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CHAPTER ONEIt was a hot summer in Florida and the citizens of Lundville were busy seeking relief from the humid heat. Carol Lynn was no exception. She had just returned from water skiing. She was a good skier and could ride the single ski with ease. It was good exercise and Carol's legs were extremely shapely and brown. The trim whiteness of her upper thighs showed from under the bikini bottom that she wore. She wore the suit even to the grocery store and on her way home in the car. She was mildly disturbed by the fact that she was locked out of her house. If only Lee, her husband, were not always away on business trips, she would not be alone and expected to handle such trivial matters. Then she could get the key from him.She heard someone pulling up in the driveway of their new neighbors next door. Turning, almost dropping her armload of groceries, she saw a tall, lithe, slightly older man driving into Mitzi Bramwell's driveway. He was also wearing a bathing suit and tee-shirt, and Carol could see how beautifully firm and lean he was."How's the water?" she called in a warm, friendly voice.The handsome stranger straightened up immediately and wheeled around to see who was talking to him, water still dripping from his body, and he was excited and happy. He smiled back broadly as he took in Carol's firm young body."The water's great," he shouted over to her. "As hot as it is out here, it's a real relief. I'm Carter Bramwell, Mitzi's husband. You must be Mrs. Lynn. Mitzi led me to believe you were an ... well, an older woman.""I hope she didn't say anything bad about me," Carol returned. The thought of the swapping club she belong to had crossed her mind and she was in no position at present to let it be widely known that she was a member. She was certain that her own husband, Lee, would fly apart if he ever found out that she had been cheating behind his back, and enjoying every minute of it, while he was off on one of his frequent business trips."No, as a matter-of-fact, she thinks you are the greatest," Carter said as he walked carefully over the hot sidewalk in his bare feet. "She's told me how you kept her company and helped out with good advice when she really needed it. I want you to know, I really appreciate all you have done while I've been away. I mean it!""Oh, what advice did Mitzi mention?" Carol asked, her fears increasing as she recalled how she had tried to persuade the older woman into fending off loneliness by joining the local group. She had explained how harmless it was, just a little sex between friends. Perhaps Mitzi had even been silly enough, in her innocence, to tell Carter how Carol had pointed out that sex was the easiest way in the world to remedy the melancholy that a wife feels when her man is not home. Maybe he knew about her approaches and was just playing, toying with her. At any second he could deliver an angry rebuke and say that she had no right to interfere. Especially when that interference meant that his beautiful blonde wife would have been expected to willingly go to bed with another man. The worst of it was, if Mitzi had told Carter, his anger would be all for nothing. For the silly bitch had flatly refused Carol's offer to join the group. Mitzi had said something about not being "able to betray Carter that way.""Oh, nothing I can remember," Carter said in his deep masculine voice, still puffing a little as he hopped across a space of lawn and approached the younger woman, holding out his hand to shake. "I guess the most important thing of all was that she had you to talk to. Someone as sensible as you.""Well, is that all!" Carol laughed, inwardly relieved as she realized that Carter Bramwell had not been told a thing. She was also relieved for another reason. Standing up close to him, she saw that this Carter Bramwell was even more good-looking and sexy than she had thought at first glance. His chest was broad, his waist small, and his arms were deeply tanned and brawny, powerful and strong. She also noticed by the heavy bulge at the crotch of his snug-fitting swimsuit that he was hung like a bull. Lord, if Mitzi should decide to come around and tell him about the group, there might just be a chance they would join, she thought. The Bramwell couple would be excellent material and she knew well enough that fresh talent was always welcome. As long as the newcomers followed the rules."Yeah, that's all," he assured her after a moment, "but she never did get around to telling me you were so good looking." He was obviously distracted by Carol's stunning appearance. He estimated her age to be, more or less, about five years younger than he and Mitzi were. Even the way Carol was standing there holding an armload of groceries, it was easy for him to tell that underneath her swimsuit, this young woman was earthy and voluptuous. Her full large breasts strained noticeably against the grocery bags, making them hard for her to hold. Carter took them from her arms. Her breasts fell naturally inside the bathing suit top once again. Christ, he had thought the woman next door was some old biddy who had nothing better to do in life than bake cookies and talk about the past, not a hot looking young number like this!"Is there something wrong?" Carol asked, smiling to herself. She knew that he was trying to