Chapter 1

There was no avoiding Tina Rogers once she walked into a room. She stood six foot three inches, and had long, jet black hair that fell straight past her waist, brushing the tops of her buttocks. Her long straight hair made her look even taller than she was, and to this she added boots or platform shoes with a three or four inch heel. Yes, she stood out in a crowd, but not only because of her height. Her tell frame was covered with the juiciest arrangement of flesh any man could hope for. Her breasts we large and firm and didn't need a bra to hold them up, her waist was slim and her hips full-fleshed and very, very suggestive.

Today she wore a halter-top that let the bottom of her breasts swing free, and exposed her middle to the bright sunshine. She also wore a pair of faded dungaree shorts that started about four inches below her cute navel. They ended just an inch or two below her crotch--the crotch that had driven men to do dangerous and foolish things. Her legs were golden tan from the sun. She was sitting in a swing made from some rope and an old, worn-out tire. She swung back and forth from the branch of an ancient, gnarled oak, swinging her legs so that her bare toes brushed the top of the neatly manicured grass.

"Hey Peter," she called gaily. "Peter, come here and swing me. I haven't done this since I was seven."

Peter, tall and bronzed, rose from his lawn chair and walked around behind her.

"I'd rather swing with you than swing you," he said, placing his hands on her full, rounded ass and pushing forward, sending her soaring up towards the outstretched, leafy branches of the giant oak.

Tina swung back to Peter, and again he pushed her forward and upward, making sure to get a generous handful of her ass. They were alone today at Peter Jamison's Long Island estate which he had inherited from his parents. He usually spent all summer here and always invited friends to stay for a couple of days or weeks, whatever. The estate rolled over 60 acres and had it's own dock for sail and powerboats.

Tina swung back and forth, feeling the wind against her face lifting her long hair, sending if flying in all directions. The wind also lifted the edges of Tina's halter and Peter could see a flash of breast, a hint of cherry-red nipple as the wind toyed with the edges of Tina's lacy frock. Back and forth, higher and higher Tina swung with Peter pushing her. At the top of each swing she kicked her long legs up high, almost touching the leaves of the tree with her big toe, making no attempt to keep her frock from billowing out and baring her breasts to the winds and the skies.

With each trip of the swing Peter got more and more turned on. He was grabbing a handful of her ass each time she passed him and he wanted more. On her next swing by him Peter reached out and quickly undid one of the snaps at the back of Tina's halter. She squealed as he did it, but again she kicked up her legs as she approached the branches of the giant oak, letting her now partly loose halter swing free. Peter waited patiently for Tina to make the return swing, and this time he managed to free another of the three snaps. Tina squealed again, laughing as she made the upswing and kicking her legs up again.

This time the halter new up in Tina's face, entirely baring her breasts. Peter Watched with his mouth open as Tina's breasts rolled back and forth, their rich, red nipples becoming sharp and pointed. Tina pushed the halter back down but it didn't do any good because as she swung by Peter he undid the last of the snaps and the halter fell away, floating in the air current created by Tina's swinging and falling to the ground.

Slowly Tina slowed her swinging down. Her breasts rolling back and forth as she swung through the warm summer air felt good. She looked around for Peter but couldn't see him. Still on the swing she undid the snaps of her dungaree shorts and squirmed out of them tossing them in the air and letting them float off. The smooth rubber tire felt good against her bare ass as she continued swinging and looking for Peter.

She swung back and forth, her head thrown back looking up at the leaves above, letting her hair fly wildly in the breeze when she suddenly felt Peter's hands grab her and pull her from her comfortable seat. She fell to the ground and wrestled with him, trying to break free from his grip. She felt him flip her over, and for the first time she looked at him and saw that he had shed his clothes.

"So you went and hid behind the tree." she laughed, breaking from his grip and running across the lawn.

