Chapter 9

It was not the sort of life that Mitzi would ever have envisioned for herself, but she never even thought about it. She lived every day just to enjoy herself, not even noticing that she had given up certain middle-class attitudes that had been part of her since she could remember. The young redhead glanced around the drab duplex apartment she and Ted had taken when first arriving in Atlanta only two weeks ago. At first, they had agreed they would take it only because it was cheap, a stop-gap until they had found work and had more money. Then they would see. It was conceivable that they might want to go their separate ways after living together awhile under the same roof. The apartment was in a rundown section of the city where a lot of so-called hippies lived, and was furnished with randomly collected pieces of cheap furniture so typical of the other duplexes she had seen nearby. A large square coffee table, badly scratched with cement cinder blocks substituted for broken legs, faced a worn leather couch which folded into a bed at night. An orange Japanese lantern hung over the table. There were two chairs in the room, with large cushions flung around in various corners.

Mitzi smiled to herself. They did almost everything in that one large room with windows looking out over a small fenced yard where sprawling Magnolia trees grew. They ate meals at the coffee table, sat on the couch when they were talking, or entertaining the few friends they had made. They even made love there, an act they both still looked forward to all day long. It was the easiest apartment to take care of she had ever lived in, and while her upbringing made it difficult for her to accept that she could live under such conditions, little by little she had come to like their simple world of few possessions.

What more could anybody want? she asked herself for the hundredth time. They had a serviceable kitchen, a bathroom, and a room which served at the same time as a dining room, a bed room, and a living room. They had found they no longer needed a car, and had sold hers shortly after arriving in Atlanta, for they had badly needed the money. It was fun riding the buses for a change.

Shortly after they arrived, some of the younger couples living in nearby duplex apartments-all owned by one landlord-found out that Ted had been a plumber at one time and had worked as an electrician and carpenter. Before long he was doing all kinds of work for the hippie-like superintendent. It was good for them to have somebody like Ted actually living in the neighborhood, and soon he was making plenty of money, working more or less as it suited him. Nobody else got up much before noon, so he could stay up late at night and work afternoons as he felt like it.

It wasn't long before they had both relaxed into a slow, calm existence which they found they both liked. Now it seemed to Mitzi that any other way was just plain silly. Never, these days, did she have the slightest inclination to get back into the conventional life she had left behind.

Then too, dealing with the relatively free young people they mingled with in their new life exposed them to a lot of new ideas that made sense in a strange sort of way. Whoever worried about the dishes being dirty washed them, whoever thought of eating, cooked.

But even more important to the young redhead was the total freedom in sex that the younger couples seemed to have. The first time it was brought to her attention, they had invited the people in the adjoining apartment over for some Mexican food Ted had brought home. He had naturally brought about twice as much as they would be able to eat, so they had thought of sharing it.

Bob and Sandra, the couple who came, were in their early twenties and had brought a few marijuana cigarettes with them, as was the custom among this segment of society. After refusing to smoke the drug at first, Mitzi saw how the others began to enjoy themselves, and since it did not seem to be having any bad effects on them, she joined in. She had been cautious at first, not knowing what to expect, but then she began to feel free and relaxed. Food tasted better than anything she had ever eaten before, and the colors in the cheap chenille bedspread she had thrown over the couch seemed to glow and shine before her very eyes.

Then, before she knew what was happening, they were all having a good time together dancing to the sounds of a phonograph the young couple had run to get from their apartment. Mitzi was a little uneasy when she later noticed the couple lying close together on the floor, kissing and fondling each other. But then after a few more drags on the marijuana cigarette, it didn't seem so embarrassing, and they had ended up making love while Mitzi and Ted danced and laughed together. There had been a time when such behavior would have shocked her slightly puritanical nature, but suddenly, making love seemed the most natural thing in the world. Before long after that, she and Ted, if they wanted to, could make love while other people were present, though they didn't make a practice of it.

