Barbara Stokes
Swing Town U. S. A.

CHAPTER ONE

A black Porsche sped up the driveway which led to the Bayou Country Club. The long white lines of the columns fronting the club were almost imperceptible through the lush vegetation. As the Porsche neared the parking lot, the grounds broke into an explosion of color. Clumps of azaleas bordered the parking lot as well as the walkways leading to and from the club.

Kenneth "Catch" Callahan climbed out of the Porsche and stretched his six foot, two-inch frame. He blinked his eyes against the onslaught of the harsh Texas sun. He reached inside the pocket of his safari jacket and put on a pair of aviator-style sunglasses. Suddenly there was a nearby explosion and the ground shook beneath his feet. The windows of the country club rattled and several magnolia blossoms fell from the trees to the ground.

"Sonofabitch!"

He turned to his left and looked across the golf course to the hills beyond. The sides of the hills were already eroded from the explosives and the giant teeth of the bulldozers. The site just beyond the boundaries of the Bayou Country Club had been sold to the Land Development Corporation and was being turned into a housing development for middle to upper middle class residents.

"It's going to ruin the view," Catch muttered, and shook his head. "Just imagine golf balls crashing through the windows, bopping blue-haired matrons on the head."

Catch Callahan was a striking looking man, tall, muscularly built with steel-gray hair and an infectious smile. He looked more like Paul Newman's younger brother than a corporation "troubleshooter." His eyes, blue-gray and startling, seemed cold and calculating. His great hands, with their long tapered fingers seemed incapable of a caress. His full lips set in an eternal conventioneer's smile seemed incapable of true laughter.

Nothing could have been further from the truth. Underneath his business-like exterior, Catch Callahan was a loving, gentle, imaginative and humorous man, but in his line of business, he preferred to adopt a certain image… one of strength and power.

He stubbed out the cigarette he had been smoking in the gravel and made his way up the concrete walk to the country club.

The Bayou Country Club was located just outside of Houston on a large tract of land at the edge of a bayou. It was designed along the lines of a southern plantation with tall majestic columns surrounding all four sides of the main building and similar southern colonial architecture in the smaller out-buildings.

It was constructed in 1917 by a wealthy southerner named Colonel Jarvis Jefferson. Jefferson was a notorious drinker. His wife was a bit of a tart and his children immensely unruly. This caused him and his family to be denied entrance to other country clubs in the area. Unperturbed by this slight to his dignity, Jefferson built his own country club and made it grander than all the others combined. People clamored for admission, even those who had kept Jefferson out of their clubs and then it was his turn to do the blackballing.

Colonel Jefferson ran the country club until he died in 1949. His family sold the business to a gentleman named Howard Winthrop, who was a southern snob but definitely not a businessman. He allowed the place to fall into disrepair and eventually it went bankrupt. In 1976 it was to the corporate firm of Dwyer, Keefe, Corson and Kelly. The heads of that corporation hired Catch Callahan to help them turn the country club into a money-making proposition. Catch had just finished working on, respectively, a struggling Las Vegas hotel, a Los Angeles nightclub and a giant amusement park in Salt Lake City. He was tired and needed a vacation and he didn't believe the country club could be turned into a profit-making venture. When he was first approached by Gerald Kelly, one of the heads of the corporation, Catch argued "country clubs are a thing of the past. They are like hoop skirts and cavaliers-nobody gives a damn anymore."

"There's where you're wrong, Mr. Callahan," Kelly had replied. "They may have faded in popularity a bit during the sixties and early seventies when everybody was going hippie. Hell, even fraternities and sororities were closing on campuses all over the country, but that's past now. There's a lot of new money and a lot of new snobs."

Callahan wanted to turn down the job, but the financial rewards offered to him were too much to pass up. Callahan was aware of the country club since he had been born and reared near Houston. Writing the first draft of his inquiries into the country club, he found himself bemused by the whole idea. Here he was hired to save the club from almost certain financial disaster and when he was a young man, he couldn't even go in through the front door.

He pushed open the front doors of the country club and walked over the highly polished mahogany floor boards. He turned right just past the reception area and opened the door to his temporary office. His secretary, the ever-efficient Miss Tyne, offered her usual banal comment about the day.

"Good morning, Mr. Callahan. It's just beau-ti-ful today, isn't it?"

"That it is, Miss Tyne," replied Callahan without glancing at her.

"May I bring you in a cup of coffee?"

"That would be nice. I take it…"

"I remember, Mr. Callahan, black and sweet."

