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     Jim  Woban  stared at the screen of his word  processor  and 

tried again to make words appear.  Sometimes it was too  frustra-

ting  to bear. A story would begin and take itself through  chap-

ters  of  action, romance and mystery, and then leave  him  aban-

doned, suddenly without words or inspiration, only a deadline for 

his tyrannical editor, Jake, or Arnie, his parasite of an agent!



     He caught himself and mentally chastised his thoughts.  Both 

men  had  been more than fair and helped him  through  the  rough 

times  of his divorce, extending time and money when  they  would 

have  been more than justified in leaving him in a pool of  self-

pity and cheap Scotch. 



     It  had only been a few months, seven, to be exact, that  he 

had  suddenly  found himself single, his net  worth  dramatically 

reduced,  and his world in a total shambles. Since then,  he  had 

sold the house, invested as much of the money as he could (thanks 

to  Arnie's nagging) and moved to this rented room to finish  the 

novel Jake had commissioned at some jeopardy to his own position. 

His  publishing  house disliked large advances  to  lush  writers 

whose past efforts were slightly above mediocre!



     In the kitchen below him, he could hear Katie Sorben  moving 

about cooking dinner for her husband and their boarder. Katie and 

Karl  were in their early thirties, but had only been  married  a 

few years; both had been married before. Karl was a machinist  at 

a  local plant and Katie worked 6 A.M. to Noon at a bakery.  They 

had bought a large house with a large mortgage and found they had 

to  take  in a boarder to make ends meet. Their ad  had  hit  the 

paper two months after Jim's life jumped into the dumper. 



     Ten  years their senior, he lived quietly and tried  not  to 

interfere in their daily lives, with the exception of the  dinner 

meal.  Lately, Karl had been inviting him to join  them  watching 

the  Sunday football games and Katie had extended the  invitation 

to other T.V. shows during the week.  They were cheerful and  po-

lite, neither of them prying into his private affairs or pressing 

their own business on him.



     Sometimes  he would hear them arguing with one another  like 

any  other married couple, but in most cases, life in the  Sorben 

household went along on an even keel. From time to time, he would 

hear  the  unmistakable  sounds of their  lovemaking.  Katie,  he 

noted, was a "squealer" and, apparently, Karl gave her  something 

to squeal about. 



     After  his divorce, the thought of any type of  romantic  or 

sexual  encounter chilled him thoroughly. True,  Katie's  muffled 

squeals  sometimes  sent him into an Onanistic  fantasy,  but  he 

channeled  his efforts and energies into his work. He grinned  as 

he reread a portion he had written one evening when she and  Karl 

had been especially loud. He wondered if she would ever guess she 

had been the inspiration for one of the juicier situations in his 

novel. 



     It was not difficult to let his mind wander as he thought of 

her  tight,  chunky  figure moving about the  kitchen  under  her 

kimono.  Katie was not terribly buxom, but her breasts  and  but-

tocks moved freely when she wore nothing under her robe. She  was 

not flagrant but she carried an understated sexuality that seemed 

to always suggest something more than met the eye. A slight  lift 

to  an  eyebrow, a hint of a smile at the corner of her  mouth  - 

there  was  just something about her Jim could only  classify  as 

sexy.



     Karl,  on the other hand, was tall, lanky and  outgoing.  He 

liked to laugh and yet, retained a sort of privacy Jim could  ap-

preciate.  To  Jim's pleasant surprise, he found that  the  man's 

lack of formal schooling had not prevented him from being  rather 

well-read  and  quite sensitive. A T.V. tear-jerker  could  bring 

tears to his eyes and he made no apologies. Jim grew to like  him 

quickly and Karl seemed to return the feeling. 



     The  three of them lived together quietly,  contentedly  and 

peacefully.



     Until the afternoon Katie dropped the butter.



     He had been trying to write, but was in a dead end.  Hearing 

Katie preparing dinner, he decided to take a break and get a cold 

soda before trying to do anymore. In the kitchen, Katie was busi-

ly  getting out the ingredients for a Bundt cake when  he  walked 

in. She was wearing a short robe, as she often did in the  after-

noons. Usually, after work, she went out somewhere, came home and 

showered, started dinner, and then went upstairs to dress  before 

they  sat down to eat. The sight of Katie in a short  kimono  was 

certainly pleasant, but it was nothing new.



     As  Jim entered the kitchen, Katie dropped a  quarter  pound 

bar of butter on the floor.



