The urge to engage in acts of sexual variety -- with a variety of partners -- is normal in human beings. The Bible points out that many early biblical characters had hundreds of wives and concubines for their pleasure. Roman orgies during the decadance of Rome have become legend. And it is not a desire confined solely to the male. Prominent women through the ages have been notorious for the numbers of their affairs.
A few years ago, America passed through what was almost an hysterical approach to sex: swapping. It seemed that every middle-aged American had to get out and find out what his neighbor possessed that was better than he had. There were key clubs, car swaps, house parties, orgies and a generally frantic approach to sexual maladjustment that was epidemic in its proportions.
Swapping has receded in recent years. It's still present, but on a more casual, less fevered plane than it had been. Perhaps more Americans take part in swapping today than participated then -- but at least they're quiet about it.
For some, swapping satisfied a need. For others, it was a fad. But in both cases the fiber of the human animal dictated that swapping -- in some form -- take place. It overcame the double standard, popular here and abroad for three or four hundred years. It made men and women sexually equal.
Yet, it might be said that after its brief fling, its period of popularity, swapping has become more subdued.
This book, in its own way, suggests the reasons for this. When the author investigates the twists and turns in a swapping affair between older and more cynical individuals and the youthful and innocent, the values people must hold to and live by become more self-evident.
It was Shakespeare who wrote in the Merchant of Venice words to the effect that one must ponder what it is the vintner buys which is half as precious as that which he sells. Or, when you've got something good at home, what fool gives it to somebody else in order to chase rainbows? What fool indeed?
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carol tried to act enthused when Paul impishly sneaked up behind her, wrapped his hands around her slim waist, fondled her breasts and pushed the bulging front of his slacks against her buttocks.
She squealed in pretended delight while wiggling her cute asscheeks against his emerging hard-on. She placed fingers over his groping hand and helped him stroke her pussy which was covered by her mini-skirt. She forced a quick smile to her face and cut loose with a sigh meant to imply he was getting her hot. Her inner thoughts belied her outer actions.
Not again, she thought glumly. This makes the third time this week. Her husband of six months was getting very horny of late. It seemed that all he had his mind on anymore at night was fucking. Gently, she disengaged his probing fingers from her blouse and mini-skirt. Giving a last, impish shove against his hard-on with her ass, she slid around in his embrace. Facing him, she maintained a loving smile, and slipped 'a tender kiss to his lips.
"Lover boy," she whispered lovingly, running fingers through his mass of long, curly dark hair, "let's not get any ideas. You've got to get up for work in the morning." To assuage his hurt feelings, she gently squeezed his hardening cock, and said, "Save this for the weekend."
A frown possessed the handsome face of " Paul Collins. Glaring at her for a long moment, he. roughly shoved her aside and headed toward the built-in bar of their living room. "There you go again! Giving me the brushoff!" He poured a stiff shot of straight whiskey into a glass and gulped it down. Then another. He flopped onto a bar stool and stared moodily at her.
Carol sucked in a deep breath and blushed. She had angered him again. Hurt his feelings. Stepping over, she slid onto the bar stool beside him, a smile on her face. "Please, Paul, don't be mad. I only thought we were doing it too often. I don't want you to wear yourself out."
She eased fingers forward and rested her hand on his receding bulge. She groped for the zipper. "I'm sorry, Paul," she murmured, contritely, trying to slide fingers into the opening.
He moved out of range of her groping fingers and slid the zipper shut. Bestowing her a glare of contempt, he growled, "It seems like you're never in the mood for me anymore. Why?"
"That's not true!" She quickly denied his accusation. Too quickly. The flush in her face deepened. She had been asking herself the same question lately. Why? Why was she brushing him off? It was having a devastating effect on their marriage. What had started off as an ideal marriage was turning into a nightmare.
A scant six months ago, she'd walked down the center aisle with this handsome young man. She'd been just past eighteen. A recent high school graduate. A lovely blonde virgin. She weighed one hundred and eighteen pounds on a five foot six inch curvy shape.
