woman, fully aroused and lying beneath a man as he pounded hard man-flesh deep into her receptive vagina. It was all there complete to the last minute detail, and as she read on, avidly, Nancy couldn't help projecting herself into the story, seeing herself so much like the protagonist and living the scene with her.
Then she stopped reading as her own memories crowded in on her of that first night here in the lodge with Jim and Charlotte Harding. It had begun even before they had landed at the lodge. She and Charlotte had sat together in the rear seat of the plane, and it wasn't long before they found their common interest. They chatted about many topics, but when Charlotte's hand had cupped and fondled her breast, Nancy knew and understood what she had only suspected up to that point. Her own reassuring caress had brought their heads together for a furtive kiss. Charlotte's whispered invitation had surprised her thought. 'How would you like to make-it with both Jim and me… tonight…?'
Before her marriage to Gene a year ago, Nancy had had sordid little affairs with both a woman and a man… separately, and she was a little surprised at Charlotte's offer. 'Both of you… at the same time?' she had asked.
'Yes! It's a lot more fun that way!'
And, it was! Nancy still thrilled remembering how uninhibited she had become, as she had lain on their bed, her body sensation-packed, aroused beyond all control by Charlotte's mouth licking and sucking at her pussy… and then Jim had fucked her, his massive cock bringing her to two soaring climaxes, while she had, in turn, used her mouth on Charlotte.
God! It made her hot just thinking about it. It bothered her that her young husband Gene had taken such a hard-nosed attitude toward her declaration of sexual freedom for herself. I think it'd be an awful lot of fun for both of us… if he'd just loosen up and decide to swing, too! In a tight interpretation of the word Nancy hadn't been swinging before, but the Hardings; had explained a good deal of it to her. She embraced their ideas readily, making up her mind, on the spot, as to her own future… And, when we get back home… if Gene still feels the way he does now, I'll find another man to take his place! I'll go to every party I can… and according to what Jim and Charlotte told me there are plenty of them going on all the time!
Jim stirred and awakened. Instantly, Nancy was there beside him, looking down at him with a smile. 'How do you feel, Jim?'
She reached out to touch his forehead, found it cool to her touch and heard him tell her that he felt great.
'Your headache?'
'Gone!' Then, with a lewd grin, he told her, 'I think it just slipped a little.'
'Do you mean?'
'And, I think there's a little fever, too!'
Quickly he kicked the covers down to the foot of the bed, and he lay there naked, hard muscled and lean, his pale blue eyes amused with her involuntary gasp of awe, as his hardened penis lurched, standing up straight and yearning from the blond hairiness of his loins.
'See what I mean, Nurse?'
She liked Jim Harding's bantering ways, the lightness with which he treated things, in sharp contrast to Gene's darkly forbidding approach. She fell in with his joking invitation.
'Yes, I do see what you mean!' She reached out to take the throbbing thickness of his penis into her hand. 'There's definitely a temperature.'
'You've got to do something about it, Nurse!'
'Well,' she grinned, kidding him back, 'I could bathe it in cold water to take down the swelling!'
'Sadist!' He reached for her then, as he sat up in bed, and pulled her down to sit beside him. 'There's only one thing that'll cure this!'
He kissed her hard, his tongue lashing deep into her mouth to taste and savor the moist sweetness, while his hands began to unbutton her shirt.
She kissed him back, enjoying every moment of it, and when her shirt was opened and his hand cupped her brassiere-clad breast caressingly, erotically maddening electric sensations charged through her slim, willowy body. She wanted him, then, wanted him to take her passionately, with his long, hard cock ranging deep up into the yearning softness of her belly, but she wondered seriously whether she should let him… whether it was best for him. Fucking required energy, energy which he might not have, regardless of what he might think.
Tactfully, she ended the kiss and said, 'Jim, darling… don't you think it'd be better, if you just take it easy and let me take care of you…?'
'I was thinking that you wouldn't get much out of it,' he said.
'I'll use my hand on myself while I'm doing it! Okay?'
He was reluctant but agreed, 'All right… if you're sure… but I want you naked, just in case. I might change my mind.'
Nancy leaned forward as he pulled off her shirt then unhooked the snaps of her brassiere. Removing it, she tossed it on top of her shirt on the seat of the chair. Before she could rise, his hands captured both of her heavily mounded breasts, covering them and cupping them upward, her nipples erect and spiking out into the palms of his hands. Then he was rolling them between thumbs and forefingers, and her breath began coming sharp and raspy, as her sensitive skin responded to his caresses. It had always been that way with her. Her breasts, full, high and finely formed, wide-spaced on her chest, were the true gateway to her sexuality. More often than not a caressing touch of them caused her to become fully aroused almost instantly, it seemed. She mewled deep in her throat to him, 'You'd better let me go, or I'll be changing my mind.'
Lithely, she twisted her body away from him, freeing her tingling breasts from his stimulating hands and standing up beside the bed as she removed her tight-fitting men's jeans.
Jim lay back and watched her as her long slim thighs were revealed to him, their sleekly, tapered and svelte contours making his hands itch to touch them, caress them, and his throbbing cock ached to be plunging up into her receptive pussy nestled there softly between them. Then, with an undulant little wriggle of her hips she stripped off her panties. Jim whistled appreciatively as she turned and crawled up on the bed, his eyes devouring all of her milk-white body, accented by the coning pink peaks of her nipples and the dark auburn hair of her pubic mound, but her own eyes concentrated on the spearing lance of his cock cleaving the air above him.
Kneewalking into the angle of his legs as he parted them, Nancy crouched above his loins, one of her hands going out to grasp the massiveness of his rock-hard penis. Her fingers closed only part way around it, and deftly she worked the heavy foreskin of his cock back over the smooth rubbery head, feelings its fiery pulsing in her palm.
'I still don't see how you do it!' she said almost inaudibly.
'Do what, Nancy?' Jim queried looking down the length of his torso at her.
'After the way you were banged around in that plane crash!'
'I'm lucky, I guess… and I'm just naturally horny most of the time!' His face wore a happy grin.
Nancy's other hand was busy now as she cupped his sperm-bloated testicles and caressed them gently. He was sure then that in a moment or two the honeyed moisture of her mouth would slip down over the clamoringly demanding head of his cock as it jerked in her hand and swelled expectantly.
Her head came down to it; her tongue darted out wetly from between her lips to lick all around the pulsating head, the tiny tip of her tongue occasionally attempting to squirm its way into the slit in its tip. Jim gasped his delight as her tongue then concentrated on the sensitive blood-filled ridge on the underside of his penis. Involuntarily his hips flexed, driving the lurching shaft of his cock through her lightly gripping hand. Then, to his surprise, she was moving her tongue downward along the underside of its lust-thickened length, until she opened her mouth wide and took the whole of one of his aching testicles up into her mouth.
Damn! It felt good! Automatically, he brought his knees up a little and tilted his pelvis upward, as he felt her sucking on his ball, and then he felt her searching finger sliding back farther, until it was pressing teasingly against the tiny puckered opening of his anus. She kept her finger there as she squirmed against it, feeling the erotic sensations of it surge into his seemingly forever expanding cock's shaft.
'Christ!' he breathed, his breath rasping in his throat, as now he felt her release that testicle only to pay court to the other in the same lewd way; meanwhile her hand gripping the shaft of his hardness milked at it rhythmically. He was sure that no woman he had ever known — and he had known many — had generated such exquisite pleasure for him. 'You really know how to turn a man on!' he said.
He knew that she heard, as he looked down to see her lustrous auburn head moving affirmatively up and down; then, she was licking him again, her moist tongue doing erotic things again, strumming back and forth across
