Naked Curiosities
(Mm+/F+, teen, cheat, inc)

by Kysa Braswell with Ian Haas
www.kysaonline.com

The rich benignant cigar smoke eddied coolly down his throat; he puffed it out again in rings which breasted the air bravely for a moment; blue, circular - I shall try and get a word alone with Nicolette tonight, he thought - then began to wobble into hourglass shapes and taper away; odd shapes they take, he thought.

"Come on, Rahm baby. The boys won't see. We'll go into the garage!" Nicolette anxiously tugged on her future husband's sleeve and guided him with determination away from the ranch style house toward the garage.

"I don't know, Nicolette." Rahm Martz hesitated at the door, looking back toward the house where his two teenage boys could quite easily be watching them. Nicolette was so impatient, he thought to himself, almost too impatient for his tastes, and yet he didn't really want to disappoint her. He was too much in love with the girl for that! Still and all, you'd think she might be able to wait until some decent time. Or at least until after the wedding on the very next day.

"Come on, Rahm! Rahm you want me as much as I want you?"

Rahm followed his young bride-to-be. She was only twenty-one, almost a teenager herself, and Rahm considered himself lucky at forty-five to have her.

"All right, Nicolette. Of course I do. You know I do!" He was following her into the back seat of the car where the young blonde girl had already arranged herself in the corner. "It's just that...."

But Nicolette's arm snaked out and upward, catching the older man around the neck and pulling him close to her invitingly reclining body. While her moist tongue thrust impetuously in between his lips, her hands fumbled downward, reaching for his to place them upon the already palpitating mounds of her naked breasts. It was not difficult to reach the smooth silken skin of Nicolette's voluptuously large 34G-cup breasts, bare beneath the light summer dress she wore. There they were right inside the low-cut top of her dress, set high and full and tantalizingly firm in their beckoning warmth and softness.

"Oh, God, Nicolette! You're so beautiful... so exciting!"

"And you're wonderful, lover!" Nicolette replied, already giving herself up to the delightful tingling sensation emanating from Rahm's careful manipulation of her naked breasts. "Oh, that's good! I like it like that!"

How long had it been since Rahm had felt a woman warm and responsive in his arms? It wasn't the first time he and his bride-to-be had made love. It was perhaps the fourth or fifth time, and yet the widower still felt like a novice after the long years without a wife, and only an occasional relief during that time from the loneliness he usually felt.

And to think that tomorrow all this would be his! Irrevocably his!

"Oh, Nicolette!" he cried. Already his thickening cock was throbbing in lustful anticipation, knowing that Nicolette wore no panties beneath her dress, already feeling her parted thighs rubbing against him, slowly, sensuously. It was hot in the garage and hotter still in the car. June in northern Nevada was usually not this hot, but there'd been a long dry spell and it was almost as if this were Reno, instead of San Martin.

But the fresh air and the trees, apple and oak and redwoods, fir and elm that surrounded Rahm Martz's property all spoke of the particular atmosphere in Navaho County where he and his twin sons had been living ever since his wife's death some years before. The house itself was large and sprawling, designed by Rahm himself, who made his living as an engineer of good reputation in the area. There was a great deal of wood in the house and a lot of glass, and it was through the largest pane of glass at the side of the house that the two boys now peered intensely.

"Yep, they went inside!" Kevin said with his usual calm.

"Of course they went inside! I told you they would, didn't I?" Devin was irritable, as he was frequently wont to be.

Two small freckled faces pressed against the pane of glass and two tousled shocks of blond hair could have been seen from the outside, had anyone been watching. The twins looked almost exactly alike, although a few years before neither one of them had liked it very much, now they were beginning to enjoy it thoroughly. Not only were they each other's best friend and confidant, but they were able to derive a great deal of pleasure by mystifying friends and relatives with their uncanny resemblance. At thirteen, Kevin and Devin thought themselves to be at the height of their intelligence, and perhaps they were.

"They're doing it!" announced Devin. "I'm sure of it!"

"Let's go see!" cried Kevin. The boy's blue eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at his brother. Both boys' freckles were arranged in perfectly symmetrical and identical patterns across their noses, only Kevin had a distinguishing extra freckle on his right ear. But because they wore their hair at almost shoulder length, this freckle was rarely visible.

"You bet!" replied Devin, and they were both scrambling out the door of the house across the perfectly kept green lawn and toward the garage.

When they reached the door they paused, however. "This calls for stealth, Kevin!" Devin whispered. "We can't make a sound or they'll hear us and stop what they're doing!"

Devin was the natural leader and they both accepted this, him being a few minutes older than his brother. "Right!" Kevin replied. "Stealth it is!"

With exceeding care Devin pulled the garage door open just enough so the two boys could squeeze through the narrow opening. Dressed in T-shirts, shorts, and sneakers without socks, they looked the picture of wholesome American youth, but within their cunning little minds the boys felt a strong determination to prove themselves to be the very opposite of what they appeared.

"Listen!" Devin cautioned his brother, and they stood stock still there in the dimness of the garage. From the direction of the car came the unmistakable voice of their future stepmother.

"Do it to me, Rahm. Take me now, honey!" She was completely naked and cramped in the confining back seat of the Volvo; before her Rahm, too, had removed the last article of his clothing, except his shoes and socks, which he felt would take too long to put back on. Nicolette knew that in moments she would be writhing in sensual torment beneath her future husband, enjoying the wanton meeting of bodies that had never failed to excite her beyond anything she'd ever known, since the young girl's first complete experience at fourteen in her boyfriend's playroom. She wanted to hasten the moment as she now felt Rahm's heavy legs pressing hers outward, and suddenly pulsing near her nakedly trembling belly, the fiery pole of his lustfully swollen cock.

With one sudden movement, the blonde girl's long legs were parted by the widowered engineer's naked leg, and the smooth soft head of his heated cock slid eagerly up between her spread-eagled thighs until it bumped against the narrow cleft of her sparsely hairy pussy.

Nearby, Devin and Kevin approached, and when they reached the side of the car, they daringly peered into the back seat. There, before their amazed eyes were the quiveringly hard naked buttocks of their father, and below, the wide-spread silken thighs of their future stepmother, separated by their father's thrusting body, while Nicolette's slender calves gripped compulsively around Rahm's back.

"CRICHTON! THEY ARE DOING IT!" Kevin did not have to speak the words, one look exchanged between the twins was enough to send the shattering message back and forth between them. Wordlessly, the teenagers looked back at the most lascivious sight their young eyes had ever seen. It certainly was going to make life more interesting, each thought in his own way. Nothing in fact would ever be the same again. And that was all right with them, considering the dullness they usually had to contend with.

Inside the car, Nicolette chanted, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" Her heated cuntal passage ached for the hard length of Rahm's advancing penis. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would scream if he didn't hurry! Once more his excited fingers were working steadily at the soft fullness of her breasts which were swollen and filled with desire. That was all that seemed to exist now of the former student at Berkeley - her stinging breasts and the moistly secreting pussy that accepted the hard blunt tip of Rahm's surging cock as it rubbed against her straining young pussy slit. The increasing friction was almost unbearable. Impulsively, the young blonde began pushing her hips up higher and higher off the car seat, trying to get him to enter her. But Rahm's sliding teasing cock continued to grace her tortured gyrating pussy until Nicolette began to claw wildly at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.

"Please... Rahm... please. Oh, God, please take me, take me now!"

Outside the window of the car the twins again exchanged glances and with bated breath returned their gaze to the lewd encounter between their father and the 21-year old girl who was soon to be their new mother! The thick sleek head of Rahm's raging cock stopped its incessant rubbing between his fiancée's fleshy cuntal lips and slid downward, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her widespread pussy. As the older man panted a bit in expectation, his hands slipped underneath Nicolette's long legs, drawing them upward so that they splayed outward and nestled higher upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his thick shaft part the girl's sparse blonde pubic hair and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded her small pussy opening, searching, burrowing, sliding. Rahm's muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push, push hard against the moaning 21-year old, feeling the softness of her pussy give way, the petal-like lips beginning to open wide to admit his hardness deep, deep up inside her. The little hairy mouth between Nicolette's open, cream-white thighs yielded willingly, and in one sudden thrust Rahm rammed halfway up inside the girl's wildly trembling belly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH... AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Nicolette moaned, her head tossing from side to side, her fingernails trailing long red lines along Rahm's naked back as deep within her contracting cuntal walls she felt his heated hardness, the thick rigid cock of the man who was going to marry her tomorrow.

It was good. It was very good. And the young girl thought that once they were married, she would be able to turn Rahm into quite a lover. Just the kind of lover she needed. Everything was going to turn out just fine; she would have the security she always wanted, plus the good loving her body craved. As soon as fall came she would arrange to have the pesky twins sent off to school somewhere, and then her life would be absolutely perfect. But all of this was but a flash in Nicolette's thoughts as, totally unaware that her new charges were watching every sordid detail of her lustful encounter with their father, the young blonde felt Rahm moving up still higher within the already filled passage of her pliant cunt. He certainly did have a good size... a very good size! Nice and hard and big and thick. With a little shudder of delight, Nicolette let herself snuggle downward against the upward grinding of Rahm's turgid cock, enjoying the pressure of her own tightly clasping vaginal muscles as they rippled wetly and smoothly around the older man's surging penis. Rahm knew that he couldn't stop now no matter what happened. The tenderness of Nicolette's inner pussy wrapped itself elastic- like around his upward surging cock, as with a soulful moan, he rammed it up all the way into the depths of her satin-smooth cunt. His dark hair falling forward into his eyes, Martz rocked the full weight of his loins into the young girl's pelvis, splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his searching cock deeper upward inside her. He could feel her legs flailing in the air, cramped by the limited space of the back seat of the car, and Nicolette's fingernails dug harder into his back. But he could only grab onto her cushiony soft buttocks and pull the blonde girl's excited loins up still higher to meet his engorged cock.

"OH NICOLETTE! Honey... I LOVE YOU... GOD I LOVE YOU!" he cried.

The two 13-year old hearts beat wildly, and each boy knew that he had never been so excited in as many years. Devin and Kevin stood breathlessly watching, unnoticed while their elders continued the lewd fucking right before their eyes. They dared not look away now for fear that they would miss some minute portion of the lurid action. Everything about this lascivious scene was important to the boys. Instinctively, their own young cocks rose high and hard in their shorts, filled with the exciting twinges of lust that they felt might form a small portion of what their father was feeling.

"Gee, Dad sure is digging it!" Kevin whispered finally, and Devin nodded in solemn agreement, noting that Kevin's hand had gone down to grope tentatively at his desire-hardened young cock, just as his own had.

"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" Nicolette wailed continuously, and the boys grasped harder at their own tingling pulsating cocks within the confines of their shorts.

In the car Rahm was working his hips up, kneeling into his voluptuous bride-to-be and using her long limber legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating profusely and big drops streaked down his forehead onto Nicolette's quivering nakedness.

"Christ, Nicolette, Christ!" the older man gasped. It felt better than any of their previous lovemaking had, and Rahm could only congratulate himself on his own good fortune. To have such a girl in love with him! It wasn't every man who could say this! To have such a creature in his bed, in his house, taking care of things, taking care of him! It was almost too much to believe!

Suddenly Rahm pulled halfway out of Nicolette's blonde-fringed clinging cunt, and as his back arched upward, the boys got a good glimpse of the glistening pink and gold of their future stepmother's gaping pussy. Then Rahm's rigid cock was moving back in, touching every section of her secret interior, filling up every nook and cranny. It was stretching the young girl's pussy tight, giving her a pleasure that made her cry out like a wounded animal. He paused a moment and then started pounding against her, steady and hard, until each thrust of his lust-hardened cock into Nicolette's wet open pussy created an astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that grew more acute by the second. Wet, sluicing sounds and soft pounding thuds met the boys' burning ears as they watched the lust-inspiring scene, feeling the hard tingling of their own boyish cocks sending messages of urgent need to their young brains. Nicolette's moans seemed to pierce their young bodies as they watched the young girl mold her nakedly gyrating flesh up to their father's with anxious, frantic motions. Although it was quite warm in the garage the boys shivered as their own fingers played tensely along the outline of their youthfully stiffened cocks, running up and down with swifter and swifter motions that brought greater thrills to their inexperienced systems than any they had ever known. This was no ordinary finger-play. God, they'd done that often enough! No, the keen emotions they were feeling had a reality that no other self-touching ever had!

