Brad Roberts - Jenny_s favorite color

Jenny let out a cry of raw animal pleasure, and it drove Janice wild, sending a searing flame of lust ripping through her. She let the tip of Jenny's nipple slip deeper into her mouth, then grasped it gently between her teeth.

She chewed at it gently, nibbling, hungrily, and Jenny went wild under her. Janice worked on the hot tip for a good five minutes, then she moved her mouth to its mate, giving it the same treatment.

She moved her free hand down between them and cupped Jenny's hot mound lovingly for a few seconds, feeling the hot, flowing juice; then she shoved a finger inside the yawning cunt and began to finger the lush redhead feverishly.

She kept her finger stroking deeply for a few seconds, then, with a wild moan, lifted her head from Jenny's swollen, pulsating nipple and moved it downward, letting her lips meet Jenny's swollen cuntlips in a brief kiss.

The brushing caress set Jenny on fire.

"Oh God… eat me… eat me…"

Janice's tongue surged free of her mouth and shot between the bloodengorged outer lips of Jenny's hot box, then began to probe deep inside. At the same time, she spun around on the couch, settling into a sixty-nine position. Jenny was hot for it, and she accepted the invitation instantly, pulling Janice down so she could return the favor.

Janice's mouth found the stiff, throbbing nubbin of Jenny's clitoris, and she lavished attention on it… chewing… lolling… lapping… nibbling.

Jenny had been a slow starter, but there was no holding her back now. The sweet, succulent taste of Janice's hot cunt was new and thrilling to her, and she applied herself to it quickly, picking up the little tricks of pleasing that Janice was so avidly showing her below.

They chewed and sucked at each other, lapping hungrily at their tender, aching pussies; then suddenly the lights went out for Jenny, and a split second later flashed on brilliantly, wildly.

She lashed through her crisis, wild animal cries of muffled pleasure filling the room as Janice brought her over the top, then made it a split-second later.

They rocked and twisted together on the couch, both of them high on the wondrous tremors of ecstasy that ripped through them.

It took a long time for them to come down, and finally Janice lifted herself up off Jenny and sat down on the edge of the couch. Her eyes settled on the lush redhead as she lit a cigarette and exhaled.

"Well, baby, what did you think of it?"

Jenny managed to speak in a hoarse, strained voice. "It was wonderful… simply wonderful…"

Janice grinned. "It gets better, honey, much better."

Jenny managed to pull herself upright slowly and lean back against the couch. She paused for a few seconds, wildly sucking in air, trying to regain control of her breathing; then she accepted the cigarette Janice offered her and nodded her thanks as she took a deep drag.

Neither of them were ready to talk for a few minutes, and Janice took the time to figure out what she was going to do about the situation she found confronting her.

After making it with Jenny, she was eager for the four of them to get together; yet the thought of making it with a strange couple, a Negress, filled her with expectation. She had no desire to nip the promising affair between Ian and Jenny in the bud simply for a chance at something that might not work out; yet she knew she was going to have to find some way to stall Jenny and Ian off at least until after the weekend. If she read the signs right, Jenny wasn't about to want the weekend to slip by without a full-fledged session between the four of them.

She leaned forward and poured them out fresh drinks; then she handed Jenny one.

"You sure as hell passed the test, honey. I'll talk it over with Don on the weekend; and if he's still game, we can get together some time next week."

The disappointment was obvious both in Jenny's features and in the tone of her voice.

"I was sort of hoping we could meet this weekend; Ian and I are more than ready."

Janice cut her off.

"This is a pretty big step, honey; I think all four of us should have a few days to think about it."

Janice did her best to sound sincere, and Jenny reluctantly agreed.

"Maybe you're right."

She glanced at her watch and lifted her glass.

"I'd better get the hell out of here; I didn't realize it was so late."

Janice laughed.

"Time goes fast when you're enjoying yourself."

Don crushed out his cigarette and rolled off the bed. He crossed over to the motel window and pushed the curtain aside.

"We've been here damn near twenty-four hours, and not even a nibble."

Janice was just as dejected as he was. She hadn't really held out too much hope that the Negro couple would arrive on Friday night, but she had expected them to show before now. They had been cooped up in the room all day, and it was seven o'clock Saturday night.

She came out of her own thoughts as Don spoke again.

"We should have set up the weekend with Ian and Jenny; they were eager enough."

Janice got up off the bed and crossed over to the dresser. She was in the midst of pouring herself a drink when Don beckoned to her.

"Hey, look at this; do you think that could be them?"

Janice joined him at the window and looked toward the office. A welldressed Negro couple was just leaving, obviously looking for a cabin. As she watched them, she sensed the uneasiness in them that she and Don had felt when they'd registered. She felt a wave of excitement sweep through her.

"It has to be; look at them; they keep looking around to see if anyone is watching."

Don raised his hand to silence her and let the curtain drop.

"The manager came out behind them; he pointed in this direction."

Janice moved across the room. She pushed the bottle and glasses back slightly, arranging them in some semblance of order; then she sat down in the chair beside the bed. Don looked at her and grinned, then moved across toward the door.

A knock sounded just as he approached it, and he pulled it open and smiled. The motel manager looked from Don to the couple behind him.

"Mr. and Mrs. Denison here… were asking for you…"

Don cut him off.

"Hi, we've been waiting for you. C'mon in and have a drink before you get settled."

The manager seemed relieved at having reunited them. He glanced toward the luggage Ben was holding.

"I'll see that those get into your room if you want."

Ben flashed him a smile and followed it with a dollar bill as the manager latched onto the luggage and walked away. Don waited until he was a few feet away, then waved Ben and Sue inside.

All the frustration that had built in him during the hours of waiting faded instantly, and he grinned as he shut the door behind them.

"We thought you weren't coming."

Ben hadn't lost his uneasiness. He managed a small grin.

"We didn't get your letter until this afternoon." Janice broke into the conversation.

"Who gives a damn; you're here now, and that's what counts."

She waved them in the direction of the bed.

"Sit down; I'll fix us a round of drinks."

Don stretched out his hand toward Ben.

"I'm Don… that's Janice."

Ben nodded toward his wife.

"Sue and Ben…"

He almost added Canton, but caught himself before it slipped out.

Don grinned.

"That's right; only first names."

Ian was fucking Jenny with slow, deliberate strokes as they watched the flickering film at the other end of the bedroom.

Jenny's version of what had taken place between she and Janice during the afternoon before had made him eager to trade, and suddenly watching the film while he put the blocks to Jenny wasn't as good as it had been.

He was disappointed that they couldn't begin the swapping right away, and so was Jenny. Both of them had been tempted to contact Don and Janice, and tell them of their eagerness; but they had agreed that it was something you couldn't push.