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Coast To Coast Swappers - Erotic Novel ebook

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Opis ebooka Coast To Coast Swappers - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Coast To Coast Swappers

CHAPTER ONEThe Chevrolet station-wagon was loaded down like a gypsy caravan. The back-end was stacked from bed to roof with luggage. More luggage, covered by a tattered tarpaulin, was piled onto the rack on top of the groaning vehicle. The rear door bowed out from the heavy load that pushed against it. And the sum total represented all the material goods that had been accumulated and deemed unabandonable in the lives of two married couples.The driver was middle-aged and balding, his flower print Hawaiian shirt open at the front to reveal an abundant growth of wiry black hair at the neck and across the breadth of his broad chest. The man sitting beside him was younger and cleaner-shaven; in comparison, he looked almost like a boy.The physical contrast between the two women in back was equally pronounced. The more mature-looking of the pair was a brunette in her thirties clad in a skimpy halter that emphasized her voluptuously rounded breasts and a pair of tight hot pants that were molded over the firmness of her flaring buttocks and clearly outlined the sensuous vee of her genitals nestled between her thighs. She had a lascivious glint in her dark eyes which gave the impression that she was ready to know adventure, ready to please or be pleased and that she would be almost professionally capable in both departments. The younger, virginal-looking blonde beside her was dressed more modestly in a loose cotton dress, and she radiated a sexuality of a different sort. The dress fell subtly over the soft curves of her thighs and hips, gently defining the tightly rounded swells of her breasts. The clinging garment left just enough to the imagination that it seemed almost asking to be ripped off, revealing the lushly sensuous body beneath it, just as the expression of innocence in her blue eyes seemed to be begging to be stripped away to unleash the fiery spirit that hovered dimly behind them.Hank Dade drove the station-wagon well over the limit, weaving skillfully and aggressively in and out of the lanes of the Pennsylvania Turnpike as he overtook and passed the slower automobiles. Though his rear-view mirror was made completely useless as a safety measure by the luggage that blocked off the back window of the vehicle, he employed it quite frequently to look at the bashful and obviously uncomfortable young blonde who sat behind him and to his right. Occasionally their eyes would meet in the glass, and invariably she would blush and look away.Joe McClaine admired the older man's driving. He drove like he owned the road, drove with the intensity and concentration of a flier piloting a plane. Joe also admired Hank's wife, and though he sensed his own wife Lucy's angry disapproval, he found it almost impossible to keep his eyes off the inviting and almost unencumbered mounds of the older woman's breasts. In spite of their size, Sylvia Dade's breasts sagged but the slightest bit. It looked as if any minute her thin halter straps might give way, letting her voluptuous breasts burst completely into freedom, and the material of the brief garment was so flimsy he could make out the mouth-watering outline of her pink, wide-coronaed nipples."Anybody for lunch?" Hank Dade asked, nodding at the large green sign that indicated they would reach a gas station, hotel-restaurant ten miles up the road."I'm just starved," his wife Sylvia replied, her slightly hoarse and lusty voice the perfect vocal complement to her physical sexuality."I could go for a sandwich," said Joe, conscious of the fact that he and Lucy were going to have to watch carefully every cent of their dwindling supply of cash if they expected to reach California with a few dollars with which to begin their new life in the promised land of the West.Only Lucy refrained from voicing her opinion. Acutely aware of Hank Dade's eyes on her in the rear-view mirror, she crossed one of her slender bare forearms across the tightly brassiere-clad swells of her high firm breasts. But even though she avoided the older man's gaze, she could sense his eyes on her. He was looking at her as if she were a piece of meat on display, had been looking at her that way ever since the early morning when the four of them had embarked, and it irritated her to think that her husband wasn't sensitive enough to realize what his so called "friend" had on his mind."What about you, kid?" Hank said to the perturbed young blonde. "Feel like some grub?"Lucy met the older man's gaze briefly in the mirror and found herself wondering when she'd ever met anyone so capable, with just the most casual look, of giving her the creeps. Then she turned her eyes away from the mirror and shrugged. "I don't care.""Tired honey?" Joe asked, looking back over the seat at her.Lucy muttered a soft "no" and stared out the side window at the green pastureland flashing by, marred by the advertising billboards that lined the highway."I think Lucy's sorry to be leaving home," said Sylvia condescendingly."Oh no," Joe put in quickly. "We're not sorry to go. Are we babe?"Joe took Lucy's hand, clinging to it when she started to pull it away. But as she glanced briefly back at