Catch passed through Miss Tyne's office and opened the door to his own and closed it after him. Miss Tyne, a dusty-looking spinster in her early thirties, sighed after him. She pursed her colorless lips and went to the coffee-maker which was sitting on a sideboard. She looked into the mirror of the sideboard and pinched her pale cheeks.

Miss Tyne was not unattractive, neither was she attractive. She was one of the gray people who no matter what they wore or said, seemed to blend into the environment like a spilled drink in a plush carpet. She had brown hair which had recently begun to grow gray and was the color of a sparrow's wing. She wore a pair of black, horn-rimmed glasses which were ten years out of style and which emphasized her paleness. Her body was thin to the point of emaciation and her breasts caused her one and only lover to remark, "every time I see them things, I think of eggs, sunny side up."

Miss Tyne sighed again and picked up a translucent cup and saucer. She spooned in two heaping teaspoons of sugar and set it under the spigot of the coffee maker.

Miss Tyne was unabashedly in love with Catch Callahan and although she was a plain woman, she was extremely imaginative and would often indulge herself in flights of fancy concerning herself and her boss.

In that special part of the mind where wishes become truths and dreams reality, Miss Tyne replayed her morning scene with Catch:

Miss Tyne pictured herself sitting on the edge of a desk, her legs crossed. She was filing her nails. Suddenly the doors burst open and Catch Callahan sauntered in. He was wearing that beige safari suit she liked so much. Beautifully tailored, she could make out every outline of his muscular body beneath the fabric of the suit material.

"Good morning, Mr. Callahan," she breathed sensuously. "A beautiful morning, isn't it?"

He stopped in the center of the room, feet planted firmly on the carpet. He stared at her for a long moment through those fantastic blue-gray eyes of his. He flexed his thighs and said in reply, "not half as beautiful as you, Miss Tyne."

Flustered by his brashness, she asked, "can I make you a cup of coffee?"

"You know how I take it, Amanda!"

Amanda-he had called her Amanda!

"Extra sweet, Catch. I'll stir it with my finger."

When she slid off her desk, her stockings made a loud, slick noise as her thighs uncrossed. She walked slowly, provocatively, to the coffee-maker. She could feel his eyes on her back burning into her. Then she heard him go into his own office, but this time he didn't close the door. She filled the coffee cup and stirred it, as she had promised, with her finger. Then she sashayed into his office.

Catch was sitting behind his desk watching her as she came toward him. She set the coffee cup down in front of him. As she picked it up, their hands brushed and an electric shock ran through their bodies. He drained the coffee.

"Perfect, as always, Amanda, but coffee isn't what I really want this morning."

"No?" she asked, knowingly.

"You, Amanda," he said, getting up and coming around his desk. "It's always been you. You must know that. You must feel it. Here. Feel it." He took her hand in his and guided it down to his crotch. His cock was huge and was throbbing like a jack hammer. "It's beating faster than my heart, Amanda."

"Why, Catch, I…"

"Eyes, what marvelous eyes," he said, as he clamped his perfect white teeth down over the top of her frames and pulled them off. He deftly caught them with his bare hand and tossed them into the chair. "Rose colored lenses aren't meant for people like us, Amanda. We know what we want, don't we?"

"Why, Mr. Callahan-Catch, have you been drinking?"

"Drinking? No! But drunk, yes. Drunk with lust! I have an aching, burning need for you, Amanda. A man's need for a woman. I want to stick my pulsating prick into your quivering slit."

"Oh, Catch," she sighed.

"It is quivering, isn't it, Amanda?" He ran his giant hand down over the front of her body and pressed the palm of it against her vagina. He could feel the heat burning through her dress and a certain twitching movement. "It is quivering."

"Oh, yes, yesssssss," she hissed through her teeth.

He roughly took her in his arms and pressed his chest against her full, lush breasts. "We've had this date from the beginning, Amanda." He swept her up in his arms and swung her legs across his desk using them to clear it of papers and the empty coffee cup and saucer.

"Oh, Catch, the Spode!" she exclaimed.

"Fuck the china! I want to fuck you, Amanda Tyne. Fuck you like there's no tomorrow."

He laid her down on top of his expanse of desk and tore off the jacket of his suit. He was so anxious that he ripped the buttons off his shirt. He kicked off his Gucci loafers and knelt down to pull off his socks. Then he stood up, a look of triumph on his face, as he began to unbuckle his belt.

Her heart was pounding like a wave breaking on a shore.

Ziiiiiiiip!

As she turned her head toward him, her fingertips covering her eyes, she could hear him breathing heavily like a bull in heat. When at last she parted her fingertips, she gasped.

