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This is a Vintage Erotic, Adult Novel... Full of sexual adventures... Involving a sexy and Seductive girl... Full of Sex, Surprises and Unusual Naughty Twists.
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Swaps In Color
CHAPTER ONE"I didn't know these cabin walls were so thin," Phil Ray whispered to his pretty, leggy young wife. "Sounds like John and Rita are really balling."Anna Ray smiled and shivered. There could be no mistake about the creaks and bumps from the adjoining unit occupied by Anna's close friend and her handsome husband. Thump, thump, thump--then a long pause. They were fucking."Sounds like fun!" Anna breathed. The four had been down on the beach earlier, drinking beer and horsing around in the water of Moon Lake, north of Spokane. At times like this, Anna could almost forget the thing that had been gnawing at her for years..."Ohhhhh--honey!" came faintly from the bedroom beyond the cabin wall. Rita's voice.Anna, wearing a shorty nightie, resting on the bed at Phil's left, felt her pussy burn with rich anticipation. Phil's prick was making a tent in his pyjamas."Play with me, honey," Anna whispered, spreading her long black thighs. "I'm turning on."Phil smiled in the subdued light of the cabin bedroom. His right hand traveled thrillingly between her legs, working inward. Her hard, prominent titties, which he had fondled while they had been swimming, ached with anticipation.A vibrant, feminine cry of delight knifed through the wall. "OHHH-John! I'm coming!"Creak, creak, creak. Wait. Rattle, rattle, rattle!The bed in John and Rita's room sounded like it was coming apart."Oh, God, that's sexy!" Anna breathed, reaching for Phil's pyjama-covered prick.His fingers touched Anna's pussy; she wiggled her hips, curving her ass higher. Her cunt was wet, her labia expanded. The tip of his play-finger slid up and down her shivery crevice. Her clitoris was very stiff; she could see the end of her little pecker sticking out from the pink folds of her pussy.She pulled her nightie down so he could get at her titties; she purred with pleasure as he teased her cunt, fondling her whole exposed crotch, pressing the tender flesh."I love it, honey!" she panted.His big, long cock was out of his pyjamas now. What a wonderful piece of white male-meat! He was uncircumcised; the foreskin was stretched tightly around the swollen glans. Nine inches of prick. Wetness glistened on the knob. She was crazy about holding it and looking at it and playing with it. She hoped someday he would let her suck it.But when he mounts me and puts it in me is when the badness starts, she thought. I'm half-Negro, I'm pretty and leggy and I know I look very sexy, and I DO love all kinds of sex-play; a young colored gal is supposed to be a real hot fuck... I go through the motions, I'm very active, underneath or on top, but I can't GO OFF with a prick in my pussy!She knew the reason, but the less she remembered the better.The bed in the adjoining cabin bumped dangerously; part of the frame was knocking against the wall. Wham, wham, wham!A fierce wail of feminine delight bladed Anna's ears. Rita's having her cock-come! Anna thought, enviously. I'll bet her soft white pussy is jumping and throbbing around John's diving prick!Now a male groan of completion could be heard, all too clearly. They were going off together, the way a girl and a man should."They really go at it, huh?" Phil murmured, teasing Ann's tender clitoris."Oh, you know it!" Anna cooed, shivering with joy. The noises, the bleating voices, seemed to make her thrills sharper, more delightful. Sure, it was a kind of voyeurism, but how could they keep from listening?A few more bed-creaks came from the next cabin unit, then a grateful silence.Phil's play-finger ran sweetly into Anna's cunt and she gasped. "Ohhh, honey! Kiss my titties--I'm about to make out!"She suddenly remembered something that had happened out in the water. Phil had been talking to Rita, standing close to the pretty, plump blonde, and John had slid his hand playfully around Anna's waist. The two couples double-dated a lot, being next-door neighbors and good friends; they had changed partners at dances, and Anna knew John was interested.His hand had glided from her waist down to her bikini panties and he had pressed it boldly with his fingers. Recklessly, appreciating his male appeal and the fact that he didn't look down on her because she was colored, she had hunched on his palm.She had been glad the water