Christina Rumford was as gorgeous as Belinda had promised, or so it seemed to Maggie. She was a long-bodied girl who moved in easy graceful steps and gestures, her reddish hair cropped very short, her skin pale as fresh cream, enormous violet eyes dominating a lovely ace. Maggie envied her those eyes, just as she envied the assurance which enable rich young Christina to wear a disgracefully tattered pair of flare-leg jeans, a floppy black hat, and a denim jacket with her name in rhinestones on the back in big bold letters. And on Christina they looked like Paris originals. The jeans clung tightly to long, smooth thighs, lifted into the crack of a pert ass, while their bottoms flipped up mockingly to reveal polished black boots.
Christina spoke in a soft whisper of a voice that seemed to ooze from between her wide, thin lips. Those lips were painted in a glossy red tonight – and the lipstick was tasty, as Maggie could verify. Needing no introduction at all, Christina had given Ted a quick little kiss, her mouth dwelling much longer on Maggie's.
Now, sitting in the car on the way to the party, Maggie felt consumed with doubts. Last night, swinging with David and Belinda, had been fantastic, despite her initial doubts and reluctance. But was she ready for more? Was Ted? Shouldn't they have rejected the invitation, perhaps, and instead tried it out a few more times with David and Belinda, just getting the hang of it, working out their feelings?
She wondered if Ted felt the same way, but he was sitting up front with David and she didn't have the courage to ask him. Maggie slouched back, ill at ease in her best dress. What if she couldn't go through with a swinging party? What would happen there, anyway? Belinda had said it would be fun and kinky, but exactly what did that mean? What about the people? Who would be there? She didn't know that many people in Dawson, but suppose she walked into a room filled with her acquaintances? Would she be able to endure their stares? Even worse – what if no one at the party wanted her? She wished she had a minor handy, so she could give her makeup one last going-over. Was she as alluring, as lovely, as she could be? The dress was a clingy nylon item, fitting snugly around her little tits, and she knew that her braless nipples were bravely evident.
From the outside Maggie seemed to be calm and collected, but internally she was seething in fear-bubbles, a stew that threatened to boil out at any minute.
Beside her on the back seat Belinda and Christina were necking like a high school couple at the drive-in movies. Maggie was open to her own bisexual inclinations now, but she had not yet coped with the problem of watching two other girls go at it. Her eyes kept flickering toward them, catching a glimpse of wet kisses, of Christina's hand thrusting inside Belinda's leather jumpsuit to fondle a golden, pink-capped tit, of Belinda's fingers stroking the tight crotch piece of Christina's jeans.
Belinda looked at Maggie on one of those eye-shifting and she smiled. "We're awful hosts," she told her friend. Her hand went out, catching Maggie's, and Maggie eased over. Two mouths puckered for her and she pressed her face into them, taking and receiving warm, friendly kisses. Someone's hand clutched her tit, rolling the nipple through the intervening layer of thin nylon, and she felt a hand on her leg as well, slipping upward beneath the hem of her dress.
Maggie's hand was inside Christina's jeans and her lips were sucking Belinda's when the car came to a stop. She looked around to see that they had reached their destination. It was a large stone-built house on the northern edge of town. She and Ted had passed it often on their Sunday drives but she had never dreamed that someday she'd be attending a swap party in that very house.
Maggie sighed. She straightened her dress, replacing it around one exposed tit, shifting her ass to get her panties lined up once more. Belinda zipped up her jumpsuit, all the way to the neck. Her fingers hesitated a moment, holding the zipper tab, and she smiled, pulling it halfway down so that the slick leather front was sufficiently open to reveal the inner curves of her rounded tits.
Christina plopped her wide-brimmed hat onto her head and led the other girls out of the car. Maggie and Ted, holding hands nervously, followed their friends to the front door.
A woman answered the bell. She was strikingly handsome, perhaps forty-five years old. The surprisingly firm swells of her tits, surmounted by large dark nipples, could be seen through the sheer silkiness of her blouse. Her hair was so artfully tinged in gray that Maggie suspected the woman of using a streak or rinse to achieve the effect.
"Hello," she cooed to them, leaning forward to kiss each new arrival on the cheek. Her tit brushed Maggie's arm, sending a tingle of good vibrations through the younger woman's body. "It's so nice to have you with us. But I don't think…"
"This is Ted Spencer," Belinda said, "and his wife Maggie. They're friends of ours." She slipped her arm round Maggie's waist and gave a squeeze. "Very good friends."