"Phew!" said Kevin softly to his brother, crouching by the side of the family car.

"Yeah... we're ready for something," Devin agreed, reading his brother's thoughts. "Something else!"

While within the car, their father looked down at Nicolette's tightly screwed-up features, her normally pretty face distorted by the lustful fire raging within her loins as she responded to each strong blow of his advancing cock. Rahm felt like a god. He was lying naked between the legs of one of the most beautiful creatures on earth and she was loving it! He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise, kneading the smooth moons of the young girl's jiggling white breasts in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down into the seat of the car, helplessly impaled by his ramming cock.

"Oooooommmmmph!" The blonde moaned feverishly, "Ohhhh Yeah. YEAHHHHHHHH. YEAAAAAAEEHH!"

The middle-aged engineer's handsome craggy face grew purplish from the effort and the strength of his desire, as now with long even strokes he continued the glorious fucking that he knew his future wife was appreciating. The very forbidden nature of making love in the family car, with the boys somewhere in the nearby house, made the normally cautious engineer more and more excited. Tides of desire rose and fell between the aroused couple as they writhed together, grinding in the nakedness of their loins against each other with lewd tremblings and groans that rocked the car and inflamed the observing children. Devin and Kevin let their fingers increase the magnificent friction each had built up along the lustful length of their impressively thick young cocks. Now their hands reached within the elastic top of their shorts feeling the naked hotness of their genitals while they watched the frantic lovemaking in the Volvo.

"OOOOOHHHHH!" Nicolette sang out, feeling her future husband's naked body pressing heavily down on hers while the tautly stretched cheeks of her quivering buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in mid-air, one striking against the front seat, the other against the back as her cuntal muscles began to vibrate with a new urgency, and then suddenly began to contract wildly. A series of spasms took hold of the former student as the older man's driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her seeping pussy steadily back, massaging the sensitive flesh internally with each labored withdrawal. Then Rahm brought his huge lust-swollen shaft all the way out of the young girl's pussy, leaving just the head at the entrance and once more with all his might rammed back into her steaming passage.

"AAAAAaaaahhhhhhh, DONDONDONDON!" she chanted, bucking up against his savage thrust.

Rahm crooned above Nicolette with delight, knowing she was starting into her orgasm. Gasping for air himself, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of the blonde girl's cunt, while behind him his two sons watched the way his angry-looking cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching aperture of Nicolette's straining pussy. His balls ached painfully as his blonde-haired bride-to-be continued to grunt steadily with words of lewd encouragement. He knew that he too was going to cum and the older man only hoped that he could hold out long enough to thoroughly satisfy her! His eagerly throbbing flesh seemed filled with a hundred hot sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he dominated the former schoolgirl he was to marry. He had watched her grow more beautiful in the two years she'd worked part-time as a secretary in his office, and now here she was, his - or almost, anyway and Christ, he was going to cum any second! His sperm was crying out to be released into that deep clinging channel of Nicolette's tightly clasping cunt. Devin and Kevin stood transfixed at the sight of the lewdly fucking couple before them, their young penises swelling uncomfortably as they squeezed and pulled at the blood-engorged shafts, their eves filmed over with a desire-inspired glaze. Both boys' youthful cocks had turned a deep red as they slipped the skin hotly back and forth over the soft tips of their moist sensitive organs. Their bright white teeth were bared in a lustful grimace as they saw their future mother expand into the full frenzy of her orgasm. Her entire lusciously curved body nakedly arched beneath their Dad's thrusting hardness, her face sometimes visible to them from their position was almost unrecognizably distorted by passion. A steady wailing moan slipped from her widely separated lips as the young girl clung to their father's back with both hands and heels, doing an odd sideways dance with her climaxing loins. Her raging hot pussy clung to the slipping, pistoning cock that filled her so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light seemed to seep throughout her system, throbbing wildly through every pore of her being. It was like failing from a tall building and being shattered upon a blissful surface, expanding and flying out into space in a million tiny glittering pieces!

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH EEEEEEEE!" Nicolette wailed pitifully, ending in a soul-rending moan of spasmodic delight. Her long pale legs quivered by themselves for several seconds and then the boys saw their father quicken his pace at the last, ramming into the wet tenderness of Nicolette's open pussy with short hard strokes that triggered her inner explosion as well as his.

Every sinew of their father's body was taut, especially those of his arms, neck and thighs as he bellowed out his final cry. Simultaneously, the twins felt the rush of their own young sperm setting forth a zigzag journey that brought with it the acute accumulation of desire and torment of their youth. Two blond heads snapped back with the force of their release as they arched their own cocks back tightly letting the overwhelming waves of pleasure release them from the tension they'd known every since they crept into the garage.

It was probably nearly as good as what their father was feeling, each thought, and yet both boys knew that "nearly as good" was not quite good enough!

As Nicolette lay panting and satiated beneath her future husband, the rushing and pounding in her ears prevented her from hearing any other sound but her fiancee's harsh breathing over her. Neither of them heard the two boys slip from the garage and exit into the bright Nevada sun; and it was some ten minutes later that Rahm and Nicolette, respectably dressed but flushed from their illicit experience in the garage, emerged, arms wound around each other. They smiled and clung close to each other as they walked into the house.

"Wonder where the boys have got to?" Rahm said aloud.

Who cares? thought Nicolette, going to the refrigerator for a snack. She made a mental note to have Rahm get her a self- defrosting refrigerator as soon as she moved into the house, and then set about making cold iced diet-soda and bologna sandwiches for the two of them.


Nicolette smiled back at her new husband. The hot sand of the beach slipped between her toes as she wriggled them downward. Beyond, the sparkling clear water seemed to dance in the sunlight. Nicolette had to narrow her eyes against the glare as she took her sunglasses off.

"Happy, darling?" Rahm asked. The wedding had been small but most satisfactory. Immediately afterward, Rahm and Nicolette had headed for the airport where they boarded the airplane for St. Tropez. The twins had been on hand to wave goodbye, and Rahm was satisfied that they would be all right since the housekeeper would look in on them daily and cook them dinner every evening.

Rahm was pleased to have this two-week honeymoon all alone with his new bride. He knew that Nicolette had never been out of the country before, and it was gratifying to be able to offer her the expensive trip below the border.

"I've never been happier, love," Nicolette replied, gazing past her husband's shoulder.

There was a man sunning himself nearby who had been staring at her since the first day she and Rahm had arrived at the posh resort of Ellisville. The young man and his wife were staying in the adjoining cabin and they shared the same swimming pool. All the guests at Ellisville stayed in little houses rather than in hotel rooms, and each group of houses had a large pool at the disposal of its guests.

Nicolette had nodded to the man and had had a few short conversations with his wife who was a pretty redhead. But the other couple only used the pool when the Larsens were not in it, so Rahm and Nicolette refrained from joining them in the warm water. Instead, they had come down to lie on the beach. Nicolette noted now how handsome the sandy-haired stranger was, and thought it would be nice to get to know him. She knew though that Rahm had no desire to socialize with any of the other guests. They were, after all, on their honeymoon, and Rahm wanted her all to himself. The young blonde had gone along with this for the first few days, but now they'd been at Ellisville almost a full week, and Nicolette was beginning to feel a little restless. It was no longer quite enough to know that she was the most beautiful young woman at the resort, and that all of the hotel boys gaped in admiration when she walked by in her bikini. The drinks at the bar were wonderful, but Nicolette wanted to dance the fast numbers and Rahm only felt comfortable with the slow ones. Suddenly feeling a bit daring, the young blonde wife returned the stranger's gaze boldly, meeting his stare for what seemed a long time, and then breaking the contact. Flushed and excited, she lay back down on the blanket beside her husband who had noticed nothing of the exchange. She could feel her breath coming in quick little gasps as she lay trying to calm herself. How silly, she thought, but nonetheless she shivered a bit with excitement.

"Would you like me to rub a little more lotion on?" Rahm asked. She could already hear the sound of the tube being undone.

"Yes, darling," she replied. "Just a bit more!"

Nicolette turned over on her back and gave herself up to Rahm's fingers as he rubbed the creamy lotion into her already bronzed skin. His smoothing fingers moved onto her calves and then upward to the shapely firmness of her thighs.

"Mmmmm..." she said. Her eyes were closed and it was easy enough to imagine that it was someone else's fingers on her skin, touching her intimately like this. Why not imagine the stranger? There's nothing really wrong in it, and no one will ever know anyway, she thought, a smile of contentment coming to her lips.

"Do my back too, love," she whispered, reaching back to undo her bathing suit straps. The full firm shapes of her breasts felt heavy as they were freed, and Nicolette let them push softly down into the blanket that covered the sand beneath her. Her nipples stiffened from the contact, and the young blonde sighed as a shiver of desire coursed through her sun-warmed flesh. Rahm's fingers were firm on her back now, and she wanted him to move down to touch the sides of her naked breasts, but she knew he wouldn't do it unless she asked. Rahm was very self-conscious around other people, whereas Nicolette had a tendency toward exhibitionism. It was nice to be admired and to know that her beauty was appreciated.

She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Rahm. If he couldn't do it on his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it ought to be. Sometimes Rahm was exasperating, to say the least! She was willing to bet that the sandy-haired man who was perhaps still watching from his spot further down on the beach, was not hesitant about such things. In any case, it was fun to imagine that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to massage her breasts right there on the beach where anyone who was looking could see! He was certainly the type who would make love to his wife on the kitchen floor if he felt like it, and not wait until they were in bed together! Rahm was rubbing the suntan lotion over her smooth shoulders now, and the familiar scent of it made her nostrils flare slightly. It reminded her of lovemaking, of sweating bodies and hot sun, of what it was like to lie on the beach right after being completely satisfied by a good thick cock. It reminded her of one of her old boyfriends. She and Rahm, her new husband, had made love every night since they'd arrived at the resort, and a couple of times in the afternoon during siesta, but even though Nicolette couldn't complain that she was frustrated, she didn't feel that sensation that she loved, the feeling of being completely fulfilled by sex, so exhausted that she felt limp and breathless, totally mindless and happy. Nicolette certainly couldn't say that she was mindless. She was thinking quite a lot as a matter of fact; a certain sign of her restlessness. The surroundings were so lush and exotic and the heat beat down so steadily, even at night. It was all very dramatic, as if something ought to happen that was out of the ordinary. So far nothing had. Still there was a feeling of strange anticipation in the air, and it created a strange stirring in the 21-year old girl's veins.

"More?" Rahm asked tenderly.

"No... thanks, that's enough," she answered, ready now to take a short nap. Then she would go in the water again, just once more before going back to the cabin. That night she and Rahm would go to the club again. A new trio was playing and Rahm wanted to see them. But Nicolette had planned to get him to take her in to a discotheque in the town too, one where the dancing and the music might be a bit wilder. She hoped to see some exciting seedy types, too, not just the rather boring tourists who were all rich enough to afford to stay at Ellisville and were consequently dull as paint. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the neighboring cabin, that is. He was decidedly interesting.

Nicolette lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in the direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The beach was practically deserted. Even though she knew it was silly, the young bride felt a stab of disappointment.

"Looking for someone, darling?" Rahm looked up from the magazine he'd been reading.

"No... I was just wondering if that man who sells iced drinks was still there."

"Then you were looking for someone!" Rahm said lightly.

"Yes, I guess I was," Nicolette admitted, vexed by the entire conversation.

"No, he's gone now," Rahm said, speaking of the barman who wandered the beach with a small cart during certain hours. "But I'll run up to the main building and get you one. What do you want, another Rum Collins?"

"Yes, yes, that would be fine," Nicolette said, trying to smile pleasantly up at her husband.

She was lying there thinking about what she would say if the stranger came by while Rahm was up getting her a drink. Still she lay with her eyes closed, digging little patterns into the sand with her feet. It was highly unlikely that he would come by, she decided. He'd probably gone back to the cabin several minutes ago. He was probably swimming in the pool with his wife right now, probably making love to her, or at least wanting to. His wife was pretty, no doubt about it, but Nicolette felt pleased with the thought that her own legs were better than the redhead's. She was just beginning a complete mental comparison, something she often liked to do where other women were concerned, when she felt a presence at her head and a voice spoke down to her.