guess how she looked totally naked, and probably wondering how good a fuck she was too. His eyes were roving over her like hungry little animals and he seemed totally unaware of the long silence between them. Well, she mused, he might have a chance to find out, and the sooner the better."No, no, nothing. I was just thinking that you ought to get these groceries in the refrigerator. They might spoil in this heat," he said, realizing that she must have caught him staring. "I know your husband's away, Mitzi told me. I'd like to do you a favor. I mean, something to show how much I appreciate you ... how you kept my wife company.""That would be nice, Carter, but I can handle the groceries. But, I have locked myself out of the house. Could you please boost me up to the window?" she said with a little wink. She was both amused and excited by him. She knew perfectly well why he was fumbling with words as they stood in the driveway. Their eyes explored each other and sometimes met in long meaningful looks that were like previews of what could happen if the circumstances were right. She was enjoying her momentary sexual power over him and admitted to herself that she liked the idea of being able to arouse Mitzi's virile husband. It filled Carol with a special sense of her own appeal and for once she was not at all sorry that Lee was out of town. For that matter, she was glad!"I'll be happy to help out any way I can," Carter enthused, "but first, let me carry these packages for you. I'll blaze a trail for you and you can follow me.""Okay, if you insist, you can get them inside for me," she agreed with a shy coy smile. When they reached the entrance landing, Carol rummaged in mock desperation through her purse. Making one last effort to try and find her key. Then she led Carter around to a side window and asked him to help her climb up through the open window. As he gave her a lift Carter's strong hands felt the softness of her firm young body as she wriggled seductively from his arms and shimmied through the open window. Moments later she appeared at the door."If you'll put them down there, Carter, I'll take care of them later," she said as she opened it for him to enter with the groceries. "I'll go turn on the air conditioner. In the meantime, why don't you fix us a drink. A nice cold one."Carter's facial features showed clearly that there was a struggle taking place within him. Should he take her up on the invitation, which could be more than an invitation for a drink, or go home to Mitzi? Surely by now she knew he was home from swimming, and was no doubt peering out the window to see where he was."Thanks, Mrs. Lynn, but I'd better go home before it gets any later. Mitzi probably wonders where I am." he answered apologetically, anxious to escape temptation, but hating himself for not daring to exploit the attractive situation before him."Well, suit yourself. Perhaps another time when you're not so rushed," Carol purred suggestively. "But please, don't call me Mrs. Lynn. It sounds so stuffy and makes me feel much older than I am. Just call me Carol. A man like you ought to know what a woman likes to be called." Her voice was low and throaty as she stared provocatively at the flustered young husband, then walking up to him she placed a light surprising kiss on his lips."That's for being such a big help," she said sweetly. "Tell Mitzi I'll be by tomorrow for a visit."She watched him through the window next to the front door as he made his way back over the hot sidewalk. She saw him wave and try to explain something as he faced the front of his house. Then after nodding towards the house, Carol saw him cross back again to her own driveway and wave one last time as he disappeared inside the door. She had also been tempted. Tempted to take advantage of her neighbor's youthful desire for her. She knew that one wrong move now might ruin everything and spoil her chances to get all that she wanted in the future. It was better, she decided, to work it so that Carter and his wife would become members of the swapping group. That way she could get her hands on the muscular older man any time she wanted to and still have her share of other men in the club as well. And why not? She had met the requirement for membership: she had recruited a person of the opposite sex, Bill Watson. There was no reason why she should not enjoy all the privileges. It was just damned lucky for her, she thought, that there was no rule saying the recruit had to be your own husband. For God knows, Lee, as crude and horny as he usually was, would never agree to let another man take her to bed. He would never understand that club members never allowed things to go beyond the purely physical stage.Carol's thoughts turned then to Carter Bramwel again and what a great sex partner he would surely be with a little practice. It was evident that even though he was older, he had not had much experience with real women or he would have taken her up on what she had made fairly clear was an invitation to take her to bed. She had been with a man similar to Carter, as far as experience was concerned, at the last group-sex session the week before. She felt a slight electric tingle dart thrillingly between her thighs as she remembered that night. She could not even recall his name but she could never forget how his eyes had played over her naked