For the first few months she'd been in a sort of seventh heaven. Paul had been so kind and gentle. Paul, the handsome husband, with the dark hair, dark eyes and brooding look. A wonderful man of twenty-four who weighed one hundred and eighty pounds on a six foot physique.
A wonderful guy with a wonderful prick which he used on her incessantly, especially during the first few months of their marriage. It seemed like he could never get enough of her. He was like a little piggy. Unfortunately for him, her initial enthusiasm for fucking began to wane. 'While he kept his mind and thoughts on satisfying his sexual drive, she began thinking and acting in terms of becoming an ideal housewife.
She bought things for their apartment. She practiced her culinary knowledge, and settled more and more into becoming a homebody rather than a constant sex symbol which apparently he wanted her to be. She had sense enough to realize she had to keep her man content and happy -- but also healthy. He was a college graduate, with a degree in business and had a marvelous job in the nearby city. A young man on the way up in his organization. She wanted to make sure he got to the top without being pussy-whipped and worn out before reaching the summit.
With this thought in mind, she had cut down on his nookie allotment and had limited him to about three times a week. A limit which made him unhappy, since he was by nature a passionate man.
Glaring at her over the rim of his glass, he grumbled, "What's bugging you lately? You never seem to want my fucking anymore!"
"Don't say that, Paul!"
"It's true. Last night, you brushed me off. Now tonight!" He finished his drink.
Placing a hand over the glass he was about to refill, she shook her head. "No more, dear. You've had enough." She wished he wouldn't drink so much, especially during week nights. She wanted him to get up for work in the mornings with a clear head, not a hangover. She cut loose with a disarming smile. "Nothing's wrong between us, dear. I keep telling you that. It's just that I think you should keep your mind off sex during the week."
"And what's more important than fucking?" His voice was slurred. He slid her fingers from his glass and refilled it defiantly.
She maintained her smile with an effort. She hated these flareups. The way he acted so bull-headed at times. Like a spoiled brat. What she was doing was for his own good. He should realize that. "Let's save your drinking, and this," she placed her fingers on his fly, "until Friday, or Saturday. Then I promise to give you all the. fucking you can handle." She flushed while using the vulgar word.
"Don't bother!" Gulping down his drink, he hopped from the bar stool and flounced from the room, wobbling slightly. Heading toward their bedroom, he muttered ominously, "Maybe I won't be in the mood for it then!"
She sighed. She poured herself a small shot of whisky and sipped. Damn him. The bullheaded bastard. He had a one track mind. He never listened to reason.
She could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom attached to their bedroom. He was taking his nightly shower. In the morning he would shave for work. A routine he'd established. A routine that was almost as normal. and regular as his nightly fucking. She had broken this routine several weeks ago and he'd been miserable ever since. He refused to accept the fact that what she was doing was best -- for both of them. She reasoned that too much of a good thing was too much. She didn't want her love life to become a routine thing. A daily chore.
She had tried to explain this to him, but he had refused to accept it. He accused her of being frigid, of not being a normal girl. The arguments had become more heated of late.
With a sigh of resignation, Carol slid from the stool and removed her blouse and mini-skirt. Next she removed her bra and panties. Stepping into her bedroom with her clothes in hand, she stood for a long moment in front of the mirror attached to the bedroom door. A flush came to her face while she studied her lush nudeness in the full length mirror.
She was acutely aware that she was really something to look at in the nude. A slender, lush body. Creamy, pinkish-white, flawless skin. Firm, solid, rather large, out-thrust breasts with lovely pink nipples. Solid, round and fully packed melons. The type that men flipped over. She had a slender waist, and cute mound of golden hair at the apex of lovely, molded thighs.
