Teenaged Bonnie was shocked when her handsome husband of only one year suggested that they join the swap sessions with the couples down the hall. And this tender cutie was even more shocked when Pete's mother and father paid them an unexpected visit during one of their orgies! Was this to be the end of Bonnie's and Pete's swinging escapades. Or did Mom and Dad have a few surprises of their own?
I
Bonnie Upson soaked her slender body in the tub of warm water. She ran the washcloth around and about her solid, rounded, pinkish-white breasts. She smiled contentedly as she washed and soaked in the warm water. This was the happiest day of her life. She'd been married for one year to the most lovable guy on earth. One year of unbelievable contentment and happiness. All the qualms and misgivings she'd had a year ago about marrying Pete Upson had long since vanished. Bonnie loved the big lug more now than the day she married him.
Nothing could go wrong with their wonderful marriage. Not now. Not after this first year of adjustment and finding they were ideally suited to each other. Bonnie ran the washcloth down between her lovely thighs and washed her tight little pussy. A smile toyed at the corners of her mouth as she fondled her cunt. She knew the success of her marriage to Pete was due in great part to this tiny item between her legs. She had managed to judiciously apply this purring little pussy to Pete's growling prick in such a way that he had been more than content.
Not once during their first year of marriage had Pete evidenced the slightest desire to stray from the straight and narrow. Not once had Pete cast covetous eyes at other pretty girls with a view to trying to get into their panties. She had controlled his passion and lust and had kept him well satisfied in every respect. This in itself had been a major accomplishment. It had been the cause of one of the big doubts Bonnie'd had about marrying Pete.
In college he'd been the football hero-the plunging halfback of the State U. team, the idol of the fans, the big man on campus. The guy the girls swooned over. Now, at age twenty-four, still a trim one hundred eighty pounds, a six-foot-tall handsome hunk of man, Pete was more desirable than ever. He was an accountant in a firm in the city. He made good money and his future was assured. He'd been the ideal catch for a girl, and Bonnie had caught him and married him.
Bonnie, age nineteen, a high school graduate, brown-haired, brown-eyed, weight one hundred twenty curvy pounds, was a beauty. In high school she'd been a majorette, a beauty contest winner and very popular.
She had met Pete at a dance at the college. She'd been thinking of going to State U. and had gone to the dance as part of looking the place over. There, she'd met Pete. He was a senior. They met during an intermission, and fell in love.
After a wild courtship during that summer, Bonnie forgot all about going to college. She cast aside all thoughts of entering the state beauty contest, which she probably would have won, hands down. Bonnie had only one thought in mind-marriage to Pete. He proposed. They got married.
The year passed all too quickly. Pete and Bonnie moved to the city, to a swinging apartment complex on the outskirts. An expensive place. They had a two-room efficiency apartment. The place was a paradise. Swimming pool. Tennis courts. A nine-hole putting green. A play room. A dance hall. Everything to make swinging young couples and single girls and boys happy.
Pete got a job with a big firm in the city and was doing remarkably well. Helped more than somewhat by his fame as a football player, he was moving up quickly in the organization. Pete was a pleasant guy. Handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes and a nice smile. He was easygoing and a good mixer.
Bonnie took a job as a secretary in a firm near Pete's place of business. That way they managed to ride back and forth to work in the same car. Their combined salaries were more than adequate to meet the expenses of the luxury apartment. They were even putting money in the bank.
All in all, thought Bonnie, leaning back in the tub and smiling contentedly, it had been a wonderful year. They had found the key to happiness in their marriage. And having passed the first year, there was no reason why the following years shouldn't be just as happy, just as loving, just as fruitful.
Bonnie almost sang, she was so happy. Pete ... Pete...I love you so much. Nothing will ever come between us. Her thoughts raced while she dried herself and let the water drain from the tub. She felt almost guilty that one girl should be so happy with a husband.
Bonnie stepped from the bathroom and approached the bed. She undulated slightly to give Pete the full benefit of her lovely shape. Bonnie was five feet six inches tall, with a wondrous pair of breasts, slim waist, pretty face, with a mass of long brown hair falling to her shoulders. She had a pert nose, big brown eyes and a medium-sized mouth. She stood beside the bed and smiled down at naked Pete. "Hi!" Her voice was low, throaty.
"Hi, hon!" Pete slid around and sat on the edge of the bed. He drew her nude form to him and buried his face between her huge, solid breasts. "You smell nice." He stared up between her breasts and smiled. "Happy anniversary, hon." Pete nibbled at Bonnie's taut nipples.
"I've been so happy, dear!" Bonnie impulsively crushed her titties to his face and cradled the back of his head with her hands, pressing him tightly to her bosom. Tears misted her eyes. "Pete. Pete. I love you so much. You've made me so happy. I want it to always be like this!"
"It will, hon," Pete said, between licks at her tits. As long as you do everything I ask." He smiled enigmatically.
"I will. I will. Just name it, I'll do it." Bonnie smiled impishly. This was part of their game of love. Their way of showing how much they adored each other.
Pete eased her away and squatted her before him. "You can start off by sucking my cock." He inched forward on the edge of the bed until his huge, throbbing prick was outthrust and in line with her mouth. The sight of her brown-haired cunt inspired his cock to greater heights. His mouth watered at the sight of her small, moist cunt which was clearly visible, since Bonnie had her legs spread wide and was in a squatting position.
Bonnie eyed him tenderly. She rested her hands on his loins and wrapped her fingers around his huge prick. "Say please," she teased.
"Please suck my cock, hon. Take the big bastard into your mouth and suck it. Kiss it. Play with it. Jerk it. Work out on me like the cocksucker you are. Please?"
"Yes, master." Bonnie eased forward. She touched the head of his prick with her lips. She kissed the knob. She licked the head of it. She then ran her tongue down the sides of the huge, throbbing monster. She eased her mouth down and nibbled at his hairy balls. She then ran her tongue along his inner thighs. She eased her tongue back again and while still gazing deep into his dark eyes, she ever so slowly let his prick enter her mouth!
She continued glancing deep into his eyes as the prick disappeared down her throat. It went in deeper and deeper. Bonnie almost gagged. Wow, it was sure big tonight! Expertly she ran her tongue along the length of it and applied pressure with her mouth.
With his huge cock buried deep in her throat, Bonnie stared up at her husband. Her eyes were filled with love. She crinkled her nose and mouth the words, I love you, between sucks at his cock.
Pete held her by the ears and eased her back and forth. He debated within himself as to whether he should come into her mouth, or fuck her in the cunt. He enjoyed doing both. He loved to watch the expression on her face while he was pouring his juice into her eager, greedy mouth. No matter how big a wad he shot into her mouth, she always seemed able to accept it. At times, the hot juices overflowed onto her chin, but she managed to swallow the bulk of the gook. It was an inspiring sight.
Tonight, however, Pete didn't want to let that hot little cunt go to waste. Tonight he wanted to fill that tight little cavity to the brim while he mentioned his plans for the future. like Bonnie, he'd had a wonderful first year of marriage. He wanted to assure that the happiness would continue. The plan he had in mind would be the answer to continued happiness; of that he was sure.
Pete let his cock slide in and out a few more times; then ever so reluctantly, he eased her eager mouth away. Still holding her by the ears, he eased her from her squatting position. She slid upward along his outstretched legs. Her huge titties bounced against his small, man-sized ones. Soon she was lying atop him. He pressed his lips to hers. "I love you, hon. I love you." He scooted around until his cock was deeply impaled between her legs and deep within her tight pussy. He shoved upward to effect a good entrance.
Bonnie squealed in delight when his big prick entered her small cunt. She wriggled around atop him until she felt his shaft go deep into her well. She moved up and down, meeting his thrusts. She pressed her lips to his. "Fuck me, dear," she whimpered happily. "Fuck me good!"
Pete humped up and down a few times; then, ever so slowly so as not to dislodge his cock from her cunt, he rolled her onto her back in the middle of the bed. He spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and rammed his cock far in. "I'm fucking you, hon," he whispered, his eyes filled with lust and his tongue lathering her pretty face. "I'm fucking my pretty wife. I've got my big fat cock shoved deep into your pretty pussy." He shoved his tongue into her mouth and dueled with her hot tongue.
Bonnie squealed in delight when Pete pounded her pussy. She humped up and down to meet his thrusts. She wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs and pulled him deeper and deeper into her cunt. "It feels so good ... Aaaaaaaaaaaaah ... Oooooooooh. Fuck me, Pete. Fuck me..."
Pete fucked her. In. Out. like a piston, his solid cock pounded in and out of his adorable wife. His cock squished and squashed at the tight, velvety walls of her moist nest. Deeper and deeper he plunged his rod. He lathered her face with his tongue. He shoved her ass up to meet his thrusts. His eyes gleamed with lust and passion. "You fucking little slut! You adorable bitch! You cocksucking whore!" Pete unloaded his endearing terms while he continued to shove cock. .
"Pete! Pete! You wonderful bastard! You make me so happy!" Bonnie humped upward to accept his frenzied thrusts. She felt his huge rod filling her well to capacity. She moaned and thrashed around. She tongued his face. She pulled his ass down farther, farther..."I'm coming, you bastard!" she yelped happily, feeling the spasms coming in gigantic waves. "Sock it to me-now!"
Pete rammed it hard. He unloaded in a gigantic orgasm. His hot liquid lava mingled with hers. They continued to pound each other furiously, mouthing obscenities at each other as they unloaded their hot come. Again and again he shot forward, each time unloading more come to mingle with hers. A hot, juicy cauldron of intermingling love potions.
Then at last the lust and passion ebbed. Sanity returned to the two lovers. The heat of the magical moment cooled. Bonnie lay relaxed and limp, staring deep into the eyes of the man she loved. She mouthed the words, I love you, dear.
"I love you, hon." Pete eased aside as his limp dick plopped from the ravished cunt. He smiled wanly. Always it was like this. If only there were a way a guy could keep his prick hard forever. "I've been so happy this past year with you, hon," he whispered, flopping onto his side and nuzzling against her with one hand gently squeezing her solid breasts.
Bonnie cuddled against him. She ran her finger across his mouth, and across his sweating brow. "My husband," she murmured. "I love you. It'll always be like this. So wonderful."
"It sure will, especially with what I've got in mind." Pete smiled tolerantly and squeezed tittie.
Bonnie frowned. "Oh? What does that mean?"
"We've been happy this first year," explained Pete, "because we've been sort of new to each other. We couldn't get enough of each other. Now, we've got to keep up this interest. Right?"
"But of course, silly. Well always have just each other." A nagging doubt began to stir in Bonnie's mind. "What are you getting at?"
"We need more than just each other. We need friends."
"We do?" The nagging doubt grew. "Why?"
"Because we've been too close. Too happy with just each other. We're only human. Pretty soon, we'll begin to tire of each other."
"Never!" Bonnie snuggled closer.
Pete sighed. "I wish it were true, but let's face reality, hon. I've been having some long talks with Bill. He and Kim have been married for about three years."
"I know." Bonnie lay on her back and gazed in puzzlement. Pete's mention of Bill. Why?
Bill Clarke and his wife Kim were the closest friends they had, if they could be called that. They lived in apartment 2A, two doors down. Occasionally the four would get together for a round of drinks, a game of tennis, or a dip in the pool, and some small talk. Other than that, they weren't really all that close. "Just what are you getting at, dear?" Bonnie asked.
"After talking things over with Bill, I've been thinking we should get out more. Mix a bit with other young couples."
"We mix enough." The frown on Bonnie's face deepened. A pang of fear welled up inside.
"Not really. We hardly go out at nights. We hang around the apartment. Sure, we play a game of tennis, or putt a few golf balls with Bill and Kim. What I mean is we should go to parties."
"What parties?"
"Bill was mentioning he and Kim go to the shindigs Art and Joy Hauck throw. You know, the couple who live in 3B."
Bonnie groaned inwardly. Art and Joy-the swingingest couple in the entire apartment complex. The rumors about their wild parties were rife. About once a month Art and Joy had a bash. For days afterwards the gossiping tongues wagged about the hot times had by all. Art was about age twenty-seven. He was a handsome blonde, six feet two inches tall, and was a dreamboat. He was an actor of some fame. Joy, his second wife, was age twenty-six. She was a redhead and an exotic dancer part-time. She was a curvy, voluptuous girl with a forty, twenty-six, thirty-six shape on a five-foot-eight-inch frame.
The couple were not only famous for their professions, but were famous for their looks and congeniality. They were the most popular couple in the swank apartment complex, and getting an invitation to one of their parties was quite an accomplishment. Up until now, Bonnie and Pete had but a nodding acquaintance with the famous couple, just casual hellos when passing each other coming or going. Bonnie often felt a pang of envy when viewing the luscious Joy. The girl sure had everything, and lots of spare. In a bikini at the swimming pool, Joy was a sight to behold.
"What's all this got to do with us?" Bonnie leaned up on an elbow and stared at her husband, who was still toying with her tits.
"like I said, I think we should get out more. Meet new people, before we get into a rut. Bill mentioned he thought he could wangle an invitation for us to Art's next party this coming weekend. There'll be a few other couples there. I guess it wouldn't hurt for us to go." Pete let his fingers slide down to her mass of brown cunt hair. He twirled his fingers through the curly locks and tugged at them.
Bonnie felt herself melting into a hot, creamy sexpot at the touch of his fingers playing with her snatch. She knew what he was up to. Get her hot enough to agree to anything. She backed away from his probing fingers. "No. We're not going! I've heard about those parties." She shook her head adamantly. "You can tell Bill to forget it."
"But, hon..." Pete slid a leg across her stomach and knelt between her legs. His prick was only half-hard from the pounding it had taken a few minutes before. He aimed it toward her cunt. The touch of the head of his cock against her moist cunt brought stiffness to the shaft.
"Don't but hon me!" Bonnie shook her head. "Those affairs are nothing but swap orgies! You know it. Men taking on other men's wives. All that drinking and carrying on. Who needs it?" Bonnie eased away from his prick.
"We don't have to swap," Pete pointed out. "What's wrong with going to the party? If it starts getting too rough, we can always leave, can't we?" A stubborn look began to form in his eyes. "You said awhile ago you'd do anything I'd ask you. Now all I'm doing is suggesting we attend a party with our friends and you refuse. How come?"
"Because I know what takes place at those affairs! And because I know you, Pete Upson!" Bonnie glared.
Pete withdrew his hardening cock from her cunt. He frowned and lay back on the bed. "And just what does that crack mean?" His voice was sharp. The sharpest tone of voice he'd used since they'd been married.
Bonnie flushed. She hadn't meant it quite the way it sounded. "I. . . I remember how popular you were with those girls at college. You're still a celebrity. I just don't want to expose you to those mate swappers. You might get ideas!"
Pete chuckled. "Aw, hon, knock it off. I'm not a kid. You're my wife. Why would I want any other girl ... when I have you? I'd be a sucker to take on another girl. Hell, you're prettier than any other girl around." He reached for her again.
Bonnie sighed. When Pete applied his charm and line of hooey, she was lost. She snuggled against him. "I'm afraid, Pete. We've been so happy this past year. Why take a chance on spoiling things?"
"We won't spoil a thing. I promise. If things get out of hand, we'll leave. You don't think I'd want to share you with another guy, do you?" Pete regarded her with wide eyes filled with love and adoration.
"I hope not."
"Besides which, you'd be the youngest wife there. You're still a teenager. The rest of those girls are in their twenties. I was just thinking it might do us some good to go to one of those parties. At least we'll satisfy our curiosity. We'll meet new friends. I don't see any harm in it."
Bonnie cut loose with a resigned sigh. During the past year she'd learned when to give in to her big lug. This was one of those times. "I guess we can go ... at least to see what it's like. But remember," she added warningly, "you promise you'll leave if I want to?"
"I promise." Pete bounced onboard his lovely wife. He grinned. "All this screwy talk has gotten this hard!" He wrapped his fingers around his cock and waved it before her face. "What're we gonna do about it?"
Bonnie grasped his huge prick in her hands. She smiled impishly. "Gee, I don't know what to do about this bastard. What do you suggest?"
"How 'bout if I shove it in here?" Pete caressed her pussy.
"Mister Upson!" Bonnie pretended shock.
"Pretty please?" begged Pete, teasingly shoving the head of it against her moist vaginal lips. "How 'about a fuck?"
"I'll consider it." Bonnie sighed rapturously as she guided his stiff prick into her hot cunt. Impulsively she grabbed him and hugged him to her bosom. "Pete. Pete," she wailed happily, "I love you so much!"
At that moment Bonnie was a very happy housewife, getting screwed by her own husband.
2
The party started slowly, for which Bonnie was grateful. There were six couples present, including Bill and Kim. All of the people were in their twenties, with the exception of Bonnie. She was the only teenager present. The men were handsome and the girls were very pretty. All were casually dressed, completely relaxed and at the beginning, after the introductions, and the bending of the elbows, the conversations were of ordinary things and events. Bonnie relaxed after the second round of drinks and began taking part in the small talk and gave out with the smiles and comradeship.
Her doubts and qualms began to disappear and she began thinking that Pete had been right. They needed relaxation and companionship of young married couples like themselves.
She enjoyed the stares and ogling of the men who sized her up frankly and expertly. Bonnie was not a vain girl, but she realized that with her extreme youth and beauty she had it all over the other wives present. One after the other the young men present made it a point to cozy up to her, engage her in small talk and hint rather broadly that they were quite pleased with what they saw.
One man in particular, as if by prearrangement, latched onto her, after the others swooped by, introduced themselves and drifted off. His name was Harry Mason. He was about twenty-eight, with dark hair, dark eyes and a fatuous smile on his chubby face. Harry was a bit on the obese side. He weighed about two hundred twenty pounds on a five-foot-ten-inch rotund figure. He sat on a sofa beside Bonnie and gave with a big smile, "Hi, Bonnie." He leaned back casually and let his hand drift over the back of the couch. He ran fingers through Bonnie's mass of brown hair.
Bonnie smiled tolerantly. She was feeling the effects of her second drink and had the third one in her hand. A warming glow was sweeping through her body. "Hi, Harry."
"Guess you and I are sort of matched up for this evening." Harry nuzzled closer and let the fingers of his hand tickle her ear. He cut loose with a pleased smile as his glance settled on her outthrust breasts, which were partially visible above the low-cut blouse Bonnie was wearing. Bonnie had chosen this blouse and her miniskirt with care. She didn't want to appear too bold, but she didn't want to seem a prude. The outfit was a compromise of sorts. Compared to some of the see-through casual clothes the other wives were wearing, she felt like a nun.
Bonnie frowned. "What d'ya mean, 'matched up'? "
"To avoid confusion at the beginning of these parties, the guys sort of get together and make tentative arrangements as to who will be paired with who, at the beginning. That way, it avoids hard feelings, or misunderstandings." Harry giggled. "Of course, after the party gets into full swing it doesn't matter who was matched up with who at the start."
The frown on her faced deepened. "And you've been stuck with me?"
Harry chuckled and let his wandering fingers drift down to her shoulder. "Stuck? Shucks, doll, I'm the luckiest guy present, getting first crack at you. The other guys are eating their hearts out."
Bonnie edged away from the fat man. She didn't like the implication of his words. She glanced around the huge living room. Harry had been telling the truth. The half-dozen couples had separated into matched pairs, with other than their own mates. The living room was large and had plenty of comfortable easy chairs and couches. In the far corner of the room was a built-in bar. Art, the host, was busy pouring drinks, helped by a girl named Sue, a pretty brunette, whose husband was matched up with Art's wife Joy, the exotic dancer.
Bonnie sucked in her breath and the fears began to return. The room was brightly lit and the strains of smaltzy music emanated from a hi-fi set. The music was designed to get the couples in the mood for love. Together with the drinks being consumed, it was having the required effect. The small talk and gay chatter had died off. The various couples on the comfortable furniture were beginning to hug and kiss each other.
The flush on Bonnie's face deepened when her glance settled on Pete. He was sitting on a big easy chair that swung out to support his legs in comfort. He was leaning back in the chair, thoroughly relaxed and sipping at his drink with a fatuous smile on his face. The reason for the smirk on his face was the blonde sitting on his lap. A bubbly blonde girl of about twenty-seven with a shape that was like out of this world. Sucking in a gasp of dismay, Bonnie said, "Who is that dizzy blonde on my husband's lap? The one he's stuck with?"
Harry smiled tolerantly and let his fingers drift downward to Bonnie's partially exposed breasts. "That's my wife Alison. She's been assigned to your Pete for openers." Harry drummed his fingertips on the bulge. "God, you have a lovely pair of knockers, Bonnie," he blurted impulsively, easing her blouse forward so he could get a better view of her melons.
Bonnie flushed and shrank away from his prying fingers. The doubts and fears returned. What had started off as a casual, friendly gathering of folks was turning into what her fears had imagined beforehand. "I think I could use another drink." She handed him her glass.
"Sure." Harry hopped to his feet, stepped over to where the host was pouring the liquids, and refilled their glasses. Sliding back into his seat and sliding his fingers back onto the exposed part of her tits, he said, "Drink up, dear. Then you and I will head for a bedroom. Or would you prefer to stay out here and maybe put on a show for the folks?"
Bonnie gulped. "What're you talking about?"
Harry chuckled. "I keep forgetting this is your first swap party. I guess I'm coming on too strong. You're scared?"
"Petrified. like you say, it's my first party." Bonnie tried to collect her wild, scary thoughts. Until now she'd just heard bits of gossip about the parties at Art's and Joy's apartment. Until now, the affair had been mild and normal. But a deep fear clutched at her heart. Harry's inference that they should retire to a bedroom. Or put on a show for the folks. What kind of show?
The answer was quickly forthcoming. Art, from his vantage point at the bar, called, "Joy, why don't you show these nice young people the new act you do at the club? Give 'em a preview."
"Good thinking. Come on, Joy. Yeah, give us a sample," were a few of the remarks that greeted Art's suggestion.
Joy, a dazzling redhead, whose one hundred thirty pounds were well distributed on a curvy size forty, twenty-six, thirty-six-inch voluptuous shape, disengaged herself from the pawing fingers of Sue's husband Mike, and stood in the center of the room. Joy was in her element, the center of attraction and she was the extrovert who enjoyed being in the spotlight.
Joy was a part-time exotic dancer in a well-known nightspot in the city. She was somewhat notorious and well paid for her act. She had been logged in jail several times for indecent exposure. She flashed a big smile at her captive audience. Then, catching the tune being played on the hi-fi set, she began mouthing the words and began undulating before the group.
Bonnie sucked in her breath while she watched the wild-looking redhead go into her act. The girl was really something to look at.