Today, Mitzi busied herself as usual, first by doing some food shopping, then walking the neighborhood business area looking into the shop windows, and later in the afternoon she worked at her new hobby of sewing together unpolished leather into handbags and wallets. The redhead had been told that there were boutiques which would buy them from her, and she was trying to get several done to take around. About nine o'clock that night, Ted showed up, accompanied by a shy young couple whose wiring had blown out from all the strobe lights they had turned on the night before.

"Hey Mitzi, Ted greeted her in high spirits. "Guests for the night, Donna and Juan. I can't get their lights back on till tomorrow, and it's a drag in their apartment without them."

Mitzi said they were welcome, looking them over as they made themselves at home by pulling up two of the large cushions in the room. Donna was like so many other young girls Mitzi saw on the streets of downtown Atlanta. She couldn't have been more than eighteen years old, tall, with a slim but well-proportioned body. The teenage girl wore make-up, and her long blonde hair was brushed straight back, reaching almost down to her waist. The young girl's ripely rounded breasts jutted up enticingly into the material of her blue denim shirt, while the tight-fitting jeans she wore left nothing to the imagination about the shape of her long tapered legs, not to mention her widely flaring hips and narrow waist.

Like so many other girls of her type, Donna made no attempt to make herself glamorous or beautiful, but she was a naturally exciting female to look at, and very feminine in her own way.

"Have you been in Atlanta long?" Mitzi asked the young shapely blonde sitting down on the opposite side of the coffee table.

"About thirty-two hours," the teenage girl answered a little shyly.

Then the young man who was with her broke in.

"Donna didn't have a place to stay, that's how we got together. I saw her wandering the streets and figured she was new in town, so I invited her in," Juan said. He had a slight Spanish accent as he spoke, and now that Mitzi looked more closely, and saw his face had a definite foreign look to it.

"And she blew out your lights," Mitzi laughed lightly.

"Yeah, this chick wanted to see everything going at the same time-light show, strobes, record player, TV, you name it. It was the toaster that finished us, I think."

"Well, I really needed some peanut butter on toasted wheat bread," Donna excused herself. She turned to Mitzi again. "That's a real health food, peanut butter. Isn't it just great? I mean, I like peanut butter. It's not like seaweed or soybeans."

The older woman laughed along with the two men at the teenager's naive comments. The young blonde was obviously a sweet small town girl trying to join a big city living and the world of the hippies. Mitzi liked her, and wondered briefly if the girl had enough experience to take care of herself in the wild, free society she was about to become part of. Donna could really get her feelings hurt, or worse, if she were not well prepared for it.

"So you've moved in with Juan," Ted put in, running his eyes interestedly over the curvaceous young body stretched out opposite him on the floor.

Neither of the two younger people spoke for a moment, and there was an awkward silence. Finally Juan broke it.

"Well, actually, we're going to look for another place for Donna tomorrow."

"Oh, I see," said Mitzi, not really understanding. She looked questioningly at Donna.

"He-Juan says he never lets virgins sleep in his apartment," she explained in a low, embarrassed voice.

"It's just that I'm not going to take that kind of responsibility," Juan went on. "I mean, there are plenty of guys that like to be first, but you never know how it'll affect the girl." The young man talked as though he might have had some bad experiences of that sort, although he didn't look old enough to have been around that much.

"You mean you don't want a beautiful little doll like Donna?" Ted asked.

Mitzi couldn't help noticing the interested look on Ted's face at the mention of Donna's virginity. His eyes began to gleam with a kind of lewd sensuality that she had seen there only once before-when she saw him leaning over her naked body on top of Dan Roper's. It suddenly dawned on her that perhaps there was a side to Ted's character that she didn't really know very well.

"I do, man, I do. But she's got to move on, at least until she's a woman," Juan opened his hands palms upward as if to say that was all he could say.

"Well, maybe we can help you out," Ted said in an insinuating voice.

The silence that fell on the room was total. All three of the listeners were staring wide-eyed at Ted Mason, as if he had been speaking in a foreign language. Finally Juan broke the stillness.

"Come on, Donna. I think we've got to find another place to stay. Hell, we can use candles for one more night. I don't like the vibes here." He started to get to his feet, but Ted smiled disarmingly and pushed him back down with his hand on Juan's shoulder.