The sight of her lovely, naked body reflected in the mirror brought into sharp focus the problem that was bugging her. She knew she had the lush, voluptuous type of physique that drove men ape, yet she possessed the mind of a girl who was inclined to be a square about things sexual. There was something about the naked human body that seemed repulsive to her!
All of her life she'd had this thing about nudity. This feeling that the human body should be covered at all times. Vulgar displays of nudity turned her off. Even in high school when she had to take gym classes and undress and shower with her classmates, she'd always felt ill at ease at the display of naked, feminine bodies. Most of her classmates giggled and acted unconcerned during these periods of nakedness. Not so Carol. She always had been embarrassed and was always first to get back into her clothes.
When it came to nudity and things sexual, she was very much the introvert. She even hated to talk about sex. She sighed. No wonder . Paul was becoming disillusioned with her. She ran her fingers down her waist and thighs. Why, she asked herself with a slight shudder of dismay, should men flip over naked girls?
Realizing it was a stupid thought, she quickly stepped away from the mirror when she heard Paul coming from the bathroom. Smiling, and giving him her version of a lewd look, she held her hands out to him invitingly. Again she would be giving in to him. As always. It was the woman who had to make the sacrifices.
"Hi," she murmured, keeping her voice low and sultry in approved lustful tones, and with a tempting smile on her lips, "I'm ready for love." She eased forward.
Paul, clad only in his pajama bottoms brushed past her curtly. Ignoring her invitation to lust, he grumped, "Good night!" He slid onto the king-sized bed, curled up under the covers and plopped his head on the pillow. He closed his eyes.
Carol hesitated, half stepping toward the bed. Anguish swept through her. He was really horsed off tonight. She went to the bathroom and pottied. She then washed her moist snatch and dried it, the frown of discontent still on her face. She had seen him annoyed before, but never quite as much as this time. Usually the sight of her nudeness quickly erased his anger. Tonight it hadn't.
A feeling of panic swept through her. Maybe she'd gone too far. Maybe her concern for his well being was backfiring. Stepping to the bed, he stared down. He was not pretending sleep. He was asleep. The pouty, annoyed look was still on his handsome face. He hadn't gotten his way and he'd pouted. A trait that was part of his background. Paul came from a wealthy family. He'd always gotten everything he'd ever wanted as a growing boy. His parents had sent him through college. Even now, though he was a married man, they still gave him occasional gifts of money. Paul had been a spoiled brat as a boy. Apparently he expected to continue being a spoiled brat as a man.
She toyed with the idea of just crawling into bed beside him and going to sleep without waking him. It would serve him right. It would also point up the logic of her reasoning. The poor dear needed his rest. Else, why did he fall asleep so quickly.
As much as this idea appealed to her at the moment, she knew she couldn't do it. She couldn't let this night go by without letting him get a crack at her crack. They had gone too far in their argument tonight. She had to prove that she loved him. She couldn't keep on rejecting him. It would shatter his pride in his manhood. She had to get him back in the the mood for love.
She eased around, squatting over his face. Her tiny, golden-haired pussy brushed against his snoring nose and mouth. His nose twitched. She lowered her snatch. His nose slid into the tiny opening between her cute vaginal lips. He was inhaling her pussy. He stirred and instinctively tried moving away from the object disturbing his slumber.
She eased downward. His gaping mouth was now covered with cunt. He was breathing deeply and heavily of her cunt. Ever so slowly she eased down onto his face. She smothered him with pussy.
He gulped, gasped and woke up with a start. "What the hell. ..." His words were mumbled since they were muffled by a tiny snatch filling his face and covering his mouth.
His eyes popped wide open. He scrootched his nose away from her tiny slit so he could breath. Then it dawned on him he was being attacked by a tiny pussy.
He stared deep up into the descending cunt. He scratched his nose which tingled from her cunt hairs. He stroked the tiny item while stroking his nose. He slapped a few kisses at the adorable, moist inner pinkness and cute clitty. Instinctively he sucked at the inner walls and shoved tongue far in for better licking of the cunt he adored.
