It all started as a friendly swap game, except that Helen and Carol didn't share Brad and Paul's open enthusiasm for the fun and games. Not until they discovered each other, that is. Following the lead of their wives, the men soon jumped into the inverse relationship with abandon. On the weekends, it was Paul and Brad, Carol and Helen, and during the week they settled for the normal rules of swapping. William and Jerrye Breedlove describe the young couples' agreement accurately in their book. The Swinging Set, when they write, "Among the code agreements that held them together was the stipulation that any one of the group should be willingly available to any other member upon request."
I
Carol Collins sat in the lounge chair, trying to ignore Harry Dodson. He was perched on the arm next to her, his fingers drifting downward to grab a handful of tittie. He was having trouble with her bra and Carol kept scrootching away, making his attempt more difficult. One thing she didn't want was his big, hairy hands playing with her boobs.
While she avoided Harry's clutching fingers, she sipped at her third highball and watched her husband, Paul, in action. He too was moving in on a pair of breasts-enormous ones that belonged to Harry's wife, Rita. Only Rita wasn't trying to avoid Paul's roving fingers. She slipped her gown down on her shoulders, revealing the fact that she wore no bra. Paul quickly took advantage of his chance by cupping the immense melons in his hands and playing with them.
Carol gave him a severe look and Paul grinned impishly in return. He defiantly continued probing Rita's immense breasts. While his wife continued to glare at him, Paul bent over and sucked greedily at the exposed tits, paying particular attention to the taut cherry nipples set in a small circle of brown against a background of dazzling pinkish-white skin. Rita, a dazzling blonde, was an exotic dancer and had flawless, smooth, lovely skin.
Carol groaned inwardly while she watched her husband suck the other woman's titties. But she continued to avoid contact with the other husband. She'd wanted no part of this party in the first place. Now, after a week of arguing, and finally losing the argument, she wasn't about to give in to Paul, and admit maybe she could enjoy herself.
Reluctant and bitter to the end, she'd accompanied him to the Dodson's place for the party. Harry, the big wheel. The man of wealth. The guy with the exotic dancer for a wife. The man who enjoyed his swap parties.
Carol hadn't fallen for Paul's explanation that going along with Harry on this swap business would be a good thing for Paul's future. She figured the only reason Paul wanted to swap was because he was tiring of her. Married less than two years, and already he was seeking new outlets for his passion and lust. Carol knew she was a beautiful girl. Brown-haired and brown-eyed, she carried only a hundred and twenty pounds on her tallish frame. Rut she was still loaded with curves and goodies in all the right areas.
At this moment, Harry was intent on exploring the hidden goodies. And he was getting impatient with her aloofness. He frowned when Carol pulled away from his fingers. "What's with you?" His voice was sharp, the tone slurred. He had already taken aboard quite a sizeable cargo of liquor. Harry was a fat man, with beady eyes and a hungry look. He weighed about two-twenty and a sizable portion of his flab was in his midsection.
Carol glanced at the hairy man as he probed with his fingers. "I'm not in the mood to be pawed over!"
Her frankness shocked him. Harry, the man of wealth, was a guy used to getting things his own way. Withdrawing his groping fingers from the vicinity of her bosom, he snapped. "Well ... if you feel that way...!" He stomped away from her, went over to the bar and slid onto a bar-stool next to his wife.
Rita, holding Paul's bobbing head to her titties, smiled at her husband. "Having fun, dear?"
Harry glared. "Hell no. Paul's wife is a dud!" He downed his drink and poured another.
Paul, hearing the gist of the conversation, popped his head up and frowned. He'd figured this might happen.
Carol had been violently opposed to the idea from the start. "Maybe she'll get with it after a few more drinks?" He leaned toward Harry, keeping his voice low. "This is a first time for her. Sometimes gets these old fashioned ideas. Maybe if you slip 'er a few more drinks and take it kinda easy...?"
Harry brightened. "Okay. Guess maybe I was rushing the kid too much. I'll try again." He poured another round of drinks. Glasses in hand, he went back to the couch. Sitting next to Carol, he said, "Hi! Remember me...?"
Carol crinkled her nose at him, then smiled. Despite his size and ugliness, there was a certain charm about this big man. He did have a nice smile. She accepted the proffered drink and sipped it slowly, keeping herself in readiness to shove him away if he started pawing again.
Harry looked at Carol while she stared at her husband. Having tipped Harry off on a possible course of action, Paul had returned to his task of sucking Rita's titties.
Carol pulled in a deep breath as she watched her husband kiss the big boobs. Her heart pounded. She'd been hoping against hope that he wouldn't actually go through with it; she hoped he would back out when he saw that was really against the whole thing. A look passed between them. He flushed under her glare of disapproval. Then he deliberately drew Rita's enormous tits into his mouth, one after the other. He sucked them loudly, making exaggerated sounds of pleasure!
Rita squirmed delightfully under Paul's busy mouth. "Man, you know how to suck a girl's titties!" she squealed. "Do me some more. Don't stop."
Paul obeyed. He cupped the global monsters in his hands. Working furiously, he sucked one, then the other. He nibbled at the tautening nipples and bit them gently, bringing cries of joy from the big blonde. "You like?" Paul said aloud, for Carol's benefit.
"Love it, Paul. Love it!" squealed Rita, pushing him closer and wiggling around. She took Paul's hands and placed them on her dress, which had slipped down to her hips. She stood before him, bending over so he could still reach her tits with his mouth.
Paul took the hint. While he sucked, he pushed down on her dress. It slid easily over her hips and left her standing naked.
Carol gasped. A pang of jealousy went through her. No wonder Rita was an exotic dancer. Wow! With a shape like that she probably had the men climbing the walls of the nightspot where she displayed her wares.
Rita reached over and took one of Paul's hands, pushing it against her golden-haired cunt. "Play with me there!"
Paul played with her. He ran his fingers all over the exposed area, sliding her legs apart and shoving his fingers in between her glorious thighs. His other hand roved around the smooth, out-thrust white buttocks. He slapped Rita gently on the asscheeks and toyed with the tiny brown hole between them.
Rita reached down and unzipped Paul's fly. Groping around, she came out with the prize. Holding Paul's large prick in her hand, she waved it in the breeze and said, "Look, dear, what I found!" She smiled at her husband.
Harry nodded. "It's quite a wang." He watched with complete unconcern while his wife finished stripping the young man. Paul was dark-haired and dark-eyed, and was well muscled over his six foot two inch frame. In college, Paul had been a better than average running back on the football team.
Now, completely nude and completely aroused, he was a handsome hunk of man. Rita drew him to his feet, wrapped her arms about him and said, "Let's dance."
"Sure!" Giving Carol a defiant look, Paul swept the exotic dancer to him and together they moved about the floor in front of the bar in time with a tune that was being played on the hi-fi.
Dumfounded, her heart sinking to a new low for the evening, Carol watched in dismay. Could this be the man she'd married? The guy who'd promised faithfully to love, honor...? The despair turned to anger. To rage. To frustration. Why? Why?
Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by Harry's voice. "Let's us dance, we might as well be friends, anyway."
Mechanically Carol arose and found herself in his huge embrace. They were both fully clothed. She wore a low cut, tight fitting dress that accentuated her high breasts and outlined her delightful curves. Harry wore a pair of slacks and a sports shirt that accentuated his fat middle.
She winced as he bent forward and she got a good whiff of his breath. The guy was loaded and his breath smelled like a brewery. He forced a big grin, but made no effort to play with her goodies. An old hand at handling girl, Harry decided to play this one cool. Seeing that he wasn't going to strip here, Carol relaxed and waltzed around the floor in his arms, giving Paul a nasty look every time their glances met.
Rita, warming by the minute, was hot to trot. She giggled and hugged Paul. She kept stroking his cock. While they danced, she kept trying to slide it between her legs and shove it into her cunt. "Why don't you two cats take off your clothes?" she called. "It's fun. We'll all have a ball. Eh, Paul.. . ?"
"Sure." Paul tried to retain his balance and keep up with Rita's erotic gyrations. He flushed, then glaring at Carol, he said, "Why don't you? That's why we came here for, isn't it?"
Carol eyed him cooly, eyes flashing, jaw set in a tight, firm line. Giving him a look that would melt steel, she said, "You really want to go through with this?"
Hesitating but a moment, Paul nodded, the defiant look still in his eyes. "Yes."
A taut smile came to Carol's pretty face. Stepping away from Harry, she began undressing. All right, Paul, you bastard! she thought. You asked for it! You want to play the swap game!
She slid her clothes off rapidly and stood before them naked. She flushed when she heard the gasp of approval from Harry's thick lips as he hastened to join the group. "Wow!" Harry's voice was filled with awe and appreciation as he stared at Carol. "What a beauty!"
Defiantly Carol stood before them, displaying her naked wares. She thrust out her gorgeous titties, which, while not as big as Rita's were solid, firm, and pointed. Delightful cherry nipples swam in a sea of brown and white. Her pinkish skin was smooth and flawless. She felt a glow of pride when she noticed Harry's glance of approval as he looked over her gorgeous shape. Even Rita's eyes lit up when she sized up the competition.
A beauty herself, Rita was quick to give the nod of approval to another beauty. "She's adorable!" She smiled at Harry. "You're going to have fun with her, dear. She's lovely!"
"I'll say!" Harry's eyes continued to glance at the lovely scenery.
Carol looked at Paul. "Last chance. You still want to go through with this swap game?" Her eyes were frosty. Her voice icy.
Paul fidgeted, then nodded, the rebellious look in his eyes. "Yes."
Carol turned to Harry, who was still maintaining his approach of look, but not touch. Big, fat, naked Harry whose wang was beginning to show interest in the events taking place. Carol's eyes lit up. Like Harry himself, his cock gave every indication of also being oversized. Okay, Paul, she thought, I gave you a chance to back out. You didn't.
Carol dropped to her knees before Harry, reached out, took hold of his half-hard prick and wrapped her mouth around it.
II
Carol had done it for the shock effect and to show her husband that she wasn't pleased with his attitude and his insistence on going through with the swapping. While she felt the prick hardening in her mouth, she heard the surprised reactions.
"Carol!" gasped Paul.
"Wow!" gasped Harry.
"H'mmm," gasped Rita. Then she added, giggling, "That's a girl, Carol. Suck the fat bastard good. He likes it that way."
Carol took the older girl's advice and sucked greedily.
She drew the enlarging cock into her throat. It jumped to attention. Like she'd figured, he had a man sized prick. King sized. She almost gagged when it grew and stiffened under her sucking. It was immense, much larger than Paul's. Longer and fatter. She'd never sucked one quite this big before, even during her college days when she'd mouthed many a one.
Carol's lust grew with the size of Harry's prick. Every nerve in her body screamed to take it into her cunt. She sucked it a few more times, then got to her feet. Throwing herself into the fat man's embrace she said, "I'm ready. Where's the bed?"
Taking her hand, Harry led her from the room. His eyes were burning with lust. "Come along Paul, and you, too, Rita. We'll have us a ball in the bedroom."
Leading his swap flock into the master bedroom, Harry wasted no time. He eased Carol onto the bed, spread her legs wide and stared down at the sight. "Man, that looks good!" His lips slobbered as his fingers explored her twat.
Carol stared up at him, her thoughts racing, Let him suck it. Make him stick his big tongue all the way in before he socks it to me.
As though reading her mind, Harry knelt on the bed, inched his massive body forward, bent his head, opened his mouth and attacked her pussy. He lapped at her tiny cunt with brush like strokes of his big tongue.
He vacuumed his mouth against her vaginal lips and inhaled with mighty blasts, all the while letting his tongue dart in and out.
Reaching down, Carol grabbed his immense cock and pulled on it, signalling that she wanted to give it a mouthing job at the same time.
Harry quickly obliged. He swung his massive legs up and over Carol's pretty face and let his massive buttocks squirm down, aiming his prick at the pretty target. . . her lips.
Carol eagerly accepted the monster in her mouth and together they sucked each other off, emitting animal-like sounds of enjoyment.
"Aaaaaah ... Oooooooh...." Carol moaned happily, drawing his large tool in and out and squirming under his tongue lashing. "I love! I love it!" She was dimly aware of two bodies thrashing around on the bed beside her as Paul and Rita followed their lead. They, too, were having a sucking good time.
Carol whimpered and moaned in ecstasy. Her head bobbed up and down as she accepted Harry's cock in her mouth. It was so big, she thought, and getting bigger with every suck! And the things Harry was doing to her cunt with his mouth, tongue and big fingers. She was about ready to climb the walls. "I'm ready, Harry!" she screamed, beating at his fat rump. "Ready!"
Harry rolled around on the bed and landed on top of her. He was very careful not to put his entire weight on her small, slender body. He eyed her for a moment, then eyed her cunt. "Think you can take it?" There was a measure of doubt in his voice.
Carol stared at Paul for a long moment. He and Rita had stopped and were kneeling beside them, watching. "Think I can take that big old prick in me, Paul?" Her voice taunted him.
Paul flushed. For the first time since their arrival at the Dodson's a look of doubt came to his eyes. He stared at Harry's huge cock.
While Paul was deliberating, Harry acted. He shoved forward. With a slurping sound he sank his huge, thick cock into the tiny cunt.
Carol cried out in pain. "Ooooow ... Oooooow," she moaned. "It hurts! It's too big ... Take it out ... Ooooow!" Tears of pain came to her eyes and she sobbed.
"Take it easy, doll. Relax." Bending over, Rita placed her hand on Carol's forehead and stroked. "You'll adjust soon. The old bastard affects all the young girls this way the first time. Relax. Don't tense up. There. There. Now you're doing it," she encouraged. "Move slowly. Don't fight it. Ride with it. Relax ... That beginning to feel better...?"
Carol smiled up at Harry's wife while she accepted his big prick in her tight cunt. "It's beginning to feel. . . okay...."
Carol adjusted. In. Out. Harder. Faster. She rode with the big man and his big cock. Now that it no longer hurt, it felt good. She crooned happily. "Oooooh ... Aaaaaaaah. Sock it to me, Harry. Sock it to me. It feels so good ... Oooooh. I've never had one this big before. Ooooooh...."
Harry worked his hands underneath her ass, gripped her lovely asscheeks with his hands, and pulled her upward to meet his thrusts. His prick was throbbingly hard as it plunged into her steaming cunt. The massive dong sunk deeply every time, bringing screams of delight to the recipient. "You have such a tiny cunt!" Harry's voice contained a measure of delight. "Tiniest hole I've filled in a long time...."
"Oooooh ... Aaaah ... Now! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Carol thrashed around wildly and spasmed several times, moving faster and faster under his thrusts. "Come with me...." she screamed.
Harry obliged. He lunged deeply into the tiny cavity and let go with a gigantic orgasm at the same time his gorgeous little swap mate unloaded.
The king sized bed shook and rocked under the pounding.
Carol stared deeply into her husband's eyes as Harry pounded into her. She had a moment of triumph when she saw a thoughtful look in his eyes as the big cock went in and out of her tiny hole.
She lay for a long moment under Harry's weight. Then she shoved him off. He lay beside her panting and gasping for breath, a contented look on his face. "Now, let's see you and Rita in action," she said.
Carol watched while her husband fucked Rita. She beat back a smile while she watched him struggle valiantly to heat up the old war horse and make a futile attempt to fill her cavity. It was obvious that Rita was accustomed to king sized pricks like Harry's. Paul's was an average run-of-the-mill size, hardly suitable for a girl of Rita's capacity.
Paul struggled and strained, bounced and pounded. At last, he reached an orgasm but it was plainly an unsatisfactory one. Rita frowned in annoyance at the conclusion of the act. "Glad that's over," she mumbled, half-aloud.
Carole crinkled her nose at Paul. He flushed, but his pride wouldn't acknowledge he'd failed the big test.
Reaching down, Carol placed her fingers on Harry's limp but impressive cock. "Shall we get it up again?"
Harry nodded. "If any one can, you're the one can, doll." He eased Carol's head down. "Kiss'm first."
"Carol!" Paul's voice was sharp, cross. He frowned.
"Yes?"
"Maybe we should call it quits for the night. Harry's tired. We gotta get up for work tomorrow...."
Carol hesitated. A surge of triumph swept through her. Paul had been all enthused about coming here to play swaps with the Dodson's. Now, he was ready to call it quits. Rita, the exotic dancer, hadn't lived up to his expectations, and Harry had exceeded all expectations. Paul couldn't take being upstaged.
Carol stared at Paul. Then she stared at Harry's emerging maleness. She decided to teach Paul a lesson he wouldn't forget in a long time. Besides, she still had hot pants and a longing to feel that big thing in her again. It was once in a lifetime chance, finding one like that.
She shook her head. "Let's stick around."
Harry echoed her sentiment. He was aroused again and raring for more action. "Yeah, the night's still young. We got plenty of time." Shoving Carol onto her back, he mounted her. "I want more of this adorable little pussy!"
Carol squealed in delight when the immense cock slid in. This time the entry was effected easily, since she'd already been well reamed. "Oh, Paul!" she squealed, wiggling her ass under the big man. "He's sooo big. It feels so good in my little ole cunt!" She blew her husband a kiss and crinkled her nose. "Watch him and get some pointers in case you and me ever do this together again. Of course," she added thoughtfully, "yours'll never feel the same after this one...."
"You, you...." Paul slobbered at the mouth. He glared at his wife "Paul...?" Carol eyed him sweetly, moving up to accept Harry's lunges.
"Paul...?" Carol eyed him sweetly, moving up to accept Harry's lunges.
"Yes?"
"Get lost. You annoy me, sitting there. Take your chubby friend and go find another bed. Me and this heavy hung bastard don't want you watching. Do we, dear?" She appealed to Harry, who was pounding into her like a well-oiled piece of machinery.
"Hell no. We don't need spectators. Get lost, Paul. Take Rita with you."
A taut smile crossed Carol's face as she watched her husband walk slowly away, a brooding look in his eyes and a thoughtful frown on his face.
III
For almost a week Carol and Paul barely talked to each other. The affair at the Dodson place was still uppermost in their minds. Carol knew she had scored a moral victory, but with the victory came a sense of foreboding. Paul didn't relish the idea of her getting the better of him. His masculine vanity had taken a trouncing. His ego had been pierced and his pride had been clobbered.
Carol was the first to break the ice. She figured he'd suffered enough. Exactly one week after the hectic affair at the Dodson's, she crawled out of her seldom-used twin bed, stepped across the bedroom and crawled in beside Paul. The beds were more than large enough for both of them. Until this past week, they'd used only one of the beds, keeping the other for a spare.
She snuggled into his unwilling embrace, kissed his cold lips, turned his face back to her again and said, "Let's talk."
"About what? Harry and his big prick which you enjoyed so much?" He was back on his old refrain.
"Okay, we'll talk about that!" Carol reached across his face to turn the bedroom lamp on. Since she'd conveniently left her nightie off her large breasts fell on his face, a nipple dangling at his lips. She held this position for a long moment, pretending to be fumbling for the switch.
Paul kept his mouth closed and refused to accept the bait. If he'd opened his mouth at that moment a sizable portion of gorgeous tittie would've plopped into his mouth. Resolutely, he kept his lips compressed and didn't take the peace offering.
Carol sighed. He was really pissed off. She settled back in the bed alongside him. "I'd like to point out that until last week, I'd never met Harry. I'd heard about him from you, and knew a lot about him. But never met him until then!"
"It didn't take you long to get acquainted, once you met him!" Paul's voice was filled with outrage. "Sucking him off like that. In front of everybody. You didn't do that to me until six months after we were married. Yet, in less'n an hour after you met him, you had his prick in your mouth. And a few minutes later, you had it in your cunt!" Paul's voice contained a measure of discontent as he recited her alleged misdeeds.
Carol popped her eyes wide in mock innocence. "But I thought that was the way to play the swap game. Grab the other partner and get with it?"
"Not so abruptly. You should lead up to those things gradually."
"I sec." Carol pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Like having a naked, big blonde sit in your lap, pull your cock out and play with it? Wave it in the breeze and brag about it? Like that gradually?"
Paul flushed. "That's right. Be smart Alec about it. Anyway, I didn't like what you did."
"I didn't like it, either." Carol snuggled up to him, and planted a big kiss on his lips. "Now that our swapping past is behind us, let's forget about it. Not even talk about it anymore?" Paul shook his head. "It's not behind us."
"What?" Carol scrootched away from him.
Paul gathered her to him again. This time he was the one smiling. "I'll admit the first session was an eye opener. I was shocked by your actions, but once we got squared away...."
"And you got into bed with Rita?"
He nodded. "It wasn't too bad. I'm all for this mate swapping. It's fun!"
Carol frowned. "For you, maybe, but not for me. I only did what I did to Harry to show you how stupid the whole thing is." "I know." Paul kissed her. "I got pissed off about it. I'm still provoked, but I understand why you did it." He ran his hands down her titties and tweaked the nipples.
Carol tried to maintain her aloofness in the face of his new approach to the mate swapping bit. Evidently he hadn't gotten it out of his system. The feel of his fingers playing with her nipples excited her. Damn, if only she wasn't such a hot-natured bitch! She'd always been that way. The moment a man's fingers closed on her goodies, she was like putty to be molded.
This had first happened to her when she was pushing fourteen. She was at a girl friend's house to spend the night. The girl friend had gone out to the store for a short time, leaving Carol alone with her step-father. Carol liked the older man, who'd always treated her well. He was friendly and often gave her nickels and dimes when he gave them to her friend.
That night, George had asked her to come over where he was reading the evening paper. Carol had knelt beside his lounge chair and glanced at the article he was reading. George had let his hand slide down and before Carol realized it, she felt his fingers touching her thighs. Since she was wearing a short skirt, he had plenty of pink thigh to work on.
Carol tried to pretend she didn't feel George's fingers on her legs as she looked at the paper. He pretended to be reading the paper, too, but his fingers wandered closer to her tightly-haired snatch. She still recalled the thrill that went through her when his fingers played with the emerging mound of brown hair that covered her pussy.
Pretending to be engrossed in the paper he held with one hand, George played with Carol's cunt with his other hand. He pushed her panties down around her knees. He spread her legs apart and dipped his fingers into her pussy and her asshole. He massaged her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs.
Carol almost swooned at the thrill of the man's fingers on her goodies. Since he was pretending to be reading the paper, she pretended he wasn't doing anything to her. She got so hot, without really knowing why, that she would've done anything at that moment. He was the first person to ever play with her cunt.
George, the paper still held before him, unzippered his fly, pulled his cock out and placed Carol's hands on it. "Jerk it," he whispered.
Carol did. Why, she didn't know. AH she knew was that she was heated up and that she enjoyed the feel of his fingers in her pussy and her asshole.
"Some day, I'll stick this in there!" he promised, digging his fingers into her cunt and motioning to his hard cock.
Carol could only nod and stare in fascination at the prick she was jerking. She'd never seen one at close range before like this. It seemed so big and alive. It throbbed and jerked under her fingers. She'd vaguely learned about sex through talking with girl friends, reading books, and seeing pictures that were smuggled into school by adventurous students.