The woman was looking at Ted with interested eyes. "I hope we'll all be very good friends," she said softly. "Come inside. Everyone's in the drawing room. Why don't you take Ted and Maggie inside and introduce them around?" She closed the door, fastening its lock from the inside, and walked them down the hall, through a set of double doors, into the drawing room.
It was a large room, neither too bright nor too dim. Chairs and sofas were placed here and there, and a bar stood in one corner, near a table of hors d'oeuvres. Maggie looked around as she entered the room, her eyes searching for familiar faces, but there was no one here she knew.
"Drink?" Belinda asked, and Maggie nodded. The three girls went to the bar and Belinda did the honors. "Would you prefer to be introduced to everyone or would you rather make your own acquaintances?"
"I think I'd like to play it by ear," Maggie replied. "This is going to take some getting use to."
"Not really," Belinda said. "Basically this should be closed swinging, you'll find someone who turns you on and, if both of you agree, you go upstairs. The upper story has six or eight bedrooms. I see we have a large crowd tonight so there may be a bit of doubling up, but you shouldn't mind that."
"It won't be entirely closed," Christina observed. "I see your Uncle Dan is up to his old tricks."
Belinda and Maggie looked to their right. A graying man sat on a couch in a dim corner with a petite young blonde. He was talking to her, puffing on a pipe as he spoke, while her hands toyed with his formidably erect cock, protruding through the open zipper of his trousers.
"Come on," Belinda said. "You have to meet Uncle Dan. After all, he's the host."
"Is he really your uncle?" Maggie whispered, just a bit shocked by the suggestiveness of it.
"Honorary," Belinda replied. "He used to be in business with Daddy but he sold out his half years ago and retired to enjoy the money. I suppose it's kind of freaky, in a way. I thought it was, the first time I met him at a party, but we're all cool. I couldn't make it with him, of course it would almost be like balling Daddy, but Christina says he's dynamite. Maybe sometime I'll conquer my inhibitions and give him a shot."
Dan looked up as the two girls approached. "Hey!" he said enthusiastically. "I'm glad you could come."
"It's nice to be here," she smiled. "Uncle Dan, this is my friend Maggie. She's new."
"Hi," Maggie said, shaking Dan's hand. Beside him the little blonde was still fondling his cock.
"You know Mary Beth, don't you?" Dan asked. Obviously he liked his women young – the girl barely looked of age. Eighteen would be a long shot, Maggie decided. And she was aware that Dan's eyes were appraising her frankly, staring at the way her nylon dress clung and molded the curves and swells of her body. No, she told herself. She couldn't do it with him. He reminded her too much of her own father.
A few pleasantries exchanged, the girls walked away, leaving Uncle Dan to his nymphet partner and her coy hands. Maggie had always thought of swinging as a young people's game – somehow it startled her now to notice that most of the people present were older than she and Ted. Indeed, she and her husband, the Rodgers', Christina, and Mary Beth seemed to comprise the entire youth contingent at the party.
No – there was a young man, delicately handsome. He appeared to be in his very early twenties. He and Ted and David were carrying on a conversation some distance away, too far for Maggie to pick up their words.
"Hmm," Belinda observed. "I see Andrew Dawson came out of the closet for the night."
"Is that him?" Maggie wondered. "He doesn't look like…"
"I'll bet he's propositioning our husbands right now," Belinda replied. And, as Maggie watched, she saw Ted's face go scarlet red. His lips swelled in anger and his fist clenched by his side. David turned to him with a quick smile and Ted's anger subsided a bit.
"Ted doesn't go for that kind of stuff, I take it," the blonde said. "Too bad. I hear Andrew is marvelous in bed. Of course, I scare him a little. He feels more at ease with Christina, because she's had the gay side herself. Maybe someday…"
David and the other man went out together, talking softly. Ted watched them go, a startled, stunned expression on his face. It didn't last long. Someone bumped his shoulder and when he turned around he saw the sheer-topped woman who had met them at the door. She took one of his hands in hers and began what appeared to be a very animated conversation, which he soon reciprocated.
"That's Aunt Marion," Belinda commented. "I don't know whether I got you properly introduced or not. She's Uncle Dan's wife. I'd love to make it with her – she has such hard, sexy tits, especially for a woman her age. Can you tell that she's in her early fifties?"