     "Shit!"  she exclaimed, and bent over to pick it  up,  still 

balancing a measuring cup of milk in one hand.



     As  she  bent over, her robe slid up to clearly  expose  the 

naked cheeks of her behind and the fur covered lips of her pussy. 

Jim  stood frozen as she picked up the butter and put it back  on 

the counter. Then she turned and saw him.



     She  must  have known by the look on his face  what  he  had 

seen, but she looked directly at him with a half-smile.



     "It was the last damned butter in the house!" she said.



     He swallowed hard.



     "Want me to run out and get some more?"



     "No.  I'll let Karl pick some up on his way home.  I'll  use 

shortening  for  the cake. I just hate to have to clean  up  this 

greasy mess," she said indicating where the remnants of the  but-

ter showed clearly on the floor.



     Taking  a cloth from the counter, she turned again  to  bend 

down and wipe the floor, and again her robe slipped up to  expose 

her behind. Jim's eyes opened wide as he watched.



     "How does it look?" she asked him.



     He stood tongue-tied.



     "The floor," she said. "Did I get it all?"



     "Yeah!" Jim answered. "It looks good. Real Good."



     Katie burst into a fit of laughter.



     "You're  something else," she roared. "Wait 'til Karl  hears 

this one!"



     Jim  was mortified. He never intended to spy on  the  woman, 

let alone get involved in a confrontation with her husband.



     "I...I'm  sorry!"  he stammered. "I just wanted a  drink.  I 

didn't mean to..."



     "Oh,  Jim!" she laughed. "Don't worry. You don't know  Karl. 

He'll  get as big a kick out of it as I do. You've got to be  the 

shiest man I've ever seen! And besides, I'm kind of flattered you 

liked looking at me. You did, didn't you?"



     "Well,  sure.  I guess," Jim stammered. "I'm a  little  con-

fused, Katie. What's going on?"



     "Don't be. Sit down," she said as she poured a soda for him. 

"You've been here almost four months and you haven't been out  of 

the house once. Socially, I mean. You're an attractive man,  Jim. 

You  should  be seeing people. You can bring women  here  if  you 

want. Karl and I don't mind."



     "I just don't have time," he muttered.



     "Balls! All you're doing is making yourself horny as a goat. 

i saw the way you've been watching me. It's all right, of course, 

but you should be getting out. Karl thinks so too."



     "I  really don;t know anybody, Katie. And I was  never  real 

great at the singles scene. I'm sorry if I seem to be staring  at 

you too much. I'll be more discreet from now on."



     Katie  suddenly  threw open her robe and exposed  her  small 

breasts.



     "How's that for discreet!" she challenged. "Hell, Jim,  Karl 

and I don't care if you want to look at me, it's just that you're 

a  nice guy and you shouldn't be depriving yourself of  sex  just 

because  you had a bad time once. I mean, we're really  concerned 

about you."



     Jim could not believe what she was saying, but continued  to 

stare at her breasts. The nipples were small and brown and  poin-

ty. Her breasts were soft and well-shaped with just a little  sag 

that made them all the more attractive. All he could think of was 

how they would feel between his lips. It had been so, so long!



     "Jim,  come  back," she called and pulled her  robe  closed. 

"You're farther gone than I'd thought. Maybe Karl was right."



     Jim shook his head.



     "What do you mean? Right about what?"



     She  blushed and glanced at him with a look that he felt  go 

all the way to his groin.



     "Oh, nothing," she said. "Well, not nothing, but..."



     She got up and walked across the kitchen to one of the  cup-

boards.



     "Do  me a favor?" she asked. "Reach up and get me that  cake 

pan, would you?"



     The pan was on the very highest shelf and when he reached up 

to  get it, he had to balance himself on tiptoe while  he  worked 

the pan from under a pile of other things.



     Without warning, he felt her hand grope his crotch.



     "God damn!" he exploded.



     "Don't drop anything!" she warned. 



     "What the Hell are you doing?" he demanded.



     "I  just wanted to see something, that's all. I didn't  hurt 

you, did I?"



     Jim extracted the pan and regained his composure.



     "I  don't know if I'm ready for this," he gasped. "You're  a 

beautiful woman, Katie, but I don't want Karl kicking my ass  for 

messing around with his wife."



     Katie laughed and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.



     "Don't worry about that. You liked it, didn't you?" 