Joy eased back and forth in front of the group. She bounced her hips. She shoved out her tits. She winked suggestively. She ran her fingers down her hips and legs. At the start of her dance she was covered in a slinky see-through gown. As the dance progressed and the tempo of the music increased, Joy slowly and deliberately began to shed her clothes. Joy had been well trained in the art of strip teasing. She knew all the bumps and grinds. She knew exactly how to milk each item, each movement, and each wiggle for maximum effect.
Again and again Joy undulated before the group. She smiled at the uncouth remarks. She teased. She wiggled her tits. She bounced her ass saucily. She shed her clothes. She mouthed the words of the song. She finally got down to a G-string.
Art, with his arm wrapped around brown-haired Sue, stood close-by. He interspersed Joy's dance recital with a few observations. When his redheaded wife was stripped to her G-string, he chuckled. "At this time at the club, if the cops haven't moved in and arrested Joy, she usually calls for a volunteer from the audience. Go ahead, Joy," he directed.
Joy moved in on her target-Mike, a strapping six-footer, about twenty-two, and Sue's husband. A handsome brown-haired youngster. Joy smiled and held out her hands.
Mike bounced to his feet and allowed himself to be led to the center of the room.
Joy made Mike a part of her exotic dance. She eased him around and about in tune with the music. As she waltzed along the floor, she began to undress the handsome young buck. She removed his sports shirt and tossed it aside. She teased and made a big deal over Mike's manly, naked upper torso. Mike had pinkish-white skin with a mat of brown hair on his chest. He was well muscled. A regular Adonis.
Impishly, Joy shoved her huge, solid tits against his small man-sized ones. While doing this, she managed to keep moving in time with the music. She unzipped his slacks and suddenly moved away from him. His slacks fell to the floor. His hardening prick pushed against his undershorts, which were the only item of apparel still on his wonderful body.
Joy turned him around until his back was to her front. She moved her hands around his hips and massaged the bulge in his shorts. She grinned impishly. "Looks like our boy Mike is heavy hung!" she quipped.
Keeping him facing the audience, she stepped back. "Go ahead, Mike. Strip for the folks. Show 'em what you've got." Having delivered her suggestion, Joy eased back, removed her tiny G-string, lay on the floor, spread her legs wide and lifted her knees up. Joy had assumed the fucking position!
Bonnie gulped and stared in awe at the unfolding tableau. At the moment she was so wrapped up in what she was observing she was unaware that Harry was wrapped up in her titties. Having seen this action many times in the past, Harry wasn't shocked, or impressed by Joy's exotic dance. His mind and lust were intent on this lovely teenaged girl he'd been lucky enough to draw as his assignment.
Harry unbuttoned Bonnie's blouse. He undid her bra. Ever so slowly, he slid her blouse down her shoulders. His eyes popped wide when her big, solid melons popped into view. Since Bonnie was leaning forward to get a better view of the action taking place at the far end of the room, her lovely tits were outthrust globes of sheer delight. They were round, firm, pinkish-white in color and had taut pink nipples on a small sea of slight reddish color.
Harry had been a close observer of girls' tits for many years. He could be classified as a connoisseur of the art of tittie viewing. His eyes lit up appreciatively. These lovely breasts were without a doubt as wonderful as he'd ever seen. He sucked in a deep breath and gently fondled the wondrous art items. He could feel his prick hardening. He felt an irresistible urge to get into this lovely teenager. "Let's you and me go to a bedroom," he whispered hoarsely. He continued fondling and gently massaging her tits.
Bonnie, aware that he was doing something to her breasts, tried to concentrate on the action taking place several feet away. She watched in silent awe while Mike ever so slowly and teasingly shoved his shorts down. Mike had joined in the spirit of Joy's act. He grinned impishly at the audience while easing his shorts down.
Finally he let his pants slide down his hairy white legs. A gasp of amazement welled from the throats of the various swappers. Joy had guessed right when she'd mentioned she thought Mike was heavy hung.
He was.
His big-sized prick bounced before him. It was hard as a rock, solid as a mast pole and raring for action. Mike grinned. "What'll I do now, folks?" He was still facing the audience, his back to Joy.
"Sock it to 'er, Mike!" This opinion seemed to be that of the majority.
Mike, an old hand at swapping, grinned. He toyed with his big prick, making it even bigger. "You want I should shove this bastard into Joy?" He still had his back to the reclining redhead.
Nods of assent greeted his question. Mike turned around and ogled spread-eagled Joy with a lustful gleam in his brown eyes. He wet his lips. Then Mike, weaving in time with the music and keeping up the suspense, dropped to his knees and crawled the distance between him and Joy. He dipped his face down to her pussy, took a couple of licks at the spa, then burrowed his tongue upward along her stomach. He paused for a few moments at her solid titties and gave them a good sucking. Then he eased forward. "Now?" he called out, winking at the spellbound audience.
"Now!" the audience responded.
Mike entered Joy with little effort, since Joy had been so well fucked so many times that she no longer had a tight pussy. Hers was a well-used one and could easily handle any size prick from man or beast.
Joy wiggled her ass and moaned happily when Mike shoved his hot cock into her hot cunt. She moaned and thrashed around like a girl getting fucked for the first time. Joy was a consummate actress and played her part well. "Oh, Lordy," she wailed happily, "you are so big! It's so hard. Wow! Aaaaaaaaaah ... Oooooooooh ... Sock it to me, lover! Sock it to me!"
Mike did. He screwed the exotic dancer in full sight of the assembled party-goers. His wife Sue, still wrapped up in the arms of Joy's husband Art, called out words of encouragement to him. She seemed to enjoy watching her husband fucking the other girl.
Another onlooker to the erotic display was Bonnie. She didn't share Sue's enjoyment of the event. Her heart did a few flip-flops and a feeling of dismay swept through her. It dawned on her that this was what swapping was all about. All the stories she'd heard about the wild parties in this apartment were true, if this was any indication.
Bonnie also became acutely aware of another thing. In her excitement of watching the carnal event taking place, she'd been only dimly aware of action taking place on the sofa with Harry Mason. It occurred to her that Harry had her almost half-naked and he was busy fondling her tits. A deep flush of shame swept to her face as she withdrew her glance from the fucking couple on the floor. She backed against the sofa and bestowed a hard glance at Harry. "What d'ya think you're doing?" She shoved his grasping paws away from her breasts and tried to reassemble her bra and blouse.
Harry grinned and tried to reclaim his bobbing prizes. His eyes were loaded with passion and lust. "I think you and I should head for a bedroom, gorgeous. You got me hot as hell." He pointed to the bulge in his slacks.
Bonnie shook her head and frowned. The frown was occasioned by what she was observing at the far end of the room, where Pete was sitting with the blonde girl in his lap. Alison Mason had one arm wrapped around Pete's neck and was planting a few kisses on his lips. Her other hand was playing with Pete's cock, which she'd withdrawn from his slacks.
Alison was gently massaging Pete's huge prick while Pete was kissing her! Pete also had his hand shoved far up under Alison's miniskirt and was busily toying with her pussy!
A sense of despair swept through Bonnie. Damn him, she thought. Hopping to her feet, she swept over to where Pete was having a feel day. Giving him a look of utter contempt, she snapped, "We're leaving!"
"But hon..." Pete lodged a formal objection. He continued to stroke fingers in and out of Alison's pussy while Alison continued to stroke his hard cock. "We're just starting to enjoy ourselves."
He forced a grin.
"Now!" Bonnie tapped a shoe on the carpet and glared. "Now!" she repeated. She spun on her heels and stormed from the living room. En route, she picked up her purse and slammed out of the apartment.
Bonnie covered the distance from apartment 3B to her apartment ID in record time. With head held high and shoulders squared, she beat back the torrent of tears that threatened to engulf her. Arriving in her apartment she threw herself on the bed and cut loose with the sobs.
For the first time in her year of marriage a cloud appeared on the horizon! For the first time since she said her I do at the church a nagging doubt assailed her. The vivid memory of Pete necking with beautiful Alison while she played with his prick and he toyed with her cunt caused great waves of mental anguish to sweep through her.
Bonnie gave way to the sobs. Her heart was broken. She beat a tattoo on the pillow with her balled fists.
When Pete climbed onto the bed beside her and attempted to cradle her in his arms, she pushed away. "Leave me alone, you beast!" Another torrent of tears accompanied her words.
Pete stroked her hips. An anguished look appeared on his face. This was the first tear-jerking crisis he'd faced in his year of marriage to Bonnie. He was at a loss as to how to react. "Whatcha pissed off about, hon?" he whispered, easing her onto her back and staring deep into her tear-stained eyes. He aimed a kiss in her direction.
Bonnie avoided his oncoming lips. Her eyes blazing, she snapped, "You know damned well what I'm pissed off about! You and your party! Now I know why you wanted to go! So you could get Alison!"
Pete winced at the accusation. That hadn't been the real reason he wanted to go to the party. He knew Alison but slightly. He'd seen her around the apartment complex, but until this evening theirs had been but a nodding acquaintance. He would be the first one to admit the truth of Bonnie's accusation, however. Having met Alison officially and having been paired off with her, he had been more than slightly interested in seeing how far he could get with her. Alison had seemed willing to go all the way, as Mike and Joy had done. "That isn't so and you know it! Hell, I didn't even know Alison until this evening."
Bonnie sniffed. "It didn't take you long to get real chummy! You with your hand up her skirt and her playing with you! Right out in the open!"
Stung by the accusation, Pete snapped, "You should talk! You were doing all right with Harry!"
"Me?" An expression of incredulity swept over her face.
"Yes you! Sitting on the couch. Cozying up to Harry. Letting him play with your titties. When I saw that, I figured what the hell ... you want to play games, so will I."
Bonnie flushed. She had been so intent on watching Joy and Mike in action she hadn't protected her own assets. She had hardly been aware of what Harry had been doing to her. "You started first!" her accusation sounded weak.
"You did!" Pete insisted. "I had no intention of getting next to Alison. She was just sitting on my lap. But when I saw Harry taking out your tits and fondling 'em, I figured I'd see how far I could go with his wife, too!" He looked severely at her.
"I ... I ... " Bonnie felt some of the steam seeping from her argument. She wasn't quite sure now who had been first. Harry with his hairy hands on her tits, or Alison with her smooth hands on Pete's cock. It had all happened so fast. The sight of Joy doing her thing. She sighed and dried the tears with a handkerchief. "I guess we both sort of got carried away," she admitted.
"We sure did!" Pete closed in on her. He pressed his lips to hers. "It was really something, wasn't it, hon? Wow! I never thought they'd go that far-that fast! That Joy's really something," he marveled.
"Would you like to have been in Mike's place?"
Pete weighed the possibilities, then grinned. "Why would I want her when I've got you?"
Bonnie was reassured. She relaxed. "Pete. Pete. Let's not argue any more. Let's just forget this evening. Make like it never happened. I'm so ashamed." She held out her arms.
"Me, too, hon." Pete slid into her embrace and showered her with kisses. "I love you, darling," he breathed. He began undressing her. "How 'bout a long night of love, hon?" he whispered, stroking her hair and bestowing hot kisses on her lips.
"Yes. Yes," Bonnie breathed happily. "My darling. My husband. Never again will we get involved in such a thing as we did tonight." She eyed him pointedly.
"Never!" Pete promised faithfully, while he finished undressing her.
Deep inside, Bonnie sighed. He sounded sincere in his promise, but was it a measure of doubt she detected in his voice? For the first time in her deliriously happy year of marriage she felt a pinpoint of anxiety...
3
Bonnie lay back on the beach chair, adjusted her sunglasses and relaxed. It was Saturday afternoon and she was enjoying the pool. In between dips she stretched out on the beach-type cot, applied some suntan lotion and tried to keep up a conversation with Kim Clarke. Kim was sprawled on the chair next to her, also getting a suntan.
The two girls had met at the poolside while their husbands had drifted on down to the putting green. Both Pete and Bill were avid golfers. The putting green at the apartment complex was the next best thing to being on a golf course.
Bonnie didn't mind the intrusion by Kim. She'd been lolling in the sun meditating over the events of the previous week's swap party. Her mind was still troubled and she had nightmares every time she thought of Pete sitting on the easy chair with Alison playing with his cock.
For the first time in her year of marriage she began having some misgivings. A tiny seed of doubt had been planted in her mind. Pete had given in so easily to Alison. Could that be a forerunner of things to come? All week long, even while banging away at a typewriter as a secretary, her mind boggled at the thought.
Kim, a lovely blue-eyed blonde of twenty-one, who weighed in at one hundred twenty pounds on a gorgeous five-foot-six curvy shape, took off her sunglasses and grinned down at Bonnie. "What's with you, darling? I've been trying to work up a good conversation and all I'm getting is a bunch of yeas and nays. What're you brooding about?"
Bonnie flushed and turned on her side to face Kim. "I'm sorry. I guess my mind's on something else."
"I think I can guess." Kim cut loose with a grin. "The party last Saturday?"
Bonnie nodded. Needing a girl to confide in, she blurted, "Kim! Why do men do such things? Swap parties? Hah!"
Kim sat on the edge of her beach chair. Reaching over she placed fingers on Bonnie's flushed face. "You poor darling. You must be going through torture, thinking about it. I could tell from the way you left the party you were upset."
"I was." Bonnie sat on the edge of her chair and faced Kim. A troubled frown etched her face. "I just can't figure out why. Pete and I have been married for just one year. I've done everything to please him. Everything. Still he doesn't appear satisfied. Why?"
"Darling, I think it's time you and I had a girl-to-girl talk! Come, we'll go to my apartment." Hopping to her feet, Kim reached for Bonnie and led her to apartment 2A. Once inside, Kim closed the door, poured a round of drinks and led the way to her bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she motioned for Bonnie to sit next to her. Both girls were dressed in very brief bikinis.
Bonnie, sipping at her drink, sat beside the smiling blonde. She liked Kim. The girl was so bubbly, impish and pretty. Kim was built almost exactly like Bonnie with almost the same dimensions and her breasts were equally as large and bouncy as Bonnie's. She smiled and relaxed. "Okay, let's talk."
Kim pushed Bonnie down until she was lying flat on her back on the bed. Kim knelt beside the lovely brown-haired girl and regarded her fixedly. "So, my little teenaged friend is beginning to have doubts about her marriage?"
"Not exactly doubts. I know Pete loves me. What worries me is why he gets this urge to want to mix with other young couples. He keeps bringing up the subject. He claims it isn't right for us to be such stick-in-the-muds. He thinks we should get out more. Go to parties. Pal around with young couples our own age. I keep thinking, who needs it? But he keeps insisting we do." Bonnie blurted out the gist of her problem areas.
Kim ran her fingers through Bonnie's lovely hair. A small smile toyed at the corners of her wide, generous mouth. "I know what you're going through, darling." Her voice was low, throaty. She continued to toy with Bonnie's hair. Her blue eyes were pools of innocence. "It kind of reminds me of my first year of marriage."
"It does?" Bonnie liked the feel of Kim's fingers on her hair and now on her cheeks. Such warm, smooth fingers. Bonnie began heating up from the effects of the drink and the intimate talk in the girl's lovely pink bedroom. She reached out and let her fingers rest on one of Kim's thighs. Kim had creamy-white skin which was so smooth to the touch.
Kim let her fingers wander down to Bonnie's lips. Gently she ran her fingers across Bonnie's lips and chin. A strange light began to glow in Kim's baby-blue eyes. "Bill and I were about the happiest married couple you could ever find," Kim explained softly, moving closer to Bonnie. "At least for the first year. We lived only for each other. We loved only each other. We saturated ourselves with sex. That was the happiest year of my life. We discovered many new ways to pleasure each other." Kim chuckled at the recollection. "I guess we thought we'd discovered paradise, that we were the only ones to know perfect happiness."
"It sounds like Pete and me."
"Yep." Kim laughed wryly. "But after the first year I began to sense a change in Bill. I noticed that he no longer had eyes only for me. In little ways I saw that the perfect marriage I thought we had was beginning to crack apart at the seams. I could see that Bill was human after all ... that he still had eyes for pretty girls. He began to get the itch."
"The itch?"
"To rejoin the world. To come out of our cocoon. To break loose from the magic spell of our own stifling love. To mix with other young couples."
"Hmm." Bonnie drummed fingers on Kim's inner thigh. "And what did you do about it?"
"I tried to discourage Bill's emerging restlessness. I threw myself at him. I tried overwhelming him with sex. I tried every way I could to keep his mind off other girls. For a while it worked. I kept him so pussy-whipped he wouldn't have been able to take on another girl if he'd had a chance. But it was a losing battle. I finally realized that."
"Oh?"
"One night we were invited to a party. Reluctantly I went. It turned out to be a party something like the one at Joy's apartment last week." Kim crinkled her nose and closed her eyes momentarily as the memory of the past event flooded her mind. "There was a cute little brown-haired girl there. Just a kid. Anyway, this girl made a big play for Bill. It wasn't exactly a swap party. Just a gathering of friendly folk. I was dancing, talking, drinking and enjoying myself quite a bit when I suddenly noticed Bill was among the missing."
"I see."
"Naturally, I found him!" Kim grimaced at the memory. "In a bedroom and deeply in the brown-haired girl. Both of them stark-naked! I barged in just about the time they were reaching a climax." Kim shuddered at the thought.
"Some climax." Bonnie clucked her tongue sympathetically. "I ranted. I raved. I slapped him. I slapped her. I was so mad I would've killed them if I'd had a gun in my hand."
"I wouldn't blame you."
"I threatened to divorce him. To leave him. For weeks I barely spoke to him while trying to make up my mind what I wanted to do." Kim shuddered at the memory. "It was the most miserable time I ever lived through."
"But you did live through it. You and Bill are still together. You seem happy enough."
Kim crinkled her nose. "I finally faced up to reality. Bill and I had long talks. We both finally realized we couldn't shut each other off from the world about us. Things were happening too fast. The morals were changing. Old ideas were outmoded. We both confessed we were attracted to other men and women. I like the way men look at me. I like being fussed over by other men. Bill-likes to look at other girls. He-likes to cozy up to them. Make love to them."
"But you're married!" Bonnie was shocked. "You shouldn't think such things, or do such things!"
Kim shrugged. "How right you are, darling, but let's face facts. Almost everyone does those things nowadays. Once the bloom of the honeymoon is over, the majority of married couples start looking and yearning."
"They do?"
"Believe me, darling, they do!" Kim let her fingers slide along Bonnie's throat, down to her shoulders, down to her breasts. Casually Kim ran her fingers across the top of Bonnie's bra. "Bill and I finally reached an agreement."
Bonnie snuggled closer to Kim to allow Kim's fingers more working room around her breasts. She enjoyed the feel of Kim's warm hand on her skin. "An agreement?" Bonnie let her fingers slide farther up Kim's lovely inner thighs. Kim had such tender, smooth skin. It felt so nice.
"We decided to become swappers-take on other mates. Enjoy some extracurricular sex. We both reasoned we were only interested in the sex act as such with other couples-the mere physical act of satisfying a lust. We both figured this wouldn't affect our real love for each other. It seemed to be the only way out for us."
"And it works?" Bonnie stared in awe.
"For us it does." Kim smiled. "I'm not the least bit jealous of Bill any more. I can watch him making love to other girls and it doesn't bother me one bit. I make love to other men with him watching and really enjoy myself. We both know it's just a physical act of the moment, with no emotional involvement."
"But do you still love each other? Really? I mean like the all-out love a husband and wife should have for each other?"
Kim sighed. "Truthfully, it's not the same as that first year of our marriage. We were so wrapped up in each other. On the other hand, it is working out quite well for us. We're still living together. We have this nice apartment. We both work. We're well off. We still go to bed together. We still have sex. We still love each other. I guess you might say it's working out fine, though there are times I wish I could turn back the clock and relive that first glorious year of marriage over and over again."
Bonnie lay back on the bed and stared up at her friend. Her thoughts raced. This lovely girl and her husband committed adultery openly. They shared other beds with other girls and boys. They enjoyed the sex acts with strangers. Yet, they continued to live together as man and wife.
Kim eased forward and pressed her lips against Bonnie's in a tender kiss. She slid her fingers under Bonnie's bra and fondled Bonnie's solid titties. A lustful gleam came to Kim's eyes. She whispered, "I've learned all kinds of love the past few years, darling. I've had so many other lovers..." Her voice trailed off as she pressed her lips to Bonnie's again and again. Tender, loving kisses.
Bonnie frowned. Kim was acting oddly. Not that she didn't enjoy Kim's kisses and fondling fingers. It tended to heat her up. But somehow Kim seemed to be getting away from the subject at hand. "Are you suggesting that Pete and I become swappers?"
Kim's groping fingers found and squeezed one of Bonnie's big tits. "I'm suggesting you give it a try, darling. There will be more scenes like last week at Joy's. Pete is a restless soul. He's got the itch. He isn't about to be talked, or loved out of it by you. You're going to have to face up to reality-or stand a chance of losing Pete!" Kim emphasized her point by kissing Bonnie tenderly and lustfully. She let her fingers dart downward and slide under Bonnie's bikini bottom.
Bonnie lay passively. She felt herself heating up. Her mind was whirling. Kim's words shocked her.
Her actions thrilled her. What was Kim trying to do? Bonnie gulped in astonishment when she felt Kim's groping fingers stroking her cunt. She stared in disbelief. "Kim!"
Kim's eyes were now torrid pools of lust. "You darling, you darling," she breathed. "Please join Bill and me in the swapping bit. We can have oh, so much fun!"
Bonnie shook her head dazedly. "Gee, I don't know." She squiggled around under Kim's probing fingers which were fondling her pussy. It felt good. Impulsively she slid her fingers along Kim's inner thighs and poked up under Kim's bikini bottom. This seemed like fun. She'd never done such a thing before to another girl. Heat waves swept through her. She giggled.
"Not only will you have other men making love to you, darling," whispered Kim, "but we'll have a chance to get to really know each other ... intimately." She drew Bonnie close.
"I ... I..." Bonnie's words were cut off by an interruption-the sudden appearance of two men barging into the room.
Bill said loudly, "Here they are!" If he was surprised by the sight of the two lovelies nestling together he gave no evidence of it.
The other member of the duo, Pete, was surprised. He was amazed. He was shocked. He stared in open-mouthed, gaping awe at the two girls wrapped up in each other on the bed. He found his voice. "Bonnie! What the hell! What're you two doing?" He frowned severely at his wife.
Bonnie quickly disengaged herself from Kim. She withdrew her fingers from under Kim's bikini bottom and sat up on the bed. Her face was deeply flushed. "We ... er ... that is ... Kim and I were having a girl talk!" The flush on her face deepened.
"Hah!" Pete sounded skeptical. "Seems like you were doing more than talking!" He glared suspiciously. "You been drinking?" He sniffed.
"I had a few." Bonnie decided to change the subject. The shock of Pete barging in was wearing off. She nodded toward the golf clubs they were carrying. "How come you're finished putting so soon?"