The more she jerked, the harder George's prick got. "Oh, Lordy, I'd love to fuck you right now!" he moaned.
Carol understood the words, but didn't quite know the real meaning. Her education hadn't progressed quite that far. She knew the item she was jerking belonged between her legs where his fingers were playing around. But she associated this with marriage. All she knew at the moment was she enjoyed the feel of his immenseness in her hands. She watched his thing get harder and harder.
Suddenly, he said, "I'm gonna come. Stick it in your mouth, Carol!" Reaching over, he shoved her head down.
Carol opened her mouth to protest and felt the huge cock sliding down her throat. She gagged a bit, then tried to back away from the throbbing thing. George held her neck and pushed against it. "Take it," he whispered hoarsely. "Swallow it," With a convulsive jerk, he unloaded in her mouth.
Carol gagged and almost choked. Then she adjusted to the hugeness of the thing in her mouth, spitting hot lava into her throat. She gulped, then swallowed. It cleared her throat of liquid and felt awful going down. Bitter, salty and hot, but thrilling.
While she was sucking him off, he continued to jab his fingers into her cunt and she felt a moistness in that area. She spasmed and twisted around under his probing fingers.
With a sigh of content, George finally withdrew her mouth from his cock. He slid his limber dick back into his pants, zipped his fly, picked up his paper and withdrew his fingers from her honey pot. A flush on his face, he motioned for her to scoot back onto the other chair where she'd been sitting. "Don't ever say a word to anyone about this!" he warned.
Flushing hotly, Carol nodded her head. She wouldn't dare breathe a word of this to anyone. It had been so sudden. So embarrassing. So wrong. Yet, so good. Something she'd want to try again, if she ever got the chance.
A few minutes later, when her friend came in the house with her mother, Carol and George were sitting calm and relaxed. He had his face deeply buried in the paper. Carol was reading a magazine. Both appeared at ease, as if nothing had happened.
Every since then, Carol had been a pushover for a man's fingers on her pussy. No matter how determined she was about not letting a boy get fresh with her, if he managed to get a finger, or two, onto her pussy, or onto her titties, Carol was a goner, a pushover.
Like now. With Paul playing with her titties, she was melting into a hot, creamy sex-pot. She knew that she'd agree to anything he suggested. She knew that he knew. That's what hurt. If only there was a way she could hide, or subdue, her passionate instincts.
"Okay, Paul. Out with it. What d'ya have on your mind?"
"Another session at the Dodsons. Next week end."
A stricken look swept to Carol's eyes. "Not again?"
Paul nodded. "They like us. Want us back. And this time there's gonna be another young couple joining the fun. Brad Peterson and his wife, Helen."
"Never heard of 'em. Do you know them?"
"No. But Harry says Brad's quite a character. A real swinger. He doesn't know Brad's wife, either, but from what he tells me, she's a doll. 'Bout eighteen and a half. A blonde. Innocent as a new born babe. I'm looking forward to meeting her."
Carol flushed. Damn him. Thinking of other girls at a time like this! Playing with her bare titties and kissing her, pushing his fingers into her hot-box, and at the same time mentioning how he was looking forward to meeting a girl he'd never seen! How low can a man get? She scrootched away from him, a deep frown on her face.
For the first time in her life, a man's probing fingers between her legs didn't do a thing for her. It didn't arouse her to a heated passion or make her want to roll over onto her back and accept the man.
If Paul noticed her coolness, he gave no sign. He scrootched over after her, his cock as big as a mast pole. He slid over her, eased her legs apart and poised at the entrance to her tunnel.
Paul crowed, "See how big it is?" He pointed and waved his wang in the breeze. "Just from talking 'bout the swap sessions. I told you it would add to our pleasure. I haven't had it this big, since--" He puckered in thought.
"You stuck it in Rita last week?" Carol completed his thought.
Paul nodded. "Come to think of it, you're right. It was this big then. See, that proves my point. The swap sessions are good for us. Stirs us up more."
Carol sighed. She longed to feel his dick in her cunt, but was distressed at the turn the conversation had taken. She wanted no part of the swapping business. She hoped that last week would end it for good. Instead, it seemed to have stirred Paul up more than ever.
"Ready?" He kissed her and tickled the outer edge of her pussy with his cock. "Shall I slam big boy in?"
"Maybe you'd better save it for the new girl. That what's her name you're raving about. Helen? Or maybe you can lay your big-titted friend Rita again? Why waste this on me? I'm not your type any more."
A frown swept to his face, but it was quickly replaced by a forgiving grin. "One of these days, pow, right in the pisser." He rammed it into her pussy. "Don't give with that don't like it routine, dear. I could see the way you acted when Harry rammed his big dick into your cunt. You enjoyed it."
"I sure did! It was so big!" Carol had to be truthful about it. She bounced around under her husband, beginning to heat up. She was so damned hot. A thought struck her.
Maybe Paul was right about this swap business being good for both of them. Maybe she should get with it and take advantage of it while it lasted.
IV
The session at the Dodson's started off slowly with the introductions and small talk. The newcomers were shown around the mansion and the swimming pool. Once they all adjourned to the living room area, the pace quickened. Especially when Harry went behind the bar and mixed the drinks.
Carol's heart went out to Helen Peterson. She seemed so out of place in this group. Helen, almost nineteen, looked more like fifteen or sixteen. She was petite and blonde. Her wide blue eyes seemed pools of innocence and her hair was cut in a short coiffure that made her look even younger.
She clung to Carol like a lost child. Carol's heart was touched and she took the young girl under her wing like a mother hen.
Sitting next to her on a couch, Helen sipped at a weak drink, and whispered, in a small voice, "I'm scared, Carol."
Carol gathered a small, trembling hand into hers and patted it, mother-like. "Relax, dear. It's really not all that bad. This your first swap party?"
Helen nodded. "I didn't want to come, but Brad insisted."
Carol glared toward the bar, where Harry, Brad, Paul and Rita were whooping it up and getting themselves primed with massive doses of liquor. Already, Rita had shed her clothes and was shoving her titties at Paul's and Brad's mouths. At the moment, each one had a huge tit in his mouth. They were sucking hungrily and making exaggerated slurping noises. Harry slapped his wife on the asscheeks and encouraged them. Carol frowned in disgust. "Look at 'em. Disgusting!"
Helen nodded, a deep frown on her pretty face. "Why do men act so stupid? So lustful? " "If I knew the answer to that, I'd be a millionaire." Carol shrugged. "Men are never satisfied. You marry 'em, try to get 'em settled down, and what happens? They come up with these swap parties. Sex games. It adds zest to the marriage, they claim."
"That's what Brad keeps telling me!" Helen sighed. "Married less'n six months and already he needs zest." She looked sad and dejected.
"Until we can think up a way to get our mates unhooked on this swap business, I guess we'll just have to go along with it." Carol was thoughtful. "I've been trying to come up with something, but so far, no luck."
Helen's eyes lit up. "Maybe if we get together, we can come up with something...?"
Carol nodded. Before she could reply, a deep voice cut in. Harry loomed over them. "What're you dolls cooking up? Come on, join the fun."
He hoisted them to their feet and shoved them to the bar, handing them fresh drinks. "Come on, girls! Let your hair down. Join in." Reaching over, he began undressing Helen. "I've been wanting to see what you look like naked ever since I laid eyes on you tonight."
Deftly and expertly, Harry undressed Helen. His eyes lit up lustfully when she stood before them nude, a deep flush on her cheeks. Harry's beady eyes roved over the small girl in approval. "Wow! You're a tiny one. But you got nice tits." Reaching out, he gathered Helen's out-thrust melons in his huge hands and played with them. He sat on a bar stool and drew Helen to him as he began to remove his own clothes.
Now wishing to be outdone in the nude bit, Paul and Brad hastily removed their clothes and went back to the enjoyment of sucking Rita's big tits.
Carol walked away from the group and sat back down on the couch, glaring at them. Helen stared at her with an appealing look in her eyes. The kid was scared to death now that Harry's immense cock was waving in the breeze and he'd settled Helen's fingers over it and urged her to jerk it.
"Let's start the ball a'rolling!" Harry said, downing his drink. Reaching over he slapped his wife on the ample rump. "Get up on stage there, doll and let's see how good you are with Brad!"
The stage he referred to was a raised area of the huge living room. On the raised portion was a king sized bed, a couple of chairs and a dresser. Different colored floodlights cast strange lights on the bed when switched on. Harry uncoupled from the small girl, went over and turned on the lights. "Come on, the rest of you, well sit here and watch these two in action."
He slid onto a long couch facing the stage and drew Carol to him. "How come you're still dressed?" He quickly took care of that bit of foolishness drawing her onto his lap as soon as she was completely undressed.
Carol sighed. The old familiar feeling. The moment Harry's huge fingers settled on her goodies, she began melting into a hot sex-pot. Sitting on his lap, she drew his immense cock up between her thighs and tickled the head of it. This pleased Harry and he hugged her closer, letting his fingers rove all over her titties, tweaking them and massaging them.
"I'll take care of you soon," he promised. "But let's watch these cats."
Rita flopped onto her back, spread her legs wide, held out her hands and begged, "Sock it to me, Brad. Sock it to me.
Brad mounted the large blonde girl and let it slide in without any preliminaries. He was completely aroused from his sucking session with her huge melons.
Helen, seated on Paul's lap next to Harry and Carol, gasped involuntarily. "No, Brad! Don't!"
Her plea came to late. Her husband's dick slid all the way into Rita's king-sized cunt, hardly touching the sides. Brad was even bigger than Paul, though not nearly as large as Harry, and he bounced around on top of Rita with enthusiasm.
Rita, an expert in the art of making men come, soon had Brad off on a cloud. She met his thrusts, wriggling her ass around under him. Before long they climaxed in a wild spasm of jerking thighs and bouncing hips.
Rita, always the ham, got up and bowed gracefully to the appreciative audience.
Brad got up slowly and looked defiantly at his wife who was glaring at him, an intense look of disgust on her face.
Harry, the master-of-ceremonies, shoved Paul and Helen to their feet. "Your turn. Make it good."
Paul hopped onto the stage, a look of sheer delight on his face. He was aroused completely from his previous tit sucking session with Rita and his recent feel session with the gorgeous little blonde.
Helen tried to hang back. She protested feebly that she didn't want to. Paul, who outweighed her by almost eighty pounds, pulled her onto the stage. His eyes lit up with lust and he licked his chops as he sized up the petite girl.
Carol glared at her husband as she watched him take advantage of the young-blonde. She even lost interest in fondling Harry's large cock as she stared at her husband in action.
Paul wasted no time. He laid Helen on her back. He kissed her on her protesting lips and then let his mouth slide down to her small, perfectly formed titties. He nibbled at the nipples until they grew taut. He let his tongue slide down her flat tummy and come to a rest on the mass of golden curls at the apex to her glorious thighs. Helen was an ash blonde with golden pubic hair.
Paul spread her reluctant legs apart and gasped in delight. "My, what a tiny cunt! Take a look, gang!"
The audience hopped up and gathered around the bed on the stage. Paul pointed out the glories of the tiny, little used cunt. "So pink! So unused!" he enthused, dipping his fingers and tongue in and out of the cute pussy. Grinning, he turned to her husband. "Don't you ever sample this gorgeous thing, Brad?"
Brad grinned proudly. "Often. But it always snaps back like that." Reaching over he patted his wife, then kissed her. "Doesn't it, hon?"
Helen forced a smile, not wanting to be a party pooper. "Yes, dear."
Harry had been studying the situation with expert eye. He placed his hand on Paul's surging cock. "You think you can get this big thing in that tiny hole? " "I'll sure give it a try." Paul knelt between Helen's legs and poised at the entrance to the tunnel.
"He sure will." Carol's voice was etched with sarcasm that no one seemed to notice, so engrossed were they at watching the battle of the irresistible force (Paul's co
and the immovable object (Helen's tiny cunt).
As usual, the irresistible force won out. With a few dabs and pushes, licking with his tongue to widen the gap, Paul finally managed to stick it in. He was sweating, though the house was air-conditioned. Lunging forward he slammed it all the way in.
Helen bit back a scream of pain and manfully accepted his offering. Once it was in her cunt, she relaxed and began to enjoy it. "Oooooh ... Aaaaaa ... It feels so good, Paul. Do it to me ...."
"You're getting it, little doll!" Paul rammed harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. "Man, I've never felt one so tight..."
Carol flushed at the implication. Now he was indicating she wasn't tight enough for him. The bastard. He'd pay through the nose. She'd see to that. He'd live to regret things.
Helen looked up. "Kiss me, Brad, kiss me while Paul fucks me." She pursed her lips.
Carol winked at her. That'a girl, Helen. You're my kind of girl. Needle the bastards.
Brad frowned at his wife's suggestion. Then, bending over, he placed his lips on hers.
"Brad! Brad!" Helen chirped happily. "He's making me come. Aren't you proud of your wife-swapping mate? This guy's coming into my little, ole cunt, while you're kissing me. Aren't you proud of me ... Ooooooo ... Aaaaaa. I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shrieked.
"Me too!" echoed Paul, shoving deeply into her and climaxing in perfect cadence with the young bride.
When the two hot lovers finally separated, Harry nodded his approval. "Good show, kids. Good show! Now me and this gorgeous doll, Carol, will show you how people should fuck!" He turned to her. "Ready?"
Glaring at her husband, who was wiping his prick with a handy towel, Carol grated, "Damn right, I'm ready. Let me feel what a real cock is like. I'm not used to one." She flounced onto her back, spread her legs wide, held out her hands and added, "Sock that wang to me, lover. I like the feel of a real prick in me once in a while, for a change." She smiled sweetly at her husband. "Watch a real man in action, dear. Maybe you'll get some pointers."
She bit her lips when Harry rammed into her without any warm up. She knew he did it more to stifle her wise cracks and to maintain male superiority, than because he was ready. He was aroused, but not completely. A few preliminary sucks, feels and touches would have been in order.
"Stop that needling," Harry hissed in her ear. "I don't like to hear that kinda stuff." He frowned.
Carol nodded, then smiled. "Okay, I'll behave. Now let's get humping. I really meant it when I said you've got a big one. Now, let me feel it." She was melting into her usual groovy sex sensation. The big man's cock aroused her and she wiggled around under his bulk, feeling his full arousal as it filled her small snatch.
His immenseness seemed to grow inside her, shoving wide the pink inner walls of her cunt. The head of it slid up and up, seeking and finding virgin territory. Areas, until now, untouched by other men. Cripes, he was big, she thought happily.
In. Out, Thrust. Harder. Deeper. "Ooooooh ... Aaaaaaah, wow ... what a man, you are, Harry ... Oooooh ... I could fuck you forever ... and ever ... Oooooh ... Aaaaaah. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come...."
"So soon...?" Harry frowned. "Wait! Wait... Let me catch up." He pumped harder. Faster.
"I'll ... wait...! " Carol relaxed a moment, allowing him to pound deeper and deeper. Then, sensing he was ready, she bounced upward again and again. "Now, let's go ...! " she screamed. "Now...."
Harry obliged. With a spasm that shook his huge body, he uncorked a stream of hot lava. His hot love juices mixed with her fluid. They were locked in each others arms, kissing, hugging, coming in each other . . .
Harry finally wobbled to his feet. Shaking his head and chuckling, he said, "That was the best piece I've had in a long time. You were sure hot today, Carol." He patted her on her wet throbbing cunt.
"Why wouldn't I be, with that in me?" Carol touched his limber dick. Staring directly at her husband and smiling sweetly, she added, "We should do this swapping more often! Like Paul says, this swapping is good for both of us! Stirs us up more. Doesn't it, dear?"
Paul flushed and then managed a grin. "Yeah."
"Now what?" chirped Carol, placing her hand back on Harry's prick and toying with it. "I could use a little more of this," she hinted.
Harry kissed her and pulled away. "Later, doll. We got the whole weekend. I'll stick it in you plenty. Right now I think we should all take a dip in the pool to recuperate. Then, after Rita fixes us a snack, well come back here and play some more games. I got a few things lined up." He headed toward the door leading to the outside of the house. "C'mon, gang. Let's go swimming."
Carol began following him, but a hand held her arm and she glanced around.
Helen had her hand. She stood near the bed, a sad look in her eyes. "Please stay here with me a few minutes, Carol? I want to talk ... Please?"
V
Carol sat on the bed next to the small blonde girl, who was sobbing. She placed an arm around the small waist and said, "Take it easy, Helen. What's wrong?"
"I feel so ashamed!" Helen sobbed. She turned damp eyes in Carol's direction. "I tried to tell Brad I wasn't ready for this. I'm sorry, Carol. Me and your husband ... I really didn't want to."
"Me, either. I've been arguing with Paul for weeks about this swapping. He keeps insisting I join with him, or else."
"Or else what?"
Carol frowned. "Gee, I don't know what he'd do if I flat refuse. Stay mad at me, I guess."
"Brad said he'd divorce me if I didn't go along with it," Helen sobbed.
"Would he? Really?"
Helen nodded. "I think so. He's been married and divorced twice already. He's almost ten years older than me. He's almost twenty-eight!"
"H'mm. And you knew about this swapping habit of his before you were married?"
"Sort of. Some of my friends tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen. I figured if he married me, he wouldn't want anyone else."
"Now, six months later, he's on the prowl!" Carol crinkled her nose in disgust. "Men! There oughta be a law against 'em!"
"What'll we do, Carol? I don't want to go through with this. But if I don't..." Helen winced at the possibilities of rebellion on her part.
Carol pushed Helen onto her back. She let her glance wander up and down the gorgeous, slender girl. "How a guy could want something else when he has a doll like you is beyond me. But my Paul's been looking forward all week to getting next to you and I imagine your husband has been looking forward to this session, too."
Helen nodded. "Brad's been drooling all week about meeting you ever since Harry invited him to spend the weekend here and told him you'd be his date, his bed partner. I know Brad's looking forward to it."
Carol frowned, her brow crinkled in thought. "The way I got it figured, and the way the male mind works, the line-up for tonight, unless I'm wrong, is for Harry to shack up with you. Brad's to get me and that leaves my husband to entertain Rita."
Helen nodded. "I kinda guessed it would be that way."
Carol pondered. "This'll upset my husband. He's had his heart set on you. I could tell from the way he acted before that he wants to sample you again and again, but that's the way the line-up will be as of now...." A smile played at the corners of her mouth.
Carol leaned over and whispered in Helen's ear. "Suppose you and me try to change that line-up!"
"What d'ya have in mind?" Helen's eyes lit up.
"My husband wants you. Harry wants you. Brad wants me. Right?"
"Right."
"That means neither one of our beloved bastard husbands want Rita."
The light began to dawn on Helen's pretty face. For the first time she began smiling. "You mean...?"
"We donate Rita to our husbands! When it comes time to going to bed for the night, you and I both will insist that we want Harry for a partner!"
"You think it'll work?"
"The boys'll let out a howl of dismay, but we're holding the trump cards." "We are?"
"Absolutely." Carol grinned impishly. "These swap parties are based on one thing," she explained. "Sex. And what's sex?" Carol placed her fingers on Helen's pussy. "This, and these." She fingered the gorgeous, out-thrust little titties. "Plus the male organ. Right?"
"I'm listening."
"When it comes right down to the nitty-gritty, it amounts to whoever has the mostest and the bestest of these things'll attract the opposite sex. So, who has the biggest cock?"
"Harry, by far. Next is Brad. Then the smallest is your husband. No offense."
"You're observant and so right. So when the time comes to choose sides for the night, you and I will demand our rights." The impish smile grew on Carol's face.
"Well both demand Harry because he has the biggest cock?"
Carol patted her conspirator on the shoulder. "Exactly, and we won't back down. Well insist. Either we get our way, or we won't play."
"Wow!" Helen nodded her head. "I'm sure glad you're on my side."
Carol hopped to her feet and hoisted Helen to hers. She patted her new bosom-buddy on the ass. "Now, let's go join the others in their fun and games. Smile, darling, smile. Like this." Carol forced a smile to her lips. "Let's make out like we're enjoying it."
"I might enjoy it at that." A quick smile came to Helen's face. "At least it might teach that bastard of mine a lesson. He wants zest in his marriage? I'll give him zest!" A determined gleam came to her eyes.
"One other thing, dear." Carol paused before sliding open the door leading to the patio and pool area, where they could see the boys and Rita splashing around and playing grab-ass with each other. "Yes?"
"Do you think you can take Harry? He is immense." Carol smiled contentedly at the memory.
Helen grew pale. "I've been wondering about that. He's so big." She smiled wanly, then threw her shoulders back in determination. "I'll try my best!"
"Atta girl." Carol shoved open the door. She liked this girl very much. She liked the feel of her fingers around her small waist. She liked the feeling she got when she brushed the petite titties. Maybe she could work things out when the three of them got together so that the little girl wouldn't be hurt too much by Harry's immenseness.
VI
Carol's analysis of the line-up for the evening was right on the button!
After a couple of hours of playing games, frolicking around in the pool, eating supper, and enjoying each other's company in a wild, mixed scramble for feels, hugs and kisses, the mob wound up in the living room for a nightcap.
Harry gathered Helen into his arms and said, "Guess it's 'bout time to turn in and really have ourselves a ball. We have three bedrooms upstairs. I'm gonna take this little doll to bed with me!" He squeezed Helen closer into his embrace.
A gasp of protest welled from Paul's lips. "But I thought I'd take Helen to bed with me!"
Harry shook his head, a gleam coming to his beady eyes. "Un-unh. You had her before. I haven't had her yet. I wanna sample that tiny cunt and see if I can get this big ole prick in there. How 'bout it, doll?" He squeezed her tightly.
"I'm looking forward to it!" Helen reached down and wrapped her tiny fingers around his prick. "I've been looking forward to this ever since I saw it," she confessed. She waved it toward her husband. "It's a beaut, isn't it, dear? Much bigger than yours."
Brad forced a sickly smile. "It sure is." His glance strayed downward to his own rather large prick, but it paled into insignificance when compared to Harry's.
"Good. That's settled!" Harry smiled the victor's smile. He waved his hand. "Since I'll be with Helen, that means you'll have to sleep with Rita, Paul. Unless," he added impishly, "you'd want to sleep with your own wife."
"Okay with me!" Rita rushed over and gathered the protesting Paul into her arms. "I love you, honey!" she chirped. "I'll show you a good time."
Carol edged away from Brad who stepped toward her with a satisfied grin on his face. It had worked out just like she's figured it would! Carol held up her hand. "Just a minute, everyone! I've got something to say!"
"Now what?" A troubled look crossed Harry's face.
"I guess us girls have something to say about who sleeps with who. Right?"
The frown deepened on Harry's face. "I guesso, but whatever you got in mind, I'm sticking with this little doll." He thrust out his chin defiantly.
"Agreed!" Carol smiled disarmingly. She stepped over and slipped his free arm about her waist. "But you gotta take me, too!"
