewhat
embarrassed.  "Just this round.  Your father and I...well, you know."
   He smiled.  "Indeed I do."
   "And," I began, "I know, too.  I mean, about Belinda."
   His mouth made an "O" as he nodded and sipped his Scotch.  "It must seem
strange and perverted to you."
   I shrugged.  "I don't know.  Father and son, both are having sex with
the same woman, as long as she's not the real mother?  I guess its okay."
   "We started before she met my Dad," Dan said.  "It was her idea to keep
going."
   "That doesn't surprise me," I acknowledged.  "What was your father's
reaction?"
   "He said it was better than her slipping around on him.  He'd rather
know about it, have it all out in the open."
   "What about you?"
   Dan smiled and nodded.  "She loves me.  Don't get me wrong, she loves my
Dad, too, a lot.  We both love her, too.  So far, it seems to work."
   "Same for me," I admitted.  "So far, it seems to work."
   The cry from the other side of the room startled us both.  "Dan!  Dan!
Is that you?" Belinda had realized that the young man was in the room with
us.
   "Yes, it's me, Belinda," Dan called back.  "Looks like you're having
fun."
   The redhead was on her hands and knees as Larry pounded into her from
behind.
   "Very nice," Belinda said.  "One of my favorite ways, you know."
   "I know," Dan laughed.  He had the same engaging, bright smile and laugh
that his father had.
   "Oh, oh!" Belinda yelped as Larry punched home a couple of deep thrusts.
"Get naked, Dan, and share yourself with our guests," Belinda directed.
   "Do you mind?" Dan asked me.
   "I don't see why not," I replied.  "I'm naked.  You might as well be,
too."
   Dan stood and pulled his polo shirt over his head.  He shucked off his
loafers and unbuckled his belt.  His trousers and underwear came off in a
single sweep.  When he stood up, I could see he had the same swimmers body
as Jeremy.
   "Nice," I commented.
   "Thanks," Dan said, resuming his seat next to me.  "So are you."
   I raised my glass and we touched rims.
   "We don't have to do anything, you know," he said, "you and me.  I know
this must be a bit strange to you."
   "Sweetie, I've fucked four strange men in the last couple of days.  I
don't imagine one more will destroy me."
   "Oh," he said, looking a little sad.  "I'm sorry you haven't enjoyed
your experiences."
   "I didn't say that.  All of them were lovely and exciting.  I just don't
want you to feel obligated to do anything.  But, if you would like to, I'm
fine with it."
   "You know what I'd like, Terri?" he said.  "I'd like to sit here and
chat with you just like we've been doing.  No pressure.  No plan.  Just
enjoy each other's company."
   "And, if we feel like it later, we can fuck like mink, right?"
   "If we feel like it," he agreed.
   We talked for nearly thirty minutes.  I found out he was doing fairly
well at college and seemed to enjoy the challenge.  His frustration was in
the survey courses that seemed intent on cramming an entire course of
instruction into one term and the intention of too many of his graduate
teaching assistants to cull out those they believed weren't capable of
making the grade.  When I asked about his intended major, he was unsure.
   "I like science in high school.  Math was great.  I don't want to do
business, though.  I really haven't made up my mind."
   As we talked, I thought, I really like this kid.  He's got a good head
on his shoulders, seems unabashed about his personal situation and is
easy-going and well-balanced.  I decided that I really did want to fuck
him.
   I began by reaching back and stroking him gently as we talked.  He asked
me how I had come to be involved in the mini-orgy in his home.
   "What's a full-fledged orgy," I wanted to know.
   "Oh, five couples, at least," he said.
   I told him the story of Dawn, Stephen and Larry's original plan and my
eventual decision to go along.  Then I told him something I hadn't even
admitted to myself or to Stephen.
   "The fact is, I really, really liked it," I said.  "There hasn't been a
second that I haven't just relished all the sensations and the reactions. I
guess that makes me a slut."
   "That's much too pejorative a term," he said.  "You're enthusiastic."
   "You're right.  I'm an enthusiastic slut."
   We both laughed.
   "That being the case," I said, having determined to advance, "I'd
really, really like it if you'd fuck me.  Would you mind?"
   Dan responded by sliding off the sofa to the floor, plopping my knees
across his shoulders and directing his tongue toward my box.
   "I've been drooling for this since I came in, Terri.  Can I please eat
your pussy before we fuck?"
   "Yes, darling," I said, mimicking his mother, "please eat my pussy
before you fuck me."
   Dan did both, and did them both exquisitely.  It was obvious that
Belinda had taught this youngster well.  The fact that they were both so
open about their sexuality had apparently allowed them both to practice the
finer points of both operations.  He had me screaming with orgasms several
times before he pulled his lips from my steaming box.
   My pussy was literally quivering by the time he finally penetrated me.
The sensation was not unlike a small orgasm as he gently slid himself deep
within me.  I smiled as I recognized that I was in the same position on the
love seat that his step-mother had been when my husband had taken her.
   "That's never happened before," I gasped, looking into his handsome face
and feeling his meat lodged inside me.
   A look of concern crossed his face.  "Are you all right?" he asked.
   "Definitely all right," I breathed.  "You're the first to make me orgasm
during penetration, though.  I've never had that happen to me before."
