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CHAPTER THREE

Even though Trudy had told her husband that she would be satisfied sexually if they could swap, she still felt unhappy about her sexual situation. She realized vividly that her husband had had plenty of extra marital action. And this was what she wanted, without his knowledge.

Swapping, she figured, was giving him an opportunity to play around too.

However, vividly she recalled that at the same time he was carrying on, she was left alone in bed.

One morning, when the gardener came around, she got a surprise. Instead Of being the older man who had done her gardening, it was a younger man. She looked up at the curly headed young man with the muscular frame and asked him,

"Who are you?"

"I'm the new gardener," he smiled.

"Well, how nice," she said. "Would you like to come in and talk about what you're going to do?"

"Well, my Dad has told me what I'm going to do," he said.

Trudy decided that she would allow a little of her body to show and then he might get more of an urge to come inside.

Adjusting her blouse just right, she good view of her cleavage.

"Maybe you'd like some coffee," she smiled.

"That sounds good," he said, looking at her bosoms.

"What's your name?' she smiled.

"Johnny," he smiled.

"Well, Johnny," she said, "I would appreciate it if you would tell me a few things about young people today. I'm giving a little lecture at one of the women's clubs on youth morals."

Johnny threw his head back and laughed.

"Why are you laughing, Johnny?" she asked.

"I'll tell you why," he chuckled. "it's because we don't have any morals anymore."

"That's sad," she said, letting her blouse fall little lower, giving him a still better view.

"Well, it's good and it's bad," Johnny winked.

"I read you," she smiled. "Coffee with cream, or do you want yours black?"

"I like the cream," he smiled.

"So do I," Trudy said, with a sexy inflection in her voice. Johnny gulped as he sat down at the kitchen table. Then Trudy said, "For example, Johnny, could you tell me something about your sex life?"

"Well, it wouldn't be very nice," he laughed.

"That's why I want you to tell me about it," she laughed.

"Well," he said, "I fucked my first chick when I was seven."

"You mean seventeen, don't you?" she told him frankly.

"No," he said, "I could get my little peter hard at seven. And I played doctor with the girl next door."

"Did you cure her?" she smiled.

"No, I didn't cure her," he said teasingly, "but sure as hell fucked her."

"It sounds like fun, Johnny," she smiled smoothly.

"You bet it was," he said. "Mom pulled me off her."

"Too bad you were interrupted," she said.

"That's what I say," he said. "I've always said mom prevented me from developing the way that I should have."

"Johnny," she said, "who Was the next chick you had sex with?"

"Well, that was a cute little gal," he said. "Her name was Joyce. She had bosoms you wouldn't believe."

"Oh yes, I would," Trudy laughed. "I have pretty large ones myself."

"I was just noticing them," he told her. "And I must say you are well put together."

"Why, thank you, Johnny," she said. "I take that as quite a compliment, because you have had quite a bit of experience in the sexual line."

Johnny suddenly felt himself getting a hard-on as he looked at Trudy.

"Well, I guess I'd better get going and do the work," he grinned sheepishly.

"I bet your muscles get awfully sore doing that kind of work, don't they, Johnny?"

"Oh, I'm used to it," he told her.

"I always liked good massages after I did garden work," she smiled.

"Well, I can't afford massages," he told her. She looked at him, and measured her words.

"I could give you a very relaxing massage," she said as her words caressed him.

"Could you really?" he smiled as If hypnotized.

"Yes, dear," she said. "Would you like to try me?"

When she said try me, Johnny got the point. He wasn't a hundred percent sure, but he was sure enough to nod.

"Why don't we just go to my bedroom?" she suggested.

She was breathing quickly now, her heart pounding rapidly and her face becoming flushed. She was delighted at the thought of putting something over on her husband. That was half the fun of doing what she was doing. It gave her a sense of triumph, a sense of victory, to think that she might have an affair just as her husband had been having one.

"Ah, are you sure it's alright?" Johnny asked shyly.

She nodded.

"I know it's alright," she said. "That is, if you want me to."

"Oh, I want you to," he said quickly.

"Well then, what's stopping us?" she asked smoothly.

"Nothing," he said eagerly.

She had gotten her point across, and now he was ready and so was she. Going to the bedroom, he lay on the bed.

"Oh, I could never rub you through your shirt," she said quickly.

"Do I have to take it off?" he asked.