Harry's eyes lit up. "I do!" A look of sudden pleasure swept to his face. He beamed and then frowned. "If I take both of you girls to bed with me, that means...?" He eyed the remaining trio. Two young men and his wife. "It won't work out." He shook his head. "I'll have to let one of you go." He looked from one to the other. A tough decision.
"No you won't!" Carol made up his mind for him. "We both want you for one simple reason." "What's that?"
Carol slid her fingers onto his cock alongside Helen's. "Because you've got the biggest prick!" She stared scornfully at her husband and Brad. "Why would either one of us want to spend the night with them when we got a real man like you around! That's the idea of swapping, isn't it?" Carol smiled sweetly.
Harry pondered her statement, then nodded. "Guess you got a point there, baby, but why don't we even things up?
It'll work out better? Go ahead. You sleep with Brad!" He pushed against Carol's hip.
Carol clung to him and refused to budge. "Nope. I want you.
"I do too." Helen snuggled deeper into Harry's huge embrace.
"But. . . ?" Harry, pleased and flattered at the double attention, tried to bring order out of the chaos that was developing. "Be reasonable, girls. I'm only one man...."
"But what a man," cooed Carol, letting her fingers wander around on his prick and balls. "You're twice the man those two are," she decided. "Isn't he, dear?" she appealed to her buddy.
"I'll say!" Helen gushed, entwining her fingers with Carol's. "I'm anxious to get the feel of this in me. What are we wailing for? Good night Brad!" She tossed a kiss to her husband. "Have fun! I'm sure I will. I'm beginning to like this swapping." She tugged at the reluctant Harry, who was still trying to figure a way out of the dilemma.
Harry gave ground. He headed toward the steps leading toward the upper floor, a half-grin on his chubby face. He spread his hands and shook his head at the crestfallen studs. They were in the tight grip of his wife, who seemed anxious to take both of them on. "Guess that's the way the ball bounces, boys. See you guys in the morning, if I'm still alive," he joked, taking the sting out of their disappointment. "These two kids are liable to love me to death!"
Arriving in the assigned bedroom, Carol zipped over, flopped onto the bed, spread her legs wide, held out her hands and said, "Take me first, darling!" She figured she'd take some of the starch out of Harry before he tackled the tiny pussy between Helen's legs. As big and solid as it was now, it would ravish the teenager. Carol knew she could handle it. She'd handled it a few times already.
Harry nodded agreeably. "Sure, doll." He knelt between Carol's legs, arranging his huge bulk so as not to crush her. Without further ado, he slammed it to her. "Like that, doll?' Carol squirmed delightedly. It felt so good, so big. She bent to her task of accepting his monster, forgetting for the moment the anguished look on Paul's face a few minutes ago. He'd had a stricken look when she mentioned she wouldn't want to spend the night with him or Brad, because they didn't compare in size with Harry. The remark had been a crusher to Paul's ego.
"Oooooh ... Aaaaa. It's so big, darling," she cooed, thrusting upward, meeting his surgings with ease and expertise. She slid her legs about him and drew him deeper and deeper into her. "What a man!" she murmured, a look of lust in her eyes. "Sock it to me, darling. Sock it to me. Oh, I wish Paul were here to see me getting fucked by a real man ... Aaaaaah ... Ooooooh."
As she thrashed madly about under Harry's pounding, Carol became aware of Helen on the bed next to her. Turning her head, eyes alight with passion and lust, she cried, "Wait'll he fucks you, dear. You'll squeal with pleasure ... Cosh, he's so big...."
Helen's eyes matched hers in lust and passion. Bending close to her ear, Helen whispered, "Can I have him now, Carol? Please?"
"You want me to stop now? Turn 'im over to you...?" Carol gasped between shoves and thrusts.
Helen's eyes pleaded. "He's so big and hard now. I want to see if I can take 'em. Please?" Bending over, she kissed Carol on the lips.
Carol gasped! It was the first time another girl had ever kissed her lips. She had never gone for kissing other girls. The Lesbian bit. There'd always been too many boys and men around. Never time for girl love. She'd never had the urge. Now, oddly, the kiss from Helen excited her and opened up a whole new trend of thought.
The entire thing was cockeyed from the very beginning.
Now this! Her thoughts were disturbed. "Kiss me again!" she ordered.
Helen obliged. Again the same, funny feeling. Carol flushed. She shouldn't feel like this. Not with the biggest prick she'd ever had in her life pounding her pussy. She missed a few strokes while she pondered. She'd wanted to take Harry first and try and avert Helen from getting ravished. Now, the girl was begging for it.
Carol smiled to herself. Girls were so damned unpredictable. She knew, she was one herself. She nodded and humped up and down a few more times. "Okay, well swap around."
She shoved against Harry's massive, sweaty shoulders. "Okay, that's enough!" She stopped moving her ass under him.
Harry frowned. "What's with you? I'm just getting heated up. C'mon, get with it!" Carol began sliding out from under. She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Helen's turn! Remember? You're supposed to share us."
His eyes lit up. He backed away quickly. "Sure. Sure. I've been itching to get at that tiny pussy." He bounded over and knelt between Helen's outstretched legs. He stared in awe at the sight. He touched the mound of hair reverently. "Gripes, I've never seen one so small." He turned anguished eyes toward Carol. "You think I can get this bastard in there?" His voice contained a measure of doubt. "I don't want to ruin the kid."
"Let's see if you can." Carol studied the situation, letting her fingers rove around on Helen's tiny parts. Again the odd thrill swept over her. This was the first time she'd ever played with another girl's cunt! "Maybe if you suck it some?" Carol suggested. "Ream it out with your tongue?"
Harry bent to the task eagerly. Swooping down he stuck out his big tongue and rammed it into the aperture. He slurped for a while, then ran his big fingers in and out. He started off with one fat finger, then two. Finally he managed to squeeze three fingers in.
Helen moaned and thrashed around under the administrations of the two people fixing to rape her, one with the weapon, the other with encouragement. "I'm getting scared!" she whispered.
"I know! I know!" Carol consoled her. "I was sure as hell scared myself a couple weeks ago when he stuck it in me. But I adjusted. You will, too. Just relax, dear. Take it easy." While she kissed and consoled Helen, Carol let her fingers wander down onto the immense prick. She edged it toward the tiny opening between her friend's thighs. "Easy does it, Harry. Easy does it...." Helen screamed when the head of it entered. "It hurts!"
Carol pressed her lips over Helen's. "I know," she soothed. "Calm down. Relax. It'll be in soon...."
"Ow...." wailed Helen, trying to back away. "I can't take it! Make him stop, Carol. Make him stop!" she screamed. "He's killing me!"
Carol backed away and stared down. Harry had barely managed to get the head of his cock in. Now it was out because Helen had scrootched away. His prick was throbbing. Helen's cunt was twitching. Carol sighed. It was such an uneven match. That massive weapon. That tiny opening. "Vaseline?" she asked, eyes locking with Harry's anguished ones.
Harry nodded toward the bureau. "Some over there. You think it'll help?"
Carol nodded, hopped from the bed, zipped over to the chest, opened the lid and slopped a goodly portion of Vaseline on the tiny cunt. "Now, we'll make it, dear." Bending over, she placed her lips on Helen's.
Harry bent to his task. Inching forward, he aimed his cock at the gooey cunt. He'd also slapped some Vaseline on the head of his prick. The Vaseline did the trick. Like a well oiled piston, the cock entered Helen's tight pussy. Harry eased it in slowly and gently.
Helen moaned and sobbed as the massive instrument entered her. This time she didn't scream. Not only because Carol's lips were pressed against hers, but because the Vaseline had turned the trick. She felt the large prick entering her cunt, expanding it, rubbing against the sides, sinking deeper and deeper into areas where she'd never been touched before by a man.
But because he was so gentle and she was so well lubricated, the pain was gone. She inched forward, a hopeful look on her face.
"It's in!" Carol whispered. "All the way. You've done it, dear. Now wiggle your ass and enjoy it."
Helen wiggled. Harry thrust, deeper and deeper. The Vaseline intermingled with the sweat and fluids of the hot box and the oiling capabilities wore off. Now they were rubbing skin to skin.
"It's in!" chortled Helen. "All the way in! I've done it!" She moved furiously under the fat lover, squealing and moaning in delight.
Harry nodded to Carol. "Get a towel!"
Carol rushed into the bathroom, got a towel and joined them on the bed.
Harry plopped his prick out, held it aloft and Carol wiped the gookey Vaseline from it. Carol then dipped into Helen's honey pot and wiped it clean of the gooey mess. She patted it. "Now you can take it without this gook."
Helen grit her teeth when Harry came at her again. Then she sighed in relief. This time it slipped in easily. She'd adjusted. Her cunt had expanded. From here on out she'd be able to take it without using Vaseline. "Aaaaah ... Ooooooo...." she moaned, ecstatically. "Sock it to me, Harry. Ooooh ... Aaaaaaa. I can take it all ... Fuck me, lover ... fuck me ... fuck this tiny cunt. . . " Helen moaned and thrashed, mouthing obscenities. She crooned, "Isn't he wonderful, Carol? A man. Ooooh ... Aaaaah ... I'm gonna come...." she screamed.
"Me, too!" Harry joined her in a mad dash for a climax.
Up and down, in and out. Harder. Deeper. Two bodies thrusting against each other, one huge, fat, flabby and hairy, the other petite, curvy, pinkish-white. A tiny blob of humanity under a mighty beast. But the tiny one was meeting the passion of the beast and equaling it.
Carol watched with a good deal of interest. She enjoyed seeing people at pleasure. There was little doubt the two thrashing about on the large bed were pleasing each other. The squeals of delight from Helen. The gurgles, groans and grunts from the fat lover were indications that two people, deeply immersed in each other, were enjoying themselves. She wished there was a way she could cut in. She wanted to feel him inside her at the same time he was in Helen. It was an impossibility, but an interesting thought.
Her turn would be next. Maybe they'd improvise? She kissed Helen on the lips as her teenage friend climaxed. Helen's eyes were alight with wonder when Harry unloaded a gigantic flood of hot lava that filled her tiny cavern and spilled over the sides. "You were wonderful, dear."
Helen stared at her starry-eyed. Then, when Harry dismounted and went to the bathroom, she threw her arms around Carol's' neck. "Darling. Darling," she whispered. "Thanks for helping. I wouldn't have made it if it weren't for you. Gosh, he's big. I can still feel it." Helen squirmed around on the bed and peered down at herself. "Did he hurt me there? Ruin me?" Her voice contained a measure of worry.
"I'll take a look-see." Carol scrootched around on the bed in a sixty-nine position, atop and astraddle her little friend. She shoved her face down and inspected the merchandise. She patted the area gently with her fingers. "Seems alright. Looks a bit tender, but other than that, no damage." She paused in her inspection, a startled look in her eyes. "Hey, what're you doing?" "What I used to do to my friends in high school, and in the year I attended college." Helen's voice drifted up from under the curls of Carol's gorgeous pussy! A muffled sound.
Carol bent around and looked. Lifting her one leg slightly, she could see. Helen was sucking her cunt! It confirmed what she'd been feeling going on between her legs. Carol settled back and lowered her ass onto Helen's upturned face and out-thrust tongue. She wiggled around in unison to Helen's movements and gentle massagings. Cripes, it felt good! Even better than when Paul did it to her.
She squirmed and squealed in delight when Helen's fingers closed over her titties. Helen tweaked at the nipples, running her fingers around and about on Carol's boobies and stroking them with her hands. All the time she kept her tongue, mouth and lips working on Carol's cunt area.
"Do me?" Helen uncoupled her lips long enough to mouth the words, then she went back to mouthing the juicy cunt.
Carol stared down at the tiny, ravished cunt. It was still wet, sloppy and twitching from the ordeal of the big prick. Carol had never done such a thing before, but Helen was getting her really hot. She spasmed a couple times in minor orgasms.
She stared, and debated with herself. She knew that some girls enjoyed each other. Until now, her opinion of such girls was on the low side. She'd scorned such practices. She didn't think much of girls who would sink so low and had always avoided characters who engaged in such activities. She'd been approached many times by Lesbians while at college, but had always rebuffed them.
Make love to other girls? Hah! Not while there were so many boys and men around to take care of her needs. This had always been Carol's motto and never had she felt an urge to stray from this philosophy. The opportunity had never presented itself. Now here she was, getting sucked off by a teenage expert, who invited her to join in!
Carol was getting all heated up, what with Helen nibbling at her sex-pot and playing with her boobs. She never dreamed a girl could make her feel like this.
Oddly enough, at that moment, a stray expression from a book she'd once read, bounced around in her thoughts.
To do, or not to do, that is the question?
VII
Carol stared down at the gorgeous, golden curls covering the twitching little cunt. Fascinated, she watched while Helen hunched it toward her mouth, inviting her to dip in and have a meal. At the same time, the teenage doll was about driving her nuts at the other end where she was expertly doing her thing to Carol.
That Helen had done this before, there was no doubt. Her butterfly kisses rambled all over Carol's sex parts. She pushed fingers in and out. She played with Carol's clitty button. She ran her hands around on Carol's boobs and her ass cheeks and dipped fingers and tongue into Carol's asshole.
A strange feeling swept over Carol. She knew that before long she was going to come. She was going to unload into a girl's mouth for the first time in her life. The thought thrilled her and pushed her passion to new heights. Almost in a daze, she watched the rise and fall of Helen's hot-box as she squirmed under her, shoving it up, inviting her to get with it.
Still in a daze, Carol eased forward, a lustful look in her eyes. Her mouth opened mechanically and her tongue darted out. She lowered it onto the tiny opening. It had re-closed after being ravished by Harry. Carol crinkled her nose in distaste as she tasted the tangy gook. She pulled back for a moment, then bent forward again.
She dipped her tongue into the opening, felt it give ground and open wider. She shoved her tongue all the way in and the opening grew wider. She tasted of the moistness Left there by the big cock that had been bouncing around inside. She sucked the juices into her mouth and swallowed them.
Her eyes lit up and her look of lust increased. She increased the tempo and the pressure. She lashed her tongue all the way in, sucked at the insides and then she drew it out. She closed her mouth over the opening and made like a vacuum, inhaling deeply. She reached around, grabbed the glorious, rounded ass cheeks with her hands and pulled them forward, trying to draw more and more of her teenage friend into her open mouth.
She caressed Helen's tits, tweaking them and playing with the nipples, feeling them get taut. "I'm getting so hot!" she squealed. "Oooh ... Aaaa ... screw me with your tongue some more, dear."
"Like this, darling?" Helen dipped her tongue far into Carol's cunt and sucked hard. Then she rammed fingers in. "Like that!"
Carol pushed her cunt hard into her friend's mouth. She moaned and squirmed around on the bed. Soon the girls rolled around. First Helen on top, then Carol. They savored of each other, sucking, teasing, fingering. They crooned words of love to each other.
"Don't stop!" Carol pleaded, eating hungrily at Helen's cunt. She became excited and almost bit the blonde pussy. Then she came in a wild orgasm. An uncontrollable flow of hot, juicy lava spewed from her cunt into her lover's greedy mouth.
At the same time, she felt the hot juices coming into her own mouth. Carol moaned and sucked, tonguing the cute, tiny cunt again and again, slurping into it deeply and lapping the juices into her mouth like a poodle.
She scrootched upward to get more and more of the juices. She pulled Helen's ass down onto her face, sucking, sucking, sucking . . .
At that moment a huge, familiar cock slipped in alongside her face, pushed her away and headed for the tiny opening of Helen's asshole!
Carol watched, fascinated as Harry aimed his immense cock at the tiny asshole. He motioned for her not to give his presence away. In his fingers he had a gob of Vaseline. He spread it around the tiny opening.
Carol nodded eagerly and winked at him, a big smile on her face. She played with Helen's asshole and rubbed the Vaseline around. Helen was still so absorbed in sucking the remnants of Carol's juices she gave no indication she was aware of the activity at her other end. Or, if aware of it, she was too content with what she was doing to care.
After Carol dipped her fingers as far into Helen's asshole as she could and slopped some of the Vaseline around the area, she gave Harry the go-ahead. Her face wore an impish grin.
Harry eased forward, his immense prick stiff as a ramrod. Holding it in position, he shoved forward. Slowly, but deliberately. Surprisingly, the Vaseline, plus Carol's fingering had opened the hole wide enough for the head to slip in.
Impishly, Carol reached up between Harry's legs, grabbed him by the balls and pulled him forward!
Unable to resist the pain, he lurched forward, impaling the tiny asshole with his immense cock.
Helen let out a scream of pain, lurched forward with Harry's prick still impaled in her asshole and fell forward on the bed screaming in pain.
Carol, now free of her lover's lips, hopped up, bent over and cheered him on. "Sock it to her, Harry. Make 'er feel it." She shoved against his ass while he shoved into Helen's ass.
Helen's violent thrust forward had dislodged the big prick. It was no longer pounding in and out of her tiny asshole. It was rubbing between her legs. The anguish having receded, Helen flopped around on the bed and glared at them. "What re you bastards trying to do to me now?" She gave them both a severe look.
"Just trying to stick this little ole thing in your asshole, doll." Harry waved it under her nose. "Would've gotten it in too, if you hadn't lurched away. I almost had it in."
Helen stared aghast. "You were going to put that in my ass?"
Harry nodded brightly. "Sure was, doll. How 'bout rolling over and we try again? This time, I'll take it easier." He shot a glance of disapproval at Carol, whose impish shove had fouled things up before.
Helen shook her head dubiously. "I can't take that in there!" she decided.
"Why not? Doesn't your husband ream you there once in a while?"
Helen shook her head. "We haven't tried that yet." She wet her lips at the sight of the monster weapon, and spread her legs wide. "I'll take it in my cunt again...?"
"No. Right now I feel like an ass job." He turned to Carol. "How bout it, baby?"
Carol considered the proposal. Reamings up her ass were no novelty. She'd long ago mastered that art. But never before had she taken one this big. Still, she reasoned, there's always a first time.
"I'll do it on one condition," she decided.
"What?"
"That you also stick it in Helen's asshole." There's an old saying. Misery loves company. Only this might not be such misery. Still, she liked company.
She eyed her friend questioningly.
Carol stared at her companion-in-misery. Helen was still rolling around on the bed complaining that her asshole hurt from the partial reaming by Harry.
"Hell no!" Helen decided. "Anything but that!" Again she spread her legs wide inviting Harry to take her in the cunt.
Harry was obstinate. He shook his hand. "My mind's made up. I want a piece of ass. If you dolls won't give it to me, I'll go get my wife. She's always ready to take me on there." He headed for the door.
Carol groaned. If Harry called in his wife, that'd mean Paul and Brad would be free of Rita. Both boys would make a bee-line for her and Helen. That would foul up her plan to teach them a lesson.
"Hold it!" Carol's voice cut short his progress toward the door. She knelt on the edge of the bed, squatting down on her knees and allowing her lovely ass to partially hang out over the bed. Bending forward, she nestled her head in her arms. "You want a piece of ass? It's yours!" She wiggled her fanny enticingly.
Smiling happily, Harry rushed over, knelt behind her behind, and peered intently at the sight of her white ass cheeks and gorgeous thighs. Reaching out, he stroked the smooth skin with his hands and, grabbing one ass cheek with each hand, he spread her ass wide, allowing him a good view of the small, brownish hole. He wet a finger and tentatively dipped it into the small opening. "Lovely! Lovely!"
Harry's arousal was complete. Helen, not wishing to be left out completely, rested her fingers on his immense prick and stroked it up and down. "I'll help you stick it in, Harry," she offered generously. "She helped me before, now it's my turn to help."
"Sure, baby. You do that!" Harry eased forward with his mouth and tongue and slurped around Carol's upturned ass. He darted his tongue in and out. Then he slid a few fingers in and out. He leaned back to survey the results. "There. That oughta do it. Ready, doll?"
Carol forced a grin. "Ready! " Standing up, Harry moved forward. He was on a direct line to the target. Helen aimed the weapon.
"Take it easy," begged Carol, turning around and staring at the rear attack. Her eyes were wide and she gritted her teeth. Harry's cock seemed twice as big as normal at that moment, and Helen's playing with it had enlarged it considerably. Some friend. She'd remember to thank her sometime.
Harry inched forward and pushed gently, but firmly. The head of the immense weapon zeroed in on target. He worked it around. Then he slid forward a trifle more. The shaft began disappearing into the enlarging hole. Ever so gently, Harry worked it in and out. No rush. No violation. No ravishing. He was well aware of his size and the effect it had on small openings. He'd long ago learned to pace himself until his objective was attained.
Carol winced, bit her lips and beat back a scream of pain. Despite Harry's tender care, the very size of 't entering her hole caused excruciating pain. She tried to relax and allow the muscles there to give and bend with the rhythm. She told herself that she'd taken it in the ass many a time. This was just one more ass reaming, not really so different from the others.
Her psychology began having the desired effect. She was adjusting to the bigness. The pain began to diminish. The in and out movement of the weapon successfully opened the wedge. She gritted her teeth when Harry finally slid the entire length in. For a moment she felt faint. Then his in and out movement had the effect of widening the gap and the natural inner moistness did the rest. Soon he was stroking in and out at a regular pace.
The pain left completely and the pleasure began. Carol began wiggling her fanny to accept him more and more. This delighted Harry and he lunged forward, his need for gentleness now gone. "You're getting it now, doll!" he enthused, ramming it all the way in and out.
Carol met his thrusts expertly. Now that it was in, it felt good. She enjoyed taking it this way. Not as much as the regular way, but for kicks ... yes. Her motto had always been-"anything for kicks." While she was getting her kicks from the big guy at her rear, she stared into Helen's eyes. She had scrootched around on the bed and was now face to face with Carol, their lips almost touching.
Talking about kicks, Carol thought. This little, blue-eyed blonde had introduced her to an entirely new area of fun. An area she'd never dreamed of exploring before, but now? She crinkled her nose at her female lover. "Hi, doll!"
Helen kissed her on the lips, a look of concern on her pretty face. "Does it hurt?"
Carol, meeting Harry's strokes eagerly, shook her head. "Not now! Once it's in, you can't beat it. Why not give it a try?"
"Gee, I dunno." Helen was dubious. "What've you got to lose? C'mon, kneel here beside me and I'll tell Harry to do us both." Helen hesitated.
"If you do, I'll have another love session with you."
That did it! Helen's eyes lit up. Eagerly she knelt beside her new found lover, assuming the same position; ass extended, knees bent, head on hands and ready to accept.
Roth girls lay close together. Close enough to kiss each other while getting fucked in the ass.
"Take us both, Harry!" ordered Carol, wiggling forward and letting his instrument plop out of her asshole. "She's ready." Reaching around she stuck her finger in Helen's tiny asshole. "Use some Vaseline on her."
Having established the priority, Carol knelt back down, drew Helen's face close and kissed her on the lips. "I love you, dear," she whispered. She let her fingers slide under Helen's petite titties. They were pressed flat against the bed, the way Helen was laying. She tweaked the nipples and cupped the firm melons.
