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IPB0155-The_Impotent_Husband.jpg - Excerpt from this book - The complete text is available We have hundreds of titles for sale in digital (ebook) formats for only $3 each. For more information Click Here An hour or so before Bob Reed left Rita's home, Tina and Owen entered the lovely dark-haired woman's home. Since she knew what she was looking for, Tina saw her husband stepping inside just as she was leading Owen's slightly wavering car down the dark, icy street. She had to smile to herself, thinking that, as usual, her timing and that of her husband's was perfect. Owen parked his car in the street and walked quickly against the blast of cold air that threatened to bring more snow. "Come on, coach," she called in a giddy tone, holding the door open for him, "let's not keep the head of the house waiting. I'm certain he's anxious to meet you." She noticed that Bob had locked the door, a little signal that he expected to be gone for some time. As Owen walked past her into her home, she kept up her act that she had brought him home as much to see her husband as anything else. "Youuhuuu ... Bob!" she called through the empty home. "We have a guest!" Then she turned to Owen. "He's probably upstairs or something, taking a bath maybe." "No, I don't think so," Owen commented, seeing the note Bob had written. "According to this, he's pretty angry with you." "Hummmm ... let me see that," she said, taking the paper from his hands. She read his words, telling her that he was very angry with her and had decided that he would go for a long extended walk ... and that he didn't know when he would be home. She knew exactly what he was telling her ... that he would be over at Rita's house until he finished fucking her, and that he would give her a little signal when he was through there. The whole thing appealed to Tina's sense of romantic interlude, and she wadded up the note and tossed into a waste basket. "That's what I think of his playing around," she said, walking to where she and her husband keep their liquor. "If he thinks he's going to make me feel guilty, he's got another thing coming." "Maybe I should just leave," Owen said sheepishly. "Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort," Tina demanded. "Who knows? Maybe he'll come back. It's pretty cold out there." Owen shrugged his shoulders, slipped out of his heavy coat and took a seat on the couch. "What would you like to drink?" Tina asked him. "Oh, I don't think I should have any more to ... oh, what the hell? How about a Scotch? On the rocks this time." "You got it love," Tina said, making his drink, and then making another martini for herself. As she moved around the liquor cabinet, Owen continued to stare at her ripe, voluptuous body, at her thick black hair that touched lightly at the out-thrusting mounds of her blouse- covered breasts. He hadn't noticed it in the bar before, but the cotton garment was pretty sheer ... almost transparent in fact, and he could see that her flesh underneath was smooth and as cream white as her hair was dark. Then, too, there was the faintest hint, just a hint, of coral lipstick on her lush lips, and as she walked, she continued to sway her hips in a more than casual, less than provocative manner ... enough to make Owen's cock begin spasming again. There was no doubt about it ... she was one hell of an attractive woman ... easily as attractive as Rita. "Shall we drink to friendship?" she asked in a low, throaty voice as she handed him his drink and took a seat next to him on the couch, just close enough to him so he could get a good view of her firm, hard breasts, nearly visible through the sheer cloth of her blouse. "To friendship it is," Owen said in a happy tone as he smiled at her. The drinking he had done a little earlier was still affecting him, and he knew that this additional liquor would more than likely make him even drunker, but at that point, he really didn't care. "So tell me ... what do you think of our little community here?" Tina asked him, resting her arm on the back of the couch and twisting her body so that Owen had a full front view of her. She tucked one leg up under her firm, hard buttocks, and for all the world looked almost casual ... almost, but not quite. "I think it's nice," Owen answered, "though I have to admit, I haven't seen very much of it." "Well, now, you'll have to do something about that. There wouldn't be as many people here as there are if it weren't something of an exciting place to live." "I'm afraid I haven't met that many people that live out here, either," Owen said, feeling a little guilty about it. "Is that so? Well, I think I can do something about that. Like I said, Bob and I love to entertain, and we're giving a little party here next week. We would love to have you and Rita attend." Tina sure as hell wasn't going to tell him just what kind of a party they were throwing ... not yet at any rate. She could see that Owen was something of a straight and narrow man, and she didn't know how he would react to the idea of wife swapping. Maybe in a little while. First she was going to find out what kind of a cock he had ... and how he used it. She couldn't believe that Owen was failing to satisfy Rita ... not with a hard-muscled body like he had. She dropped her eyes to his loins and delighted in the massive bulge of his cock in his crotch, and then she smiled as she thought of Bob trying to make it with Rita. Maybe she really was frigid. That really would be a laugh! "Let me freshen up that drink a little," she said quickly, taking his glass from him. She didn't want to get him too drunk, but she wanted him a little looser than he was. Owen started to protest. He knew that sooner or later he would have to be getting back to his wife. Even though he still believed that what ever was the matter was her fault and not his, staying away from her wasn't going to do any good. He really did want to talk about it, and if he continued drinking, he wouldn't be able to. But Tina looked so damned sensual ... the way she moves and talks and just presents herself. Damn, but she was one really desirable piece of ass. If he could just be unmarried for one night, he'd fuck the living shit out of her, and then tell Rita all about it. She was wearing her clothes so tight that he had no trouble at all picturing her naked in his mind, her dark cuntal triangle begging for his hand ... her seething vaginal slit begging for his cock ... Owen felt a flush start out of his collar as Tina returned to the couch with his freshened drink. He had to stop thinking like this. Despite the spat he had had with Rita, he had to remember that he was married. Managing to get his thoughts under control, the young ex-football player turned to the brazen dark-haired woman, wondering what he could say to her. The Scotch was making him feel warm and more relaxed as he sipped on it. "How long have you and Bob been married?" he asked, both to make conversation, and to remind the two of them that she was married, and therefore unable to do certain things. He noticed that she was looking at him pretty much the same way he was looking at her ... obvious desire in her eyes. "About two years," she said, leaning just a little closer to him. "Like I say, we have our ups and downs. I wouldn't worry too much about what happened between you and Rita all that much. Tell me ... do you really think she's frigid?" Owen took a long pull on his drink, trying to formulate an answer in his mind. "That's sort of hard to say. When we were on our honeymoon, she was one hot little bitch." He stopped as his eyes noticed that she had opened her thighs just a little, causing her tight jeans to press even tighter against her cunt. The material of her jeans followed the crack of her pussy, indenting all along her vaginal slit. The light of the room went through the sheer cotton blouse, revealing even more of her bosom, the darker aureoles of her breasts contrasting sharply with the cream-whiteness of the globes. He thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples, and a flush came to his collar again. He knew he had to stop thinking like this, but he couldn't take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His penis began spasming in his pants again. Once ... twice, letting him know that he was losing control over his body. And remembering what Rita had told him was making him more anxious than ever to prove her wrong. He tried to settle himself down by taking another long pull of his drink. Internally, Tina was a