"Some weather, isn't it. Not a bad day since we came!"

Nicolette looked up with a start. It was him!

The stranger's gray-green eyes gazed curiously down at her while Nicolette struggled to turn over and sit up. She felt at a vague disadvantage having him looking down at her like that while she was lying out flat.

"Oh... you startled me!" she exclaimed, searching for her sunglasses. Sunglasses always made her feel secure, people couldn't tell so well what you were thinking when you wore them. Fitting the glasses over her eyes, she looked up at the tall, good-looking man. "Yes, it is beautiful here, isn't it?"

"On your honeymoon?"

Nicolette did not want to admit that she was, for some reason. But obviously it was not the kind of thing you lied about. "Yes," she replied, "as a matter of fact, I am... that is, we are!"

"Me, too," the man replied. "By the way, my name is Kent Samuels."

"Mine is Nicolette Joh-... I mean Martz.

Kent laughed. "Having a hard time getting used to your new name?" he asked.

Nicolette laughed too. She liked him. He made her feel comfortable right away, unlike some men she'd known. "Yes; you men have it easy. You don't have to change your names!"

"Indeed. But think of it this way. This is the third time I've given my name away!" Kent was squatting down beside her now, balancing easily on his haunches, his strong muscular body deeply tanned and healthy looking.

"You mean this is the third time you've been married?" Nicolette was astonished.

"Give the little lady a silver dollar!"

Nicolette blushed. Imagine being someone's third wife! But then she thought about it and she realized that she was Rahm's second wife, after all. Of course his first wife had died, and she assumed that Kent had had two divorces. She wanted to ask, but decided not to. "I'll bet this is your first time out," Kent continued in the same vein.

Nicolette thought that the words were a little fresh, but decided to ignore that. He was just being friendly and, well, nice.

"Yes," she replied. "I've never been married before." She noticed that he was looking at her strangely as though he were thinking things about her that he would not tell her. She felt suddenly uncomfortable and decided to parry his question. After all, he'd asked her something intimate. He could do some answering too!

"What about your wife?" she asked. "Has she been married before?"

"Kaitlin? Oh yes, we're old hands, both of us. That doesn't mean it isn't still fun, though. Rahm get me wrong!"

Nicolette felt more comfortable now. She reached into her bag for her nail polish and began to give her fingernails a second coat of "Rasberry Red". "She's pretty, your wife," Nicolette said.

"A real beauty," Kent agreed, rocking back and forth as he clasped his bent knees. "But then, so are you," he added, boldly letting his eyes roam over the soft exposed surfaces of the new bride's scantily clad body.

"Well, thank you," Nicolette replied, thinking of her superior legs with pleasure.

"Let's have a drink together one night, shall we?" Kent asked, getting to his feet.

"Yes," Nicolette replied, "That would be nice. I'll mention it to Rahm."

"And I'll mention it to Kaitlin," Kent said as he waved and began to walk off down the beach. Nicolette waved back and then applied the last coat of polish to her little finger. She felt flushed and excited. As she was wriggling her fingers to dry them more quickly, she noticed that Rahm was returning to their blanket. She wondered if he had seen Kent Samuels talking to her, and she decided that she would say nothing about it if Rahm didn't mention it.




The Kansas City Club was jammed full of young people doing frantic dances back to back, side to side and sometimes front to front. Often it wasn't possible to tell just who was dancing with whom. Nicolette tried to explain to Rahm that it really didn't matter, but still she felt that he didn't quite understand the ambiance of the place. They sat in a small corner booth from which the dance floor was entirely visible. On the table before them were the accumulated glasses of several rum which the couple could not seem to get their waiter to take away. He would bring the new drinks when asked, but seemed to be saying in Spanish that someone else would come for the dirty glasses. But no one ever did. It hardly mattered now, though, as they would be leaving shortly. Rahm had been ready to go some time ago, and could hardly stifle a yawn he felt coming. It was far too hot in the nightclub and the music - or was it all that rum? - was giving him a splitting headache. Across from him, Nicolette sat, or rather bounced, on her seat, keeping a beat with the frantic music. It made Rahm nervous every time his pretty blonde wife jiggled up and down, for it looked as if her barely covered breasts might leap from the top of her dress at any moment. He could see several Mexican men standing nearby, doing nothing but watching his wife with a curious fixed expression that Rahm found irritating. He was glad that his 21-year old bride had agreed to go back home with him as soon as she finished her drink. She hadn't seemed too disappointed either when he'd told her he couldn't possibly dance another of those dances after the first one. The music had gone on and on for about twenty minutes without stopping, and he had vainly tried to keep on going, since everyone else seemed to be holding up! But at the end he was reduced to just swaying back and forth and smiling as though he had invented some new dance step. Meanwhile, Nicolette was gyrating and contorting her lithe body all around him, not really seeming to notice the difficulty Rahm was having in keeping up. Rahm finally managed to attract the waiter's attention to pay the bill, and while he was counting out the pesos Nicolette was still bouncing. Rahm noticed with some annoyance that the waiter didn't even bother looking at the money, but stared licentiously at Nicolette's jiggling breasts, taking in their lush near-nakedness as though somehow just by looking he could make them his.

"Let's get out of here!" Rahm said gruffly. It's hard not to be jealous when you have a wife who looks like Nicolette, he thought to himself. Especially when you're newly married and in a foreign country.

"Some of those Mexicans are cute!" Nicolette proclaimed as they were getting into their rented car. She was obviously a little tipsy, and her speech was slightly slurred.

"Cute!" Rahm said indignantly. "I was just thinking the opposite."

"Rahm you like those pretty little girls who sell flowers on the street?" Nicolette asked.

"Well, yes, but..."

"They're cute, aren't they?" Nicolette said.

"I suppose so," Rahm replied. There was no use arguing with Nicolette about the smallest point. She always likes to be right. Besides, his lovely young bride was in no more danger from those "cute" Mexicans now that they were on their way home from that place.

Rahm headed back toward Ellisville, and as the car began the mounting climb up the steep grade he knew that he would be glad to get to bed. He'd had far too much to drink and the outing had exhausted him. Nicolette had turned on the car radio and the mellifluous tones of Mexican guitars filled the night air. That was more like his kind of music, Rahm thought, wishing that they could have spent the evening at the resort club where a more sedate group was playing. But after one drink there, Nicolette had asked him to take her into town. And how could he refuse, after all? It wasn't really that much, as long as Nicolette was happy. They pulled up beside the cabin, the tires crunching in the gravel as their car came to a halt. Nicolette waited until Rahm came around and opened the door for her, then she danced and swayed all the way up the steps to the little house that was theirs for the duration of their stay at the resort. Next door Nicolette could see that the lights were on. The adjoining house was identical to Nicolette's and Rahm's down to the last detail. Nicolette looked curiously at the bedroom window, and noticed that she could see shadows moving behind the window shade. Then Rahm guided her up the short flight of steps and into their cabin. She turned on the lights and went toward the small refrigerator that was furnished by the hotel. Turning back toward Rahm, she said, "Let's have a drink. There's rum in the 'frig!" The hotel had supplied several bottles and mixers as well as fresh fruit. To her surprise, Nicolette saw that her husband was already in bed. He'd undressed in a flash, was wearing his pajamas and had slipped under the covers of the bed. She'd never seen anyone move so quickly!

"Are you going to sleep?" she asked accusingly.

"Well, I... uh..."

"The evening's just beginning!" Nicolette's voice reflected her incredulity at the fact that Rahm was passing out on her.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, darling," Rahm said. "Just forgive me this once. I'm absolutely exhausted!"

"Oh Christ, what a bore," Nicolette said under her breath, as she turned back to the small refrigerator. Well, she'd just make herself a drink first, and then go to bed. But she was in no mood for sleep. The drinks she'd already had had stimulated her to a point where she felt like either talking or dancing, or at least making love! It looked as if she was going to get none of these things, not tonight, anyway! The disappointed blonde carefully prepared an elaborate drink for herself, complete with slices of fresh orange and pineapple, and then sipped it.

"Mmm... perfect!" she declared.

She looked toward the bed where her new husband was lying dead to the world, and sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrying her drink, she moved toward the front door, opened the screen and went out. She wandered down toward the swimming pool and thought of going for a swim. It seemed a wonderful idea. All she had to do was put on her bathing suit and then she could enjoy the smooth warm water. But it seemed too much effort to go inside again, so Nicolette decided to swim in her panties and bra. They were just like a bathing suit anyway, she reasoned, except that they were pretty transparent. Besides no one would see her anyway, she decided. She looked up toward the other cabin as she slipped off her brief dress. They were obviously busy in the bedroom up there. They wouldn't be coming out for a swim. Anyway, she wouldn't stay long. Just a short dip to refresh herself. The new bride put her drink down on the side of the pool and dove in. Down beneath the water, she turned and twisted with delight at her own idea. If anyone could have seen her, they would have noted the gently rounded shape of her pubic mound, clearly delineated by the taut silken fabric of her panties, and behind, the smoothly shaped round buttocks that were cupped tightly by the same transparent fabric. Her bra fit over her full breasts, allowing their expansive shapes to explode over the top of the narrow band of cloth that supported them underneath. She splashed and dove, feeling like a dolphin, or perhaps a mermaid in the clear aquamarine water. Around her the night was black as pitch and the pool shone like a gem in the center of the thick foliage that surrounded all of the cabins. She felt very special, swimming all alone like that, knowing that her husband was asleep up there, and that Kent and his new wife Kaitlin were probably having sex in their room. She was beginning to imagine what they would look like together, the things they would do. It was fun to visualize their coupling naked bodies. To imagine the sounds they would make! She giggled and sank down, down into the clear warmth of the pool, and when she was all the way down, she opened her eyes... just in time to see Kent swimming toward her!

For some reason she wasn't surprised at all, and she felt extremely pleased. She pushed with her toes against the hard concrete bottom of the pool and, holding her breath all the way, went soaring up to the surface. Bursting through to the air, she gulped the delicious oxygen, and looked around for Kent. He came up beneath her and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her down again. Over and over they tumbled in the shining water, rising again and again to the surface, only to plunge once more to the liquid depths. It was innocent fun, Nicolette felt, and she was completely relaxed as they once more rose to the surface. She shook the water from her eyes, her wet blonde hair flying backward behind her.

"Where's Kaitlin?" she asked. "Is she coming out?" Her fingers tried to pull up on the bra which kept slipping down to expose her nipples completely. But she figured Kent couldn't see that much of her in the dark anyway.

"Not just yet," Kent replied. "She's busy right now. What about your spouse?"

"Oh, he's sound asleep. There won't be a peep from him until morning!" Nicolette swam to the edge where her drink was waiting. She decided she'd better not get out of the water just yet with her soaked underwear, so she trod water as she took some more of the potent liquid.

"Funny meeting you like this," Kent said. He was directly behind her, and Nicolette turned, but not quickly enough, to see just how close he was getting. His strong hard body was pressing against hers, and there was nothing else to do but accept the forbidden kiss that he offered her. All thoughts of twisting away from the handsome stranger were lost in the violent thrill that Nicolette felt racing through her entire body, and she thought that she would melt from the heat of the excitement that rose inside her. The contact of Kent's long lean body against hers in the water caused something like an electrical current to race through her from the tips of her toes to her newly painted finger tips. Kent could feel that there would be little resistance in the little blonde bitch as he started to explore her wet mouth with his tongue, and he took them both down beneath the surface of the water again. Halfway down, he undid the top of the new bride's bra so that her highly toned breasts swelled free in the water. Gently he massaged the pointed little tips, stiff and erect from the water and the excitement of his touch. His large hands kneaded and molded at the twenty-one year old's naked flesh, feeling it slide beneath his fingers, as the two newlyweds performed a dream-like underwater ballet, illicitly locked together in each other's arms in the solitude of the blue water. Despite the fact that her husband was sleeping not more than fifty feet away, Nicolette felt an almost irresistible longing rising within her liquor-sensitized loins. This was the kind of excitement she craved. This was the unexpected happening she'd been yearning for. But what about Rahm? Well, wasn't it his fault for falling asleep on her? What husband would fall asleep on his bride of a few days, no matter how tired he was? It was easy to work up a degree of anger against her sleeping spouse, and to explain away the desire that she could not resist. She could feel the hard ridge of Kent's cock pressing against her bare stomach, creating a tingling sensation that flowed along the length of her spine.