"Of course you do," she said. "That is, unless you want me to rub oil on your shirt."

"No," he told her. "I don't want you to do that."

"Well, alright," she said, as she went over to him and helped him unbutton his shirt.

Now he was getting harder and harder. When he got this close to her, he-felt himself stiffening to the point where he wanted to grab her and have sex with her. But he knew better than that. For he calculated that be always could be wrong in his assessment of the situation.

Once he had her going for him in such a manner, he figured things would take care of themselves.

He took off his shirt finally, and tossed it on a chair. Then he flashed his muscles, displaying his massive chest.

"You must eat your Wheaties," she smiled.

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling.

He flashed her a knowing grin as he lay down. She sat on the edge of the bed, and reached over to the night stand, for the bottle of oil. Then she began massaging his thighs.

"Oh, that feels so good," he said.

She let her fingers press down on his spinal cord, and he loved the sensation.

Then she worked her way down to his buttocks.

"I can't rub down here," she said huskily, "unless you unbutton your pants and unfasten your belt."

"Oh, that's alright," be aid, as he reached for his belt and unfastened it.

Then, taking the top button apart, he unzipped his fly.

Now she was really hot for it.

"Oh, you are well developed," she said rubbed farther down his backside.

His muscles rippled, as her fingertips moved over them smoothly with feather-like touch. Then, she pulled his pants down over his buttocks. He enjoyed being exposed like this.

"You don't mind if I rub here, do you?" she asked.

"Feels good when you rub my ass," he said.

Just hearing him mention it so casually excited her. Then, she let her hands knead, massage and grip his asscheeks.

"Oh, keep that up," he told her, "keep it up. Yes, baby, that's the way to do it. Keep it up."

The pleasure that was building, now really got him.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "Does that ever feel good. Keep rubbing me, honey."

Her fingers massaged him good, and then the hand slipped down between the asscheeks and she was rubbing his prostate gland.

"You're giving me a hard-on," he said, point-blank.

"Am I?" she asked innocently.

"Sure you are, baby," he told her. "I can't take too much of that."

"Neither can I," she said, her voice a whisper now.

The pleasure was building every second, as he continued doing his thing.

"Oh wow!" he panted excitedly. "I'm going wild."

"So am I," she told him.

The hands continued massaging down there, and he was more and more excited every moment.

"Oh, feel of me all over!" he said. "Rub back of my balls."

Her fingertips glided smoothly over his testicles.

"You're real big down there, aren't you?" she asked.

"You' bet your ass I am," he told her.

Now she was curious to see what young Johnny looked like. She regretted the fact that she hadn't been a lot wilder as a young girl. The beautiful adventures that she might have had, she never had. She was always afraid she was doing something that she shouldn't when she got involved with the boys sexually.

"Come on, baby," he begged. "That's the way I like it. Oh yes, baby, do me!"

She was vigorously rubbing his buttock cheeks now and he wanted her to continue. Finally, she realized that she should be doing the other side him before he shot his gun on the bed.

"Turn over," she said quietly.

He flipped over, and when he did, she got her first view of his giant sized shaft.

"Oh wow!" she said. "You are a man indeed."

"You bet I am, baby," he told her.

She looked at his huge penis, and for a moment she hesitated.

"Grab it," he told her. "Come on, grab it."

She gripped his proud, penis, and he loved it.

"That's what my girlfriend Cindy does for me all the time," he told her.

"Like this?" she asked curiously.

"That's how Cindy does it," he told her. She pumped up and down and she became more and, more excited, every second.

"Cindy does something else too," he said cagily.

"What does Cindy do?" she 'asked, hoping she could learn some sexual trick that would make her a more accomplished lover.

"I get Cindy to lick my balls," he smiled.

"You do?" she asked in amazement, bordering on disbelief.

"Sure," he told her. "That really turns a guy on. He goes wild when a chick licks his rocks."

"You want me to lick them?" she asked innocently.

"I'd love it," Johnny assured her.

She went down there with her face and began licking at his testicles. Every moment she did so, he became more and more excited.

"Oh, keep that up," be begged her. "Keep that going. Oh, yes, I love that."

The pleasure was mounting every moment.

"Oh, do me," he begged her. "That's what I want. Do me, baby."

Now, he was becoming so hot that he knew that she would have to lick up his cock quickly.

"Wrap your mouth around my cock, baby," he begged.