Helen flushed. "It's been a long time since I had a girl lover. Almost a year. I missed it so much!" She kissed Carol again and again, unmindful of the fact that an immense prick was zeroing in on her asshole. When it entered, an expression of acute pain swept to her face. "Ow!" she cried. "That hurt!"
"Relax, dear." Carol pressed her lips onto Helen's, let her tongue wander in the other girl's mouth and dueled with her tongue. Since the instrument was out of her hole at the moment, she could see Harry in action. She winked at him.
He winked back and rolled his eyes in ecstasy. "I'm in heaven!" he chortled. "Two gorgeous little asses at the same time! I'm gonna make it last and last! " While reaming Helen, he stuck a few fingers into Carol. Then he switched, sticking his cock into Carol and his fingers in Helen. A big smile split his face.
"Have fun!" encouraged Carol. "And take all the time you want. We're enjoying ourselves, too. Aren't we, dear?" She appealed to her bosom-buddy, who at that moment was exploring the delights of Carol's big titties, nibbling at the taut nipples with her teeth and lips.
Helen nodded. Tears of happiness in her eyes, she said, "I love you, Carol. Will you be my lover?"
"Sure, dear." Carol kissed her. "Every chance we get. We both live in the city. Not too far from each other. No reason why we shouldn't get together often...." This started a new chain of thoughts in Carol's mind. Why not?
"I'm glad now I came on this swap party," Helen said, between kisses and nibbles. "I thought I'd be miserable, but you've made me so happy. And Harry...." She rolled her eyes upward. "What a man ...! "
"Speaking of men, I wonder how ours are doing? They seemed kind of disappointed when we left them...."
Carol's analysis of the mood of Paul and Brad was correct. Paul was especially provoked. He'd been looking forward to spending the night with the gorgeous little blonde, Helen. The sample piece he'd had awhile ago had convinced him that he wanted her for the rest of the swap party. Like everyone else, he'd figured the pairings for the night would be him and Helen, Brad and Rita, Harry and Carol.
The abrupt changing of the line-up irked him. He could sense that Brad wasn't too happy, either. He figured that Brad was hot in the pants for Carol. He'd noticed the way the handsome young guy had been eyeing Carol. During the fun and games, Brad had buzzed around Carol constantly, playing games with her, kissing her, hugging her, getting his feels and practically laying her in the process.
Paul could sympathize with Brad because he knew how the guy must be feeling. He felt the same way. Paul's anger at his wife increased. She'd never wanted to get with the swapping bit and had fought him from the very beginning about it. Now this was her way of getting even with him. Or was it? He couldn't really blame her too much for wanting a guy like Harry. The bastard was really hung. Any girl would flip over his big cock, and Carol was a girl. All girl.
This should teach him a lesson in the swap business. Check into the other parties involved first. Make sure in the future not to get hooked up with a big prick like Harry. Brad, yes. The guy wasn't much bigger'n him. But steer clear of big ones like Harry. When the girls got around to swapping, they'd naturally look for bigness. Most times Paul could hold his own with any guy, but against Harry? No chance.
He turned to Rita with a sickly smile. He'd learned a lesson the hard way. Now he'd have to make the best of a busted evening. "What'll we do?"
Rita, swilling down a double shot, eyed him as though he'd flipped his lid. "That's a stupid question. Here I am, naked as a jaybird, ready, willing and able, and you ask, what'll we do? Hah!"
Paul flushed. "I mean. You're one girl. There's two of us.
Rita gathered Paul into her ample bosom and slopped a big kiss on his lips. "Any time I can't take two boys on, I'll hang up my license. She gathered Brad under her wing and kissed him heartily. "How d'ya want me boys? Front? Rear, or in the mouth?" Gathering her two-man squad together she went over to the bed on the stage and flopped onto it, drawing her squad down with her.
Rita held each one by the nape of the neck and shoved them forward. "For starters, you can each suck a tit! " Paul obeyed. He opened his mouth and took the port tit in his mouth.
Brad obeyed. He opened his mouth and took the starboard tit in his mouth.
Rita reached down and took Paul's cock in her right hand. She took Brad's in her left hand. Since they'd both gone down after hearing the disappointing news about the night's accommodations, Rita had the enjoyable task of coaxing them to new stiffness. It was a task in which she was a past-master.
Tonight her task was made somewhat difficult because both men had been keenly disappointed.
After a few minutes of playing with them, stroking them and coaxing them, Rita's results were somewhat disappointing. The two cocks were still only half-hard, lacking in enthusiasm and stiffness. She frowned. "What's with you two? Any other time, the minute I lay a hand on a guy, it snaps to attention. You guys ain't fairies, are you?"
Paul stiffened almost as quickly as Brad.
Rita giggled. "I know what's wrong! " She slapped Paul's prick. "You're disappointed because you ain't about to put this in that little blonde, Brad's wife. Right?"
Paul flushed.
Rita slapped Brad's prick. "And you're disappointed because you ain't about to stick this in Paul's cute little wife. Right?"
It was Brad's turn to flush.
Rita chuckled. "Well, I got news for both of you. My husband's taking good care of both little beauties. Hell be charged up all night. Two young kids like them, all to himself. Man, that big prick of his'll be pounding tonight!" A trace of envy was discernible in Rita's voice. "Sure wish I was up there with em, too."
"Why don't you go join 'em?" Paul suggested, frowning. Her words jarred him. He could visualize Harry's big cock entering his wife's little cunt, tearing it wide open, ruining it forever.
"Yeah, why don't you join 'em?" Brad said, frowning. He, too, could visualize Harry's big cock entering his wife's tiny cunt, tearing it wide open, ruining it forever.
Paul regarded the big, fat tit in front of him with disinterest. His thoughts were troubled. Rita's words had jarred him. He loved his wife. He enjoyed fucking her. He adored her cute little pussy and asshole that were tight and fit around his instrument satisfactorily. After an all night session with big prick Harry, would Carol be the same again?
For the first time in weeks, since getting wound up on the mate-swapping idea, Paul began to have misgivings. He'd figured they'd give it a try. He was still the rebel at heart. So was Carol. Both of them had gone all out on the free love kicks, in college. They hadn't called what they did in college mate-swapping, because they weren't married then. But it had amounted to the same thing.
Many a time, he'd been at an orgy where Carol was in attendance. Many, a time, he'd rolled off one coed and onto another, including Carol, without giving it too much thought at the time. They were doing their thing. Showing up the establishment.
Their getting married had even been a gesture of defiance of the establishment. Carol's father was an important man in the business world. He wanted his daughter to marry into an equally wealthy family, not a nothing like Paul, who's family most often was on welfare, or skirting the edges of poverty.
Paul knew that his latest excursion into swapping was just another effort on his part to rebel. He was living a life of comparative luxury since he'd latched onto a well paying job. In spite of himself, he was succeeding quite well at it. But the old spark of rebellion remained. When Harry approached him with the idea of joining in the wife-swapping, Paul had eagerly jumped at the chance. The spark of rebellion against things normal had been rekindled.
As he nibbled disinterestedly at Rita's big tit, he was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing. Maybe Carol had been right in discouraging the whole idea. He'd put her objections down to the fact that she'd joined the establishment, but now he didn't like the way she cozied up to big Harry.
Perhaps he should call the whole thing off and admit she was right? Gather her from the arms of her lover, get dressed and shove off from this place? Paul weighed this course of action, then rejected it. He couldn't admit he was wrong. Not and live in peace with himself in the future. If he backed out now, he'd never be able to get it started again. He would never be able to look himself in the face without thinking of it.
His entire rebel image would suffer if he backed out now!
Angrily he reached forward, drew Rita's big titties into his mouth and clamped down on the nipple with his teeth.
"Ouch!" She shoved him away. "Let's not cannibalize! I said suck 'em. Not chew 'em."
"Sorry!" Paul drove the angry thoughts from his mind. Maybe he was taking the whole thing too seriously. He'd go along with it, but be more careful in the future. Maybe he'd just stick with Brad and his wife in future sessions. Maybe latch onto another young couple, or two? But he'd be damn sure to measure the pricks of the future swap members. No more Harrys!
He drew Rita's tittie into his mouth and sucked it gently. Reaching down he played with her pussy. Come to think of it, Rita was quite a girl, and she was younger than him. She was only twenty-four, and he was almost twenty-five. Rita was such a buxom girl that she gave the impression of being older. Or could it be the life she led? An exotic dancer gets around.
Paul bent to his task with more enthusiasm. He could feel his arousal. What the hell, he thought, I came here for a good time!
Rita was quick to notice the change in his attitude and his cock. "That's more like it!" she squealed, stroking it harder and harder. Shoving the boys aside, Rita wheeled around on the bed, opened her mouth and let Paul's prick slide into her mouth. She sucked expertly and it grew harder. In between slurps, Rita crowed, "I'll make you guys forget all about your wives. Little ole Rita ll take care of you good." She jerked hard at Brad's cock. "C'mon, lover boy, get this hard, too!"
Brad obliged. He'd probably been thinking some serious things, too. Now he joined in the festivities. His cock stiffened under Rita's urgings.
Rita was overjoyed at the results she was getting. She squealed. "Now you guys arc beginning to act like men. C'mon, I'll show you how little Rita can take two guys on at once." Directing the traffic, she bounced up and said. "You lay down on your back, Brad. I'll lay on top and let your cock slide into my cunt. Then when I'm set you crawl on board, Paul, and stick yours into my asshole. Cot it?"
The boys nodded and assumed their positions.
Rita settled her large cunt over Brad's thrusting prick. She wiggled around a bit, then motioned for Paul to climb aboard. Paul gingerly climbed on top and after a bit of jabbing, finally slid his cock into Rita's well used asshole.
"Now, let's move carefully so's not to get out of position," cautioned Rita, beginning a slow up and down movement. "All together," she said, like a coxswain of a crew. "Stroke. Stroke. That's it, it feels good ... Aaaaah ... Ooooh...."
Paul swung into his task, and Rita's ass, with enthusiasm. The fact that it was not his wife charged him up considerably. Even thinking of her upstairs with Harry's big cock in her tended to add to his joy of the moment.
Even Rita was pleased. "Say, you got a big cock, Paul! It sure feels good in my ass!"
"I'm glad!" He pounded it in deeper and deeper. This was living. This was swinging. He wrapped his hands onto her big titties for leverage and pounded away.
The climax was somewhat disappointing. Paul came first. Then a bit later, Brad unloaded. Rita was just getting warmed up and didn't shoot her wad. When the boys rolled away from her on the bed, spent and sated, she shrugged. "We kinda goofed, but well try again, plus a few other things." She hopped up, a big smile on her handsome face. "You boys rest up. I gotta go potty. I'll be back with a few drinks. Relax."
Paul and Brad stretched out, relaxing.
Brad said, frowning, "Wonder how are wives are doing?"
Paul suggested, "Let's go see...?"
Brad nodded. "Lets!"
While Rita was heading for the potty, Paul and Brad headed up the steps. A deep frown was on both handsome, young faces.
VIII
Carol was still on her knees on the bed. Her cute ass was extended outward. She was still kneeling next to Helen, also with cute ass extended outward. They both looked up when the door to the bedroom opened. Since they were facing the door, they got a good look at the interlopers. At the moment Harry's big cock was deeply imbedded in Carol's asshole.
She paused in the act of wiggling her fanny to accept more of Harry's cock, and frowned. "What 'dya guys want?" Her voice contained a deep measure of displeasure.
Helen echoed her sentiments. Though she didn't have Harry's cock in her at the moment, she had a few of his fingers imbedded in her tiny asshole and knew that at any moment, Harry would shift his prick into her asshole. "Yeah, what d'ya want?" Her voice, too, indicated her disapproval of the interruption.
Harry, in the midst of enjoying what was turning out to be the most enjoyable evening he'd ever had, added his frown to the occasion. "What d'ya want?" His voice was also filled with displeasure. Any master in the art of fucking cute little bottoms hates to be interrupted in the midst of his work. Though Harry didn't exactly regard this chore as work.
Paul fidgeted, as did his companion. He flushed. "We came up to see what you were doing."
Carol nodded and began wiggling her fanny again. "Okay, now you've seen. Get lost."
"Yeah, get lost!" Helen's frown of displeasure turned to a squeal of delight when Harry shifted gears and landed with his shaft in her ass.
Harry inclined his head. Without losing a stroke, he said, "You heard your wives. Get lost, boys." He smiled to alleviate the pain they must be feeling. "That's the way this swap game is played. How come Rita let you guys loose?"
"She had to potty."
Harry giggled and said, "Well, she's probably done now. S'long." He indicated that as far as he was concerned the interview was over. He redoubled his efforts in Helen's cute little bottom, ignoring the wide-eyed look of disapproval flung in his direction by her husband. "This kid's so tight," he explained, "I had to use almost a whole jar of Vaseline on her! But now I got 'er wide open," he added. "She can accept me without it now." He slapped Helen fondly on the ass. "Eh, doll?"
"I sure can!" Helen's voice was thrilled. "In both places!" She eyed her husband archly. "Aren't you proud of your little ole wife, Brad. I'm sure glad you talked me into coming tonight!"
"Me, too," Carol squealed in delight when Harry shifted back into her. She crinkled her nose like a bunny at her husband. "And to think I tried to talk you out of this swapping." She wiggled her ass furiously to meet Harry's thrusts. "I'll never again try to talk you out of it, darling. I'm all for it."
"Me, too." Helen let out a squeal of delight when the shaft was shifted again and she was the recipient.
Harry, who'd been shifting gears often to show the two husbands that he wasn't neglecting either one of their wives, grinned. "These kids are learning fast. Before the night's over, I'll teach 'em everything I know."
Paul came over and squatted down on the opposite side of the bed. He reached out and closed his hand over Helen's, then eyed his wife, with big, moon-like eyes. "How 'bout if we switch around again?" he pleaded. "You take Brad for awhile. I'll take Helen?"
Harry paused in the switching process, and frowned. "How 'bout me?"
"Rita?" suggested Paul.
"Hah!" hooted Harry. "You must be cracking up! This is a swap party. Who ever heard of a guy taking on his own wife at a swap party?" He left the question open for discussion.
No one could come up with an answer.
Since there was no dissenting voices, Harry said, "That's out. We've already chosen partners for the night. These kids chose me. I don't like to seem inhospitable, boys, but you are interrupting my pleasure. We work much better without an audience. So if you'll please shove off. . . " A smile remained on his thick lips, but his frown indicated his displeasure.
Carol repeated her previous invitation. "Get lost!" This time her voice was sharper.
Helen echoed her sentiments, also in a sharp voice, "Yeah, get lost, you two!"
Paul and Brad stood up and walked slowly toward the door. The spirit of rebellion burned brightly in Paul. But he was trapped. The girls were only doing what came naturally. They were swapping partners. That was the reason they were all here. A swap session. They'd swapped and they were satisfied with their swaps. They wanted to get with it.
Paul and Brad watched sadly while Harry continued swapping from one asshole to the other, without losing a stroke. They could see he was enjoying his task, and couldn't find it in their hearts to condemn him for not agreeing to their proposal. In all fairness, Paul conceded to himself, if the positions were reversed, he wouldn't want to turn the two girls over, either. He'd want to latch onto a good thing like that all night, himself, if he had the chance. Opening the door, he stood for a moment, eyes imploring. Finding no responsiveness, he sighed. "We'll be seeing you."
Brad echoed, "Yeah, be seeing you. Let's go find Rita." Their voices were lacking in enthusiasm.
Rita, having finished her business, strode back into the living room, a symphony of lovely motion. Her long, lithe body, round in all the right places, swayed and sung with a precision born of long practice. Her titties bounced outward and her long blonde hair flowed about her shoulders. Her perfect nose was uplifted with pride of being a beautiful woman and knowing it. At the supper-club where she went on display every night, except nights like tonight when she took off, she was a sensation.
The moment she appeared on the stage, opening her mouth to sing and discarding clothes at the same time, her audience was with her one hundred percent. There wasn't a man in the audience who wouldn't give his all to get into her pants, while she still had them on. Guys knocked themselves out for her favors.
At these swap parties, when she'd manage a night off, she was normally the center of attraction, the first one to be bid on when it came time to swap for the night. Normally the husbands drooled over her and were quick to shove their wives onto other men so they could latch onto Rita.
Tonight, however, for the first time in her young life and the first time in hr swapping career, she had the feeling that she wasn't the most popular girl at the party. The two handsome boys who had been assigned to her seemed to lack a certain amount of enthusiasm.
She couldn't quite fathom why. They weren't queers. They were too manly for that. At least, they talked and acted like real men. Yet there was an air of discontent about them. While heading back to the stage, Rita smiled to herself. They were probably embarrassed. Both were new at the swapping game and they didn't feel at ease. That was probably it.
Arriving at center-stage, Rita came to a halt. The boys were gone!
"Paul! Brad!" she called.
No response. She rapped on the bathroom door. Still no answer. She wandered into the pool and patio area. No signs of them. She glanced upstairs. Could they have gone upstairs to join their wives? She shook her head. Even though they were rookies at the swap game, they knew that was frowned on. Once a guy got matched up with a doll for the night, that was it. At least until said swap partners tired of each other and went looking for new fields to conquer. This couldn't have happened yet. The night was too young.
Rita was into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. While it was percolating, she dipped into the refrigerator and brought out some cold cuts, potato salad and pickles.
When the coffee started perking, Rita went over to turn down the heat. As that moment her stray lambs entered the kitchen. "I knew that would do it!" She giggled. "Coffee boys?"
Paul and Brad sniffed the aroma. Their faces took on new meaning and they forced smiles. A good cup of coffee picks up the saddest sacks.
Rita bustled around the kitchen like a good housewife, which she wasn't. "Here, sit down, boys. There's cold cuts and the works. I'll get the butter, mustard and ketchup."
After pouring the coffee and loading the table with more goodies, she joined the hungry men. "After we're done eating and get this mess squared away," she said eagerly, "we'll go up to my bedroom. I'll give you both a good time.
Paul and Brad looked at each and both raised their eyebrows together.
Both shrugged and forced a smile. They'd go, but their hearts weren't in it.
Carol winked at Helen when their husbands left the room, dragging their cocks with them. She knew she was being hard on Paul, but she figured he deserved it. This swapping was his idea. She'd been content to live the life of a happily married housewife, a one man woman. Paul had always satisfied her and she'd never felt an overwhelming desire to cheat on him or go looking for a different man. She no longer had the big spark of rebellion burning inside. Her college days were gone. She was no longer a student rebel, trying to change the whole world.
She had become a member of the establishment, and a contented member, satisfied with making a good salary as a secretary in a downtown office. Satisfied that her husband was also making the grade in business.
The routine, normal, everyday living of establishment type people satisfied her. If there was only some way she could convert Paul and get him off this radical kick. Especially off this wife swapping kick. She smiled to herself, thinking of the way he looked when he left the room. He had had a real thoughtful look, after seeing Harry ramming his big stick in and out of her rear end. She seldom let Paul do this to her, and when he did, she pretended she didn't enjoy it. Tonight, with Paul watching, she'd acted like it was the greatest thing she'd ever done. .
"We kinda gave our boys something to think about," she whispered, her lips almost touching Helen's.
Helen crinkled her nose and giggled. "They sure looked sad when they left." She frowned. "Maybe we shouldn't be so rough on them?"
Carol kissed her. "Don't chicken out now, dear. We're gonna break 'em of this wife swapping bit, or at least slow 'em down. Maybe," Carol added thoughtfully, "Well narrow the whole thing down to just you and me. Paul and Brad for swaps. No others. How's that sound?"
"Wonderful. Ooooh ... Aaaaa!" Helen squealed at the sudden burst of activity in her asshole. "I think my lover boy's about to come." She scrootched backward to accept Harry's offering.
Helen was right. "He's coming!" she shrieked.
Carol, for the moment the forgotten woman, turned around to watch the ass-master in action. She nodded her approval, realizing that Harry really knew his business. Feeling himself about to come, he grabbed the small girl by the hips, lunged forward mightily and drew her cute ass to himself at the same time. His mast was deeply imbedded between her ass cheeks and solidly implanted in her tiny hole. "I'm coming, you little bitch!" he roared, pounding her and thrusting forward harder and harder and deeper and deeper into the cavity.
"Ow! Oooo. Ouch! Aaaah...." Helen alternated between cries of pain and screams of joy as he socked it to her. She glanced at Carol, her eyes wide, half with fright, half with pleasure.
Carol sat in front of Helen's face, spread her legs wide, eased her pussy forward and said, "Here suck on this while he reams you. It'll help you forget the pain."
Helen accepted the invitation. She shoved her face into Carol's nest and lapped greedily, the new pleasure allowing her to forget the pain at the rear.
Harry finally ran out of steam and juice. He plopped his instrument out of the tiny, opening and weaved around a bit. Then, shaking his head groggily, he left the room. "I gotta get me a drink. Then relax. You kids are almost too much. I must be getting old...." Still mumbling to himself he left the room, saying, "See you kids later. Keep the motors warmed up."
When he left the room, Helen reluctantly withdrew her mouth from Carol's cunt. She scrootched up and fell into Carol's loving embrace. "He's quite a man, isn't he?"
"That he is." Carol stroked Helen's long blonde hair and let her fingers play around the full, ripe lips. She ran her fingers over Helen's eyebrows and over her smooth, white cheeks, she touched Helen's cute nose. "And you're quite a girl, dear. You do things to me."
"Like what?" Helen pursed her lips, an impish gleam in her eyes.
"Like I never wanted to do to a girl before," Carol confessed. "Like this, for instance!" She kissed Helen on the lips. "I never wanted to do that to a girl before. I love doing it to you."
"You're queer, that's why." Helen grinned impishly and nestled deeper into Carol's embrace. "You're a Lesbian!"
"I am not!" Carol rejected the idea, flushing guiltily.
"Then why'd you suck my cunt before?" The little minx eyed her bed partner."
"I ... I ... You were doing it to me. I wanted to return the favor."
"Sure, sure. I understand." Helen laughed. "The first girl I sucked said the same thing. I tried to use the same alibi you're using. But truthfully," she confessed, "I liked it from the very first time." Helen let her fingers stray to Carol's hairy mound and tweaked at it. "I love sucking girls off!"
"How long you been doing it? You are only eighteen and a half?"
"I first did it when I was about fifteen." A far-away look came to Helen's eyes as her memory slipped back through time. "There was this girl and I. We went together, spent weekends together. One night while we were taking a bath together, we happened to bump into each other while drying off. First thing you know, we were in each others arms ... kissing!"
Helen lay back on the bed, recalling the event, eyes half closed. "I can tell you we were both scared at our age. Two girls kissing each other. Both of us were very popular with the boys and we often went the route with them. Then, all of a sudden, we found ourselves in each others arms. That night when we went to bed we undressed, and, well, we kissed each other all over. We did it often after that and we enjoyed it more and more. That's how I got started. I've been doing it ever since. Whenever I get the chance."