seething froth of excitement and impending triumph. She could see that he was slowly but surely breaking down. Thus far, it seemed to her that the only thing that was standing between her cunt and his visibly swelling cock was a marriage license, and she believed that it was little more than a piece of paper ... hardly a strong defense against anything. She could feel the initial warm seepings of excitement begin to flow down between her legs as she thought of what would be taking place in just a little while. Oooooo ... she was going to take his cock for a ride that he would never forget. "You were telling me that Rita was a virgin when you married her?" she said to keep the conversation going along the lines she wanted. Owen tried to remember if he had told her something like that, but he decided that it didn't make any difference, really. "That's right. She was." "I should think that a man with all your experience would want to marry a woman who had at least some experience herself," she commented, glancing at the front of his pants from beneath lowered lids. She was certain she could see his cock pulsing there now, pushing his trouser material out briefly as it jumped spasmodically from time to time. Her cuntal juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation. Things were working out just fine, though they weren't going fast enough to suit her. Owen was getting more flushed with her demanding conversation. "To be quite honest," he told her, "Now that I think about it, it might have been better if I'd married a woman with some knowledge of what sex was all about. I had to teach her everything, and I don't think she made a very good student." "I'll bet you were one hell of a teacher," she said in a low, sultry voice." Owen looked at her eyes for a moment, sensing that she was coming on to him stronger than ever now, as though she wanted him to make a first move. That was something he couldn't do, despite her alluring, blood- heating nearness. Damn ... he began wishing that he hadn't had so much to drink, while at the same time wishing that he weren't married to Rita or anyone else. If he were back in college with Tina, he would have had her clothes off and his cock in her cunt by now. Damn! He had to stop thinking like that. There was nothing to be gained with thoughts of that kind except more frustration than Rita had already given him. The confused ex-football player drank again from his glass. He felt a warm relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. When he had been in training in college, he had not done very much drinking at all, and even though he did drink now, his body still wasn't all that used to it. The drinks were having a heightening effect on his bloodstream, while at the same time dulling his mind, so that the pounding of his heart seemed twice as loud. He kept staring at the sultry smiling face of Tina Reed, at the kind of miasma of total sex she exuded, the full rich softness of her firm, high breasts. Damn! Getting his hands on those tits of hers would be sheer heaven. He'd like to take each nipple in his mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue. That would show Rita that he didn't have any problems. Owen felt his cock jerk into sudden rigidity with that thought, as though it were alive, trying to break out of its cloth prison. He took a deep breath and finished his drink, trying to will his penis into limpness again. He had to stop thinking about fucking Tina. That was all there was to it. His cock acted as though it had a mind of its own, and remained achingly, throbbingly erect and blood-swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Tina's face. She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants! And she was smiling!! "Well, now ... that's really interesting," she said in a chipper voice. "Uhhh ... what is?" "Your erection," she said in a voice that was both casual and arousing at the same time. "That huge erection of yours." His breath quickened at her blatantcy, and he bit on his lower lip. "I think it would be a shame to waste a huge hard-on like that," she said, smiling and looking at him as she sipped on her drink. "I know I would hate to see it go to waste, and with Rita mad at you, you'll just have to do something else with it than fuck her. Right?" "I ... I ... I," he stuttered. "What would you say to putting it in my cunt for a change. How would you like to fill my tight little pussy with that huge hardness. You could fuck it between my legs and fill my pussy with your cum. Doesn't that sound like a lot of fun?" "Oh God!" Owen gasped. His cock was palpitating wildly now, and his brain was reeling. Shit, he knew she had been coming on to him, but this was more than a simple come-on. She was mentally raping him, even though she knew he was warned ... Hell, even though she was married herself. His balls began to ache from the presence of quickly gathering sperm. He needed a release, and with Rita thinking about him the way she was, he knew he wouldn't be getting it with her But he couldn't just fuck another man's wife ... could he? The dark-haired young woman leaned closer to him, and he could feel her hot breath on his cheek, threatening to melt his flesh there. She touched his knee lightly, and her fingers seemed to burn through the cloth. "Well, love. Wouldn't you like to show me what you can do with that penis of yours? especially now that it's hard and hot and all? " "Tina ... please ... look ... I'm married ... and ..." "I'm married too," she retorted, knowing that he would more than likely try to fall back on that excuse. "Rita doesn't appreciate you ... Bob doesn't appreciate me. I say we get back at them." Owen opened and closed his mouth again and again, trying to think of something to say. He had been thinking exactly that thought himself, but he never thought he would have the opportunity to go through with it. Now that it did, the reality of the situation was getting too much for him to handle. "My cunt's on fire right this minute, love," Tina purred. "The only thing it wants is a big, hard throbbing penis, flooding the fires with cum and sperm I can see that you have a big cock, Owen ..." As she spoke, she reached out and touched his pulsating, cloth-covered penis. Owen almost leapt off the couch in a convulsive reaction to the electric shock of her touch on his super-sensitive cock. A number of women in college had been this forward, but that was in another time ... in another place, when he didn't have a marriage license preventing him from doing what he really wanted. He was held frozen as Tina stroked his penis lightly, tantalizingly, increasing the rhythm of her caresses. Her breasts pressed softly, hotly, against his arm as she moved still closer to him. Her lips found his jaw and traced a pattern upward along his cheek, her tongue flicking out to trail a path of fire over his shin as her hand continued to run his greatly swollen penis. "Tina ... I ... please ... for God's sake ... what about Bob?" "You want to fuck me," she said, ignoring his plea "You know you want to fuck me. And I want you to. What more do you need?" Her voice was like that of a hypnotist's, and Owen could feel his resistance disappearing quickly with each pass her hand made along the hardened shaft of his excited penis. "No ... no ... I ... Tina ... oh, fuck it. Yes, for Christ sake." Owen couldn't help himself. The image of Rita telling him that he couldn't satisfy her had made him so pissed off at her that he wanted to prove her wrong. If she didn't want what he had to offer, why shouldn't he fuck a woman who could appreciate him? And suddenly, his mouth was grinding down on hers, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. Tina's hand began to move faster and faster on his turgid, swollen shaft, and she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, swirling hers around and around his, darting into his mouth and then pulling out. Without even thinking twice now, Owen brought his hand up and found her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft, hot, pliant flesh momentarily, then pulling open her buttons and reaching inside the garment, exposing one naked breast with its desire-swollen nipple and dark pink aureole. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid which seeped from the gland on the head of his cock as she continued to massage him through his pants. Then, suddenly, with his fingers kneading the soft, warm resilient flesh of her round firm breast and his rigidly erect cock jerking almost out of control, he remembered that her husband could come home at any moment. The vision of Bob coming home and seeing him like this struck Owen's mind like a boxer's blow. MY GOD! What if he walked in on us while we were fucking? I can hold my own against some pretty strong guys, but a husband that catches his wife with another man can get so pissed he would act like a raving animal. I'd never be able to take someone like that. Why the fuck did she have to get me so hot? He wrenched himself violently from Tina, pulling his mouth from hers, turning his body so that her hand left his bulging cock. His face was flushed crimson, mostly from his anger at having pent up arousal that he would not be able to release. "What's the matter?" she asked in a teasing voice. "Could it be that Rita was right?" He wanted to haul off and smash her when she said that, and he turned to face her angrily. "Or could it be that you're worried about Bob coming home? I'll bet that's what it is. Well ... you read the note. I don't think he'll be home for quite some time." "No ... He might come back ... we can't ... we shouldn't ..." "Forget about him," she whispered, almost wishing that she could tell him how she knew her husband wouldn't be in for some time. She didn't want to tip her hand though. "We have plenty of time. You want to fuck me as much as I want you to. it'll be good, Owen, so wonderful to have your cock up into my cunt, fucking together ..." "No!" he shouted, jumping up from the couch. If he were in his own home, where he had a little more control of the situation, he wouldn't have hesitated, now that his cock was throbbing painfully. But Bob could walk in at any time, and irate husband was one person he never wanted to meet. He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, and he was aware that his cock was still seeping hot wet droplets of pre-cum into his pants. He had to get out of the house. Bob could be coming back at any moment. He started to walk to where he had dropped his coat over a chair. And from behind him, Tina's voice whispered, "Owen, lover." He turned, determined that he was putting his foot down with her, but when he saw her, he couldn't say anything. His mouth gaped open, and his eyes felt as though they were going to leave his head with shock. Tina had already removed her blouse, and was slithering out of her tight jeans, peeling them down over the fullness of her hips and thighs even as he stared at her. She was so eager that she had pulled her nylon panties with her jeans, and as he watched, held transfixed by his increasing lust for her, she stepped out of her clothing, kicking her jeans to one side, and then leaving her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten- like. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the pure black kinked hair of her cuntal mound glistened with the reflection of her overhead lights, tiny drops of her cuntal lubrication looking like jewels in the thickly matted jungle. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as though they had some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long slender legs were moist with the flowing juices from her passion-flowered cuntal mouth. "You like what you see?" she asked. "Do you like what your neighbor has? You can come and take it, Owen, love." "Jesus!" The word choked past his dry throat, and that was all. He could only stare at her, at her totally salacious, wanton pose ... and his cock began its maddening pulsations again. Slowly, deliberately, Tina lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her fingertips to her coal-black curling pubic mound, caressing herself down between her legs, her nails glistening as they blazed a path through the thick silken hair of her cuntal mound. When her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and fore finger of her right hand on either side of the soft shining lips and gently spread them apart, revealing the tiny pink bud of her clitoris to Owen's lust-ridden gaze. With her left forefinger then, she traced up her cuntal slit until her fingertip came into contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once ... twice ... sending more and more of her cuntal lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower and poised at the lips of her vagina, finally slipping easily up inside, buried all the way to the second knuckle. She pulled it out, then slid it in again ... pulled it out, slid it in, finger-fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster her finger slid wetly, hotly in and out of her naked, tight cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations searing through her loins, Tina began to talk to Owen in that low, sensual voice she had been using ever since she talked to him earlier in the day. "I want you to fuck me, Owen. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. You can do it, love, I know you can. You have a nice big cock, and I want it so bad. I want to feel your cock in my cunt. My fingers aren't enough, Owen ... I have to have your cock ..." Owen couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hell, there had been women throwing themselves at him when he was in college, but not even the most wanton of them went this far to have his cock fucking in them. He could feel himself falling from his resolve to remain faithful to his wife, and his fear that Bob might come home and find him fucking Tina hardly seemed to matter anymore. Shit ... whatever it was that he had had in college was still with him, and if Rita didn't want it, then why not give it to Tina? This finger-fucking little bitch was more than asking for it. She couldn't have been more convincing if she had pressed a gun at his head. He was going to fuck this naked cunt all right. And boy, was he going to fuck her! Making an almost inhuman groan in his chest, he walked over to her. He watched her middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her vagina as he approached, and her smile became totally wanton as she knew that she had triumphed. His hands went to her, pulling her finger away from her tight cunt with a loud wet sluicing sound, rubbing her body hard against his, grinding her naked hips against him as her mouth sought and then found his. Then her hands were on his belt, feverishly pulling it open, as though she couldn't wait for him to get around to taking his own clothes off. She tossed his clothing around the room uncaringly. Now he was as naked as she was, his thick, blood-enraged cock standing out at an acute angle from his loins, quivering, seeping seminal fluid. "Oooooooohhhhh ... Owen ... it's ... it's huge!" she said, hardly able to contain her shock at its massiveness. She had felt how big it was when she had been stroking it through his pants, but now that she could see it, she knew that she had underestimated its size. For a moment, she wondered if its massiveness would actually fit between her legs, and she swallowed hard in her anticipation of what it would feel like ramming all the way up into her belly, filling her to the brim with the river of sperm she was certain he could shoot into her. "You wanted it, lover, and now you're going to get it," Owen said, feeling himself in total command. He delighted in the shocked expression on her face as she gazed at his penis. Shit, she may have teased and seduced him, but he was feeling those old sensations coming back to him ... those feelings he had had when he was in college, and he was going to show this black-haired wanton what a real penis was like. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it," he said, pursing his lips, feeling a surge of strength. The sound of his voice broke the spell the sight of his cock had put her under, and she laughed, delighted. She pulled him down to the floor, entwining her body with his. Owen didn't care about anything now except this soft, musky-smelling neighbor who was pressed tightly to him. Hell, if her husband came home right now, he wouldn't be able to stop fucking Tina. Bob would just have to wait! Dimly, he thought that he might feel something like regret that he had cheated on his wife, but after what she had told him about his not being able to please her, that was just too bad. Owen showered hot, moist kisses over Tina's face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth cheeks of her ass, cupping her buttocks, squeezing the pliant, dough-like flesh which had looked so nice straining against her jeans. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly locked bodies, locating the searing hardness of his fully expanded penis. He gasped as the hot scorching tips of her fingers circled around his lustfully rigid cock, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled together, as though they were trying to blend into one. Tina crushed the full length of her body desperately against his and ground her pelvis hard onto him. Then she twisted suddenly, pulling him astride her, opening her legs wide, her cunt flairing, eagerly waiting. The lust-incited young wife's hands were running wildly up and down his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the tautly clenched cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as though he were a new toy for her to play with. Owen suspected that she still thought she had the upper hand. Well ... he decided that he would put an end to that once and for ail. He pulled his body away from her, determined that he was going to make her a squirming mass of female flesh. She had tried to control him, but he knew how he would get the total upper hand. He lifted his body up off of her, despite the fact that she was trying to keep him down. "Wha ... what are you doing?" she asked, a small trace of fear in her voice. She was fully convinced that she was going to have his massive penis sawing up into her needing pussy, and to not have him now would be the cruelest torture she could think of. Owen grunted, hardly hearing her as he took a little moment to gaze at the full softness of her breasts, his breath catching in his throat as he began to massage them, loving the way her nipples burned into his palms. He was on his knees, his legs on either side of her hips now, and he moved his body and bent down for a closer look as the thin pink ribbon of flesh running the length of her loins, separating the flushed lips of her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like spheres of her buttocks. He sucked in his breath at the lust-inciting spectacle, sensing that what he had in mind for her would really turn the both of them on. He could still feel the blood pounding through his cock, and he knew that she would take care of him, but on his terms now, and not hers. This was going to be really nice ... all the nicer because it was his idea! She didn't know what she was unleashing when she turned him on, but she was going to find out all right ... and fast! He moved his hands down along the sides of her body, bringing them to the dark hair of her cunt, then, using his thumbs pressed to either side of her pouting vaginal lips, he teasingly spread the vertical crevice until its moist pinkness completely flowered open to him, and he panted lustfully at its sparkling delicacy. He felt her warm, soft inner thighs quiver against the backs of his powerful, well-controlled hands, and he heard her breath hitch deep in her throat, as though she didn't know what he was doing yet, but loved the feeling of his skilled hands on her pussy lips. Tina really didn't know what he was going to do. She had felt a bitter disappointment when he pulled his hard- muscled body off of hers, the cool air blasting at her nakedness telling her that she was not going to have his penis in her vagina. But his hands on her quivering cunt told her that she had not lost him totally ... that he had something in mind, even if it wasn't what she wanted. Nevertheless, she moaned at the stimulating sensations his teasing of her naked cunt were bringing her. She had thought that she was already as aroused as she could be, but she found that she was wrong. Now that Owen was taking complete charge, she could feel an unbelievable wave of rapidly mounting desire washing through her. Tiny electric-like shocks in highly concentrated desire began to ripple along the satiny white flesh of her inner thighs, and she squirmed her full, rounded buttocks down hard on the floor, feeling that she was starting to lose her mind already, her moans of sparking passion coming from the provoking his fingers made on her pussy. They felt so much better than her own had, and she sensed an increasing of her cuntal lubrication, preparing her for ... For what? Knowingly, expertly, Owen leaned closer to her loins, pulling her legs apart and wedging his knees between them now. Her loins were more open to his lust-controlled gaze than they had ever been, and he slithered his body down far enough so that his head could be placed a scant few inches from the tightly tangled hair of her pussy. Then he lashed out with his tongue, slicing hotly through the softly fringing curls enshrining her tiny, erect clitoris. He grinned this time between her open pussy lips as he felt the erotic shock of his hot moist contact surge convulsively through her. ''Ooooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhhh ..." she moaned as she raised her head to stare down between her full, nipple-hardened breasts so that she could better watch the handsome young man licking her vagina. She had never given this action a thought, knowing that if he did something like that, she wouldn't have any control over him at all. As long as she had his penis in her cunt, she believed, she would be better able to maneuver him. But again she had underestimated his abilities. He really knew what he was doing with women, and she could feel her reason being swept up in a whirling vortex of mounting passion. "Ooooo ..." she gasped again, twitching and writhing as his hot wet lips closed over the sable curls at the base of her quaking, soft belly to suck and nibble teasingly while she watched. She saw his face disappear further down into the dampened furrow between her trembling thighs which he was raising upward now and pressing back relentlessly toward her full round breasts, while he planted sizzling kisses on the thin pink ribbon of her wet cuntal flesh, his tongue flicking with serpent-like stabs at the now palpitating opening. Owen was beside himself with delight. Once, early in his marriage to Rita, he had tried to lick and suck at her vagina, but she had been so adamant with her protests at the action that he had finally given in to her wishes. Hell, he didn't care what she did as long as his cock was taken care of, and her nice blonde pussy did that just fine. Now that he was fucking a woman who obviously like all forms of pleasure, he was going to show her what he was like. He opened his mouth and pressed his lips tightly against her passion-flushed cuntal flanges, driving his tongue deeply into her. Tina gasped with a shuddering, hissing sound beneath his assault. Things were not going according to the plan she's had in mind, but she didn't care about that any more. Her elbows were pressed tightly against her ribs and her head tossed from side to side in her mounting passion. She wanted to have control over him again, but he had moved so swiftly and was now acting so totally lustful that she could only surrender to the overwhelming passion consuming her. Owen had sucked the cunts of a lot of coeds, and he knew exactly what he was doing to Tina now. His experienced lips sucked wetly, drawing the soft warm folds of her raw vaginal flesh into the cavern of his gently nibbling mouth, while his hot thick tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her flowered open pussy. Even though Tina tried to regain control of her handsome neighbor, she could tell it was going to be useless. All of reality was melting in front of her eyes in a seething flame of wildly growing passion. She shivered as she sensed his hot breath grazing her sensitively inflamed genitals and she moaned aloud again in a gasping tempo. Again she raised her head, catching her breath as she heard him grunt lustfully, then felt the full length of his long hot tongue thrust wetly up into the clasping velvety sheath of her vagina. "Ooooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhhh ..." she choked, hearing her own plea, her body responding with spasmodic lurches as his tongue slithered in and out of her moistly clutching pussy in beast-like fury. She didn't know why, but the sensations that were whipping through her body as Owen slid his thick tongue up into the seething cavern of her cunt were greater now then when Bob did the same thing to her. She would never have thought such a thing was possible, but she was he no condition to stop and think about it. She was going to enjoy every lustful second of the cunt-sucking she was getting, come hell or high water. Owen Temple slaved hungrily, feeling the silky curls of her pubic hair brushing his cheeks with a lust-taunting delight. He was slowly stroking the heavy foreskin of his long thickly hardened