Her mouth slipped over his penis, and she began doing him vigorously.

Using her hot tongue, she slipped it down the small slit.

"Play with the balls too," he begged her. "Yes, that's what I need."

She was amazed bow instinctively she could do this for him.

"Keep that up," he begged eagerly. "That's what I want. Oh, yes, do it!"

She didn't stop for a moment. Every second, he became more and more intensely excited.

"Oh yes," he panted, "that's what I want. Do it!"

Her mouth flipped over the head of his shaft, and he thrust forward.

"Oh," he gasped excitedly, "yes, yea, that's what I need. Do It!"

The super sensations raced through her body.

Her pleasure increased as Johnny's hands pushed her head down over it farther.

"Gobble it, baby," he begged. "Gobble that."

She was eager to take it, as far as she could.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "Does that ever feel good, honey. Let me slide it down your throat."

Thrusting forward farther, let his' penis slide down her throat. As she felt it sliding farther down, and farther down, she thought she would gag. She pulled off for a moment, and then she went back to letting him do what he wanted to.

"Keep that going," he told her passionately. "That's what I love. Oh, yes, baby, yes!"

Finally, he got his rocks off in her.

"I'm shooting," he told her excitedly. "I'm shooting."

The hot sperm spasmed into her mouth and she gulped.

"Come on, baby," he told her, "it's good to the last drop."

She continued pulling with her mouth until he had unloaded all of his sperm juice.

Finally she slid her mouth off Johnny's cock and looked up at him proudly.

"Did you enjoy that, Johnny?" she asked quietly.

"Did I ever," he said. "You are a real pro."

"A real what?" she laughed coyly.

"A real profess1onal," he said. "You could make a lot of money doing it."

"Well, I'm not in it for money," she assured him. "I just enjoy a good time."

"So do I," he assured her.

As she looked at him, he looked at her hungrily.

"If you could do anything you want with me, Johnny," Trudy smiled, "what would you do?"

"What do you think?" he smiled, glancing down at her vagina.

"I bet you'd eat my pussy,", she giggled.

"You bet I would, baby," he insisted.

She could tell he was rally turned on at the prospect of getting to go down on her.

"Alright," she said, "I'll just straddle your chest and push my pussy into your face. I hope you enjoy it."

"You don't have to worry about me none," he laughed. "I always enjoy a good piece of ass."

She moved up to him and then he wanted something else.

"First," he smiled, "I want you to brush those gorgeous bosoms over my face.

I'd like to feel them."

She moved her breasts over his face, and he loved the feel of them as she flopped them back and forth.

"Oh, that feels good when you lick at them," she told him.

"You like that, huh?' he grinned. "Well, it's fun for me too."

He kept licking away at them, and then nibbled at the nipples.

"Oh, do it," she told him excitedly. "Do that."

He did it until she was fever hot. He was building her up to the point where he would, slip his tongue into her vagina.

"You want to eat that, don't you, baby?" she smiled. "I know you do."

Opening his mouth, he wiggled his tongue in the air. This got her even more steamed up.

"Here I go, Johnny," she said eagerly, as she plunged her pussy in the young boy's face.

Johnny's hot tongue licked the quivering mound.

"Keep that up, honey," she begged. "Keep it up, Johnny."

Now he was grabbing her asscheeks and massaging them just the way she had massaged his buttocks. She loved the sensation of him licking there.

"Eat it," she cried, "eat my pussy. That's what I want. Eat my pussy, eat it, baby, eat it!"

The hot tongue stabbed away, at an ever accelerating rate.

"Keep that up, honey," she told him. "Keep it up. Yes, baby, yes, that's what I want. Eat the pussy, eat that pussy."

The sensations grew more intense every moment.

"Keep it up," she begged excitedly "Keep that up, oh, ah, yes, baby, yea, baby, that's what I want, eat It, eat my pussy!"

The super sensations now were building as he stabbed her clitoris with his tongue.

"Nibble my clit," she demanded of her young lover.

The husky virile young gardener quickly let his tongue flip back and forth on her clit. This produced electrical waves of excitement.

"Oh yes, baby," he gasped excitedly. "That's beautiful."

"Johnny," she, complained, "put your tongue back in there. Don't talk when you're eating pussy."

"Sorry about that," he smiled, as he went back to pressing his mouth over her there.

The harder he pressed, the more excited she became.