Then it suddenly dawned on him that he was horsed off at the owner of the tasty twat. He was being suckered into being a sucker.
He sat up in bed, flopping her down from Ids sucking face into an ungainly heap on his knees. He glared. "Trying to trick me, huh?" He leaned against the headboard and ogled her twitching twat. She was struggling to regain her balance. Bestowing a glare, he grumped, "I said goodnight before. Now get to bed and stop horsing around. Remember," he added mockingly, "I have to get my sleep. I have to get my rest. I have to maintain my strength." He hurled her line of reasoning at her, in reverse.
Having regained her balance, she squatted beside him. "I'm sorry, dear. I guess maybe I do go a little too far in my concern for you." She smiled hopefully and slid a hand under the cover to reach for his cock. "Please forgive me?" She grabbed his limp cock and jerked it.
"Well. ..." He sighed. How could a guy stay mad at a girl like this? If only she wasn't such a knothead, and a square. If only she would realize he knew his own capability far better than she did.
Her concern for his health and well being was good, even though he didn't agree with her line of reasoning. He didn't enjoy these stupid arguments they were having lately. He was getting concerned about his teenaged bride. There was something about her hang-up against sex that wasn't quite natural. It worried him.
He felt his cock hardening under her gentle jerking. Her nice, warm hands closed on his nice, warm cock with electrifying results. The sight of her swinging bells excited him. Such adorable titties. He slid the covers from his heated body. She had already slid his pajama bottoms down his hairy legs. She knelt beside him, intent on her task of jerking him off. His cock was so large she was using both hands and had room to spare.
Reaching over, he fondled her lush melons. Gently he squeezed the taut nipples and massaged the round, bouncy mounds of delight. He grinned at her. This was more like it. He was getting hot all over. He could sense she, too, was heating up. He humped his cock upward suggestively and reaching behind her mass of lovely blonde hair, he eased her face down. "Suck my cock, honey," he whispered, hopefully.
She quickly erased the frown of annoyance that swept to her face. Ugh! Suck that gruesome looking thing. The thought was terrifying, and repulsive. Not that she hadn't taken it in her mouth before. She had. Often. Paul seemed to think it was part of the game of love.
He watched her closely as he eased her pretty face down. He was aware of her aversion to. sucking him off. He wished she could get enthused about it, the way the many girls he'd had before her had been. He felt the slight resistance to his pushing of her face down, then suddenly she no longer fought it.
With a deep sigh of resignation, Carol swooped down and took his big, half hard cock into her mouth. It grew to instant hardness when it slid down her throat. Casting her qualms and digust to the winds, she bent to her task of sucking her husband's cock. With the sliding of the shaft in and out of her mouth, some of the aversion wore off.
She had found from past experience that once she got the cock into her mouth, the ordeal was somewhat pleasant. She scrootched around on the bed to get into better cock sucking position. She assumed a sixty-nine position. This allowed the big cock to slide in and out of her throat with more naturalness and ease. It also allowed him to take liberties with her pussy if he were in the mood.
He was!
Effortlessly, he eased her light weight up and over his face. Her knees were alongside his upper body and her ass was squatted down over his face. While shoving his cock in and out of her now eager mouth, he tenderly touched her cute cunt. He tugged at the curly, golden twat hairs. He stroked her tender, inner thighs.
Sighing rapturously, he fingered her small, hairy crack and gently eased fingers in and out of the tiny opening. His lovely bride was so very tight of cunt. The tightest, cutest cunt he'd ever ogled, or fucked. He eased her vaginal lips apart and gently kissed the pinkish, moist inner walls. He nipped at her clitty button and felt it growing taut. He slid his tongue far into her tiny slit and swabbed the velvety walls.
A faint, pissy odor assailed his nostrils. He dipped his tongue in for more taste. He gently massaged her cute buttocks and pulled her cunt farther down onto his eager sucking mouth. He burrowed his nose into her tiny, puckered shit chute. He licked the entire area of her cunt and asshole. He slurped his tongue over the area like a paint brush.