him she sensed his eager awareness of the teasingly exposed voluptuous body of the dark-haired woman sitting beside her.I'm ready to leave," Lucy said dutifully, staring back out the window."The East Coast is finished for me," Hank said. "My brother is cleaning up out West. And I'll guarantee you, anywhere he can make a buck his brother Hank can make ten.""I'll just be happy to get a job," said Joe. "Anything for a start.""You'll do all right." That was Sylvia again. "A good looking young man like yourself...."The words pierced Lucy's consciousness like small darts pricking her skin. Then she tuned the conversation out of her mind. She'd heard it all before in one form or another, many times during the two weeks that had elapsed since the two families had decided to pull up roots and go in search of a place where it was not so hard to earn a living.And of course Lucy knew that she and Joe did have to go. That was not what bothered her about this trip. Since the economy had started its present general decline, her husband had been laid off from one job after another, each increasingly menial and poorly paid. A week ago his unemployment benefits had expired. So they had to go, there was no question about that. It was traveling with Hank and Sylvia Dade that Lucy didn't like.Hank Dade was a salesman. When he worked, he worked door to door. He was also, Lucy was sure, a con-artist. Her husband had met him several weeks ago in a bar. Later they'd apparently been joined by Hank's wife Sylvia. And from the first words she'd heard about them, Lucy had been intuitively suspicious. When Joe had insisted the four of them get together for dinner and she had finally met his new friends, Lucy was certain her suspicions had not been unfounded. She'd always had trouble with lecherous older men and she could tell easily enough when one of them was interested in her body. And Hank Dade was interested, just as Sylvia Dade was obviously interested in Joe Bob. But what disturbed her even more was Joe's lack of sensitivity to the inherent danger in their relationship with the other couple. He idolized and envied Hank, even seemed to try to mimic him. He scoffed at Lucy's reservations, and he took no time to consider her opinions on the matter.Lucy let her thoughts drift, reflecting that the real heart of the problem was not the Dade's at all, but her deteriorating sexual relationship with her own husband, when Hank Dade swerved the station-wagon off the turnpike to the exit that let them to the sprawling Howard Johnson's motor hotel and she was snapped abruptly back from her reverie. Hank dropped the three of them off at the restaurant entrance, then went on to the gas pumps to fill it up.The three of them took a big corner booth and he joined them shortly afterward. The waitress took their orders and brought their food, a chicken-salad sandwich for Lucy, hamburgers for Sylvia and Joe and a big plate of spaghetti for Hank, washed down by a foamy mug of beer. As Hank described the Mexican border town across from El Paso, Texas, which he was determined to visit, Lucy picked disinterestedly at her food. Then she gave up entirely, left half the sandwich unfinished, and excused herself to go to the restroom.The blonde-haired young wife paused in the anteroom, studying her reflection in the three-quarter length mirror on the wall. Her clinging cotton dress teasingly revealed the lushly sensuous curves of her slender body, and her awareness of her sexual attractiveness only served to bring into even clearer focus the problem that had occupied her mind while in the car.Lucy had never had an orgasm. During the recent tense months her relationship with Joe Bob had been naturally strained, and the sexual problems had been accentuated. Vaguely, she sensed that Hank and Sylvia Dade recognized that she and Joe Bob were having problems, and worse, she sensed that they intended to exploit it somehow.The preoccupied young blonde turned suddenly away from the mirror and entered the door marked ladies. Emerging a few moments later, she was momentarily startled to see the door to the men's room opening and Hank Dade stepped out. He seemed not to even notice her, his mind concentrating on what he was doing, and when Lucy's eyes unwillingly followed his gaze, she gasped at the shocking sight that greeted her.Hank's trousers were still unzipped. He hadn't bothered to replace his penis back in his pants before coming out, and was just now doing so. Lucy's shocked eyes briefly glimpsed limber and limp in his hand, his long threatening uncircumcised snake-like instrument, as he unconcernedly pushed it back through the opening of his trousers.The whole thing happened in a split second, but she had seen it, seen it clearly in all its astonishing and frightening length, and the unexpected glimpse of it burned into her mind even after he had finished zipping up his pants. His penis appeared to be so huge she could hardly believe it was real. Soft as it was, it seemed to be almost twice as long as Joe's penis was when it was erect, and each time her husband made love to her, his hard penis was almost more than the fragile blonde could comfortable accommodate in her own tender little vaginal tightness.Lucy didn't know how long she stood there, spellbound, gawking straight at the crotch of Hank Dade's trousers. Only gradually did she realize that he had also stopped