Chapter 1

When he ran his hands slowly downward over Cindy's body, she sighed and thrust her cunt forward, pressing her belly against the outline of his hard cock. He felt a sudden urge to throw her down on her back and fuck her, forcibly if necessary. But Pete Braden wasn't the kind of guy to do such a thing -- at least he had never done so to the present moment.

He heard her sighing again, this time close to his ear. When he felt her wet tongue passionately darting into his ear, he picked her up bodily and carried her into the bedroom. Kicking the door open, he carried her to the bed and dropped her, falling down over her body at the same time that his hands went beneath her short skirt and tugged at her sheer panty hose. He yanked the hose down, as well as her panties, and placed his hand over her warm wet cunt. Her snatch was well-lubricated, which meant she was ready to fuck.

It was thrilling to have a "new" woman ready, willing and eager for it. There was nothing better in life. Pete wondered idly if his wife Mary was presently having a passionate reaction to Mark Alexander, if Cindy's husband's advance had aroused her as much as he was aroused. Pete hoped so, or thought he did. It would be better if Mary did feel passion with Mark. This was the first time for each couple -- the first time they had swapped partners. And the first time, so it was said, was usually the greatest.

"Oh, Pete," Cindy murmured. "Put it in, baby, all the way in. Make me cream."

"Let's take our clothes off, Cindy," he said quickly, wanting desperately to be naked in bed with this hot, lovely woman.

"All right, but I'd just as soon take the tube with my clothes on, Pete."

He grinned tensely at her term. "Be more fun it we take 'em off, Cindy."

She sprang from the bed and undressed hurriedly, then she flopped back down on the bed, her long legs spread wide, her mouth open, her eyes slits, her breathing fast and jerky. Obviously, she was even more passionate than he had first thought.

Pete gazed at her tits, observing how rounded and well-molded they were. The tits were made for fondling, sucking and whatever else a guy could think up to do with them. She was a pretty woman all over, with long blonde hair, parted in the middle and hanging down over her shoulders -- it had a habit of getting in front of her eyes and she had a habit of knocking it away, not just pulling it back with her hand. Her eyes were very blue and large, her teeth white and almost perfectly even, her lips red, full and inviting. She was, he knew, about twenty-six, which was exactly the same age as Mary. The most important thing about her he was just now discovering -- she was a passionately hot woman and had few, if any, inhibitions.

"Pete," she said, "come out of your fog and fuck me, baby. I want to feel that long hard prick of yours rammed up my cunt."

He started. "Hey!" he cried. "I'm sorry. I was lost in stupid thought for a moment. I see you have 'em spread wide, baby. Want to feel the old prong, eh?" He knew his remark was silly-sounding, but for the life of him he could think of nothing witty or brilliant. He hoped she wouldn't think he had sounded too much like an ass.

She was giggling. "Get on top of me, baby, and fuck the living hell out of me. I'm so hot I'm about to have an orgasm by myself."

Pete grinned tensely and crawled on top of her warm, eager body. Using his hand, he steered his erect cock into her wet, quivery cunt. Her hole was tight and small and he liked women to be that way. It required a good deal of moving about and pushing in on his part-along with some help from her that consisted mostly of loin-raising, passionate grunting and sighing-to achieve depth. His cock went in all the way to his balls.

"Pete," she sighed, "don't move for just a moment. Leave it in like that. It feels so good."

He waited perhaps fifteen seconds before starting to move slowly in her cunt. She moaned and clutched his bare butt as if afraid she were going to lose him, her fingernails going deep into his flesh. He flinched as blood began to trickle down the sides of his legs, but paid no real attention to it. Cindy dug her nails in more deeply and moaned again, stiffening her body like a bitch dog in heat. Pete penetrated her cunt as deeply as possible, his hard-on quivering inside her twat, ready to squirt at any moment. He held back from his almost overpowering desire to fill her box with male milk and be done with it; that would not be a good thing to do to this lovely woman who had consented to fuck him. Once again he thought of Mary and Mark, and wondered if they were lying belly against belly. Probably they were. There was no reason to believe that Mark and Mary would be any slower about getting at the balling than Pete and Cindy.

"Oh, Pete," Cindy breathed in his ear. "What a wonderful way of fucking you have. I just love it, but can you... move a bit faster, baby? You're hitting it perfectly... oh! Oh!... my goodness, that is... so good!"

She began to moan loudly and thrash about. Her body shuddered, and he knew she had had a small orgasm.

"You have a nice, tight cunt, Cindy," he said in her ear. "I've wanted to stick it into you for some time now."

"And I've wanted you to, Pete. Oh... oh... dear... faster, baby. Much faster now. I believe I'm... going to... blow again."