cock back and forth over its blood-engorged head while he continued to spear his hot flicking tongue deeper and deeper into her searing vaginal passage. He smoothed his powerful hands up over her satin-skinned, flat belly to the resilient, desire-swollen globes of her full, warmly trembling breasts, pinching and rolling the pebble-hard nipples between his fingers, cupping and squeezing the white, yielding mounds, while his ravaging tongue performed lasciviously at the widespread crevice between her passion-trembling legs. Loud wet sucking sounds filled the room, and her groans of budding rapture drove his rapacious tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down between the throbbing pulsing lips of her wildly palpitating cunt. Yeah ... he had her now all right. There was no doubt about it. She had been teasing him all day, wanting to have his huge, aching penis up into her hungry little vagina. He could pretty much see now that she like to control the men who fucked her, and she had thought that she had found a new conquest in Owen. Well ... she had another thought coming. Rita couldn't control him, and neither could Tina. Sucking and licking at her pussy was driving her wild, and she was like putty in his hands, just as he had been a little earlier in the evening, when he had watched her fingering her vagina. She had been begging for his cock a little while ago, and she would be in just a few moments again, but this time there would be a difference. This time he was going to Eve it to her on his terms, and not hers. She might be a hard-boiled little cock tease, but he was in complete control now, and he felt a lot better for that! He couldn't help from gloating as suddenly her small soft hands began toying about his head, her long fingers running caressingly through his hair while moans unceasingly emitted from her. Finally she was clutching, the moans tumbling from her petulant lips in a rhythmic chant, her beautiful head flailing from side to side ... until finally the soft hands were trying to guide his hotly working mouth tightly to the small nibbling hole of her cunt. He complied, pressing his wet lips to the desire-wet vaginal opening, plunging his stiffened tongue once more into the raw velvety-smooth flesh, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize the ragged, hair-lined lips of her flushed pussy. She cried out in her lust-infused passion, wildly writhing her smoothly rounded hips and ovalled buttocks beneath his salacious oral fucking. Again and again he thrust his stiffened cock-like tongue up into her seething channel. His hot moist lips were glued to the clasping, viscous opening, bringing a continual series of guttural groans from the voluptuously naked woman whose warm, full thighs were opening and closing spasmodically around both sides of his nearly submerged head. Owen could feel the sleek rubbery cuntal flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue. The delicately ribbed walls of her dilated vagina opened and closed in unmistakable hungry sucking actions, attempting to draw his tongue deeper and deeper into it. Christ ... it seemed that her clasping pussy throat was suddenly trying with a separate lust of its own to extract his tongue by the roots and omnivorously devour it. Her heels began to push down against the muscles of his back, pressing his big, powerful body into the hot quivering flesh trap between her salaciously spread thighs. His nose was tight against her quivering clitoris, and with every inhalation he sensed the arousing, poignant aroma of her lustfully growing passion. Its delicate piquancy was driving his throbbing cock into an impossible hardness, a swollen, blood-filled erection that had begun to ache with the agony of an exposed tooth nerve. He had to do something with it soon, or his cum- bloated balls were going to blow apart. Tina's voluptuously naked young body was completely swept up in the breathtaking sensual rapture overwhelming her. She had never expected anything like this, and its sheer force was more than she could handle. Her brain was reeling in a wild vortex of intense desire, realizing that she had lost all physical control, both over herself and the man who was giving her such incredible pleasure. His oral fucking was totally satisfying. Hardly anything made sense to her now, even the plan she and her husband had been working on ... only the maddening sensations his delicious hot tongue and sucking mouth were causing to saturate her entire passion-inflamed body mattered. Every muscle in her erotically fired being was tensed as she strained her soft, white hips and tautly rounded buttocks upward in unbidden wantonness toward the earth-shattering ecstasy he was building between her quivering, spread thighs. Her long, drawn-up legs opened and closed around the skillfully working mouth, controlling the ravenous, pleasureful tongue that was licking and spiraling into her passion-seared cuntal channel. The cords of her neck stood out in strained relief as she clawed and pulled at his head frantically, splaying her curvaceously shaped limbs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing his deeper access into her seething, demanding hole. She wanted to be his ... wanted him to do to her as he wished. The tables were completely turned now ... First she had been controlling him, but now that he was controlling her, she found that she was deriving a far greater pleasure from it. "Oooohhhhh ... GOD!" she whimpered, her thought train severed as he slipped his big hands beneath her twitching buttocks and pulled them up to him with possessive authority. They trembled and spasmed of their own volition beneath the plunging hot tongue sending wild erotic charges of unprecedented sensation screaming through her insanely aroused body. And then, suddenly, she felt his searing tongue flick from her wildly tingling vagina downward along the smooth, hairless crevice between the ovalled spheres of her fully rounded ass cheeks to the tiny raised ring of her puckered anus. Responsively she stiffened, moaning in lustful delight at the wet, delicious contact of his burning tongue orb her sensitive anal lips. She closed her eyes in steeped passion at the licentious fermentations the lurid act added to her already overwhelmingly excited young flesh. Oh God ... it was too much ... too much, she sensually reasoned, rolling her naked hips and trying to screw her excited rectum back onto his stiffly probing tongue. She had to do something for him ... something that would let him know how wonderfully magnificent he was ... how much she loved what he was doing to her ... something that would thank him for the ecstasy he was bringing her. "Oooohhh ... turn around. GOD! Turn around, quick, so I can have your cock! I want to suck your cock, lover ... Please ... hurry!" she pleaded salaciously. Her words were like a charge of electricity bolting through him, the very lust-infusing sounds he had been waiting to hear. She had been wanting his penis all night, but this time he was certain she wouldn't be able to survive without it! Without hesitation, the ex-football player knelt up and twisted his body around, while she lay there with half-closed eyes in her nakedness, tossing her head as little mewls and whimpers erupted from her slender, white throat in sensual anticipation. His cock jerked and throbbed insanely as he eagerly turned around on all fours above her, then buried his face in her dampened, hair-fringed loins once more. As his hot, wet tongue lashed out to lave through the moist, velvety flesh between her blood swollen cunt lips, Owen felt her small hand and fingers curling around the throbbing hardness of his long, thick cock that he knew was hanging down like a stallion's between his muscular thighs, and he grunted out his guttural delight, thrusting his stiffened tongue deeper into her clasping cuntal channel. The lizard-like reinvasion only served to personify what Tina had thought before ... he was the most fulfilling lover she could remember having ... better than her husband, and she wanted to prove it to him. She had to! But even as the fantastic sensations of erotic rapture immediately began to chum madly again within her naked body, the actual sight and feel of his cock once again telegraphed momentary spasms of unwanted fear. She had forgotten how large it was, and now it seemed even larger. Dear God! Her slender fingers could hardly encircle it, and his heavy, sperm-bloated bails encased in their hairy sac hanging down above her face were a bull-like