well-rounded body as she lay waiting for him on the bed. She had felt tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of her skin. He had stopped for a moment to gaze at her lovely, large high set breasts peaked by the light brown nipples. Then his eyes had flicked lower to drink in the delicious sweep of her long, gradually rounded thighs. She had watched his hungry young gaze probe down between her slightly, and very purposely, spread legs to feast on the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the soft pubic hair covering her loins."God, I'm getting hot just thinking about it," Carol said aloud, as though someone invisible were standing beside her to hear. She turned away from the window and started up the half dozen stairs to the living room level, shrugging out of her swimsuit top as she went. When she had adjusted the air conditioning and felt drafts of cool air pouring over her warm breasts, she sat down on the plush down-stuffed couch and kicked off her shoes. It was impossible for her to shake the thought of Carter Bramwel and the stimulating memory of her recent round of lovemaking at the last meeting. She gritted her teeth tightly as she felt the familair feeling of passion ripple slowly, then faster and faster through the tips of her nerves.She could no longer resist the overpowering urge to touch herself and lifted her buttocks off the couch to slip the bikini bottoms down over the smooth tanned lushness of her thighs. She pictured the exciting bulge in Carter's swimsuit and then allowed her mind to flash back to the sight of the nameless man at the meeting. He stood over her by the bed with his long, thick penis jutting out in anticipation of the fuck she was going to give him. Now, as if in a dream, she moved her hands up to her big swelling breasts and began to massage them as they shook, searching for the trembling nipples and finally trapping them between her fingers. She kneaded them, pulling until it felt as though she would pull them loose from the quivering mounds. Then she groaned and turned over onto her palpitating belly, pressing the erect button of her clitoris tightly against the corded edge of the couch. She was hoping to somehow extinguish the fire that was raging there. But it was not enough and she found herself burrowing down harder. Finally she released her tortured breasts, and groped down between the couch and her stomach to fondle the moist, throbbing curls of her pubic hair. She opened her legs wider, one knee almost touching the floor and the other scissored open and high on the soft couch cushions. She could feel her moist little cuntal hole now pulsing hotly against the tips of her fingers which drew the thin, narrow furrow further apart, exposing the lips of her throbbing cunt to the cool air flooding the room. With a low moan, she sank one of her middle fingers deep up into the viscous wet, softly fringed mouth. She felt relieved for a moment and held her breath, but it was still not enough and her desire flamed higher. The inferno inside her was raging more intensely, demanding more, more to quench its lewd hunger. She slipped in another finger, moving all the way up on the couch in order to draw her knees up under her body to a kneeling position. Her naked buttocks were waving salaciously around behind her in the air.Oh Lord, if only she could have a cock fucking up into her cunt from back there now, she yearned, the vision of that last session still racing through her lust-fogged mind. It was as if she were there now, down on her hands and knees over that young man's loins, stroking his stiff cock with one hand and at the same time scratching lightly with her fingernails at the hairy sac of his balls and cupping them with her other hand. He had groaned and thrust his hips upward involuntarily as the warm wetness of her parted lips closed delicately over the throbbing head of his delicious penis. He had reached down and tangled his hands roughly in her hair to control the rhythm of her sucking motions. Lifting his head a few inches from the pillow he had watched his penis filling her mouth and spreading it until her lips were thin, a soft lipsticked oval encircling him. She knew that he had been all the more excited by the sight of his thickness buried wetly up between her eagerly sucking lips.The maddening stimulation of the memory brought Carol to ever rising heights of passion and she slithered her fingers in and out up into the moistness of her cunt in time to the picture in her mind. She remembered bobbing up and down like a primitive savage on that virile young stranger's gorgeous cock. She rocked back on her knees against her fingers, ramming them deeper inside her. But it only drove her wilder. In desperation, she withdrew one hand from beneath her and reached up over her buttocks to search the soft wet crevice. Finally she inserted a finger deep into the tiny puckered anal opening between her naked ivory ass cheeks. She gasped as in her haste she accidentally nipped a fingernail into the soft fleshy inner walls, sending a sudden jolt of pain through her erotically contorted body. She paused for a moment, shivering as the slight stinging sensation subsided, and once again started the obscene fingerfucking of her asshole and cunt. Her full round breasts swung to and fro as she moved. The lust-hardened little