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CHAPTER ONE

Eileen Patton mixed the drinks. She heard the voices of her neighbors in the other room. She heard footsteps. "Craig, why aren't you out there with our guests?"

Craig circled his wife's lush body. "I came in here to get you hot." His hands slipped up and cupped her large creamy tits. He squeezed the pliant meat. "I'll bet Hank would sure like to be doing this," he said, snuggling his mouth against her neck.

"Craig!" Eileen said. "You'll make me spill the drinks."

Craig released her, leaned against the counter. "Hank thinks you're dynamite."

Eileen blushed. "So? I don't care." She looked at her husband. "You got that horny look in your eyes again. I'd better watch out."

"Yeah." He pulled her into his arms. "I think Hank wants to take you to bed."

Eileen squirmed up against him. "And I suppose you want me to go," she said.

"It might be a blast." He dropped his hands to the soft rounded flesh of her ass.

"What about Carol? Don't you think she'd mind – or have you three already decided things while I was making the drinks?"

"No, baby," he said, rubbing his hard cock into her body. "Hank's been trying all night to get close to you. Carol doesn't look as if she minds at all."

"I don't like it, Craig. I don't want to go to bed with another man. I love you."

"I know you love me, baby. Just one time. You make it with Hank. I'll make it with Carol."

"You're pretty sure of yourself. What happens if Carol doesn't go for it and I'm already committed to Hank?"

"No sweat. Carol wants to, I got a feeling."

Eileen kissed him. "Please, Craig. I don't want to do this." Her violet eyes filled with tears. "Please don't make me."

"Just this once, baby. We got nothing to lose."

"What about our marriage?"

"We love each other too much to let it hurt our marriage. If it doesn't work out, we've lost nothing."

"No, Craig," she said.

"I'm going in the other room and I'm counting on you. Don't let me down." He picked up the tray of drinks and left, leaving Eileen alone.

"Damn him," she muttered. She slammed her fist down on the table. "I won't do it." She regained her composure and left the kitchen to join her new neighbors.

Eileen stepped into the front room. Her heart dropped. Craig was on the chair. Carol was sitting on his lap. She steeled herself. Instead of running from the room and crying, she put on a plastic smile. If Craig wanted a switch party, she would do it for him.

"You two look pretty chummy." Eileen kept her voice even. She walked over to the couch, a smiling Hank ogling her every step.

"I hope you don't mind," Carol purred.

"But your husband is so cute!"

Eileen saw the hungry pleading look in her husband's eyes. "Not at all," Eileen purred back. "I think your husband's kind of cute too."

"Great!" Hank said. "You can sit right here beside me."

Eileen winked at her husband, her fake smile still on her lips. "I was planning to do just that." She eased down beside Hank, snuggled close and crossed her legs. Her dress slipped up her thigh, baring creamy flesh.

For a second, Craig watched as Hank slipped his arm around Eileen's shoulder. Inwardly he winced, but the scent of Carol's perfume and her soft squirming body erased, for the moment, his jealousy.

"I was worried about you," Hank said as he traced a finger over Eileen's knee. "Carol and I thought you might be some kind of prude."

"I'm no prude," Eileen said. She looked at her husband and Carol. It sickened her. They were kissing. "Craig and I have always wanted to try something exciting like this."

"I'm glad we moved into your neighborhood at the right time," Hank said. He pulled her close. He took a deep breath. "You feel great, Eileen."

"You feel pretty good yourself." Eileen forced herself not to look at her husband.

Hank sensed Eileen's hesitation. He dropped his hand over her shoulder and casually spanned a round, sexy globe of tittie flesh that was straining against her dress. "Will you look at Carol?" He shook his head. "She's not the least bit shy." His hand squeezed and he felt Eileen tense up.

Eileen looked. Carol's dress barely covered her panty-clad crotch. She was squirming in Craig's lap and Craig was massaging every part of her body. She wanted to scream, to end this nightmare, but she didn't. If Craig wanted it so much, she would go along with it – but just this once.