Hanging between Catch's legs was the largest cock she had ever seen, extra thick and nearly ten inches long. The gigantic flared head bobbed about as if it had a life of its own. Beneath his cock hung two huge balls which resembled two apples in a chamois bag. He began walking toward her, his cock leading the way. She thought she was going to faint.

"Let's see those big beautiful tits, woman." He grabbed hold of her sheer blouse and ripped it from her body. His nostrils flared, his eyes glazed like a crazed man, he bent his head low, seized the offending bra and bit clean through the piece of material which held the two cups in place. Her breasts fell free and he attacked them, taking them both in his gigantic hands, he began to massage and knead them, pausing to pinch her rosy nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Her nipples sprang erect and became as hard as uncut diamonds.

She cried out with urgent need. "Catch," and thrust her hips upward. He unsnapped her skirt and pulled it down over her legs. Miss Tyne kicked off her high heels and let the skirt drop to the floor.

Catch seized her garter belt and pulled it loose, then he slid the tips of his fingers under her right stocking. He slowly began pulling it from her leg, massaging her flesh as he did. Almost daintily, he dropped it to the floor and repeated the action on the left leg. He straightened up and surveyed her curvaceous form. She had nothing on except sheer bikini panties and what he had on was obvious. He leaned against the edge of the desk. His huge, hot cudgel pressed against her thigh.

"Don't, don't," she said weakly.

He smiled at her. His smile was wicked. He meant to have his way. Catch lowered his head and nuzzled his face between her legs, breathing in the soft fragrance of her cunt. He bared his teeth and began tearing away bits of her panties until they lay about her in shreds and she was exposed. She slid her hand down to her crotch to try to hide her nakedness, but he grabbed her by the wrist and began rubbing the head of his cock over her palm. Moisture oozed out of the head of his dick and he coated her palm with a clear, sticky fluid.

As if in a trance she began fondling his cock and the more she felt it, the more she knew she couldn't resist.

"This is wrong, Catch."

He threw back his head and laughed. When he brought it down he buried it between her legs. He kissed and licked each pubic hair separately and then with his large, rough fingers he parted the lips of her cunt. He worked his face from side to side, licking and chewing her vaginal folds. Then his lips parted and his tongue came out stiff and searching. He found the opening of her pussy with the tip of it and began flicking it in and out with rapid movements. Miss Tyne cried out again, babbling a stream of impassioned whispers in English and high school Spanish.

He pulled his tongue back out of her pussy and trailed the tip of it across her clitoris. Miss Tyne threw her feet up into the air. He put his hands on her thighs and held them apart, then he inched his tongue into her vulva and titillated her clitoris with hard quick touches.

Miss Tyne screamed, "have mercy, Catch! Please, have mercy!"

"To hell with mercy. I'm having you, Amanda." His words were muffled by her vaginal folds.

Then he raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were bright and glowing like pieces of mother of pearl. His face was flushed and drawn with passion, his lips parted, moist, and his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"We need each other, Amanda. You know that, don't you?"

"No!"

"Know in the biblical sense?"

With that he savagely thrust his forefinger into the soft moist membranes of her cunt. She started to writhe, but he pushed her back down on the desk and held her fast with his free hand while he massaged her swollen breasts. His fingertip found her clitoris. It had become as hard as a peanut.

"We can't, Catch."

He grinned cruelly. "Can, Catch! Catch as Catch can." His finger continued its probing. It was joined by another and yet another. "Mmmmm, nice and tight."

"But my reputation," she pleaded.

"Don't hand me that, Amanda. You are a woman of the world. I knew it as soon as I saw you. He withdrew his three fingers from her cunt and stuck them in his mouth.

"Finger-lickin' good!"

Miss Tyne was aghast-and delighted-by his crudity.

"I-do-want-you-Catch," she said hesitantly, and squeezed his thick shaft of flesh.

"I'll give it to you as soon as you suck me, Amanda."

He climbed on the desk and straddled her face and jammed his muscular buttocks down against her overripe breasts. She started to shake her head. He slapped her soundly on either cheek. His blows stung her face, but she obediently opened her mouth. He pressed the head of his cock against her glistening lips and forced to open wide. Slowly his prick entered the hot stricture of her mouth. Miss Tyne closed her lips around his cock and began sucking, moving her head back and forth, a few inches at a time. He grabbed her roughly by the back of her head and forced her mouth down on more of it. She gagged slightly and tears formed in her eyes. He began bucking his hips forward, fucking her down the throat. She struggled, but could not move.

Finally she relaxed and gave into his demands. She found that she was enjoying it. He released her head and allowed her to take up the rhythm and placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her reveling at the sight and sensation of Miss Tyne sucking his cock. He watched with fascination as the thick shaft of his cock disappeared between her beautiful lips.