"Aw, come on, Juan. I was only kidding. Let's have a joint and relax. It was only a bad joke, honest."

Juan eyed him suspiciously for a long moment, finally heaving a deep breath and relaxing back down onto the floor.

"Okay, friend. But don't get any funny ideas. Okay?"

"Sure, sure. You can trust me. Isn't that right, Mitzi?" He glared at Mitzi as if daring her to disagree.

"I-I-yes, of course. Ted is really cool," she finally stammered, her expression clouded with doubt. "He just talks too much sometimes."

"Good, that's settled then," Ted said with an air of finality. "Now, dinner's on us. How about some Chinese food?"

"Hey, that sounds great," the teenage girl responded. She was really looking over the handsome ex-Green Beret in a surreptitious manner, as if deciding whether he would be acceptable to her for what now seemed a necessary step in her life. Now that she had left home and cut all ties behind her, she would have to fit in here or else. Donna had no other choice, and if it meant giving up her innocence, then she would do it. This wasn't the first time that a boy had sent her on her way because she was either inexperienced or would not give in to his advances.

When Ted got ready to leave to pick up the Chinese food from a take-out restaurant, Donna waited until he was out the door and then jumped up to run after him. She didn't think the other two would take the trouble to persuade her not to go along, and she was right.

Ted was a little surprised to see the well-built young blonde following him down the steps onto the sidewalk.

"I'm going with you," she told him happily, putting both hands around the thick muscles of his upper arm. "You're quite a man." Though Donna was smiling up at his handsome face in an attempted seductive smile, his answering leer made her feel cold inside. She was nervous, but she had to go through with it if she could-she had to. Juan couldn't throw her out then and she would have a pad, she thought to herself. That was the most important thing right now. Everybody on the streets had told her the same thing. Get a pad, they said, then dig the scene awhile. You'll find your own way of making it.

Walking beside her, the handsome ex-Green Beret felt his stomach tighten with excitement as he sensed the teenage girl's determination to have him be the first to fuck her. It promised to be an enjoyable evening if he could work it out.

As it turned out, both Juan and Mitzi were pretty well stoned on marijuana by the time Ted and the teenage blonde returned with the food. They were off in their own worlds, rapping together about truth and truthfulness on a philosophical level that wouldn't have been without the influence of the powerful drug.

Without losing a second, Ted dug out another rolled joint of the drug and began passing it around. He knew that if Mitzi got high enough she wouldn't notice anything that wasn't forced to her attention. Probably Juan would be the same. Besides, Ted remarked to himself as he took a long drag on the marijuana cigarette before passing it on to the teenage virgin, unless I'm blind, those two will soon be so wrapped up in each other that the roof could fall in and they wouldn't notice. He noted with satisfaction that Donna knew how to inhale the marijuana and hold it down. Then, to further occupy her darkhaired boyfriend, and Mitzi, he began to set out the dishes for the Chinese dinner. Soon everyone was busily trying each of the numerous tastes available to them, oohing and ahing over the euphoria the drug gave to their taste buds.

After putting a tape of some flamenco guitar music on the new cassette he had bought, Ted returned to the table sitting on the floor next to the blonde Donna. Mitzi's red hair was almost touching the black curls of Juan's head as they sat on the couch and talked earnestly to each other over the loud music.

"For your age, you've really got your head in the right place," Juan was telling Mitzi.

"I like to think things out, that's all," Mitzi replied, feeling hip and proud of herself. "And I'm not so old."

Ted spoke in a soft voice to the young pretty teenager sitting close to him.

"Were you serious out there in the hall? Do you want to make it?"

Donna sucked in her breath sharply, looking away from Ted's intent gaze, then finally decided all over again that it was something she would have to go through sooner or later. The slight giddiness caused by the marijuana enabled her to boldly answer him.

"If you want to, I'm willing," she told him, feeling her hands trembling with the force of her fear.

"Come on over here, then," the handsome ex-plumber whispered to her. The other two didn't seem to notice as he led Donna over to a darkened area near the window. He kicked three or four huge pillows together in a row and urged the young girl to sit down next to him.