"Brad know you're queer for girls?"
"Hell no! The shock'd kill him. I'm all girl to him. We met while I was in college. I was a freshman and he was a grad student. We went together about six months. During that time, I didn't have another girl. Now we've been married about six months and I still haven't had another girl ...." "Until tonight! " Carol set the record straight.
"But, of course!" Helen kissed her tenderly. "And I love you for it, darling. Can't we work something out so we can be lovers, and still satisfy our husbands? Maybe not let them find out?"
Carol nodded. "I've been giving it some thought. Like maybe tying it in with this swapping the boys are so charged up about. But--" She broke off and stared at her lovely bed partner.
"What?"
"I'm not convinced I like this Lez bit. I'm thinking maybe the first time was a novelty. Maybe I'm not cut out for that kind of stuff."
"But you are, darling. The way you did me when I did you. Like an expert, and you acted like you enjoyed it. Please say you will."
"Maybe if we have another session while our swap partner is downstairs recuperating? How about taking a bath, like you and your little friend did when you got started?"
"Good thinking!" Helen hopped to her feet, eyes aglow. "I could use a bath, after our session with fatso. C'mon." She led the way into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.
"Wait'll I potty." Helen plopped onto the throne and began tinkling.
Carol sat on the edge of the tub and watched.
Then they reversed positions. While Carol tinkled, Helen let her hand slide in between Carol's thighs and played with her dripping pussy. "I've played all kinds of games with my girl lovers," she explained, rubbing her fingers around Carol's pussy, making it difficult for Carol to complete her tinkling mission.
"Like what you're doing now?" Carol's eyes twinkled. She could feel herself heating up.
"Yep. Sometimes I lay in the bath tub and let a girl squat down over my face and pee on me."
"You don't!" Carol gasped, her face flushed.
"I do. Wanna try it?"
Carol stared sadly. "Too late now."
Helen shrugged. "That's okay. If we get to be real lovers, we'll have lots of time for that, and many other tricks. Right now, let's hop in the tub." Bending over, she shoved the stopper in the drain and started the flow of lukewarm water.
Standing beside the tub, the girls watched the bubbling water. Helen's hands swept to Carol's waist. She drew her close. "Kiss me! " she ordered.
Carol stiffened. The girl was taking a lot for granted. Issuing orders, yet. Then she relaxed. She was a few years older than Helen, but in this new field she was a virgin, so to speak. She'd follow the lead of the experienced member. She puckered her lips and kissed Helen. "Anything you say, dear." With these words Carol relinquished the authority to Helen. She'd be content to be the willing pupil, at least until she learned the ropes.
When the tub was filled sufficiently, the two lovely girls hopped in and sat down facing each other. It was a large-sized tub and they had plenty of room to maneuver.
"Soap me all over!" ordered Helen, thrusting forward and handing a wash rag and bar of soap to her slave.
Carol obeyed. Taking the wash rag, she rubbed it full of suds, reached over and started on Helen's neck and shoulders. Next, she washed the petite titties, cupping them upward with the wash rag and her hands. She took the soapy tits into her mouth and sucked them. She giggled, "I'm glad they bought a mild tasting soap."
Carol continued downward, dipping the wash rag and her fingers between the glorious thighs and paying particular attention to the golden curls at the apex. She ran the wash rag and her fingers in and out the tiny cunt and then onto the still ravished asshole. "Does this still hurt?"
"Some," admitted Helen, scrootching around a bit when Carol's fingers dug in. "That Harry! He could ruin a girl for life. At least ruin her for ordinary guys like our husbands."
Carol grinned. "Did you see the stricken looks on their faces when they watched Harry reaming our assholes? I sure wish I had a picture of that!"
Helen giggled. "I never saw Brad look so shocked!" She took the wash rag and soap and began washing Carol. "Turn around and get up on your knees, darling."
"Yes, dear." Carol, the willing slave, obeyed instantly. She wheeled around, got onto her knees and backed her fanny up to her tub partner. She wiggled it impishly. "Like this?"
"Right!" Using her tongue like a paint brush, Helen swabbed up and down in the entire exposed area. She gave the broad tongued treatment to the thighs, ass cheeks, asshole and cunt looming so invitingly in front of her face. She tweaked at the rich loins of her partner and played with the glorious mound of brown curly hair. She tenderly slapped the smooth, white ass cheeks until they began turning a delightful shade of pink.
In between bites, nibbles and swabbing with her tongue, Helen cupped Carol's gorgeous titties in her hands, fingering and tweaking them.
Carol, heating up and feeling warm all over, stared longingly at Helen's cunt, a few inches below the water line. It wasn't fair, Helen having all the fun. She felt an overwhelming desire to get her mouth on Helen's pussy!
Taking a deep breath, she plunged her head below the surface of the water, spread Helen's legs apart and dipped her mouth over the tiny opening between Helen's thighs. Trying not to swallow too much water, she sucked greedily at Helen's cunt. She finally had to come up for air.
She gasped and felt the water running down her cheeks. Her hairdo was ruined, but she didn't care. She took a deep breath and was about to dive down again, when Helen stayed her.
"I'm convinced, darling. You're queer: a born Lez. Let's get dried off, go back into the bedroom and really make love!" Helen suited words to action by hopping out of the tub, grabbing a towel and starting to towel herself vigorously. When they were both dried off, they returned to the bedroom.
Helen, still acting the part of the head Lesbian, gently arranged Carol on the bed on her back. She spread her legs and knelt beside her. Then she came at her, tongue extended, a dreamy, far-away look in her baby blue eyes. "I'm gonna kiss you all over, darling," she cooed. "Make you so hot...."
Carol nodded and held out her hands. "I'm ready, dear. Anything you say. Anything you want me to do." She melted into a hot, creamy sex pot when Helen's lips closed over hers.
They kissed for a long time, tongues dueling. They savored each other's lips, sucked tongues and sucked lips. They rubbed noses, licking each other's cheeks with hot tongues. Fingers flying over each other's bodies, they kissed and murmured their love for each other.
"I love you, darling." Helen breathed in Carol's ear while she kissed her neck. "Love you so much. More than any other girl I've ever loved. You're so beautiful." Helen tried to speak in a low, mannish voice, playing the part of a man atop a girl. She spread Carol's legs wider and mounted her like a man. She rubbed her tiny cunt against Carol's. "Make like I'm a man getting ready to fuck you, darling," she ordered. "You're a virgin...."
Carol played the part. "Yes ... mister. Ooooh ... Aaaaah! I love the feel of your big thing between my legs, mister!" she squealed, working her ass up and down as though she were really getting screwed.
"Now, you're doing it, darling!" Helen was overjoyed at Carol's quick acceptance of the little game. "Don't fight it, darling. I'm gonna stick it in."
Carol acted scared. "Please take it easy, mister. I've never done this before." She drew Helen to her, kissed her again and again. She wiggled her ass around under her love partner, their sex parts rubbing together. One was blonde and tiny, the other brown haired, also tiny. Vaginal lips rubbed, bumping together as the girls thrashed at each other passionately.
"You're getting me so hot, dear!" Helen's voice was still deep, mannish. "I'm gonna stick it in now!" Helen lunged forward.
"Ooooh. Aaaah ... Ow ... Ooooh. It feels so big in there, mister ...! " Carol cried, in mock anguish. "You're so big, but now it's beginning to feel good. Aaaaa. Oooooh. Do me some more. I'm gonna come!" This time her cries were for real. Carol cut loose with a minor orgasm.
"I'm coming, too!" Helen squealed. She, too, let loose with an orgasm. The wetness dripped from two cunts. Helen placed her lips over Carol's, still pretending to be a man. "I came in your tiny pussy, dear. I shot a big load in there."
"I know." Carol kissed her. "I felt it. I came right with you. I bet I got your big cock all wet." "Let's see?" Still the mannish voice.
The girls swung around in the classic Lesbian position, Carol on top. Instantly they dipped tongues into each other, greedily licking the love liquid.
"You sure did come!" Helen squealed happily, licking Carol's pussy. Her voice had returned to it's normal, girlish tones. She was no longer playing the part of a man. She was back to being Helen, the girl lover.
"You did, too!" Carol sucked contentedly at her lover's sex. She liked it better, being a girl, but knew that before long Helen would be laying under her and she'd be playing the part of a man.
Carol drew the small blonde to her. She dipped her tongue deeply into the tiny, golden cunt and sipped at the love nectar. A feeling of warmth swept through her. She loved this gorgeous little girl as she'd loved no one before. A strange, odd kind of love. Not the love of a man for a woman. An entirely new feeling, a strange sensation. A love she'd be looking forward to for a long time.
It was a strange new world, without men, but a completely satisfying one. She was wedded and mated to this lovely girl. She hoped Harry wouldn't return. She wanted to spend the entire night with her little blonde lover, getting to know her and love her and play games with her.
She voiced her feelings. "I hope Harry doesn't come back tonight!"
Helen disengaged her mouth from Carol's sex long enough to affirm the same desire. "Me, too." She bent back eagerly to the task of pleasing her lover.
Carol stared down at the gorgeous pink thighs, the widespread legs, and the golden curls. She stared at the pinkish cunt she'd been sucking and flushed. In her wildest dreams she'd never imagined she would come to the point where" she'd rather be making love to a girl, than having a big, stiff cock rammed into her. But that was her feeling at the moment. Even the thought of Harry coming back with his overgrown dick failed to excite her.
She wanted only to get at this gorgeous pussy. Bending to the task, she breathed a prayer, Harry, don't come back. Let me enjoy this for the rest of the night.
Harry wobbled from the room after unloading in the little blonde's upturned fanny. He was beat. The two kids had excited him so much and he'd unloaded so much, it would take him quite some time to recuperate. A thought strayed through his mind after he'd gone to the potty and had washed up. Could he be getting old? He was only pushing thirty-two.
He poured himself a few drinks, sat at the bar and drank them. The house was very quiet. He assumed that his wife and Paul and Brad in her bedroom. He knew she would be running them through their paces.
He grinned. Knowing Rita, he knew this procedure would take all night. She was a love machine, insatiable. And with two guys to work on, she'd be good for the night.
His thoughts went back to the two gorgeous hunks of femininity in his bedroom. Never before in his life had he ever had two such lovelies at the same time. A guy could spend all night exploring their loveliness and sampling the tight goodies between their legs and ass cheeks.
But a guy also should pace himself, he decided. Maybe he should take a nap and rest up a bit? Then he'd be ready for an all night session.
Harry went over to the bed on the stage, lay down and pulled a cover over him.
Within a few minutes he was snoring, deep in a sleep that would last until morning.
IX
Paul didn't bring up the subject of swapping for the next couple of weeks and it pleased Carol. She hoped he had it out of his system. The last session at the Dodson's hadn't worked out too well for him and he was still sort of ticked off about it. Carol didn't help him any. She walked around their apartment with a smug, contented look on her face, as if daring him to mention wife swapping again.
Finally, he did. After she cleared away the supper dishes and they were settled in the living room for an evening of watching television, he said, "I ran across Brad today."
"So?"
"We got to talking about how the four of us should maybe get together some night." He tried to keep his voice casual.
"What for?"
Paul flushed. "He kinda likes you, dear. Feels like maybe he got cheated when we were at Dodson's a couple weeks ago."
"Oh? Do you feel the same way? You did get his wife, remember?" Her voice contained a measure of iciness.
"Yeah, for a one-shot deal. I wanted to spend the whole night with her. And Brad wanted to spend the whole night with you," he blurted.
"So now you want to arrange a night and do just that?"
"I was thinking we could have 'em over Saturday night. We've got two bedrooms."
"You and Helen in one. Me and Brad in the other?"
Carol stood before him, hands on hips, frowning.
Paul nodded, a vapid look on his face.
Carol crinkled her brows, a thoughtful look on her face. She glared down. "You still aren't over the wife swapping kick? You still want to play the game? I thought by now, you'd had enough of that foolishness."
Paul flushed. "T'ain't foolishness. It's being modern. Just because the squares are against it, doesn't mean it isn't good for us young marrieds. It'll add zest to our marriage. You were all for that kinda stuff a few years ago, in college. Hell, you'd slunk up with anyone then. You called it free love. Doing your thing. Expressing yourself. So why not now?"
Carol sighed. "Maybe because I've grown up. And it's about time you grew up and faced facts. We're married to each other. That makes a difference. Free love is for kids, bachelors and single girls. This wife swapping can only lead to trouble. I say we should forget about it."
The rebellion grew in Paul's dark, somber eyes. A radical cat from way back, he resented being told he couldn't do something he had his heart set on. "I already told Brad we'd get together. I invited 'em up. They'll be here Saturday night."
Carol flushed. "Oh, you did! Without consulting me!" She paced the floor. Then turned to him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Okay, you invited Brad and Helen. I'll invite someone, too."
"Who?"
"The Dodson's! One couple can use the hide-a-bed sofa. You can have the little blonde because that's what this is all about. You take Helen. I'll take Harry and Brad can have Rita. How's that sound?"
Paul shook his head. "Un-unh. The Dodson's are out. Brad said he'd never go to another swap party if Harry's there, too. It'll be just the four of us."
"But I like big Harry!" Carol protested, an impish gleam in her eyes.
"His big cock you like!" Paul glared at her. I'm not gonna have him ruining you with that big wang of his."
Carol feigned annoyance. "It's all right for you to ruin poor little Helen with that big thing of yours!"
"Thai's different. I'm normal size. I won't ruin Helen, but that Harry...." He shuddered.
Carol stopped pacing. She flopped onto the sofa, stroking her chin with her fingers. She wasn't really against Paul's idea. She'd been hoping he'd suggest such a thing. If he hadn't she was planning on bringing the subject up herself, in a round-a-bout way. She did want to renew her friendship with Helen. She still thrilled at the memory of the night at Dodson's. Harry had fallen fast asleep and hadn't bothered them the rest of the night. She and Helen had made love to each other over and over.
Now she yearned for another session with the cute, blonde teenager. She longed for the feel of her tiny cunt in her mouth and to kiss the pointy, solid titties. Oh, Lordy, she'd better stop drooling before Paul got wise.
Maintaining an air of severity, she finally gave in. "Since I can't talk you out of it, I guess I'll say yes...." She gave in very reluctantly but her thoughts raced. She'd have a few days to think up something. A way that she and Helen could share each other's love and still keep the boys happy. A difficult task, but she'd call Helen tomorrow. Between them, maybe they could work something out.
Paul was overjoyed when she gave her consent. Leaping to his feet, he dragged her to him and showered her with kisses. "Darling, you won't regret it. You'll have a ball. Brad's really got hot pants for you!"
"Like you got hot pants for his wife?" She tried to push his hands away from her blouse. He was undressing her but she wasn't in the mood. She hadn't been since her session with Helen. He'd left her alone since then, still sulking in his misery.
Paul zippered her blouse off, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. He removed her skirt and then undressed himself. Standing before her nude, and completely aroused, he suddenly sunk to his knees before her. He toyed with her pink panties. He tweaked at the ridge of brown hair visible through the thin material. He spread her legs wide and let his fingers roam around on the underside of her crotch, rubbing her lightly through the material.
Bending forward, he ran his tongue in and around the panties covering her sex. He stroked her sides and bottom.
Carol stared down at the bobbing head of her husband. Was he cracking up? Sucking her off while she still had her panties on? Normally, he'd have them off and be dipping his tongue into her honey pot. Now he was lapping her panties, making them sopping wet with his tongue.
In spite of her feeling; toward him and her desire not to make love now, she found herself heating up. As usual when a man played with her, she lost control of her will power and melted into a jellyfish, with no backbone to resist. His licking her through her panties excited her and gave her a new thrill.
She let him ease her over to the couch, lay her on it and continue sucking her panties. She beat down an urge to reach over and grab hold of his cock as it dangled in front of her face while he busied himself with her pussy. Finally he pulled the panties off and slid his tongue onto her bare flesh.
Carol moaned and throbbed with delight. She made one last attempt to stem the tide. "Why don't you save this thing for Helen?" She placed hand on prick. "Don't waste it on me."
Paul considered her statement, pausing for a moment in his nibbling. He stared down at it. "Might be a good idea at that. I wanta be well charged up for that lovely doll. But, shit, that's not for a few more days." He rolled Carol onto her back, spread her legs and said, "Brace yourself...."
"Just call me Helen! Get in practice." A note of disapproval crept into her voice.
"Okay, Helen! I'm about ready to sock it to you." He rammed it in.
Carol went through the motions with him, but didn't really enjoy it. She knew that every time he dipped in and out of her pussy, his thoughts were on the little blonde he'd be screwing Saturday. This troubled her, because her thoughts were also on the little blonde. And the thoughts she was having didn't include a picture of her husband on top of Brad's wife.
The picture that Carol visualized consisted of her on top of Brad's wife, her tongue sticking way out, fingers teasing ...
When Paul finished his session on the couch and went singing off to the bathroom, Carol picked up the phone and dialed Helen's number.
She had a plan for Saturday night. A plan of her own.
Carol and Paul greeted Helen and Brad warmly. Having given her okay to the swap party, Carol figured she'd make the most of it. There was no changing Paul's mind once he'd made it up, he was just too much of a rebel. Too much of a knothead, Carol thought ruefully.
She noticed the way her husband ogled the pretty blonde when she stepped into the apartment. Paul's gaze practically ate Helen. Not that Carol could blame Paul for gawking at her. Helen was a dream boat with her long blonde hair, eye make-up, pink glow on her cheeks and carefully applied lipstick, giving her a pouty, small girl look.
Helen's petite but lovely breasts bounced around under the peek-a-boo blouse she wore. Her mini-skirt showed a goodly portion of nicely turned, pinkish thighs. Carol could hardly blame her husband for eyeing the beautiful girl, because she, too, was eyeing her.
After a few rounds of drinks in the living room, a considerable amount of small talk, and a few feels here and there while dancing with each other's wives, Paul got down to the nitty-gritty. Carol could see that he was hot to trot with Helen, straining at the leash.
Paul seized the first opportunity. Carol and Brad had gotten into a discussion about bowling. They discovered they were both bowling enthusiasts and that both had bowled in leagues. While they were comparing notes and bragging about scores and series totals, Paul said, "Why don't you take Brad into the bedroom and show him some of your bowling trophies?" He smiled suggestively and inclined his head toward the bedroom area.
"My bowling trophies?" Carol frowned. "He wouldn't want to see...."
"Sure he would. Wouldn't you, Brad?" Paul cut in eagerly.
"I sure would. I got a few myself, but I'd like to take a look at yours, Carol."
"Well...." Carol flushed. She was proud of having won a few trophies during her bowling career. A high single game trophy, a high set, a member of the winning team in the ladies classic league: she had several.
Brad took her by the arm. His dark eyes filled with lust and longing, he said, "I really would like to see them."
"I've got them stashed away in the bedroom. I guess I could dig them out." Carol flushed slightly under his lustful glance. She felt herself heating up. Brad was a handsome hunk of man.
"Take your time," Paul said graciously, cozying up to Helen and slipping an arm about her. "Take your time Arriving in the bedroom, Carol paused and crinkled her brows. "Let me see ... where'd I put them the last time I cleaned up this room?" She headed toward the closet. In a cardboard box on the shelf, of course.
Brad interrupted her and slid an arm about her waist. "Let's find them later," he grinned impishly. "Much later."
"But I thought...."
"Personally I'd rather look at you!" Brad slipped his other arm about her and drew her close. "You're a prize in my book." He kissed her.
Carol retaliated. She kissed him back. That's what it was all about, she thought. Her husband had sent her in here with Brad so he could be alone with Helen. Brad whispered hoarsely. "I've had hot pants for you ever since that night at Dodson's!" He wasted no time. He dipped his fingers down past Carol's throat and settled his hands between her breasts.
"You have?" Carol eyed him impishly, feigning a look of surprise in her eyes. "But I thought you and Rita had a thing going for each other that night."
"That big slob! Ugh!" Brad shuddered at the memory. "I just happened to get stuck with her, the way things worked out. But all the time I wanted you. Man, I had a hard-on for you, baby." He unzipped her blouse, drew it from her shoulders and tossed it aside. Next, he unhooked her bra and it, too, was tossed to the winds. Brad gaped at the pair of knockers and wet his lips.
Carol began losing her normal control when Brad reached over and began playing with her titties. She heated up considerably and felt herself melting into a warm, tingly sex pot. "You really had a hard-on for me?"
"Like this!" Brad dropped his pants, whipped off his under drawers and exposed himself. He fondled his cock and shoved it toward her. His arousal was almost complete. "Man, I was aching to shove this in you, baby." He finished undressing himself and Carol.
"I didn't know that!" Carol protested, eyes alight with innocence. "I thought you and Rita were hitting it off so well you didn't have eyes for little ole me!"
"Well, now you know." Brad grinned and swept her into his arms. "Not only do I have eyes for you, baby, but I got a stiff cock to go with them!" He eased her over and gently lowered her onto the bed.
"You sure don't waste time!" Carol eyed his instrument with approval. It was slightly larger than her husband's, and maybe just a wee bit fatter.
"All I've been thinking of the past few weeks, baby, is that I gotta stick this between your legs, right now. Next time, we'll work up to it more gradually." He knelt between her legs, spread them wide and aimed his weapon in her gorgeous honey pot.
Carol frowned. "Suppose Paul or Helen walks in on us?"
"They won't. They're probably doing the same thing right now on the living room couch."
Carol increased her frown. "This was all arranged between you and Paul? A ... a wife swapping party...?" She kept a severe note of disapproval in her voice.
"Didn't he mention it was going to be a swap session?"
Carol shook her head. "He hinted at it, but I thought'd be just an evening together. Maybe play cards and talk. Dance...."
"You sound just like my wife. What d'ya two have against swapping? I like to do it and Paul likes it." He eased the head of his cock into her small cunt.
"That's all you men think of!" Carol ended the discussion on swapping. She could only concentrate on one thing at a time. Right now her attention was on the big prick digging into her. "Oooo ... Aaaaa. It feels so good, Brad. You're even bigger'n my husband...."
"And you're almost as tight as my wife."
"Almost, but not quite!" Carol spoke with the voice of authority on the subject. She was an expert on Helen's honey pot. Brad entered her quickly and firmly. He moved high on her stomach, slipped his hands under her buttocks and pushed her up to meet his thrusts. "You'll throw stones at your husband after I'm through fucking you, baby!" he chortled.
"Most times I feel like doing that, anyway!" Carol replied honestly, surging upward to meet his hard lunges. She thought, This guy wasn't just bragging! He could really fuck! "Sock it to me, Brad. Screw me! Aaaah ... Oooooh...! " She smeared her lips on his, lapped his face with her tongue. "Oooo, it's so wonderful...." She bounced her titties up against his hairy chest.
"What boobs!" he cooed, edging down and kissing them. He eased onto his side, assuming a new position, cock still deeply imbedded in her. He slid her one leg up over his and came up under her hard.