     "That's not the point."



     "Of course it is," she told him. "We're going to have to get 

you taken care of, and that's all there is to it."



     Jim considered skipping dinner that evening, but decided  it 

would be best to face the music.



     Karl was in a particularly good humor as Jim joined them  at 

the  table.  To his dismay, though, Katie had  not  changed,  but 

still  wore  the abbreviated robe and,  very  obviously,  nothing 

else. Karl, too, wore a Japanese-style Hopi jacket belted with  a 

sash.  It bore the same design as Katie's, a large red  butterfly 

in  a  circle of yellow. He was sitting down, but it  struck  Jim 

that he probably wore nothing else, as well!

 

     "Katie  tells  me you two had quite a day,"  Karl  announced 

shortly after they had begun eating. "Now you can see just why  I 

married her. Cutest little ass in captivity. How about it?"



     Jim nodded silently and looked from one to the other.



     Karl  laughed and reached over to pat Jim's  shoulder  reas-

suringly.



     "Don't  worry,  I'm not going to jump you  for  admiring  my 

wife's  body.  If I did that, I'd be jumping most of the  men  in 

this  town.  We're just worried about you, Jim. I  told  her  she 

should  trim  your tree, but she didn't think you'd  want  to  go 

along  with it. Why don't you let us fix you up with a friend  of 

ours?"



     "I...I don't think so," Jim began.     



     "C'mon,  Jim!" Katie urged. "Susan's a nice  person.  You'll 

like  her. It's not like you're going to the Senior  Prom,  after 

all!"     



     "You  might even get lucky," Karl added with a  wink  toward 

his wife.



     Jim shrugged. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a 

woman and seeing Katie had not made things any easier.



     "What's she like?" he asked.



     "Nice," Katie offered. "You'll like her."



     "She's a lot of fun and decent looking, too," Karl added.



     "She's divorced and horny. Just like you," Katie giggled.



     "And best of all, she's a Butterfly," Karl declared.



     Jim waited for him to explain. When he failed to  elaborate, 

Jim asked, "What's a Butterfly?"



     Karl held out his right hand and showed Jim a small ring. It 

bore  the same butterfly design that he and Katie wore  on  their 

robes. Katie held out her hand and showed him hers. It was  iden-

tical to Karl's.



     "We met each other through Butterfly," she told him. "It's a 

special group of people. That's all."



     "What do they do?" he asked.



     Karl  laughed and told him, "More later. Tomorrow Susan  and 

then,  who knows? The important thing is to get you out  of  your 

funk and back into the world."



     "I  suppose so," Jim sighed. "But for now, I have a book  to 

finish or I'm going to be very, very far behind in the rent."



     "Is it like Beauregard Flats?" Karl asked.



     "You read it?"



     "I'm just finishing it now. I didn't know you wrote it until 

I  saw your picture on the jacket. I didn't know we had a  celeb-

rity in the house!"



     "According  to  my editor, you don't. And if I  don't  start 

getting some ideas working, you never will!"



     "Where do you get ideas from?" Katie asked.



     "Life, I guess," Jim told her.



     "Wasn't Beau Flats a bisexual?" Karl asked.



     "Yes. That was the point of the whole thing."



     "I mean, some of the scenes you wrote were really realistic. 

I thought you said you wrote from experience!"



     Katie giggled as Jim squirmed.



     "I also have a good imagination," he assured them.



     Karl grinned at him.



     After  dinner  he  went back to his room  and  continued  to 

write.  The words came a little better, but not the way he  liked 

them.  It was nearly 11 when he heard a light knock on the  door. 

He  went to open it and found Katie in a sheer baby doll  nightie 

very visibly without bottoms.



     "I saw your light and wondered if you wanted anything,"  she 

told him.



     He looked at her dark nipples and the triangle of her  pubic 

patch showing through the sheer fabric and licked his lips.



     "I  mean  from the kitchen," she said impishly.  "Karl's  a-

sleep,  but  I feel like making some hot chocolate.  Want  me  to 

bring you some?"



     "That  sounds good," he replied. "Let me turn this  computer 

off and I'll come down with you."



     They walked down the hallway to the stairs. Katie turned  to 

him and put her fingers to her lips with a little giggle just  as 

they passed the doorway to her and Karl's bedroom. Her naked hus-

band  lay  sprawled across the bed, snoring  lightly.  The  shiny 

spots  on his stomach and penis gave ample evidence of  what  had 

exhausted him. The bottoms of Katie's baby dolls lay crumpled  on 

the floor.