After a moment's hesitation, her tongue began to eagerly explore the inside of her neighbor's mouth, rubbing and pressing as he sucked gently on it. It felt unreal to her... she began to pretend she was another person... she was no longer a wife with a sleeping husband; she was in a living dream and there would be no consequences to her actions whatever they were. And when Kent floated them both over to the edge of the pool, the blonde bride felt as limp as a rag doll, overcome by an overwhelming desire for the stranger. By the side of the pool, rolling on the soft green grass, she lay her head back against Kent's shoulder. They were sheltered by the thick undergrowth, and could not be seen from the cabins. Nicolette felt relaxed and contented. Any feelings of guilt that she had fleetingly harbored magically submerged as Kent's hands began a gentle stroking motion along the surface of her wetly glistening belly. He brushed his fingers lightly over her midriff, creating imaginary lines upon the softness of her flesh. Nicolette moaned softly as she felt his hands pulling at the thin elastic waistband of her panties. Her breasts trembled ever so slightly as she took a deep breath, and making a decision, she lifted her buttocks up from the ground so that the soaking material could be more easily removed. Kent pulled slowly, and the blonde bride could feel her flimsy bikini panties being peeled off bit by bit, first rolling down her shapely thighs over her calves and then off her feet. Freedom. She lay completely naked, fully exposed to her neighbor's adulterous gaze.

"Oh baby, you do look nice!" he said, speaking for the first time since he had begun to make love to her. Nicolette, opening her eyes wide, saw the steely glint of passion in his gray-green eyes, his wet hair curled in sandy ringlets on his head. There was no turning back now. Besides, no one would ever know. She knew she was going to go through with it. The whole thing! Her sensuous body seemed to be demanding that she indulge in it, as a shudder of desire passed through her. Kent was removing his swimming trunks. He lay beside her without ever removing his eyes from the sight of her cock-stirring nakedness. They lay there side by side scarcely moving for a long moment, anticipation rising between them, creating a heaviness, a weight between them as though they were somehow attached to each other. Then Kent reached out and gently turned the 21-year old blonde girl over on her side away from him. He assuaged her questioning gesture with a kiss, leaning way over her so that his virile nakedness pressed warmly against her from the back. She could feel the lust-swollen breadth of his penis pulsing against her cool buttocks while he kissed her, his mouth seemingly glued to her lips. And then the hardness of his penis was sliding downward, parting the natural slit between her soft buttocks until it finally arrived at the pulsating spot between her curvaceous thighs. The tip of his thick shaft throbbed heatedly against the hairy entrance of her moist warm pussy. Kent's tongue began an in-and-out motion between her parted lips as he started an almost imperceptible thrusting of his hips, letting the full length of his torso press against her back. Instinctively, Nicolette parted her legs slightly and began an answering motion, making small but insistent jerking movements while she began to suck furiously on Kent's tongue, pulling it still deeper into her throat as she strained her head back to meet him. Kent's rock-hard penis strained at the entrance to her tight cuntal passage, the sensitive opening giving a little more with each movement the illicit lovers made. Then Kent pushed against her and, holding onto Nicolette's waist, he pulled himself up while pulling her beneath him. The upraised cheeks of her buttocks trembled above his cock as Nicolette was forced to assume a kneeling position in front of him.

"Oh!" she cried out softly, startled by this odd position. Then Kent gave a grunt behind her and she could no longer think about that, because the tip of his lust-driven cock forced the pliant circle of her pussy wide open, and his long thick shaft entered her, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. Slowly he sunk the long rigid shaft into her high-held cunt, until it was in to the hilt.

"Yeahhhh!" he whispered to her ear, shuffling lewdly forward while he pulled back on her hips, so that his pulsing cock was imbedded all the more deeply within the hot slippery tightness of the young wife's yearning cunt. She felt even better than he'd imagined. Nice and tight and wet and warm. His excited penis jerked inside of her, wanting to release a flood of semen into her quivering depths at that very second. But he would wait a while before that happened, he thought. Beneath him Nicolette let out a soft gasp of ecstasy as her neighbor's cock filled her with its thick bulk. She felt wild and began to wriggle her hips, screwing herself back toward him so that he would enter her still further. The young girl acted as though she wanted to devour him, as though she had not been fucked in weeks. Indeed, she felt as though she had not been touched in a long, long while, certainly not like this! Kent's hard-driving cock sped ever upward into the young wife's straining wet pussy, pushing back the trembling folds of her vaginal walls, massaging them internally with each steady thrust. He brought the glistening hardness of his penis all the way out of her clenching pussy, leaving just the tip of it within the elastic entrance of her nakedly quivering softness. And then with all his might he rammed back into her streaming passage, his naked loins grinding harshly against her upturned buttocks. On her hands and knees in front of the neighboring honeymooner, Nicolette crooned with delight, unabashedly enjoying the thorough fucking she was getting from behind. Soft wet noises emanated from the young bride's drenched pussy each time Kent fucked into her. They began to move in perfect time together, both gasping for breath as Kent thrust his throbbing hardness deep into the soft confines of her willingly widespread cunt, his nakedly dangling testicles slapping up against the undersides of her thighs. Kent began to grunt steady words of encouragement to her now, sensing that the excited wife was nearing orgasm. Beneath him he felt her moaning submissively, and reveled in the fact that he could make a perfect stranger give in to him. But he knew her type. He'd known girls like Nicolette before, and now he prided himself on his knowledge of women. She was the type who would frantically deny any thought of wrongdoing, but when it got down to the nitty gritty, she would be unable to resist the sensual delights of forbidden sex. While Kaitlin was busy inside, he'd stepped out on the terrace of the cabin for a smoke, and it was then that he'd seen Nicolette swimming in the pool. Somehow he knew that her late night swim was something of an open invitation for sex. She was ready for something, he figured, and it might as well be him! Hot little number, this one! he thought as he felt his sperm begging for release into the steaming pit of Nicolette's smoldering pussy. Every sinew of his muscular body tensed as he felt something snap inside him.

"This is it, baby!" he called urgently, his voice soft and gravelly with lust. He could not hold it back another second. His sperm exploded from his wildly tingling cock as a jolt of pleasure pierced through him, knife-like in its intensity. He could feel Nicolette's hotly raging pussy walls clinging desperately to his spewing penis as she arched backwards into his thrusting loins. As she tried to support herself with her hands and arms, the young wife did an odd jiggling motion against the forward thrust of her neighbor's pistoning penis. The wet waves of white semen that spurted fiercely against the tip of her womb filled the narrow chasm of her clasping pussy with steaming liquid as the 21-year old felt her own climax starting. The mounting excitement drove all thoughts from Nicolette's mind as a low-toned hum came from between her tightly clenched teeth. The desire- moistened folds of her sensitive pussy sent messages of extreme pleasure throughout her nakedly gyrating body. She was being shattered, torn apart by this man who had known just how to conquer her body in such a short time.

"OH... Oooooo, God!" she moaned, her quivering cunt hungrily engulfing Kent's spending cock as he continued to make deep thrusts into the wetness of her hairy cunt. Beneath him Nicolette's face was twisted into a lewd expression of joy as she let herself fall to the ground, letting Kent's strong fingers spread her naked asscheeks as he continued to draw her back to him. The cool of the grass caressed the young woman's tingling breasts as they were mashed downward by her weight.

"Ohhhhh! Rahm stop... don't stop!" she called. It was so good that she could hardly stand it, his big cock embedded deep within her aching pussy.

"Hot bitch! Hot pussy! Give it to me... give it to meeee!" Kent crooned behind her, fucking into her climax as his own rose to its highest peak of delirium and then abruptly fell. He collapsed heavily upon the young blonde wife, hearing her cry out beneath him as his full weight pressed down on her delicately built body. His deflating penis slid uncomfortably out of the compact tightness of her pliant cunt, and he groaned and rolled over on the grass.

Long moments later, Nicolette stirred. She felt less inebriated than before, and she felt regret now for what she had done. What had made her give in to him like that? She'd only been married a few days and yet she had not been able to resist the good-looking neighbor. It didn't seem right. But of course there was nothing she could do to undo what she'd done. She couldn't change the fact that she'd known such mindless delights with the sandy-haired man while her husband was nearby sleeping!

"I... I'd better be going now," she said sheepishly.

"So soon?" Kent lay quietly on his back, staring up at the stars. "The night is still young. Tell you what... I left my cigarettes up there on the terrace. Want to come up for a minute?"

"But... but your wife!" Nicolette replied.

"It's all right. Besides, I want to show you something interesting."

He took Nicolette by the hand and pulled her up. As if to persuade the young woman further he kissed her softly on the lips, creating a new arousal within her that sent shudders down her back.

"Come on," he urged.

Nicolette followed, glancing guiltily up at her cabin where her new husband was sleeping. Well, she'd just go and have a cigarette with Kent and then she'd go home to bed, she thought.

She'd picked up her panties and now she had Kent wait as she saw her bra floating at the side of the pool.

Chuckling softly, Kent reached in and retrieved the sheer garment. "You're not going to put it back on?" he asked.

"No... I'll just put my dress on, though," Nicolette said, feeling relieved that she'd remembered her bra and panties and that they would not be found respectively floating in the pool and crumpled by the bushes. She slipped on the short revealing dress and pulled the straps over her shoulders. Beneath, her nakedness made her feel all the more daring as she walked up to Kent's terrace with him.

Her head still swam a little from the rum as well as from the ardent lovemaking, and Nicolette walked quietly, breathing in the clean night air and trying to clear her muddled head.

The terrace contained the same furniture as her cabin next door, and Nicolette started to sit in one of the plastic lounge chairs when she paused. Kent was not looking for his cigarettes, but was going toward the window in which Nicolette had earlier seen a light. There was still a light inside and the shade was halfway up now as though someone had gone to bed and lifted it for nighttime ventilation. But Nicolette could see Kent's whole body alert and tensed. He was listening. Nicolette listened too. She could hear voices. Kent turned toward her and motioned for her to come closer. Confused and concerned, the new bride approached the window. There was a nylon screen on it and the light inside was quite dim. She looked up at Kent as if for some explanation of what was going on, but Kent was peering intently inside, a fixed expression that she could not fathom on his handsome features.

Nicolette moved still closer and looked in too. Before she really saw anything she heard a man's voice say, "Madre de dios que cono!"

The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation. "Yes, Manuel, like that. Oh, do me like that some more!"

Nicolette's eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the room and the distortion of the screen at the window and she felt her breath catch in her throat. There inside the room on the bed she could distinguish two naked embracing bodies, locked in the act of lovemaking. She blinked her eyes and opened them once more in disbelief. The woman was Kaitlin, Kent's wife, and she was in there with a Mexican! Nicolette recognized the man as one of the waiters at the resort. The new bride couldn't have been more shocked if she had seen a wild man-eating animal in there! As it was, she had to be supported by Kent's strong arm as she felt her knees weaken. She looked up at him, wide-eyed with incomprehension and a vague fear of something she didn't understand. Kent smiled at her and placed his finger to his lips.

"Shhh," he cautioned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Then he silently pointed back inside the room, and Nicolette found herself turning back to the incredible scene.

Kaitlin was lying on her back on the bed with her long legs raised high in the air and the dark-haired man had begun to slide down along her body until his head was between her open thighs.

Then she heard Kent's wife begin to murmur words of garbled passion, words that Nicolette found herself listening to as though they were somehow important to her understanding of the situation.

"Eat me out, lover. Yes, lick my clit! Oooooh, niceee!"

Nicolette couldn't believe it. Here she was standing with Kaitlin's husband, and he didn't even seem to care that his wife was in there making obscene love with one of the waiters at the hotel! A tightening sensation caught at the pit of her belly as Nicolette looked again to make sure she was seeing correctly. Perhaps her eyes weren't focusing. Perhaps she'd definitely had too much to drink. Her mind was playing tricks on her. But it was still the redheaded woman whom she knew to be Kent's new bride. Loud sucking noises began to come from the bed as Nicolette saw the Mexican's dark head begin a lewd wagging motion between Kaitlin's widespread thighs. It sounded just awful to Nicolette and she made a motion to step back from the window. There was something terribly... she searched for the word... immoral about the entire thing. She couldn't take any more of it. But Kent's arm around her waist was firm, and it held her back, even pulling her in toward him a bit.