shielded their movements. Rita's giggles indicated Phil was probably sneaking a feel or two also. Rita, only twenty-three, a year younger than Anna, was deliciously curved and padded. Her big sloping titties were marvelous.Anna had experienced a keen, sensuous thrill from the brief caress, but before the thing had gone very far, Rita and Anna had pulled away. Walking out of the water, the girls had exchanged knowing glances that seemed to say: That was fun! We ought to do it oftener! A married guy likes to touch something new once in a while, and a married girl does too.As Anna felt the honeyed shivers start in her pussy, as Phil rolled her stinging clitoris, as his lips took a stiff, tingly nipple and sucked it, she thought sneakily, I wonder if I could go off with JOHN'S prick in my fun-hole?"OHHH, Phil, honey!" she cried, softly. She decided in a split second to be as explicit in her expression of pleasure as Rita had been. Naturally, she knew all the words, as every hip gal did--but was it nice to say them? If the plush, sexy blonde could, then she, Anna, might as well!"OHHH--I'm coming good!" Anna cried, fiercely.The jazzy, sparkly shivers that burst in her loins had a bonus sweetness! She kicked her long legs and bucked her ass and panted through her climax, shaking the bed. The feel of his big cock in her fingers enriched her throbbing pleasure.This is my vacation come, she thought, deliciously. This is my beer and bikini and loving tickle-come I've been needing all day! Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, it's delish'! I hope John and Rita heard me yell.As she coasted flutteringly down from her orgasm, Phil's head lifted from her titties."Say, you had a dandy, darling!" he breathed, nuzzling her breasts."Honey, you always make it good for me," she gasped."Are you sure those sounds didn't help some?" he teased, patting her cunt.She lanced her fingers through his dark, wavy hair, moistening her full lips with a restless tongue. "Maybe, just a little!" she giggled cozily."It's pretty sexy hearing somebody going at it," he smiled.She sighed, relaxing, caressing his prick with feathery touches. She was glad it was brown, not black. Don't think about that, now! I'll give Phil a real good fuck as soon as he wants it."Should we tell them to do their thing in their living room, honey?" Anna breathed."Hell, no!"He slipped across her and stood up, taking off his pyjamas. She looked adoringly at his strong, muscular body; he was one of the top golfers at the Fairlawn Country Club, where he was on the board of trustees. Phil was an insurance broker in Spokane, very successful.As far as that went, John Decker was doing very well, too. He owned a big Ford agency downtown. The couples lived in one of Spokane's best residential districts on Clover Hill, south of the city. Neither girl had thought about children yet; they had been married only two years. This was the fun time of life.The four could have gone to one of the plusher resort spots, but John had heard some good things about Moon Lake; it wasn't crowded; it might be a lark to 'rough it' at a smaller watering spot. The adjoining cabins had been Rita's idea. No other rental units were close, and the lake was just a short walk from the double cabin. Farther around the tree-bordered lake was a store and tavern and a boat-rental establishment.Anna sat up on the bed and lifted the filmy red nightie over her dark, wavy hair. She was glad it wasn't kinky. She was also glad she had inherited her father's Caucasian features, although her fullish, sensual mouth had been handed down to her from her full-blooded Negro mother.Despite the fact that mixed marriages were more common nowadays, she realized that Phil had gambled by marrying her. She was well-educated, she had been raised in a good home, she had modeled at some of Spokane's fancier department stores, but she was still 'colored'. Some of the people at the country club looked down at her, and some of the bitches were obviously envious of her looks and figure, her sexiness; however, Phil was influential, he was proud of her, and she would never forget the time he had knocked a man on his ass for making a slurring remark about her ancestry.She was crazy about him, and right from the start--when he had made out with her the first time--she had made up her mind to please and satisfy him in every way possible. He had never said one word about the fact that he hadn't picked her cherry.That big black sonofabitch with his awful big cock... he raped me when