phenomenon in themselves. Yet the very hugeness of their unique and virile masculinity fired a loving warmth inside her and she raised her head excitedly. With her mouth ovalled wide, she let her moistened, lush lips slip warmly and wetly over the sheathed cockhead, while she held to its heavy base with both thumbs and forefingers to pull back its thick foreskin, then tried anxiously to take more than she was capable of into her salivating mouth. In her unbridled desire, she sucked it so deeply into her hot, wet cavity that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath, then began to feverishly run her tongue up and down the soft sensitive underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her oral touch and ardently tasting the heady spice of its seeping seminal fluid. While her tiny tongue worked in slavish passion, she cupped and deliciously caressed his heavy, cum-inflated balls with affection, tiny explosions of scintillating lust bursting ho her sensuously blinded brain, and he began to move up and down ... gently in and out of her mouth with his thick, hardened cock in a licentious rhythm to his own lashing, probing tongue thrusting and swirling deeply in her wet, searing cunt. Oh, God! She could have him any time she wanted ... even when the swap group didn't meet. She could go over to his house and have him lick her cunt ... she could have him come to her house and she would suck in his cock ... and Bob or no one would stop her. His penis was magnificent ... his handsome throbbing, delicious cock ... and she would suck it right down into her throat for him, as huge and hot as it was! These thoughts flashed through Tina's lust-crazed mind as she intermittently sucked and licked with fury on Owen's hardened rod of white-hot cock flesh, its smooth rubbery head brushing at her palate, while the handsome young man worked hungrily at her impassioned, naked loins, his big hands beneath and clutching the resiliently white rounded mounds of her writhing buttocks, his hot tongue burrowing deeper and deeper into her moist, wantonly accepting pussy. Then, another new sensation of prurience registered in her desire- incited brain! She felt his long, thick finger suddenly working at the tiny puckered mouth of her exposed anus! Her breath quickened as she momentarily forgot all else. She sensed his finger stiffening ... abruptly, pushing into the snug mouth with a quick, unpainful challenge, and the long invader slid right up the warm spongy confines of her rectal passage like another cock, all the way to the palm of his big, cupping hand against the rounded, yielding spheres of her wide- spread, white buttocks. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh ..." she moaned around his expanding hard cock in her sucking mouth, in ecstasy and delight as her lips and tongue slowed momentarily in their swirling motion, his sudden intrusion into her tightly clenched asshole causing an immediate twinge of orgasm to start building in her soft belly and fervid loins. She felt his mouth fixed against the round, elasticized vaginal hole of her sensuously inflamed cunt, his deeply thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the moistened, sensitive-fleshed walls in lust spiraling cadence to his long thick finger fucking deeply into her openly presented asshole. Frantically, she began to nurse and suck the hot, hard thickness of his huge penis with all her inbred feminine ability, her cheeks hollowing and ballooning almost painfully, while her soft, white belly rose and fell hungrily as she pulled at him. God, how she wanted him to cum when she did! He had to, she thought passionately ... desperately ... him squirting his hot, thick cum into her mouth while the same maddening sensations burst inside her! But ... but he'd have to hurry, she reasoned, her lips clasped tightly around the pulsing, blood-filled head of his long, thick cock, and at that very moment, deep in her seething belly and passion-inflamed loins, the first spasms of ecstasy were beginning. She squeezed with enslaved affection at his swinging, sperm-bloated balls above her face, then raked her nails knowingly beneath them, as simultaneously, she strained to her own heatedly rising climax! Owen Temple was well aware that the naked, writhing young woman straining beneath him was going to cum. Every muscle and cord, each squirming movement and response of her perspiring, voluptuously impassioned body telegraphed the event to his brain. Jesus ... if there was any further proof that he was still the lover he had been in college, Tina Reed was that proof. The way she was sucking his throbbing hard cock while he tongued and bit at the hot, quivering flesh of her salaciously grinding cunt was enough to make him blow his mind. Fuck ... she was going to cum all right ... and again and again and again, so that she wouldn't know which end was up! Tina half-screamed. She couldn't do more. Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and throat. The overwhelming explosion inside her caused her entire naked body to shudder enrapturously. Her mind played no part. She was mentally swept away in its thunderous cataclysm ... and then a second time ... and a third! Dear God, she was cumming again ... and she did! His wonderful, wild tongue played skillfully around the outer perimeter of her tiny, palpitating clitoris, taunting her to climax after climax, and she never wanted him to stop! Gaspingly, she slipped her mouth off his cock and cried: "Ooohh ... damn, lover ... Keep doing it ... I'm cumming and cumming and cumming. Oooohhh ... please ... squirt your hot cum in my mouth so I can taste and swallow it! Ooooohhhhh ... don't stop! Lick my cunt while I suck your cock ...!" Owen felt her hot mouth eagerly absorbing his thick hardness once more. Her licentious plea was too much for him. He felt the sperm building so hotly down in his balls rumble and ferment at the peaking lust of her words. Shit ... he wished it could go on and on ... but he had one consolation. This wasn't the end. Hell, no ... it was just the beginning. As long as Rita didn't appreciate what he had, he might just as well be spending his time with a woman ... a total woman who did! Tina had no conception of space and time. Her series of climaxes had completely destroyed reality ... and she was cumming again! Oooooohhhhh ... Her soft, sensuous body felt as though it had been impregnated with a million needles! Her wet, seething cunt drifted on a cloud of its own! She could cum a million times ... but then she felt the big man's loins jerk above her face, the massive rubbery head of his long thick cock swelling in her voraciously sucking mouth ... and suddenly it came! She wasn't quite ready when with a spontaneous burst it shot down into the back of her throat in wild, powerful spurts of teeming creamy liquid, gush after gush of the hot, sweet, male-tasting sperm, joined by the convulsive tremors of her nakedly lurching hips and loins as her umpteenth climax erupted in a wild explosion of blinding, lustful bliss. Again and again, he spewed his virile jets of thick, boiling cum deep in her throat, and she groaned while she continued swallowing and sucking fiendishly, her adam's apple bobbing desperately, frothy remnants bubbling out around her tightly locked lips, as she swallowed and swallowed the flood of nectarous semen squirting into the warm receptive shelter of her mouth. Having finished with Rita, Bob was, by this time, back at his own home. He had been watching the last ten minutes or so at the incredible cock and cunt sucking taking place in his living room. The only thing he could not understand about the whole situation was what the problem could be between Owen and Rita. Obviously Owen was capable of satisfying Tina, and Bob knew that Rita was far from frigid. Standing on his front porch looking through the picture window of his home, Bob Reed shook his head. If there was ever a couple that needed the use of a wife swapping club, it was the Temples. The cold winter air blew around him, reminding him that there were better things to do than stay out in the cold watching his wife and another man. Chuckling to himself, he headed in the direction of the nearest telephone booth. He and his wife had a little signal. He would dial his own number and let the phone ring once, a message to his wife that he would be coming home in a half hour or so. Tina could make up some excuse to get Owen out of the house without having him lose too much face. Then Bob and his wife would compare notes and work from there.