"Softer, love. Suck a little softer!" Nicolette heard Kaitlin exclaim. The redheaded woman sounded as though she were out of her mind with pure unadulterated lust, and Nicolette felt a violent urge to run in there and stop them. But she tried to calm herself, to think clearly, if that was possible at a moment like this. After all, it wasn't her business. It was Kent's wife, and he didn't seem to mind a bit that his wife was indulging in the salacious activities with the waiter. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it!

The young wife had never seen two people making love before, and even though she had often imagined such things, there was a big difference between imagining and actually seeing with her own eyes! But her mind was slowly adjusting to the idea of it, and replacing the disquieting sensations she'd felt earlier, she now sensed an odd flickering quivering deep down between her legs.

Inside, the Mexican's head was moving fervently between Kaitlin's writhing legs and the wet sucking noises increased and seemed to reverberate inside her head. Perhaps one day someone would do that to her and she too would enjoy the bliss that Kent's wife was experiencing! The secret forbidden thought flitted through Nicolette's mind, and then she immediately submerged it.

"Mmmmmmmm!" the aroused redhead moaned, and at the sound Nicolette felt her nipples hardening against the soft material of her dress. She was very conscious now of her nakedness underneath the dress, and of the loving she had just received from Kaitlin's husband. Inside, the Mexican was working like an animal, slobbering over the widespread willingness of Kaitlin's cunt, and Nicolette stared, hypnotized by the lewd sight. The hard feel of Kent's hand at her waist and the touch of the small window pane beneath her fingers were the only things that kept her in contact with some kind of reality.

"Stick you finger in my ass, Manuel. I like that. Make it hurt. Yes, like that. Hard!... Oh yes, honey, Nnnnnnnnngh!"

The very idea was distasteful and disturbing to Nicolette, and she felt her mouth hot and dry as though she had no more saliva. Never before in her existence had she experienced such a repulsive scene, and yet there was something fascinating and exciting about it, too. Something that made her want to touch herself down there between her legs. Her breasts had begun to tingle with desire, too, as inside the room Kaitlin began to croon.

"Shit... I'm cuuuuuuuummmmminggg! Cuummmmingg!"

Nicolette squirmed a little, and felt Kent's hand drop down to her buttocks. He began to knead and pinch at the soft flesh there, bunching up her dress with his fingers as he did so. Suddenly an electricity-like jolt coursed through Nicolette as she felt Kent moving around behind her, his arms circling her waist now as he pressed his hard body against her. Even though she knew he had put his bathing trunks back on earlier, the hard outline of his penis was so defined against her asscheeks that she thought for a moment he was naked again. She was momentarily distracted from her vigil at the window, and she started to speak, but Kent's voice began to whisper in her ear.

"There, there," he cried softly, and the wetness of his tongue swirled within the confines of her ear, creating a blinding flash of desire behind her tightly pressed eyelids. "My wife's got an insatiable little pussy," he explained. "I'll bet yours is too. Bet you can't get enough from your old man to make it through the week!"

The strange, insulting words made Nicolette bristle with anger and resentment. How dare he talk to her like that! He thought he could say anything just because she had given in to him like that. Why had she allowed herself to do such a thing?

"Rahm get all huffy now," he whispered again. "We all know that fucking is fun, now don't we? You liked it enough a few minutes ago."

Nicolette could feel the hard knob of the tip of Kent's penis throb heatedly against the crevice of her buttocks.

"Look," Kent said, "They're really getting down to it now!"

Nicolette looked inside again. Wild thoughts were running through her mind. She wanted to get away from him, from the whole dirty scene, but something was holding her frozen there.

Inside the room, she could see in the dim light that the Mexican waiter was raised up and kneeling in front of Kaitlin's smoldering nakedness. Everything about the man was a picture of anticipation of what was to come as he gazed down at the beautiful naked woman's body.

"Kaitlin's about to get a good fuck! Almost as good as the one you just got!" Kent muttered into Nicolette's ear.

Tears came to the young wife's eyes as she realized that she had no one but herself to blame for being in this lewd position. But Kent's hands were slipping upward now, and then down inside the top of her dress to cup her nakedly throbbing breasts as she stared in at the two passionately intertwined people. Kent gave a quick little tweak to one nipple that sent a flash of pain through her that was quickly followed by a pleasurable sensation of relief. In spite of herself, the blonde 21-year old squirmed back against his hard virile penis. Inside the room Kaitlin's long white legs were wrapping themselves up and around the bronzed back of the Mexican waiter. The couple seemed still for an unusual amount of time, so long that Nicolette wondered what could be happening between them. Then Kent's red-haired wife wrapped her hands into the waiter's thick black hair, and Nicolette could see the muscles in the woman's arms standing out tight and strained as she pulled his handsome face forward with a sharp motion. Her hips began a slow hard grinding up against the waiter's loins as his long thin penis sank into the deep tightness of her clasping pussy. Nicolette could see the man's buttocks nakedly flexing as he moved with slow deliberate thrusts into the widespread feminine flesh beneath him.

"Oh God," Nicolette gasped softly.

Behind her Kent was making obscene thrusting motions of his own, rubbing his long penis against her trembling buttocks. His own eyes were glued to the lascivious sight of his wife inside the room. He smiled a little knowing smile as he watched his wife begin a familiar rocking motion, and he knew that she wanted the Mexican to change positions.

"Watch this!" he whispered as he lewdly massaged the new bride's soft warm breasts beneath her dress.

He felt the girl tremble and quiver back against him as inside the room his new wife got her message across to the Mexican, and the two of them rolled to the side of the bed. Then Kaitlin scrambled up on top of Manuel and straddled him, the round whiteness of her creamy buttocks poised directly over the hardness of the waiter's pulsing cock. She reached back underneath and between her spread legs to guide him into her, moving the bulbous tip of his penis against the moisture of her pussy for a moment and then with a groan, grinding herself down upon its upright shaft. Kent's eyes were filled with admiration for his wife as he saw the large throbbing cock slide slowly up into her wetly clasping cunt lips, making a wet sluicing sound as it entered. Nicolette whimpered at the sight and he held onto her breasts even tighter, considering cumming up against her buttocks like this with a few good strokes of his excited penis. But he thought better of it and decided to wait until later. Later it would be much more fun. Right now he didn't want to miss a second of his wife's performance. She's really in top form, he thought as he saw Kaitlin beginning a slow up and down motion with her smooth buttocks rising in the air above the waiter until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left just inside the warmth of her sleekly enclosing pussy. Then with a low rutting sound each time she started downward, she let herself drop heavily back down onto the Mexican's upthrust loins, impaling herself with one complete smooth motion. Nicolette shuddered, feeling a series of conflicting emotions running through her as Kent spoke once more in her ear.

"Want to go inside and join them?" he asked in a silken whisper. "That Mexican looks pretty good. Wouldn't you like to feel that prick up inside your tight little cunt? We could both fuck you, first him and then me. And maybe both of us together! Kaitlin digs blondes too, you know. You girls could have yourselves a ball!"

An electrifying shock rippled along the naked flesh of her breasts and belly at the thought. She had heard of such things, but never expected that she would ever meet any people like this. Sure, she had had plenty of boyfriends but none of them had ever suggested anything like this.

"Oh no... I couldn't possibly... I...."

But in spite of the shock that she felt, the pretty young wife couldn't help wondering what it would be like. An orgy! That was what they called it. The excited young woman realized that whenever she had heard the word before, she had been filled with a sense of hidden, forbidden excitement.

Kent's lips sought hers as he pulled her still closer to his hardness. Her neck straining back unnaturally, she gave herself up to the kiss which she felt was another form of the question or rather the suggestion that Kent had just made to her.

"See how well he fucks my wife?" he breathed into her open mouth.

"Y... yes," she mumbled back. Yes, she saw.

His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth, causing Nicolette's body to squirm against him in an irresistible wriggle of passion.

The idea was shocking, but exciting. Yet she felt she could never, never do it!

"Come on. Let's surprise them. Kaitlin'll love it!" Kent urged.

"Nnno, we can't. No!" she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth, trying to whisper in as low a voice as possible. She tried to break the kiss, but he held her mouth with his until she was lost in a helpless whirl of desire. She didn't dare struggle too much for fear of the other couple hearing, and then she felt she might involuntarily be drawn into the obscene activities. Still, the thought of Rahm peacefully sleeping nearby in the adjoining cabin made her feel resentful of her new husband. She wouldn't have gotten into any of this if he hadn't gone to sleep! The very idea of Rahm so nearby while she peered in at Kent's wife making lewd love with a Mexican waiter was too much for her tortured mind. She tried to gasp for breath, her eyes tightly shut as though to block everything out, to make it go away. But Kent's fingers playing insistently with her breasts and the hardness of his lust-swollen cock thrusting up between the mounds of her buttocks brought soft moans of excitement from her throat.

"You'll love it. You're just the type for it!" Kent muttered, and Nicolette was filled with a loathing for the man. To suggest that she was anything but a normal young American girl... a woman now, for she was already married, was extremely distasteful to Nicolette. Even though she realized that she was in a compromising situation, it still seemed that she could somehow justify it to the invisible gods that be.

"I wouldn't! Rahm say such things!" she protested. But the lewd delicious feelings still rippled across the surfaces of her breasts.

"Kaitlin will just love bringing you out, too!" Kent continued, and he chuckled softly as his hand moved from her breast to slide down the front of her dress. Then she felt him beginning to bunch up the material so that his fingers came into hot searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh beneath the dress.

"Bet you'll never be happy with doing it with just one person again!" Kent's low voice seemed to burn itself into her consciousness.

Then a thrill of desire spread across the flesh of her loins as she felt his finger slowly slipping upward to find the narrow sensitive slit of her seeping pussy. Gently he thrust into it, parting the soft hairs that covered it and making sudden exciting contact with the pulsating tip of her clit. She was wet and slippery down there from the fucking he'd given her before, and her new excitation had only created a veritable flood of warm moisture between her thighs. The 21-year old bride sucked in her breath tightly and held back the groan of pleasure that she wanted to emit. She found that her hips began to squirm in involuntary rhythm to his finger slipping within the heated folds of her hairy pussy.

"Open up a little wider. Let me get in," Kent commanded.

It was then that Nicolette felt something like a dam bursting inside her. She could no longer fight the raging desire that Kent's finger was creating in her palpitating cunt, and that coupled with the thoroughly obscene sight of his wife and the waiter combined to set her entire being afire with a lustful rage. Lewdly, the young blonde spread her legs wide for his rummaging fingers, executing an indecent motion with her hips that signaled impatiently to him that she wanted more. Obligingly, she felt her neighbor's fingers increasing their wet slippery tempo within the folds of her seething cunt, and then two fingers wormed their way into the tight ring of her pussy, rising upward into the clasping channel to torment her still further. Then something happened that created an intense alarm within her, but which finally only served to add to her already considerable arousal. Kent got down on his knees in front of her between her parted legs, and while she continued to watch the sensual activities between his wife and another man, he wormed and thrust two and then three fingers into the widening orifice of her streaming pussy! Never had she felt anything like it. He was down there on the floor of the terrace, under her skirt, his lips nibbling at the insides of her thighs while his fingers writhed upward against her clinging cuntal walls. The blonde girl felt overwhelmed by sheer, raw lust as she stood with her long legs spread as wide apart as possible, her own fingers grasping the edge of the window as she peered in and Kent's fingers plundered her secret sex. The fact that he was down in front of her, invisible to her, made it all the more disturbing, for it was as if an anonymous hand were touching her there, making her feel like she was melting inside! The disturbed wife opened her eyes once more and saw that inside the room Kaitlin was riding the waiter's glistening cock with a mad fervor. Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches above the prone Mexican and then she would plunge herself downward trying to absorb the entirety of his upward thrusting penis. Her beautiful flexing buttocks began a frenzied attack that made it seem as though the Mexican couldn't possibly last much longer. But still he held out, and Nicolette couldn't help thinking about how nice it would be to feel that rising staff of flesh high up inside her. She couldn't stop a fleeting feeling of jealousy toward Kent's wife who was driving the Mexican waiter wild. After all, couldn't she make him respond even more? Nicolette listened as the redheaded woman inside the room began to mouth obscenities at the waiter while she squirmed lewdly in the throes of passion above him. The dirty words made her feel that exciting tingle again; God, it was exciting! The blonde wife began to watch with complete absorption as the waiter's hand curled beneath the redhead's pumping buttocks and the tip of his index finger circled teasingly the puckered opening of her ass. Nicolette remembered that Kent's wife had said she liked to be touched there, and evidently the Mexican remembered it too, for he played there for a long while, titillating the entire area between Kaitlin's asscheeks, until suddenly his middle finger slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared inside. Kaitlin ground down upon it and the Mexican's hand disappeared as the excited redhead sat on it, wriggling back and forth, her legs kicking out, toes curling with pleasure as she felt it rising into her clenching ass while the waiter's sturdy cock throbbed high against her womb.