   He grinned.  "That sounds sort of clinical.  Did you come when I fucked
you?"
   He slid himself out and back in, making my eyes roll up in me head.
   "Almost constantly," I whispered.  "I think I like how you fuck me."
   Dan's lovemaking started out firm, but gentle.  His thrusts began slowly
and inexorably and increased in tempo and resolve as he expertly brought me
toward what I knew would be a crushing climax.  Then, he backed off,
slowing to his original gentle, temperate pace.  My body backed away from
the orgasm I knew was building within me.  When Dan sensed I was no longer
teetering on the edge, he slowly built up his speed and intensity.  My
hands rested on his strong shoulders, fingers grasping tighter as I rose
toward my crest.  I readied for the exhilarating ride over the edge, but
Dan eased me back yet again.  When I could focus on his face, I could see
he was smiling at me.
   "Having fun?" he asked.
   "Sweetie," I gasped, "you're very good.  You are going to let me come,
though, aren't you?"
   "Absolutely," he said.  "But, I'm a bit of a control freak.  I love the
idea of bringing you close, then backing you off over and over.  When it
happens, when we come, we'll come together and it will be amazing, I
promise."
   "And I love how your cock feels inside me, sliding in and out, piercing
me, filling me.  How did you learn to do this?"
   He nodded in the direction of Belinda.  "The redhead," he said.  "She
taught me that sex isn't a race to orgasm.  It's a journey of hills and
valleys, leading to a mountaintop experience of extreme pleasure, followed
by a long, delirious descent into a valley of tenderness and comfort."
   "Oh, my God!" I exclaimed.  "Come live with me and be my love!"
   "And give up all this?" he joked.  "Besides, what about your husband?"
   "I have enough love for both of you," I told him.  "Or, we could just
leave him with Belinda until he learns like you did."
   "I'm sure Belinda would like that," he said.  "But, for right now, I
want to concentrate on Terri."
   "Please do," I urged him.
   All during our kidding, Dan continued to slide gently in and out of me.
My nether regions tingled with a million sensations elicited by the
slippery friction.  My nipples nearly ached.  Warmth spread from the
joining site of our bodies throughout my belly and into my neck.
   Another hill and valley was crossed as Dan worked his magic on me.  Only
my trust that he would provide glorious completion overcame a sense of
frustration when he backed me away from the precipice one more time.
   "Oh, please," I moaned.
   Dan leaned forward and kissed my mouth, his tongue firmly, but gently,
probing, licking at my lips, entwining with my own.  This was a lover's
kiss, not just another point of hot contact.  The sensation of our lips
together made me grasp at his meat with my muscles.  He leaned back and
looked into my eyes, smiling with satisfaction.
   "Yes," was all he said.
   This time, Dan ran me up the hill with a sense of urgency.  I knew it
was going to be glorious.  I could feel the sensations begin at my toes. 
It traveled up my ankles, calves and into my thighs.  I couldn't help the
moan that escaped my lips.
   We kept traveling up the slope toward the climax.  This was a
partnership in pleasure.  He wanted my pleasure and I definitely wanted
his. My muscles clamped on his hardness.  His hands left the back of my
thighs and grasped my nipples.  He milked the ache out of them.  His breath
was sweet and gusty as it brushed across my shoulder.  My entire body felt
electrified with sensations.
   "Don't stop!" I cried out.  "Oh, please, don't stop!"
   I felt his lips suck at the tender flesh between my shoulder and my
neck. That was all I needed.  I don't know if what came out of my throat
was a scream, a cry, a moan, or if there were words attached to the sounds.
All I knew was that there were fireworks going off in my brain; that my
entire body was like a tightly coiled spring on the point of release.  At
the moment of topping the crest I became aware that Dan was continuing to
thrust with eagerness and strength.  I wished with all my heart that his
release was as close as mine.  I wanted him to enjoy me as much as I was
enjoying him.  I wanted us to come together.
   Dan's groan followed my own crest by only a few seconds.  I could feel
the pulsation of his member and the hot jet of his semen spurt deep within
me.  Dan partially withdrew, then thrust deeply inside.  The next release
seemed longer and stronger than the first.  He held himself imbedded for
the subsequent hot spurts.  It felt so wonderful that another sound escaped
my throat.
   As our ragged breath slowed to a more normal rhythm, I took his face in
my hands.  His eyes were just a little glazed and distant.  I pulled him to
me and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, just teasing those lips with my
tongue.  "I sure hope that was as good for you as it was for me," I
whispered.
   "You really are lovely," he told me, "and enthusiastic.  It was
wonderful.  Thank you."
   "You can't come live with me, you know," I said.
   Dan grinned broadly.  "I know.  But, I hope we will always be friends."
   "With benefits," I acknowledged, "for as long as you like."
   I became aware of the room as Dan and I continued locked together in the
aftermath of our joining.  Belinda was beaming.
   "Isn't he marvelous?" she asked me.
   "That he is," I told her.  "I've decided to take him home with me."
   "Not until he finishes college," Dan's father interjected.
   "I'll just have to split my Fall, Winter and Spring breaks between here
and Tulsa," Dan grinned. 
  
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