Wordlessly, he pursued her and again caught her and pulled her to the ground. They rolled over and over in the soft grass, he entangled in her long, smooth, muscular legs. She wrapped her legs around him firmly and locked them together, trapping him. Peter struggled vainly, but he couldn't break loose. He continued squirming and managed to turn himself around so that he was facing her. Now his mouth was right at the patch of black hair behind which her sweet slit was hidden.

He lashed out with his tongue, poking through the hair and running his wet, pink, tongue up and down her cunt-lips. He felt a shudder run through her body and he felt the grip of her legs around his waist loosen, but this time he didn't try to break free. He continued lapping his tongue up and down in long leisurely strokes. From bottom to top and from top to bottom, very slowly, keeping an even tempo.

Tina lay back, completely relaxed now, supporting herself on her elbows. Her head rocked from left to right as she fell deeper and deeper under the spell of Peter's slow, rhythmic lapping at her cunt. Her long hair swept back and forth, brushing through the grass. Her legs had locked themselves first but were now spread wide open to receive Peter's tantalizing, teasing tongue. Her buttocks alternately squeezed tight and then relaxed, pulsating to the rhythm of Peter's licking.

Tina felt the pressure beginning to build, and now she slid forward, trying to get Peter's tongue into her twat deeper, but Peter pulled back, keeping his tongue only at the doorway to her pleasure hole. Now Tina started moving up and down in the direction opposite to the one Peter was working in. Her body shuddered as she got more and more excited. She brought her thin, long-fingered hands to her breasts and squeezed them slightly. They were full and ripe and her cool fingers felt good against her hot breasts. Her nipples were hard, and their points were tender to the touch. Slowly she dragged her hands across her breasts, one finger at a time, lingering a little each time one of her fingernails reached her aching nipples.

Her breath became more and more shallow as Peter speeded up the movements of his tongue. She groaned softly as she felt herself relinquish control of her body and felt the orgasm welling up and taking over her consciousness.

"Now, Peter, now," she whispered, summoning up all her strength to utter those three words.

Her prayers were answered as Peter suddenly shot his tongue out and poked it deep into her honey pot, licking the sweet, fragrant juices that surged through her roaring cunt. Peter felt her body buck and toss as she came again and again while he made circular motions inside of her, wrapping his tongue around her clit, and pulling on it; poking his tongue deep into her slit and running it up and down the back wall. She pressed her crotch against his face, trying to swallow his entire head with her orifice.

"Take me, Peter, take me," she cooed as she felt the first waves of orgasm fading away. She fell flat on her back and spread her legs.

Peter advanced further up her body on all fours. His dick was firm and ready to do its worst on Tina's body. He crawled forward slowly, his pink prick pointing forward. Their faces were even now, and he leaned down to kiss Tina. She took his mouth and poked her tongue into it, still tasting the remnants of her juices. She loved the taste and she ran her tongue around his clockwise and counter clockwise, licking the last few drops of her pussy juice that Peter hadn't swallowed.

She felt his hands on her breasts, grabbing them firmly and squeezing them, bringing her relaxed nipples back to erection. Her legs were spread apart as far as she could stretch them, so far that her cunt-lips had poked through the dense swatch guarding them. The edges of her pussy-lips were pink and glistening with the juices of her first orgasm. She could feel the tip of his prick dangling low enough to barely kiss her cunt-lips, she wrapped her arms around him and tried to pull himself up, to swallow his delicious tool.

She squirmed under him, rubbing her breasts against his hairy chest and feeling his prick swing back and forth just touching and tantalizing her anxious cunt. Slowly he lowered himself onto her, letting his cock sink into her twat a little at a time, rationing out the pleasure, so that she didn't come too soon. First the head of his prick sank into her cunt--she sighed--then a little bit of the shaft--she groaned--then he let a little more sink in-- she whimpered, and finally he shoved it all the way in, battering the back wall of her twat.

"Aaarrgh," she cried, bucking and convulsing under him.