"Oh God, oh God!" Kaitlin cried, shaking her head wildly in counter tempo to the writhing of her hips. "Oh Christ, you fucker!"

Now, suddenly, Kent's wife and the waiter started rolling over again, and for several jerking strokes they were gyrating against each other as they lay upon their sides. Then the bronze- skinned Mexican let the long length of his cock slip from the redhead's flaring pussy and he scrambled on top of her, reaching up and thrusting her legs high over her head so that the entire surface of her spread pussy and asscheeks was presented to him. Then he lunged forward with a Spanish curse and began to hammer into the soft giving cunt before him.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh! You Mexican cocksucker! You sure can fuck!" Kaitlin cried, spurring him on.

Nicolette through her own haze of desire saw the Mexican, Manuel, quicken his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as Kaitlin thrashed her body beneath him. She was ready to cum, and he grunted and groaned, grinding hard and deep so that his frenzied penis bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of the red- haired wife's womb. He was watching as the woman's breasts heaved and quivered below him and then suddenly he shuddered against her.

"AAAaaaaaaaaah!" he gasped, pulling back and then surging quickly further forward. Kaitlin shivered beneath him.

"Cream into me. Cream into my cum!" she grunted lewdly.

Then the Mexican felt the woman's burning hot pussy flowering open around his climaxing cock and warm gushes of increased wetness met the spurting jets of his pistoning cock. He thrust faster, wanting the "gringa" to remember this moment for the rest of her life. He felt her jerk up toward him as the lips of her working cunt sucked at his straining penis until he felt milked completely dry. Below him her breath came in short desperate gasps as he thrust in deep again and then fell forward onto her nakedly vibrating body.

"Oooh lover... You're good! Verrrry goood!" Kaitlin purred, contentedly.

Outside the bedroom at the window, Nicolette's thighs began to spasmodically open and close against the sides of Kent's head. His tongue had slipped out to lick at her throbbing clit while his fingers continued their thrusting motions into her defenselessly aroused pussy. She knew she was on the brink and she wanted to stop it, knowing she would make far too much noise. But her climax came anyway as Kent gave an extra flick of his tongue and moved his fingers sideways within the tightly clasping channel of the new bride's twitching cunt. Her blonde head snapped backward as the cords in her neck stood out. Nicolette's face contorted as a low guttural scream rumbled deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp of fulfillment.

She couldn't help herself. "AAaaaaaaah... Ooooooo...!" The young blonde felt that she had come close to fainting as the overpowering climax took hold of her, and as she felt Kent's fingers leaving her moist spasming pussy, she wanted to cry out to him, "More! More!" but as she opened her eyes halfway she saw that the people in the room, Kent's wife and the Mexican, were looking curiously toward the window. They had heard!

Kent stood next to her, holding her around the waist, his face wet from the moisture of her hungry pussy, a brilliant smile illuminating his features.

"Let's go in," he said. And somehow Nicolette knew that she was going to do it. That she wanted to do it. A glance into the room told her that Kaitlin was heading toward the door while the Mexican waited on the bed.

It was then that Rahm's voice startled her.

"Nicolette... are you out there? Are you all right?"

A look of abject fear on her face, Nicolette jumped away from Kent and started toward her cabin, running down the steps and heading for the short flight of her own house. Kent looked after her and shrugged. Looking down, he picked up the wet panties and bra that had long since been forgotten, and handed them to his wife just as she opened the door to see what was going on.

"Here," he said, "This is for our collection!"

Kaitlin handled the flimsy undergarments and beckoned with her head. "Come on in and tell us all about it. You'll like Manuel; he's our kind of people!" she said, smiling.



"Does your toe still hurt, darling?" It was morning and Rahm looked over at his wife with concern. He never should have gone to sleep on her like that. She'd looked all upset when she came in from her walk outside. He should have known Nicolette wanted him to stay awake at least a little longer after their night on the town.

As Nicolette muttered sleepily beside him, Rahm was glad that he had awakened when he heard her cry. She had stubbed her toe, walking out there in the dark all by herself, and Rahm felt that it was somehow all his fault.

He looked at his wife's sleeping features with a mixture of pride and concern. What a lucky man he was, he thought once more.

By the time Nicolette awoke it was long past noon, and Rahm had been up and about for some time.

"Guess what, darling?" he said as she brushed her long golden hair before the mirror.

"What?" she asked, cautiously.

"We're going to have the pool all to ourselves for a while. Our neighbors checked out this morning."

"They never used it when we did anyway," Nicolette replied softly, reflectively.

"Yes, I know, but it makes me feel more alone with you with them gone. I hope nobody else checks in!"

"You're right, love," Nicolette said, suddenly smiling. The best thing to do, she decided, was simply to forget about the whole thing. Nothing like that would certainly ever happen again!


Nicolette waved as the Volvo rolled down the driveway, turned into the road and sped off toward the city. Stifling an irrepressible yawn the sultry blonde turned to go back into the house. Her soft negligee hid very little of her curvaceous figure as she moved lazily through the living room. The remnants of the breakfast that her husband had fixed for himself remained in the kitchen, but Nicolette didn't feel she could face straightening up. It was much too early. All she really wanted to do was to go back to bed, and this was exactly what she intended. Besides that afternoon the first of a series of interviews with prospective maids was to begin. No sense cleaning anything now! the new Mrs. Martz thought to herself as she swept into the master bedroom. It was a beautifully decorated room. Nicolette had requested that Rahm have the whole room done by an interior decorator from Saks, and she could be sure that everything was in the best possible taste. The matching lamps, the landscape over the bed, the soft chiffon curtains. All were just perfect, Nicolette thought once more as she sank into the soft mattress and pulled the silk sheets over her equally soft-skinned nakedness. She hated wearing anything at all to sleep after having read that most movie stars slept without the benefit of nightgowns or pajamas. Gone were the dormitory days when all the girls wore short nightshirts. Nicolette was a married woman now, a woman who would never have to worry again about anything. The low hum of the FM radio added to the feeling of absolute peace and luxury that the new bride felt now as she snuggled nakedly beneath the covers, feeling sleep returning to her with its soft hazy touch. Contrary to her mother's opinion, Nicolette had made it. She could truly say that she had succeeded. It was still fun to recall her mother's words, and they came to her now as she prepared for her first dream. "You'll never amount to anything Nicolette Peters! You're much too selfish! Lord knows you didn't get it from my side of the family!"

"Ha!" Nicolette mused, sleepily. "Wait until she sees me drive up in the new car Rahm is getting me next week!"

The two-week honeymoon in St. Tropez had been the most sumptuous experience of her young life, sunning by the private pool of the hotel, swimming after dark in the scented heated water, drinking exotic drinks out of pineapple and coconut shells; not to mention that brief, disturbing affair with Kent. She'd wanted it to go on forever, but of course it had to end, and now the young bride had been in her new home for a week; during which time she had already made many changes.



As their stepmother was dropping off to blissful sleep two other members of the household were discussing some of these very changes.

"Crichton!" said Devin, "Who does she think she is anyway, Princess Catherine?"

They were sitting in the living room onto which all the bedrooms gave, the master-bedroom, their own shared room, and the empty guest room. As they watched their stepmother's door carefully they continued speaking to each other in the annoyed tones they had come to use when talking about their father's new wife.

"Princess Catherine's a pretty neat babe," said Kevin. "She rides horses at least, old Nicolette wouldn't know which side was which if she saw one!"

Devin doubled over with laughter at his brother's words and then stopped abruptly. "Hey, you don't think anything's gone wrong, do you?"

"Naw! You put it in yourself. You never slip up on things like that!"

"But Sammy could have crawled out before she got back in!" Devin said, a worried expression creasing his boyish features.

"Have you ever known Sammy to hurry out of a nice warm bed? Warmed by none other than our luscious stepmother's body?"

"You're right!" Devin admitted. "Nothing could have possibly gone wrong!"

Still it was another few moments of unbearable tension before the boys were relieved and thrilled to hear a piercing shriek coming from their stepmother's room.

"OH MY GOD WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT? OH HELP, HELP!"

On cue, Devin and Kevin jumped up from the sofa and dashed into their new mother's room, where they were overjoyed to find her stark naked, frantically flailing at the bed with a pillow. When she saw the boys the young blonde tried to cover herself with a sheet, for the boys were standing in absolute awe of the magnificence of her bouncing quivering 34G-cup breasts, as well as the other creamy parts of her uncovered nakedness.

"YOU... YOU...!" she sputtered. "YOU DID THIS. I... I'LL TELL YOUR FATHER! RAHM THINK YOU'RE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!"

There beneath the uncovered sheets lay Sammy. Devin rushed forward to rescue the turtle from his stepmother's pillow, and together the two boys backed out of the room, followed by the new Mrs. Martz's shrieks of rage.

Once safely out of the room Devin called back in. "It's not our fault if Sammy likes warm beds. We didn't do anything, Nicolette!"

There was continued sputtering and screaming from the bedroom as the boys ran outside, doubled over with laughter, and very much impressed with the amount of alarm they had managed to inspire in their stepmother.

"At least it got her out of bed!" Kevin said, as Devin released Sammy into the garden. "Did you see how dirty he got those silk sheets?" Kevin asked. "Yeah, but did you see her tits?" Devin replied.

"Yeah..." Kevin said reflectively, "Yeah, I sure did!"

It made them both feel a little bit the way they had when they'd spied on their father and Nicolette the day before the wedding. That same unsettling tingling feeling all over which nevertheless centered itself in the area of the twins' young loins. By mutual agreement, both boys headed for the wooded area behind the garden, and there they plunged into the thick undergrowth until they found the special place they'd cleared out for themselves. It was a place where no one could ever find them, and where the 13 year olds could be sure of being absolutely hidden. Devin fished in his pocket and brought out a small book. "Look what I got!" he said holding it up for Kevin to see. "Found it in her night table drawer this morning when I put Sammy in the bed... way back behind her birth-control pills and underneath some creepy love magazine!"

"Whew!" Kevin whistled appreciatively, for obviously the little book was important, very important indeed. The cover itself was interesting enough, for it portrayed a naked man and woman in a torrid embrace and behind them an unmade bed, seemingly waiting for them to fall into it. Excitedly the boys sat down on the soft pine-covered ground and turned the first pages of the book.

"Sally clasped her red tipped fingers lovingly around Anderson's hard pulsating cock. Anderson could feel the tension in the unknown woman's fingers as she began to slide them slowly up and down the heated length of his desire-hardened penis.

"You can have as much of this big cock as you want, baby," he said, gritting his teeth as the pleasure swelled within him.

"CHRIST!" Kevin exclaimed, and taking the lead from his brother he quickly released his already stiff young cock from his shorts, exposing it to the soft summer breeze around them.

"SHIT!" said Devin, "Nicolette reads this stuff! She must be some kind of nympho or something!"

"She's something, all right!"

The trees and bushes rustled softly around them as the two brothers continued to read aloud from the boldly descriptive novel they'd discovered in their stepmother's night table. It was not difficult to imagine their beautiful young stepmother in the part of Sally in the novel, and doing so added considerably to the not quite solitary pleasures that their nimble fingers brought to the aching shafts of their inexperienced young cocks. The morning passed pleasurably for the twins and by the time they were ready to leave their secret place they had devised yet another way to torment their father's new bride. This one, they were certain, would be even more pleasurable than the last.