     Jim's  eyes took in everything in the room, but  dwelled  on 

Karl's  penis as the man slept. It was soft and curled, not  pro-

digiously large, but smooth and white-looking framed by a mane of 

light hair. Jim Woban was no fag, but seeing the naked man sleep-

ing  while  his  nearly naked wife led him down  to  the  kitchen 

stirred an odd excitement deep inside him.



     At  the  bottom of the stairs, Katie  stopped  suddenly  and 

turned  too fast for Jim to stop in time and he came up  hard  a-

gainst  her.  Instinctively,  he reached out  to  keep  her  from 

falling and felt her warm flesh through the sheer nightie as  his 

hand lay spread across her behind.



     "Mm!" she murmured. "Is that for me or Karl?"



     She rubbed hard against his growing erection.



     "What do you think?" he whispered hoarsely.



     "I  think  that  if you don't fuck  something  pretty  soon, 

you're going to explode!" she told him. 



     Jim kissed her deeply and felt her small body moving against 

his, her hand snaking its way between them to open his zipper and 

slip  inside expertly. He slid both hands down under the  nightie 

and smoothed them up to cup and knead her bare ass. His penis was 

out  of his pants now and he was aware of the cool air moving  a-

cross it as she stroked it gently back and forth.



     Without letting go, she led him into the living room and sat 

down  on  the couch. Closing her eyes, she took the head  of  his 

cock  into  her mouth and savored it gently, running  her  tongue 

beneath  it  and  milking what juices she  could  eke  from  him. 

Stretching  the skin back tightly, she slid more into  her  mouth 

sucking and tonguing him at the same time. The feeling was exqui-

site and he felt himself quickly building to a climax.



     It  was coming too fast and he forced himself to  pull  away 

from  her. She looked up at him with a frown, but soon smiled  a-

gain  as he dropped to his knees and pushed her thighs apart.  He 

looked  at the swollen lips of her pussy and saw the pink tip  of 

her  clitoris winking at him. He did not hesitate,  fastened  his 

lips to it at laved it with his tongue. He slid down to lick  the 

pink inner lips and reamed her vagina with his tongue. Her thighs 

wrapped  around  his head and he smelled and  tasted  the  strong 

scent  of Karl's come still dripping from within her. A  rush  of 

desire  overwhelmed him and licked and sucked at her  pussy  fur-

iously  making  loud slurping sounds as he heard  her  whimpering 

softly in the far, far distance. 



     She  came in a rush with her legs spread wide and her  hands 

pulling  his face deeper into her cunt. She thrusted  her  pelvis 

against  him and made rough gutteral sounds as her climax  rolled 

over  her again and again. Before she could subside, Jim  crawled 

up  and slipped his cock into her deeply. He came  almost  immed-

iately, great gobs of come spurting into her as he gasped for the 

sheer pleasure that overwhelmed him.



     "Karl was right," Katie said as she leaned back with a  con-

tented smile. "You really are Butterfly material. I'd better keep 

my eye on you two!"



     "What are you talking about?"



     "That's O.K., Jim. I love bisexual men. Hell, I'm a  Butter-

fly too, aren't I?"



     Jim was too confused and exhausted to press it any  further. 

He  leaned back and his cheek came in contact with the inside  of 

her  thigh. It was wet with their fluids running out of her.  Her 

hand  caressing the back of his neck, however, told him  she  was 

far from done. Surprisingly enough, neither was he!



     "Eat  me and I'll suck you off," she whispered  fiercely  as 

she urged his face into her bush.



     The  familiar taste of his come overshadowed even the  sweet 

taste of her as he slowly licked her. He ran his tongue  expertly 

up  and down the line from her clitoris to her ass,  stopping  to 

swirl  his  tongue here or gently suck on something  soft  there. 

Without lifting his lips, he pressed three fingers inside her and 

tickled  her  asshole with his thumb. Moments later, he  was  re-

warded by spasms shaking her as she came again. 



     "You're good!" she told him. "Susan will love you!"

     

     "You think so?"



     "So will Karl. He already told me so."



     "Whoa!" 



     Katie laughed.



     "Don't play innocent with me," she told him. "I saw how  you 

licked up his come out of me. Besides, Karl told me you  couldn't 

have written what you did unless you had done it. You have, have-

n't you?"