nipples were brushing sensuously down against the velvety surface of the cushions as they danced beneath her kneeling torso. Wonderful flashes of electric sensation raced through every atom of her being as she fingerfucked herself and continued to picture that night. But now the man whose cock she was sucking had a different face! Suddenly she realized that it was Carter Bramwel's face, the handsome face of her new neighbor, Mitzi's husband.The picture in her mind changed, became more exciting, and she imagined herself sucking harder. Actually trying to swallow the hardened penis until almost all of it seemed to disappear with each lusty thrust he made. Then only an inch or so at the base showed white and gleaming outside her moist lips. She was flicking her hot tongue over it, giving the head a nerve tingling lick on the down stroke and making it throb and jerk as though a live twitching heart were beating inside. She could envision the sight of her own lips being pulled out obscenely as she clung to the hard flesh of his penis and sucked like a starving woman.In her imagination she could hear Carter's deep, virile voice commanding her:"Suck it, Carol, suck it," he growled, dropping his head back heavily on the pillow and forcing her head down harder with both hands until her red lips were pressed fully into the reddish brown pubic hair at the base of his cock."Suck harder!" the lusty man in Carol's mind ordered. He grunted as she slaved over him. Her entire body was beginning to gleam from the sheen of female sweat forming all over her skin. God, she loved it! She would rather suck cocks than almost anything else in the whole world!She knew that pressure was building in the huge hairy balls. She knew it would not be long now. To her, his cock felt like it was filled with hot lead and was ready to explode like the bursting of a giant balloon. One that would spew its insides for miles in every direction. Carter shoved his loins up hard against her face.Hearing her protesting mumble and not caring, not heeding anything but his quest for the wonderful end of his combination pleasure and pain that was building higher and higher towards the breaking point."Aaaaahhh! Suck it, you bitch, suck, keep sucking!" she heard her brawny neighbor gasp as he wound his hands tighter and more viciously in her hair. She saw in her mind's eye that his lips were bared back over his white teeth as though he were being tortured on the rack by sexual fiends. She felt his jerking cock set up a series of wild staccato throbbings that flooded her mouth with gush after gush of hot, white sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with-each great creamy spurt until Carol was forced to swallow to keep from choking as she mewled and crooned over his hotly writhing groin."Don't stop, don't stop!" Carter moaned incoherently as he convulsively rammed his spurting cock farther and farther down Carol's hungrily constricting throat. Oh, she wanted it. Every last drop of all his precious liquid sperm. She kept on sucking crazily as he continued to shoot the full load deep, deep into her. Then, with one last bed shaking groan, he emptied the final squirt of his cum into her mouth, but she went on nibbling at the spent cock. Gently, she pulled and sucked until she was certain that there was nothing left."Oh Christ, Carter, more, I want more cock!" Carol half-shouted into the quiet living room, waving her ripely rounded buttocks more wildly than ever as she plunged the fingers of both hands into her own lust drenched pussy and anus. She fingerfucked herself harder and faster, sinking the wet, dually pistoning fingers inside her all the way up to the palms of her hands.Her lovely, beautiful young face was twisted with passion and her cheeks flushed a crimson color as she felt it coming, arriving with an almost paralyzing current in her belly. She clung hard to the last remnants of her sanity. She was teetering on the brink of release, her whole body vibrating. Then the hot female juices gushed out around her frantically fucking fingers, covering her hands and running down the inside of her quivering thighs to the bend in her knees, pooling hotly there as though waiting for more."Aaaaaahhhh, oooohhhhh!" she gasped, her voice pitching out and reverberating from wall to wall of the room. It came from signaling the intense bliss she was feeling.Gradually, the waves of pleasure lessened and became weaker, until finally she was afraid they were over altogether. But Carol still wanted more, the real thing! She stayed on her knees, bent forward on her shoulders like a common slave. She could not bring herself to withdraw the fingers from the two upraised passages up between her legs until the last dying throbs of orgasm had stilled her body. At last, after what seemed an eternity, she pulled her hands back and the fingers slithered wetly from her partially satiated cunt and rectum. She then lowered herself down until she lay full length on the soft couch and felt her own cum stain pooling where her lower tummy pressed against it on the cushion. When she had regained her breath a little, she rolled limply over on her side and allowed her thoughts to ramble on about Carter for several moments. She relished the mental picture she had made of sucking him off and swirling his warm masculine cum hotly around in her mouth.