Peter increased his speed and almost shot off in her cunt because of the way she had just spoken. Having one's prick deep inside a lovely woman and hearing her speak in the manner Cindy had just done was enough to cause a man to blow off quickly and with great force. She had the most wanton way of speaking he had ever heard. Wanton but wonderful.

"Faster, baby, faster. Fuck the hell out of me, PETE!"

She had practically screamed his name, though he didn't realize it. Now he thrust even faster in her cunt and felt her stiffening again, felt her digging her nails into the bleeding spots of his butt, felt her jerk and shudder time and time again.

All of this was just too much for Pete.

He shot his wad into her cunt, and felt his body jerking convulsively. She pressed her crotch upward, trying to get his prick even farther into her box, but this was patently impossible -- he was already in as deeply as he could go, the head of his cock still squirting hot fluid into her hole.

"Oh, baby," she moaned, her voice thick. "Oh, my God... baby... what a crazy good fuck you are... the best ever."

Pete was not moving now. He was lying motionless as she spouted the passionate compliment and, when she did so, he felt the after-squirt from his still hard whang. She sighed and wrapped both legs about his thighs and clung to his lower body as if fearful he might leave her, which he had no intention of doing. What a woman she was, what a hot-blooded, passionate wench he had under him, her cunt continuing to clasp tightly about his stiff prong.

"Take it out, Pete," she said, her tone intense. "Take it out and get off."

"But why?" he protested. "I can make it again. Just give me a moment to get my breath back."

"Oh, I want you to do it again," she answered tensely. "Only this time we'll do a sixty-nine. I'll suck your prick and you lap my cunt. Honestly, baby, I'm so hot I'm ready to die! Whatever is there about you to make me feel this way?"

He pulled out of her cunt gingerly, his cock still stiff and sensitive. "You affect me the same way, Cindy. Maybe we're just natural sex partners. There is such a thing."

"Turn around," she cried, ignoring his remark in her urgency. "Hurry, baby. I've got to suck your cock! I don't know what's the matter with me. I'm so... hot... I'm... so..." She did not complete her sentence for a good reason -- she had taken his dick in her mouth and it was halfway down her throat as her tongue ran over the cockhead, making him shiver with delight and almost squirt off in her mouth before she had really begun blowing him.

She removed her mouth momentarily. "Go, baby! Suck me off like I want it done."

Immediately, her mouth closed over his prick and he felt her warm lips tuggingly sucking the head. Her fingers went lightly about his stiffened shaft, and she began to jack him into her throat.

"We'll have to get together again soon, Cindy," he muttered thickly, his heart hammering fiercely with wild passion.

Again she removed her mouth from his prick. "We will, baby, we sure will. Now that I know a guy who's as hot as I am, I'm not going to let him get away... except to go home to his wife." She started to giggle, but in the middle of it placed her lips about his prick again, bringing the laugh to a wet gurgle.

Pete found her cunt extremely wet and warm. He thought of it as having nicely scented excitement. He dipped his tongue deeply into her wet slit and, when he did so, she poured forth a sudden stream of fluid that was sweet and sticky and wonderful. He lapped it and loved it, the taste of it wildly exhilarating to him.

"Make me come again, baby!" she cried, her words muffed because she still had his cock between her lips.

"I will," he promised. It was at this precise moment that he encountered the little pointed nub. As he ran his tongue lightly over it, it became larger and stiffer, much in the manner of a male growing a hard- on, only smaller. "Hey," he exclaimed in mock surprise. "What's this you have?"

"Don't talk, suck!" she cried wantonly, moving her cunt back and forth, drawing her dripping slit over his mouth.

Pete lay still and allowed her to proceed with this technique, savoring the musky scent of her cunt. The juice came from her slit in quantities that astonished him. He had never known a woman to pour forth in such a manner. It was almost as if she were a man inside blowing off. Repeatedly, he tasted the sweet lubricant that came from her twat and found he liked it more and more with each kiss. Finally, he became so hot he buried his face in her snatch and tried to tongue her and rub her with his nose at the same time. He had no idea of what this would do to her, nor had he given it any thought, but he found out in a hurry. She transferred her hands from his back to his balls and began to rub them frantically, which alarmed him to no end and made him stop.

"Don't!" he gasped to her. "I mean... take it real easy there, doll."

"I want to," she breathed heavily.

He recognized the wild passion in her tone, the urgency, the near- madness of it, and knowing full well that high passion is but an ecstatic form of temporary madness, he desisted from saying anything more in this regard. Instead, he shifted his body slightly so that she would have greater difficulty in accidentally harming his nuts.