"We came over to see if you girls wanted to join us in the pool." Pete frowned and looked at her oddly. "But it looks like we interrupted something."
Bill was a handsome brown-haired, hazel-eyed t w e n t y f i v e y ear old. He was a hundred-and-ninety-pound hunk of maleness and had an impish gleam in his eyes. "We sure did." He poured a round of drinks and handed them out. "I've got a better idea than going swimming, gang."
Pete turned to him. "Oh?"
"I was thinking since Kim and Bonnie were having a bit of girl talk, it might be a good idea if we all sat down and had ourselves a bit of adult talk." He sat on the stool in front of Kim's vanity. "Sit down, Pete." He inclined his head toward the other chair in the bedroom.
"What're we going to talk about?" Pete slid into the chair and faced the girls.
With Bill and Pete facing the girls sitting on the bed, and the men being dressed only in swim trunks, and the girls in very brief bikinis, it made for an interesting discussion group.
Bill, since it was his suggestion, became the group leader. "I kind of think it might be a good idea to talk about what happened last Saturday at Art's party. I imagine you and Bonnie touched on that subject." He glanced at Kim.
Kim nodded. "We sure did." She flashed a smile at her husband.
"Good. We know what we're talking about." Bill chuckled. "You two characters zipped out of the place so fast, you missed out on all the fun."
"I didn't want to leave," Pete said.
"Well, I did!" Bonnie sniffed. "A swap party. Hah! The way that Mike and Joy acted ... ugh!" Bonnie cut loose with an expression of distaste. "It was ... disgraceful!"
Bill leaned back on the stool, a tight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Was it all that terrible, Bonnie?"
"I think it was," Bonnie snapped. "Both of 'em. On the floor. And their own mates looking on!"
"That's just the point, Bonnie." Bill leaned forward earnestly. "Their mates were looking on. Their mates approved of what they were doing. They were enjoying themselves. That's what swapping's all about."
"I still think it's wrong!" Bonnie stuck to her guns.
Bill turned to Pete. "How 'bout you, Pete? You think it's so terrible? You think it's so wrong?"
"Gee, I'm not sure..." Pete was hesitant.
"As long as both the wives and husbands are there watching? As long as the wives and husbands are giving assent? What's really wrong with that?" Bill argued.
"I guess if you put it that way." Pete shrugged his shoulders.
Bonnie preened. Then, seeing all eyes turned toward her, she said weakly, "I still think it's wrong, even if the couples are consenting."
Bill rose and pulled Kim to his side. He slid an arm about her waist. "I guess you two know by now that Kim and I do a bit of swapping."
Pete and Bonnie nodded.
"We first tried it a couple of years ago. We found ourselves getting bored with living the way we were. like too close to each other. You might say we were consuming each other with love. Right, dear?"
Kim nodded and nuzzled closer to Bill.
"One night we took the big step. We'd had a big argument about something I did. We decided to see if swapping could bring us together and keep us together. Well, to make a long story short-it did! I think we love each other as much now, or maybe even more, than we ever did."
"What's all this leading up to?" Bonnie cast a suspicious glance at him.
"I'm suggesting you and Pete give swapping a try."
Bonnie shook her head.
Pete appeared interested. "How? Another party at Art's?"
Bill shook his head. "Why wait?" He cleared his throat and eased Kim forward. "Pete, ole buddy," he said, "how would you like to screw Kim now?"
4
Bonnie hopped from the bed as though she'd been jabbed in the ass with a pin. Her face was hot and flushed. She clenched her fists and darted toward the door. "I'll answer that stupid question!" she thundered, her voice quaking. "No! Not only no, but hell no!" She paused at the threshold. "Come, Pete, we're leaving. I won't stay here with these perverts!"
Pete made no move to join her in her retreat. He continued to sit in the chair, weighing his host's generous offer. Pete's glance roved over Kim's luscious shape. His eyes gleamed and his prick hardened. It had been a very tempting offer.
He was in no hurry to reject the offer offhand as Bonnie had done. Pete wanted to give it more thought. The more he studied the object that had been offered to him, the more his interest grew. The more his interest grew the more his cock grew. It was throbbing hard against his swim trunks. He turned his attention momentarily to his wife, who was still fuming and scowling in the doorway. "Let's at least talk about it, hon."
Bonnie tapped her bare feet on the carpet. "There's nothing to talk about! The answer is no. Let's go," she ordered tartly.
Pete shook his head. "I'm staying and I'm talking about it. You want to leave, you can." Pete glanced back at his choice morsel and her husband. He forced a grin. "You're kidding, ole buddy. You're just making with the joke about me screwing Kim."
Bill shook his head. "It's no joke, Pete. I'm serious." He patted Kim on the ass-cheeks. "Get up there on the bed, dear, and show 'im we mean business."
Kim needed no further urging. She went to the bed, quickly removed her bikini, and bounced onto the bed. She lay on her back, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and held her hands toward Pete. "C'mon, lover boy. I'm ready!" She ran her fingers suggestively around and about on her golden-haired twat.
Pete wet his lips. "My God," he murmured, awe in his voice, "you're a real blonde!" His prick bounced out further against his swim trunks at the blonde revelation. Almost in a trance, Pete edged toward the bed. It was as though he were drawn by a magnet-a golden-haired, curly magnet that smelled very nice and looked so lovely.
On his way to the bed, Pete shoved his swim trunks down and kicked them away. He knelt on the bed and peered down for a closer inspection of the golden-haired pussy. Gingerly he touched it as though he were afraid it would fly away and his dream bubble would burst. His mouth watered. Wave after wave of passion engulfed him. He knelt between Kim's legs. He still didn't believe this was happening. He expected any moment to feel Bill shoving him away and telling him that it was all a joke.
He glanced toward Bill. The guy was moving toward the bed, a big grin on his face. "Fuck 'er, Pete," encouraged Bill. "Fuck the hell out of 'er." He patted Pete encouragingly on the hairy ass-cheeks and eased him forward. "Don't be bashful. Ram it into her."
"Don't you dare!" Bonnie, seeing that her invitation to Pete to join her in the exodus from the room had been ignored, stood beside Bill, and she was glaring. "Don't you dare fuck that filthy bitch!"
Torn between two conflicting sets of orders, Pete hesitated. Every fiber in his being urged him to swoop forward and shove his big cock into that inviting, tiny golden-haired cunt.
On the other hand he dreaded incurring the wrath of the lovely girl he'd married. Not once, since he'd tripped down the center aisle with her murmuring his I do had he had such an overwhelming desire to get into smother girl's panties. Up until now he'd been fully and completely satisfied with Bonnie. He hadn't even given much thought to what it might be like to fuck another girl.
Lately, however, he'd been getting an itch. Other girls began looking good to him again. A year of marriage to the same girl, a year of screwing the same old cunt, mouth and ass-hole was beginning to take its toll.
Pete, the ex-college football star, until his marriage to Bonnie had been quite a coxswain. He'd had his share of girls-blondes, brunettes, redheads. He'd sampled freely of all of them. Now, for the past year his diet had been restricted to one lovely brown-haired girl. It had been a long year. A wonderful year. But it had been a long time to be with just one girl.
Lately Pete had been pondering very seriously the idea of swapping. He knew his friends were swappers. Even the guys at the office where he worked bragged about the parties they attended, with or without their wives. He had been feeling left out of things. That's why he had accepted the chance to go to Art's party. This had turned out to be a fiasco.
"Pete!" Bonnie's sharp word interrupted his raging thoughts. She glared and stood with arms akimbo. "Don't you touch her!"
"Aw, hon!" agonized Pete. "Why don't we at least give it a try? C'mon, hop up here on the bed and let Bill screw you while I'm screwing his wife." He forced a disarming smile. "Please? Just this one time? If we don't like it, it'll be the last time."
"Good thinking, ole buddy!" Bill applauded Pete's logic. He quickly slid from his swim trunks, showing that not only was he in accord with Pete's line of thinking, but that he was also ready for the event. His huge prick surged outward eagerly. He smiled at Bonnie. "C'mon, Bonnie. Let me shove this big bastard in you."
"Yeah, let 'im," encouraged Kim, easing her pussy forward and trying to latch onto Pete's cock, which was close to her snatch. "You'll like it. We'll all have fun." She succeeded in getting the head of Pete's prick started into her blonde-haired pussy.
Bonnie, the only one still dressed, turned her glare on all three of the nudists. She sensed they were awaiting her next move-a move that could make or break the swap session. Her glance settled momentarily on Bill's hard cock. She was impressed. Bill was even larger than Pete! For a long moment she almost yielded; then she stiffened. She shook her head. "Pete Upson," she intoned flatly, "I'm asking you for the last time-let's get out of here. I don't want to swap. You either leave with me, right now-or I'll leave by myself!" The implied threat in her voice was indicative of her discontent with his actions. It implied dire results for him if he didn't hop up and leave with her.
Pete digested her threat. He wavered. He felt the head of his cock partially imbedded in the golden-haired pussy. He started reluctantly to withdraw. Then he glanced into Kim's taunting eyes. He heard her murmur under her breath, Chicken! He stiffened. He eased the head of his cock back in, plus another inch or two. Turning to Bonnie, he said, "I'm going through with it, hon. I've been wanting to try this swap game for weeks. I won't be satisfied until I do. Are you going to join me?" He eased a few more inches into the lovely cunt.
Bonnie sucked in a deep breath. Her eyes widened as she watched her husband's prick sliding into the blonde's pussy. A feeling of despair and frustration welled up inside her. She moaned inwardly. Damn him. She had given him a year of complete happiness and this was how he paid her back. She drew herself up haughtily and gave him a withering glance. "I'm leaving, Pete. Don't you ever talk to me again!"
Holding her head very high, Bonnie stalked from the bedroom and slammed the door. Still with head high and morals intact she left apartment 2A and entered her own apartment. Her fingers were shaking and the sobs finally came in a torrent. She poured herself a drink and plopped onto the sofa to await the arrival of Pete.
She had no doubt he'd come barging in within a few minutes. He'd be loaded with apologies and begging forgiveness. She'd pretend to be real mad at him this time. She'd make him grovel at her feet and be very penitent before she'd reluctantly agree to forgive him. She'd make him vow never to do such a thing again. Bonnie almost smiled as she contemplated the punishment she'd mete out to her errant husband. She'd make him sweat and squirm for a long time. She'd use this as a club over his head every time he'd get the urge in the future.
The sobs stopped. She dabbed at her eyes, then downed her drink and poured another. She sat back on the couch and glanced at her watch. A tight smile crept across her face. Right now he should be leaving Bill's apartment and be heading this way. Any second now he'd barge into this living room and start with his apologies. Any second now...
The seconds ticked by. The minutes joined the seconds. The tight smile on Bonnie's face gave way to a frown. He should be here by now.
Unless...
Bonnie tried not to think of the alternative. That he might have actually gone through with screwing Kim!
Five minutes dragged by. Then ten. Then fifteen. The frown on Bonnie's face deepened. Could she have misjudged Pete? Could it be that their consuming love for each other had failed this crucial test? The thoughts whirled in Bonnie's mind. Her feelings of triumph and meting out punishment to him turned to apprehension. He should have come long ago.
Or could it be that he had actually come-in Kim! This horrifying thought persisted. He had stayed too long. And having stayed so long, there was only one reason. He had made up his mind to go through with it, despite her objections.
Bonnie paced the floor. She kicked savagely at the unoffending furniture. Damn him. Damn him. Her thoughts raged. She'd kill him. She'd clobber him. Her thoughts reached a maniacal peak as she contemplated ways and means of getting rid of her cheating, two-timing husband. The no-good, lousy bastard! He deserved to be shot.
The rage began to abate with the passage of time and the downing of a few more drinks. She recalled her conversation with Kim at poolside. How Kim had mentioned her feelings the first time she found out Bill wanted to be a swapper. How Kim had felt the urge to shoot Bill full of holes, too.
The effect of the drinks and the recalling of events tended to cool Bonnie's rage and disappointment. She knew that most of her anxiety and unhappiness stemmed from one basic fact: After a year of a very happy marriage, her beloved husband was giving with the signs of discontent. He was getting the itch, as Kim had called it.
Bonnie was still a teenager. Still a very immature girl. But she was woman enough to know how men reacted when they got the urge. Pete would be especially vulnerable. He was a handsome hunk of man. He had been idolized by girls since he was old enough to know the difference between boy and girl. He gloried in the attention thrust upon him by girls. He was vain and proud of his maleness.
She had succeeded in holding him in check for a full year. A gloriously happy year of marriage. Now he was beginning to stir. To show signs of discontent. To feel the need of being wanted by other girls. It was like a virus. It had to be driven from his system. The only antidote that would work apparently was to let him sample another girl. Then, having sampled another girl, it would be up to her to keep him from getting the itch again.
Bonnie forced a rueful smile. Perhaps she'd been too hasty, too domineering in her approach to this problem. She had practically dared him to stray from the straight and narrow. He had accepted the challenge. He was just bullheaded enough to try it. To defy her. To prove his manhood.
Bonnie glanced at her wrist watch. A half-hour gone by. That should be more than enough time for him to prove his manhood. She'd go over and confront him. She'd have a showdown right in front of his friends. By now, he should be in the mood for a compromise. To promise anything.
Bonnie stalked from her apartment and reentered 2A. She could hear the sound of laughter and gaiety from Kim's bedroom, indicating that the swap party was going along quite well-without her.
She frowned and hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. Judging by the sounds of merriment, could it be that Pete wasn't quite ready yet to be penitent? Maybe she should wait awhile. Until the bastard was thoroughly and completely pussy-whipped.
Her curiosity got the better of her as the giggling and chuckling grew in intensity. What the hell were they doing to each other? She shoved open the door and stepped in. A gasp of surprise blurted from her lips.
Pete was lying on his back on the bed, sprawled forward. Kim was on top of him, on her back. She had her legs spread apart and Pete had his cock shoved upward into her exposed cunt from between her ass-cheeks. He was holding on to Kim's voluptuous titties as he was ramming his prick upward into her cunt from this unusual position.
Kim had her face turned toward Bill, who was kneeling beside them. He was shoving his fat cock in and out of Kim's mouth. She was gurgling, laughing and at the same time moving her cunt up and down to accept Pete's prick from underneath. All three fuckers were laughing up a storm as they tried to satisfy one another without letting the cocks slip out of the target areas. That was the cause of the amusement.
Each time a cock slid out, they squirmed around until Kim recaptured it. The three participants in the unusual sex scene were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Bonnie stared in shocked surprise. The feeling of discontent within her grew as she observed Pete's hard cock sliding in and out of Kim's cunt.
Her abrupt entrance and gasps of surprise caused a halt in the activities. Bill disengaged his cock from Kim's mouth. Kim eased forward until Pete's cock slid from her cunt. A heavy silence hung in the air as the four people stared at one another.
Bill was the first to recover. Clearing his throat, he hopped from the bed and headed toward the end table with the drinks. He smiled. "I told you guys she'd be back." He poured a round of drinks, and handed one to Bonnie.
Bonnie accepted it and sipped it mechanically. She was still somewhat stunned by the sight she'd witnessed. Pete didn't appear to be in a contrite or sorrowful mood.
Pete forced a smile and sat up in the bed, gently easing his fucking partner aside. "Hi, hon. You came back to join us?" His voice was filled with hope.
Bonnie sucked in a deep breath and a few ounces of the fiery liquid. His words filtered through her tortured mind. It hadn't been her intention to join them at all. She had swooped in like an avenging angel, ready to forgive and forget-after reading the riot act to Pete.
The sight of what they'd been doing to one another intrigued her. It looked like it might be fun! Bonnie tried to reject the alien thought. To get her mind geared up to the tongue lashing she'd been figuring on administering to her bastard. She stood rooted to the spot. The hot words she'd mulled over in her mind refused to come forth.
Pete had that look on his face-the look of the small boy who'd been caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. The shy smile. The look of guilt.
Bonnie choked back the words that were about to spill forth-the harsh, heated words. She knew now they'd be wasted on Pete. He'd gone too far. For him there was no turning back. He'd crossed over the line. He'd made the first move. Bonnie wet her lips as the feeling of defeat swept through her. She'd fought the good battle, and had lost. For over a year now, she'd been true to her husband. She had given in to his every base desire and lust. She had serviced him well.
Now this was how he repaid her! Shoving his cock into another girl's cunt.
It was distressing. Shocking. Demeaning. She had failed him. He still wanted other girls. The feeling of frustration and defeat welled in her. She beat back a sob and sipped at the whiskey. Her glance swept to Bill, who was making with the small talk and trying to cover up an awkward situation. The sight of the man who'd been indirectly responsible for Pete's downfall brought a frown to her face.
The frown changed to one of reflection as her glance fell on his swaying prick. The despair began to lift from her heart. The lustful thoughts that had been gnawing at her insides since she'd barged in and seen the unusual sex tableau began to stir anew. She began heating up. The sight of the naked men and the naked girl had the effect of warming her and causing flashes of passion to sweep through her.
Pete wanted to swap. He was bound and determined to have his way. Apparently nothing would change his mind. He was a knot-head. A bull-head.
With a tight smile on her face she eased toward Pete.
He paled and shrank back from her apparent wrath. "What're you going to do, hon?" His voice contained a small measure of fear.
Bonnie stood directly in front of him. She placed her hands on her hips, atop the rim of her bikini bottom. She smiled enigmatically. "I should slap you, Pete. I should slap hell out of you for what you've done..."
Pete nodded glumly. "You should," he admitted truthfully.
"But I'm not going to." Bonnie eased her bikini bottom from her glorious hips. She slid from it and kicked it away. Next, she removed her bikini top. She was now in the uniform of the day-stark-naked!
She smiled at the trio of lustful people. "I'm a firm believer in an old saying: 'If you can't beat
'em, join 'em' ! " Having delivered her motto, she turned to Pete. "You want to be a swapper, damn you! Okay by me! I'll join you!" Pete sighed his relief.
Bonnie turned to Bill. "How 'bout doing me like you were doing Kim a few minutes ago? That looked like it was fun."
"Good thinking, Bonnie!" Bill eagerly bounced over to the bed, lay back on it and positioned himself. "You back into the right position, dear," he directed, holding Bonnie by the hips and easing her back into position. "You squat down, back to me; keep your legs spread aside. There, that's the way. Careful now, you don't dislodge yourself. Now hold that 'til I get my cock in position at your cunt." Bill squirmed around until she was squatted on his cock, her back to him. He held tightly to her tits for leverage.
Bonnie squished her tight little pussy onto Bill's rock-hard prick. It went in with a great deal of effort and pushing on his part.
"Damn, but you're a tight one, Bonnie!" Bill chuckled happily.
Bonnie giggled as she felt his huge cock sliding into her cunt. This was the first time she'd ever been fucked in the cunt from the rear. It hurt, but she adjusted. She laughed and giggled as she squirmed around, trying to keep his cock deeply rooted in her twat in this unusual position. She understood now why there had been so much laughing and giggling before when she'd been outside the door listening. "Got it!" she cried triumphantly, sinking deeper and deeper onto his surging cock. "Wow, it feels so big!"
"Move slowly, doll," Bill cautioned, "and lean way back and over to the side. Now, you hop up on the bed, Pete, and let her suck your cock while I fuck 'er cunt!" Bill directed the action.
Pete gleefully hopped onto the bed. He aimed his cock toward his wife's mouth.
Just before she accepted it into her mouth, Bonnie gave him a fleeting glance. She smiled sweetly. "You bastard," she breathed. "You want me to be a swapper! You'll be damned sorry you started this! You'll regret this one of these days."
Bonnie smiled to herself when she saw the look of anguish that swept to his face at her words. It would give him something to think about. She gathered his stiff cock into her mouth and sucked lustily.
5
For the next few weeks, Bonnie gave Pete the silent treatment. She was extra polite to him. She maintained a stiffness of attitude that was bound to bug him. She had made up her mind to make him suffer and squirm. To suffer the pangs of regret for forcing her into becoming a swapper. He'd been the one who'd caused this rift in their marital bliss; therefore, she reasoned, he should be the one to suffer.
The first thing she did was cut off his" usual nookie quota. Every time he tried to nuzzle up to her and get his end wet, she firmly but politely informed him she wasn't in the mood. After a few futile attempts and getting rebuffed, Pete finally gave up in his attempt to get her in a screwing mood.
It developed into a waiting game, with Bonnie having the upper hand. She went to work as usual. She came home, cooked dinner and served her lord and master as usual, with one big exception. The small talk, the laughing and giggling that usually accompanied their meals was lacking. She was civil to him-barely. She answered his questions in monosyllables. She avoided extra conversation and moved into the spare bedroom.
She could tell her actions were infuriating Pete. He was a proud man. A young man used to having his own way, like a spoiled brat. Bonnie figured a good dose of this silent treatment would be good for him. He would think twice before jumping off the deep end again as he'd done at Bill's-not that Bonnie hadn't finally enjoyed the initial swap session. Once she'd gotten heated up and had entered into the spirit of things, she'd really loved it. It had been quite a thrill getting banged by another man for a change-another man with an even larger cock than Pete's.
Bonnie couldn't find fault with that part of the ' session. What irked her was the fact that Pete was the first to break the marital vows. It had come as an extreme blow to Bonnie's ego to find out that Pete would even consider screwing another girl. That had been a crusher and he should pay through the nose for doing it.
He was about ready to climb the walls by now. Her frigid treatment was having the desired effect. Bonnie decided that after this weekend she'd let him off the hook. She'd exact a promise from him that there'd be no more hanky-panky. That they'd continue their married life as it had been before the swap session.
It was early Saturday morning. Pete was stirring about, eating breakfast and getting ready for his usual Saturday of golfing. This time he was going with Bill, also an avid golfer. They were going to the country club. It was an hour's drive there, and an hour's drive back. Plus several hours at the golf course. The boys would make a full day of it. They wouldn't be back until late evening.
Bonnie didn't mind Pete's hang-up on golfing. She rather enjoyed seeing him leave Saturday mornings and be gone all day. It gave her a chance to catch up on her household chores, her washing and ironing and just a chance to be alone with her thoughts.
Pete finally was ready to shove off. He turned to her, an expectant look on his face and his lips puckered. "S'long, hon."
Bonnie ignored his puckered lips. "S'long." She walked into the kitchen and he slammed out the front door. A tight smile hovered at the corners of her mouth. Tonight, she vowed inwardly, she'd let her hair down. Tonight she'd end the feud. She hummed a happy tune while washing the breakfast dishes. Pete, she thought, you've suffered enough.
The ringing of the phone startled her. Picking up the receiver, she mumbled, "Hi?"
"Hi, darling." It was Kim. "Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing much. Just cleaning up the kitchen."
"C'mon over. The boys just left in Bill's car. They'll be gone all day. Scoot on over."