And now he started in earnest, pushing and pulling, tugging and shoving, in and out, over and over again, with smooth even strokes. He felt the waves of pleasure wash over his body. Tina was, moving with him, grinding their hips together, feeling his chest slam against her breasts. Again and again, he didn't let up. Tina's mouth fell wide open, but she was paralyzed and couldn't scream the scream of pleasure that she so wanted to let out.

Suddenly she felt a drop of his sweet juices flow from his prick. Peter was about to come, and the drop sent her reeling into the netherworld where she was feeling so much that she could feel nothing. But Peter slowed down, he wasn't ready to come yet, but Tina couldn't last any longer, her body circuits overloaded she tried to scream but only a gurgle emerged from her throat, and her body became stiff as a board as she lost control of herself and lay panting below Peter as he continued plunging his cock in and out of her, not giving her a moment's rest and getting her body churning again.

For a moment Tina's body relaxed. Her toes unclenched and she eased her grip on Peter's back. The hot, pink flush that had spread across her chest retreated slightly, but only for a moment as she felt the passion stirring in her again under Peter's continued assault. Her breathing became shallow again and her body ached for more as Peter continued his plunging. She cried softly as she felt him continue, she craved the juices that were stored up in his body and were just waiting for the chance to spill freely into her waiting crevice. She hungered to feel the source of life which was within Peter's body rush furiously into hers, she needed more than the drop or two that he had carelessly allowed to escape into her a few moments ago, she wanted pints, quarts gallons, oceans, of Peter to pour into her and take over her body.

"Owwaarrgh," Peter groaned as his body went stiff. He could hardly move, he had lost control of the finely toned machine that was his body and now all the tensions that had built up would rush madly out of his body and fill Tina's to overflowing. Tina knew what was going to happen now and she laughed as she shifted her legs, but before she could move them more than an inch Peter's body arched and she felt his semen roar into her gully like a flash flood, drowning her clitoris, rushing into her womb and filling it and overflowing to mingle through the thick patch of hair that became sticky now as Peter's juices coated them.

Slowly, very slowly, Peter started recovering from his orgasm. He rolled off Tina and lay beside her, smiling at her as he watched her reached into her cunt and scoop up the semen which was beginning to drip out. She licked her fingers, which she had poked into her pussy and offered them to Peter who tasted his own semen, too. It was sweet and sticky, and there was plenty of it.

"You should bottle it and sell it," Tina whispered to him as they lay in the shade of the tree.

"I've had offers," Peter smiled, watching as Tina now put both her hands to her twat to catch the juices that were dripping out. Both her hands were coated and she put them to her breasts, smearing them with her sticky hands in large circular motion. Her breasts glistened as she spread the liquid over them, and then poked into her crack for another handful of the gooey goodies which Peter had squirted into her. Slowly and methodically she continued painting her body until she was covered from head to toe, smiling at Peter as he rested and watched her.

She threw her head, brushing all of her hair behind her and then lay down on Peter, her glistening sticky body, clinging to his, as they dozed off in the shade of the giant oak.

As Peter dozed he saw images of the days gone by flash through his mind, the day, in particular, that he'd first met Tina Rogers.

He'd heard a lot about her, but had never met her. He, Peter Jamison, spent a lot of time on the party circuit, and had attended more than just a few orgies. All of his money had been inherited, so he didn't have to do much by the way of work--just keep an eye on the lawyers and accountants. And at every orgy he'd heard the same thing over and over again, "you haven't been to an orgy until you've been to one with Tina Rogers."

He'd gotten intrigued by this build-up and started looking forward to the day he finally ran into her. A couple of months ago he'd been invited to an orgy and his hosts, Julie and Fred Miner, had told him that Tina Rogers would be there. And that was all the invitation he needed.

"Do you know anything about her?" Peter asked Julie.

"Not really. I know she's been to college and that she worked as a nurse for a while, and then as a dancer, but nobody knows much about her, really. But what does it matter. You'll have a bang-up time if you can nail her," Julie laughed. "But remember," she warned, "I want you first."

"Sure," Peter replied, glad to take care of Julie if he could only have a shot at the mysterious Tina Rogers.