"Ooooh...." Carol moaned as she adjusted to the new position. Her lush tits, lying one atop the other, bounced delightfully against his chest as he played with them. He rolled her onto her other side without missing a stroke, and continued to play with her titties.
He then rolled her on top and continued to stick it deeply in her. Her lovely globes bounced up and down on his chest while she assumed the masculine position. He rammed his rod upward between her outstretched legs.
"Where'd you learn all these tricks!" Carol gasped, trying to keep up with him. He was taking her in all sorts of positions, without taking his cock out or missing more than a few strokes.
"I read the right books. Before the night's over, baby, I'll do things to you, you never dreamed possible." He rolled over and landed on top.
"Gee, I hope so!" Carol enthused. There were times when she thought there was some merit to the wife swapping sessions. Like right now. Brad was sure adding zest to her marriage to Paul. She scrootched around excitedly under him. "Do me this way! Make me come! I'm so hot, Brad! Ooooh ... Aaaah...." She thrashed wildly under him, bouncing out of control, approaching a climax.
Ripples of orgasmic delight swept through her. Her tight little cunt grabbed his big prick eagerly and swept him along to a climax, too. Their hot juices intermingled while they thrashed about on the bed, lunging, bumping together, grabbing tightly, not wanting to break the magical moment. "I'm coming! " she wailed, happily. "I'm coming!"
"Right with me!" He gave a few more deep shoves into her and climaxed over and over. He finally sank back, a thoroughly fucked-out young man.
Laying beside her on the bed, he flicked a finger onto a firm tittie and murmured. "It was worth waiting a couple weeks for."
Carol got up on an elbow, teased her fingers through his shock of dark, wavy hair and asked, "Am I as good as Rita?"
Brad crinkled his nose. "That fat bitch! You're ten times as good." He placed his hand onto a tittie and began stroking it. His limber dick began stirring.
"Am I as good as your wife?"
Brad flushed. "That's a loaded question. I refuse to answer on the grounds she might sock me on the kisser if I say yes." Laughing, he drew Carol to him. His arousal was becoming more noticeable. He kissed her and his arousal became almost complete. He crinkled his nose at it. "Now, see what you've done," he scolded in mock severity. "AH this talk and fooling around. Now it's perked up again."
Carol let her fingers wander down and close over the emerging maleness. She grinned. "What're we going to do about it?"
"Maybe if you go down and talk to 'im, he'll pop up even more." Brad suggested, a lustful look in his eyes.
Carol debated the suggestion. Then she scrootched around on the wide bed. In the process, she managed to get her cute ass up in the air, her legs spread wide, one on either side of his face, her pussy in a position to get bumped by his mouth if he felt in the mood. She stared down at the half-stiff cock. "Come on, little dicky," she cooed. "Get hard for Carol." She placed her hand around it, squeezed it and licked the few drops still remaining on the head with her lips.
"Suck it," begged Brad. "It'll get real hard!"
"Say please."
"Please suck my cock!" He pushed her head down. Carol stiffened. "I will on one condition." "What?"
"You suck my cunt!"
She hardly had the words out of her mouth when he had his mouth on her moist pussy, sucking greedily. His big tongue dipped in and out of her glorious honey pot. He wrapped his hands around her ass cheeks and stroked them, drawing them closer to his face. He slapped her ass gently until it began turning pinkish.
Then he let his tongue slip upwards to her asshole and stuck it in. He alternated with his tongue, mouth and fingers on her cunt. He used his tongue with man-like thrusts.
Carol wiggled contentedly and moved her ass around on his face. Then she moved forward and drew his solid cock into her mouth. She sucked energetically as his cock swelled. The feel of his large cock in her mouth excited her. She could feel herself beginning to spasm and knew she'd be climaxing. Should she continue this way and come in his mouth and let him come in hers?
Always before when about ready to come, she'd switch around and take it in her cunt. Now she felt a desire to try it this way and compare the reaction with a man and the way it was with Helen, a couple weeks ago. She didn't scrootch around. She unloaded in her lover's mouth.
She passed the point of no return. Squealing, squiggling and moaning, she spasmed a gigantic orgasm. At the same time, he unloaded. A steady stream of hot lava shot down her throat. She gagged a moment, then adjusted to the hot hose spitting juices at her. She sucked and sucked and sucked. His cock throbbed, shuddered and bounced around in her mouth. She tightened her lips onto it and drew on it. letting her tongue roam around the head of it, licking off the last, agonizing drop.
Only then did she stop and let the limber member slide from her mouth. She stared at it with interest as it slid away from her and flopped onto the pillow. It sunk dejectedly into the area of the testicles, as though ashamed of itself and going into hiding.
A feeling of deep satisfaction swept through her, but with it came a stray thought. She loved sucking cocks. She loved getting fucked. But when it came to a preference of oral passion, her inner choice would be the sucking of a nice, tender, blonde pussy like the one between Helen's legs.
This stirred up more thoughts. She hopped from the bed. "We should be getting back to Paul and Helen. "She reached for her clothes and slipped into them.
"Naw, they won't miss us. Let's stay here all night." He lay back on the bed, completely spent, his once-solid mast pole a shadow of its former glory. "Well get this up after I rest and have another go at it."
Carol shook her head. "No. We'll get to that later. I still think we should go back to Paul and Helen. If you won't come with me, I'll go myself!"
"Hold it!" Brad wobbled to his feet. He grinned. "You sure know how to hurt a guy! A few more rounds with you and I'll be ready for Freddie!" He kissed her. "But I love it. I can hardly wait for the next round."
"First, we'll see how many rounds the happy couple in the other room have gone." Carol led the way out of the bedroom and coughed loudly to allow them time to get uncoupled, if they so desired.
Her eyes lit up in surprise when she and Brad re-entered the brightly lit living room.
Paul and Helen were not scurrying around to uncouple.
They were about as far apart as two humans could be in the same room. They were still fully dressed.
Paul, sitting on the couch and sipping at a whiskey, was glaring at Helen!
Helen, sitting on a chair at the far corner of the room and sipping her drink, was glaring at Paul, returning his hostile stare.
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Carol stepped into the room, her face a big question mark. "What's with you two?"
"Ask her!" grumped Paul, continuing to glare at Carol.
"Ask him!" grumped Helen, continuing to glare at Paul.
"I'm asking both of you. What gives? Why the long faces?"
Helen glared at her husband. "It's your fault! You didn't tell me this was supposed to be a swap party!" She hopped up, stood before her errant husband and stabbed him with a glare guaranteed to melt steel.
"I ... I ...." Brad flushed. "I kinda hinted at it."
"You said we'd pay a social call. Spend a quiet evening. Maybe dance a little. Play cards...."
Paul turned his anger toward Brad. "Why didn't you tell her it was gonna be a swap deal?"
Brad flushed more deeply. "She's not too keen on that kinda stuff. If I'd come right out and mentioned it, she'd have refused to come. I figured we'd get here and then do what comes naturally, like me and Carol just did...."
"Oh? That's why you've been so long in the bedroom? You and her...?" Helen flared.
Brad whined, "We figured you'd be doing the same thing."
"Well, you figured wrong." Helen continued with her look of disapproval. I told you after that session at Dodson's, I wanted no more of the swap business. And even if I'd agreed to come along tonight to swap, it wouldn't've done Paul any good." "Why?"
"Because it's that time of the month for me. My period. That's what Paul's horsed off about."
"Yeah," growled Paul. "Bringing your wife here when she has the rag on. Some pal you are."
"Hell, I didn't know! I don't keep track of that!" The anguished look on his face turned to humor. He grinned. "That must've been a shock to you, Paul."
"T'ain't funny!" Paul growled. "You can laugh, you got Carol. Me, I got a wet blanket!"
Brad deliberated. His glance swept to Carol. He'd planned on spending the night with her and didn't want anything to interfere with those plans.
"Tell you what, Paul." He stroked his chin and wrapped his arm about Carol. "You can still make it a night with Helen."
Paul's eyes lit up. "I can. How?"
"She's pretty good at jerking a guy off and she does it good with her mouth...."
"Baloney!" Paul huffed. "I can jerk myself off. And when I wanna get sucked, I'll go to that fairy bar down town. I think we oughta call the whole thing off and get together next week."
Carol shook her head. "That wouldn't be fair to Brad and me. I didn't want to swap in the first place. You bugged me until I agreed. Now, just because you can't get your dick wet, you figure everyone should call it a night. I agree with Brad. You take Helen the way she is tonight..."
Paul shuddered. "I stay away from dames when they're like that! Monthlies, hah! No thanks." He downed his drink. "You bastards go ahead and enjoy yourself. I'm gonna turn in. See you in the morning." Banging his empty glass down on the built-in bar, he stomped from the room, clomped into his bedroom and slammed the door after him.
"Well!" Carol stared at the closed bedroom door. "I guess he told us off."
Brad shrugged. "So he's mad. Hell get over it. We can still have fun." He held Carol tighter.
"We?" Carol nodded toward Helen, who stood tearfully at the far end of the room, feeling like an outcast.
Again Brad shrugged. Looking disdainfully at the outcast, he said, "She can shove off. Take a cab and go home. Or lay here on the couch and go to sleep while you and I go back into the bedroom...." He eased her in that direction.
Carol held back, shaking her head. She disengaged Brad's fingers, went over to Helen and comforted her. "We can't treat her like this, just because it's that time of the month for her. There, there," she soothed.
Brad eyed her, bewildered. "But you told Paul...."
Carol smiled, a peacemaker. "Tell you what, Brad. You wait out here. Relax on the couch. Mix yourself a few drinks. I'll go with Helen to the spare bedroom. I'll stay with her 'till she falls asleep. Then I'll come back and you and me can get with it."
"Good thinking." Brad stepped over, kissed Helen on the cheek and said, "That sound okay to you, hon?"
Helen dabbed at her tear-filled eyes and nodded. "I'm sorry I'm such a bother to everyone tonight. I'll go with Carol. You can have her later."
"Swell!" With a careful pat on her fanny, Brad sent his wife on her way. At the same time, he gave Carol a more resounding pinch on the ass.
Arriving in the spare bedroom, Carol could hardly restrain herself. She shut the door and then gave way to uncontrollable mirth. She flung herself on the bed and chortled so loudly she had to stuff a pillow over her face to keep the sounds down. Helen joined her on the bed. She, too, was giggling and laughing so loud she had to place a pillow over her face to cut down the volume of noise.
Both girls rolled around on the bed, unable to stop their laughter. They coughed, choked, gasped and chortled. Every time they looked at each other, the laughter started again. Tears rolled down their cheeks, they were laughing so much.
Finally they calmed down somewhat and the laughter stopped. Carol's face was still scrootched up in merriment when she gasped, "The look on Paul's face when we entered the living room!" This set her off again in a wild spasm of mirth.
"And the way Brad tried to squirm out of it, wanting Paul to take me as is ...." This set Helen off on another laugh binge.
Finally both girls sat up in bed, unable to laugh any more. Their sides ached and their faces were tear stained from so much chortling.
Helen said, "That was a brilliant suggestion, darling. Telling me to fake my period."
Carol swept the golden-haired darling to her breast. "That'll give us a whole night to ourselves. To make love."
Helen kissed her lover. "D'ya think Brad'll come in here?"
Carol shook her head. "He's bushed. He came twice already while you were breaking the bad news to Paul. Unless I miss my guess, Brad'll crawl up on the couch and fall asleep for the rest of the night."
Helen hopped to her feet. "Then what are we waiting for?" She began throwing off her clothes, including the false pad she'd put over her honey pot to indicate closed season to men. She laughed when she tossed it aside. "When Paul touched that, he almost hit the ceiling. He jumped away as though I'd stuck him with a pin." She chuckled. "He sure got ticked off."
"I could see that." Carol joined her lover in the clothes dropping bit and the two girls, now completely naked, rushed into each others arms and kissed.
"Let's go into the bathroom." Helen suggested.
Carol nodded. She was heating up already. She sure enjoyed being with this teenage girl and her new bag of tricks.
In the bathroom, Carol paused. "I gotta potty."
Helen flushed. "Do it on me in the tub. Like I told you my girl friend and I did it. Please...?" Her baby blue eyes coaxed.
"I dunno. That seems kinda way out."
"It'll be for kicks. You once said you'd do anything for kicks!" Helen's lips formed a pouty bow.
"Well ...." Carol nodded. "Okay. Just this once ... What do I do?" She was eager now to get with it.
Helen looked around, saw a bath cap and shoved it over her hair. Then she stepped into the tub and lay on her back, after turning the water on slowly.
Carol got into the tub at Helen's direction and squatted down on her haunches alongside her face, until her pussy was within inches of Helen's face.
Helen adjusted Carol until she was staring directly up at her cunt. "Now," ordered Helen, "piss on me!" She closed her mouth.
Carol struggled and squirmed to do what she'd been ordered. Her face was flushed and she had to go, but in this position it was awkward, especially since her cunt was poised directly over the pretty face. "I have to go, but I can't....
Helen opened her mouth to tell her to relax. At that moment Carol gushed forth. Helen quickly closed her mouth and stared fascinated up at her friend's pussy as it sent forth a warm stream of liquid. A far-away look appeared in Helen's eyes, a look of lust and sexual pleasure of a strange sort.
Carol tried to stop the flow, but it continued. It slopped onto Helen's upturned face, down her mouth, to her chin, then onto her throat and titties until at last it splashed into the water in the tub.
When Carol stopped peeing, Helen drew Carol's wet pussy to her mouth and licked it.
Carol hopped out of the tub, stood beside it and stared in awe at her friend. Helen winked at her, then she, too, climbed from the tub and joined her at the side. She drew Carol to her and kissed her on the lips.
Carol could feel the tangy, salty taste and crinkled her noise in disgust.
Helen kissed her again and said, "Your turn? I gotta pee, too."
Carol grimaced, then the odd feeling returned. This was really kicks. She slipped the bath cap from Helen's hair, slid it over her own hair and stepped gingerly into the tub, sat down, and lay on her back. A surge of excitement swept through her. This was weird. The stupidest thing she'd ever done in her life. Her heart pounded.
She stared up at her lover's twitching little pussy right above her face. She kept her mouth closed and watched in awe when a stream came forth and splashed onto her face. Hot, tangy liquid. She felt it roll down her cheeks, down her neck, down onto her titties, then into the water in the tub. She flushed with shame.
Then, when the honey pot was empty, Carol reached up with her lips and kissed it! Helen, squealed in delight, joined her in the tub, pulled the plug out, rinsed out the tub, then started the water running again. "We both need a bath now." Leaning forward, she gathered Carol to her breasts and sighed. "Carol! Carol! I love you so much." She kissed her on the still moist lips. "I need the love of another girl."
Carol flushed. "Until I met you, darling, I never thought I'd feel this way about another girl. I never thought I'd enjoy kissing a girl. Sucking a girl. Making love with a girl..."
"It's fun, isn't it?" Helen soaped Carol all over and played with her tits.
Carol nodded. "Where'd you learn about these ... odd things like we just did?"
"I read a lot. I've been making love with other girls for a few years. Don't forget I started when I was fifteen. A girl can learn a lot in a few years."
"Teach me all you know?"
"I will. I will. You're an apt pupil. So pliable. I'll enjoy working with you." Helen hopped from the tub. "Come, well go into the bed and really make love while the boys are asleep."
Standing beside the bed, Helen gathered Carol into her arms and kissed her. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and had Carol turn around in front of her. Helen's fingers flicked out and she touched Carol all over, squeezing gently, slapping lightly, caressing, pinching.
Carol moaned happily at the loving touches. Small, warm, feminine hands roamed all over her body and rubbed her thighs and her beautiful, rounded ass cheeks. Fingers tickled her asshole. Butterfly kisses from full, red, pouty lips sucked at her large titties. A small mouth drew her nipples in and nibbled at them. Fingers tweaked cupped breasts, squeezing them. They were lovely, tender girl's hands, not gruff, hard masculine ones.
"Hold your legs apart, dear," Helen ordered. She lifted one of Carol's legs, placed it onto her knee and stared up at Carol's cunt.
Helen studied her critically. "Lovely! No wonder that husband of mine flips over you. Did he suck it yet?"
Carol flushed. "Before, while you were with Paul."
Helen chuckled. "He's a pussy-bumper all right. He did that to me long before he did the other. Of course, I kind of encouraged him to and kinda threw cold water on letting him do the other until after we got married. But he sure knows how to do a girl there!"
"I know." Carol, the voice of experience, nodded. "But it still feels better when you do me."
"Like this?" Helen dipped her tongue into the exposed cunt and licked it a few times. She paused and stared at Carol.
Carol shoved her lover's head down. "Do me some more. It feels so good. Ooooh, Aaaaa. Use your fingers, too."
Helen eased Carol onto the bed and hopped on board. Her butterfly kisses moved nippingly over the curly brown hair, the white, smooth thighs, and finally into the honey pot. The butterfly became a sucking bee. Fingers and lips worked together, sucking and caressing in unison.
Carol lay on her back, lifting her hips up to accept the lovemaking, knowing she'd soon be satisfied. She closed her eyes, relaxed and moaned happily in the rhythm that was rocking her body.
Reaching down, she eased Helen around and placed her on top, in the classic Lesbian pose.
Carol stared up at the beautiful golden-haired pussy. She took Helen's cute, rounded buttocks in her hands and stroked them. She ran her fingers along Helen's thighs, so smooth, so curvy, so lovely, so pink. She played with Helen's little asshole, digging in with fingers and tongue. She let her hands roam upward until they settled on the small, but perfectly firm, round titties.
She cupped die little delights in her hands and massaged them. They were nice to hold. She ran her fingers up and down Helen's back, sides and ass checks, drawing her ever closer to her mouth. She savored for a long time the smooth, white, adorable body, letting hands, fingers, tongue and mouth work their magic on the gorgeous girl. Her tongue darted out, sucked, flicked and moistened the sex parts. She could feel Helen shaking with delight as she murmured happily.
Helen continued to do Carol. The teenage doll's tongue, mouth and fingers zipped around and about on Carol, sending spasm after spasm of delight through her. She had a few minor orgasms while the blonde beauty sucked, fingered and tongued her sex. It was glorious. The two breathtakingly beautiful girls thoroughly enjoyed the task of making each other hot and happy. The youngest girl was already an expert Lesbian, an expert in seeking out, probing, sucking and fingering the sex parts of another girl. Bringing the lovely girl to the point of no-return time and again, she teased and caressed, bringing both of them to new heights of pleasure.
The older girl, a beautiful brown-haired novice in the art of Lesbianism, gained experience with every passing minute. Following every lead of her teacher, she was a willing pupil and she learned fast. Everything Helen did to her, she did to Helen in perfect teamwork. Helen stuck a finger in Carol's asshole and jabbed it in and out. Carol stuck a finger in Helen's and jabbed it in and out. Helen licked Carol's pussy and Carol licked Helen's pussy.
Helen slapped Carol lightly on the asscheeks and Carol slapped Helen lightly in return. Helen stuck her tongue in Carol's ass and Carol stuck her tongue in Helen's ass. "How'm I doing, teacher?" Carol chirped.
Helen squiggled happily. "Groovy, darling, groovy. You're the best lover I ever had." In a spasm of happiness, she rolled over on the bed, landing atop Carol, her mouth still buried in the gorgeous pussy.
Carol rolled her back, still sucking and licking at Helen's small cunt. The girls giggled, moaned and thrashed around on the bed. Carol was in seventh heaven. Never before in her life had she enjoyed herself so much. This was weird, but far and away the greatest thrill she'd ever had.
If only they could make it last and last. But the excitement got to her. Passion swept through her, building up to a gigantic climax. She couldn't hold out much longer.
"Let's come together, darling?" Carol squealed, raising her lips from the honey pot to utter the words.
At that moment her eyes settled on a pair of hairy, masculine legs standing directly in front of her at the edge of the bed!
Human nature being what it is, Carol panicked. The jarring sight of a pair of man's legs standing before her, just when she was about to cut loose with a gigantic orgasm, tended to cool her off, somewhat. Carol was an emotional girl, and at that moment her emotions underwent a quick change. From a hot Lesbian, about to give forth with a stream of juicy nectar into the mouth of an equally hot lover, she became a startled, surprised and somewhat guilty young girl, has been caught in the act!
She was caught with her mouth in the wrong place. Flushing guiltily, she let her glance wander upward to see the face attached to the pair of legs. "Brad!"
Brad glared down at the duo, locked in loving embrace. A look of contempt clouded his handsome face. He was completely nude and his prick was completely erect, brought on, no doubt, by the sight of two lovely pussies being sucked by two glorious pairs of lips. "What the hell are you doing?" It was rather an inane question, because it was obvious what they were doing. His tone was filled with anger and surprise.
It broke the spell of the moment and completely shut off the tide of hot juices that had been about to flow. The embarrassed girls quickly disengaged their mouths and sat side by side on the bed, feet dangling onto the floor. They stared at him like kids caught stealing apples. Both pretty faces were flushed, eyes downcast and heads hanging in shame.
"You're both queer?" Brad pursued his line of questioning and supplied his own answers. His voice was still filled with a measure of disbelief. "Sucking each other off, you ... you...." he groped for a word he seldom used ...."Lesbians!"
Carol and Helen maintained a discreet silence.
Brad vented his ire on Helen. "My own wife a queer! How long have you been doing this?"
Helen glanced at her watch. "About thirty minutes."
He glared. "I mean how many years? You just didn't start this tonight!" His glance swept to Carol. He clucked his tongue. "And you?" Disappointment etched his tone. "I thought you were all girl. Instead I find you're a queer."
Carol, the faint blush of shame having worn off, bristled. She returned Brad's glare with a nasty look of her own. "You suck girls off, too. A couple hours ago, in this same bed, you sucked me. You should talk!"
Brad flushed. "That's different. A man's supposed to do things like that to heat a girl up ...." "Okay. So we were heating each other up!"
"But girls doing it together? We call men who do that to each other queers. They're disgusting. But to find my own wife doing it to another girl ...! " He shuddered. "Ugh!"
Helen, taking a cue from Carol, also got her dander up. She hopped to her feet, stuck her nose close to her husband's and said, "Okay, you found us out. I've been doing this to other girls for years. I like to do it. To me, it's no worse than this stupid wife swapping game you men play! So there! " Having delivered her discourse. Helen went over to her lover, wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. "Let's ignore this bastard! Maybe he'll go away and we can finish."
"Good thinking!" Carol returned Helen's kisses. She figured her friend had brought up a good point in mentioning the swap business. It took quite a bit of the steam out of Brad's argument. She glared at him. "Flake off, Brad. Go back into the other room and go to sleep. We want to be alone." She ran her fingers around and about on Helen's titties.
"Yeah, shove!" Helen echoed her lover's sentiments.
"Hold it!" Brad shuffled around uncomfortably under the combined glare of the two lovelies. He smiled calmly. "I'll admit I was surprised finding you two like that. But it's all right by me. You two dolls wanta suck each other off, no harm done!" He grinned. "I'll stay here and watch. Maybe you'll get hot enough and want this?" He waved his wand at them.