His prick was now bone hard. Carol's sucking endeavors had produced good results. She was licking it expertly. Sliding her hot tongue up and down the hot shaft. Licking at his hairy balls. Jabbing fingers in and out of his hairy asshole. She was making up for her former rejection of him. Her heat and passion had over-come her inbred qualms.
She was now acting like a whore in heat!
Paul shoved a few more licks at her pussy. He gave with a few more kisses to her bung hole. He felt himself building up to a climax. He then withdrew his cock from her now eager mouth, spun her around on the bed, flopped her onto her back and knelt between her legs.
Taking ,direct aim at her tiny, well-sucked ., he rammed his cock forward. "Ready, hon?"
"Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me good!" She bit her lips to stop the scream of pain when he entered her. Even now, after six mouths of marriage and considerable fucking, his enormous cock still hurt her at initial entry. Her cunt was always initially too tight, and unyielding.
Paul entered her tiny cunt. He felt the resistance of unyielding pussy, but continued to shove. His cock plopped inward. He rammed it deep. His swollen, well-sucked cock deployed far into the well-sucked, tiny cunthole. His hairy stomach and swinging balls bumped against her mound of golden-colored cunt hair as his huge cock slid far down into the once reluctant pussy.
He meshed his dark-haired mound against her golden-haired mound. "C'mon, you filthy slut!" he chortled. "Move it! Move it! Wiggle your ass. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. ..."
"Yes, you big cocked bastard!" She smiled happily and returned his compliments. "You cunt lapping bastard! You pussy eater! You ass sucker! C'mon, make me feel that big cock!" She mouthed the expected obscenities, though her heart wasn't really in it. He expected it. He liked to hear it. She complied. The dutiful wife. "Ooooooh ... Aaaaaah. ..." She faked the words and sounds of a girl in heat. A girl approaching a climax with a big cock shoved far into her not so willing cunt!
He unloaded quickly. Too quickly. The sudden rise in passion after their heated argument had turned him on. Her apparent giving in to him and agreeing that he was right had heated him considerably. Now, with the seeping of his hot cum into her hot pussy, his mood underwent a change.
It hadn't been a satisfying fuck at all. It never seemed to be any more. She appeared to be just letting him shoot off steam and cum as though it were a chore. Like washing dishes, or cooking a meal. While unloading his cum into her cunt, he stared deep into her eyes and sighed.
Her pretty, baby-blue eyes were not filled with glints of passion and lust. Her pouty lips were not pursed and giving deep, passionate breaths like a girl in heat. In her face he detected an expression of annoyance over the whole thing. An expression signifying she had a job to do and had finished it. Mission accomplished.
Sadly he withdrew his cock from her still seeping pussy. The expression on his face was one of discontent. "Thanks for the ride, hon," he grumped. "I enjoyed it." He flopped on his side, his back to her. A very thoughtful look came to his face as he lay there deep in thought.
Carol, sensing she had failed him again, knelt beside him and peered down. "What's wrong, dear?"
He forced a disarming smile. Patting her hand, he muttered, "Nothing's wrong, hon. Like I said, thanks for the fuck. Maybe we'll do it again sometime -- when you're in the mood!" He reached for the covers. "Goodnight, hon. I gotta get my sleep." He yawned.
Carol knelt beside him, a moment of panic sweeping through her. She beat back a sob. She had failed him again.
What was wrong with her.
CHAPTER TWO
As usual when Carol was troubled, she sought solace and comfort from her good friend, and neighbor, Debra Barnes. Debra was a gay divorcee. She lived in apartment 3C, across the yard from Carol's apartment 1A. Debra had a two bedroom apartment that was tastefully furnished, in keeping with the plush decor of most of the tenants of the Flintwood Arms.