Hank brought his mouth to Eileen's ear. "You should relax a little." He squeezed his fingers into the soft yielding flesh of her tit. His other hand caressed the silky flesh of her inner thigh. "This is going to be a fun night."

"I know," she sighed. She squirmed around and licked her lips. Her violet eyes were misty with despair.

Hank took it for passion. He brought his mouth to hers and crushed her lips with his own. His tongue slipped into her open mouth, exploring.

A shudder swept through Eileen. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Craig. His hand was inside the top of Carol's dress, massaging her tits. Carol was whimpering like a bitch in heat. Eileen closed her eyes, throwing herself wholeheartedly into the game Craig had wanted to play so badly.

She sucked on Hank's tongue, combed her fingers through his dark, wavy hair. She felt his hand move under her dress and fought her instinct to stop him, relaxing herself, accepting, for a night, the hideous game of lust Craig had forced upon her.

"Nnnnn, honey," Hank moaned. "You've got a great mouth."

"So do you," Eileen sighed. "I got lipstick all over you."

Hank licked his lips. "Tastes great."

"Oooooo, Craig," Carol squealed as Craig's fingers slipped under her panties and into her dripping wet pussy. "Ooooo, you're so eager."

Eileen turned her head and bit her lip. She smiled. "Is my husband getting fresh?"

"Not fresh enough," Carol giggled. She pushed her dress back into place. "He's horny as hell."

Craig looked at his wife sheepishly. "I guess I got carried away."

"Isn't that what it's all about?" Eileen said, the biting edge to her words lost on the other three.

"Mmmmmm," Carol purred and grabbed Craig's hand, pulled him to his feet. "Do you mind if I borrow your husband for a while?" She winked. "There are a few things I need done over at the house."

"Not at all," Eileen lied. "I'll keep Hank company while you're gone." She looked at her husband, hating him. "Enjoy yourself."

"We will," Carol promised. She tugged on Craig's hand. "Let's go, honey. I'm creaming."

"Have fun, Eileen." Craig said, stopping for a moment at the door as Carol pulled on his arm impatiently.

"I'll make sure she does," Hank said, squeezing Eileen in his arms. "Take your time and don't worry about messing up the bed."

Craig was yanked out the door by a horny, anxious Carol. "C'mon, Craig honey. My panties are soaking wet." She pulled him across the street.

"I'm coming," Craig moaned, his eyes glued to the cheeks of Carol's jiggling ass as they hurried up the walk to the house. He pushed Eileen and Hank from his mind. Fucking Carol would be worth it.

"Oh, Craig," Carol gasped once they were in the house. "God," she threw herself into his arms. "You're a hunk and a half!"

"So are you, baby," Craig moaned. She was all soft and ready. He roamed her body, exploring the flesh beneath her tight dress.

"I know Eileen will have a ball. Hank's great between the sheets," Carol sighed.

Craig plastered his mouth to hers. He didn't want to know about what would be going on back in his own house. He squeezed the cheeks of Carol's ass. His cock was hard and aching, bulging painfully in his pants, pressing into the soft curve of her belly.

"Ewww, Craig," she gasped, coming off his mouth. "You're as anxious as I am."

"Yeah, baby," he groaned, his voice laced with desire.

"You've excited me ever since Hank and I moved into this nice quiet neighborhood." She squirmed out of his arms. "You want to strip me or would you prefer to watch? I always like to please."

"You do it," Craig groaned. He was going to enjoy himself, and what better way to start than by watching his sexy neighbor give him a strip show. He plopped on the sofa. "Anytime you're ready."

"I'm always ready," Carol cooed. "Hank will tell you that." She stood in the center of the living room, swaying on her feet. She kicked off her heels, her green eyes glowing, fixed on Craig's lust-etched face.

Craig's prick ached in his pants. He rubbed his crotch, his eyes on the jiggling flesh of Carol's tits, which were still hidden by her tight dress.

"The way you're looking at me makes me cream," she sighed. She reached behind herself and pulled the zipper down. "You ready?"