Carol looked at Helen and she returned the nervous glance.
They both had the same thought. Girl-loving's one thing. But somewhere along the line, a man's cock is something else again. When the blush of girl's kisses wears off, the girl's tongues and fingers are well used, there comes a time when the feel of a big cock supercedes everything. They both nodded their assent.
While they were deliberating, Brad had time to view the situation and think over the events that had transpired. He pointed to his wife. "How come? I thought you had the rag on? Your period...?" His face was flushed as he touched on the subject of a girl's hygienics.
Helen laughed. I faked it to fool Paul."
"Why?"
Helen shrugged. "Carol's idea. She and Paul have been having an argument. She decided to teach him a lesson." "About swapping?"
Carol interrupted. "It's a personal feud between me and Paul. Helen went along with it. Stop bugging her about it. You want to stay and watch, or don't you?"
"I'll stay. I'll stay," Brad grinned. "But since you're not that way Helen, I'll go get Paul. The four of us'll have a ball!" He headed for the door.
"Hold it!" Carol stayed him. She frowned. "Un-uhn. Let him sleep."
"But it'll be more fun. The four of us. That's what it's all about, isn't it?"
"Paul's out this time. I'm not about to change my mind."
"But. . . ?" Brad's loyally was divided between his buddy in the other room and wanting to stay with the lovelies in this room.
"You go wake up Paul and I'll ignore you for the rest of the night," threatened Carol, firmly.
"Yeah, and I'll get dressed, get me a cab and go home like you told me to do before!" Helen said.
"So make up your mind, Brad. Stay here with us, or go wake Paul up and break up the session for the night." Carol eyed him.
Brad deliberated for about three seconds. "Paul needs his sleep," he decided. "He looks kinds peeked lately." He sat on the edge of the bed. "What're we waiting for, girls? Carry on."
Encouraged and cheered on by their one man audience, Carol and Helen quickly resumed the action where it had been interrupted.
Both girls had cooled off considerably in the interim. This necessitated their going through the whole routine again. Carol assumed her position atop her lover and dipped her tongue into the cooled-off hot box. At the same time, the gorgeous blonde drew Carol's lukewarm honey pot to her lips and began sucking.
The fires of passion had ebbed, but not cooled completely. Both girls heated up quickly and before long, what with adroit maneuvering of lips, fingers, tongue and mouth, they soon had the fires of passion stroked to a heated pitch. They squirmed, rolled about and thrashed on the bed, building to a tremendous climax.
Carol was the first to go. She cried out, lifted her hips and zoomed off into an outer space of ecstasy. The orgasm shook her deeply and she moaned and crooned with pleasure as she unloaded her juices into Helen's mouth.
Helen, not to be outdone, came at almost the same time.
Both girls had become so expert, they could now gauge their climaxes and control their streams. Hot, molten love lava flowed into one lovely mouth, then the other; from one lovely cunt, then the other.
Carol lay back on the bed, puffing from the exertion and drooling at the mouth from the overflow of hot juices. Suddenly she felt a hot rod enter her pussy.
Brad had pushed his wife roughly aside, aimed his dick at the cunt she'd been licking and had rammed it home. "Get outta my way, bitch, while I fuck your friend!" His words, while not chosen with tact, plainly indicated his desires.
Helen, a gracious host, bowed to the inevitable. She moved aside, allowing her husband to get between Carol's legs and ram his big prick into her. Helen was an understanding girl. She knew that, at this moment, nothing would satisfy Carol so much as a big cock. She had warmed her friend up and had made her come, but now she was about to get the frosting on the cake. Helen had but one regret when she saw her husband's prick sliding into Carol's cunt. She kind of wished her friend hadn't been so hard-hearted about Paul. She would've enjoyed the feel of his cock in her now!
Carol eyed Helen, a questioning look in her eyes. "Can I?" she whispered.
"Be my guest," Helen replied generously. "Have fun. I'll be back. I gotta go potty." She hopped from the bed, leaving the field of battle to the two lovers.
Carol smiled up at Brad. A man! As much as she'd enjoyed her session with Helen, she knew that nothing would replace a man. Already his big instrument was pounding away, stretching her insides, rubbing against the clitty button of love, forcing her to new heights of passion.
Brad grinned down at her. He thrust in deeply for a starter. "Like that?"
"Love it!" Carol thrust upward, bouncing her ass under him.
Lunge! Harder, into her and up high. Thrust. Probe. Withdraw. Forward again. Harder. Deeper. Carol squirmed and thrashed about under his weight. She lifted him up and let him sink back heavily on her body. She loved the feel of his maleness pressing hard against her titties, pounding them and crushing them. The combined lust of their heat drove them together in a wild, lurching search for release.
"Ooooh ... Aaaa ... Brad! You're so big! Aaaah ... Ooooh ... Sock it to me ...! " She screamed and moaned her acceptance. "Now, Brad! Now...."
"Now!" he yelled, thrashing around on top like a man possessed by demons of lust. He stabbed her with his thunderous cock. Deeper, deeper. "Now...."
The floodgates opened. Hot, love lava flowed freely. His and hers, intermingled. Locked in each other's embrace, holding tightly to each other, kissing, hugging, squirming, shooting juices, they fought each other for more love, more of each other, more togetherness.
It was a mad moment of lust unchained. Two lovers were deeply locked in each other's arms, not wanting to break the spell. They couldn't control their bodies as they shook and twisted in great spasms of mutual orgasm.
Moments passed and the hot lava flowed to a stop. Their hearts stopped pounding and settled down to a normal pace. The lust subsided, and their lips broke contact. Two bodies eased apart and two people lay side by side, hands still held tightly. Eyes looked into eyes, smiling approval and acknowledging a job well done. Two perfectly mated people had culminated a perfect intercourse.
A look of complete understanding passed between the two lovers. Carol crinkled her nose at Brad and smiled.
Brad pursed his lips in a kiss-like gesture and smiled back. "Thanks," he whispered. "It's the best I've had in a long time."
A note of discord entered the idyllic scene. A voice, containing a measure of resentment, said, "So, it's the best you've had in a long time! I like that!" Helen was seated on the bed beside him, and the look in her face belied her words. "You mean I don't satisfy you anymore?"
Brad flushed. He had meant his remark to Carol as a compliment. He hadn't figured on starting a war. "I mean since the last time I had you, hon!" He drew his wife to him and planted a kiss on her lips. "It was just a figure of speech. You know you're the best little fucker in the whole world!"
Helen was unconvinced. "Prove it!"
XI
Carol, caught in a squeeze-play between husband and wife, joined the distaff side. She nodded agreement. "Yeah, prove it, Brad!" Generously, she hopped from under him, scrootched over and eased Helen into the place where she'd been laying. She grabbed Brad by the hips and hauled him on top of his wife. She aimed his limp instrument in the general direction of target zero. "Go ahead, Brad, prove she's even better at it than me! " "Now?" Brad turned anguished eyes in her direction and pointed to his limp dick.
"Right now!" Carol nodded brightly. Reaching down, she took hold of his limpness and headed it toward the hole. "Get it hard and sock it to 'er!"
Brad backed away, flushing. "But, I can't."
An incredulous look in her eyes, Carol said, "Why can't you?"
Brad sank back onto the bed, a thoroughly pussy-whipped young man. "Three times already tonight, Carol. I'm bushed. I gotta rest up and recharge my battery!"
Carol shook her head, then, winking surreptitiously at Helen, said, "You're not much of a man, Brad. You get all involved in this wife swapping business, and can't even get a hard-on."
Helen frowned. "You got it hard for her three times. Now you can't even get it hard once for me."
Carol stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should gel a substitute for him?" Helen perked up. "Paul?"
Carol shook her head. "No, I'm still pissed off at him." She brightened and snapped her fingers. "I know. Well call Harry! That night he took us both on, he didn't have any trouble getting hard. How many times was it? Six ... seven...?"
"Eight." Helen smiled in ecstasy. "Four times for each of us." She wriggled out from under her husband. "Do you have his phone number? Boy, I can't wait to feel that big thing in me!"
"Me, either!" Carol headed toward the door, holding hands with Helen. "Let's got call him. The phone's in the living room."
Brad rushed over and stood before them, not allowing them to pass. "No, you don't! You're not gonna bring that big prick over here."
"But we're all hot and bothered!" explained Carol. "This wife swapping business adds zest to us. We need a man, now! You say you can't take care of us. Okay, well call in an expert!"
Brad eased them back to the bed and sat them down. He frowned. "I said I'd take care of both of you tonight and I will." He squared his shoulders manfully. "Maybe if you both work out on me and yourselves...."
The two girls looked at each other again.
They nodded in unison. "We'll give him another chance!" Carol reached out and gathered the droopy wand in her hands. She toyed with it and then slid it into her mouth. "C'mon, little prick. Get big for Carol!"
Helen went around in back, knelt behind Brad and played with his buttocks and testicles. She bent forward and began sucking his asshole and his balls from the back while her buddy sucked his cock from the front.
Carol squealed in delight when she felt the cock stiffening in her mouth. Disengaging it for a moment, she said, "You know something, dear ... I think he's going to make it!"
"He is?" Helen's voice was charged with delight. "Let's get on the bed."
The three of them lay on a line across the bed, Carol half-sitting, back propped up on a pillow. Helen, the take charge guy, arranged them to her liking. She propped Carol up further and spread her legs apart, completely exposing her pussy. Then Helen bent forward, opening her mouth and snaking her tongue out.
Her gorgeous little ass pushed into her husband's face. "Take me from the back while I eat at this gorgeous restaurant," she ordered, dipping her mouth into Carol's crotch. While she ate ravenously at Carol's honey pot, she wiggled her ass around.
Brad, now thoroughly aroused, stroked and played with his wife's ass and pussy. He got to his knees behind her while he stroked and fondled the familiar parts.
Carol scrootched upward, offering a full course dinner to her lover. She stroked Helen's long, blonde hair and let her fingers wander down her back and around to the petite titties. She leaned forward to accept kisses from Brad's lips while he rammed his rod into his wife's asshole. To steady himself while leaning forward over his wife's back, Brad cupped his hands on Carol's melons.
Moving carefully so as not to dislodge each other from the sex pyramid, the three figures thrust forward and back. Helen's tongue was in Carol's pussy and Brad's cock was in his wife's ass. Occasionally, he'd shift it down into her pussy, then swap back to her asshole.
Carol moaned, wiggled around and felt a mounting excitement. From her vantage point she could see everything. The feel of Helen's tongue in her pussy drove her wild. For her part, Helen was reaching a zenith, what with Brad's big cock jumping from her cunt to her asshole with increasing vigor and zest. "This is fun!" she squealed.
Brad was the first to come. He rammed it deeply into Helen's cunt and unloaded.
His forward lunge shoved Helen forward, deeper into Carol's sexpot. "I'm coming, too!" cried Helen, her voice muffled by the cavern she was in. She sucked harder and harder. "Come now, darling..." she squealed between sucks.
"Right now!" Carol obliged her lover. She cut loose with an orgasm. A minor one, but satisfying.
Then the three began wrestling on the bed in complete abandon. Carol squealed and giggled when she rubbed her breasts against Brad's chest. He pressed his lips against hers. Helen moved in between them, fighting for her share of love. She kissed Brad, then Carol. She scrootched around on the bed and plumped her well fucked ass onto her husband's face. "Suck it!" she ordered.
Brad did. Then Carol shoved his lips away and she sucked the asshole and the pussy that were still moist from Brad's come. Thrills multiplied rapidly for Carol as she wrestled and played grab-ass with her two companions.
The playful action heated Brad up and his limp cock began to respond again.
Carol and Helen took turns sucking it to hardness. Finally it was stiff again. Both girls lay flat on their backs, legs spread wide, cunts open and arms outstretched.
"My turn!" squealed Carol.
"My turn!" squealed Helen.
Brad deliberated only momentarily. Since Carol was closest, he climbed aboard and shoved it in. He cut loose with several hard thrusts. Then he backed away, jumped over gorgeous legs, knelt between his wife's legs and rammed it into her. He gave her several strokes, then he went back to Carol.
Then back to Helen.
He then rolled each girl onto their stomachs, shoved an arm under their flat tummies and hoisted them ass-up.
Attacking them from the rear, he shoved his cock into Carol's asshole. Then into Helen's. Then into Carol, "then Helen . . .
Easing over to her lover while they both had their heads down on the bed and their asses up in the air, Carol kissed her and said, "Your husband's quite a man."
Helen returned the kiss. "He's extra hot tonight because you're here with us, lover. He flips for you."
"Like I flip for you, darling?" Carol kissed her.
"And like I flip for you, dear." Helen returned the kiss and the affection.
"Okay-, you can flip over and do it for each other. I'll watch." Brad smacked them both smartly on the ass.
Needing no further prodding, the girls went for each other with a passion. Carol dove for Helen's pussy and Helen dove for hers. Within seconds the girls were locked in a fierce, loving embrace, each lovely mouth deeply imbedded in an equally lovely pussy.
Brad, shaking his head in disbelief, sank onto the bed beside them and watched. The furious action, the sucking noises, the slurping sounds, the lovely pink bodies thrashing around, the bouncing titties being fingered, cupped, sucked and tweaked, were awe inspiring to a mere male. He wondered to himself how two lovely girls could get so much pleasure from kissing each other on the cunts. They kissed each other on the titties, assholes, thighs, ass cheeks and even on the ankles.
Not a spot on either girl remained unkissed or unsucked while he watched them play. They mounted each other as though they were man and girl, rubbing sex parts together and mouthing obscenities. They slapped each other gently, then kissed the slapped parts, crying and cooing.
The feeling of disgust Brad felt for such carryings-on gave way to a sense of pride. His wife was good at this game. He loved the little Lesbian and he adored her friend, Carol. A stray thought struck him while he watched the two girl lovers in action. Maybe he and Paul...?
For some reason Carol was pissed off at Paul. He knew Carol well enough by now to know that if he tried to get Paul back into the action, it would be the end of the swap party for the night. Carol was hard headed enough to go through with her threat to ignore him if he invited Paul into the action.
Helen would also go through with her threat to go home in a taxi.
Still, it didn't seem fair to Brad for Paul to be cooped up in the bedroom in the next room, all alone and missing out on the fun.
Watching his wife and her friend getting so much pleasure out of sucking each other raised a whole, new trend of thoughts in Brad's mind. Maybe that's what all this swapping was about? Mate swapping. Wives getting together ... Husbands...?
Brad slipped from the bed, silently stole across the room, opened the door and slid out. He closed the door behind him.
Carol was the first to notice his absence. After climaxing with Helen several times, culminating in a glorious orgasm, she rolled over, expecting to bump into Brad, laying alongside the two girls.
"Where's Brad?" she asked.
Helen, easing around on the bed and cuddling into her lover's arms, frowned. "I don't know. He was there a few minutes ago." She nestled into Carol's embrace. "Darling," she cooed, "I love you." She rested her mouth on one of Carol's large tits, drew it in and nibbled on the nipple.
"I know. I love you, too, dear." Carol kissed the top of Helen's blonde hair. Then she went back to the mystery that was bugging her. "Where'd he go?"
"To the john?" Helen, completely sated and willing to ease up for awhile, got to her feet, stretched and yawned.
Carol joined her and they walked over to the bathroom.
"He's not in there."
"Maybe he went into the living room for a drink? Or the kitchen for a snack?"
"Let's go see. I could use a drink and a snack myself. I'm hungry."
Helen giggled. "After all the eating you've done on me, you're still hungry?"
"That's a different kind of eating, dear." Carol patted Helen's cunt as they left the room and headed toward the living room and kitchen.
Carol had a sudden thought. Motioning for Helen to follow, she tiptoed toward the other bedroom. Placing her ear to the door she could hear strange noises. Opening the door a crack, she peered in. She could see action on the bed, in the dimly lighted room.
Carol's mouth slacked in surprise and horror. She motioned for Helen to peek in, too.
Helen did and an involuntary gasp sprang from her lips.
Carol quickly closed the door and stared at Helen.
Helen stared at Carol.
Both girls walked slowly toward the living room area. A thoughtful frown possessed both pretty faces . . .
Carol could tell Paul was up to something by the way he cozied up to her while she was at the sink doing the supper dishes. He wrapped his hands around her waist, nuzzled his mouth to the back of her neck and kissed her several times.
"Darling, I love you," he whispered, letting his hands wander upward. His fingers unbuttoned buttons and unzippered zippers on her dress.
"And I love you, too. Now stop horsing around and let me get with the dishes." Carol felt her dress fall from her shoulders and watched it slide down over her breasts, her hips and down her legs, billowing to the floor.
Paul next unhooked the bra and lifted it from the gorgeous melons. "Wow!" His fingers played with the titties while his kisses wandered down her back. "They're lovely!"
"I know." Carol continued washing the dishes, pretending not to be aware of the fact that she was now dressed in nothing but her panties. His fingers were roving over her goodies like an octopus. Paul had used this approach many times in the past, usually when he was about to spring a surprise on her. She felt herself tingling all over and beginning to melt into a hot hunk of jelly, the way it always happened whenever fingers and hands played with her.
Paul expertly slid her panties off and she stepped from them.
Carol was now completely nude, still pretending to be interested in getting the dishes done.
Paul, also completely nude, and completely aroused, was not the least bit interested in dishes. He continued to stroke his wife's bareness. His hands and fingers roved up and down her spine. He tickled her between the legs. He tweaked at her titties. He kissed her neck and her back and let his tongue sweep all the way down her back like, a paint brush.
Carol maintained a tight grip on her control and an even tighter grip on the wash rag. She steeled herself, vowing not to allow herself to be conned into another brainstorm of his. She hummed a tune and acted indifferently, pretending he wasn't even there as he fingered her asshole.
Paul eased her legs apart. He ran his hands between her thighs, rubbing gently at her honey pot, tweaking the brown, curly cunt hairs and sliding his fingers in and out of the slot. He massaged the button. To allow himself more freedom of movement he knelt on the floor behind her. This brought his mouth within kissing range of her ass. He snaked his tongue into her asshole, then into her dampening cunt.
Carol squirmed around to allow him more freedom. She reasoned that maintaining a tight grip on her control was one thing, but it wouldn't hurt to bend a little and make it easier for him to suck her cunt. She almost dropped a few dishes, especially when his tongue settled on her clitty. "There! See what you almost made me do!" She caught the dishes before they fell.
Paul spun her around, got up from his knees and drew her into his embrace. He showered a considerable number of kisses on her lips. "So what? We can always get new dishes!" He waltzed her around the kitchen floor for a few turns, then sat on a straight backed kitchen chair. He eased her down and let his cock slide into her cunt while she sat on his lap. There were face to face.
Carol, melting into a creamy sex-pot as his dick rammed deep into her, moved slowly up and down on the shaft. "Okay, lover boy, out with it. What's on your mind? What's cooking?"
"My, you're a suspicious one." Paul held her by the waist and bounced her up and down on his cock, letting his tongue suck at her titties as they bounced in front of his mouth at the same time.
"Another swap game?" Carol hazarded a guess. When he acted like this, he had something up his sleeve.
Paul frowned and almost missed a stroke. "Hell no! That's out! No more swapping for me."
Carol was shook. This was a surprise! "Gee, just when I was looking forward to it. I was kind of hoping we'd get together with Harry and Rita again." She rolled her eyes in mock joy. "That Harry ...! "
The frown on Paul's face deepened. He glared at her. "You kinda liked that big cock!"
Carol shuddered in delight and squeezed against her husband. "He sure had a big one!" she cooed. "Man, I can still feel it. Let's go see them again. You liked Rita, didn't you?" she needled.
"That big flab!" He grimaced. He shook his head. "Swapping's out. You were right about it."
Carol beat back a smile of triumph. A wife doesn't gloat when she's won a round in the constant war with the husband, not if she wants to remain a wife. She bounced harder and harder on his cock, letting her titties bounce against his face. "If it isn't swapping you have on your mind, what is it?"
"Brad and Helen. I've had quite a few talks with Brad. We bump into each other quite often down town. We eat at the same restaurant and have the same lunch hour."
Carol frowned. "You want to keep on swapping with them? " "Hell no! I said swapping's out. This is something else." "Oh...?"
"A friendship. We need a young couple to pal around with. Visit with and play cards with. Go to shows with. Sit around and talk with. Brad was telling me about the hobbies he has...."
"Like wife swapping? " Carol got her dig in.
"Can't you get off that kick!" Paul frowned and missed another stroke. He held her at arms length, stopped stroking entirely and said, "He mentioned his rock collection and his coin collection. He also has a few rare stamps. He's quite a hobbyist. Wants to get me interested...."
"So...?" Carol continued to wiggle around a bit on his cock to keep it from getting soft.
"He wants us to come over to his house Saturday."
"Okay. Well go." Carol's eyes lit up at the chance to see her little blonde lover again. She had missed her the past couple of weeks.
Paul began stroking again. "What he has in mind is maybe me and him getting together on this hobby business. He has a cellar full of things. And maybe while me and him are busy with his collection, you and Helen can...." He broke off, flushing a bit.
"Can what?" Carol frowned.
"Maybe go shopping or bowling, or something. You'd be bored while me and him were talking about hobbies." Paul began stroking harder.
Carol pondered and met his thrusts. A chance to be alone with Helen excited her, but she didn't want to spend the time at a movie, or a shopping center or tossing a bowling ball down the alleys. She could think of far better things to do while she was alone with the young blonde. Much more interesting things. She nodded. "Sounds good to me. Tell them we'll come Saturday."
"That's my girl!" Paul crushed her to him and increased the tempo of his stroking. He bounced Carol on his lap. Each bounce drove his prick deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Aaaah! Ooooh...." Carol wiggled around like a well lubricated machine as she went up and down on his piston. Stroke and counter-stroke. "What a man!" she crooned. "What a gorgeous hunk of man. Sock it to me, dear. Sock it to me ... Aaaah ... Oooh!" She moaned and thrashed on her husband's lap.
Paul ran his fingers up and down her spine, lifting her up and setting her down. They often tried it this way and both got considerable enjoyment from it.
Tonight it seemed to Carol that Paul was aroused more than usual. Maybe because she'd agreed to his new proposition. Little did he know the real reason she'd agreed so readily was because it would give her a chance to get next to Helen.
She shut everything from her mind and concentrated on the pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his strong, supple body and squeezed her breasts to his hairy chest. She let her fingers roam around on his sides and up and down his buttocks. "Paul," she breathed. "Paul."
He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them and lapping them with a wet, warm tongue. He nibbled at the nipples. Unhurriedly he moved up and down in her, adjusting to the rhythm of her wiggling fanny. He ran his fingertips over her breasts again, delicately. She trembled with twinges of delight.