     "I think you have a mistaken impression of me," he told her. 

"I'm not a fag."



     "Of course not. I'm not a Lez but sometimes I like a  little 

variety. C'mon, how about I suck you off right now? You and  Karl 

can sort things out later."



     She  slid to the floor on her knees and captured Jim's  limp 

penis and balls between her hands. Leaving slick trails of  sali-

va, she licked them over and over.



     "I love to taste pussy on a cock," she told him breathlessly 

and went back to her task.



     He  felt her suck his soft cock into her mouth  and  reached 

down  to massage her small breasts. The nipples were as  hard  as 

tiny  stones,  but her breasts were soft and pliable.  Her  mouth 

worked  busily  at her penis and he felt the blood  beginning  to 

flow  into  it as it slowly filled her mouth. As it rose  to  its 

full  length, she sucked it in and out, running a wet  finger  in 

and  out of his asshole with each stroke. Only one  other  person 

had ever done that to him and he squeezed his eyes closed, trying 

to fend off the memory.



     He  and  Chuck were fifteen when they spent  the  summer  at 

Chuck's  parents'  place  on the bay. They fished  and  swam  and 

talked  about girls and sex and all the things they talked  about 

any  other  time. Somehow their conversation changed  during  the 

overnight fishing trip they took. 

     

     It was very hot that night, and after building a campfire to 

cook  the  canned stew they brought, they had gone  down  to  the 

river  to cool off. There was no one within miles and  Chuck  had 

dared  him to go skinny-dipping. After their swim they  had  gone 

back  to the camp without dressing and sat beside the  fire.  Jim 

noticed  that  Chuck's penis was stiff and erect, and  his  rose, 

too. Chuck noticed it immediately.



     "Christ! You have a monster!" he exclaimed.



     "Large women and small cows," Jim responded.



     "Do  you jerk off much?" Chuck asked suddenly. "I  do  every 

day. Sometimes twice or three times."



     Jim's breath caught in his throat.



     "Sometimes," he said quietly.



     "I  like to pretend I'm fucking Barbie Holland," Chuck  went 

on. "Sometimes I pretend she's sucking me off."



     Jim did not answer. He was watching Chuck's hand slowly pul-

ling  on  his cock. Barbie Holland was a girl a year  older  than 

them who had the earned reputation of being an easy lay.  Neither 

boy had ever had a woman, but Barbie Holland was a mutual goal.



     "Do you want to see me?" Chuck asked.



     Jim nodded. He was holding his own cock by now. It was  very 

sensitive  and  he stroked it self-consciously.  Chuck,  however, 

picked  up tempo and was chafing his cock with a vengeance.  Sud-

denly he stopped.



     "Hey,  Jim. Did you ever do it with another guy?  Jerk  each 

other off, I mean?" he asked in a conspiratorial tone.



     Jim shook his head.



     "Hey! I will if you will," Chuck said, fear quavering in his 

voice.



     Holding Chuck's cock was a different experience. It was  not 

at  all like holding his own. For one thing, it was  smaller  and 

thinner,  although  his balls hung large and full.  They  stroked 

each other awkwardly until Chuck made them stop and then  changed 

position so he could concentrate on jerking off Jim's cock.



     "It's so big," he said. "Have you ever had anybody suck it?"



     Jim nodded a lie.



     "How was it?"



     "Great. It really felt good."



     "I'll  bet  it  did. God, I never had it.  I  never  did  it 

either. How about you?"



     "No," Jim said. "I never sucked anybody before."



     They were quiet for awhile and then Chuck laid back and  let 

Jim jerk him off. Neither one had come.



     "Jim?"



     "What?"



     "What did it feel like?"



     "What?"



     "Getting sucked."



     "It's hard to describe."

                    

     "I don't see what's so bad about it."



     "Getting sucked?"



     "No. The other way around. Sucking a guy's dick."



     "Everybody  calls you 'queer' and all. And no girls want  to 

have anything to do with you."



     "Jim, I wouldn't tell if a guy sucked my dick. Would you?"



     "I guess not."



     "I mean, if I did it to you, would you tell? I wouldn't tell 

on you."



     "No," said Jim. It was almost a whisper.



     In the end, Chuck had gone first and taken the head of Jim's 

cock in his mouth for a few seconds.



     "Your turn," he said.