and was standing still before her. She felt the flush creep over her face as she slowly raised her eyes to see him staring back at her."Didn't expect to see you, kid," Dade said casually as if nothing at all had happened. Casually as if he hadn't just intentionally exposed himself to her. "Let's get back on the road," he continued. "Want to at least make Louisville by dark."Lucy turned abruptly away and went out of the ante-room. Still stunned by the shocking thing she'd just seen, she walked briskly back through the restaurant and out the exit onto the sunny mall.CHAPTER TWOThe walls of their room in the sleazy motel on the outskirts of Louisville were the kind of pale green one associates with prisons or mental institutions. The lighting was harsh accentuating the cracks in the flaking green paint. The faded flower-print bedspread reminded Lucy of Hank Dade's Hawaiian shirt.The sensuous young blonde closed the door, staring forlornly over the gloomy interior. She couldn't remember when she'd felt so on edge, so incapable of dealing with a situation. If what had happened today outside in the restrooms of the Howard Johnson's was an example of Hank Dade's idea of a joke, then he was even more warped than she'd originally suspected. She shuddered just to think of it, and she still couldn't rid her mind of the memory of his outrageously exposed cock. My God, it was so big! It was so threatening, so nakedly obscene! She could hardly believe a man could have a penis like that!Turning to face herself in the dresser mirror, Lucy began slowly to undo the buttons down the front of her dress. She desperately hoped Joe would join her soon. She'd left him drinking with the Dades in the bar across the street, but now she felt so terribly lonely and ill at ease. She needed his companionship and ... she needed to make love to him, to somehow reassure herself and reaffirm her bondage to him by giving him her sensuous and slender young body. It was a need Lucy hardly even comprehended herself, because lately she'd shown very little interest in sex. But suddenly she felt almost as passionate as she had during the early months of their marriage. Through the day she'd been plagued by a gnawing need she tried to repress, feeling that it was almost depraved in its obsession of her mind and being.Parting the material of her dress slowly away from the proud high-standing swells of her breasts, Lucy wiggled her hips slightly to shed the garment off her narrow waist and the flare of her tightly molded buttocks. The dress dropped down the length of her slender thighs to fall in a heap on the floor, and she quickly reached up behind her back and undid the snap of her brassiere, shrugging her shoulders slightly and working the straps down off her arms. The brassiere fluttered free and her rose-tipped nipples jutted to rigidity from their sudden contact with the cooler air. She observed the proud high firmness of her rounded breasts with a twinge of secret inner pride, then walked to the bed and pulled the top sheet back and slipped beneath it.Only moments later Lucy heard a crunching of footsteps in the gravel outside, then the door opened and Joe stepped through. He paused just inside, looking down at her with eyes that were slightly glazed from the alcohol he'd drunk, his gaze running slowly over her body outlined by the sheet falling lightly over the supple curves of her flesh. Then he looked back at her face, feeling the first excited stirrings of his cock in his trousers as he recognized in her soft blue eyes a look of willingness and passion he hadn't observed since the first few hopeful weeks after they were married. This afternoon she'd been angry at him for the attention he'd paid Sylvia Dade. Perhaps now that anger had turned to passion."Are you coming to bed?" Lucy asked, her seductive mood manifesting itself in her tone of voice."Yeah, right away." Joe hesitated thoughtfully. "Did you mean what I thought you meant a little while ago?""When?""When you said you wanted to go to bed. You didn't mean you wanted to go to sleep?" Lucy almost managed to say it, but a remnant of her puritanical upbringing stopped her at the last minute. "I'm not ... asleep am I?" she asked finally, managing a self-conscious smile.Joe grinned with understanding. Then without further hesitation he walked over and sat down beside his wife on the edge of the bed, leaning over toward her and sliding his strong arms beneath the sheet and under her back as he kissed her on the lips.But in spite of all the hints she'd given him, he still wasn't prepared for her lusty response. Instead of resisting as he pushed his tongue between her lips and teeth, she opened her mouth wide in lewd invitation, sucking on it hungrily as she squirmed her naked body eagerly up against him. He held her tightly to him, almost bruising her lips with the urgent pressure of his mouth as he immediately felt his cock begin to elongate toward erection inside his confining shorts.He could feel the trembling of her body and hear the strained hoarseness of her breathing. She wanted it tonight. She wanted to give herself to him and he couldn't help hoping that the change in her attitude would somehow effect a physical change as well. He couldn't help hoping that tonight she wouldn't tense up and go frigid just at the point when she should be getting her climax.Joe broke away from their extended