At long last, Nicolette felt less jittery than she had all day long. It was nearing four p.m. and soon Rahm would be home and she wouldn't be alone in the house. It got rather boring just being there without any real company and the presence of the twins only made her a nervous wreck. Today's little joke with the turtle was not the first thing they'd done to her, and she was certain it wouldn't be the last. The blonde was smart enough to know however that the boys would be able to convince their father that once more it was just an unfortunate accident. As she poured just a tiny bit more bubble bath into the filling tub, Nicolette reminded herself that she had only the summer to contend with as far as the children were concerned, and then she'd make sure they'd be going off to school. The very thought was comforting, and Nicolette sighed as she listened to the soothing sound of the water which created foaming mountains of bubbles. In a few moments she would sink luxuriously into them and think about all the reasons she had for being happy. She would be fresh and shining, perfumed and glamorous for Rahm when he returned and she wouldn't be adverse to a little lovemaking before dinner either! In fact, Nicolette decided as the foam rose over her nakedly gleaming body and the warm water caressed her secret feminine parts, that was exactly what she needed. Something kinky and exciting, she mused lazily, as the young bride ran the soft sponge over her silken surfaces. Soft tendrils of blonde hair curled at the nape of her neck and the bulk of her golden curls was piled on top of her head, away from the water. A smile played about her lips as Nicolette thought about lovemaking. Rahm was not as good as her old boyfriend, not by a long shot, but he was coming along. He'd be okay. Just thinking about Terry though made Nicolette want to put her fingers down to the moist split between her well-shaped thighs. The things that boy could do to drive her wild! The hot water seeped into the tiny crevices of the beautiful blonde's hairy pussy, making her shiver with delight as her finger plied within the temptingly spread folds.

"Mmmmmm..." she moaned, slipping down just a little more so that her long legs spread outward and her thighs parted beneath the water in the large sunken tub. She began to think of all sorts of erotic things, images from the books of which she was so fond formed in her mind as her finger moved rapidly and persistently between the heated folds of her tender open-mouthed cunt. She remembered the time her mother's roomer had invited her into his room, how old had she been 12-13 maybe? And she had gone willingly, and loved every exciting minute of it. Every detail of the darkened room was clear in the new wife's memory as her finger moved in slippery, sliding motions beneath the water.

The darkened room had seemed an exciting and adventurous place to the much younger Nicolette; and now, her nakedly quivering body almost covered by the warm tub water, the new bride seemed to still be able to feel the roomer's hands all over her in the darkness, slipping under her dress and sliding down inside her panties, touching the precious tight softness of her young virgin pussy, while the large swollen mass of his excited cock pressed urgently against her belly.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, recalling how she had called out his name, "Mr. Jurgen!" but his sturdy finger had already begun worming its way slowly up into the sticky moisture of her warmly seeping cunt, feeling the minuscule opening throbbing and quivering around it even as he looked her square in the face.

"You like it, don't you?" he'd asked, panting. "You like it!"

She had pressed her quivering lips willingly against the roomer's as she felt the marvelous mushrooming sensation of pleasure build within her young inexperienced body.

"God!" Mr. Jurgen had moaned. But that was the last thing he said for his finger had begun to move again, ever so slightly tickling and slipping into the tiny pink opening of her adolescent pussy, and she found herself eagerly spreading her lithe young legs, wanting to feel the excitedly searching tip of it higher and higher in her hairy cunt.

Nicolette could still feel the way she'd melted all around the strange man's middle finger, her mouth clinging wetly and heatedly to his, her legs trembling with the unprecedented excitement she was feeling. An erotic bliss was spreading inside her tenderly budding young body and she was eagerly rushing to meet it, wanting it to take hold of her, wanting her mother's roomer to continue giving her this marvelous feeling. His finger created a chilling sensation there up in the moistly trembling wetness between her legs and the young girl shuddered, frightened and yet too overwhelmed to stop what was happening. The fact that she had been in her own house, with her mother bustling about downstairs busy with the housework, both scared and thrilled her. Then, when breathing heavily, they both slipped to the floor, little mewls of involuntary delight escaped Nicolette's lips as the cool hardwood floor touched her naked legs and the forbidden nature of what she was experiencing brought more and more pleasure to the unexpected meeting in the roomer's bedroom. How masterfully he had held her lips tightly with his own, and she had smelled tobacco and whiskey as his tongue pressed forward into her mouth, his loins beginning an urgent back and forth motion against hers. They were lying on their sides, the roomer and the young girl of the house, and Nicolette could hardly catch her breath as she felt Mr. Jurgen's insistent mouth covering hers, forcing her to accept the tip of his hungrily searching tongue deep into the hidden recesses of her mouth and throat. But it felt good... It made her unable to think of anything else but the wondrous mounting tension in the heretofore unexplored wetness of her sensitively pulsing little pussy. The roomer's finger made more and more headway, forcing little ripples of softly yielding vaginal flesh ahead of it as it entered the young girl's willingly receiving cunt. Nicolette's pleasure tormented young body was beginning to writhe and squirm around his lewdly impaling finger with an unfamiliar longing, a desire that made her want something more to happen, something she dared not imagine! Gone were all thoughts of her mother's rages, of the English test at school, of the new dress for the party that she could not buy. She was immediately removed from the petty pace of her surroundings, and even then, Nicolette knew that she would not be able to continue living without the miraculous feelings, feelings to which she had willingly succumbed. The aroused older man ground his finger higher and higher into the sweet virginal young flesh up between Nicolette's open thighs.

"Oh, baby!" he groaned into her mouth. "OH GOOD GOD, you feel good down there. I can't stop... I just can't stop!" His hardened virile cock was growing larger and larger, expanding with each further thrust of his finger up into the little girl's tightly clenching pussy. He wanted to release it from the tightness of his pants, wanted to feel it plunging deep inside the sweet, untried pussy of the landlady's daughter, the landlady's little girl.

She wanted it, he knew that much. But would it fit? Or would she scream and make too much noise? His throbbing cock was just about to go... he was going to explode any second. OH! GOD! HE HAD TO CUM SOON OR DIE! Nicolette's tight little cunt was driving him wild and the raspberry taste of her mouth was incredible! Reaching down between them, quickly and nervously, Jurgen unzipped his pants, releasing the swollen mass of his desire-hardened cock. With a gasp, the older man quickly rolled the landlady's daughter over, lying full on top of her slight form, but breaking most of his weight with one hand while the other continued its damp plunder, moving ever upward into the now well-lubricated virgin passage of Nicolette's nakedly yielding young cunt.

"OOOOOOH!" Nicolette cried, throwing her head back as she felt the naked hotness of the older man's excitedly pulsating cock pressing up against her flat belly. Her panties had long since been relegated to a strip of torn and flimsy material that left her young loins exposed to the roomer's lust.

Nicolette raised her arms up and was about to try to push him away when the wonderful sensation suddenly became more acute in her tiny, tightly clasping pussy. Above her the roomer began to move with a quick, hard jerking motion against her stomach with the hardness of his stiffened penis, and Nicolette had a feeling as if she were drowning as the mounting desire coursed through her nymph-like body. She groaned softly and squirmed helplessly beneath the man's heavy weight. "OOOOoooooh!"

Heat was rising from her limply spread thighs as her baby- like clit, a tiny little hardened bud of flesh was now constantly pressured by the friction of the older man's sensuously writhing body on top of hers. A sudden unknown feeling of ecstasy invaded her, as wild, incoherent thoughts went flashing through the young girl's brain and a fantastically rising feeling increased moment by moment.

"OH MR. JURGEN, MR. JURGEN, FINGER ME FASTER SOMETHING IS HAPPENING... SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!!!"

"OH SHIT, KID! I'M CUMMING TOO... I'M CUMMING TOO!!!" the roomer replied. The white, hot sperm was racing along inside his swollen cock, welling up, ready to spurt out and now here it was slipping from his lustfully throbbing penis, flooding the softness of the young girl's smooth belly with the force of a firehose, and he could feel her wetly exploding little cunt clasping and unclasping all around his middle finger with a frantic rhythm that told him that she was cumming too! If he could just get up the rent for another week, by Christ he'd fuck the shit out of her next time! What a feeling!



Nicolette lay sprawled in the deep, sunken bathtub. Her legs spread wide in the lewd posture of intercourse. Between her thighs her fingers moved swiftly and certainly. She had to assuage the fire that seemed suddenly about to overwhelm her... coming from her own loins as she relived that strange and exciting day. It was a meeting that had never had a sequel, for the roomer had been forced to move on by her mother when his rent was due and he was unable to pay it. But she had never forgotten her first experience, and her mind often returned to it in moments of stress. Higher and higher Nicolette pressed her fingers up into her nakedly exposed pussy as with tightly closed eyes she pursued her solitary pleasure, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up inside her already desire-drenched passageway, filling her with a longing for completion. The young blonde wife could distinctly remember that first desperately wanted orgasm, and mindlessly she sought to recreate it now. It felt undeniably wicked to be doing this to herself in the tub, almost as wicked as that first time so many years ago, almost as wicked as subsequent encounters with boys, and later on with men. It felt so delicious, and soon it would be over and she would feel so much better. Nicolette couldn't tell now if it was the memory of that first experience or her own furiously rotating fingers that was driving her crazy as the excited 21-year old began a steadily rhythmic fucking motion up into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverish throbbing pussy. The water splashed up and over the edge of the tub with each thrust the blonde girl made. "OH!" Nicolette sighed, "OOOOOOHHHHH, it's goooood!"

A bubbling sensation was building hotly within her nakedly exposed belly beneath the warm tub water. It was spreading quickly and sending thrilling shivers of delight coursing through every vein in her lithe, young body. Nicolette moaned sensually as she bit down hard on her lower lip, enjoying the self-violation of her own soft slippery pussy's tightly swollen orifice as she let the joy mount freely. It felt so wet and warm and like the roomer's fingers, so hot and real! With shattering certainty she had given up a depth of emotion to a perfect stranger, a transient roomer, and now, her face was flushed and crimson with desire, a full-grown beautiful new wife, Nicolette sobbed as her orgasm swept through her nakedly quivering flesh.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH... YEEESSSSS!" she cried, flinging her blonde head back against the rubber tub pillow as her hair escaped its hair pins and cascaded in golden curls to her shoulders.

"OOOOOH MR. JURGEN... MR. JURGEN!!" Over and over, she wailed out the roomer's name, shamelessly reliving her first wildly arousing sexual experience. A curious elation rolled from her widespread pussy to the puffy tips of her nipples as her quivering legs grew taut and wave after wave of warm rushing water carrying a careening orgasm suddenly washed over her. The new wife rode the crest of each wave, fearlessly, thankfully.

"OH YES, YES," she echoed. "OOOOH MR. JURGEN!"

It was already supper time and their father had been home for some time when the boys reeled back the long wire and pulled the small microphone out of the bathroom through the air-duct which led outside. When in the sanctuary of their room after dinner they played the tape back on their cassette recorder, they were both pleasantly surprised, elated in fact, to learn that it did not contain the embarrassing sounds of their new stepmother that they had expected. The sounds they were getting were of quite a different nature from those they'd expected, but they knew that hearing them would prove far more embarrassing to their father's new wife than any others their microphone might have picked up!


It was almost two weeks later when Nicolette lay in bed and sleepily watched as Rahm blew her a kiss and closed the bedroom door behind him. He was leaving for work. She never bothered to get up anymore, since when she'd complained, her understanding husband told her that he could perfectly well fix his breakfast himself as he had for so many years. He was concerned about the effect that his sons were having on Nicolette's nerves, and encouraged her in her own desire to rest as much as possible. The housekeeper came in every morning and took care of whatever cleaning had to be done, so Nicolette felt completely justified in staying in bed until almost noon every day. Life should have been beautiful for the attractive blonde, but in fact it wasn't. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but Rahm just wasn't satisfying her. She thought about it now as she lay with her eyes closed in the softly darkened room. It wasn't that Rahm wasn't willing, but sometimes he was so tired that he came right away, and certainly at his best he usually failed to continue the strenuous lovemaking that Nicolette wanted. Five minutes, maybe ten and it was all over, and what was more, she'd been unsuccessful in her attempts to add spicy little things to her new husband's repertoire. Kooky things like her old boyfriends used to do to send her up the wall.