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An hour or so before Bob Reed left Rita's home, Tina and Owen entered the lovely dark-haired woman's home. Since she knew what she was looking for, Tina saw her husband stepping inside just as she was leading Owen's slightly wavering car down the dark, icy street. She had to smile to herself, thinking that, as usual, her timing and that of her husband's was perfect.

Owen parked his car in the street and walked quickly against the blast of cold air that threatened to bring more snow.

"Come on, coach," she called in a giddy tone, holding the door open for him, "let's not keep the head of the house waiting. I'm certain he's anxious to meet you."

She noticed that Bob had locked the door, a little signal that he expected to be gone for some time. As Owen walked past her into her home, she kept up her act that she had brought him home as much to see her husband as anything else.

"Youuhuuu ... Bob!" she called through the empty home. "We have a guest!" Then she turned to Owen. "He's probably upstairs or something, taking a bath maybe."

"No, I don't think so," Owen commented, seeing the note Bob had written. "According to this, he's pretty angry with you."

"Hummmm ... let me see that," she said, taking the paper from his hands. She read his words, telling her that he was very angry with her and had decided that he would go for a long extended walk ... and that he didn't know when he would be home. She knew exactly what he was telling her ... that he would be over at Rita's house until he finished fucking her, and that he would give her a little signal when he was through there. The whole thing appealed to Tina's sense of romantic interlude, and she wadded up the note and tossed into a waste basket.

"That's what I think of his playing around," she said, walking to where she and her husband keep their liquor. "If he thinks he's going to make me feel guilty, he's got another thing coming."

"Maybe I should just leave," Owen said sheepishly.

"Oh, you'll do nothing of the sort," Tina demanded. "Who knows? Maybe he'll come back. It's pretty cold out there."

Owen shrugged his shoulders, slipped out of his heavy coat and took a seat on the couch.

"What would you like to drink?" Tina asked him.

"Oh, I don't think I should have any more to ... oh, what the hell? How about a Scotch? On the rocks this time."

"You got it love," Tina said, making his drink, and then making another martini for herself. As she moved around the liquor cabinet, Owen continued to stare at her ripe, voluptuous body, at her thick black hair that touched lightly at the out-thrusting mounds of her blouse- covered breasts. He hadn't noticed it in the bar before, but the cotton garment was pretty sheer ... almost transparent in fact, and he could see that her flesh underneath was smooth and as cream white as her hair was dark. Then, too, there was the faintest hint, just a hint, of coral lipstick on her lush lips, and as she walked, she continued to sway her hips in a more than casual, less than provocative manner ... enough to make Owen's cock begin spasming again. There was no doubt about it ... she was one hell of an attractive woman ... easily as attractive as Rita.

"Shall we drink to friendship?" she asked in a low, throaty voice as she handed him his drink and took a seat next to him on the couch, just close enough to him so he could get a good view of her firm, hard breasts, nearly visible through the sheer cloth of her blouse.

"To friendship it is," Owen said in a happy tone as he smiled at her. The drinking he had done a little earlier was still affecting him, and he knew that this additional liquor would more than likely make him even drunker, but at that point, he really didn't care.

"So tell me ... what do you think of our little community here?" Tina asked him, resting her arm on the back of the couch and twisting her body so that Owen had a full front view of her. She tucked one leg up under her firm, hard buttocks, and for all the world looked almost casual ... almost, but not quite.

"I think it's nice," Owen answered, "though I have to admit, I haven't seen very much of it."

"Well, now, you'll have to do something about that. There wouldn't be as many people here as there are if it weren't something of an exciting place to live."

"I'm afraid I haven't met that many people that live out here, either," Owen said, feeling a little guilty about it.

"Is that so? Well, I think I can do something about that. Like I said, Bob and I love to entertain, and we're giving a little party here next week. We would love to have you and Rita attend."

Tina sure as hell wasn't going to tell him just what kind of a party they were throwing ... not yet at any rate. She could see that Owen was something of a straight and narrow man, and she didn't know how he would react to the idea of wife swapping. Maybe in a little while. First she was going to find out what kind of a cock he had ... and how he used it. She couldn't believe that Owen was failing to satisfy Rita ... not with a hard-muscled body like he had. She dropped her eyes to his loins and delighted in the massive bulge of his cock in his crotch, and then she smiled as she thought of Bob trying to make it with Rita. Maybe she really was frigid. That really would be a laugh!