"You do that well, Amanda, but then, you've wanted to do it for a long time."

"Yes, yes," she answered, but her voice was garbled by the immense prick in her throat. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked at her. Her lips were damp and shining with saliva.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Amanda."

She started to rise. "No, I don't think I can…"

"Stay put," he replied and pushed her back down on the desk.

He moved down her body until his cock was pressed against her cunt. He parted her legs and positioned himself between them.

"Put it in, Amanda."

Timidly, she reached down and took his cock between her fingers and let the head of it rest for a moment against the soft hair covering her vulva. She wiggled her hips from side to side and spread her vulva apart and the tip of his cock speared into her. She closed her eyes and groaned. Catch slowly lowered himself, his cock inching into her.

"Take me!" she screamed.

With one violent thrust he entered her all the way up to his balls until their pubic hairs became entwined. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slid her arms around his neck. He began pulling his hips upward and then pushing back down. She met him thrust for thrust. Their movements were intense. Their passions were seething. She spread her legs wider apart and braced herself against the onslaught. She gasped with surprise as he raised her feet in the air and placed them on his shoulders and cupped her buttocks in his hands and began fucking her with long, hard thrusts, withdrawing his cock until only the head of it remained, then driving it back into her with a firm, steady pressure. Her sighs of pleasure had changed to screams of sensation.

"I'm coming," he roared. "I'm cooommmmiiinnnngggg."

Suddenly she felt a gush of searing hot liquid…

Miss Tyne cried out. She had let the coffee overflow and it had poured over her hand. Her dream was shattered. She was back to reality. She turned off the spigot and, using several paper napkins, mopped up the spill. Then dutifully, sadly, she carried the coffee cup to Catch's door and knocked.

"Come in, Miss Tyne."

When she entered, Catch was working at his desk, which was littered with papers.

"Better put it down over there, Miss Tyne," he said pointing to a side table and not looking up.

"Is there anything I can do, Mr. Callahan?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind turning up the air-conditioning. It's stuffy in here."

She did as she was told and left the office.

Catch was having trouble concentrating on the reports he had gathered about the country club. Included in the papers was information on everything from attendance at dances to dining room fare.

"Shit," he said angrily. He got up from his desk and went to get the coffee Miss Tyne had left for him. He glanced at the delicate cup and saucer with irritation. "Why the hell can't she rustle up some Styrofoam cups? I hate these prissy things." When he picked up the coffee cup, he noticed that it rattled. Catch knew what was wrong with him. He was horny. He hadn't been laid in nearly three weeks. He'd been too busy compiling his report. He always knew when it was time to get it off. He began dropping pencils and rattling coffee cups. If he didn't get it off, he became a terror to work with. He didn't want that to happen.

He finished his coffee and decided to take a break. Maybe if he took a swim in the pool that would calm him down… for the time being. He opened the closet door and pulled out a small leather beach bag which contained a bathing suit and some sun tan lotion. The report could wait.

"I'm going to take a morning swim, Miss Tyne. I should be back in about an hour."

"Very well, Mr. Callahan," she replied, disappointed that she would be deprived of his presence.

Catch left by the side door which led to a walkway and the changing room. He found a locker and stripped out of his clothes. He stepped into a pair of Navy blue nylon swim trunks, the kind that Olympic swimmers used. He liked them because they dried quickly and they concealed nothing from the public.

The pool was a large free form affair which resembled a transient amoeba. It was surrounded by a concrete area which was covered with chaise lounges. At the far end of the pool there was a lifeguard stand and beyond that an outdoor bar.

Catch stepped out into the sunlight and was momentarily blinded. He cursed himself for forgetting to bring his sunglasses and made his way toward the edge of the pool.

"Oh!"

He shaded his eyes with his hands and looked down. It was a foot, a small shapely foot with delicately painted toenails. The foot was attached to a long, supple leg. Gradually the whole girl came into focus.

"I'm sorry, miss."

"That's all right. I should have been sunbathing on one of the chaise lounges, but I don't find them comfortable."

Her voice was low and husky and reminded Catch of intimate smoky nightclubs.

She raised her head and smiled at him. Her hair was long and honey blond in color. Her eyes were large, blue and intense. Her nose tilted upward slightly giving her a rather haughty look. Her lips were full and sensual. Her chin arrogant.

"Are you a member here?" she asked brightly.

"No, not exactly."

"Oh," she sounded disappointed.

"I work here at the club."

"Oh, really. On the grounds? In the kitchen?"