"She's very good-looking," Maggie said. "Why don't you give her a try?"
"Oh, same thing," Belinda shrugged. "She used to bounce me on her knee when I was a baby. It just wouldn't seem right."
Belinda's "Aunt" Marion seemed to blossom into full flower as she talked to Ted in the midst of the party. Her cheeks were flushed and lively, her eyes active, darting, her lips moving in sensuous promise. Maggie became aware that this older woman was in the midst of making a play for Ted.
"Aunt Marion likes them young too," Belinda said. "Why shouldn't she have that right, anyway? I mean, look at Uncle Dan. Good Lord! That teenybopper is actually going down on him right here. Look for yourself!"
It was true. Blonde Mary Beth, her corn silk hair shielding most of the details, had her head in Dan's lap, but the expression on the graying man's face left no doubt whatsoever as to what was going on. He was steam boating his pipe, blue-gray smoke puffing into the air in thick bursts.
Couples were leaving the room now. Maggie saw them go, some talking in a serious manner, some laughing drunkenly. She looked for Ted but he was nowhere in sight.
"Aunt Marion works pretty fast," Belinda said. "So does Christina."
Christina had already removed her floppy hat and placed it under the bar counter for safekeeping. Now, as she talked to a thirtyish man in a safari suit, she was flipping open the snap-buttons of her denim jacket, slipping it off her shoulder. Underneath she wore nothing but her firm, conical tile, their nipples big and – green?
"Green?" Maggie asked, not realizing she'd spoken aloud.
"Oh!" Belinda laughed. "Christina. She's wearing her nipple makeup again. Sometimes it freaks people out, you know. When she takes off her shirt and the nipples are blue or silver or whatever." She licked delicately at her lips. "The green is peppermint flavored. Delicious, delicious. Well? Hadn't we better make a contact? No offense, Maggie, but I came here to be ravished."
"Oh, go ahead," Maggie smiled. "I'm just not ready yet. My stomach is all butterflies. Where's the john?"
"Out that door and dawn the little hallway," Belinda said. "Uncle Dan's exercise room is at the very end of the hall and there's a john right next door."
Maggie thanked her and went. She tried not to look too closely as she passed the couch where Dan and Mary Beth sat, but the slurping sounds the young girl made were inescapable, and Dan was moaning in gratification as his cock moved inside Mary Beth's hungry mouth.
She went down the narrow hallway and her hand was on the bathroom door when she heard other sounds seeping from the half-shut door of the exercise room. Curious, Maggie listened a moment to the groans, and then she stepped closer, peering through the cracked door.
Her eyes went saucer big. A wrestling mat lay on the floor, and on it lay David Rodgers, completely nude, his cock thrusting up into Andrew Dawson's sucking mouth. Maggie had never seen anything quite like it before. She felt dirty, like a peeping Tom, like that neighbor who sometimes used his binoculars to spy on her while she sunbathed, but she couldn't take her eyes away from the scene going on in the exercise room.
She remembered Belinda's description of her husband as a moderate, bisexual but she, hadn't appreciated it until this very moment. And she knew that she could never allow herself to touch him or to be touched by him again.
And almost simultaneously the unfairness of her thoughts struck home. There were people, men and women alike, who would react just as strongly to the sight of Maggie and Belinda going at each other as voraciously as they'd done last night. Was there really any difference? If two girls wanted to make love together, or if two guys so desired… Who was Maggie Spencer to make moral pronouncements and condemnations? Wasn't sexual freedom what swinging was all about?
Maggie wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. Her system was full of doubt and dreams. For a girl who had been totally opposed to the idea of swinging yesterday at this time, she had gone full circle, imagining her husband engaged in perversities that would arouse his blackest anger if only he could read her mind. The rebellious instinct must have been lying dormant in her mind all these long years and now it was taking over with a vengeance. Maggie found it difficult to recognize the person she was becoming.
Her hand reached for the doorknob and for the quickest moment she considered throwing herself into the two-way on the floor. Her cunt was sopping wet – she was afraid to look don at herself, lest she find a stain on the front of her dress from the seeping cunt juices – and Maggie knew that if Andrew got one crack at her gash he'd go straight in an instant. She could feel that skinny, long cock of his prodding inside her, if only in fantasy.