     Jim leaned down and slowly sucked Chuck's thin cock into his 

mouth. There was no taste, just the smooth sensation of the boy's 

penis  throbbing on his tongue. He pulled his head away  just  as 

the  white jism began to shoot out. One glob landed on  his  lips 

and he tasted it.



     "You bastard!" he shouted.



     "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it!" Chuck pleaded. "Look, don't 

get  mad. I'll let you come on my lips if it makes you feel  bet-

ter. Here, let me do it to you again!"



     Jim  had held himself back while the boy sucked  in  earnest 

drawing  as  much of Jim's cock in is mouth as  he  could.  Then, 

without  any warning, he had let go and shot his wad  in  Chuck's 

mouth. To his surprise, the other boy did not pull away but  con-

tinued to suck and swallow.



     "It tastes kind of like mine," Chuck confided moments later. 

"I always taste my come when I jerk off. Sometimes I try to catch 

it in my mouth. How about you?"



     Jim shook his head, but the thought excited him.



     They  promised absolute secrecy again and sucked each  other 

off,  coming  in  one another's mouth and  licking  each  other's 

balls.  They  arrived back at he house the  following  afternoon, 

complaining  about  the poor fishing and how the  mosquitoes  had 

kept  them awake all night. The heads of both cocks were red  and 

chafed from the continuous abuse they had received and both  boys 

went to bed and slept for hours.



     Neither  of them mentioned their summer to anyone  else  and 

after  the  start of school, they never repeated  the  interludes 

they enjoyed that summer. They had tried everything they had ever 

heard  about,  though, enjoying some things  and  abandoning  the 

things that did not suit them. As Katie's finger probed his  ass-

hole,  he thought of Chuck's mouth sucking in and out  while  his 

fingers  tickled  Jim's balls and ass. It had been fun,  but  the 

guilt came years later as his thoughts went back unbidden to that 

summer.  He was not queer and did not like  the  self-accusations 

that he, indeed, might be.



     The  fingers  felt good though, and he spread  his  legs  as 

Katie inserted two more. He and Chuck had taken turns fucking one 

another,  but he had not liked the burning sensation  of  another 

man's  cock in his ass. He had never repeated it, but  Chuck  had 

asked for it again and again. He had obliged the boy, driving his 

cock  far  into the smooth white ass while  he  massaged  Chuck's 

prick  and balls, making Chuck come over and over,  and  shooting 

his own jism deep into the boy.



     As  his  memories came flooding back, the  sensations  Katie 

were  stirring began to have an effect. He began to feel  another 

orgasm  building,  amplified by her working tongue and  her  busy 

fingers.  Suddenly she stopped and stood up.



     "Lie down," she said urgently and crawled over his face even 

before he had fully complied.



     With  her forearms, she spread his legs wide  and  swallowed 

his cock once more,her fingers sliding back to his ass. Her pussy 

rubbed hard against his mouth and he burrowed his lips into it to 

catch  the rich aroma of pussy mixed with the taste of his  come. 

He sucked and licked, feeling her pulling another orgasm from his 

balls. Finally, he exploded once more in her mouth as she  humped 

and ground her pussy against his face.



     She kissed him deeply after the both sat up and he felt  her 

hard breasts pressing against him.



     "See you tomorrow," she said. "I hope you're feeling  better 

now."



     "I feel great!" he told her and the two of them went back to 

their rooms without further conversation.



     Jim looked at himself in the mirror. In his mid-forties,  he 

was not in really bad shape, and his romance with the bottle  had 

not  created  too much damage. He shook his head  in  wonderment. 

From  down  the  hall he could hear voices  and  knew  they  were 

talking about him. Katie was giggling and Karl laughed softly.  A 

little while later, the sounds were unmistakable. The woman was a 

sexual dynamo, he told himself.



     

     Susan  Raschetti worked as a sales administrator in a  man's 

world.  She liked men and shied away from some of the  libby  ad-

vances of other career women she met. But she often tired of  the 

condescending  way  some of the men talked to her.  Sometimes  it 

made for a long day, and this day had been such a one. She walked 

into her apartment, and picked up the mail as she poured  herself 

a drink. Katie and Karl had invited her to a Butterfly party that 

evening with a new recruit. She hoped she would be up to it. But-

terfly was fun, but sometimes recruiting could be a little stren-

uous. 