Bonnie hesitated. She'd been planning on getting so much done. On the other hand, it could wait. "Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes."
Bonnie was dressed in her nightie and housecoat.
She debated whether to get dressed, decided against it, and fluffed back her hair after brushing her teeth and refreshing herself in her bathroom. It was too early in the morning to be formal. Kim's apartment was just across the patio. A short distance.
The apartment complex consisted of ultra-modern efficiency units. Two and three-bedroom affairs, one story' high and each unit was like a separate house, though they were attached. The rentals were very high, but the goodies the tenants got for their money more than made up for the extra expense. Large, airy rooms, tastefully furnished, air-conditioned, and with all the built-ins imaginable. In the center of the huge U-shaped area was a large-sized swimming pool, a putting green and in back were tennis courts, a picnic area, badminton sets, volleyball facilities and a shuffleboard setup.
It was an ideal setting for young married, single girls and boys and a few not-so-young couples who tried to keep pace with the youngsters. Informality was the keyword of the place.
Bonnie stepped across the patio and after ringing Kim's doorbell to let her know she was there, she shoved open the door and stepped in. Placing her purse on an end table, she called out while she headed toward the kitchen, "It's me."
"I'm in here." Kim's voice replied.
Bonnie entered the kitchen. The cheery greeting she'd been about to cut loose with died on her lips. She gulped and gawked. Kim was in the kitchen allright, doing the dishes.
Kim was also stark-naked!
Bonnie gulped, then found her voice. "Kim! What're you doing without your clothes on?" Bonnie's voice registered amazement.
Kim chuckled. "Come in, darling. Sit down. I'll pour you a cup of coffee." She proceeded about her business as usual, pouring her friend a cup of coffee. Then she chuckled. "I often take my clothes off while I'm alone," she explained. "It gives me a sense of freedom. Of liberation, you might say." She grinned. "like women's lib."
"But. . . but ... " Bonnie put some sugar and cream into her cup of coffee. She stared in disbelief at her nude friend. The initial shock began to wear off. Kim in the nude was a lovely sight to behold. Bonnie would be the first to admit that. But to parade around naked. Here in her own apartment. Who was Kim trying to impress?
"Relax, darling." Kim's low, throaty voice was filled with overtones of amusement. "Don't look so shocked. Haven't you ever strutted around your place naked?"
"Only when I'm taking a bath, or am with Pete. Never ... like this. In the middle of the day. I'd be embarrassed."
Kim grinned. "I'm a nudist at heart. You know that Bill and I go to a nudist camp many times during the summer months."
"I didn't know that."
"We sure do. We're members of a group that meets at Mays Landing. We spend weekends there. We take our vacations there. It's fun. You and Pete ought to join." Kim finished her coffee, rose and put the cups in the dishwasher. "Come, I'll show you some pictures we have of the camp, and ourselves."
Bonnie followed her naked friend into the living room. She sat on the sofa while Kim burrowed through a drawer in a table. She watched in silent amazement while Kim wiggled around trying to find the photo albums. Kim's bare ass was weaving in the breeze, and from the way she was squatting in front of the table, Bonnie got a bird's-eye view of Kim's cunt. She could clearly see Kim's wonderful golden-haired pussy. She observed the moist slit, thinly covered with hair, twitching with every movement of Kim's legs. The folds of Kim's crack opened and closed with every movement of her body.
Bonnie sighed. This wasn't the first time she'd had such a close-up view of her friend's snatch. The other time she was staring at it, Pete's big cock was sliding in and out of the tight hole. A few weeks before when she'd been initiated into the art of mate swapping. The sight of Kim's twitching twat heated her up. Bonnie wet her lips. This girl was so casual. She had absolutely no sense of shame.
"Ah, there it is!" Kim stood up, clutching a photo album. She handed it to Bonnie and sat next to her, rifling through the pages. She bent forward, her naked body rubbing against Bonnie's fully clad one. Kim explained the pictures. "There's a view of the place. There's the main clubhouse. That's where we eat and dance, and those rooms attached are the rentals." Kim continued to turn pages and point out the items. "Over there's the lake.
Swimming. Boating. And there's where wo do a bit of hiking."
Bonnie glanced, fascinated, at the pictures. After the first few scenic views she noticed that most of the other snapshots had people in them. She also noticed that the people were naked as jay birds!
Bonnie finally paused when the people in the picture became familiar. She pointed. "That's you!" It was the photo of a girl climbing a tree. Under the girl was a handsome young man looking upward. His glance was in direct line with Kim's bare ass! The young man was naked.
"Yep, that's me. I'm quite a tree climber. Bill took that picture." Kim turned the page. "Here's another view. That's when I reached the branch."
Bonnie gulped. Kim was seated on a branch. Her legs were spread wide, completely exposing her cunt. The same young man was still looking up at her. But this time, instead of getting a nudist's-eye view of her cute ass, the young man was staring directly into her twat. "Bill took that picture!"
Kim chuckled. "But of course. We take lots of pictures of each other!"
Bonnie stared. Then a thought struck her. "How come that young guy's-" She broke off, flushing.
"Cock isn't hard?" Kim finished the sentence. "Shucks, darling, you're thinking just like everyone else about nudism. You think it's just one big glorious fucking party."
Bonnie nodded. "That thought did cross my mind."
"Well, I've got news for you, darling. That line of thinking is wrong. Dead wrong. It gives nudism a bad name. Here, leaf through this book. If you can show me one picture where a guy has a hard-on, I'll eat it."
Bonnie leafed through the album. In picture after picture she saw naked men, women and children. Prick after prick came into view. But Kim had been right. There wasn't a stiff prick in the group. The cocks were all limp and hanging naturally. Bonnie was impressed. "How come? How can the men be with naked girls and not get aroused?"
Kim smiled disarmingly. "A true nudist doesn't concern himself with sex as such. That's the furthest thing from their minds. All the people want to do is commune with nature-in the raw. Some people bring their families. Little children. Babies. There's this sense of freedom of being without clothes. It's exhilarating." Kim closed the book and replaced it. Turning to Bonnie, she grinned. "Why don't you take off your clothes, darling? We'll parade around the apartment naked today."
Bonnie flushed. "Gee, I couldn't do that. What if someone popped in?"
"I'll take care of that!" Kim snapped the lock on the door. "Now, we have complete privacy. The door's locked, the shades are drawn. No one can see us. C'mon, strip." A tight smile played at the corners of her mouth.
Bonnie hesitated. At heart she was an introvert. Kim was decidedly extrovert. The sight of the nude, adorable blonde girl excited her. Kim had such a lovely shape. Her breasts were large, creamy, pinkish-white melons with cherry nipples on a small sea of darker pink skin.
Bonnie and Kim were about the same size, shape and prettiness of face. There was but one notable exception in their appearance. Bonnie was a brown-haired, brown-eyed darling with a sizeable mat of curly brown hair surmounting her cunt. On the other hand Kim was a natural blonde, with a large mop of golden hair atop her head and a large area of golden hair atop her tight pussy. She was slightly fairer than Bonnie, who had been sunbathing lately.
Bonnie flushed when she stood naked before Kim. This was screwy. She placed her clothes on the end table near her purse. "Now what?, " She felt kind of foolish.
Kim shrugged. "Nothing special. We just relax. Have a nice visit while we're waiting for our boys. Sit down. I'll pour a round of drinks." She busied herself at the built-in bar.
Bonnie sat back on the sofa. She accepted the preferred drink and sipped at it. She eyed Kim, who had flopped onto an easy chair opposite her. She sucked in her breath at the sight. Kim had casually draped a leg over the arm of the chair when she sat down. She was now facing Bonnie with her feet spread wide, her leg draped over the chair and her twitching cunt clearly visible to Bonnie's startled glance. If Kim was aware of the havoc she was causing in Bonnie's thinking she ignored it.
Smiling casually, Kim said, "What do you think of swapping now, darling?"
Bonnie frowned. "I'm not sure I like it."
"Even after the session we had a few weeks ago?"
"I still think it's wrong!" Bonnie stuck to her guns.
Kim shrugged. "So do I. But let's face up to reality, darling. The men are the real swappers. Personally I could care less if I never attended another party. Sex, I can take or leave. Not that I have anything against it, but I long ago found out the only way to keep my horny bastard happy is to go along with him on it. We've been happy ever since."
"It doesn't bother you to watch him with other girls?"
"At first it bugged me," Kim admitted, smiling ruefully. "At first I felt like killing him, but after a few sessions and getting screwed often myself, I kinda got over the guilt feeling. You'll be the same, once you get into the swing of it."
Bonnie shook her head. "I'm not sure I want to get into the swing of it. I'm figuring on talking Pete out of the swap business."
"Oh?" Kim grinned knowingly. "Lots of luck, chum, but I think you're wishful thinking. Unless I'm wrong, Pete isn't about to be talked out of it. In fact-" Kim broke off.
"What?"
"He and Bill are talking about the next party Art and Joy are throwing. Next Saturday night. Bill and I are invited. I understand Art's already asked your Pete and Pete's promised you'll be there."
"Oh, did he?" Rage welled in Bonnie. Damn him. He was sure of himself, wasn't he?
"Matter of fact," explained Kim, smiling enigmatically, "I understand Art and Joy want you to be their star attraction."
"What!"
"At every party, Art and Joy try to have a special entertainment for openers. To get everyone in the mood. like last time, Joy and that handsome boy, Mike, put on a show. You missed it because you ran out. Man, did they ever put on an act!" Kim smiled at the memory. "Anyway, Art thinks you'll be ideal for a plan he has in mind, what with you being a teenager, and your natural aversion to becoming a swapper. He's got a scheme all cooked up-with you as the star!" Kim chuckled.
"Well, you can tell him to forget it. I'm not about to be there. Neither will Pete."
"You want to bet?" Kim rose, poured another round of drinks and smiled enigmatically.
"I won't be!" Bonnie amended her statement. She couldn't really speak for Pete. He was just knot-headed enough to defy her and go himself.
"Why don't you give it some thought, darling? You know, it could be fun." Kim rested a hand on Bonnie's arm. "Maybe you could go there and show that knot-headed husband of yours that two can play at the game."
"Hmmm. I never thought of that!"
"Come, we'll go to my bedroom. You can help me make the bed." Wrapping an arm around Bonnie's slender waist, Kim led the way to the bedroom area. On the way, the blonde-haired girl let her ringers stray upward, and by the time she was in the bedroom Kim was fondling Bonnie's huge, solid tits. "You like that?" she whispered hoarsely.
Bonnie eyed her sharply. Kim was full of surprises. "Gee, I don't know."
"Any other girl ever touch you like this?" Kim ran her fingers all over Bonnie's tits, her stomach and ass-cheeks. N
Bonnie thrilled at the touch of Kim's fingers. Heat waves swept through her. "No." She didn't back away. She frowned. "I never was naked like this with another girl before."
"Oh, Lordy," Kim breathed. Reaching over, she took one of Bonnie's hands, and said, "Here, touch my breasts." She placed Bonnie's fingers on her huge melons. "Go ahead, feel 'em. They won't bite." She stroked Bonnie's fingers around and about on her round globes. "Feel good?" she whispered, an impish gleam in her baby-blue eyes.
Bonnie nodded. Her face was flushed. She wanted to pull back from this odd-acting girl, but didn't have the will power. She continued to stroke and fondle Kim's titties. They were so smooth, so firm, so soft. So nice. She felt herself melting into a hot, creamy sexpot. "What're you going to do to me?" Bonnie had a vague idea of what was happening. Somewhere along the line in high school she'd read about girls who made love to each other. She'd never encountered it herself, but she'd heard of a few girls in school who, the gossip said, were girls' lovers.
Kim didn't answer. Instead, she eased Bonnie onto the bed. She lay her on her back and spread her legs wide. She lifted Bonnie's knees and stared down at her exposed cunt. Kim wet her lips. Her eyes widened. "Adorable," she murmured huskily, letting her fingers stroke Bonnie's moistness. "Such a pretty pussy. So tiny. So unused-looking. So kissable."
Bonnie stared at the girl. A fear clutched her heart. Kim was acting so strange. "What're you going to do?" Her voice was shaking.
Kim lay flat on top of Bonnie. She bounced her huge tits against Bonnie's huge tits. She bent down until her lips were lightly pressed against Bonnie's. She stared deep into Bonnie's troubled eyes. "I'm going to fuck you, my darling," she breathed, shoving her legs between Bonnie's and allowing her tiny blonde cunt to mash against Bpnnie's tiny brown-haired cunt.
"You're going to fuck me?" Bonnie's eyes popped wide in amazement. "How?"
"With my tongue!" Kim shoved her tongue far out. "Haven't you ever been tongue-fucked by another girl?"
Bonnie shook her head dazedly. "No."
"Then relax, darling. You're in for a treat!" Kim wet her lips with her hot tongue. She shoved it far out and began her tonguing journey into the lovely teenager.
Bonnie tried to relax. Before long she found she couldn't relax, not with a darting tongue being shoved in and out of her hot pussy. The tension left her. Kim had promised this would be fun. She couldn't agree more.
It was fun!
6
Up until the last minute Bonnie tried to get out of going to the swap party. She'd made up to Pete the weekend before, after he'd come back from his golf game and she was still heated up from the tongue lashing Kim had given her. She and Pete had had an old-fashioned session that night and Bonnie had been very happy while servicing her husband. She figured the way she was handling him the next few days that he'd forget all about swapping.
But such was not the case. Pete mentioned he was looking forward to it. He was all keyed up. He, too, informed Bonnie that she was destined to be the star of the show. He even helped her decide what to wear. A slinky gown, maxi length. Bonnie wanted to wear pink panties and bra, but Pete insisted she wear lacy black ones. Bonnie was disturbed by the way Pete acted about the upcoming affair.
It was as though he were looking forward to her getting screwed in public by another man. The thought was disturbing and shocking. Pete had been acting very odd of late. Ever since they'd entered their second year of marriage. What until now had been a happy, wholesome marriage, was turning into a frustrating nightmare. Bonnie had been aware that the first bloom always wore off even in the most ideal marriages, but for hers to take this turn was nerve wracking.
For the first year Pete had been insatiable. He couldn't get enough nookie from her. Four, five times a week he zeroed in on her. He sniffed around her snatch, played grab-ass with her and acted like a kid with a new toy. Bonnie often tried to caution him during the first year that he'd wear himself out, or burn himself out from too much nookie.
Now, since the advent of his swap phobia, he paced himself quite well. He seemed to be saving himself for the other girls. During the past few weeks it seemed he was in Kim's panties almost as much as he was in Bonnie's. They had become quite attached to Kim and Bill. True, Bill had shoved his big fat cock into Bonnie every time Pete was shoving his dick into Kim. So, all in all, Bonnie's fucking quota remained almost the same as during the first year of marriage. The difference being it wasn't the same familiar prick.
Now, tonight she was to be introduced to a new quota of pricks. The thought was terrifying, but exhilarating. Despite her misgivings, Bonnie would truthfully admit she was kind of looking forward to the ordeal. She felt like a virgin on the verge. If only she could be more outgoing, or more extrovertish-like Kim.
Bonnie sighed and tried to act casual when they entered Art's and Joy's apartment and were greeted by the merry-makers.
Art, the handsome actor, and host of the party, gathered Bonnie to him when she entered. The blonde-haired Adonis was already high from a few drinks, since the party had been in progress for some time. He poured Bonnie a drink, then another and still holding tight to her arm for fear she'd bail out again like the time before, he ushered her around the room, re-introducing her to the group, most of whom she'd met the last time.
Bill and Kim. Harry and Alison. Sue and Mike. George and Vicky. Art and Joy, and Bonnie and Pete. A half-dozen merry couples all knowing what was going to happen and charging themselves up for the event.
After the third drink, Bonnie began feeling giddy and relaxed. The warming liquor had the effect of calming her fears, of subduing her inner turmoil, of giving her the feeling of what the hell-it's all in fun. She found herself giggling and laughing at the smutty jokes and didn't even mind the pinches on her fanny by the horny men.
She didn't object when Art led her to the far end of the room where he had a couch made into a bed and the setting arranged like a stage. Two floor lamps were beamed down onto the bed area. Chairs were grouped in front of the bed like a theater effect. Off to the right a stereo was playing mood music. Art doused most of the lights in the room, except for the two that glared down onto the staging area. Standing beside the bed, he called for attention. "Gather 'round, fellow swappers! Find chairs and get comfortable. We're about to begin."
Art waited until the group got settled. Bonnie groaned inwardly. None of the couples wound up with their own mates. She noticed that Pete had latched onto blonde Alison. She was perched next to him on a couch and already she had his prick out and was fondling it. Pete, in turn, had Alison's skirt shoved up above her hips and he was dipping his fingers in her gooey cunt.
The other couples in the room were playing the same games. Finger-fucking and prick pulling. With all this action there was no real rush to come. The swappers wanted to see the big event first. They knew they had all night to shoot their rocks. These preliminaries were simply the warm-up pitches.
Art, seeing that all the others were comfortable, said, with his arm wrapped around Bonnie's waist, "Our little teenaged girl didn't stick around for the last party. I found out later that had been her first swap party and she chickened out. She'd never been had before by any one other than her husband-lucky Pete!" Art held a hand toward Pete and a round of applause greeted him.
"Since that time, she has been prevailed upon to join our group as a regular member. I think it's only fitting that we give her a good initiation tonight. Agreed?"
Another round of applause greeted his suggestion. Art grinned, then motioned for Harry to step forward. "Since Harry had been the one chosen to take care of her the last time, and having been denied this luscious little doll, I think it's only fair that we let him take first crack at our new member."
A chorus of approval.
Bonnie groaned inwardly. She felt an urge to chicken out again. She'd been hoping that handsome Art would be the one to initiate her. Instead, he was palming her off onto chubby Harry Mason. Harry at age twenty-eight was the oldest member of the group and by far the least good-looking. Besides being chubby, he had a bulbous nose, fat jowls and thinning dark hair.
She beat down the urge to flee. Her glance swept to Pete. He seemed totally disinterested in what was happening to her on the stage. Pete seemed to be concentrating on Alison's big, golden-haired pussy. Pete had Alison's legs spread wide, his head was bending low and he was getting a good view of Alison's big, squishy cunt. Bonnie beat back a wail of disgust. Damn him, she thought. I'll show the bastard!
She gave Harry a big smile. "I'm ready." She didn't know what she was ready for, but she'd go through with it no matter what.
Harry pressed his fat lips to hers. "Relax, you beautiful girl," he whispered. "Just do everything I tell you. Don't fight it. Remember the key word-relax. You'll enjoy it, believe me." Harry busied himself with the snaps and zipper at the back of her gown. He seemed in no hurry.
He unhooked the back of her dress and ever so slowly slid the zipper down. He kept up a running commentary during his actions. "How 'bout this gorgeous girl, folks? Isn't she something? And she's still a teenager. It's been quite some time since we've had a teenaged doll in our group."
Harry removed the slinky gown. He tossed it aside. Sucking in his breath like a greedy hog, he quipped as he reached for her melons encased in a black bra. "Wow! What gorgeous tits!" He gazed for a long moment at her swaying breasts behind the thin cloth. He reached up and fondled them, ever so gently. Then he slid fingers around and unhooked the snaps. Expertly he slid her bra from her shoulders.
With a flourish he whisked the bra away and threw it down with her dress. Harry grinned when he heard the murmur of awe welling from the throats of the onlookers. His close-set eyes lit up. He wet his thick lips. "Man, what a pair of knockers!" He grinned. "You sure you're only nineteen, Bonnie?"
Bonnie nodded. She was too scared to trust her voice. A deep flush swept over her. This was embarrassing. She wished Harry would get with it. She didn't like being on exhibition. Someone handed her a drink. She downed it. The liquor had a warming effect. She forced a smile and tried to act as if she were enjoying it. Her knees were knocking and her heart was pounding. She could feel all eyes turned on her. Even Pete had stopped pussyfooting around Alison's pussy and was staring at the scene.
Harry bent low. He opened his wide mouth. He sucked her tits. First one, then the other. He nibbled at her taut nipples. He massaged the wondrous globes. He fondled them. He tweaked them. He cupped them in his big hands. He admired them. He slurped them. He kissed them. He sucked them. He lavishly and thoroughly enjoyed them.
Then, reluctantly, Harry moved downward. He kissed Bonnie's exposed belly button. He ran his fingers around the waistband of her black lace panties.
Bonnie was naked except for her black lace panties. Harry placed one of her feet up on the bed and positioned her so that she was facing the audience. Her lovely smooth white skin was a wondrous contrast to the black lace panties. Harry ran his hands up and down her inner thighs. He ran his fingers around her ass-cheeks; then he bent forward and kissed her on the snatch that was still covered by panties!
Bonnie squealed in delight when Harry's thick lips dug into her lace-covered cunt. She orgasmed and felt his tongue shoving the lace inward as he slurped at the moistness emanating from her pussy. Harry laved her cunt for a few minutes, being careful to move back so the audience could get a good view of what he was doing. He occasionally cut loose with a lewd remark to describe his utter joy at the task he was accomplishing.
He seemed in no hurry. The audience was in no hurry, either.
Harry finally slid Bonnie's sopping-wet panties from her hips. Ever so slowly he revealed her to his captive audience. Her curly hairs came into view as he eased the panties down her wondrous legs. Then he whisked them off and tossed them onto her pile of clothing. Harry stared in awe at her tiny cunt. "My God," he murmured, "such a tiny one." Gingerly and as though he feared he might hurt the tiny work of art, he placed fingers around and about her twitching twat. "Such an adorable little thing. So tiny. So unused-looking. How 'bout it, folks? Did you ever see such a tiny cunt?"
Bonnie wiggled her tiny cunt on his chubby fingers. Heat waves flashed through her. She no longer felt embarrassed. Lustful thoughts swept to her mind. A warming trend seeped through her. She was beginning to enjoy the action.
She reached forward and shoved his fat face onto her hot cunt. "Suck it some more, you bastard!"
"Yes, darling." Harry eagerly dipped his face forward. His fat tongue lashed out and entered her hot pussy. His stabbing tongue greedily licked at the spongy walls of her tight cunt. He eagerly licked at the spasming juices that were filling his mouth as Bonnie came again and again.
Finally she pushed him away, half-laughing, half-crying. "Enough yet. It's so good, it hurts."
Harry smiled. He stood before her and nodded. "Okay, doll. Now it's your turn."
"For what?"
"To give me the same treatment I gave you."
"Oh?" The embarrassment returned. The heat glow faded. Bonnie again felt an urge to flee. She glanced wildly about. She was trapped. The bed was against a wall. The people were in front of her.
She would have to dart through them to reach the door. There was no escape.
