Raymond Thomas - The Young Swappers

His next order of business was to remove his lover’s light blue dress.

He observed quickly just how excited he was, based on the manner in which his fingers shook. He began to undo her buttons, removing them, then pulling the dress off of her.

“You really are a tiger,” she sighed.

“You’re damned right, particularly between my legs,” he laughed.

Joel conscientiously wrapped his arms around her body once more, gliding her down on top of the bed.

As she lay there, waiting for his next move, he finished the act of removing her dress.

It turned him on big to observe the black garter belt she wore.

He reached out and began to tug at it, then snapped the straps against her smooth skin, which had reddened in the hot Palm Springs sun.

While he toyed with the straps of the garter belt, he leaned forward and kissed her lips several times briskly in rapid succession.

After removing his lips from hers, he decided to concentrate fully on getting her completely nude.

His fingers worked at the straps, undoing them, then pulling them off of her.

As he tugged off the straps, he reached out and pinched her legs. It felt good for him to press his skin firmly against hers. It seemed like any kind of contact in which he engaged Faye provided him with that much more in the way of uninhibited joy.

His next big move was to reach out and grip her panties, pulling at the elastic, quickly moving them down her legs.

If there was one thing that he desired to see at that moment, it was her smooth, hairy twat, which he wanted to reach out and fondle. It made Joel feel good to play with a girl’s pussy, and that was always one of his first orders of business after he succeeded in undressing Sheila. But he was even more desirous of such contact with Faye, since he knew her so very little.

He worked her panties off-of her with several swift pulls of his wrists. He reached out and let his fingers come into contact with her thighs.

Up and down he worked his fingers around her thighs, after which the fingers of his right hand began to toy with her mound.

He looked down at the delectable pink vaginal flesh which rested beneath the soft, blond pubic hair.

His fingers would touch her pussy flesh a few times, then gravitate over toward her blond pubic mound, with which he would come into contact.

His fingers soon began to pull and tug against the pussy flesh. The longer that he allowed his fingers to glide against her mound, the better that Joel felt he was getting to know Faye.

“I like the way your fingers are moving,” Faye sighed. “That’s real nice, darling.

“You do a lot for me. That brings out the animal in me.”

“I guess I’m just beginning to see what you’ve got to offer. This is just the warm-up. I can hardly wait until we really get into things.”

“You won’t regret any of it.”

“I’m sure I won’t.”

His activities continued, and now his fingers were working more quickly than before.

He liked letting them glide unrestrainedly over her mound, and soon he began to feel a pleasant wetness coming about inside her as a result of his smooth, consistent efforts.

“Honey, I wish you’d suck my asshole while you’re playing with my pussy,” Faye gasped.

“That sounds like a real winner.”

“I’ll let you know when I’m ready to juice. Mickey does that to me all the time, but it’s getting old with him. I mean, it’s the same old action. Same pace. I know it backwards, forwards, and sideways. But I’ll bet you’ll put some new spontaneity into it. Yes, we probably should have resorted to something like this a long time ago.”

“That can cure a marriage that is in a rut,” Joel laughed.

“Is that what happened to yours?”

“It sure did.”

“Then let’s take the rut out of our lives,” she smiled. “Keep working your fingers, honey, and let your tongue dart inside my asshole.”

“All right, get set.”

While Faye lay back, luxuriating in the afternoon glow of sex, she watched her new lover let his fingers flick even more casually than before. He continued generating steam with his fingers, and as they worked their way around her mound, he dropped his head down and decided to go after her anus.

He reached out with his teeth, letting them nibble against her buttocks. He knew that those sensations would cause even more electricity to emerge within her body.

He proved perfectly accurate in his assumption. Faye’s body rocked back and forth as he provided her with aspiration, steadily working his teeth against her buttocks.

“I can’t take much more,” Faye finally called out. “You’ve got to work your tongue in my asshole, baby. That’s what I need, and I need it bad.”

As his talented fingers continued to pursue her mound, which was becoming wetter as time went by, he sank his tongue inside her pink anal canal.

He worked his tongue with supreme diligence from the very beginning, allowing it to move smoothly but rapidly, working his way anxiously forward, as his tongue penetrated ever more sharply inside her asshole.

She could feel the itchiness circulating throughout her supple body. If the finger stabs inside her mound had initiated the effort, the blazing ass suck was completing it as Joel drove his tongue at a furious pace, determined to provide her with all the sensations that he could.

While his tongue drove and splashed inside her asshole, her body flounced in dramatic response to his efforts. He liked the manner in which her breasts were jiggling from the sensations he generated with his tongue and fingers.

‘Joel knew that he couldn’t possibly provide her with much more in the way of that kind of excitement before she would find it necessary to steer him back to her pussy, which would need to be bathed with his tongue.

“Go to work on my mound,” she finally cried out hoarsely. “Suck it, my dear.”

He quickly removed his tongue from her asshole, looking down at her dewy mound, which he had precipitated wetness from through his steady finger movements.

Joel let his fingers slide up and down her lovely warm legs, then dropped his head toward her snatch.

He licked his lips several times appreciatively before engaging in his first contact, then permitted his tongue to connect with her mound for the first time.

When he made his initial contact, Faye became so carried away that she let out an inspired shout.

“What a fucker, what a sucker,” she erupted. “Keep it up, baby. Play with my butt. Finger my asshole. That’s where the action is, baby. In my ass and in my cunt.”

While his tongue picked up the steady tempo, stabbing against her wet vaginal walls, he let his fingers pinch her ass cheeks.

Every time that he touched her butt, she flipped her ass cheeks and hips around in a corkscrew fashion.

“That’s where it’s at,” she would exclaim whenever she was particularly aroused.

The determined efforts continued as his tongue pierced her vagina with systematic urgency. He was hungrily awaiting her orgasm, so he could swallow it, then move on to the next stage of activity.

It gave him a feeling of pride to know that he had brought Faye out of her sexual wilderness. She had been apparently withering on the vine with her husband Mickey in much the same way that he had been encountering a good deal of boredom lately in sex with Sheila. They both had an opportunity to break out of their respective shells together, and each of them was doing his and her level best to achieve those successful results.

Joel kept up his steady cuntal attack, driving his tongue forward, moving her ever closer to climax.

She finally was unable to take any more of his superb strokes. At that point she lifted her butt from the bed. — Joel saw an opportunity, and promptly took advantage of it, slamming his left forefinger high into her asshole.