"I miss that!" she whispered softly to herself, moving her sensuously naked legs slowly back and forth beneath the covers. "I could even put up with those two brats, I bet, if I had the right kind of loving!"

Even though she had promised herself not to think about it, Nicolette's thoughts returned to the cute magazine salesman who'd stopped by the day before. He'd had a cup of coffee, and from the way he looked at her and the things he said, the young wife knew that he wanted more than to sell her a subscription. She'd told him to return later in the week after she'd asked her husband. As a matter of fact Nicolette had mentioned it to Rahm, and even though he'd gagged at the price, he'd told her that of course she could subscribe to any of the magazines she liked. As she turned over in bed, Nicolette realized that she wanted the salesman to return. Anything to break the monotony of the day, to talk a little, flirt a little. What was the harm? If the young man did in fact return that afternoon, it would be perfect, for Nicolette knew that her stepsons were due to go on a scouting picnic in the woods. She'd have the house to herself, free from their spying and prying. Nicolette reached out, letting her hand slip into the bottom of the dresser drawer. There she pulled out a new book she'd picked up in San Francisco the other day. It looked very, very interesting; and the young bride was in the mood for something that would take her mind off her own problems. She flicked the light switch on and began to turn the pages slowly, so that she would miss nothing of the lewd contents of the book.

"Toby felt his own cock swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched Sinead O'Hara's licentious performance before the hotly flushed greedy faces of her half-drunk, lust-aroused audience that seemed to be shifting nervously with overwhelming excitement. Hell, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to wait until the beautiful brunette finished her last show! He'd have to find something else and fast!"

Nicolette snuggled down to continue reading and the time passed faster than she thought. She'd heard the vague, indistinct noise of the twins as they made their breakfast, and then a car had pulled up and she'd heard them shouting something and slamming the door as they ran out. With a sigh of relief she'd gone back to her thrilling story. Now, suddenly there was the ring of the front doorbell, and a quick glance at the clock told her that it was already 2p. The housekeeper would have come and gone, the boys were off. The person at the door was more than likely her magazine salesman! Nicolette quickly jumped out of the messed bed and tossed a light-weight jersey peignoir over her flushed naked body. It covered her curvaceous form completely, but as she could see in the mirror before she ran out of the bedroom, it outlined her body to such perfection that it might as well be transparent.

Nicolette shrugged. "Can I help it if I have a good figure?" she asked herself, rhetorically, for she was already opening the door eagerly, while giving her hair a last pat in place.

"Mrs. Martz! My, you're looking lovely this afternoon!"

"Why... why thank you." Nicolette blushed convincingly. It was nice to be told nice things.

"May I come in? I'm here to offer you the tremendous deal I offered you the other day. You can't go wrong... and I'm sure if you discussed it with your husband he agreed..."

"Yes, yes... come in." Nicolette led the way, aware of the salesman's eyes on her moving, swaying hips as they entered the living room.

"In this deal there are hunting magazines and Popular Mechanics for him, the latest in ladies' magazines for you, and if you have children... I saw two boys playing outside the other day... well we've got some great magazines for them, too!"

"Oh, they're not mine! I mean those are my husband's boys. Listen you don't have to convince me anymore." She was still sitting down across from the young dark-haired man on the sofa, while he poised on the edge of a chair.

"I like all those magazines, even the hunting and fishing kind." The new Mrs. Martz smiled winningly. "Would you like coffee, a drink?"

"I'll take whatever you're having," the young man replied.

Nicolette went into the kitchen, it was spotless, except for a note which the boys had left her, which Nicolette threw into the trash.

"Dear Mom... gone to the picnic. We know you'll miss us, but we'll be sure to be home for another of your delicious meals! Love, Devin and Kevin."

Burning the frozen TV dinners could happen to anyone, Nicolette reminded herself and then put the whole thing out of her mind. She'd make them drinks. There was some Whiskey Sour mix in the bottle in the cupboard. Humming a little to herself she added the whiskey and in a short while returned to the living room where the salesman was now standing and admiring a painting on the wall. He turned to take the drink from her, and Nicolette realized that he was even cuter than she'd remembered. Was it an accident that his hand brushed the tip of her breast as he removed the glass from the tray? A delicious shiver of excitement coursed through the bored housewife as she returned to the sofa and placed her glass on the cocktail table.

"You must get around quite a bit with a job like this," she began, picking up her glass again to sip daintily from it.

"I guess you could say so, Mrs. Martz. May I sit here?"

Nicolette moved slightly making room on the sofa for the young man to sit beside her. The Whiskey Sour tasted really good considering she'd had no breakfast at all, and the scent of the salesman's cologne was a pleasant limy one which she found quite agreeable. The second tray came equipped with a pitcher and this time, as they sat down, Nicolette knew that it was no accident that Leon, that was his name, let his fingers linger a long while over her hand before he let go.

"Are you a model?" he asked. "You're so beautiful!"

"No... no..." Nicolette laughed. "Once a friend was going to get me started but I decided against it." She did not move her hand now when he began to examine her rings.

"Lucky guy, your husband. Married long?"

"He's real sweet," she replied. "No, not too!"

Just how far do I want to go, the young wife of a few weeks was asking herself. It doesn't seem right, but it's so nice, and he is a doll. Who would know? No, no, I couldn't. But maybe a kiss or two and then I'll throw him out! His face was nearing hers. All through her the raging fire was burning, wanting, wanting to let him kiss her. She moved her hand just the slightest bit. Enough to let him know it was all right to kiss her. But when he did she giggled and pulled away.

"Hey, doll, come on," he said softly. "Who's going to know? Nobody's home is there?"

"No... no, it's not that. It's just that I can't. Why I hardly know you." Nervously, Nicolette sipped her drink, finishing off the glass once more.

"It'll give you a chance to get to know me. I guarantee you'll like me just as much as I like you!" His voice was soothing, convincing. His words were almost her thoughts exactly. Yet she couldn't give into him just like that, and she wasn't sure that she would give in at all.

"I think you'd better leave," she said, suddenly, decisively. Tossing her blonde hair back, the young 21-year old wife stood up. "I'll just take these things into the kitchen," she announced in a matter of fact, no nonsense tone.

Nicolette started toward the kitchen without turning around and once there at the sink she began to rinse the whiskey sour glasses. Something that she wouldn't ordinarily think to do, but which now would give her time to think. But before she could think of anything he was behind her, tall and strong, his arms enfolding her from behind, circling her waist as the hard column of his penis insinuated itself between the soft mounds of her buttocks through her jersey peignoir.

"OH!" she said, but the magical thrills were too much for her as the bold salesman's fingers searched the opening of her gown and moved inside touching the smooth, white flesh of her slender waist. Nicolette felt her knees momentarily buckle. She whirled to face him and to her surprise, he kept her close to him, his hands once more within her gown, touching her hotly, insistently. The new housewife hadn't anticipated the shock of his hot flesh upon her near naked body, and a giddiness overcame her as with an odd gentleness he passed his fingertips over her silken, ivory skin, upward along her arms and across her shoulders as the peignoir fell away to reveal her perfect nakedness.

"Christ!" the young salesman gasped. "You're more beautiful than I thought. Hell, yes, beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of Nicolette's facial features while she stood immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating hands.

"A stranger..." she thought. "An absolute stranger!" Memories of the roomer in the upstairs room when she was a little girl returned to her, making her begin to tremble with excitement.

"You're like velvet, so smooth, so soft," he hissed, and Nicolette could see from his expression that the young man was almost mesmerized by the sight of her creamy nakedness.

"Oh God!" she thought, "What am I doing? I'm nothing but a sluttish whore... letting him do these things to me... even wanting him to! But his hands... they're as gentle as a child's. I... I can't help it!"

There in the well-equipped and spacious kitchen with the Nevada sun streaming through the curtained windows Nicolette's breath caught in her throat as the salesman began to massage and knead, stroke and caress her nakedly palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-like nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new, wild sensations to jolt excitedly through the young blonde's entire body. Then he was kissing her breasts and his tongue was tracing a wet line of excitation along her trembling flesh. Leaning back against the sink, cold and steely at her back, Nicolette closed her eyes in the intoxicating delight that the magazine salesman was giving her. It was enveloping her, until at last as she stood there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her love-starved body, she felt him pulling her along, moving her over to the kitchen seats, two long wide benches which framed a wooden table. Nicolette didn't resist; she'd gone this far. Why fight it now? Yet she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoral quality of her actions either, not fighting the brash young man's lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire. She found herself dropping to the bench obediently and lying back along the length of it as he was slithering down her body, rolling his tongue once more along her exposed flesh. The leather of the cushion beneath her back was warm and pliant as she stared up at him, watching the powerful ripple of his arm muscles beneath his casual sport shirt; then he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, moving her up so that he could crawl between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins. Outdoors, it was turning to late afternoon, and Nicolette felt her mind glazed with rapture as the salesman's large, flat palms pressed against the incredible softness of her inner thighs moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.

"OOOOOoohhhhh!" the blonde housewife lurched and groaned as Leon's hot, moist lips closed over the little golden triangle at the base of her belly. Then she felt the wet, taunting kisses being lavished upon the hairy slit of her quivering cunt... delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed, tingling lips of her feverish pussy, kisses that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for! And his tongue gently parted the soft clinging tendrils of blonde hair and began to flick snake- like at the delicate quivering opening.

Every single muscle of Nicolette's prostrate body seemed to react to the heavenly pleasurable licking of her petal-like vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth. Dear God... don't stop... don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my life I've waited for this... not really knowing it... and now you've got to fulfill me with it. Oh, please don't stop! Please, please, please! The excited blonde groaned throatily... sounds that were originating deep in her chest, while the hot, probing tip of the salesman's tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow, damp pussy, starting at the creamy, quivering of her lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic-like opening of her now gently clasping pussy, and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. Nicolette gasped as she felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then he raised her knees and pressed them up and over her body so that the kneecaps touched her swollen breasts, exposing the whole steaming area of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.

"Oh, wonderful, wonderful!" the adulterous bride whimpered at the lewd depravity the stranger was subjecting her to, and at her own overpowering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her ass, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God, truly, he had aroused all of the latent, wanton bitch within her! If there had been any shame or guilt before it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through her entire being! She was in heaven... or was it hell?

Leon could hardly believe it. This good-looking babe had gone smack-assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him without any real struggle at all! He'd been right to make sure to come back to Mrs. Martz's house today! He wasn't sure about her signals the other day, but now, by God, he knew he'd been correct about the hidden hot streak he'd suspected she had! She was out of her mind with sexual lust and she was driving him even further out of his. Hell, there was no question, he'd come back again and again in the afternoons to get some of this good pussy! His cock ached like someone had been beating it with a hammer, he thought as he feelingly released it from his pants, and felt it grinding nakedly into the kitchen cushion, feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cuntal lips brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. He'd never had any doubts that he was going to fuck her, not after the Whiskey Sours came out, and now, as his tongue slashed up and down within her slippery pussy, he told himself that she was special, something really special. He'd never seen a bitch let down the barriers so quickly, and he knew it wasn't all the whiskey's fault that she had. No, she just needed it bad, and now she was getting it, and this was just the beginning! Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering, responsive pussy, the magazine salesman began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with Nicolette's captured body. Just as he used his steady girl, and any other woman he could get to sate his lust.


"Just let us out here, Mr. Jenkins!" Devin and Kevin jumped out at the corner and waved good-bye as the rest of the boys in the station wagon were driven homeward by the scoutmaster. They'd had a good time, but now they were looking forward to returning home, just a bit earlier than expected. They hadn't planned it - far from it. One of the other boys had sprained an ankle and had been taken to the hospital and since most of the fun was over anyway, the picnic was terminated early.

"Rahm make any noise going in. Maybe we can catch her doing something!"

"Like jerking herself off in the living room while she's reading one of those dirty books of hers!" Kevin was delighted with the image. Their sneakers padded along toward their house as the boys' shining faces reflected their anticipation.


Inside the kitchen the salesman rammed his worming tongue up into the tight flesh that was so fully presented to him and listened for Nicolette's groans of delight. Pursing his lips and pressing tightly to her pulsing pussy he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking moans from the depths of Nicolette's bei