Bonnie sucked in a deep breath and another drink that was handed to her. She smiled lewdly. She didn't really want to escape. She reached forward and unbuttoned Harry's sport shirt. She slid it from his hairy shoulders. He was a solid hunk of hairy beast. Dark hair matted his chest. His tits were quite large for a man. His arms were hairy and he was muscular. The sight intrigued her. Harry was much hairier than Pete, or Bill.
Impulsively she swept forward and allowed him to cradle her to his massive hairy chest and shower kisses on her lips. She was beginning to like this guy.
The kisses heated her up. She could feel the bulge in the front of his slacks getting harder. She stepped back and unbuckled his belt. She unhooked the button and, holding her breath momentarily, she bent lower and slid his slacks off. The movement brought her face within inches of his surging cock.
Half-squatted down, Bonnie gasped and gulped in awe at the sight!
The huge, swaying cock dangling within inches of her mouth was without a doubt the largest one she'd ever seen. It was immense! It was longer than even Pete's and Bill's, and much thicker. The cockhead was large and bulbous, like a light bulb, a hundred-watter! Harry's balls were covered with a thick mass of dark hair. His piano-like legs were very hairy. He looked for all the world like a hairy ape with a huge cock!
Bonnie squatted before the man-beast. Her jaw slackened. Her mouth dropped open. The lustful thoughts drove away the momentary feeling of disgust and dismay. The sight of the wondrous wand in front of her face was an awe-inspiring sight. She placed hands on his hairy thighs to steady herself while she continued to stare in awe at his manhood.
She was drawn to the huge cock as if it were a magnet. Hardly aware of what she was doing she opened her mouth and eased forward. Harry had mentioned she should do what he had done to her. She had no desire to fight the order. She kissed the head of the monster. She licked at the cockhead and inhaled the few drops of moisture that appeared from his premature coming.
She took a firmer grip around his ass-cheeks with her hands and let the entire length of the monstrous cock slide into her mouth!
She choked and almost strangled when the huge, surging prick blocked her windpipe and slid down past her tonsils. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried adjusting her sucking mouth to the king-sized cock. Bonnie had sucked pricks before. Often. Pete was a very oral person. So were Bill and Kim. They often interspersed their sexing around with sucking around. Never before, however, had Bonnie had such a large lollipop shoved into her throat.
It took a considerable amount of swallowing, easing around and about and adjusting before Harry's huge cock felt good in her mouth. Finally she stopped gagging and choking and began her task of being a cocksucker. Expertly she drew his hugeness into her mouth. She toyed with his hairy balls. She let her tongue run up and down the length of his shaft. She kissed his hairy balls. She jabbed fingers into his hairy ass-hole.
She had Harry about ready to climb the walls and come in her mouth, when he roughly shoved her away. "Enough yet!" He grinned. "It feels so good, it hurts!" He drew her to him. "Besides which, little doll, I don't want to come in you this way, at least not yet."
"Why not?" Bonnie frowned. She'd been looking forward to getting a mouthful of hot cream.
"We have other things planned for you, my adorable slut."
"like what?"
A twinge of fear swept through her when Harry patted her on the ass-cheeks and led her toward the bed.
A murmur of expectation welled in the throats of those present.
7
Several times in her young life, Bonnie had known the meaning of fear. The cold clamminess that clutches at her heart and sends tremors throughout her body. The moment of suspense while awaiting a fearful event to happen. The nameless dread of expectation and hoping that the terror will go away. While heading toward the king-sized bed in the grip of the hairy monster, Bonnie felt this fear welling within. The nameless dread and terror of things that were about to happen. Things over which she had no control.
The fear grew in intensity when Harry eased her onto her back, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and knelt between her legs. She stared deep into his lustful eyes. She shuddered at the sight of his drooling mouth. She felt so tiny alongside this huge, hairy man. He looked like an ogre at that moment. Beady eyes filled with lust. Sweaty hands pawing at her. Mouth drooling.
Her one hundred twenty pounds of sheer femininity and soft, tender, pinkish-white skin seemed no match for this monstrous two-hundred-ten-pound hairy beast. Bonnie shuddered and stared in awe at his huge, throbbing prick. At the moment it seemed even more gigantic than it really was. The terror built higher. Surely he wasn't going to shove that monstrosity into her. She couldn't take that. It would be a rape. She shook her head and pleaded, "Please don't, Harry, I can't take that. It's too big!" She paled.
Harry grinned. "Hear that, folks?" he chortled. "This adorable little doll thinks my cock is too big!" He put his hands on the enormous tool and teased it forward. "What d'ya think, gang? Am I too big, or is Bonnie too small?" He aimed the head of it forward and teased it against the tiny opening.
"Don't!" Bonnie wailed, trying to pull back. Her eyes wide with fright, she said, "Let someone else take me first. like maybe Bill?" She smiled hopefully.
Most of the group had left their chairs and were gathered around the bed to watch the action. The men eagerly stripped and surged forward. With the exception of Pete, each man was an instant volunteer. "She's right, Harry," Mike said, easing forward hopefully. "You are too big for her-at least for first'crack. Let me break 'er in; then you can have seconds."
"Mike's right," George chimed in, shoving his somewhat smaller cock forward. "I'd like to have first crack at her. How about it?"
Bill and Art joined the growing ranks of volunteers who wanted to take first crack at Bonnie.
Harry winked at the group. "Relax, boys. I'm quite sure our little friend will get over her initial shock. Maybe if I get her primed up...? "
A warming glow seeped through Bonnie, chasing away some of the terror that had possessed her. She was grateful to the men who were so anxious to come to her assistance. She stared at the forest of cocks being waved in her direction. Each cock was bone-hard and eager to take a crack at her crack. She sized them all up and the heat waves increased. The men were all heavy hung. In the background she could see Pete. He, too, was heavy hung, but at the moment he wasn't interested in coming to his wife's rescue. He had Alison laid out on the couch and was sliding his cock into her golden-haired pussy. Bonnie heated up at the sight. But this time the heat she generated was not lustful heat-it was anger!
The terror left her completely. She no longer dreaded the ordeal. She smiled lewdly and began playing with the assorted pricks. "I'm ready for anything, boys. Anything!"
"Good!" Harry, being the guy in the saddle, eased backward a bit, dipped his fat head downward and shoved his fat tongue into her tiny slit. Harry licked voraciously at her cunt. In ... out, he shoved his hot tongue. He massaged her inner thighs with his fingers while he sucked pussy. Some of the other men began sucking Bonnie's tits while Harry sucked her cunt.
She heated up considerably. "Oh, lordy," she moaned happily, while thrashing around under the tongue lashing. "I'm so hot! Aaaaaaaa. . . Ooooooooh..." she whimpered. "I'm ready! I'm ready!"
Harry eased upward with his sucking mouth. He tongued her belly, tongued her titties, tongued her throat, tongued her chin, then pressed his hot lips to hers in a tender kiss.
While he still had his hot lips pressed against her hot lips, his huge cock was being guided into Bonnie's tiny cunt. Assisting in the rape of the teenager were the wives of the men present. Kim had her hands wrapped around Harry's huge prick and was steering it toward the tiny opening. Joy was holding Bonnie's cunt lips apart to help effect the entrance.
Bonnie wiggled and squirmed as the huge cock slowly entered her tiny pussy. She heard her friend Kim say, "Shove it into the good-looking slut, Harry. Make the filthy bitch feel it!"
Harry did. He moved forward and with an effort he effected an entrance. He kept his lips pressed against Bonnie's.
She almost fainted when the huge cock slid in. She felt suddenly faint and weak. The excitement of the rape got to Bonnie. She grew pale and felt herself losing consciousness. She smiled wanly.
Harry pulled his prick out. A worried frown etched his fat face. "You allright, hon?" He peered intently.
Bonnie sucked in a deep breath. She sipped at the drink someone handed her. She could see the worried faces staring down. Strength returned to her. She took another swallow of the whiskey. It fortified her. She shook off the dizziness and feeling of faintness. She smiled. "I'm allright now," she whispered. "For a moment I felt weak."
Harry frowned. "Maybe we'd better not go through with it. Maybe I am too big for you. Maybe you should start with one of the other guys." He hedged backward.
Bonnie grabbed him. She pulled him forward. "No you don't, Horsecock Harry! I want that big thing in me!"
To prove her point, Bonnie eased her throbbing pussy forward and impaled his thick cock with her vaginal lips. She humped upward until the entire length of the monstrous cock was deep within her well. Again she fought off the feeling of pain and faintness while she adjusted to the immense cock. "Wow! It's so damn big!" she whimpered. "The biggest damned cock in the world! C'mon you fat, hairy bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her voice was shrill. Bonnie humped up and down like a demoness.
Harry grinned and stroked her expertly. "You lovely slut! You adorable bitch! You fucking little whore! You tight little cocksucker!" Harry mouthed the obscenities while shoving his huge cock in and out of her widening twat. He kissed her tenderly and shoved his hands under her cute ass-cheeks to assist her in taking him.
Bonnie grabbed him around the neck, wrapped her legs around his hairy legs and shoved him harder and harder into her coming cunt. Again and again she orgasmed as his squirting hose brought joy to her. She showered kisses on his lips. She encouraged him to greater efforts. She exchanged lewd remarks with him. "You big fat bastard! You wonderful guy! Horsecock Harry! Wow! You're sure fucking me like I've never been fucked before! I love it. I love you, you cunt-lapping, whore-mongering bastard!" Words spilled from her lips she had never uttered before, while she thrashed around under the hairy, heavy-hung man.
Harry suddenly stopped pounding cock into pussy. He halted the action before reaching his gigantic climax. With his lips pressed to hers, he whispered, "Now for the next step in the initiation."
Bonnie, still not having reached her gigantic orgasm, tried to encourage him to continue pounding her. She felt disappointment that he should stop at this climaxing moment. She frowned. "Next step?"
Harry grinned. "Remember, you're the star of the show. It isn't fair to the rest of the guys for me to get all the pleasure. So we're going to share you."
"Oh?"
"I'm going to get on the bottom," Harry explained. "I'll turn you over easy, so my cock won't slip out. It'll be you on top, fucking me and taking care of the other guys." He grinned lewdly. "You understand?"
Bonnie shook her head. "Not quite, but I'm willing to give it a try." At the moment she would have agreed to anything, just so she could continue to have this monstrous cock in her pussy.
Harry expertly eased around on the bed until he was the bottom member of the fucking duo. Bonnie lay atop him, her big tits pressed against his hairy chest and her tiny cunt still in possession of his huge prick. She smiled down at him and kissed him. "I'm fucking you now." To prove her point she slid up and down on his massive wand. It felt just as good this way as before.
Harry grinned. Reaching down, he placed fingers on her ass-cheeks and spread them wide, completely exposing her adorable puckered ass-hole.. "Okay, Art," he directed. "Take 'er in the ass."
Art moved forward, licked Bonnie's ass-hole until he had it well reamed and soft and gooey-and smelly. He moved forward into position and entered Bonnie's ass-hole!
Bonnie squirmed and moaned while adjusting to the rear-end invasion. She almost swooned with delight. Two big cocks in her! One filling her cunt to capacity. The other reaming out her ass-hole. She could almost feel the two pricks clashing and almost bumping into each other as the men slowly and gently shoved in and out of their ports of entry.
Bonnie adjusted. She didn't jerk or move hastily. She humped forward and felt the pounding of Harry's cock in her cunt. She eased back and felt the pounding of Art's cock in her ass. Lustful heat waves engulfed her. This was the utmost. Again and again she spasmed and unloaded. Nothing could compare with this moment of ecstasy. It was the ultimate in sheer pleasure and lustful passion. Nothing could surpass this moment.
She pressed her lips to Harry's. "Wow!" she breathed. "This is wonderful. The greatest."
"And this isn't the end." Harry eased her head aside. "Suck Mike's cock, too," he directed.
Bonnie stared in awe when she saw Mike positioning himself on the bed. Handsome young Mike eased his ass up over Harry's face, until his cock was in direct line with Bonnie's mouth. He grinned lewdly. "Suck me off, Bonnie!"
Bonnie followed orders. She drew Mike's big prick into her mouth and eagerly sucked. At the same time she moved her body up and down. This had the effect of allowing Harry's big cock to slide in and out of her cunt and Art's almost-as-big prick to slide in and out of her ass-hole.
Bonnie was taking on three guys at one time!
"Move very slowly, Bonnie," cautioned Harry from his muffled position under Mike's ass. "No sudden jerks, or bounces. Try to keep all three pricks in you. And while you're doing that, you can be jerking George and Bill off."
Bonnie nodded, her mouth too full with cock to talk. She could see George and Bill easing toward her, one on either side. Very slowly, Bonnie eased herself to her elbows, being very careful not to dislodge her fucking crew. She wrapped fingers around George's cock. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around Bill's cock. She smiled happily.
Bonnie was now in possession of five cocks. She was taking care of every man at the swap party, except her husband. She could see that he was taking care of Alison. She could care less at this moment, while she jerked, eased her butt upward, eased her mouth forward and reversed the process of movement. She found that by being real careful and not making any sudden moves she could contain all five cocks.
When a prick did happen to slide out, the male involved quickly shoved back in again.
Harry, the ringmaster, kept up a cadence. He encourage the group. "That's it, gang. Move forward, Bonnie. Now back. Up. Down." He paced his group expertly. "I'm about ready to climax," he murmured. "Let's all come together."
Bonnie relaxed and gathered her brood of cocks to her. Wave after wave of lust swept through her. She was sweating. She felt like a porcupine. She had cocks shoved in her from all directions. like a porcupine had quills, she had cocks.
"Now!" Harry screamed, shoving hard upward.
"Now!" Art echoed, shoving hard downward.
"Now!" Mike echoed, shoving hard inward.
"Now!" screamed Bonnie, trying to shove in all directions at once. She pounded furiously at the cocks in her hands.
All six heated-up people unloaded at approximately the same time. Five hot cocks shot off their loads of thick, creamy juices. Three of the loads shot into the lovely teenager. Bonnie could feel the hot liquid from Harry's squirting hose filling her hot cunt and intermingling with her own hot juices. A wondrous cauldron of hot, steamy love potion intermingling in her once-tight pussy.
She could feel the hot juices from Art's big prick shooting into her once-tight ass-hole .cavity. It intermingled with her gooey shitiness. She wiggled her ass to show her appreciation of Art's offering.
She smiled contentedly at Mike while he unloaded a tremendous load of creamy nectar in her mouth. She swallowed his gook and sucked for more and more.
From the corners of her eyes she could see that Kim and Joy were giving her an assist in taking care of Bill's and George's squirting cocks. Kim was sucking George off and Joy was sucking Bill off.
For a long moment the swappers serviced each other. Then at last, nature took its toll. The pricks softened and grew limp.
Harry's proud monster, now but a weak replica of its former greatness, plopped from Bonnie's pussy, looking sad and dejected.
Art's once proud prick flopped from Bonnie's ass-hole. Art's cock was now soft and brownish in color, indicating that he'd been pounding shit.
Mike's suckable cock drooped from Bonnie's kissable lips. Mike smiled wanly as he removed his wand from her mouth.
Bonnie lay on her back, legs spread wide, knees lifted and a big smile on her face. She stared upward at the pussy-whipped men. "That was fun. Let's try it again," she giggled, and hopped to her feet.
She strode over to where Pete was still working out on Alison. "Did you see me in action, dear?"
Pete shook his head and continued to pound into Alison's twat. "I kinda missed out on it," he confessed. "I was kinda busy with this lovely blonde."
The glow of pride Bonnie felt seeped away. She'd been proud of the way she'd handled herself. She wanted Pete to share in her moment of glory. At the moment he was totally unconcerned. It was frustrating.
Casting a glare of disapproval at him, she returned to her group. She smiled at the pussy-whipped men. Thrusting her titties outward, and moving her snatch forward suggestively, she said, "Now what? I'm hot to trot."
"The boys aren't!" Joy inclined her head. The boys were trouping off to the bathrooms to refresh themselves and wash off the ravages of the ordeal.
Bonnie sighed and watched sadly while the men left the room, their cocks drooping.
Joy giggled and pulled Bonnie to her ample bosom. "You naughty girl!" she chided. "You've ruined our men, for at least an hour. It'll take 'em that long to get recharged. You sure got 'em hot!" Joy ran her hands down Bonnie's tits and rested her fingers on Bonnie's still-throbbing cunt. "This little item sure set the boys off. I've never seen 'em so charged up before. Every one of 'em will want a crack at this tiny pussy before the night's over."
Bonnie flushed. "Do you girls mind?" She wanted to remain friends with these lovely girls.
"Of course we don't mind! That's what swapping's all about." Joy pressed her lips to Bonnie's to indicate there were no hard feelings.
"Gee, I'm glad." Bonnie relaxed. She liked the feel of Joy's soft fingers toying with her.
"But since you were a naughty girl and took care of all our men at one time, you'll have to pay a penalty." Joy grinned.
"A penalty?" Bonnie frowned.
"Yes, darling. You'll now have to take care of us girls!" She led Bonnie toward the mussed-up bed.
"What?" The frown on Bonnie's face deepened. "How?"
"You fucked the boys," explained Joy, smiling impishly. "Now, you'll have to suck the girls!"
Joy hopped onto the bed, spread her legs wide and lifted her knees. She was joined by Kim, Sue and Vicky. All four girls lay flat on their backs, legs spread wide, knees up and cunts completely exposed.
Bonnie stared in awe at the exposed cunts. Golden-haired Kim. Red-cunted Joy. Brown-twated Sue and black-haired Vicky. Four lovely works of art. Four beautiful mounds of delight. A sight that would send a normal man to muttering words of happiness and turn a sane man into a babbling idiot. Four tight cunts. Four slits of moistness, ringed with assorted colors of hair. Four puckered ass-holes clearly visible under the lovely slots.
Four twitching, squiggling holes of assorted sizes with four pairs of girlish hands toying with the hairy mounds and humping upward invitingly, seeking Bonnie's lips.
Bonnie stared in awe. Not being a man she didn't feel the sense of greatness that would attend this moment. Not being a sane man she didn't turn into a babbling idiot. She stared disinterestedly at the lovely works of art. She knew that between her own smooth, creamy legs she had a work of art that was as lovely, or possibly even lovelier, than any of these. And she had the added advantage of knowing that her tiny work of art was but slightly used in comparison to these well-fucked ones.
The sight of the spread-eagled girls didn't turn her on. Joy's words of lust and invitation to lust churned up inside her mind and caused great distress. Bonnie yearned to become a member in good standing of this swap group. The sampling she'd had of the pricks available had charged her up considerably and she felt an inner urge to get more action when the men recovered from her pussy-whipping.
She knew that the only way she could remain a member in good standing was to keep in good standing with the wives. But to pay such a price? To pay such a penalty?
She stared at the proffered cunts. She stared deep into the eyes of the impish girls. She knew they were testing her, teasing her. Trying to see how far they could drag her down to their level. These girls had been swappers for some time. They had all attended orgies where anything goes. They no longer had any sense of shame. There was no sex act that had ever been invented that these girls hadn't engaged in many times.
Now they wanted her to be a member in good standing. A full-fledged member of the group.
Joy noticed her hesitation. "C'mon, bitch! Start sucking cunt!" Joy's voice was sharp. "You can start with me!" Joy spread her cunt lips wide. "Go on, you lovely bitch. Go down on me!" she ordered.
Bonnie winced at the horrible sight. She could never quite understand why men flipped over girls' cunts. They were gruesome-looking. Hairy, smelly slits. Bonnie had never sucked one before. She didn't feel like starting now. She shook her head. "Do I have to?" She pleaded with her eyes to be excused from the ordeal.
Joy grinned impishly. "No suckee-no more fuckee!"
The other girls nodded assent.
Kim, sensing Bonnie's predicament, spoke up. "C'mon, darling. It's not bad, once you get the swing of it. I suck you off, don't I? You seem to like it when I do you. So c'mon, do us girls." She humped her pussy upward invitingly.
"Yeah, go ahead," echoed Sue.
"Yeah, go ahead, hon!" Pete having shot his wad into Alison had joined the group at the bed. He stared down in interest at the exposures. Even though he'd just come with his rocks, the sight inspired him. His stiffening prick was an indication that he liked what he was staring at.
The other men began drifting back into the room. They gathered around the bed and stared knowingly at each other. Art spoke up, "What have we here?" He grinned.
Joy replied, "I asked Bonnie to pay the penalty for taking care of you boys. She hasn't made up her mind about taking care of us girls!" Joy grinned impishly.
Art nodded. "That's the way we play our swap game, Bonnie." He inclined his head toward the girls, who had been joined by Alison. "No suckee-no fuckee." He wrapped his hands around his stiffening rod. "You want any more of us guys tonight, you'll have to do what Joy says."
Bonnie gulped. The sight of the men brought new waves of lust to her. She noticed that the sight of the girls lying on the bed was beginning to inspire the men. She could see the cocks hardening. She stared at Harry. Already his prick was immense. He winked at her and inclined his head.
Bonnie sucked in a deep breath and sighed. "If I do suck the girls off, can I have my pick of the pricks?"
Art nodded. "You can have any guy you want, or all of us again," he offered generously.
Bonnie sank to her knees. She kept her eyes glued on Harry's big cock as she crawled toward the five cunts. It'd be worth it to wade through these gruesome things to get another crack at Horsecock Harry!
She grimaced and drew in a deep breath as she shoved her face forward, stuck out her tongue and stuck it into Joy's reddish-colored, gruesome-looking cunt.
Bonnie almost chickened out as the tangy, pissy-smelling cunt closed over her tongue. Ugh! like she'd figured, it tasted icky! She steeled herself and bent to her sucking task. Encouraged by the onlookers, she slid her tongue in and out of Joy's cunt and licked all around.
As she licked, sucked and tongued, a change came over her. She no longer felt repelled at the ordeal. She began enjoying it! Bonnie eagerly darted from Joy to Kim, to Sue, to Vicky, to Alison. She went from cunt to cunt and sucked, tongued and licked. With each lick and suck, she began to enjoy the task. She felt herself heating up.
While she was busy with her sucking chores, she felt the men patting her on the ass-cheeks and cunt.
Before long, her sucking had a decided effect, both on the boys and girls.
The swappers were now ready for the rest of the evening. Bonnie, the star of the show, had warmed everyone up. The boys began pairing off with the girls of their choice and heading toward bedrooms.
Bonnie smiled happily when Harry eased her to her feet. She relinquished her tongue grip on Joy's hot cunt and allowed herself to be led from the room-by Horsecock Harry!
Bonnie smiled happily as she wrapped fingers around his huge cock.
8
For several days after the hectic swap party, Pete was a very thoughtful man. Bonnie noticed this change in his attitude and it worried her. Pete was normally an easygoing guy, full of laughter and conversation. A bubbly-type individual who liked to talk and tease. That's what had made their first year of marriage such a happy one. With Pete there had never been a dull moment.