"Keep it up, baby," she begged him. "Yes, that's what I want, keep doing me."

The pulsing sensations continued is he brought her close to climax. Then, he stopped wiggling his tongue.

"What did you atop for?" she complained.

"I'm a, tongue teaser," he panted. "There's been a lot of pussy teasing going on, so I'm giving you some tongue teasing."

"Forget the tongue teasing treatment," she said, "and eat your pussy like a good boy."

He laughed as he went back to flipping his tongue inside her.

A second or two later she gripped his head and threw her own head back as she felt herself juicing. She pressed forward and gushed into his mouth.

"Get it all, baby," she begged. "Get that juicy pussy."

He continued until he had finished. She was really turned on now.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's beautiful."

She was disgusted that he pulled his tongue out so swiftly and told him so too.

"Put your tongue back in there and finish the job," she complained.

"You sure like to give orders, don't you?" he said, as he went back to finishing her off.

She thought about what he had said, so innocently. And she figured maybe she was coming on too strong.

When he had finished, she reached back and gripped his penis and squeezed it.

"Oh, this is rock hard again, honey," she said. "You want to get those balls off again?"

"I'd, love to," he said. "Only this time let me get on top."

This went against everything that she felt about sex. Now that she was liberated, she thought she should be on top now and then.

"Well, Johnny, how about me doing it on top?" she insisted.

"Forget it," he said. "I can't thrust it the way I want to. I want you to wrap your legs around me and let me thrust in there, baby."

"Alright," she agreed, "If that's what you want."

She lay back on the bed, and he looked at her excitedly. Then his hands massaged her breasts. Now he was hot to get at her.

"Come on, baby," she begged, "do it."

It didn't take him much longer now, and soon he was going to town. His cock slipped in smoothly, and she gripped it proudly with her tight vaginal muscles.

"Fuck It," he begged her. "Fuck, baby, fuck!"

The super sensations surged through him as he stabbed away.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like, that's what I need."

Faster and faster the hard, cock drove into her. And with every thrust she found herself becoming more turned on, more tuned in to his sex vibrations. Her hands wandered over his back and she reached down to grip his asscheeks and squeeze them.

"Oh, I love it when you do that baby," he told her. "That is really beautiful."

She played with the asscheeks, and then she let her fingers slip down to his prostate gland.

"Right there, honey," he said, "that's the magic finger touch."

She realized that it was, as they got him more and more excited.

"Keep playing with my ass," he insisted.

"Oh, Johnny," she leaped, "what a cock you've got there. Stab it in, all the way, I want every inch of it."

She was excited now, to the point of hysteria.

"Alright, lover," he panted, "you want it, you're going to get it."

Harder and faster he rode in there.

"Fuck it?" he panted. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's the way.

Do it baby, do it."

The super sensations that were flooding through his body now were igniting his passions for more fucking with her. Bending over, he began pressing his lips on her mouth. This was what she wanted, a little affection combined with the passionate youthful thrusts. Quickly she let her tongue slide along his lower lip, then, gingerly opening her mouth, she got him to slip his tongue into it.

The young boy used his tongue as if it were a penis. With piston precision movements, he worked away.

"Oh, baby," he panted, as be felt her ever accelerating vagina muscles gripping, grabbing, grasping for his penis.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "That's what I like. Do it, do it, baby, do it!"

The sensations that surged through his body now had him turned an all the way.

Vigorously they were grasping at each other now, as they began sweating. They moved about on the bed in wild passionate glee.

"Give it to me, Johnny," she urged him on. "Faster, baby, faster. I can take it."

Johnny loved the fact that she was urging him on to increase the pace of his screwing.

"Fuck it," he panted, "fuck, baby, fuck."

Now be was really drilling into her.

"Oh wow!" he panted. "I'm there. I shot my gun off."

The enthusiasm he displayed as he gave it to her, intrigued her.

"Oh, baby," she told him excitedly, "that feels fantastic."

Every moment was more exciting and more delicious than any be had ever had before.

"Oh wow!" he panted, "I love it."

His penis juices were beginning to shoot.

"I'm cuming," he cried as he gripped her tightly.

"So am I, darling," she whispered.

She came, in multiple orgasms.

As their bodies pitched to the climax together, Johnny said, "You're a real good grind."

"Oh, Johnny baby," she said, "you've got to come back and fuck me again."

"I will if your husband doesn't mind," he chuckled.