Craig nodded, his mouth dry. "Take it off."

Carol dropped her arms. She flicked her shoulders and hips. The silky red dress seemed to melt from her body, ending up in a puddle at her feet. She saw Craig's eyes pop.

"You like that?"

Craig feasted his smoky gray eyes on Carol's lush body. A black lace bra and matching panties hid the obvious delights of her gorgeous body. She had long legs, full hips, a narrow willowy waist, and large overripe tits that almost spilled from the lacy confines of her bra. She had a sexy face that held the promise of untold pleasures and thick blonde hair that fell about her face and shoulders. Green eyes glowed hotly, and her mouth was full. He imagined her ripe red lips around his cock. A spasm ripped through his gut.

"I like the way your looking at me," she sighed. She rolled her hips. "Hank says I'm a time bomb that goes off every few minutes when we're having sex."

"I can believe it," Craig groaned, his eyes on her lewdly rotating hips.

Carol shivered, her eyes rolling into her skull. "Ohhhh, Craig. I just climaxed." She shivered again. "See what I mean? I can't stop creaming." She swayed, then fell to her knees. "Let's see your cock."

Craig was overwhelmed by Carol's lust. He had never met anyone like her. She was an animal.

"Oooooo, look at that bulge!" She crawled between his legs, rubbing the hard lump in his pants. "God, it feels good."

"Take it out," Craig moaned.

Drooling, Carol fumbled with his zipper. "I'm dying to see it," she gasped. "I always cream when I get a new cock in my hands."

Craig watched. His throat was tight, dry. He stared at her hands working frantically on his belt and pants.

"Unnnnn," she moaned, spit caught in her throat. She had his zipper down, his belt and pants open. Her anxious hand groped inside his shorts, quickly finding the object of her desire.

"Aghhhhh," Craig growled as her hand grabbed hold of his cock and lugged it out. Her fingers were like a hot vise.

"Oooooo, Craig." She stroked his prick. "Ummmm, it's gorgeous! Damn, I'm creaming my panties again." Shivery orgasms, like tiny explosions, rippled through her overheated pussy.

Craig's face screwed up in lust. Her fingers, clamped tight to his shaft, squeezed, stirring the jizz rumbling in his balls.

The crotch of her black lace panties was soaked with hot frothy pussy-cream. She yanked on his pants and shorts, pulling them down over his knees. She leaned back.

"Lift your feet."

Craig obeyed, his eyes devouring her as she whisked his pants and shorts over his shoes. His prick jutted up from his groin, hard and throbbing with passion. His nuts hung like heavy weights beneath his towering shaft.

Carol's eyes took on a new and more exciting glow. "You've got a beautiful prick, Craig," she mewled. "I'm gonna gobble it up and see how good you taste." She tore her eyes away from Craig's prick and stared into his face. "Hank says I give the best blow-job he's ever had, and he's had a lot of women." She winked. "I hope Eileen is good with her mouth."

Beneath his surging passion, Craig grimaced. "She's terrific," he said. "He won't be disappointed."

"I'm glad," Carol sighed as she brought her hands back to Craig's long, stiff hard-on, "because I'm going to have a ball with you." She smiled hotly at him. "Sometimes, when we do this, one of us gets a klinker who's a deadbeat in bed. It ruins it for both of us."

"I know what you mean," Craig said, acting more sophisticated than he was. Her hands on his prick were turning his brain to mush. He didn't care about Hank, or Eileen. His only concern was the stacked, sexy blonde between his legs.

Carol stared hungrily at Craig's prick. The time for talk was over. She brought her head to his cock. Extending her tongue, she slithered it up the hairy sac that held his cum crammed balls. The texture was rough against her tongue and the contact made her cream again.

"Aghhhh," Craig groaned. He lunged up, his cock spearing the air.

"Ummmmm, you are anxious!"