Catch laughed, "All over." He crouched down beside her and stared at her lovely young body and her smooth tanned skin. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini which was probably against the rules of the club.

She, too, stared at his handsome face and steel gray hair. She let her eyes wander down over his broad shoulders, slim hips and bulging basket.

"I'm Lila Ballinger. Who are you?"

"Catch Callahan."

"Catch Callahan? That sounds like a western movie star of the forties."

"Catch is my nickname. My real name is Kenneth."

"I'll call you Catch. It's much-well-catchier."

"Mind if I join you?"

"No, there's plenty of room here on the concrete. Anyhow, it seems like we're the only ones swimming this morning."

Catch glanced around the pool. It was completely deserted except for Douglas Raynor, a slender, simpering lifeguard, who was watching the two of them with a queenly interest.

"Ohhhhh," muttered Lila. "Why doesn't he go somewhere else and stare at people?" Lila lay back down on the smooth concrete and stretched. "Goodness, I came out here hoping I'd run into some young people, but the place is deserted. I couldn't even get breakfast. It wasn't being served yet."

Catch frowned. "It's supposed to be served from nine on."

"Well, it wasn't at nine-thirty."

"Do you live around here, Lila?"

"Yes, I live with my folks in River Oaks. I'm on my summer vacation. This year I decided not to go to Europe but just lie around. You know, just catch up on all the novels I've been meaning to read, get a good sun tan and-well-meet people. But this doesn't seem to be the place."

"You met me, didn't you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude, but where do all the young people go around town?"

"Oh, there are lots of places. Perhaps I could show them to you."

"I'd like that. I haven't been home for a long time other than for a few days here, a few days there at holidays. So I sort of lost touch with my old friends."

"You go to college?"

"Yes, in the north-Wellesley. Oh, there's someone."

A muscular, young youth appeared by the pool. He had dark hair, an exquisite build and looked to be in his late teens.

"Too young," Lila grumbled. "Much too young. How old are you, Catch?"

"Thirty-one."

They both watched the teenager as he strolled on the opposite of the pool toward the lifeguard station.

"I don't think he'd be interested in you anyway, Lila."

"I see what you mean."

When Barbara Raynor saw the handsome teenager, she jumped down from her perch and a broad grin split her face.

"Hi, Jeff. How's things," said Barbara with a leer.

"Hi, Barbie," Jeff Brickover replied in a mock feminine voice and squeezed his crotch.

"Mmmmmmm," murmured Barbara, running her tongue over her lips.

"Maybe you'd like to give me a blowjob later," Jeff whispered.

"Can't leave as long as there's people here, but hang around. Maybe we can duck behind the bar later."

Catch rolled over on his stomach and spread out his legs. His thigh came in contact with Lila's, but she didn't pull away.

"Maybe you'd like to have some sun tan lotion rubbed on your back," suggested Lila. "You're liable to get a burn."

"Thanks, I've got some in my tote bag."

"I've got some here." Lila squeezed a bit of Bain de Soleil out on her fingers and began rubbing it over Catch's muscular back. Her fingers were deft as she kneaded his flesh, coating it with the clear, amber gel. She moved her fingers down to his waist where the swell of his buttocks began and worked her fingers over his skin.

"How 'bout the backs of my legs?" asked Catch.

"Coming up." She put more sun tan lotion on her fingers and coated the backs of his legs, pausing on the inside of his thigh a bit longer than necessary. Catch's reaction was immediate. He began to get a hard-on. Lying as he was face down on the concrete, it was very uncomfortable. He turned over on his side facing her. Lila stared at the large outline of his cock under the thin fabric of his bathing suit.

"I'm afraid I got a reaction."

"A reaction? Is that what they're calling it these days?"

Lila glanced over her shoulder and noted that the two young men were busy talking to one another. She, too, turned on her side so that she was facing Catch.

Catch could see clearly the outline of her large nipples beneath her bikini halter. Lila ran her fingers through the thick hair covering Catch's pectoral muscles and "walked" them down over his abdomen to his navel. She paused to toy with his navel for a moment or so before going on. Her fingertips came to the edge of his bathing suit. Catch held his breath. All at once she slid her hand under the fabric and clasped his cock.

"You're very well built," she whispered.

"It gets bigger with direct stimulation."

"Well, I'm a great direct stimulator."

"Then why don't we go some place? I'm staying at the Warwick."

"I can't. I'm supposed to meet my parents here for lunch, but I have an idea. Why don't you leave first? Go in and take a shower."

"What then?"

"Just leave it to me, Catch," replied Lila, her eyes full of sensual promise.

"You're on."

"No, I hope you're on."