She whirled around and marched boldly up the hallway, and her eyes shot around the drawing room, searching for someone – anyone – who might help to scratch the unbearable itching in her cunt.
And she saw him.
A tall, lean man, in his middle thirties, she guessed, just stubbing out a cigarette in an ashtray. He was almost smugly handsome, she thought, and when his eyes lifted they locked right into hers. Maggie strode across the room, heading toward him like a lemming making for the sea.
"My name is Maggie," she said, "and I want you."
They went upstairs, chose a bedroom, and went inside. The lights were off and they could hear a couple going at it in the other bed, the sounds of sex making Maggie hornier than she had been already. Her fingers flew as she wiggled out of the nylon dress and the panties beneath. Her shoes clattered onto the floor and she threw herself on the bed to await him.
He got out of his clothes as fast as possible and joined her. On the next bed the woman was groaning in what must have been her third orgasm in less than two minutes, and come-fever seemed to be contagious as smallpox in the room at that moment.
Maggie rolled onto her back, fingers locking around, the man's cock, and she pulled him into her. He had a good-sized prick, long and thick, and it filled her aching cunt beautifully. She let him fuck her for a few minutes, working from above and at his own speed, but she wanted it harder, faster.
"Let me on top," she panted, and he moved to accommodate her. Maggie twisted and, without breaking the connection inside her cunt, she rode atop him, pulling high and slamming down hard on his stiff cock, taking it as far inside as it would jab.
The walls of her twat seemed to be afire with passion and she came for the first time almost as soon as she was firmly atop him. He felt the rippling contractions of her cunt and stepped up the pace of his fucking, ramming it to her harder, harder, harder. On the next bed they could hear the woman screaming her passion to the heavens: "OH, GOD! Once more!! Give it to me just that way! You beautiful son of a bitch!!! OHHHH!!!" She sounded like a come machine, the way she was going off at the drop of a hat. Maggie thought the voice was vaguely familiar but she couldn't place it. Certainly it wasn't Belinda, and she doubted if Christina's whispering little voice could rise to such pitches even under the pressure of orgasmic release.
The only sounds in the room were the groans of fucking couples and the shattering groans of the overworked beds. The bed housing Maggie and her friend seemed to creak even louder than the other, for she was hotter than hell and anxious to get cooled off. She worked herself up and down as if she were a cowboy and he a bucking bronco, and each time his cock jammed its eager way into her sucking cunt.
He filled her nicely, spreading her cunt walls just enough to cause a coinciding stimulation of her throbbing clitty, and, to aid that nubby little organ in its journey to sexual explosion, Maggie reached one hand into her sopping cunt, fingers pinching and tweaking at her trigger as she galloped madly on the stranger's gouging cock.
She felt one of his hands slip in to join hers and they both massaged her cunt as it was filled, refilled, and plugged to overflowing. Maggie's body was drenched in sweat and she was chewing her lips as she worked her way toward a massive come. When it came she screamed a wordless cry and her body turned to jelly.
His hands seized her hip bones to keep her from falling, and his fingers dug into her perspiring flesh. Maggie swayed atop him like a nearly severed tree, but somehow she found the strength to keep fucking, and she fucked him viciously, savagely, as viciously and as savagely as he was fucking her, until at last she felt his prick burst inside her and his cum flowed into her sucking cunt.
She collapsed upon him then, her mouth seeking his in the darkness, her fingers stroking and scraping at his cheeks as she kissed him, and she lay there, his cock still inside her. It was starting to go limp, now that its primary duty had been discharged, but Maggie couldn't allow that to happen. She could still see, in her mind's eye, David and Andrew going at it on the wrestling mat, and until she had fucked that provocative picture out of her mind she could find neither peace nor rest.
She lifted her leg, allowing his softening cock to slip out of her jism-slick cunt, and then she kissed her way down her new friend's body, feeling her way in the darkness. Her chin brushed across his pubic hair and her fingers seized upon bin cock, sliding on its wet limpness.
Maggie's mouth opened and she sucked his cock inside, drinking away the collected gobs of cum that spotted his prick, and she continued to suck until she felt him going stiff once again. Her leg moved again and she was cunt-straddling his face, giving him full access to her sloppy pussy. His tongue shot into the dripping mass, scraping upward across her cunt mouth, directly toward her clitoris. When he touched the sopping nub it seemed that bells rang inside Maggie's head, and she pressed her cunt dawn upon his face. He was drinking their mutual juices as he licked and dipped, but if he cared he didn't show it.