Now that their marriage had entered the second year and he had insisted on the swap phase, Bonnie had sensed a difference in his attitude and behavior. He seemed tense and preoccupied. Bonnie had figured it could be his job. A few pointed questions had dispelled this as a cause. He was doing quite well at his place of work. He was in line for a promotion, which would mean an increase in salary. His mental attitude definitely was not caused by his job.
It was Friday evening. After shoving the dishes into the dishwasher and tidying up the kitchen, Bonnie went into the living room and plopped herself onto Pete's lap. He'd been reading the evening paper and half-watching the news on television. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Bonnie said, "What's with you lately, dear? You've been moping around the house all week."
Pete flipped his paper aside, gathered his beautiful wife to his bosom and pressed his lips to hers. "I have, haven't I?" He smiled wanly. "I've been giving things a lot of thought lately. Let's see, we've been married a little over a year..."
"One year, two months, a week and five days!" Bonnie, a stickler for details supplied the factual data. Glancing at her watch, she added, "And six hours and ten minutes." Glancing at him archly and snuggling up to him, she said, "Why? What's this leading up to?"
Pete flushed. "Well, a couple months ago, I had this bright idea that maybe swapping would help us out. like maybe add spice to our marriage."
Bonnie's eyebrows shot upward. "Hasn't it?" She grinned impishly.
Pete shook his head. "I'm not sure. That party last week at Art's was an eye-opener. The way those guys went for you." He shuddered.
"And don't forget the way you went for Alison. And later on, the way you went for Joy, and Sue, and the way you've been taking care of Kim!" Bonnie's eyes flashed. She wanted to set the record straight in a hurry.
Pete flushed. "Let's not quarrel. I'm just talking." He kissed her.
Bonnie relaxed. She smiled. "I thought for a moment you were trying to lay the blame on me. Don't forget, lover boy, this swapping was your brainstorm. Can I help it if the men flip for me? After all, I'm still just a kid!" She grinned impishly.
"There's no question of blame. I admit it was my idea. What I'm thinking is-should we stop swapping? Do we still need it?"
Bonnie sighed. A measure of discontent welled inside. She had been against swapping from the very beginning. She had tried to tell this knot-headed husband that they didn't need it. Now he was agreeing with her original theory-after they had engaged in the game. Only now, she wasn't so sure she wanted to give it up. The memory of Horsecock Harry, big prick Art, cunt-lapper Bill and the other boys who'd pleasured her so much the past couple of months wasn't easy to forget, or give up. "What brought all this on?"
"I've been having second thoughts about the whole thing. I keep thinking, Dad and Mom have been married for about twenty-five years."
"So?" Bonnie was surprised that Bill should be mentioning his parents. She liked both of them, Joe and Ann Upson. Joe was a handsome hunk of manhood. He was about forty-five and was an older edition of Pete. Tall, dark-haired, dark-eyed and still athletically built. Pete's mother Ann was a strikingly beautiful woman, about forty-two, with brownish-colored hair and a gorgeous figure.
"I always figured them as being squares," explained Pete. "They were like stick-in-the-muds. Always together. Seldom going out. They didn't drink much. I remember thinking they never seemed to have much fun."
Bonnie snuggled deeper into his embrace. "And what's this got to do with our swapping?"
"I keep thinking Dad and Mom were so strait-laced. So square about things. They didn't approve of us modern-day kids. We used to argue about hair styles, permissiveness, free love and all that stuff. I could never see eye-to-eye with their ancient philosophies. I've always been a firm believer in change. Even in change of marriage concepts. This modern business of mate swapping-I'm all for it. Or rather," Pete added sheepishly, "I was all for it."
"Now you're not?"
"I'm not sure. I keep thinking of Dad and Mom married for twenty-five years. They found the secret of togetherness. I imagine they are just as happily married now as they were when they first got married. like we were our first year." Pete fumbled for words and flushed. "What I'm trying to say, hon, is we should try to copy our old-fashioned folks. Just remain like we were the first year of our marriage. Let's forget swapping."
Bonnie slid from his lap. Going over to the built-in bar, she poured a round of drinks. A month before, two months before, she would have jumped up and down in glee to hear him utter these words. She had been against the swap bit. Now, having sampled the game, she wasn't sure she wanted to stop playing. Handing him a drink, she said, "Maybe we haven't given swapping a real test."
"What?" Pete eyed her suspiciously.
"Like, I mean we've gone to a few parties. We mix with Kim and Bill. Maybe if we branch out more."
"You mean line up some new playmates?" Pete frowned.
"Exactly. like maybe we could invite Mike and Sue to our apartment some evening. Or George and Vicky." Bonnie pursed her lips. "I notice a new couple moved into apartment 4A. A young couple. The girl can't be more than eighteen, and the husband looks to be about twenty-one. Maybe it would be fun to see if we can initiate them into swapping. like Bill and Kim got us involved."
Pete shook his head. "That's not what I had in mind, hon." He sat her back on his lap. "I'm thinking we should stop swapping. No more." He pressed his lips to hers. "Let's forget this modern jazz and try being like our old folks. Your parents. My parents. Let's try togetherness again. like before." Pete nuzzled his lips against her neck. He fumbled with her blouse. He removed it. He unhooked her bra.
Bonnie began heating up. The feeling of disappointment that had surged through her at Pete's suggestion that they cut off swapping, began to recede. She knew that the disappointment stemmed from the knowledge she'd no longer be the target for other guys. like the week before when she'd been screwed from every conceivable angle and curve by every man present with an assortment of pricks ranging from rather large to extremely large-Harry's!
Bonnie still tingled all over when she thought of that night. She had been the belle of the ball, and had rung the bells and emptied the balls time and again. It had been a never-to-be-forgotten event. Now Pete was suggesting that those evenings be curtailed and cut off completely.
She removed her bra and shoved her luscious melons to his face. "If that's what you really want, dear."
Pete gathered a big tit into his mouth and nodded. "That's what I want, hon. Just you and me together again. like before. No more swapping?" He bit down on a nipple and eyed her.
Bonnie nodded. "No more swapping, dear." She wiggled her titties around like they were bells, and laughed and giggled while he lunged for them with his mouth.
Pete squealed delightedly as he bobbed for her breasts. He shoved his hands down and removed her skirt. At the same time Bonnie scooted around on his lap and undressed him. She squatted on his lap, facing him, wiggling her tits before his grasping mouth. She could feel his prick hardening under her bare ass. "We'll be so happy again, hon," he breathed. "Just the two of us. Who needs anyone else?"
Bonnie nodded. She was heating up. She eased upward slightly and, reaching down, she guided his stiff prick into her cunt. She settled back on it, and still facing him, she moved up and down while he sucked her tits. Wave after wave of lust engulfed her.
A feeling of contentment swept through her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck when he lifted her upward. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist and his cock still imbedded in her cunt while he eased upward, and still carrying her, he headed for a bedroom.
She smiled. Pete still hadn't lost his sense of humor. He remembered the games they had played. The different ways they'd pleasured each other.
He still loved her.
Pete, with his massive strength, held her before him with her legs wrapped around his waist. He had his hands under her ass-cheeks to support her weight. With his knees slightly bent he continued to shove his cock in and out of her cunt. "like it, hon?" he whispered.
"Love it, you handsome hunk of man!" Bonnie moved forward and back. "Oh, Pete, I'm so happy! Just thinking of all the fun we'll have. Just the two of us."
Pete kissed her. Then he edged forward, moving ever so slowly so as not to dislodge his cock. He eased her onto the bed. Onto her back. They were now in the conventional fucking position. Pete rammed his cock hard into her throbbing pussy. He meshed his tits with hers. He ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you so much, hon," he whispered.
"I love you, dear."
Pete pressed his lips to hers. He stared deep into her eyes. "I'm fucking you, hon. I have my big cock shoved into your tiny cunt."
"Yes. Yes." Bonnie sobbed happily. At the moment she was very happy and contented. It was like it'd been during their first year of marriage. The love and kisses. The togetherness. The spoken words of love.
She met his thrusts expertly. An expertise that had been enhanced during the past few months. As he met her thrusts eagerly, a tiny measure of fear swept through her. A moment of discontent clouded the otherwise happy occasion.
Getting fucked by her own husband didn't have the same impact as getting fucked by Horsecock Harry!
9
Bonnie lounged on the couch after having caught up with her Saturday morning chores. She'd just eaten a light lunch, and now had a whole afternoon to just goof off. She enjoyed these days of rest. It gave her a chance to catch up on her thinking. A chance to write letters to her family. In addition to Mom and Dad she had a married sister and a brother. She kept in touch with them all by mail, and an occasional visit during the summer months, or during the holiday periods.
She was the only one who lived in the city. The rest of her family lived in smaller towns and rural districts. Mom and Dad owned a small farm down south. At one time he'd been a prosperous farmer with a dozen hired hands, plus his kids. Now they were grown up and gone, he'd sold most of his acreage and had settled on the small plot he continued to farm from force of habit. He had plenty of money.
She always tried to keep her letters to her mother on a cheery side. During her first year of marriage, this had been an easy thing to do. Life with Pete had been cheerful and pleasant. The past few months, however, she'd found it difficult to maintain the same pace of cheeriness in her letters. Since she'd become a swapper. She hoped it hadn't shown through in her letters home. Mom was such a worry wart. She'd be the first to sense if there was a crack in her marriage.
Bonnie smiled to herself as she put words on paper to tell her mother how happy she was. The words flowed easily, because she was happy. More so now than ever. She had passed a crisis. The swapping crisis. They had given it a try, had found it wanting and were now back on the straight and narrow track again. What more could a girl want from life?
Bonnie's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her doorbell. She frowned. Probably Kim. Bonnie sighed. It would be tough breaking the news to Kim about the no-more-swapping deal.
Tossing open the door, the big smile on Bonnie's face wilted slightly.
It was Harry and Alison!
She found her voice, and motioned for them to come in. "Hi!" her voice contained a measure of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you two!" This was the first time Harry and Alison had ever visited, even though they lived in an apartment across the patio area.
Harry and Alison entered and sat on easy chairs in the living room. Harry was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a bright sports shirt. Alison had on a blue-colored shorts set that accentuated her blonde loveliness and matched her baby-blue eyes.
"Hi, beautiful!" Harry's beady eyes roved over Bonnie's lovely shape encased in a dark-brown shorts set. "You sure look pretty today." His eyes lit up and he wet his lips. The sight of pretty young teenagers always turned Harry on. He placed several carrying cases on the couch beside him. "My camera equipment," he explained, noticing Bonnie's puzzled glance.
"He's a camera nut," Alison said, sliding into an easy chair and looking Bonnie over from stem to stern with her womanly appraisal.
Bonnie shrugged. "You're going to take pictures?"
"That's why we're here." Harry accepted the drink Bonnie had poured. He peered around. "Where's the lord and master?" He chuckled.
"Pete's gone golfing. He and Bill usually go to the country club on Saturdays. They'll be gone all day. They won't be back for several hours.
"Oh?" Harry's voice fell. He sighed. "Damn, just when I was in the mood for picture-taking."
"You were going to take pictures of us?"
Harry nodded brightly. "I sure was. I always take pictures of our swap partners. I have quite a selection. I wanted to add you and Pete to my collection." He sounded disappointed.
"You mean just plain pictures of me and Pete?"
"Of course not, silly! I mean swap-type pictures. The real thing." Harry chuckled lewdly.
"like pictures of what we were doing last week at the swap party?"
"Right! The real thing. Here, I'll show you a few samples." Harry rooted around in the gear he'd brought with him. He eased a packet of pictures from a carrying case and handed them to Bonnie. "Here's some shots we took at Bill's and Kim's place a few weeks ago."
Bonnie stared. She gulped. Her heart pounded. Her blood raced. The pictures were sharp and clear and in living color. Professional-looking. Crystal clear and every detail was plainly evident. Kim with Harry's big prick in her mouth. Bill with his sizeable cock in Alison's ass-hole. Harry with his staff buried deep between Kim's legs. Bonnie heated up as she fingered through the dozen pictures. "Wow!" Heat waves flashed through her.
"That's what I had in mind when we came here this afternoon. Right after lunch I said to Alison, 'Let's go over and take some pictures of us and Pete and his pretty wife'. "
"Pictures like these?" Bonnie whispered, taking another good look at the lewd photos.
"Yep, that's what I had in mind!" Harry sighed and when Bonnie handed the pictures back he shoved them into the container. "I always get an extra set developed for the other couple. That way, it gives you a chance to start your own collection. Bill and Kim have quite a collection, too. Have they taken any with you and Pete yet?"
"No, they haven't gotten around to that." Bonnie sighed. Now would be the time to explain to Harry and Alison that she and Pete were no longer active swap members, that they'd taken the no-swap pledge. That they were reverting to the old-fashioned concepts of love and marriage. The old-fashioned Mom and Dad concept.
His disappointment, clearly etched in his not-so-handsome face, Harry stood up and began gathering his equipment together. "Damn," he murmured, his voice tinged with sadness, "that's just my luck! I was sure looking forward to a session with you and Pete."
"You were?" Bonnie shared his disappointment. She glanced at the bulge in the front of his shorts.
"Hell yes. I got a hard-on from the moment I thought about coming here."
"You did?" Bonnie sounded doubtful. She glanced meaningfully at him, as if daring him to prove his point.
Harry accepted the challenge in her eyes. He unzipped his Bermuda shorts and dragged his monster into view. It was rock-hard and throbbingly eager. Harry waved it. "See! The bastard's hard, just from my thinking of slipping it into that tight little twat between your legs." Harry waved it lewdly in front of her for a few moments, then he began easing it back into his pants.
Bonnie sighed as she watched the big prick disappear into the confines of his shorts. The sight of his immense rod had heated her up considerably. It had driven all thoughts of her no-swap pledge from her mind. "I ... I..." She told Alison. "Please don't leave. Stick around."
Alison shrugged. "With Pete not here we couldn't have a swap session."
"We couldn't?" Bonnie wet her lips. Alison was so right. It took a minimum of four people to have a conventional swap session. Two men. Two girls. Preferably husbands and wives.
Harry clucked his tongue. "Maybe some other time, darling." He patted Bonnie on her shorts-covered ass-cheeks. "When Pete's home." He turned to Alison. "Guess maybe we can visit Sue and Mike. I know they're home. I saw 'em at the pool. I'd sure like to stick my cock in Sue. Would you like to take on Mike?"
Alison nodded. "Hell yes. You know me, dear. Any prick. Any time. C'mon, let's go." She headed toward the door. "See you some other time, darling," she breathed.
"Wait!" Bonnie stood before them, blocking their way. "Please don't leave. I was thinking-" She broke off and flushed.
"Yes?" Harry eyed her hopefully.
"We could still take some pictures. like of me and Alison doing each other. We can stretch it out until Pete gets here. Then you can take pictures of all four of us." She smiled hopefully.
Harry frowned. He glanced at Alison. "Okay by you, dear? You and this teenaged doll? Doing the lez bit?"
Alison nodded eagerly. "Yes, Yes," she breathed. "You know how much I love to love girls!" Alison drew Bonnie into her arms and led her toward a bedroom. "C'mon, lover boy set up your equipment."
Arriving in the bedroom, Alison turned to Bonnie, a frown etching her beautiful face. "How come you're going for the lez bit, darling? At the party last week you kinda indicated you didn't like making love to girls."
Bonnie smiled. "I want to do something to keep you and Harry here." Her mind raced. She figured she'd manage to have a session with these horny bastards and get them out of the apartment long before Pete came home.
She figured she owed it to herself this one last fling before settling back into the life of chastity and allegiance to one husband. Pete had been the instigator of the swap movement. She'd put the clincher on it. He'd never find out about this last fling. Besides which, Bonnie truthfully admitted to herself, the sight of Harry's huge cock had inflamed her lust and passion to the melting point.
Alison, the experienced lover, moved quickly in on her bird of prey. She gathered the small brown-haired teenager to her embrace and pressed her hot lips to Bonnie's. Her eyes were filled with passion. "You beautiful little girl," she breathed, her voice low and husky. She pressed her sizeable breasts against Bonnie's and unhooked the bra Bonnie was wearing. Deftly she unhooked Bonnie's bra and pulled it from her arms and shoulders.
Bonnie flushed when she was nude to the waist. She was still young enough and inexperienced enough to be embarrassed by nudity. She gulped in awe when Alison quickly stripped herself bare.
The blonde-haired girl was beautiful. Her cunt hair was a golden color. Alison was one of the fortunate girls who didn't need touch-up jobs to be a blonde. She was a natural. At age twenty-seven, Alison still maintained the smooth, pinkish-white, clear, firm skin of a girl much younger. The years had been kind to this girl.
Alison quickly stripped Bonnie's shorts off. She stepped back to admire the view. "Lovely!" she murmured throatily.
Turning to her husband, Alison said, "Get your Camera gear set up. I'm going to start working out on this kid now!" She led Bonnie to the bed and eased her onto her back.
Harry, also nude, and also thoroughly aroused, set up his camera equipment. He had a collapsible tripod, which he placed a camera on. He attached the flash bulb gear and tested it. He zeroed in on the two naked girls on the bed. "All set here. You know what to do, dear. Get into position. I'll let you know when I'm about to snap a picture."
Alison nodded. She was in no rush. She knew they had all afternoon before Pete would come home. Alison wanted to savor this delicious morsel spread before her hungry eyes. She wet her lips in anticipation. She ran her hands along Bonnie's inner thighs and peered down at Bonnie's exposed brown-haired cunt. She drooled at the sight. "Such a lovely sight! So tiny! So cute. So hairy. So unused-looking. So tender." Alison brushed her fingers all along Bonnie's hairy twat. She dipped her fingers in and out of the tiny opening. She tweaked and massaged Bonnie's clit button. She toyed with Bonnie's ass-hole and ran her fingers in and out of the gooey, puckered hole.
Bonnie stared up at the loving girl. Her eyes became pools of lust as Alison's roving fingers toyed with her cunt. She shuddered and moaned in delight. She enjoyed the feel of Alison's soft, warm hands. In the background she could see Harry tinkering with his camera gear. Her mouth watered at the sight of Harry's half-hard prick bouncing around. She felt an urge to reach over and take the cock into her hands and play with it. To bring it to surging hardness.
She beat down the impulse. This was their show. She was the subject. She'd let them do the leading. She'd follow instructions. Willingly. She moaned when she felt Alison's hot tongue dart into her hot pussy. Alison's tongue felt big and hard. She knew that was because her cunt hadn't heated up sufficiently to expand. Reaching down, she stroked Alison's blonde head, that was bobbing between her legs, while Alison licked her pussy. She smiled lewdly at Harry. "Your wife's quite a cunt-lapper," she observed, shoving her cunt hard into Alison's eager mouth.
Harry grinned. "She sure is. I sometimes think she'd rather suck than fuck!" He shrugged indifferently. "Just so she enjoys herself and gets her kicks is all that matters. That's why we get along so good, I guess. She does her thing. I do mine."
"And what's your thing?" Bonnie continued to shove against the back of sucking Alison's head.
"Fucking good-looking kids like you!" Harry grinned and held his cock, aiming it teasingly in her direction. "Think you can take this monster?" He chuckled.
Bonnie's mouth watered at the sight. Her cunt twitched and she unloaded an orgasm into Alison's sucking mouth. "Please let me," she begged.
"We'll see. Maybe when Pete gets here, we'll have an old-fashioned swap party. Me and you. Him and Alison." Harry slapped Alison on the bare ass. "Enough practicing, dear. Time for a picture."
Alison backed reluctantly away from the hot box. "Yes, dear." She'd been at enough picture-taking sessions with Harry to know that her best bet was to strictly follow his instructions. He was an avid camera enthusiast and prided himself on his shots. He was a stickler for details.
"Get off the bed, Alison. I want to take a shot of this lovely kid laying there naked as a jay bird."
Alison hopped from the bed. Harry issued his orders. "Move a bit to the left, Bonnie. That's it. Now spread your legs wider. Ease your head up onto the pillow more. Take your arm away from your tits. Put one arm over your head. The other hand rest on your thigh. Almost touching your cunt. As though you had an itch you were about to scratch. There ... hold it! That's fine!" Harry snapped the picture of naked Bonnie spread-eagled on the dark-colored bedspread with her legs up and her pussy completely exposed.
"Now, lay on your stomach, dear! Spread your legs wide. Turn your head to one side so we'll see your face. Let some of your tit show. A bit more. That's fine. Now, put one of your hands down and spread your ass-cheeks so we can get a good view of that tiny, puckered ass-hole. Splendid! Hold that!" Harry snapped the pose.
"Okay," Harry, the movie director, said, turning to his wife. "Hop up on the bed and let's take a shot of you with your tongue partway in Bonnie's cunt."
Alison expertly positioned herself. She'd been in this pose many a time with a succession of other girls and knew how to get the best pose. With her tongue partially imbedded in Bonnie's tiny box, she stared lewdly into the camera.
Harry snapped the picture. He beamed. "Good! Now you two swap places. Bonnie, you shove your tongue into Alison's cunt like she did to you."
Bonnie frowned. She made no move to position herself. She crinkled her nose. "Gee, I don't want to have a picture taken like that. I'm not a cunt-lapper!"
Harry frowned. "You said you wanted us to take pictures. That's why we stayed."
"But I thought..." Bonnie flushed. "I didn't think you'd expect me to pose as a cunt-lapper. I don't even like to lap 'em."
Harry hesitated; then he smiled. "Okay, dear. We're not going to force you to do anything you don't want." He began unloading his camera equipment.
"What're you doing?" Bonnie was alarmed.
"Getting my gear together. We still have time to go over and visit with Sue and Mike. They're not stuffy. They'll do anything I tell 'em. Come, dear." He patted Alison on the buttocks. "Get dressed. We'll go see Sue and Mike."
"Yes, dear." Alison sighed and tore her glance from the darling cunt she'd been sucking. Obediently she got to her feet and reached for her clothes. The dutiful, obeying wife.
"Wait!" Bonnie hopped up. She placed a hand over Harry's, staying his progress of dismantling his equipment. "Don't go. Please. I'll. . . I'll do anything you say." She hopped back onto the bed, spread her legs and held out her hands toward Alison. "Come, darling," she whispered throatily. "I'll suck you off."
Harry beamed. He reassembled his equipment. "That's more like it." He waved to Alison. "Get back on the bed, dear."
Alison whipped off the panties she'd been shoving onto her legs, and hopped back to her naked friend. She cuddled Bonnie to her and kissed her heartily. "Darling," she breathed, "I love you. I'll give you a good time. I'll make a lez out of you before the afternoon's over. I'll have you begging to suck me off."