     She  lived alone and after two divorces, looked  forward  to 

spending the rest of her life with only herself to answer to. She 

had met Katie and Karl at a singles party a year before when  she 

had just completed her second divorce. She had been totally  dis-

illusioned  and devastated. One night, she had let them give  her 

just a little too much to drink and woke up in bed with them.  It 

turned  out  to be the best therapy she could have had,  and  her 

life turned upward from that point. 



     Since  then there had been David and Frank and Dolores.  And 

there  had been the exciting encounter with Betty. The two  women 

had  excited one another at first sight and Susan had  taken  her 

home  for the entire weekend - the first time she had  ever  gone 

one-on-one  with a woman. They still saw one another, but  mostly 

as  a  foursome with men. Katie had been the first  to  introduce 

Susan  to  bisexuality, but Betty had shown her the true  art  of 

Lesbian love.



     Susan  undressed and began to draw a hot tub. Lying back  on 

her  bed,  she opened her nightstand and withdrew the  large  vi-

brating  dildo and the tube of K-Y jelly from it. It had  been  a 

long week, and she needed to relax before she went out. Betty had 

introduced  her to the luxury of a vibrator during one  of  their 

marathon  sessions.  As she lubricate herself and turned  it  on, 

though,  her thoughts did not go to Betty, but much farther  back 

to  the  summer between her sophomore and junior  years  in  high 

school.



     She  had gone to spend a month with her aunt and uncle,  and 

her  two cousins, Sandy and Tommy. Sandy was a year younger  than 

she and Tommy a year older. Sandy was a pretty girl, just filling 

out,  with long brown hair and a ready grin. Tommy was  tall  and 

handsome  with no lack of dates. Although he was  chronologically 

older  that Susan, they were on the same grade level. Both  would 

be seniors in the fall.



     It  had started the second evening she was there.  Her  aunt 

and  uncle had gone out to play cards with friends and the  three 

teen-agers were left alone. Tommy had a summer job and had to get 

up  early in the morning, so went to bed early, leaving  the  two 

girls  sitting  up alone. They giggled and gossiped  until  late, 

telling  each  other  the latest events in  their  fledgling  sex 

lives,  among other things, and Susan got the shock of  her  life 

when  her demure cousin confided that she had "gone all the  way" 

and  had  loved it. Susan had wanted to hear more  about  Sandy's 

experience,  but they had promised to be in bed by midnight,  and 

they  did not want Sandy's parents finding them up if  they  came 

home early.



     Later  in  the night, Susan awoke and heard  strange  sounds 

coming  from  Sandy's room. Her watch said it was 12:30  and  she 

quietly  got out of bed to see what was making the noise.  Coming 

to Sandy's room, her stopped dead in her tracks as she looked  in 

the door. Tommy was on top of his sister, his huge cock  plunging 

in  and out of Sandy's open pussy. At least, his cock  seemed  to 

Susan to be the biggest thing she had ever seen. Sandy was making 

little sounds as her hands pulled at Tommy's ass, urging him fur-

ther  and  further into her. Susan watched them unseen  from  the 

darkness of the hallway, and when Tommy suddenly pulled out,  her 

eyes  widened  to see him plunge his cock  into  Sandy's  waiting 

mouth  and knew from his shuddering body he was coming  down  her 

throat. The sight of Sandy making love to her brother excited her 

no  end  and  with a little cry, she fled back to  her  room  and 

plunged her hands under her nightgown to the throbbing  intensity 

of her clitoris.



     As  the  vibrator spread the lips of her pussy,  visions  of 

Tommy's cock filled her vision. The following day she could  bear 

it no longer and told Sandy what she had seen. At first the  girl 

was  embarrassed and then, as Susan had questioned more and  more 

about  how it had happened, what it was like and so on,  she  and 

Sandy  conspired  to seduce Tommy into initiating his  cousin,  a 

task they knew would not be so difficult.



     "I  let  Tommy come in my mouth so I  won't  get  pregnant," 

Sandy  told  her. "I mean, who wants to get knocked up  by  their 

brother?"



     "I never... I mean, what does it taste like? Is it bitter?"



     "I love it. At first I was afraid, and all I could taste was 

my  own  pussy after Tommy had screwed me. But I let  him  anyway 

because  he said some of the girls he had been dating did it  for 

him  and I should learn to do it for my boyfriends. So he  taught 

me. And I taught him something, too."



     Susan waited breathlessly.



     "I  taught  him how to eat a girl and make her  come.  Tommy 

says that's the reason he has so many dates. He's so good at  it! 