She slapped her tongue over his balls again, soaking the swollen nut-sac with warm spit. With his balls soaked, she slithered her tongue up the length of his prick. She did it again, thrilled with the throbbing beat of his shaft against her sensitive tongue.

"Suck it," Craig groaned. Her tongue was driving him crazy. "Suck it!" He jabbed up, trying to capture her mouth, but failed.

"Twill," Carol hummed. "I like to work up to it." She scratched her nails along his thickly muscles thighs. A hot sultry smile played on her wet mouth.

Craig, his balls on fire, his head reeling, reached for her. "Suck it!"

A light sexy laugh escaped Carol's open mouth and she leaned back, away from his grasping hands. She grabbed his prick. "Settle back and relax. You'll like my way the best. Take my word for it. I've never had a complaint."

Craig sank back into the softness of the couch. He believed her. "Go ahead. Do what you want."

"I usually do," she giggled. She came back between his legs, scratched her nails along his taut gut, up his thighs, and across his balls. She watched as his prick twitched.

Craig groaned, squirming on the couch as she clawed his flesh. He gritted his teeth. His prick felt as if it were going to explode!

Carol brought her mouth to his cock. Using her teeth, she dragged her mouth up and down the sensitive underside of his throbbing cock. She chewed him hungrily, thriving on his agony. She sucked and chewed his prick until it felt like a piece of hot steel against her lips.

Craig balled his fists. His gut felt like cement. The blonde bitch was driving him mad!

Carol opened her mouth and looked up at Craig's hard, passion-lined face and fiery gray eyes. "You want me to suck you now?" she purred. "You want me to swallow your cock?"

Numb, his heart thumping in his throat, he nodded.

"I can take it all," she bragged. "Can. Eileen?"

Craig moaned. Right now, he didn't give a shit about Eileen. He needed the blonde bitch's mouth.

"Hank will find out, huh?" Carol winked, licked her lips, then went back to Craig's hard, towering cock.

Somewhere in Craig's lust-sopped brain, a pang of jealousy touched him. Right now, he figured, Eileen would be doing the same thing to Hank. He buried his annoying thoughts under a ton of passion.

Carol hovered over Craig's prick. She opened her mouth, slipped the head of his cock between her greedy lips. She stopped with only Craig's cockhead in her hot, anxious mouth.

Craig's prick seemed to swell even larger, stretching the thin skin around his blood engorged shaft to the bursting point. He jabbed and screamed in passion as Carol's teeth sank into his shaft.

Carol popped her mouth off his prick. She loved tormenting him. "Don't move. You'll enjoy my mouth more."

Craig didn't know how he was going to do that, but he nodded, willing to try.

"Good," she moaned. "I'll do it my way and you'll have the best blow-job of your life."

Carol slipped the bloated head of Craig's cock back into her mouth. She sucked deep, listening to Craig groan. With her teeth dragging along his shaft, she eased more of his cock into her mouth. The bloated head of his prick brushed against the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She stopped when his cockhead blocked her tight throat.

Craig forced himself not to lunge into her gullet. He waited, his mind slowly being destroyed by Carol's greedy mouth.

Carol, her nails digging into Craig's belly, relaxed her throat muscles. Breathing hard through her nose, she shoved her face forward, impaling herself on Craig's cock. She took him quick, stopping only when her lips mashed into his hairy groin.

"Aghhhh!" Craig roared. His back arched and his neck strained. Her teeth had almost tore the skin from his shaft. His prick throbbed – a prisoner of her throat. He felt her teeth sinking into the base of his shaft.

Carol held him tight in her throat. He was stretching her gullet. His prick throbbed, sending exquisite vibrations throughout her body. His cock hair tickled her nose. Another orgasm trickled through her oversexed body.

"You're biting it off," Craig roared. He twisted, but her teeth held him captive. "Easy. Christ! It's the only cock I got!"

Carol ignored him. Slowly, she drew her head back. His prick throbbed. She scraped her teeth back up his shaft, feeding on his agonizing groans. The ridge of his bell-shaped cockhead hit the back of her teeth. She stopped, spittle dribbling from her mouth and down his bloated shaft and into his cock hair.