Paul kissed her tenderly, tickled her behind the ears. No rush. He completely savored his adorable wife, so beautiful and so hot. He wondered why he allowed himself to be talked into swapping. He should have his head examined, exposing this gorgeous little cunt to big pricks like Harry. From here on in he'd keep this thing to himself. No sharing it with any other guy.
He ran his hands around on her wonderful, creamy ass cheeks and felt their smoothness. His fingers ran along her thighs and down her calves. He could feel his passion rising high inside her, though he was in no hurry.
Carol got hotter by the moment. She, too, was in no rush. She'd learned to pace herself with Paul. She tingled all over at the feel of his hands on her body. They were strong, masculine fingers, probing, pinching, tickling.
"Paul, Paul. You're getting me so hot! Aaaa! Ooooh...." Carol scrootched around on his lap.
"Carol, Carol!" He hoisted her up and down on his piston rod, watching while it went in and out. It was a lovely sight. The vaginal lips grabbed at the throbbing instrument, squeezing it and holding it. He inched outward, letting her slide further down onto him. He spread her legs wider, exposing more and more.
Carol rolled around and increased her up and down movements. She wanted it so badly her heart pounded and her temperature soared. She wanted more and more of him, more- "Aaaa ... ooooh!" she screamed in rapture as the spasms shook her. It was deeper and more glorious than she'd ever known before. He was deep inside, filling her so full that the ecstasy was doubled and tripled. She came in a wild orgasm at the same time he arched his back and shot his wad.
Hot, liquid lava melted between them, filling her cavity to running over, sending a warm liquid down her thighs and wetting his hairy thighs with his own hot liquid. She crushed him to her breasts as she spasmed in wild convulsions.
The ecstasy receded gradually, like waves withdrawing reluctantly from a beach. They rocked back and forth for a long time, face to face and lips against lips. Her breasts pushed against his chest as they heaved with each ragged breath.
"Carol. Carol. I love you so much!" He drew her to his chest and let her head rest on his shoulder. His hands roved up and down her back and buttocks.
"Oh, Paul, I'm so happy! You're such a man!" She could still feel the stirring of his limber dick inside her. She pulled her thighs together to compress her vaginal lips and maintain her grip on his cock.
"It'll always be like this, hon. Just the two of us. No one else? " "No one else." She nuzzled into his arms. She made a mental reservation. No one else dear. No other man, but she'd always find a place in her heart for her lover, Helen.
It was only Wednesday, but already she was looking forward to Saturday. She'd have to make plans with Helen. She'd call her tomorrow.
XII
Carol enjoyed her shopping spree with Helen. The new super shopping-center was the last word in style, decor and creature comfort. An air-conditioned fairyland where a girl could go ape just wandering around looking at displays and seeing the bargains. The stores in the mall had every imaginable thing for women, young or old.
A girl could spend hours wandering up and down the aisles, fingering the goods, gushing over the objects, wishing she had a wad of money she didn't need so she could buy anything her heart desired.
Paul and Brad had been explicit in their instructions to them. Take all the time they wanted. Buy what they needed. Then, after the buying binge was over they could go to a show. In other words, don't bother the boys for a few hours. They'd be wound up in their hobby.
The stray thought that had been bugging Carol since they left Helen's place in her car and had driven to the shopping center finally came home to roost while Carol held up a skimpy bikini and wondered how it would look on her. She turned to Helen who had a lovely blue one that would go wonderfully with her blonde hair. "You know something, dear, I've been thinking."
Helen nodded. "Me, too. I think I'll buy this." She glanced at the price tag and winced. Someone had to pay for the decor, style and air-conditioning.
"No. What I mean. Our husbands." Carol crinkled her nose. "They seemed in a big hurry to get rid of us tonight.
Practically shoved us out the door and told us not to come back for hours."
"Yeah, those hobbies." Helen grimaced. "Sometimes that lunk-head of mine spends hours pouring over coin catalogs."
"That's what's been bothering me, the hobbies." Carol replaced the bikini and walked slowly down the aisle, followed by Helen who reluctantly parted with the bikini she admired. She couldn't afford it. "Paul isn't exactly a hobby type."
"Brad is. He gets hooked on everything. Maybe he'll get Paul interested."
Carol shook her head. "It could be they're coming up with an entirely new hobby. Maybe one we wouldn't approve of?"
"H'mm. You think maybe they have a couple girls in the house? That's why they unloaded us and told us to be gone for hours?" A worried frown possessed Helen's face.
"I don't know what to think." Carol stroked her chin. "They were too anxious to get rid of us." Holding Helen by the arm, she said, "Is there any way we can sneak into your house without being seen?"
Helen's eyes lit up. Making like secret agent 007, she whispered, "Brad's hobbies are mostly in the cellar. He has a den set up there. We could drive over and park a few-houses away. Then walk slowly to the house, see where they are and let ourselves in the back door. If they're busy they won't hear us ...." Carol looked at Helen with their familiar glance.
"Let's do it!" they chorused.
Several minutes later Helen parked the car a few doors down from her house. Together they snaked their way to the rear of Helen's house and stole up to the back porch. The neighborhood where the Peterson's lived was sparsely settled and they were unnoticed as they crept up on the house and it's unsuspecting occupants.
"There's no light in the cellar," Helen whispered as she carefully unlocked the kitchen door. "The only light on is the one in our bedroom upstairs. Hold my hand and I'll guide you up. Be quiet!"
Carol held onto Helen's hand. They tiptoed into the living room, then up the stairs to the second floor. Their eyes were adjusted to the darkness and they could see a ray of light up ahead from the bedroom door, which was ajar.
"Shhhh!" Helen eased slowly up to the partially opened bedroom door, halting outside and peering in.
Carol peered over Helen's shoulder.
The room was dimly lit, but by watching the reflections in the bureau mirror, the girls could see what was transpiring on the bed.
Carol sucked in her breath. It was an awe inspiring sight. She could feel Helen tense under her hand, which was around her small waist to enable her to lean forward and steady herself.
Carol's worse suspicions were realized. Paul and Brad had a new hobby! Each other!
Paul was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked as a jaybird. Brad stood before him, also nude. Brad was completely aroused. His large cock danced enticingly before his lover's mouth. Paul, the lover, played with it, wrapped his fingers around it and jerked it. Then he let it slide into his mouth and sucked it!
Paul wrapped his hands around Brad's buttocks and pulled him forward as he sucked him off. Brad let his fingers wander down onto the top of Paul's wavy, dark hair and encouraged him with endearing words. "Atta boy, Paul! You sure do it good. Even better'n my wife." He lunged forward, slamming his dick hard into Paul's mouth.
"Even better'n my wife?" Paul let it slide out a moment and he stared owlishly at his lover.
Brad hedged. "She's pretty good at it." He slammed his cock back into Paul's mouth. "A few more times, then I'll do you."
After several strokes, the boys exchanged places. Paul slid his big cock into Brad's mouth and began pumping. His eyes were alight with lust and passion. He put his fingers on Brad's ears and pulled him in and out on his prick. "Kiss me, lover," he screamed, dragging Brad to his feet by the ears.
Brad slid into Paul's arms. Their lips locked in a tender, compassionate kiss. While the boys kissed each other, they pulled at each other's pricks. Then they stopped kissing, turned and stared down to where each had a hand interlocked over the other's cock.
"Mine's harder'n yours, Paul."
"I don't know. Mine feels pretty hard." Paul glared at his lover in mock severity. "If you don't stop griping, I'll do something desperate."
"Such as?" Brad minced his words like a beach boy at a queer's bar.
"Ram this big cock in your big, fat ass, that's what I'll do," threatened Paul, sounding like a soprano with a sore throat.
"You wouldn't dare!" Brad bent over in front of Paul, daring him to carry out his threat.
Paul smacked Brad on the ass a few times, then easing forward, his cock sliding all the way into Brad's asshole!
Brad squealed in mock pain, then wiggling his fanny around like a hooker in a beer joint, he said, "Oh my, it hurts so good! Oooooh. Aaaaaah. Sock it to me, lover. Sock it to me." He rocked back and forth in a wild rhythm.
Paul socked it to him, holding tight to Brad's hips to keep him from slipping away. Then, with a hard slap on Brad's rump, he uncoupled, whirled his lover around, kissed him, then bent far over, his fingers touching the floor. "Do me!" he ordered.
Brad did him....
Carol had seen enough. "Let's go," she whispered, backing away from the door, easing Helen along with her.
Silently the chagrined pair slunk away from the den of iniquity, eased their way back down the steps, back through the living room the kitchen and out onto the porch.
Two beautiful pairs of eyes which had just witnessed a horrifying scene were very thoughtful when they climbed into the car. Helen turned to her. "Where to?" Her voice was low, toneless.
"My place." Carol's voice, too, was low, toneless and filled with sorrow and disbelief.
The two girls were silent while Helen drove the short distance to Carol's apartment. They remained silent as they rushed to Carol's bedroom and threw themselves onto the bed.
The silence was broken by a gush of sobs from both lovely throats and both girls gave forth with hot tears, unlike the previous time when both girls were naked as a jaybird, bouncing around on the bed, unable to stop their laughing. This time the sounds were of anguish.
Uncontrollable sobs of grief tore them apart. Genuine tears coursed their cheeks. Their bodies were wracked with real sobs of despair.
Carol dabbed at her eyes with a hankie. "My husband!" she wailed. "A cocksucker!"
Helen dabbed at her eyes with a hankie. "My husband!" she wailed. "A cocksucker!"
This joint opinion of agreement set them both off into another round of weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. The girls threw themselves into their grief with enthusiasm. They tried to outdo each other with the tears, sobs and wails. Both girls gave a good account of themselves for several minutes, consuming half a box of tissues in the process.
Eventually they ran out of tears and their tear ducts dried up. Carol sat up on the bed, dabbing at her messed make-up and trying to stop sniffling. "I feel miserable," she sobbed.
Helen sat beside her. Her pretty face was a mess, what with the tears slopping at the carefully applied make-up and eye shadow. Even her lipstick was smudged, but not from kissing. "Me too."
They grabbed at each other for support and solance. Carol eased Helen back to the bed and kissed her on the lips, letting a few tear drops run down her friend's cheeks. "Did you see the gleam in Paul's eyes when he sucked Brad's cock?" she shuddered.
"And the look in Brad's eyes?" Helen also shuddered.
"They acted like they were enjoying it." Carol's fingers strayed down to Helen's blouse and she began unbuttoning it. Soon she had her friend undressed and she slid her clothes off. "Some hobby!" she said.
"No wonder they wanted to get rid of us!" Helen drew Carol on top of her and pulled her face down within kissing range. She kissed Carol again and again. Her fingers played around on Carol's naked back. She let them run up and down Carol's spine.
Carol knelt between Helen's legs and spread them wide. She eased her honey pot down and rubbed it against Helen's golden mound of love. "I never thought I'd see the day when my husband would have another man's prick in his mouth!" Carol winced at the horror of the thought.
"And the way they sounded!" Helen sighed. "Like a couple of queers. And Brad has always been so manly." The tears threatened to come again.
Carol comforted her. "There, there, darling. Don't take it so hard. At least we know they didn't have a couple of girls in the house."
"I'd feel better if they had!"
Carol forced a smile. "Let me try and make you forget this whole, horrible thing, darling."
"How?" The teenaged girl's face lit up in anticipation.
"Like this!" Carol kissed her tenderly. "I'll kiss you all over, darling." The butterfly kisses started on Helen's wet cheeks, throat, and curved down to her petite, pointy titties. Carol's skilled lips pulled at the red nipples, tightening them up and making Helen squeal in delight.
"Ooooooh...." Helen began to moan happily at the loving touches. The despair left her face and her eyes lit up. She held Carol's hands as they roved over her lovely, naked body. She thrilled at the touch of the warm, soft, girl's hands. She guided Carol's hands to the spots she wanted attention paid to. Together their fingers caressed Helen's golden-haired honey pot. She pushed a few of Carol's fingers into the hole and helped her massage the clitty.
She scrootched Carol around on the bed. The dark mane of brown hair swept over Helen's thighs and Carol's face disappeared between Helen's gorgeous pink thighs.
Carol dipped her tongue into Helen's hole. She sucked and sucked, letting her tongue dive in as deeply as she could push it. Helen thrashed around on the bed under her, moaning and laughing in delight. Carol smiled to herself. She knew she could make this adorable little girl forget her sorrows. She eased further around on the bed, lifted one of her legs and straddled Helen's face.
She got up on her knees to survey the glorious box she was working on. The movement settled her fanny down onto Helen's face. Her lover graciously accepted the offering of a glorious cunt to kiss and lick.
Helen opened her mouth and sucked at Carol's vaginal lips. She let her tongue dart in and out, massaging the clit. She kissed Carol's cunt with her lips, making exaggerated sounds with her mouth to signify she enjoyed it. "I love this little thing!" she murmured, kissing and sucking it again and again, working herself to a passionate pitch. She pulled Carol's buttocks to her, slapping gently at the ass cheeks and stroking her thighs.
Carol's tongue came out and she bent down and swabbed Helen's pussy with long, enjoyable strokes that ran along the vaginal lips, down to the tiny asshole and back to the pink pulsating pussy.
Both girls worked enthusiastically on each other's goodies. Fingers and lips sucking, teasing, tongues darting and lips kissing, they worked each other into a frenzy.
"Ooooooh, aaaaaaah," Carol moaned happily, thrashing around on the bed, rolling over and pulling Helen on top, then rolling over again and resuming the dominant role. The girls thrashed around on the bed, laughing, moaning, sucking, fingering, tonguing each other. Dipping into pussies, dipping into asshole, kissing pussies, kissing assholes, kissing vaginal lips.... Muttering obscenities. Cooing and squealing. Loving each other. Pinching each other. Slapping each other. Kissing....
Carol was the first to come. She cried out, lifted her hips high, and took off into outer space. The spasms shook her deeply. She moaned and shrieked with sheer pleasure as she unloaded a gigantic orgasm under the teenage blonde's mouth!
Helen came almost as soon. She, too, squealed, moaned and thrashed around in delight as she unloaded a goodly portion of hot love juices into Carol's greedy mouth.
Carol bit at Helen's pussy in a spasmodic reaction to her own titillation. The girls pressed their mouths tightly to each other's cunts, savoring and sucking to their heart's content, not wanting to miss a drop.
"More! More!" screamed Carol, sucking the glorious golden sex pot. She lapped it until it was nearly dry, wet only from the slobbering of her own tongue. The love juices had long since gone down her throat, but she continued to suck Helen's pink slit as if hoping for more.
Afterwards they lay in each other arms. The soft light of the bedroom shone down on the two beautiful, nude girls, locked in a tender embrace, lips kissing, whispering words of love.
Carol stared deeply into the eyes of her lover, the young wife. "I love you, Helen," she whispered.
Helen snuggled contentedly into the arms of her lover. "I know, dear, and it makes me so happy."
Carol let her fingers stray through the mass of gorgeous, blonde hair, a thoughtful look on her pretty face. "I've been thinking, darling...."
"Yes?" Helen scrootched closer, letting her lips brush against Carol's large titties.
"We were all shook up when we found out what Paul and Brad's new hobby was, right?"
"Cocksucking..'.?" Helen lifted her head up to the level of Carol's, and frowned.
Carol nodded. Cupping her fingers under Helen's chin, she said, "We were all broke up about what we saw them doing to each other ,...?"
Helen nodded. "Right."
"Yet here we are in bed with each other doing practically the same thing. That makes us--" "Cuntlappers?"
"Exactly." Carol grinned. "You might say that's becoming a hobby with us. Now, I've been wondering if there isn't some way we can take advantage of these new hobbies?"
"Why not?" Carol squealed excitedly, hopping up onto her knees, ass thrust out, bending forward, titties rubbing against Carol's. "There's no reason why, if we put our heads together, we can't think of something."
"Just what I had in mind, darling." Carol, pleased at the reaction of her lover, drew her closer to her breasts. The feel of the smaller tits rubbing against her larger ones excited her.
"Right now, however, darling," she cooed, "instead of putting our heads together, we'll put something else together...."
Carol maintained a discreet silence after her night with Helen. She had sworn Helen to secrecy about having seen the two husbands making love to each other. She figured there are times when silence is golden.
Paul was the first to break the ice. It was Wednesday and the dishes were done and they were curled up on the sofa watching television. Drawing her into the crook of his arm, he said, "Hon, I ran into Brad again today."
"You see him often, it seems like."
"We eat in the same restaurant downtown."
Carol beat back the smart crack about having seen them both eating at the same spot last Saturday--between each other's legs. Instead she said, "So...?"
"He's kinda got me hooked on this hobby business. Like last Saturday night, before you girls came back to their house, we had quite a time."
"On the hobby?"
Paul flushed, then nodded. "I never thought having a hobby could be so interesting. Brad collects stamps, coins, old books...."
And stiff cocks, Carol thought, grimly recalling the scene she and Helen had watched through the crack in the bedroom door. She shrugged. "He's a man of many hobbies. So what?"
Flushing slightly, Paul continued, "He's kinda got me hooked on this--" He broke off, flushing.
"Hobby business?"
Paul nodded eagerly. "He wants to make a regular thing of it. Me and him meet every weekend or so, at his house or our apartment. Well compare notes. He'll get me started in stamps, coins...."
And sucking cocks, Carol thought sadly. There goes the marriage down the drain. She'd thought a few times that maybe she'd lose her husband to another girl, but never in her wildest imagination had she considered she might lose him to another man! "Seems like he's kinda good at getting you started in things. Is he the one got you started in this wife swapping business?" Her voice was sharp, edgy.
"No, that was Harry, but that's all over with. No more wife swapping." Paul gathered her hands into his and squeezed them intimately.
"Well, at least that's something!"
Paul gathered her deeper into his arms. His fingers unhooked her bra. That was all she was wearing except for the shorts which covered her other essentials. He ran his fingers over her titties and tweaked the nipples. He cupped the gorgeous melons into his big, strong hands and squeezed them and bounced them around. He kissed her on the lips, nose, eyes, and let his tongue rove over her smooth cheeks. "I detect a note of sarcasm in your voice, hon. Don't you want me to get involved with Brad and his hobbies?" He ran the tip of his tongue into her ear and bit gently at her ear lobe.
Carol, feeling herself melting as usual when someone played with her, tried valiantly to maintain her cool. She didn't mind in the least his getting involved in hobbies, but getting involved with Brad in the cocksucking, ass reaming business? No thanks. That would lead to too many complications, turn her husband into a queer. That, she didn't want! Shaking her head vehemently, she said, "I want things to be just the way they were. Before you got involved with Harry and Brad!"
Sucking in a deep breath and removing her shorts and panties, Paul said, "Things never remain the same, hon. We've been married about two years. We've been wrapped up in each other so much, we haven't had time for other friends. That's probably why I got hooked so easily on the wife swapping bit with Harry. But now we know Brad and Helen and everything is different."
Carol's spirits soared when he mentioned Helen. She scrootched around on the couch while he undressed himself, then she snuggled up against him, pulling herself into his lap. She could feel his cock coming to life under her ass, while he played with her titties. "What d'ya have in mind, Paul?"
"I've been talking things over with Brad. We'd like to get together, every other week, or so...."
"I'll bet!" Carol frowned, then flushed. "More wife swapping!"
"No. What we had in mind is me and him getting together for a weekend. Really go to town on our hobbies without interruption."
"And me and Helen?"
Paul gathered her into his embrace and showered her with kisses. "You like Helen. She likes you. While me and Brad are together at his house, or our apartment, you and Helen could have a weekend together, too." Paul sealed his proposition by gathering her tits into the palms of his and sucking them in turn. He peered upward between the mounds of delight at his wife, a childish, boyish look of pleading on his handsome face. "Please say yes, hon?"
Carol's heart pounded but she restrained herself with an effort. "What'll me and Helen do, while you two characters are involved with these hobbies?"
"We were thinking you and Helen could get together by yourselves. Either in our apartment or their house, depending on where me and Brad are."
"And what'll we be doing by ourselves?" Carol's voice was sharp.
"Whatever two girls do when they're together!" Paul shrugged.
"Maybe we do just like men when they're together?" Carol got this dig in, then seeing the flush of shame on her husband's face, she added, sweetly, "Maybe we can come up with a few hobbies, like sewing, knitting, or...." Sucking each other off like you guys do, she finished the sentence in her head.
Paul's face brightened. "That's the idea! Maybe you could take in a show? A movie? Just sit around and gab? Plenty of things girls can do when they're alone...."
And how, thought Carol. She smiled and a thought jelled. It might not be a bad idea at that. Uninterrupted weekends with Helen, and they would have the whole house to themselves. They could pull down the shades, undress and have a ball wandering around the house and making love to each other completely. Weekend Lesbians. The wives of weekend queers.
This sounded even better than wife swapping!
She snuggled deeper into Paul's embrace and felt his large cock surging to life near her asshole. She spread her legs and eased it upward between her legs. She tickled the head of it with her fingers. "Just the four of us? No other couples?"
"Just us four. No more Harries and no more Rita's. No more wife swapping. Just man to man and wife to wife enjoying each other's company, free of their mates, on weekends. How's it sound? Think you and Helen can stand each other for weekends?"
Carol beat down a wave of exultation and a desire to jump up and down in sheer joy. Could she stand being with Helen for weekends? Lordy, she could stand being with the gorgeous little blonde teenager every night-night after night-she'd never get too much of that adorable little pussy. Trying to maintain a casual attitude, she nodded. "I guess it would work out. Let's try it-" "This weekend?" Paul tried not to sound too eager.
Carol deliberated for about three seconds, then nodded. "I guess so!" She was surprised to notice that her answer seemed to bring sharp, new hardness to his surging cock. When she agreed, it seemed to spring up three more inches. She fondled it. "Now, what're we going to do about this?" She couldn't let him save it for Brad. She wanted it to get herself primed up for the upcoming weekend with Helen.
Paul eased her onto the thick carpeted floor. He knelt between her legs. She opened them eagerly for him, spreading her knees far apart so he could enter her easily. She reached down, drew his immenseness into her hands and guided him into her gaping gash.
"It seems so extra big tonight," she cooed, when he slid it into the familiar slot.
"That's because I have an understanding wife!"
Who's agreed to let you be a weekend cocksucker, she thought. Carol drew him into her embrace. Her heart pounding. So, go ahead and suck cocks on the weekends. Just so I get this on the weekdays. She surged upward when he thrust solidly into her. She'd never felt him quite so big inside her. He seemed almost as big as Brad, nearly as big as Harry. Carol smiled to herself and shoved her ass upward. No one could be as big as Harry.
She was going to miss that guy's big cock, but this would give her far more pleasure in the long run. A hot, well endowed husband every night of the week. Then for frosting on the cake, she'd have an adorable little blonde cunt to work out on the long weekends.
She met Paul's upward thrusts and joined the rhythm. He jabbed solidly into her, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Gripes, he was hot tonight!
This new swap arrangement was going to be far better than the normal husband-wife swap! Carol smiled a tight smile. There were many ways a girl could make a husband happy and at the same time, be happy herself. . .