As soon as she leaned back against his arm resting on the windowsill, Ted pulled her to him and pressed his mouth warmly down over hers. Gradually, he felt her stiffness relax and he pressed her fully rounded breasts tightly against his muscular chest, as the innocent blonde reluctantly let his serpent-like tongue slip wetly into her mouth.

Little by little Ted felt the girl responding to his open-mouthed kisses, and his hands began roaming freely over the contours of her firm young body. He held her close to him while he leaned her gently back onto the pillows and continued his soothing caresses. He lay groaning on top of her young virgin body until her tongue had begun responding by lashing wetly up into his mouth, and then he decided the time had come. Gently, because the experienced lover knew the girl was young and still a virgin, Ted began to undo her clothing. However, the shy young girl did not resist when the older man began unbuttoning her jeans. They were so tight-fitting that Ted had difficulty slipping them down over her full hips, but soon they were off and the captivating young blonde lay there with her long supple legs completely naked, her flimsy white panties barely covering the fullness of her pubic mound.

Ted toyed with the idea of fucking her first without bothering to take off her shirt to reveal her lush, heaving breasts, but he was looking forward to enjoying her young, fresh body too much to give up any part of it. Hurriedly, before she could change her mind, Ted unbuttoned the denim shirt and tossed it aside when she lifted herself up to help him remove it. Now he was moving fast. In a split-second, it seemed, he had undone the clasp of her brassiere to reveal the high-set gaze, and then he had slipped her panties down over the smooth roundness of her gently flaring hips and thighs. His throbbing hard penis was jerking wildly as he quickly undressed himself, staring down at the narrow virginal slit of her tiny, sparsely-haired pussy.

The shy and innocent girl gasped and held her breath for a long moment when she saw the hugeness of Ted's long, hard cock. But Donna was determined to make herself eligible to live with Juan, so she shut her eyes and waited as she felt Ted place his hands on either side of her body and lower himself down over her vulnerable nakedness. There was a soft velvety nudge up between her trembling thighs when he lodged his desire-heated thickness in place between the tight hair-lined lips of her cunt, and she spread her curvaceous white legs farther apart to get more comfortable.

Then there was an increase in the pressure and the young girl thought she was being torn by the huge rod of lust-engorged male flesh he was trying to shove up into her belly.

Above the nervous but nevertheless willing blonde, Ted was looking down between her ripe, upthrusting breasts at his blunt cock slowly disappearing up into the moist softness of her excruciatingly tight pussy, and he sensed before it happened that she would flinch away from him. It was a useless attempt. He was ready for it and followed her fearfully retreating young cuntal mouth, clenching his buttocks tightly together as he pushed forward with all his strength into the rubbery resisting opening up between her thighs.

Suddenly nothing else mattered but ramming his blood-hardened cock into that tantalizing young virgin flesh. He no longer cared that Mitzi and Juan were within sight and hearing distance of what was going on. Gritting his teeth from the tightly constricting pressure of the young teenaged girl's cunt around his lust-swollen penis, Ted drove relentlessly forward burying it all the way up in her quaking cunt.

"Aggggh! It hurts!" the teenager gasped in pained astonishment. The innocent girl was wriggling beneath him, helpless to free herself from the pain, kicking her long legs out wide in the air, but only making her position worse. "Noo, nooooo!" came the further cry of protest as his rock-hard cock plunged deeper and deeper into her tightly yielding pussy. At last his pelvis smashed hard into hers, as he reached the end, his rigid fleshy column imbedded all the way up inside her quivering belly, the warm wet walls of her cunt squeezed tightly around it.

"Jesus, baby, your cunt's so sweet and tight. I can't wait to start fucking it!" Ted groaned. And he didn't stop-couldn't stop-not even to give her a chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep up inside her to her womb. With a need that defied all conscious control, he just began to fuck her, stroking in and out between her trembling white belly, flooding her with the seed of his lust.