His tongue slid along the crack of her ass, playing around the tight ring of her asshole, attempting to slip inside, and Maggie throbbed with fresh energy. She wiggled her ass, inviting him to do more. He put his hands on the cheeks of her ass, spreading them, and his tongue slid again and again across her asshole. She hummed around his mouth-trapped cock and let her ass drop down further, so that he could kiss and lick her asshole without lifting his head from the bed.
He was stiff as a poker by now, and her mouth moved nimbly on his cock. She considered changing positions and taking him inside her once more, but she rather enjoyed the action of his mouth on her cunt and asshole and she decided to keep going in this position.
The couple on the next bed seemed to have found their limit. The woman's orgiastic groans and shrieks had stopped, or at least dwindled, and the creaking of the bed had fallen off. They must be lying there now, Maggie thought, listening to her and this stud. Good God! She didn't even know his name! He was just someone she had seen, liked, and dragged upstairs to fill her cunt with his cock and his boiling cum!
Did it matter? Of course not! She and Ted had come here with the intention of meeting new people and fucking them. That was what she was doing. And hadn't Ted disappeared somewhere, a long time back, with that old lady? Hadn't he probably fucked his cock into her by now and bubbled her to overflowing with jism?
Maggie's tongue and lips began to work faster on the man's cock. She slid her head up and down, letting it shoot deeply into her mouth, her teeth scraping it as it went in and pulled back. Her cheeks sucked in, applying delightful experiments in pressure and suction, and her hands made a grab for his balls, lifting the heavy sac in her palms.
He repaid her in kind, his tongue continuing to batter the tightly sealed portals of Maggie's asshole, his fingers coming into it. One of his fingers stabbed inside her aching cunt, reaming around and around until it was coated in her girl-fluids. It withdrew and, scarcely a moment later, she felt it rap, wet and greasy, at her back door. The finger toyed with her firmly closed asshole, rimming around the puckered opening, and she winced as her shit chute yielded slightly and allowed the tip of the finger to slip inside.
Maggie moaned and began to suck harder as the finger pressed deeper. She had never known anything in her life quite like this, it felt as if her asshole were being split open but there was no pain involved, just a tingling throb that seemed to vibrate from her ass to some sensation switchboard inside her head.
He was in her asshole to the first knuckle, reaming and rolling, and she wiggled her to suck him in all the way. His hand bumped against her asscheeks as the finger made a complete entrance and he merely held it there, his lips returning to their job of sucking her cunt.
Stars flashed on Maggie's closed eyelids and she began to suck his cock like a maniac. Her head bobbed madly on his cock and it seemed that he was ramming all the way into her throat half the time. Certainly he was probing her deeply and it wasn't bothering her in the least. She could feel his hard, heavy cockhead slipping into her gullet, stuffing her throat as fully as his finger was stuffing her tight asshole.
She had no idea how long they lay in that fashion, sucking, ass-fingering, and cunt-licking. Maggie only knew that the lips of her pink cunt had parted two or three times to let successive orgasms bubble out before she felt the telltale swell and throb of his cock as it neared the point of no return.
She worked her lips on the knobby head, stabbing with her tongue tip at the tiny clit, and then she knew that he couldn't hold it back another second.
With a giggle Maggie let his cock jerk out of her mouth an instant before it shot off. Her hands gripped it around the shaft and she pointed it toward her face. His jism squirted out, splashing and smearing her face. Some of it gushed into her giggling mouth but some of it landed on her cheeks and chin and nose and eyelids in globby drops. Her hands slid up and down her friend's cock, emptying his balls of their hot load, and she held him until his cock once mote grew soft and useless.
She sucked him back inside her mouth, using her tongue in ways she had not thought herself capable of, trying with all her erotic wiles to get his cock stiff and ready far yet another round. It was no good. His cock did not respond in the slightest to her oral caresses.
"I think PJ out of it for a while," he confessed, his words muffled by the cunt which pressed down upon his face.
Maggie sucked his worked-out prick for a little longer, hoping against hope that he might summon up the strength to get it up one more time, but finally she had to abandon the idea as futile.
"It was fun while it lasted," she said, lying down beside him and smearing her cum-wet face against his.
"You're the girl who came tonight with Belinda and David Rodgers, aren't you?" the man asked in a deep voice.