"Yes. Yes." Bonnie heated up. The feel of the naked girl and the sight of big-prick Harry was having an effect. Wave after wave of passion swept through her. "What d'ya want me to do, Harry?"
"Move around on the bed. Go down on Alison the way she went down on you. Shove your tongue into her cunt. There. That's a girl!" Harry applauded her efforts. "Shove your tongue in and out a few times to get the feel of it while I focus the camera.
While Harry busied himself with the camera, Bonnie did as directed. She eased her hot tongue in and out of the hot hole. She grimaced at the touch of the moist hole and the pissy smell that assailed her cute nose. She made a wry face as the acrid odor and stinky moistness beat down on her finer senses. Ugh! This was awful. How could anyone in his right mind suck cunts? She dutifully bent to her sucking task, knowing that if she didn't, Harry would remove himself from the premises, taking with him that huge, solid cock that Bonnie had been staring at with longing all afternoon.
The very sight of the massive prick heated her up more than just a little. She wondered if there wasn't some way she could get next to it. Before Pete came home.
Harry, the expert cameraman, directed his subjects. His mind was intent on getting good pictures. He had a lot of money invested in this hobby and he prided himself on his expertise. To him, these two young, nude lovelies were but subjects to be posed. He posed them in various positions. He took shots of them sniffing at each other's ass-holes. Pictures of them sucking each other's tits. Feeling each other. Kissing each other, fingering each other and thoroughly and completely doing the Lesbian bit to each other.
Finally he was satisfied. "Okay, that does it. We'll wrap it up for now. Until Pete gets home. Then we'll get some swap shots of the four of us. You kids can let your hair down and do what you want." Harry went into the living room to pour a round of drinks.
When he came back, he whistled under his breath in surprise. The girls were down on each other. They were sucking each other off-but good. Alison had her tongue shoved deep into the teenager's twat. The teenager had her tongue shoved deep into the older girl's twat. Slurping, sucking noises emanated from the bed as the two girls serviced each other eagerly.
One, an experienced Lesbian. The other, a novice in the art of pussy bumping. The novice was giving a good account of herself. Bonnie slurped and nibbled at the now-tasty cunt she was lapping. Her outlook on cunt-lapping had undergone a change with each shove of her hot tongue into hot cunt. She no longer looked upon this as a gruesome ordeal. She loved every sucking minute of it. She resolved that in the future she would look into this cunt-lapping business and look into more cunts.
The two girls moved around on the bed, fighting for pleasures. First one on the top. Then the other. Tongues darted in on hot cunts. Fingers played with twats and ass-holes. The girls giggled, laughed and slapped each other while spasms of lust and passion swept through their wondrous bodies. Titties bumped and meshed against each other. Lips closed on lips. Kisses were exchanged. Assholes kissed. Cunts kissed. Finger-fucking. Squeals of delight. Moans of happiness.
Harry stared down fondly at the exotic scene. He was proud of his lovely blonde wife with the eager tongue. Many times in the past, Alison had warmed up eager young cunts for him. He loved his wife very much. She made him very happy, especially at a time like this when she had her tongue buried deep in the loveliest cunt he'd ever gazed upon. It had been a long time since he'd had a teenaged beauty like Bonnie under his wife's sucking tongue. He watched and he enjoyed.
Bonnie thrashed around and moaned. "Aaaaaaaaa ... Oooooooh ... I'm gonna come!" she wailed happily, feeling a grand swell of heat welling up inside. "Now!"
She unloaded in Alison's mouth. A tremendous load of creamy, hot nectar. Again and again she spasmed.
At the same time she felt a hot, sticky mess filling her mouth. She gulped and swallowed the gook. Again and again, Bonnie sucked the hot lava and shoved her tongue far into the hot box for more, more, more...
Bonnie eagerly swallowed the gook and unloaded load after load of her come into Alison's greedy mouth. The two girls thrashed around, dipping in their tongues for more and more of each other's nectar. Both girls were on cloud nine and reaching for the stars.
Finally the wells dried up. The thrashing, grinding bodies stopped moving. The girls lay side by side, too happy and contented to move. They smiled at each other. Tender, loving smiles.
"Thank you, darling," breathed Alison, patting Bonnie's hot box.
"Thank you, darling," echoed Bonnie, patting Alison's hot box.
"Thank both of you!" Harry chimed in. Though he hadn't been an active participant, he'd enjoyed it almost as much as they had.
Alison kissed Bonnie on the lips then hopped to her feet and headed for the bathroom.
Bonnie lay on her back. She was still steaming-hot and filled with passion and lust. Her glance settled on Harry's big cock. She felt an overwhelming urge to feel it in her cunt. She needed it-right now! Holding out her hands, she said, "Harry. Please fuck me."
"Now?" Harry eased toward the bed, a smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Right now! I'm so hot."
"But shouldn't we wait for Pete? Make it a swap? Him and Alison? You and me?" Harry continued to move forward. He knelt between her legs. He aimed his cockhead at her well sucked cunt. "It wouldn't be fair if we started without him," he pointed out as he pointed the head of his prick to her eager cunt.
"I can't wait!" wailed Bonnie, scooting up to engage his cock with her twitching cunt lips. "We'll worry about Pete some other time. Let's just the three of us have an afternoon session. Maybe we'll get together on a swap deal next week, or next month. Right now I want fucked!" She impaled the head of his cock into her well-lubricated cunt.
Harry smiled inwardly. Always it was like this. Alison had done her job well. And she had conveniently left the room as usual, leaving him alone with this delicious teenage dish.
Harry eased forward and entered Bonnie.
At that moment, Pete entered the bedroom!
10
Bonnie had her legs wrapped around Harry's hairy legs. She pulled his ass forward to shove his huge cock deeper into her hot pussy. She pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Every fiber in her body thrilled at the touch of this chubby, naked man who had his prick deeply buried inside her twitching twat. She moaned and thrashed around excitedly. She thought to herself, This must be paradise.
She was so intent on getting the most of Harry that she wasn't aware that their session had been interrupted. It wasn't until she heard a strange coughing noise and masculine voice saying, "What the hell!" that she realized there was an intruder.
She peered around Harry's chubby cheeks. Her eyes widened. "Pete! What are you doing here?" The surprise of seeing her husband standing next to the bed caused her to miss a few strokes.
Pete gave her a discontented glance. "I live here," he said. "Remember? I'm your husband."
He scowled at the salacious scene. Ordinarily Pete would have been quite enthused at the sight of a naked man fucking a naked girl. He always got a charge out of watching such action. His enthusiasm and joy were tempered somewhat at this moment though, because the girl in the bed was his wife.
Harry, the upper member of the fucking duo, sensed that something was wrong, since his willing partner had suddenly stopped moving and was lying passively. Harry was the type of person who hated to be interrupted in the middle of a diddle. Especially when he was diddling a choice morsel like Bonnie. He frowned and turned his head to read the riot act to the interloper. His harsh words died. He forced a smile. "Pete!"
Pete glared. "What the hell are you two doing?" Since he was still carrying his bag of golf clubs, he reached down and tentatively fingered a number-seven iron. Slowly he withdrew it from the golf bag.
Harry, glancing apprehensively at the irate golfer, forced a disarming smile. He cleared his throat. "Right now," he admitted truthfully, "I'm fucking your wife." Harry figured that a denial, or any other explanation would be useless. His big prick was still deeply imbedded in Bonnie's tight pussy, though now the stiffness was beginning to recede and the cock was slipping out.
Pete waved his golf club expertly and threateningly. "And may I ask why you're fucking her?"
Bonnie, seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, interrupted, "What are you doing here?"
She repeated her original question. "You went golfing with Bill. Or at least you said you were going golfing." She got a tinge of suspicion into her voice and glared.
Pete shrugged. "Bill's car broke down outside the city limits. We had to get it towed to a garage. By the time the guy got a new part and got it fixed, it was too late to go golfing. We came back here." Pete recited the details while edging toward the bed, the golf club poised expertly. "And what do I find?" He glared. "You in bed with Harry. Hah!"
Bonnie flushed.
Pete clucked his tongue. Shaking his head sorrowfully, he said, "And after the promise you made last night! No more swapping. Just the two of us. It didn't take you long to break your promise!" Pete's voice was filled with sorrow and reproach.
Bonnie smiled contritely. "I didn't intend to break my promise."
"Then why did you?"
"I'll answer that." Harry, his prick having wilted, sat on the edge of the bed. He inclined his head toward the camera equipment. "I figured it might be a good idea to take some pictures of you and Bonnie-like we do with all our swap partners. So we came over here to see if you two would be interested..."
"We...? " Pete peered around.
"Me and Alison. Ah, here she is!" He smiled at his wife, who emerged from the bathroom. "Pete's here, dear."
Pete stared at the vision of naked blonde loveliness. The anger drained. He replaced the number-seven iron in his golf bag. His ire and resentment at what he figured was his wife's transgression went zipping away while his glance settled on nude Alison.
Pete had a thing for blondes. like most men he had been brainwashed by the theory that blondes are more fun, and by the exotic aura of being blonde and lovely. True, he had married a brunette, but the sight of blondes always intrigued him. The sight of Alison now, sans clothes, was especially intriguing. He could see immediately that Alison was indeed a true blonde. Her golden-haired twat, her lovely head of golden hair and her smooth, pinkish-white skin were of a blonde girl. This, plus her baby-blue eyes and huge, pinkish-white breasts with pink nipples, completed the picture of a dazzling, shapely blonde girl.
He sucked in his breath when Alison moved toward him with a big, welcoming smile on her beautiful face. "I didn't know you were here."
Alison fingered the buttons on his sports shirt and nodded. "We've been waiting for you, lover boy." Her voice was caressing. Her eyes were pools of lust.
"Gee, I'm glad the car broke down." Pete forgot all about his no swap vow-the way Bonnie had forgotten it, or decided to disregard it. Pete reached out, cupped Alison's breasts with his hands and toyed with them. "You were taking pictures?"
Alison nodded. "Harry's a bug on photography. He always takes pictures of our swapping partners.
like these!" Alison rooted through the camera containers and pulled out the packet of pictures of Kim, Bill, Harry and herself. She smiled while Pete leafed through them. Reaching down she pulled Pete's cock out and smiled as it grew in size and intensity while Pete stared at the lewd pictures. She gently jerked it to increased hardness.
"Wow!" Pete was impressed. His face flushed, he handed back the pictures. "You want to take pictures of us four-like those?" His voice sounded cracked.
"That's the general idea!" Harry hopped to his feet. "How 'bout it, Pete? Interested?" He slid behind his camera and focused it. "Strip off your clothes, ole buddy and hop onto the bed with Alison," he invited generously. "I'll take a few shots of you and her."
Pete gulped. He stared hard at Bonnie. "Shall we?" he sighed. "After the vows we made last night-no more swapping?"
Bonnie shrugged. She'd been disappointed when Pete had barged in before she even had a chance to warm up on Harry's big cock. Just when it was beginning to feel so good, she'd been deprived of it. Pete's pointed question about their no-swap vow caused a good deal of concern and anguish. She had adjusted herself to accepting the new concept. But that was before Harry and his big prick had reentered. She'd been hoping for this one last fling before Pete came home. A fling that he wouldn't know about. That had been knocked in the head by Bill's car breaking down.
She knew that if she gave in this time, that any vows they'd make in the future would be broken. That they'd be swappers from now on. It was now, or never. She had to take a firm stand. Her mind raced. She glanced at Alison lying on the bed, legs stretched wide and cunt ready for fucking. She glanced at Pete. Now naked, his cock was bone-hard and raring to be shoved into the golden-haired twat. She glanced at Harry, peering from behind his camera gear. They were all awaiting her big decision.
At that moment she felt that her marriage was hanging in the balance. She'd been looking forward to renewing their first pleasant year of happiness. Their togetherness. Who needed anyone else? Deep inside, Bonnie was somewhat old-fashioned about love and marriage. A firm believer in the old ways. This modern concept of swapping was exciting, true, but did she really want it? Her thoughts raced. Most of the people she knew were swappers. The new people. Kim and Bill. Harry and Alison. Sue and Mike. All young lovers who shared their love in this bright new world that belonged to the young.
Still, she kind of liked the old-fashioned ideas. Bonnie was torn between two thoughts. The old and the new. She didn't know which way to jump. Her glance settled on Harry's prick. It was limp, but even in its subdued state it was a majestic wand. Bonnie made up her mind. She nodded toward the bed, "Go ahead, Pete. Fuck 'er."
Pete lunged forward like a wild animal that had been released from a leash. Slobbering like a gibbering idiot, he bounced onto the bed and after giving Alison a few quick licks with his tongue on her hot box, he entered her.
Harry tried to get them to pose. It was a losing battle. Pete and Alison ignored his instructions to hold it and to strike certain poses.
Pete pounded into Alison furiously. "I'm fucking you, you beautiful bitch!" He chortled. "I've got my big prick shoved deep into that golden-haired honey of a cunt. Wiggle your ass, darling. Wiggle it good!"
Alison wiggled. Alison humped. A lustful gleam came to her eyes while she matched strides with the hot man. "You're fucking me, lover boy," she moaned happily. "You're fucking this little whore and I love it!" she chortled. "Aaaaaaaaa . . Ooooooooh ... What a man! Sock it to me, you bastard! Make me feel it ... That's the boy ... How you're doing it." Alison bounced around almost out of control.
Harry tried to slow the action with words, but gave up. He shook his head and wrapped an arm around Bonnie, who stood beside him. "Guess they don't want to pose for pictures." He grinned and cupped Bonnie's melons in his hands and squeezed.
"He never fucked me that good!" A frown etched Bonnie's face as she watched her wild husband in action on the equally wild blonde.
"I'll take care of that!" promised Harry, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing cock.
"Good thinking." Bonnie tugged his cock and led him toward the bed as though she were leading a dog by the leash.
She got on the bed, flopped on her back, held out her hands and said, "I'm ready."
Harry was also ready. With an animal-like sound similar to the ones that had been uttered by Pete a few minutes before, Harry entered Bonnie.
Bonnie almost swooned in delight when Harry's huge cock slid into her twat. God, the man was immense. She turned to Alison, whose face was within inches of hers, and said, "Your husband sure has a big prick."
Alison grinned. "He sure has." She puckered her lips and nodded, "This bastard of yours isn't bad at fucking, either. His cock's not quite as large as Harry's, but he sure knows how to use it."
Lying side by side the girls fucked each other's husbands. The small, tender girl was giving a good account of herself with the huge, hairy man with the huge cock. She met his thrusts expertly and rose and fell to accept him and all his might.
The older, larger girl met the thrust of the handsome man with the smaller prick. The action on the bed proved the point that it isn't what you've got, but how you use it that counts.
Bonnie stared deep into Pete's eyes while Harry fucked her. An enigmatic smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Harry's fucking hell out of me, dear," she whispered.
"And I'm fucking hell out of this lovely blonde, hon." He smiled happily while thrusting deep into the blonde pussy.
"Do you mind Harry fucking me?" Bonnie whispered, giving with a few moans and oohs and aahs.
"Not as long as I'm fucking his wife." Pete gave with a few ooos and aaahs, too.
"We're swapping," Bonnie reminded, slowing the pace to make it last.
"I know." Pete also slowed the pace to make it last.
"I still love you, dear, even though Harry's fucking me."
"And I love you, hon."
"I think I'm about to come," Bonnie whimpered. "Kiss me, Pete, while Harry shoots a load of come in my cunt."
Pete eased lower on naked Alison and shoved his prick hard into her cunt. He pressed his lips to Bonnie's. "I'm coming, too, hon. Now!" He unloaded with a gigantic orgasm.
Bonnie whimpered and moaned as she thrashed around and continued kissing Pete. "Harry's shooting his wad into my cunt," she moaned happily. "I'm coming with him. It feels so gooooooood ... Pete ... Aaaaaaaah ... Oooooooh. Pete! Pete! I'm coming with Harry ... I'm coming..."
"And I'm filling this golden-haired cunt up with my juices, hon. "Wow! It's so goooooood ... Aaaaaaaaah..." Pete moaned and thrashed around while filling Alison's squirting cunt with his love lava. She came with him.
Bonnie moaned and groaned while Pete filled Alison's cunt with hot juices and she came with him. She continued to kiss Pete while her cunt was being filled with Harry's come.
Her moaning and thrashing around suddenly stopped when her startled glance fell on two people who had entered the room.
A man and a woman!
11
When Bonnie first married Pete, she had the impression that her in-laws didn't particularly like her. Not that they came right out and said so in so many words, but she could tell from the disapproving look in their eyes, especially in Ann Upson's eyes, that she didn't think her son was getting the best of the marriage bargain. The expression on Pete's mother's face clearly indicated that in her opinion her son could have picked a better mate.
The expression on Joe Upson's face at the wedding was similar to that of his wife, with one exception. While it was apparent that he didn't think his son Pete was getting such a good bargain in Bonnie, he was man enough to ogle Bonnie with the approval a man has for a beautiful girl.
The main reason Dad and Mom Upson didn't approve of Bonnie as a wife for their son was because of her background. Bonnie came from the so-called wrong side of the tracks. Her family was poor, and half the time they were on welfare. Her father had a drinking problem that interfered with his ability to find work and hang onto a job.
On the other hand, Pete's folks were somewhat snobbish, being wealthy cats and living in a nice home with all the conveniences of the good life. When Pete trotted Bonnie home and announced he was going to marry her, the senior Upsons literally hit the ceiling. The expressions on their faces were of sheer dismay and disbelief.
Now, staring around Pete's face while kissing him while being fucked by Harry, she became acutely aware of the same expressions of disapproval. She paled. She gulped. She stopped wiggling her fanny to accept Harry's juices. Bonnie came to an abrupt, screeching halt while she stared at the interlopers. Finally she found her voice. "Mom and Dad Upson!" She stumbled over the unfamiliar words. It had always been difficult for her to call Pete's parents Mom and Dad. She only did it at Pete's insistence.
Pete frowned. "What're you yammering about?"
He tried kissing her some more. He still had a few more drops to deposit in Alison's hot box and wanted to kiss his wife while doing the depositing.
"Turn around!" Bonnie hissed.
Pete turned. He forgot all about his last deposit. "Mom! Dad!" he croaked, his voice hoarse and filled with dismay. "How ... what...? "
Dad and Mom stood rooted to the spot as though unable to move. The shock of what they were witnessing seemed to have sapped them of the ability to move.
Joe Upson flushed. His handsome face was a deep red. He found his voice. "Ooops! Pardon us. We didn't mean to barge in. We rang the bell. No one answered. We saw your car out front. We knew you must be around. We heard the noise from this room. The door was open. We stepped in..." The words tumbled from Joe's lips. He edged toward the door. He added with a tight smile, "We wanted to surprise you two by dropping in. We're passing through the city on the way to visit your sister. We wanted to surprise you," he repeated, still edging toward the door.
Pete forced a wan smile. He hopped from Alison and from the bed. He fumbled to get into his pants and shirt. His face matched his Dad's in redness. "You sure did surprise us." He followed them from the bedroom, still trying to come up with a logical explanation of what they'd witnessed.
Harry, still deeply imbedded in Bonnie and frowning a bit, took up where he left off. He, too, had a few more drops to deposit into Bonnie's hot box. Twice this afternoon he'd been interrupted in the middle of a diddle. It was maddening. He was beginning to think he'd have more privacy on the San Jacinto freeway than here in this bedroom. It seemed to him as though people were barging in and out all afternoon. He finished depositing his last drops in her cute little bank; then he slid away from the chute and plopped onto his back. He was a thoroughly contented man, but he was also very curious. "What in 'ell was that all about?" He inclined his head toward the door through which the mob had vanished.
Bonnie sighed. Her feelings were mixed. She had the feeling that her popularity with her in-laws had reached a new low. "That was Pete's mother and father," she announced sadly.
"What?" The expression on Harry's face was of sheer horror. "His folks barging in while we were..." He shook his head. "I'm getting out of here." He quickly slid into his clothes. "C'mon, Alison. This is no place for us."
Alison was in complete agreement. She quickly dressed and headed for the door. She peeked out.
Bonnie was alone on the bed. Alone and naked. She wailed. "How 'bout me? What'll I do?"
Harry cast a sympathetic glance. "That's your problem, doll. They're your in-laws." He peered out. "They seem to be in the living room-arguing. Let's sneak out the back way."
"Wait for me. I'll go with you." Bonnie quickly dressed and joined the whispering conspirators at the doorway.
Harry shook his head. "No, hon. You'd better stay and face the music. We'll see you later." Grabbing Alison by the hand he tiptoed his way down the carpeted hallway, slowly eased the hallway door open and slid out the back entrance that led to the parking area.
Bonnie was tempted to sneak out the back way, too. But Harry's advice seemed best. After all, they were her in-laws. She'd have to face them sooner or later. Bracing herself for the ordeal, Bonnie squared her shoulders, straightened herself and briskly strode into the living room. She wore an expression of nonchalance on her pretty face. "Hi, Mom and Dad," she greeted cordially. "So nice to see you again." Inwardly she was thinking if she never saw them again it would be too soon. Outwardly, though, she exuded charm and wore a welcoming smile.
"Hah!" Ann Upson cut loose with the same expression of discontent on her face that Bonnie remembered from the first time she'd met the older woman when Pete had announced they were getting married.
"Hah!" The expression on Joe Upson's face almost matched that of his wife.
Mr. and Mrs. Upson stared at the younger Mrs. Upson as though she were a creature from the Black Lagoon, or something that had crawled out from under a rock.
Bonnie sensed that a certain warmth was lacking in their greeting to their only daughter-in-law. She forced a disarming smile. "You kind of surprised us, dropping in like this." She kept her voice bright and cheerful, though inwardly she was seething and still loaded with embarrassment.
Pete, sensing that Bonnie's efforts to be casual were not going over, forced a smile. An unconvincing one, but the best he could do under the circumstances. "I've been trying to explain to Dad and Mom that what they saw wasn't unusual. Not in this day and age. like I've been trying to explain that mate swapping is an accepted thing of the new generation."
"And I've been trying to tell Pete to forget it." Joe cut loose with a shrug. He smiled. "Ann and I never interfere with our son and daughter. We figure they're both married and living their own lives. How you live 'em is your business, not ours. I keep trying to change the subject, but Pete keeps insisting on trying to come up with an explanation of why you were doing what you were doing."
Bonnie smiled. She kind of liked Joe. He showed flashes of common sense for an older person. "Okay, let's change the subject. Can I pour you folks a drink?" She headed for the built-in bar.
"Make mine a double, or maybe a triple. I need it-after that long drive from Royalton to here." Joe joined her at the bar. "How 'bout you, Ann? A double, or a triple?" He smiled at his wife, who still seemed in a state of shock.