I was eighteen. Is it going to haunt me all my life? Don't think about it NOW! Oh, God--if only I could burn it out of my memory!A faint creaking and rattling of bed springs from the next cabin brought her startlingly back to reality."Say, they're going at it again!" Phil chuckled, returning to the bed, swinging down on her right."Should we go out to the living room, honey?" she asked, smiling."Hell, I don't mind if you don't, long legs.""I guess I can stand it!" she murmured, opening her thighs. I hope he plays me and tickles me into another come, she thought. Because when he puts it IN me I turn off. I have to ACT.She loved his expression 'long legs'. He liked to have her wear miniskirts and snug sweaters and blouses, bikinis and snug playsuits. She had never needed a girdle or bra, although she wore the latter for decoration. Phil called her a 'solid-sender'. He said her long thighs and hard, pointy breasts were very sexy.She had another secret she guarded from him as best she could. Phil was thirty-five and his sex drives were slowing somewhat, but hers were growing. After her horrible experience at eighteen, she had started masturbating for relief; she hadn't dated anyone until she was almost twenty, and then she hadn't let any of the men, all of them white, go the route.Phil had been the second man who had ever screwed her, put it in her. Her discovery that she couldn't respond with his prick inside had almost caused her to break off their engagement. But he had been so considerate with her, so attentive and sincere, she had given in.She had to pretend to come when he bucked and moaned and shot his hot fuck-stuff up into her cunt. Poor guy, he had been cheated. She had to fake her pleasure when the prick-thrusts started; sometimes she had to grit her teeth and close her eyes and hope it would soon be over! Every time he crawled between her legs, with his cock aiming at her pussy, the old horror of that rape came flooding back through her being.I wish he would suck my pussy and let me suck his prick, she thought wistfully. Maybe that would prepare me for the jabs.She had thought about going to a shrink with her problem, but Phil would find out; he knew too many people. Then there would be embarrassing explanations, more confusions. She kept hoping that she could lick it herself, but after two years--?Here she was, a 'high yellow', supposed to be a tiger in bed, a real hot fuck, and she couldn't turn on with her husband's cock in her cooze! Fondling and kissing and tittie-play turned her wild; she could come off repeatedly when her clitoris and nipples were skillfully teased, when her long legs and rounded ass were pressed and worked on, but the actual fucking dismayed her.Nothing, absolutely nothing, happened inside her cunt when she went off. She had experimented with herself countless times. She could even tighten the muscles of her vagina, which she did for Phil, to give him his full measure of enjoyment. She had read books on the sexual function, searching for an answer.She certainly wasn't the only girl in the world with this particular problem. She had what one doctor called a 'clitorial fixation'. He claimed that any woman who couldn't experience a total vaginal orgasm in intercourse was basically 'frigid'. Other experts didn't agree. A female orgasm, no matter how inspired, was the goal; women were different in the kind and intensity of sexual responses.She had considered buying herself a dildo and 'practicing', to see if she could overcome her fear of pricks, but she hated the whole idea.She had to admit, too, that sometimes her climaxes didn't quite satisfy her needs. Sometimes, after several, whether with Phil or alone, she couldn't sleep well; there still was a kind of nagging ache in her loins, her nerves weren't completely balmed.When she had read that some women couldn't reach any kind of orgasm, she had felt not quite so inadequate. She was young yet. Sooner or later she would be able to take Phil's cock with utter abandon and really swing!Creak, creak, creak! came distinctly from the adjoining cabin bedroom. Anna's pussy was wet again; she imagined what was going on next door. Rita claimed she loved to top-ride; was she above him now, stroking on his cock, weaving her white, soft ass around, waving her big titties in his face? Was her pussy fluttering with sweet anticipation?"OHHHH!" came Rita's plaintive, sexy cry.Phil brought his mouth down on Anna's eager, opened lips; the slide of his tongue ignited furious thrills along her body. She