Maggie snuggled against him, throwing one leg over his loins so that she'd know if he got a fresh hard-on. "Yes," she said. "My name's Maggie."
"I know," he replied. "If I remember correctly, you came up to me downstairs and said, 'My name's Maggie and I want you to fuck me'."
"That's not quite it," she smiled, "but you've got the idea." Her ears perked. "I think our roommates have deserted us. Maybe we scared them off."
"That was our hostess," he said. "I'd recognize Marion's orgasmic squeals anywhere."
Marion? Maggie thought. Then – was, it – Ted? Was he the one making her screw and shake like that? Weird. She couldn't picture Ted with a woman old enough to be his mother, as Marion certainly was.
"Well," she said, dismissing the thought. "I think I'm entitled to know your name."
"Promise you won't laugh or make any nasty jokes," he warned her, "because I've heard them all. My name is Greg Nixon."
"Oh, I feel for you," Maggie commiserated.
"You're not?"
"Very distant cousin," he said sorrowfully.
Maggie snickered. "I'll bet the relationship was a lot closer before he got caught. But he couldn't have been all bad. My husband voted for him."
"I'll just bet you've never let him live it down, either."
"Unfair, unfair! Besides, I'm not holding anything against you." She sighed. "I just wish you were holding something against me. Like your tricky dick, for example."
"I ought to fuck you for that one."
She fingered his limp prick. "I don't think I can hold you to that promise. If you get it up again, look me up. 'Bye!" And with that she was gone, flitting out the bedroom door and down the stairs.
Naked and unconcerned, Maggie wandered back into the drawing room. She felt as if she could really use a good stiff one right about now, but if that failed, she'd settle for a dry martini. Her mind drifted back to the interlude upstairs with Greg Nixon. It had been enjoyable but she was really heated up tonight and couldn't waste her time with a man capable of only two stands. Still – when he was hard and eager, he'd fucked her viciously, savagely, and brutally.
There were other naked people in the room, as if it made any difference. Apparently the part was loosening up, now that the initial round of sexing had been completed. Dan and his nymphet were still on the couch, but now the girl sat on the older man's lap, her eyes shut tight. Maggie took a closer look and saw that Dan's cock was thrusting in and out of Mary Beth's tight, quivering little asshole. A look of mingled pain and ecstasy occupied the blonde girl's face, and Dan was squeezing her fat tits.
Christina, wearing her hat and a warm smile, strode across the floor to Maggie. Stripped, she was a vision of loveliness. Her tits were moist with sweat, the sexy green makeup badly smeared, and Maggie ached to jam her fingers into the thick mass of reddish-brown hair between Christina's thighs. Instead she dropped her head and licked at a stray smear of nipple makeup. It did have a peppermint taste! Her tongue flicked out for another slurp.
"That's delicious," she said, raising her head. "Does it come in other flavors?"
"Why don't you come over to my place sometime and find out," Christina invited. "I'll bet I have it in your favorite natural flavor."
"I'll bet you do," Maggie purred kittenishly. Her hands went out to clutch Christina's tits. The nipples were wine red, now that their green coating had been licked away, and they were hot to Maggie's touch. She rubbed them and tweaked them, feeling the little points come up hard and ready, and she bent to suck their sweetness. As her mouth contacted Christina's nipples her fingers scooted down the red-haired girl's tummy, digging into the clump of fur where a soft, wet cunt lay hidden. Maggie could feel recently spilled jism lurking inside Christina's cunt, and she knew that she would die if she didn't get Belinda's friend down for some hot sucking and licking right now.
"Why don't we go somewhere and get acquainted?" Christina suggested. Maggie looked up. A woman across the room was looking directly at them, it seemed, but no one else seemed to be giving them the slightest attention. Her eyes drifted around the room and she saw Ted, talking very earnestly to Marion. The older woman and Maggie's husband were bath naked and Marion's hand was cuddling Ted's cock gently as they spoke.
Her fingers fell away and the cock stood up of its own accord. Marion smiled, fell to her knees, and began to suck it voraciously, not caring if anyone was watching.
Maggie stood up. Go to it, swinger, she radioed to Ted with her thought waves. "Okay," she said to Christina. "How about the exercise room dawn the hall? We shouldn't be in anyone's way there."
"Sounds fine with me," Christina said, and the two naked women strode off arm-in-arm down the hallway.