Finally the wet explosion was over, and Ted's slowly deflating cock began slipping back out of the girl named Donna's newly-stretched young vagina, coated with the mositure of his orgasm. Slowly he got up from her limp figure, ignoring her low moaning sounds. He had what he wanted, and he hurriedly put his clothes back on, pleasantly surprised that Mitzi and Juan had not come running at the girl's cries of anguish. He wouldn't have liked being interrupted. But the music was still going strong, possibly loud enough to have covered the noises they had made next to the window. Buttoning his shirt, Ted looked once more down at the softly sobbing virgin he had just deflowered and chuckled to himself. You'll get to enjoy it kid, he thought, and then you'll be glad for this. He leaned down and gave her a tender kiss, and then went over to join the others.

As it turned out, Mitzi and Juan were too engrossed in their drug-deepened conversation to notice Ted's presence when he sat down back at the big low table. Finally he broke in during a short pause.

"Donna might want to talk to you for a minute, Juan," the older man said. "She's over there by the window."

Staring at Ted with a worried look on his face, but not saying a word, the dark-haired boy got up slowly from his position on the couch near Mitzi and headed for the area by the window.

"What's going on?" Mitzi asked with curiosity, following Juan with her eyes.

"Virginity will never be her problem again," Ted told her with a pleased little grin.

"My God, is that what you were doing?"

Mitzi cried out in a first reaction of jealous anger. She flew from her place on the couch and ran toward the window.

The voluptuous teenage girl was stirring restlessly as Juan knelt beside her naked form with concern on his face. Her blue eyes fluttered open as she fought to regain control of her crying, and she smiled warmly up at her new male friend. His eyes flickered over her naked body, leaving no room for doubt in his mind about what had happened.

"I-I think you can let me live with you in your pad now," Donna told him in a quavering voice. She had made the ultimate sacrifice for him.

"You mean that bastard fucked you?" he said incredulously. Juan was torn between being furious with Ted Mason and thanking him for making this enticing young girl available to him; he had long ago vowed never to take advantage himself of teenage girls, but he had no qualms about taking in one who already had even the smallest background of experience.

"Here, get dressed," he told her gently, gathering up her clothes. "Let's get out of here. This guy's got no soul," he said. Secretly he was grateful to Ted, but he didn't want to show his feelings right now.

"You poor thing," Mitzi put in, helping the girl fix herself up. "Ted, how could you have been such a brute...." She let her voice trail off.

"Cut the crap, will you?" Ted said from across the room. "She got what she wanted, didn't she?" He now felt no remorse at all for what he had done. In fact, he told himself, he felt good. It had been a long time since he had been the first man for a girl, and he was surprised at the pleasant feeling of satisfaction it gave him.

"Anyway," Juan put in, a slight edge to his voice, "it's too late to do anything now. Remind me next time not to call a plumber or an electrician. Let's go, Donna."

It was obvious to Mitzi as the young couple left that she would never see them again. She was stunned and unhappy, because she had really enjoyed talking with Juan, not to mention the fact that she had found him sexually appealing. Even in her new way of life, she had not yet gotten to the point where she could do as Ted did and make out with everyone she met, but more and more she was coming to like the idea. Juan was the first young man she had met since she and Ted had been in Atlanta who appealed to her enough for her to get involved and open her legs for.

"Don't worry," Ted told her, reading her thoughts. "They'll be back. That's part of the deal."

The young redhead runaway wife looked at him in surprise, suddenly beginning to get the picture.

"You mean, you and Juan cooked this up? You and he planned all along for it to turn out this way? How cold and unfeeling can you get?"

"Well, we didn't exactly work it out in advance, but when I saw what their problem was, I made up my mind to fix 'em up. Not that it was any great chore," he chuckled.

"Then how do you know they'll be back? Juan didn't look too happy to me."

"Aw, that was only part of an act. Though it wasn't said in so many words, he understood that if I got the chance it would happen. Anyway, it seems to me that you two were getting pretty chummy over there on the couch. Sooner or later, he'll get to thinking about throwing it to you, and believe me, he'll be back. If for no other reason, because he might believe he owes me one after I fucked Donna." Ted moved closer to the curvaceous young woman he had been living with since they left Los Angeles.

"Now tell me the truth, you'd kind of like getting your hands on Juan, wouldn't you?" Pulling her close to him, he leaned down and planted a soft wet kiss on the side of her neck, his right hand caressing her breast.