knew now he was going to play her into another orgasm before he mounted her. She was dreamy with gratitude. She gripped his prick again and stroked her tongue voluptuously around his diving probe.His hand was making her titties burn and tingle. Her nipples were spiked and tender. She wiggled her hips and rubbed her right thigh against his body.Bump, bump, pound! The noise kited Anna's passion. A loud, feminine moan of pure delight penetrated the separating wall. I'll bet Rita IS on top! Tomorrow I'll ask her about it. Sexy.She's coming again! Rita thought, dizzy with need. She curved her hips in a way that she knew would draw Phil's hand down to her drippy, achy cunt. And sure enough, his fingers traveled sweetly down her tummy, into her crotch. She clutched his shoulders with her left hand and arm, she arched her pussy high...His fingers settled on her shivery twat; he played with the puffy, moist labia, he tickled her burning clitoris; she stroked her tongue furiously up into his mouth--and finally she had to swerve her lips away so she could breathe freely.His head moved to her titties, she curved them higher. Just as his mouth covered a whole breast, just as his tongue coiled around a nipple, just as his play-finger played with her stiff clit, she felt the hot, quick lash of her come."OHHH-OHHHH-I'm coming big!" Rita's loud wail of triumph, as the bed in the other room seemed to rattle as if it were coming apart, Anna roared into her sweetest twitches."OHHHHH!" Anna shouted. "Here it COMES!"The beat, beat, beat of her climax made her bottom toss, her legs vibrate. It was even better than the first come. Something far inside her pelvis tingled juicily, and then the heaven returned to its proper point of sensitivity, her flaming clitoris.She bucked and moaned and writhed. Phil's cock tensed in her fingers. Oh, surely he wasn't going off! In one way, she wished he would, though. Sometimes he did spurt out in the air... or against her crotch. But he deserved his cunt-slides, his fucking.When her fun was through, she quieted and breathed her thanks. "Honey, you're so good to me.""You're my nice, hot baby," he murmured, and now he was sliding above her. She held his cock, guiding it toward her pussy. She spread her long thighs and tilted her ass up. His handsome face was deeply flushed, the passion was bright in his eyes.Oh, damn! she thought. I'm getting that old fear again...She closed her eyes and released his cock as the big head began to spread her tender, wet labia. The horrid image of that huge black beast returned to her mind. She remembered the knifing pain, the blood... the knife that he had, which he had threatened her with... his funky, sweaty odor, the stink of his breath... then her scream of hurt, until he clapped a hand over her mouth..."--You been twitchin' that pretty ass up an' down the street, baby, drivin' me crazy! You need fuckin' and I'm the one that's goin' to get that ripe, sweet little cherry! Damn you, hol' still! You ever turn me in, I kill you, understan'? You think you pretty fancy stuff, bein' half-white. I show you how a real nigger fucks, baby--" She had been wild with fear. They were in a dark alley; she had been walking home from a movie... and this big figure had stepped out of a doorway, grabbing her, clamping a hand over her mouth..."--I'm gonna fill that young cunt of yours with black nigger come, baby. I'll bring you down where you belongs! I'm gonna stretch that pussy and make you faint, unnerstan'?--"CHAPTER TWO"Anna, meet Sue Benson," Rita said, brightly.Anna had just stepped out of her side of the double cabin, dressed in a snug white play-and-sun suit; she had heard girlish laughter and had wondered who Rita was visiting with. Now she knew."Well, glad to know you, honey!" the cute brownette said to Anna. Sue's deep blue eyes roved up and down Anna's body; if she felt any surprise at Anna's being colored, it didn't show.John and Phil had gone for a walk; they had heard that the waitress at the tavern, around a bend of the lakeshore, had a tremendous pair of titties; they were determined to see for themselves."Sue and her husband are at a motel over in the village," Rita continued. "We've known each other for years, but Clay--her new man--has been living in California. That where you met him, honey?""Yes. I was singing with a band and he moved in!" she giggled. "He liked it so much he married me!""That stuff gets them every time," Rita laughed. "If it's good and hot.""Honey, I serve it up just the way he likes it!" Sue