"Let me freshen up that drink a little," she said quickly, taking his glass from him. She didn't want to get him too drunk, but she wanted him a little looser than he was.

Owen started to protest. He knew that sooner or later he would have to be getting back to his wife. Even though he still believed that what ever was the matter was her fault and not his, staying away from her wasn't going to do any good. He really did want to talk about it, and if he continued drinking, he wouldn't be able to.

But Tina looked so damned sensual ... the way she moves and talks and just presents herself. Damn, but she was one really desirable piece of ass. If he could just be unmarried for one night, he'd fuck the living shit out of her, and then tell Rita all about it. She was wearing her clothes so tight that he had no trouble at all picturing her naked in his mind, her dark cuntal triangle begging for his hand ... her seething vaginal slit begging for his cock ...

Owen felt a flush start out of his collar as Tina returned to the couch with his freshened drink. He had to stop thinking like this. Despite the spat he had had with Rita, he had to remember that he was married. Managing to get his thoughts under control, the young ex-football player turned to the brazen dark-haired woman, wondering what he could say to her. The Scotch was making him feel warm and more relaxed as he sipped on it.

"How long have you and Bob been married?" he asked, both to make conversation, and to remind the two of them that she was married, and therefore unable to do certain things. He noticed that she was looking at him pretty much the same way he was looking at her ... obvious desire in her eyes.

"About two years," she said, leaning just a little closer to him. "Like I say, we have our ups and downs. I wouldn't worry too much about what happened between you and Rita all that much. Tell me ... do you really think she's frigid?"

Owen took a long pull on his drink, trying to formulate an answer in his mind. "That's sort of hard to say. When we were on our honeymoon, she was one hot little bitch."

He stopped as his eyes noticed that she had opened her thighs just a little, causing her tight jeans to press even tighter against her cunt. The material of her jeans followed the crack of her pussy, indenting all along her vaginal slit. The light of the room went through the sheer cotton blouse, revealing even more of her bosom, the darker aureoles of her breasts contrasting sharply with the cream-whiteness of the globes. He thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples, and a flush came to his collar again. He knew he had to stop thinking like this, but he couldn't take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His penis began spasming in his pants again. Once ... twice, letting him know that he was losing control over his body. And remembering what Rita had told him was making him more anxious than ever to prove her wrong. He tried to settle himself down by taking another long pull of his drink.

Internally, Tina was a seething froth of excitement and impending triumph. She could see that he was slowly but surely breaking down. Thus far, it seemed to her that the only thing that was standing between her cunt and his visibly swelling cock was a marriage license, and she believed that it was little more than a piece of paper ... hardly a strong defense against anything. She could feel the initial warm seepings of excitement begin to flow down between her legs as she thought of what would be taking place in just a little while. Oooooo ... she was going to take his cock for a ride that he would never forget.

"You were telling me that Rita was a virgin when you married her?" she said to keep the conversation going along the lines she wanted.

Owen tried to remember if he had told her something like that, but he decided that it didn't make any difference, really.

"That's right. She was."

"I should think that a man with all your experience would want to marry a woman who had at least some experience herself," she commented, glancing at the front of his pants from beneath lowered lids. She was certain she could see his cock pulsing there now, pushing his trouser material out briefly as it jumped spasmodically from time to time. Her cuntal juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation. Things were working out just fine, though they weren't going fast enough to suit her.

Owen was getting more flushed with her demanding conversation.

"To be quite honest," he told her, "Now that I think about it, it might have been better if I'd married a woman with some knowledge of what sex was all about. I had to teach her everything, and I don't think she made a very good student."

"I'll bet you were one hell of a teacher," she said in a low, sultry voice."

Owen looked at her eyes for a moment, sensing that she was coming on to him stronger than ever now, as though she wanted him to make a first move. That was something he couldn't do, despite her alluring, blood- heating nearness. Damn ... he began wishing that he hadn't had so much to drink, while at the same time wishing that he weren't married to Rita or anyone else. If he were back in college with Tina, he would have had her clothes off and his cock in her cunt by now.

Damn! He had to stop thinking like that. There was nothing to be gained with thoughts of that kind except more frustration than Rita had already given him.

The confused ex-football player drank again from his glass. He felt a warm relaxed lethargy begin to flow over him. When he had been in training in college, he had not done very much drinking at all, and even though he did drink now, his body still wasn't all that used to it. The drinks were having a heightening effect on his bloodstream, while at the same time dulling his mind, so that the pounding of his heart seemed twice as loud. He kept staring at the sultry smiling face of Tina Reed, at the kind of miasma of total sex she exuded, the full rich softness of her firm, high breasts. Damn! Getting his hands on those tits of hers would be sheer heaven. He'd like to take each nipple in his mouth and roll it around and around with his tongue. That would show Rita that he didn't have any problems.

Owen felt his cock jerk into sudden rigidity with that thought, as though it were alive, trying to break out of its cloth prison. He took a deep breath and finished his drink, trying to will his penis into limpness again. He had to stop thinking about fucking Tina. That was all there was to it. His cock acted as though it had a mind of its own, and remained achingly, throbbingly erect and blood-swollen. Guiltily, his eyes went to Tina's face.

She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants!

And she was smiling!!

"Well, now ... that's really interesting," she said in a chipper voice.

"Uhhh ... what is?"

"Your erection," she said in a voice that was both casual and arousing at the same time. "That huge erection of yours."

His breath quickened at her blatantcy, and he bit on his lower lip.

"I think it would be a shame to waste a huge hard-on like that," she said, smiling and looking at him as she sipped on her drink. "I know I would hate to see it go to waste, and with Rita mad at you, you'll just have to do something else with it than fuck her. Right?"

"I ... I ... I," he stuttered.

"What would you say to putting it in my cunt for a change. How would you like to fill my tight little pussy with that huge hardness. You could fuck it between my legs and fill my pussy with your cum. Doesn't that sound like a lot of fun?"

"Oh God!" Owen gasped. His cock was palpitating wildly now, and his brain was reeling. Shit, he knew she had been coming on to him, but this was more than a simple come-on. She was mentally raping him, even though she knew he was warned ... Hell, even though she was married herself. His balls began to ache