I just love it when he goes down on me. You'll see. I'll make him 

do it to you, too."



     That night at dinner as Tommy looked at her and smiled,  her 

cheeks burned with embarrassment and anticipation. She felt as if 

her aunt and uncle knew everything that was going to happen,  but 

they chatted banally. As soon as dinner was over, Sandy and Susan 

went up to Sandy's room.



     "Take  off your bra and panties," Sandy told her as soon  as 

they were inside with the door shut.



     "They'll catch us!" Susan whispered.

     

     "No, after dinner they usually go out for some dessert. Then 

we  can  get ours," she giggled as she quickly  pulled  down  her 

shorts and skinned off the briefs she was wearing.



     Susan  did the same thing and then lifted up her T-shirt  to 

remove her bra.



     "You  have nice tits," Sandy told her. "Tommy says he  wants 

to suck them. You don't mind do you?"     



     Susan  didn't  mind because the first thing that  Tommy  did 

when  he came into the room was to kiss her deeply and then  bare 

her breasts to lick and suck her nipples.



     Susan moved the wet vibrator over her nipples as she dreamed 

of  how Tommy and then Sandy had taken turn sucking her tits.  If 

they  could  only se them now, she mused. So much bigger  and  so 

much softer!



     She had been afraid it would hurt, even though she had pret-

ty  well  assailed her virginity with her fingers  several  years 

before,  but  she had done her work well, and  Tommy's  cock  had 

pushed  its way into her without impediment. She came almost  im-

mediately and let loose a cry of anguish when he suddenly  pulled 

out of her.



     "Suck him!" Sandy's voice said in her ear. "Make him come!"



     Tommy's cock was in front of her, and she tentatively opened 

her  mouth.  He did not wait, but placed it solidly  against  her 

lips and pushed. As Sandy had told her she would, she tasted  her 

pussy juices as the spongy head slipped past her lips.



     "Run your tongue around it. He likes that!" Sandy urged.



     Susan tired following her cousin's directions and remembered 

what  she  had seen the girl doing the night  before.  She  tried 

moving  her head back and forth in a pumping motion, rubbing  her 

tongue along the strange ridges and folds of the lovely thing  in 

her mouth. Soon she felt Tommy's whole body begin to stiffen  and 

she knew what was going to happen.



     Susan  had plunged the vibrator deep into her pussy  as  she 

felt  an orgasm building. The memories of that first  night  with 

Sandy  and Tommy seemed to caress her in tiny, secret places  and 

she remembered the excitement of Tommy's sperm shooting into  her 

mouth.  At first she had held it, surprised that it was not  ter-

rible  and bitter as someone had once said it would be. It was  a 

little  salty,  but the aroma filled her head  with  a  delicious 

sense sexual power. As Tommy had pumped his sperm endlessly,  her 

hands had gone to her clitoris to bring her off another time. She 

soon  lost count of how many times Tommy came in her  mouth  that 

summer.



     Between Sandy and Susan, Tommy's social life languished that 

summer, but his sex life flourished. When they could not be alone 

at home, they went to a drive-in and took turns in the back seat. 

Once  they  went on a picnic and the girls  took  turns  standing 

watch while Tommy fucked and sucked the other one. She remembered 

his  cock  going into her dog-style while he squeezed  her  tits. 

God! It was so good!



     She came in a flood, drenching her vibrator and fingers.



     The hot water of the bath soothed her whole body. Both Sandy 

and Tommy had married and moved away. She wondered if they  still 

saw each other. She had been tempted to call Tommy several times, 

but  thought better of it. The infrequent conversations  she  had 

with  Sandy were a little confusing and hard to read. They  never 

alluded to the summer they had, and any references to Tommy  were 

only that he had a good job and a nice wife and family.



     In her mind, she called it her Butterfly Summer.



     Susan finished her bath and put a T.V. dinner in the  micro-

wave before bothering to dress. She took her Butterfly Robe  from 

the  closet and laid it out on the bed. Then she chose  a  jersey 

and  pair of thin, tight pants that she knew made her  ass  stand 

out  and showed her pubic hair when she stood a certain way.  Her 

breasts  sagged a little more than she would have preferred,  but 

she still looked good without a bra. 



     She  didn't know who this guy, Jim, was, but Katie had  said 

he was something good. She hoped so. Even with Butterfly,  things 

had become a little too humdrum in her life.



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