"He won't mind," she laughed gaily. "He'll never know."

"Good for you, honey," he said. "What a husband doesn't know doesn't hurt him."

"You said it, sweetie," she said, as her hands gripped his asscheeks again and kneaded them once more.

When he finally pulled his penis out of her pussy, he was dripping.

"Don't drip on the floor, Johnny," she warned him.

It was too late. Some of his sperm juice was on her blue carpeting.

She went to the bathroom quickly, and got a towel.

"Wipe it up good," he said. "Every wife should."

"Johnny," she said, "you wanted to ball me today, didn't you?"

"Sure I did," he smiled.

She suggested that he take a shower with her but Johnny was worried. He had his work to do, and be didn't know how he would ever get it done I he was fucking all the time.

"Johnny," she suggested with a Smile, "would you like to take a shower with me?"

"Well, if you don't take too long, I guess I could," he told her. "As you know, I'm working."

"You call this work?", she said, as she reached down and felt herself.

"Well, that's not work," he admitted, "but there's a lot of work that I should be doing out there in your yard."

"That can wait, honey," she said. "My pussy is on fire it can't wait."

"Alright," he smiled.

She was still determined to be the man in the act. She wanted to get on top of his tool and ride. Getting into the shower, she felt she would have an opportunity to get him stimulated again.

"Did you ever have a woman wash your penis?" she asked him, with that caressing tone that always got him excited.

"Well no," he said. "Not since I was a baby, anyway.

"Well, it wouldn't excite you then," She said, "but I bet it would now."

Reaching out, she gripped his huge tool. Then she applied the bar of soap to him and washed him instantly Johnny felt himself stiffening.

"You'd better not play around with that," he said. "You're going to get it hard again."

"Well, that's the general idea," she smiled.

As he became harder and hotter, she became more eager for action. Reaching down, she toyed with his testicles.

"Do you mind if I wash your bosoms?' he smiled.

"I'd love it, dear," she assured him.

He reached for the bar of soap and began massaging its soapy lather into her breasts.

"Oh, that's so nice, honey," he said, "and they're soft as silk."

"They are nice, aren't they?" she grinned.

"Sure, baby, sure," he said, as he went on wandering around with the bar of soap down to her vagina.

Now she was happy as she was sure she would get him to do it once more.

"This time, honey," she suggested, "I would like to ride your cock."

"You're so determined to do it," Johnny observed. "Why?"

"Because, baby," she explained, "a woman doesn't always like to be passive. I'd like to be a little different."

"Alright," he agreed. "If that's what you want, that's what you get."

When they had finished showering and dried off, they went beck to the bedroom.

Johnny wanted to make sure that she was satisfied this time, so he asked her quite frankly, "What position do you want me in?"

Trudy explained quickly.

"Now, honey," she told him, "lie on your back. Then I'll just slip my pussy down over that great big cock of yours."

"That's o.k. with me," he assured her.

Then, she straddled him. Grasping his penis in her hot band, she slid down over it smoothly.

"Oh, you're an easy slider," he laughed.

"You bet I am, Johnny," she said. "I'm what you call a ball of fire."

"Well, I'm going to expect fire out of your pussy," he said. "I'm going to really ram it to you this time."

"I wish you would, honey," she said. "That's what I need. Someone to really give me a good fuck."

"Well you're going to get it, baby," be said, "you're going to get it from here to there."

With a forceful thrust, he jabbed it forward. As she felt it sliding into her, she became more intensely excited. He reached up to grip her breasts and play with them while she wiggled her pussy around. The vigorous movements of her vagina, gripping at his stabbing cock, teased him enormously.

"This is a pretty good way to make it, baby," he told her. "I really like this."

"So do I, Johnny," she said. "Fuck away."

He fucked vigorously now, and she became more and more excited every second.

Panting and sweating, their bodies slapped together as they worked toward a climax.

"Fuck it," she begged, "ram it in there. Oh yes, baby, all the way up. Let me feel it."

Johnny was enthusiastic. He had had fucks, but unfortunately the chicks he had made it with weren't quite this turned on. Realizing that perhaps an older woman was better, he enjoyed every moment of his new experience.

"Come on, Johnny," she urged, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Passionately he pumped into her.

"Oh," she panted, "that's too much. Fuck, baby, fuck, Johnny, fuck!"