Catch got up and, holding his tote bag in front of his crotch, walked across the concrete toward the bathhouse. He pushed open the door. The inside of the bathhouse was empty. He took off his swimming trunks. His cock was still half hard. He got a towel from the stack provided for the guests and went to take a shower. The showers at the Bayou Bay Club were not communal. In the men's dressing room, there were twelve individual showers-a recent modernization. Each shower was of the wrap-around variety. The interior was approximately six feet in diameter, and the showers consisted of rings of water which surrounded the bather.

Catch stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him. There was a small window in the door and the door could be locked, affording the club member privacy. He squirted some liquid soap into his hands from the dispenser and began rubbing it over his body. As he soaped his genitals, his cock sprang erect from the sensation of his own touch and the anticipation of having Lila.

Suddenly the door opened and Lila slipped in.

"What the…?"

"Shhhhhh. Don't say anything." She stepped into the center of the shower with him and unhooked the top of her bikini. Her full breasts fell free. Then she hooked her thumbs in the bikini bottoms and pulled them down. She hung them on a hook and stepped into his arms.

Catch wrapped his large hands around her body and pulled her close, savoring the warmth of her flesh against his. She slid her arms around his neck and held her lips up to his. He opened his mouth and covered hers with them. He tightened his lips and sucked hers inside. Her lips opened as he trailed the tip of his tongue back and forth across the smooth surface. Then he slid his tongue between her teeth. Her lips opened wider as their bodies crushed together, their tongues probed and entwined. He combed his fingers through her hair, gripping handfuls of her blond tresses as he slid his tongue deep into her mouth. Her mouth closed firmly around his tongue, sucking and pulling on it. He began moving his head back and forth, fucking her in the mouth with his tongue.

They both became short of breath and broke apart. Her eyes were shining with passion. She could feel his giant cock pressing against her stomach, throbbing like the beat of a drum.

"This isn't going to be very comfortable, Lila."

"It'll do."

"Have you ever done this before? I mean, here in the showers?"

"That's not a fair question, Catch, and I refuse to answer on the grounds that it might incriminate me."

He laughed and squirted some more of the liquid soap into his hands and began soaping her body. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her close to him. He opened his mouth and pressed it against hers once again. She surged against him, stiffening her tongue and probing it between his lips and teeth. He began massaging her buttocks and worked his fingers down the crevice and felt her asshole.

Lila spread her legs apart and he worked his hands between them. He could feel the soft, tender folds of her pussy. Her lips caressed his as her tongue probed the sides of his mouth. Her jutting breasts began heaving against his muscular chest as she labored for breath and reluctantly they broke apart. She covered his face with little kisses and let her tongue slip inside his ear.

An ecstatic thrill raced through his body and his every muscle tightened. He moved his hands up and down her back, feeling her soft, resilient flesh. He pulled away from her slightly so that he could cup her breasts in his hands, and he began squeezing and massaging them.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Yes, they're beautiful," he breathed. He bent his head forward and began kissing her breasts. Her body began to tremble as he began licking her nipple with the tip of his tongue. She pushed against him, pressing her breast far into his mouth as he opened his lips wide. He ran his hands up and down her smooth back and sucked her breasts as hard as he could. She wrapped her arms around his head and caressed his hair.

"Oh, that feels great, Catch. Suck harder. Ahhhhhh." Her voice became a moan as he slid his fingers between her thighs and combed them across her soft, wet pubic hair. She spread her legs apart and reached across his shoulder to turn off the shower. She bucked her hips forward, pressing her cunt against his hand and dug her fingernails into his back. His finger knifed into the soft folds of her pussy and touched her clitoris. As he touched it, it sprang erect. He continued stroking her clitoris with firm movements of his finger in exactly the same rhythm as he was sucking her breast.

She wrapped her arms around his head and thrust her hips forward, pushing her clitoris against his finger.

"Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!"

Slowly, Catch pulled her down to the floor of the shower. Lila stretched out her legs and leaned against the wall. Catch got between her legs and buried his lips in the soft flesh of her stomach. He opened his mouth and slid the tip of his tongue across her skin. Lila moaned and raised her pelvis involuntarily. He slid one of his hands down under her buttocks and pushed his finger against her soft vulva, feeling it and the downy hair which covered it. She spread her legs apart as his fingers explored her pussy and her stomach began undulating. He moved his lips down until he could feel her pubic hair brushing against his chin. Her fingers pressed against his head with urgency, pushing him down toward her cunt.