giggled. She wore brightly colored tights and a revealing blouse. She was in a deck chair, sculptured thighs apart; the tights were so snug the outline of her pussy was clearly limned, even the crevice. Anna smiled and took a chair near Rita's. Sue seemed entranced with Anna's figure. The brownette, although very cute and sexy, looked just a trifle hard, a kind of polish that some showpeople soon possessed. She couldn't be very old, though.Clay Benson's name was known to Anna. He owned a chain of tire stores; he was at least middle-aged and quite wealthy. Now he had a young, showy bride. He had a big home in Spokane, but he wasn't often there."Have you gals been getting any on the side?" Sue asked, boldly. The way she said it, glancing from Rita to Anna, the question had a double-edge. Have you two tried each other? Have you tried a new man lately?"No on both counts for me," Rita laughed. "But it's an idea.""My husband gives me all I want," Anna lied.Sue shook her head. "How old-fashioned can you get? Have you heard? This is the now generation!" Sue's attention was fastened on Anna's partially opened thighs.Anna felt a sensuous sting in her pussy. Sue's blatant sexiness was interesting; Anna knew some gals who went for Lesbian deals. She hadn't tried it, but she wasn't sure about Rita. Sly remarks the lush blonde had dropped a few times indicated she could probably be persuaded."At least you dig a little swapping, don't you?" Sue remarked, winking at Rita. The blonde wore a playsuit, too. She and Anna had planned to go for a walk."Sorry to disappoint you, honey," Rita giggled."Hell, it's the going thing, gals," Sue laughed, opening her purse, dug for a cigarette. She lit it. Her languid, lazy movements stirred more thrills in Anna's crotch. Sue looked at Anna again."Rita tells me you gals are next door neighbors. I'll bet your husbands would like to trade beds for kicks."Anna remembered the press of John's fingers on her pussy, out in the water. She was sure Phil had sneaked some feels from Rita. Had things been moving that way, had it taken a swingy entertainer, wise in the ways of sex, to actually say it, bring it out in the open? Maybe Sue's appearance at Moon Lake wasn't entirely 'accidental'."I've thought about it," Rita smiled.How would I feel if Phil screwed either one of these sexy, young girls? Anna wondered. Horribly jealous? I'm not giving Phil a real fuck. I think he suspects I'm acting some of it. Oh, hell!Anna didn't want to sound too square. "Might be fun," she said."Well, why don't we three couples have a party and find out?" Sue laughed. "Clay's got several days to goof off... " She wiggled her ass in the deck chair, mischief in her blue eyes. "If that doesn't work out, maybe the three of us can find a game to play! Oh, hell, Rita. Are you going to buy me a drink?"When Rita disappeared into the cabin Sue leaned forward in her chair and stared boldly at Anna, her tongue wetting her lips, a light flush pinking her throat."Damn, you're the sexiest girl I've ever seen, honey! I'm betting ten to one that husband of yours isn't giving you enough... ""I suppose you can?" Anna murmured, aware of a tingle in her pussy. She had been hoping that Phil would want to play with her that morning, but he hadn't. She had had no real opportunity to play with herself; she'd had a sensual dream about John and had awakened with a wet cunt."Can't you feel it?" Sue whispered. "We've got this thing between us. I knew it the minute I saw you... The boys are out doing their big manly things. Clay went to play golf. I call a spade a spade, honey. Look, Rita will go for it. Why don't we have a little girl-party right now?"Anna trembled. Why wasn't she saying, go to hell, you young bitch? No, she was curious and excited; her pussy was getting wet again. This couldn't be the answer to her problem with Phil, and maybe swapping wasn't either, but she was sick of masturbating. She was seeking, searching. And if Phil ever discovered she was faking her pleasure while he was blading his prick in her pussy, he might cut out! It would be horribly deflating to his ego.She had another fear, too. If Phil ever caught me playing with myself, he'd probably knock me on my butt! Then he'd kick me out.Was she really any bitchier than Sue Benson? Hardly! She had simply been hiding her lusts behind a locked bathroom door."If we're going to have a swap-party maybe we'd better save a little for the boys," Anna said, hoping she sounded with it.
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