Jane Fox - Her pervert parents

"It's on my dresser dear," her mother called back. "Help yourself."

Trudi sat down at her mother's dressing table. There it was. The tiny bottle of expensive stuff that her mother never wore. She would slip it into her purse and take it with her. Trudi glanced at herself in the mirror and then she noticed something under the bed. It looked like a book. Her mother had probably dropped it or something. She stooped over to pick it up.

Trudi's eyes widened. She gasped loudly. It was a fuck-book! What could her, mother be doing with a fuck-book? She flipped through the pages quickly, It was about wife-swapping!

"Trudi! Sam is here!" her mother called from downstairs. Trudi quickly dropped the book back where she had found it. She'd have to think about why her mother had a sexy book like this later. Right now she had to hurry downstairs and make her mother think that everything was perfectly normal.

Twenty minutes later Sam and Trudi were sitting on the couch at the Larson's lake cottage waiting for Bill and Linda. Bill was supposed to bring a bottle of wine and Sam had already put his in the refrigerator to chill.

Trudi glanced at Sam quickly. He certainly was handsome! She wished that Bill and Linda would be late or something. She sure wouldn't mind a little more time with Sam. Maybe they could cuddle a little bit and she could get him to kiss her and….

The phone rang shrilly. She rushed over to answer it. She could hardly suppress the smile of happiness she felt when Bill explained that he and Linda would be at least an hour late.

"That was Bill," she said, being careful not to act too excited. "He said that he and Linda would be at least another hour; He got a flat and they have to wait for it to be fixed. He said to go ahead and start on the wine and they'll catch up when they get here."

Sam tried to look properly disappointed. It was hard, though. He didn't mind spending a little more time with Trudi. She was really cute! He wondered if Bill had gotten her cherry yet. He wished he could get Linda's. It was really getting frustrating. Every time he and Linda went out he'd get one hell of a hard-on and he'd have to go home and beat off. It was really getting to be a drag. He wished she'd give in! He didn't know how much more he could stand.

He handed Trudi a glass of wine. God! She sure had a pretty smile!

And that dress was really something! If the neckline was any lower he could see her nipples!

Sam blushed bright red. He knew his face was almost the color of Trudi's dress. He couldn't seem to stop staring at her tits.. They were so pretty and the dress sure didn't hide anything. He could see her hard little nipples bouncing right out against the satiny fabric!

Trudi sipped at her wine. It made her feel very adult to drink. She was so excited the wine seemed to be going straight to her head, making her feel like doing all sorts of bold things. Maybe it wasn't the wine, though. Maybe it was the way Sam kept staring at her titties. You'd think he'd never seen a tit before the way he was ogling her nipples. She wondered if Linda let him stare like that. Probably not, from what Bill had said. Bill said that Linda was a regular prude.

She probably never even let poor Sam touch her titties. Poor Sam had probably never touched a tit in his whole life. The more she drank, the more Trudi felt sorry for poor Sam.

Finally she just couldn't stand it anymore. She had to find out if Sam had ever touched a tit or tweaked a nipple.

"Sam?" she asked huskily. "Sam? You've been staring at my titties all night. Doesn't Linda let you play with her?"

"Uh…uh…no! No, she doesn't!" Sam answered. His face flushed even more. He couldn't meet her eyes. He hadn't meant to stare like that.

"I'm sorry, Trudi," he mumbled. "It's just that she never lets me… I mean… I'd really like to…well…you know…I'd like to play with yours!"

Trudi almost laughed right out loud. For such a gorgeous hunk of man, Sam was sure a fumble-fingers when it came to making a pass.

Of course, if Linda had stopped him every time he tried, he probably didn't have much self confidence left. Trudi glanced quickly at his face.

Sam was still blushing He looked like a small boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Good heavens! Someone needed to help Sam out!

Trudi knew that poor Sam was feeling guilty about even trying to make a pass. Linda had really fucked him up. She flashed hint a brilliant smile. If anyone could help Sam get his self-confidence back, it was her. She would make him think that he was the best stud in the whole school.

"Minmmmmm," she murmured, licking her lips. "I'd really like it if you played with my titties, Sam. I=d like it a lot! I've been thinking about you ever since we decided to switch before the dance and I was hoping that you'd make a pass at me. I think you're sexy!"

She scooted over next to him and threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down until his lips almost met hers.

"Kiss me, Sam," she invited. "Kiss me a little. I'd like that."

Sam looked like he was ready to swallow his tongue. His face lit up in a huge smile. He couldn't believe his good fortune. He hoped Trudi would like the way he kissed.

Sam kissed her slowly and lingeringly, working his tongue into all the crevices of her hot, wet mouth. He explored her hot little cave thoroughly with his probing tongue.

Trudi snuggled up closer to him. She rubbed her nipples against his broad chest. She knew that he could feel them poke out and thrust against his shirt.

She stuck her tongue in his mouth. She did the same thing he had done. She explored every part of his mouth and then she made in-and-out, flicking motions with her tongue.

Sam groaned. Either Trudi meant business or she was the greatest cock-teaser in the world. He tried to catch his breath. He could feel himself panting as a result of Trudi's sexy answer to his kiss. God, he wished that Linda would kiss like that.

Good old Linda! Sam loved, her a lot, but he wished she would be more like Trudi. Trudi acted like she enjoyed his kisses. Linda just acted like she was doing something she shouldn't and she kept pulling away, closing her mouth to his tongue and trying not to rub up against him.

"Wow!" he breathed. "You sure know how to kiss!"

"Thank you, Sam," Trudi breathed. "Would you like to play with my titties now?" She smiled sexily.

"Yeah!" Sam gasped. "Sure! Sure, I'd like to, Trudi! You bet! You don't mind though? I mean, you'll let me?"

"Of course, silly!" Trudi assured him. "I want you to. My titties are all swollen up, they're so excited. See?"

Trudi pulled down the top of her gown. She knew the effect would be sexy, but she didn't realize just how sexy.

Sam stared with open-mouthed amazement. He'd never seen real tits before. The pictures in magazines and pin-ups just didn't prepare him for the real thing. They were beautiful! Maybe they weren=t as big as the ones on the nude model., but they were beautiful anyway!

Sam couldn't believe this was really happening to him. He was going to touch real titties for the first time and he hadn't, even had to wrestle around for it.

He reached out with both hands. They trembled slightly. He laid them gently on her round tits and began to rub lightly. He gasped in wonder. Her tits were so warm. Somehow he had expected them to feel like marble. And they were so satiny and firm at the same time.

He didn't know how something so firm and pointed could be so soft at the same time. It was a miracle and he loved them!

He got a little bolder. It seemed she liked his touches. She was sort of panting and she had a big smile on her face. Evidently he was doing all right or she wouldn't be smiling Sam squeezed gently. He molded both of her firm little tits in his hands and squeezed the smooth, silky flesh. Instantly his cock lurched, straining against his pants.