When Catch dragged his tongue through the crack of her vulva, Lila gave a ragged cry and lurched up off the floor of the shower. He dipped his head lower and stiffened his long tongue and stuck it firmly into her pussy as he moved the tip of it back and forth. Then he lifted her legs in the air and positioned her thighs over his shoulders. As he opened his mouth wide and took her entire vulva into it, the warm taste of her cunt filled his mouth. He began searching for her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered in almost unbearable pleasure as he stroked it with the end of his tongue. She pressed her thighs together and gripped his head firmly. She ran one arm up the tiled wall of the shower and dug her fingers into it searching for something to hold onto.

Meanwhile at the pool Jeff was urging Barbara. "C'mon, Barbie, there's no one around. Those two left. How 'bout giving me a little head?"

The young man took the lifeguard's hand and pressed it over his throbbing crotch. "See. See how hard it is? I want you to suck it off."

"Okay. Let's go behind the bar. Nobody can see us from there and we can spot anyone coming into the pool area. That should give us plenty of time. The bartender doesn't come in until noon."

The two of them left the pool area and walked across the concrete to the outdoor bar. The bar was enclosed on three sides which hid them from the eyes of any early morning golfers. Barbara took one last glance over the top of the bar before descending to her knees. Jeff leaned his left elbow on the bar and kept his eyes trained on the entrance to the pool. Barbara ran her hands up to the top of Jeff's swim trunks, dug her fingertips inside and pulled them down to his knees. His fat cock and heavy balls fell out and Barbara whistled through her teeth and smacked her lips together. Then she moved her head forward and began to make love to the young man's cock and balls, licking them all over and sucking them.

"Ohhhh, that's good, Barbie, that's real good. Just keep doing it like that."

Barbara ran her tongue back and forth over the shaft of the young man's uncircumcised cock. Then she clamped her lips down over the head of it and pushed forward, easing the foreskin back over the bulbous cockhead.

"Take it all in your throat, Barbie," Jeff moaned.

Barbara opened her mouth wide and let the cock slide inside. Jeff pushed his hips forward forcing his large prick all the way down the lifeguard's throat. Barbara gagged, but didn't pull away. She wrapped her arms around Jeff's hips and began squeezing his buttocks. She worked her finger in between the cheeks of Jeff's ass and began toying with his asshole.

"Wait a second," said Jeff. "Let me get my legs out of these fuckin' trunks."

Barbara pulled the trunks down to Jeff's ankles and Jeff stepped out of them.

"Now, you got more room to work."

"Turn around," said Barb.

Jeff smiled. "You want to suck my ass, huh?" The teenager complied. He spread his legs apart, bent over and pulled the cheeks of his ass apart with his hands. His pink asshole was exposed.

Barbara bent forward and buried her face between Jeff's buttocks. She clamped her lips over the lips of Jeff's asshole and sucked on the soft round opening until Jeff said, "not so hard. Get your tongue in there. See how far you get your tongue up my ass."

Barbara stiffened her tongue and worked it into the opening and began French kissing Jeff's ass.

"Oh, that's it, Barbie. Suck that asshole. It feels great!"

Catch continued to focus on the area between Lila's thighs. He moved his head up and down keeping his tongue stiff as he titillated her clitoris. Then he began dragging his fingernails along the inside of her thighs. He could tell from her breathing pattern that she was close to orgasm. He continued lapping her cunt and her climax built in a steady, unwavering progression of sensations. Suddenly the muscles of her body began to ripple and she whipped her pussy up at his face. Her fingernails dug into the tiles. Her legs became taut and trembled. Her breath came in deep gasps and her stomach undulated.

She cried out, "oh, God, Catch!" and began to climax. He licked her pussy with long hard strokes of his tongue until she became weak. "Oh, Catch, that was sensational. I feel groggy and a little bit dizzy."

"Wait, I'll turn on the shower." He stood up and switched on the shower to cold. The needles of water shocked her body. She held up her hand to signal that she had had enough. She got to her knees and crawled toward him.

Catch spread his legs apart and she reached for his cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and began fondling it. She glanced up and smiled.

"It's so beautiful, Catch. I think it's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

Catch had a perfectly straight cock which stuck out between his legs. It was nearly nine inches long and very thick. The head was large and flared and engorged with blood. A network of pale blue veins covered the shaft. Hanging beneath the giant cock were two heavy balls encased in a smooth scrotum. She lifted his balls with the palm of her hand as if she were weighing them. Then she moved her head closer and kissed the flared cockhead. She stuck out her tongue and trailed the tip of it around the head.