kiss, panting to catch his own breath as he stared hungrily down at Lucy. Again his eyes traced the outline of her voluptuous body beneath the sheet. Then he seized the thin cotton sheet and drew it slowly down off her shoulders, over the full round swells of her nakedly swollen breasts, down to reveal her thinly clinging little panties which in their near transparency barely covered the inviting blonde triangle of soft cunt-hair nestled between her thighs.Feeling his cock surge to greater hardness inside his trousers, the excited young husband returned his gaze to his aroused wife's nakedly exposed breasts. He licked his lips in anticipation at the slight trembling of her body as she waited prone before him. Then he quickly leaned lower, hearing the low gasp that welled in her throat as he took one of the already rigid nipples between his lips."Oooooooh," Lucy purred. She'd been in a tense and vulnerable state all day, but now she felt more aware of her body, of her own still untapped womanhood, than she had in ages. Her whole body was tingling electrically from the contact of Joe Bob's lips on her hard little nipple, and his lips pulled and sucked it to an even more rigidly tingling erection, his hand massaging and caressing softly over her other fully rounded breast.Joe listened to Lucy's servile moans of surrender as they grew more pronounced with every move he made, and he ran his hand down from her breasts and over the smooth plane of her softly rounded belly, his fingers probing cautiously down beneath the tight elastic waistband of her sheer panties and into the soft silken tangle of cunt-hair between her thighs. He felt her tense slightly as he extended his middle finger, brushing it lightly over the sensitive bud of her clitoris. And then she squirmed her naked breast even more eagerly against his face as he stroked down the entire length of the already moistened slit of her cunt."Ooooouuuuuuuu!" Lucy whimpered from the heated sensation that surged suddenly through her belly. She let her long gold-tanned legs splay out wide apart on the bed to give him even greater access to her welcoming cunt, and she put all other problems from her mind and concentrated on the lewd pleasure she derived from the contact of his hand on her clitoris and the slit of her pussy as she felt the first drops of moisture ooze sensuously out into the golden strands of hair that lined the lips of her forbidden little vaginal orifice.Joe continued the teasing movements of his extended middle finger up and down Lucy's lust-tingling cunt-lips, his thumb tweaking with maddening effect over the pulsing bud of her clitoris. Then, suddenly determined to have his wife completely naked before he continued his assault, he drew his hand out from between her thighs and urgently began to tug her panties downward off the ripely-clenching flare of her buttocks.Lucy obediently arched her hips up off the softness of the bed, kicking her panties off her ankles as Joe Bob's hand returned to her lust-burning loins. She gasped at the renewed contact of his finger on her little clitoral bud, shivering in eager anticipation as he hesitated momentarily before thrusting his outstretched middle finger straight up into the elastic opening of her moistly heated cunt, working the probing finger gradually deeper and deeper up into the clasping inner folds of her flesh until it was buried to the knuckle and his palm pressed flat against the searing plane of her nakedly exposed cunt.Joe gazed hungrily down at his wife's pronely surrendered young body. His burgeoning cock felt like it was about to rip open the fly of his trousers and he could see that she was almost as excited as he was. This was a mood he hadn't encountered in Lucy for a long time and he was determined to exploit it to the fullest. He wanted to make it better for her tonight than it had ever been before. He wanted to make her cum. And he was willing to do whatever he could to accomplish his goal.Lucy moaned distantly, her naked body trembling as her husband suddenly slid down lower beside her on the bed. Then her eyes opened wide with surprise as Joe suddenly leaned over her and lowered his face down toward her wide-spread thighs. For a moment she didn't realize what he was doing. Then he dropped his head lower, and his tongue suddenly flicked from his mouth to come into lewdly chilling contact with the sensitive flesh between her navel and the first silken blonde curls of the hair of her cunt. She snapped out of her state of delirium."No!" she protested, raising her head to stare in shock down between her naked breasts at the sight of Joe's face hovering over her defenseless loins. "No, don't do that," she pleaded as he gazed lustfully back at her.Abruptly, she jerked as she heard the door to the next room open and two sets of footsteps walking into the room. My God, she thought, the walls were paper thin and for a minute she feared Hank Dade and Sylvia might be able to hear her loud breathing or even the frantic beating of her heart.Lucy stared back down over the naked softness of her lustfully writhing body as Joe's darting tongue trailed down on her legs to tickle the soft inner flesh of her thigh. Then, hardly able to bear the maddening sensation building unwanted through her loins as a result of the illicit oral contact, she reached down into his hair and jerked his face forcibly away.