"A double will do." Ann gave a huge smile and reached for the drink. She downed it, then handed it back for a refill. The initial drink seemed to calm her. "We planned on staying overnight, dear." She beamed at her errant son. "Then tomorrow, we're going to drive upstate to see your sister." She flushed and added, "Only this time, we'll stay outside until we're invited in. No more surprises." She glanced over the top of her glass at her son, and crinkled her nose.
Bonnie slid onto the sofa beside Pete and took his hand in hers and regarded him with a loving expression to show his folks that they were still a happily married couple. "We have plenty of room. There's the spare bedroom. We have the refrigerator loaded. I'm sure glad you can stay." Bonnie heaved a deep sigh. The embarrassing moment seemed to be receding into being just a memory. r
"I'll get the bags from our car. We parked at the side of the apartment office." Joe hopped to his feet and headed toward the door.
"Drive your car around back. Here, I'll go with you." Pete left with his dad.
Bonnie forced a big smile when she was left alone with Ann. She felt vaguely uncomfortable in the presence of this majestic woman. She knew that the handsome, wealthy Ann Upson never really cared for her. She knew of the resentment built up inside the older woman at this young snip I of a teenager who'd snatched her only son in marriage.
Bonnie glanced at her watch. It was still early afternoon. "I have a nice big steak in the refrigerator. I can broil it for supper. Do you and Joe like mashed potatoes? And corn?" Bonnie catalogued a planned meal to hide her embarrassment and to make with the conversation.
Ann regarded her fixedly, glancing down her patrician nose and cutting loose with a tight smile. "Anything you make will be fine." Her voice was clear and sharp, in the manner of the mistress-of-the-manor speaking to a maid.
The arrival of the men negated the need for more conversation. Joe and Pete each lugged a bag into the room. Pete was his usual smiling self again. "Joe saw our pool, hon. He figures he'd like to take a dip in it to refresh. How 'bout you, Mom?" He turned to his mother.
"Yes. It sounds like a good idea."
"Pete and I'll join you in a little while." Bonnie decided she and Pete needed a chance to talk.
"Fine." Mom and Dad headed toward the bedroom. In a few minutes they reappeared. Dad was dressed in swim trunks. Mom had on a two-piece swim suit.
Bonnie sucked in her breath when she watched the two leave the room. Joe was sure a handsome hunk of man. He was an older edition of Pete. At age forty-five he still cut a swashbuckling figure and with a tinge of gray'in his dark hair he was a good-looking guy. His figure was still muscular and trim.
And Mom. She was practically beautiful. She still had a wondrous figure. She was a wondrous sight to behold. Slim, built like a bathing beauty contest winner, and her face was still pretty and flawless.
Looking at the handsome older couple, Bonnie could easily see where Pete got his good looks. When the door closed behind them, she turned to Pete. She frowned. "I guess you might say we were caught in the act!"
Pete strode morosely up and down the room. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life. My own parents barging in like that!" He turned to her with a glare. "Why'd you get involved with Harry and Alison today?"
"Hold it!" Bonnie raised her voice. "Don't you go pointing the finger of blame at me! After all, this whole damn stupid idea of swapping was yours. I was against it from the beginning."
Pete thrust his nose to within inches of hers. "We agreed last night. No more swapping. Yet I came home today and found you on the bed with
Harry. Him fucking hell out of you."
"Eah, and it didn't take you long to start screwing his wife!"
Pete backed away. His accusations had backfired. He sighed and flopped onto the sofa. "Damn! It was so embarrassing. What're we going to do about it?"
Bonnie shrugged. "There's nothing we can do about it. We were caught in the act. We can't deny what we were doing. They saw us." Bonnie sipped at her drink.
Pete got up and began pacing again. "Mom and Dad have always been so strait-laced. like squares. I'm afraid they didn't buy my explanation of how most modems swap mates."
"I could detect a gleam of skepticism in your mother's eyes!" Bonnie chuckled.
Pete snapped. "It ain't no laughing matter!"
Bonnie chuckled some more. The humor of it all began seeping through. "I'll never forget the expression on their faces when they walked into the bedroom! I sure wish I had a picture of it. If that Harry had been behind his camera still taking shots." When Harry left he had taken his equipment with him. "Maybe," added Bonnie, an impish gleam in her eyes, "we can borrow Harry's camera and get your Mom and Dad to re-enter the room and try to capture their expressions of horror." She giggled.
"Knock it off!" Pete didn't see the humor of the situation. "It ain't funny. It's my Mom and Dad. If it was your folks, maybe I'd think it was funny."
Bonnie went into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator. "I mentioned to your mom we could have steak and mashed potatoes for supper. That okay?"
Pete nodded. "It's Dad's favorite dish. Just make sure you don't burn the steak. He-likes his medium. That's all we'd need-for you to louse up dinner!"
"Cook it yourself if you don't think I'm capable. Or maybe you can get your friend Alison. You seem to think she can do lots of things better'n me!" Bonnie slammed the door shut.
"Cool it, hon." Pete sighed. "It's just that I'm upset about what happened. I'll never be able to face Mom and Dad again. Every time I look at them, I'll be thinking they're thinking about what happened." He sighed ruefully.
Bonnie was contrite. She nuzzled up to Pete and kissed his troubled lips. "I understand, dear. I sure wish I could turn back the clock and make like it never happened. But it did. I'm sorry. In a way it was my fault. I should've sent Harry and Alison away when they showed up. But after seeing the pictures they'd taken of Bill and Kim, I sort of figured maybe you'd like to have some taken of us. I should've told 'em to come back later, when you got home."
Pete held her close. "It wasn't your fault, hon. You didn't know my folks were going to surprise us. I didn't know Bill's damn car was going to break down. I wanted the action just as much as you. We'll have to stop blaming each other, and face the music together." He sighed. "Dad'll probably be more understanding about it than
Mom. Him being a man and all. Mom's the one I'm worried about."
Bonnie opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She picked up the kitchen extension. "Oh, hello, Alison!" She listened a few minutes, then hung up.
Turning to Pete, she said, a puzzled frown on her face. "That was Alison. She wants to see me."
"What for?"
"She didn't say. I'll hop over and see. You wait here 'til I get back."
Still puzzled, Bonnie stepped across the patio and entered Alison's apartment. She greeted Alison with a question. "Hi, what gives?"
"Look who I met at the pool!" Alison led the way into the kitchen. She was still dressed in her bikini, and it was still moist. She had a towel thrown around her shoulders.
Bonnie gulped. Joe Upson was seated at the kitchen table, downing a cup of coffee. "Dad! What're you doing here?"
Dad invited her to join him at the table. Bonnie did. Alison poured more coffee. Bonnie stirred in sugar and cream while awaiting Joe's explanation.
Joe grinned. "I met this lovely blonde at the pool. Her and her husband. We introduced ourselves. You and Pete didn't introduce us at your apartment!" He grinned impishly.
Bonnie flushed. "We didn't feel it was necessary at the time."
"Anyway, we got to talking. Sort of like comparing notes. And getting around to explaining what had happened. How embarrassed you and
Pete were-us barging in. And how embarrassed Mom and I were."
"And don't forget about me, lover boy," purred Alison, stroking Joe's bare arm. "I was embarrassed, too. So was Harry."
Bonnie frowned. "Okay, we've agreed everyone was embarrassed. But how does it explain your being here with Alison? Where's your wife? I mean where's Mom? And Harry?" Bonnie shot a suspicious glance at them.
Joe hopped to his feet. Then, beckoning to the two lovelies to follow him, he stepped across the living room and headed for the bedroom area. Shoving open a door, he said impishly, "Prepare yourself for another shock, Bonnie..."
12
Bonnie could almost sense what she was going to see, so the shock impact was negated. Mom was in bed. Harry was in Mom. Deeply, thoroughly and enjoyably, he had his big prick shoved far in Ann Upson's cunt. The older woman was squirming around under him, uttering animal wails of delight as his massive prick struck home time after time. Ann, being a rather large woman, easily accommodated the younger man.
The three onlookers stared at the sylvan scene for a few moments, without uttering a word. Ann stared around Harry's head and winked at Joe. In between upward and downward strokes, she murmured, "Joe, this young man is the best one I've had in a long time. He sure has a big cock!"
Joe patted his wife on the head. "Enjoy yourself, dear. We'll be joining you soon, I hope!" Smilingly, he withdrew from the bedroom, along with Bonnie and Alison.
Bonnie was almost bursting with curiosity. When they re-entered the living room, she turned to Joe. An expression of sheer surprise etched her face. "What was that all about?"
Joe gathered his daughter-in-law into the crook of his arms and patted her on the head. "That was the first step in our swapping deal with Alison and Harry."
"Swapping? You and Ann are swappers?" She nuzzled deeper into his embrace. She was surprised at this sudden display of affection on his part. During their few get-togethers in the past year, Joe had always been cordial to her, but remained aloof, though Bonnie had a sneaking feeling inside that if given the chance Joe would like nothing more than to get more familiar with his beautiful daughter-in-law. Now he was availing himself of the opportunity.
"We've been swappers for years." Joe chuckled. "You youngsters always think you're first to think up things. Hell, swapping's been practiced ever since Adam and Eve. Ann and I were swappers before you or Pete were born. I met Ann at a date-swapping party."
"But all this time ... You and Mom seem like such squares. So strait-laced. I never would've suspected. And I know Pete will be shocked."
Joe frowned. "Pete! That's what's got me worried ... How he'll react to finding out. Ann and I talked it over-about finding you people in bed. We were surprised, I'll admit. I never thought Pete'd be stupid enough to want to swap yet-not with such a beautiful young wife as you. I figured he'd wait a few years before he got started." Joe drew Bonnie deeper into his embrace and let his fingers toy around with her boobs, hidden under her playsuit bra. He tweaked at the taut nipples.
Bonnie was thrilled by the touch of Joe's warm fingers on her breasts. Thrilled, but still dying with curiosity. Glancing up at him, she murmured, "May I ask, Joe, why you're playing with my tits? Exactly what do you have in mind?"
Joe removed her bra so he could have better access to her lovely globes. He wet his lips, and his eyes popped wide as he stared at her voluptuous mounds, with the pink-tipped cherries. "like I said," he explained, dialing her titties as though tuning in a radio station, "Ann and I talked things over at the pool. We met Harry and Alison. I explained that Ann and I were also swappers. We all agreed that we'd have to get the message across to Pete that we were swappers, too. Otherwise, he'd never get over the shock of us barging in like we did."
"Hmm. I see." Bonnie unbuttoned Joe's swim trunks and undid the tie string, allowing his old-fashioned trunks to fall from his hips. A glance downward indicated to her that Pete's dad was as heavy hung as his son. Maybe a bit more so. Bonnie wrapped her fingers around his cock and gently jerked. "You figure we'll have a swap session-me and you ... Harry and Mom ... Pete and Alison...? "
"That's the general idea." Joe slid Bonnie's shorts from her hips. Again his eyes widened as he glanced at her exposed cunt. "Wow!"
"We're going to let Pete be surprised?" Bonnie asked. "You and I'll be in bed ... Mom and Harry alongside ... Alison will go fetch Pete?"
"Something like that," Joe agreed. "Only we hadn't planned on being so blunt about it. Pete's a sensitive guy about his parents. Maybe the shock of seeing Harry screwing Mom, and me screwing you might have an adverse effect. It might turn him off completely. Pete always remembers me and Mom as being squares. The sudden shock of finding out otherwise might be too much. That's why we asked you to come over."
"Come again?" Bonnie frowned.
"You've been married to Pete for over a year. You probably know him as well as anyone. How do you think he'll react to finding his Mom and Dad are swappers?" Joe eased Bonnie onto her back on the thick rug of the living'room floor. He knelt between her legs and stared down at her tiny, moist cunt.
Bonnie weighed the question, while she weighed Joe's prick with her hand. "You've got a point, Joe. We shouldn't shock him. He's already had a few jolts today. One more might be too much. Let's give the matter more thought." She eased forward until the head of his throbbing cock was touching her vaginal lips. She placed her hands on his shoulders, stared deep into his eyes and nodded.
Joe inched forward, accepting the invitation in her eyes. He eased his cock into her cunt. "Oh, lordy, I've been hoping for this chance ever since Pete first brought you to our house." Joe moved quickly in and out, his face a mask of sheer delight and lust. "My beautiful daughter-in-law. Wow!" He lunged in and out like a man possessed.
"Fuck me, Daddy-O, fuck me!" Bonnie wailed, heating up to the occasion. "Make me feel that big cock, Dad! You're even better than your son! Aaaaaaaaaa ... Oooooooooh ... Sock it to me, Dad! Sock it to me..." Bonnie humped up and down eagerly.
"Yes, dear!" Joe humped his pretty daughter-in-law. He shoved his cock far into the teenaged beauty. With predictable results. He shot his wad long before he wanted to. "You got me so hot, Bonnie! I'm coming ... I'm coming..."
He did. A gigantic load.
Bonnie hugged him to her breasts as he shot his load into her hot cunt. She'd have preferred that he hadn't come so fast. She'd barely gotten warmed up and wasn't anywhere near coming. While she hugged the hot man to her breasts and felt his juices filling her cavity, she glanced up at Mom, who had entered the room with Harry. Bonnie flushed when her glance met Mom's.
Ann smiled. A tender smile. She mouthed words, Welcome to the family, dear.
Bonnie relaxed and bounced around a bit to accept Joe's frantic lunges. The look that had just passed between her and Mom had said more than a thousand words. For the first time since they'd met, the two women thoroughly understood each other. For the first time they were friends. A little item like swap had brought them together. All but Pete. He was still the unknown quantity.
Joe finally ran out of steam and stiff cock. His limp wand flopped from Bonnie's cunt. He grinned sheepishly and wobbled to his feet. "That was the best I ever had, except," he added hastily amending his offhand remark, "of course, you, dear." He slid his arm around his wife's ample waist.
"Sure. Sure." Ann smiled tolerantly. "And Horsecock Harry here is the best I've ever had, except you."
Harry, the genial host, poured a round of drinks. "Sounds like we're all a good bunch of liars." He chuckled. "One thing's for sure, we're all swappers. Now, how're we gonna get the message over to Pete? 'Bout you and Joe?" He beamed at Ann.
"Maybe," suggested Alison, who until now had been a sort of spectator, "it might be a good idea not to tell Pete about his Dad and Mom."
"Not tell him?" Bonnie frowned.
"The shock might be too much. He's always thought of them as being so square. Why not let him go on thinking that? You'll only be here until tomorrow. He doesn't know we've had this swap session. Or rather, that you've had a session. You guys can stay here and have yourselves a ball. I can go over to your place, Bonnie, and cheer him up."
"Hmm." Bonnie digested Alison's idea. It could work out. That way, Pete would never know. On the other hand, she would know. Bonnie didn't want to live with that type of secret. She shook her head. "No. I think Pete has to find out about Mom and Dad. The question is how?"
"I still think the shock treatment is best." Harry poured another round of drinks. "Alison can go over and get him. When he comes in, I'll be screwing Ann. Joe, you can be screwing your daughter-in-law. We'll all be on the big bed in our bedroom. When Pete sees what's taking place, he might be surprised, but when Alison nuzzles up to him, naked as a jay bird, I'm quite sure he'll get over his shock and join the party. What d'ya think, Joe?"
Joe, now seated in an easy chair, nodded. "Sounds like a good idea. How 'bout it, Ann?"
Ann, who was concentrating on staring at Horsecock Harry, flushed. "I was hoping Pete would never find out about us, Joe."
"I was, too." Joe sounded morose; then he smiled. "But let's face facts, dear. We can't conceal it any longer. We're swappers. Pete and Bonnie are swappers. Seems like everyone's swappers nowadays. Maybe Pete won't be too shocked. Maybe he'll understand."
Joe glanced lovingly at Bonnie's tight little pussy. She was seated on the couch, with her legs spread wide to give her daddy-in-law a good view of what his son had married. "I say, let's try it." He tore his glance from the scenery between Bonnie's legs and said to Alison, "Go get him. And try to prepare him for the shock before he walks in on us."
Alison hopped to her feet, tossed a mock salute and headed for the door. "Yes, sir. You cats go into the bedroom and get into position. I'll be back directly. And save room on the bed for me and Pete."
Joe stared at Bonnie.
Harry stared at Ann. "Let's go, gang." Harry, the host, invited his guests to his bedroom.
The guests were eager to oblige.
Bonnie slid under her father-in-law and teased his cock to hardness. An easy task, since Joe had been staring at her so lustfully for several minutes. "Come on, Dad," she whispered, "fuck your little daughter-in-law..."
"I will. I will." Joe entered her easily and slowly. "Let's not rush things," he advised, moving up and down slowly. "Alison might have trouble talking Pete into coming."
From her vantage point on the bed beside them, and under Harry's gentle pounding, Ann smiled faintly at her husband. "Do you think it'll work, dear?" she whispered. "I mean about Pete? He's always been so sensitive about us. If he sees us like this..." A frown intermingled with her feelings of lust as a nagging doubt remained.
Shoving his cock deeper into Bonnie, Joe leaned over and kissed his wife on the lips. "I think it'll work out." He smiled. "If it doesn't we can always look back on this pleasant moment-the day I screwed my beautiful daughter-in-law."
"And the day her friend fucked me!" Ann smiled. Then the frown on her face reappeared. She cocked her head to one side. "Oh, oh. I think I hear 'em coming..." She held her breath when Alison and Pete entered the room.
The expression on Pete's face was a study in contrasts. It went from shock to surprise to puzzlement to passiveness, then to lust. His glance swept from his dad with his prick deeply shoved into Pete's teenaged wife. Next, Pete glanced at his adored mother. She was flat on her back with Harry's surging cock shoved deep into her cunt. It was the first time Pete had ever viewed his mother's naked cunt.
Now, to see it filled to the brim with a strange man's cock, was a breathtaking sight. He sucked in his breath. The frown on his face deepened. A heavy pall of silence hung on the room. The swappers on the bed, who had been joined by now-naked Alison, lay still. All eyes stared at Pete.
Pete continued to stare, transfixed, at the carnal scene. En route to the apartment Alison had filled him in on the details, so he hadn't been too shocked. He'd had his doubts about what she'd been telling him, but now the doubts were erased. Alison had been telling it like it was. His mother and father were swappers. They had been for years. Pete had never suspected.
Now the evidence was clearly visible. Fleeting vibrations of shame, disgust and awe swept through him as he stared at the five naked people. He knew it was up to him. The entire future of his marriage. Bonnie had been against swapping from the very beginning. She had mentioned she would prefer to have lived a model life like Pete's parents. Now their model life was revealed as the sham it was. His own Mom and Dad. For years they had been engaged in what Pete thought was a new, modern game. Mate swapping.
He signed. He reached for the buttons of his shirt. He slid his shirt off. Next, he unfastened his shorts. He slid them off. His glance focused on the blonde-haired girl lying alongside his mother. The sight of her golden-haired pussy, twitching and ready for action, inspired him. There was something about blonde-haired cunts that always aroused the beast in him. His cock was surging hard. He moved forward.
All the doubts and the indecisions melted before his hot glance. He grinned. "What're we waiting for, gang? I believe in that old saying-if you can't beat 'em, then join 'em!"
With a smile and a look of forgiveness that embraced them all, Pete lunged forward, bounced onto the bed and bounced expertly into Alison's eager cunt. He chortled, "Let's have a race to see who comes first--! "
Relieved of their tensions and knowing that all persons were of the same mind and the same mold, the six happy people humped each other in a race. An older man, inspired to great heights, shoved dick far into his lovely teenaged daughter-in-law. His equally hot wife, acting as though this were the last piece she'd ever get, eagerly humped her ample ass upward to accept the pounding thrusts of the man now famous for his nickname, Horsecock Harry!
The younger husband, who until this moment was the unknown quantity of the session, made up for lost time. Having accepted the fact that his wife, mother and dad were swappers all, he gave his undivided attention to a glorious golden-haired twat-a twat he adored shoving his stiff cock into.
He smiled down at his humping mother and clucked his tongue. "Mom! I'm surprised at you!"
Ann smiled tolerantly. "Don't be, dear. This has brought us all together. Far more than anything else would have." Turning her head, Ann kissed Bonnie on the lips. "For the first time since your marriage, son, I really love the girl you married!"
Bonnie returned Ann's kisses. "And I love you, Mom!" For the first time since her marriage, she didn't stumble over the use of the word "Mom". She smiled. "Dad sure has a big cock, hasn't he?"
"That's what my dau-" Mom broke off, flushing.
Pete was the winner of the first come contest. He chortled and yodeled in delight, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"So am I!" Alison quickly joined him in the come brigade. They thrashed against each other in a thunderous climax.
Harry and Ann were the runners-up.
Joe and Bonnie finished a distant third in the climaxing contest. Bonnie didn't mind at all. She enjoyed the fucking of the older man, who'd been slowed somewhat because he'd come a short time before and at his age, he'd lost some of his jackrabbit-type spring. He was more the plodder. Bonnie enjoyed the plodder.
"It was great, daughter-in-law," Joe mumbled after coming down from cloud nine and nuzzling against her.
"We'll have to do it often, Dad!"
"We sure will!
Bonnie nuzzled up to Pete in bed. It was Sunday night. They had said their good-byes to Mom and
Dad and were now settling back to the normal routine of picking up the pieces after the parents' visit. She glanced deep into Pete's eyes. "It was quite a weekend, wasn't it, dear?"
Pete drew her nude form to him. "It sure was. I don't think I'll ever fully recover from it." Holding her at arm's length, he stared deep into her eyes. "Are you disgusted, hon?
"Bout Mom and Dad?" Bonnie giggled. "Surprised-yes. Disgusted, no. They're wonderful people. And I think they've finally accepted me as a daughter-in-law."
Pete smiled tolerantly. "They sure have. Especially Dad. I thought the old boy would never stop screwing you."
Bonnie flushed. "Me either, but I enjoyed it. And now, dear, just to show there's no hard feeling about the weekend, how 'bout if you--? "
"What?" Pete grinned impishly.
"Screw me. Right now. It'll be like the frosting on the cake. The big climax." Bonnie smiled lewdly and held out her arms.
Pete dutifully climbed into the saddle and sank his cock deep into her well-battered cunt. He had a fleeting thought. His wife wasn't a golden-haired blonde, but she was still the tightest one of all. He smiled and kissed her tenderly as he plowed in and out. "I love you, hon," he whispered. "I love you, dear."
Bonnie smiled happily. She recalled the words Mom almost said when Bonnie had remarked about what a big cock Dad had. Mom had been on the verge of saying, That's what my daughter says!
Bonnie accepted Pete's lunges with a newfound happiness. She was glad she was now a fully-accepted member of Pete's family. She had a thought. Maybe next weekend she and Pete could pay a surprise visit to his sister upstate. Mom and Dad would still be there. Maybe they could prove a new saying: the family that swaps together-stays together ... .