"Mmmmm, it wouldn't be bad, I guess," Mitzi told him in a husky voice, feeling desire smoldering down in her loins. She tried to picture Juan's naked penis while she let her hands run down over Ted's buttocks and then around to the slight bulge in the front of his trousers. She could feel his penis slowly coming to life under her lightly stroking fingers, surprised that so soon after what had happened with Donna the two of them could be getting interested in each other.

"He's quite a stud, if you can believe his stories," Ted went on, pulling the redhead with him down onto the couch. "And since you don't like sex too much, it might do you good to have some new cock now and then." He was laughing at her softly as he stroked his extended middle finger up and down between her moistening cuntal lips through the thin, silky material of her panties.

The last thing you could say about Mitzi is that she's frigid, he told himself happily.

"Oh, is that so?" Mitzi countered. "I haven't heard any complaints before now." As if to prove her point she deftly unzipped his fly and searched with her fingers inside his shorts until his thickly engorged cock came free, protruding obscenely from the opening of his trousers. Almost reverently she stroked the loose outer skin up and down over the blunt, bulbous tip.

"Ohh, baby, you know what I like," Ted moaned, at the same time slipping his hand farther up under her skirt, running his fingertips along the nakedly trembling flesh of her belly and then down into her skimpy bikini panties until he came again to the warm wet hair-lined split of her pussy. They were lying side by side now, their mouths pressed wetly together as they fondled each other's naked genitals.

Suddenly Mitzi pulled her mouth away from his, pushing him down with her left hand on his shoulder until he lay flat on his back on the couch. Then she twisted herself around till she lay with her shapely legs close to his head and her panty-clad pussy was ready and willing to receive his fingers again. Looking down at the rigidly pulsing cock she held in her right hand, Mitzi pointed it straight up at the ceiling as she bent her head down over him.

"I'll show you whether I like sex or not," she threatened him in mock-anger. With that, she placed the moist softness of her lips boldly around his throbbing hot glans, lightly running the tip of her tongue along the semen-seeping slit at the end. Since being forced to suck Roper's penis that humiliating Saturday night which now seemed so long ago, this was the first time the young redhead had really wanted to do it again, even though Ted had occasionally asked her. But now she had learned to love the hard thickness he had fucked her with so many times in the last few weeks, and she could understand how it would be possible to enjoy sucking her lover's cock.

"Oh, yes, baby, suck it good," she heard Ted groan above her, as he slithered his fingers under the narrow lace crotchband of her panties and ran them tantalizingly back and forth across the flowering wet ring of her pussy mouth. Gradually she felt him slip his extended middle finger up into the small quivering opening, sending little shivers of lewd desire coursing up and down her spine.

Lifting her mouth away from his still-swelling cock for a moment, she told him, "Let me turn upside down on top of you, honey. I want you to lick me while I suck your cock."

Without a second's hesitation, his hands were helping her remove the cotton print blouse and short skirt she was wearing, and he peeled her panties from her firmly rounded ass-cheeks as she turned upside down over him, placed her knees on either side of his head and moved her already warmly pulsating young vagina closer to his face. Then he was looking up at her moist pink cuntal mouth palpitating only inches away from his eyes, undulating slightly as if impatient to feel his tongue swirling maddeningly up inside her hotly demanding pussy. Once again he felt her full red lips close tightly around the head of his excitedly throbbing cock, and with a groan he wormed his long pointed tongue deep up into the wet inner walls, grasping her round, resilient buttocks in his fingers to pull her down closer to his questing mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm, ggggggooooodddd," she mumbled around his rigid shaft of flesh. Her moist, warm mouth was moving up and down over his pulsating hardness in a slow, magical rhythm that caused a dull, pleasant ache in his again sperm-weighted balls. As she hovered over him on her elbows and knees, she dug her hands inside his pants and eased his sperm-swollen testicles outside the open fly, tickling her fingernails teasingly over the tangles of dark brown pubic hair, and sending hot flashes of sensual urgency racing through his loins. Her mouth was pushed down all the way over his bursting rod of flesh, enclosing his throbbing hardness in a moist, warm pressure of love. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it and he could feel the slightly abrasive softness of her wet tongue swirling maddeningly around the sensitive glans of his cock.