Craig growled with relief. He squirmed, his balls swollen, sore, ready to burst. She was fabulous.

Carol gripped the base of his spit-soaked cock in her hand. Light feathery strokes along his wet, throbbing hard-on had him groaning and twisting on the couch. She used her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she suckled his cock.

Craig groaned with pleasure. The torture was over. He relaxed, wallowing in the pleasure of her wet sucking mouth and caressing hand.

"You got it now," he groaned. "Unnnn, yeah, don't stop."

Carol's mouth met her fingers. Spit drooled out. She kept his cock greased in her warm saliva. Her fingers, lightly wrapped around his shaft, picked up speed, as did her bobbing mouth.

"Yeah," Craig groaned. "Unnnnn, I'm ready, baby. Christ, my balls are ready to fuckin' bust open!" He lunged up, jabbing violently into Carol's hot, sucking mouth.

Carol kept her sucking mouth and gripping hand stationary. She sucked with her mouth, milked with her squeezing fingers as Craig growled like a bear and plundered her throat.

She used her teeth, chewing maliciously on every hard inch he rammed into her mouth. She used her tongue, whipping it wildly over his thrusting shaft and cockhead. Sucking, chewing, and lashing with her tongue, she took him to the peak.

"I'm cuming," Craig roared as his nuts erupted. "I'm cuming!"

Carol knew it and she craved it. She sucked, catching the first thick wad of exploding cum at the back of her throat. The second wad filled her cheeks. She swallowed, sucked, and used her hand and mouth, matching Craig's humping frenzied rhythm.

"I'm creaming!" Craig shouted. He slammed up into Carol's face, squirting thick globs of cum into her gobbling, sucking mouth. "Suck it, baby! Drink it up!"

Carol sucked and swallowed his hot, tangy cum. She took away her hand, freeing his cock. The next stringy glob of jizz gushed into her throat as he lunged into her face.

Craig thrust up from the couch. His ass lifted off the cushion and his prick slammed deep into her throat. Again and again he ruthlessly banged his cock into heir face, spewing hot, sticky jizz into her mouth and gullet.

"More, baby! Take it all!"

Carol enjoyed hearing him shout. She shoved her face forward, absorbing his devastating blows. She tried swallowing his spraying cum, but it was coming too fast. She pressed forward, her lips mashing into his groin each time he slammed up into her sucking mouth.

Craig's face screwed up in agony. Her teeth had come back into play. He bellowed as another jet spray of jizz flooded her mouth.

The cum was like a river. It filled her cheeks, gushed out beyond her clinging lip's. Cum dribbled into his cock hair, over his jiggling balls, and down into the crack of his ass.

Carol sucked, gagged. Cum clogged her throat. She swallowed but she couldn't take it all. She drove forward, smashing her lips into his groin as he lunged up, then sank her teeth into the base of his prick.

Craig howled and fell back, his prick still spurting jism. He was trapped in her throat. Her teeth were deep in the base of his shaft.

Carol held him tight. She sucked her way back up his shaft, draining his rumbling nuts of every drop of cum. She held his prickmeat in her mouth and sucked, his creaming, squirting cock down to a trickle.

Craig lunged up one last time, then collapsed back on the couch. His balls were empty. "Enough," he groaned. "Enough."

Carol took one last suck, then popped her mouth from his cock. "You were delicious, Craig." She staggered to her feet. "Now I'll get these things off and we'll fuck."

Craig moaned. His glassy eyes fixed on Carol's body as she tore off her bra and panties. "Jesus," he rasped. Then she was naked, her legs spread, hands on her hips, tits heaving and eyes blazing. "Jesus Christ!"

"You'll be hard in no time," Carol said confidently. She climbed on top of him, straddling his groin. She pressed her juicy pussy against his limp cock and began to move her hips. "No time at all."

She was telling the truth. Within a few minutes a howling Craig and a screaming Carol experienced their orgasms together.