As the giant cock stabbed away, both of them looked at each other. The passion that was igniting in his eyes inflamed her anew to sexual heights. What waves of erotic delight swept over them, as they continued their wild, abandoned fucking.

"Give me that cock," she cried eagerly. "Give me that cock."

He gave it to her alright, and she loved every inch of it. Gripping it tightly within her vagina, she felt as if it was hers. She clasped it to her as if she could never let it go.

She deplored the fact that her husband was limp and could never please her. It made her furious to think of Vince coming home, and wanting to ball her.

"Doesn't your husband take care of you?" Johnny asked.

"No, he doesn't," she laughed. 'But I don't give a damn now. I'm liberated. I'm free."

"You're a liberated woman alright," he said, "and you come on like gangbusters.

Fuck, baby, fuck."

Faster and faster he rode into her. And his hands worked effectively on her breasts every second. She loved the feel of his hands grasping and clutching at her breasts, but didn't particularly appreciate the fact that he was a little rough with the nipples.

"Those are sensitive," she said. "Take it easy, honey."

"I get so turned on," he said, "I don't know what I'm doing."

"Well, pull back, baby," she laughed. "I don't want your fingernails making them bleed."

"Don't worry about it," he smiled, as he pinched them, making it a point not to use his fingernails on the nipple.

Suddenly he jabbed at her hard and shot his gun off.

"I'm juicing," he said, "I'm creaming, baby."

"Me too," she cried. "Right on target. I'm cuming in multiples."

Johnny was doing things for her that no cock had done for her in years. When she thought of Harry's mild penis and her husband's limp cock, she realized she was being shortchanged.

"Oh, Johnny," she gasped hotly, "What a stud."

"You think I'm o.k., huh?" he smiled.

"Yes, baby," she told him, "you're enough to make two women happy."

"I could that," he said. "I'd like to eat a pussy, while a chick blew me. That would be sensational."

Instantly she realized that Johnny was like all other males, never completely satisfied, and always angling for more action.

"Oh, that would be real nice," she told him.

"I think so," he said. "I need to get me a lot of that pussy."

"Well, you've got quite a bit right here, honey," she said, giving him a vigorous grip with her vagina muscles.

"You can snap that again," he chuckled, as she went on snapping her pussy around his slipping, sliding penis.

Finally, she pulled herself smoothly off him.

"Well," she said, "don't worry about the gardening here. You've put in your time."

"This was more fun than out in the yard," he said. "Just as long as we never get caught."

She looked at him a little angrily.

"Why do you always mention getting caught?" she said. "Can't people have any fun without getting caught?"

"Well, we might call it fun, but your bitching husband might want to blow my brains out."

"Oh, Vince wouldn't feel that way," she explained. "He might get a little angry, but he wouldn't want to do anything drastic like killing you."

That made Johnny shudder as he thought about it. Finally he looked at her and asked her confidentially, "How old are you?"

"Why, Johnny," she chided him, "you never ask a lady her age."

"Well, whatever age you are," he told her, "you're at the right age for fucking, alright."

"Thank you, love," she said, and you're the perfect age. How old are you, honey?"

"Eighteen," he smiled. "And rearing to go."

She looked at him and asked him confidentially, "I'll bet you never had any woman carry on like this before, have you, Johnny?"

"No," he admitted, "I haven't But then I've never screwed with a nympho before."

The word "nympho" bit her with sharp impact. For a moment her brain reeled, and she couldn't think of any thing to say.

"Oh, I hope I didn't say anything," he said quickly, gulping.

"You said a mouthful," she said, "and maybe what you say is true. Maybe I am a nympho."

"Well, don't worry about it," he said, "you've got a gorgeous shape, and you like to screw. That's all I need to know."

"Johnny," she smiled, "I want to ask you something."

"Yes," he replied quickly.

"How much do you enjoy fucking?"

"I'd rather fuck than do anything said, "and that goes for eating and beer."

"More fun than those sports events, you men dig?" she chuckled.

"Football or baseball couldn't compare. There's one thing about screwing that makes it better. It gives you sensations that eating and watching a game could never give you. It makes your whole body turn on. It makes that old heart pound quick, and it makes the balls tingle and the cock stab and the pussy grab."

"You're a lover," she smiled, "that's the way a real lover talks."

"Well, I don't figure I'm no Romeo exactly," he admitted, "but I know where it's at."

"So do I, honey," she smiled. "It's between your legs."