Catch's breath hissed through his teeth as her hands and tongue explored his genitals. She pushed one of her hands between his legs and began fondling his balls as she continued to hold onto his cock with her fingers around the base of it. She dragged the tip of her tongue back and forth along the cockshaft. The muscles in Catch's thighs knotted as she lapped at his cock. She paused for a moment and rubbed her lips over his balls. She opened her mouth wide and sucked one of them inside and began gently pulling on the sac with her lips. She took the other ball in her fingers and stuffed it inside of her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's as she continued to suck his balls and run her tongue over the fleshy sac which filled her mouth.

She pulled her head back and let them slide out of her mouth and went for his cock once again. She took it in both hands and began licking it like a lollipop.

Catch groaned and he thrust his cock forward. She opened her mouth wide to let it slide between her lips and then closed her mouth around it. She moved her head back and forth, flicking the tip of her tongue over the cockhead while it was in her mouth. She let it slide out of her mouth until only the head was resting on the tip of her tongue. Then she dug the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head of his cock wiggling it inside. She opened her mouth wide once again and let his cock slide all the way into her mouth and down her throat. She was completely gorged on his cock and her lips were stretched taut around the base of the shaft. She began moving her head back and forth, exerting a strong sucking pressure.

Ecstatic sensations roared through his body as Lila sped her head back and forth. The sight of his thick prick sliding into her beautiful face made his sexual sensations even more acute. He could feel his load beginning to swell up inside of him as he looked down at her sucking his cock. She kept one hand on his balls, squeezing them gently in rhythm to the stroking movements of her head. The other she let slide around to his buttocks. She began squeezing and fondling the muscular cheeks of his ass.

Catch involuntarily bent forward, slightly spreading his buttocks apart and she touched his asshole with the tip of her finger. The crevice was still slightly soapy. She began working her finger inside his asshole and started finger-fucking him with the same rhythm that she was giving him head. He began undulating his hips harder, driving his cock down her throat. Lila adjusted the position of her head and held it steady, letting Catch fuck her in the mouth. His hips pumped forward with a driving force sliding his cock deep between her glistening lips, before pulling it back out until only the head of it remained inside her mouth. His hands were shaking as he reached down to touch her face. Her finger flew in and out of his ass as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.

His load of semen grew until it was painful to hold. His control was trembling on the edge of collapse. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth and began jerking the base of it. Lila smiled and eagerly opened her mouth to catch his load. He raised himself on his tiptoes and ground his buttocks against her invading finger. The muscles in his legs began shaking. He ground his teeth together and howled. His come shot out through his cock gushing into her waiting mouth in hot thick spurts. He closed his eyes and he could hear her eagerly swallowing it as it flooded into her mouth. He looked down and watched her as she sucked on it. She kept on sucking until his cock began to shrink, then she gave it one last kiss and let it fall from her lips.

"Turnabout is fair play," she said with a smile.

Jeff straightened up and turned around. "That's enough ass sucking." He took Barbara by the ears and held onto her head and jammed his cock all the way down her throat. Then he began bucking his hips back and forth. "I'm coming, Barbie, take it. Swallow my load." He pumped his sperm down the lifeguard's throat still holding onto her ears.

Barbara sucked with a frenzy swallowing every drop that gushed forth. Finally, Jeff said, "Hey, Barbie, that's enough. There ain't anymore."

Reluctantly Barbara pulled her head off the teenager's cock. Jeff bent over and stepped into his swim trunks. He patted the lifeguard on the ass. "You give the best head around, Barbie. Now I think I'm going to take a swim.

He raced around the edge of the bar and ran onto the diving board. He jumped up and down several times and executed a perfect jack knife into the water.

Barbara looked after him longingly and slowly returned to her lifeguard perch. She was bored with her job. There weren't that many young people around, not like Jeff anyway. She watched the young man swimming in the water and wished that he would feel something more than just lust for her.

Catch and Lila stiffened when they heard the door to the bathhouse bang shut.

"Christ," Lila muttered. "Somebody's come in."

Catch eased over to the door and peeked out the small window. He saw the young man drying himself. "Just be quiet," he whispered. "The kid'll be gone in a minute."

Jeff got dressed and hurriedly left, anxious to get a few more rounds of golf in before lunch time. As soon as he had gone, Catch and Lila left the shower stall.

"I'll put on my trunks and take a look out and see if it's clear," said Catch. He peeked out the door and saw no one in sight. A large partition hid the entrance to both the mens' and the women's bathhouse from the lifeguard's view.

Lila blew him a kiss. "I'll see you later, Catch. I've got to go get dressed and meet my parents for lunch."

She hurried into the women's bathhouse.

Catch got dressed and went back to his office to continue working on his reports. Miss Tyne looked up eagerly as he entered.

"Did you have a nice swim, Mr. Callahan?"

"Very refreshing. It was just what I needed."