"Christ, that's good," he groaned up into the flowering warmth of her desire-moistened cunt. Slowly he began pumping his cock up into her widely ovaled mouth while she gently massaged his aching testicles and stroked the base of his hard, expanded penis between her thumb and forefinger. His tongue felt her clitoris quivering up into full erection, and she began rocking back and forth over him, moaning around the delicious thickness buried between her hungering lips.

Mitzi felt herself getting more excited than she had felt in a long time, and with surprise it dawned on her that it was not only the pleasant pressure of his tongue on her throbbing clitoris-it was also the thought of Juan, maybe soon fucking his virile young hardness up into her open cunt, that incited her lust. Fucking her mouth up and down on Ted's thick cock in total abandon now, licking her fluid tongue furiously around and around its blood-engorged girth, taking his entire swollen penis all the way into the back of her throat, Mitzi concentrated her thoughts on the young boy she'd just met and what he would look like hovering over her to plunge his shaft deep up between her waiting, widespread legs. The picture was so clear in her mind that it nearly drove her wild and she began gyrating her loins wildly over Ted's madly thrusting tongue.

In Ted's testicles, huge pools of liquid heat were building up fast as he felt the young red-haired wife working and slaving over his nearly exploding cock. Little rivulets of perspiration rolled down the inside of her thighs as she swayed and rocked over his obscenely laving mouth, and then suddenly she was cumming.

As if possessed by a demon, her ass-cheeks jerked and trembled in his passion-crazed grasp, her swollen little clitoris grinding hotly back and forth over his extended tongue, while her naked belly rippled with the force of her climax. Great warm gushes of her fragrant cuntal fluids seeped out into his openly working mouth and her smooth inner thighs closed spasmodically around his ears. The moment for Ted was here now too, and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the white-hot sperm begin its mad dash up from his balls to spurt in thin, hot streams into the sanctity of his red-haired lover's endlessly sucking mouth.

The sensuous young wife continued swallowing voraciously as her lover emptied his reservoir of thick pungent semen deep up into the tight wet warmth of her insanely moaning throat. The ravishing redhead seemed starved for his cum, and while his spent cock deflated slowly in her mouth she continued sucking greedily, drawing every precious drop of the thick, warm sperm from his poignantly aching balls.

Finally Ted had nothing more to give. Mitzi let his softness slip wetly from her still warmly clinging lips as she rolled off to one side, exhausted from her own orgasm and the effort she had expended over her lover's lust-quenching cock.

Never had she dreamed that she could become so free and easy in her lifetime, even willingly enjoying sucking a man's penis. That was something that only the boldest girls sometimes whispered about in the locker room of the gym when she was in high school, and they had been considered nothing better than teenage whores. It just depends on how you look at it. Mitzi smiled to herself, heaving a deep sigh of satisfaction. Glancing from her prone position up into Ted's eyes, she met him looking down at her.

They watched a movie on TV. It was about two couples that went to Vegas together, and did a swap trip. It was called Ted and Alice and two other names she couldn't remember, but she needled Ted all the way through it about his name counterpart.

"Same name, but he's handsomer than you," she laughed.

"Handsomer, slimandomer. Bet he can't turn a gal on like I can, hmm?"

"I dunno. He looks pretty wild to me. Why don't you give me another demonstration? I think I need more evidence before I decide."

"More, woman?"

"More, man."

And so he gave her more. And more. Until she was convinced that she would never have that lonely feeling in the pit of her tummy again.

MITZI WANTS MORE

Rolling over on top of Mitzi's nearly naked form writhing wildly beneath him, Ted ignored her half-coherent protests and reached for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands ... slipping her panties away from the tender swell of her hips and thighs ... pressing his hotly throbbing pole of flesh up the narrow valley of her churning loins ... feeling the heat of her pussy as she reached up for the lewdly probing tip of his rigid cock shaft.

Mitzi didn't protest any more-like she had done before-in fact she wanted more, more, more!