The condominium complex was an exclusive and expensive place to live. It was built in a huge horseshoe-like effect. The apartments ringed around the recreational center. In the center was a large swimming pool, a tennis court, a putting green, a badminton court, and a basketball backboard for the sprier inhabitants. All the joys of living, plus the zest of physical activities were available for the people who could afford to live at the Flintwood Arms.
Since a considerable number of the tenants were young marrieds, or singles like Debra, the facilities were put to use, especially in the evenings. A few, like Carol, were housewives who didn't have to work. A few, like Debra, were divorces,. who also didn't have to work. This small nucleus group put the time to good use by taking dips in the pool, practicing their putting, or even tossing basketballs to keep in shape during the day. Since most of the girls were young, the shapes were excellent for the most part. Flintwood Arms was a beautiful place, loaded with beautiful people.
Carol would be the first to admit that when it came to the good shape department, Debra was in a class by herself. She had a marvelous shape. Debra had been an exotic dancer. Now, at age twenty-six she was between engagements, between husbands, and was firmly established as the queen bee of the Flintwood Arms. She was the prime mover, the glad-hander and the swap party giver.
The dark-haired, green-eyed lovely Debra could well afford the life of luxury she lived. Her latest ex-husband had settled a huge chunk of cash on her at the divorce, and kicked in a sizeable amount of monthly allotment.
Carol was happy to have a friend such as Debra. Since she and Paul had moved into the apartment a few months ago, the older girl had taken her under her wing and they had become close friends.
Carol had been a bit awed at first by the attention Debra showed her. But as time wore on and their friendship grew, she overcame her shyness and they became like buddies. She looked forward to the coffee breaks, the dips in the pools and the fast games of tennis with Debra. In between the keep-in-shape activities they had long talks. She was a good listener and was fascinated by the wild tales Debra told. The girl had sure been around.
Glancing out her kitchen window, she saw Debra emerging from the pool and heading toward her apartment. It was ten in the morning. Paul had been gone for a couple of hours. He had left for the city, and his job, after giving her a brief peck on the cheek, and a frigid "Goodbye, hon." She could sense that he had been still somewhat miffed over last night.
Carol slid into a skirt and blouse and crossed the patio to Debra's apartment. She knocked at the door and entered. Informality was the keynote of the complex. Things were so safe in this remote, well guarded spot that most of the tenants left their doors unlocked during the daytime.
Stepping into Debra's kitchen, and into the living room, she called out, "Hi, Debra! It's me!"
"In here, darling!" Debra's voice came from her bedroom.
Carol entered the lovely furnished bedroom. Debra was sitting at her vanity, brushing her long, black hair, She had removed her bikini and was stark naked. Her five foot eight inch, one hundred and thirty pounds of sheer, lovely curves was plainly visible.
Carol was not surprised at the display of nudity. Debra was so proud of her lush, voluptuous shape she often paraded around in the nude in the privacy of her own apartment.
Debra handed her the hairbrush. "Here, darling, brush my hair while I polish my nails." Picking up a nail brush, Debra began rubbing it across her highly polished, long nails. Smiling into the mirror at her visitor, she said, "What brings you around so early, darling?" Her voice was low and throaty.
Brushing at Debra's long mane of hair, Carol sighed, "I ... er, Paul and I had a spat last night!" she blurted. There were times when Debra acted like a mother-figure, though she was only eight years older.
"Not again!" Debra swung around on the stool, took Carol's hands in hers and clucked sympathetically. "About the same old thing?" she guessed.
Carol nodded. A lump came to her throat, and sobs began to form. "Same thing," she admitted, a tiny teardrop forming in her baby blues.
"Gee, I don't know about you, darling." Debra shook her head. "You gave him the brushoff when he wanted a piece of ass?" Blunt talking Debra.
The sobs came. "I tried to tell him he was making a pig of himself. That we should save that kind of thing for the weekend!"
"Darling, if I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times, never say no to your husband." She squeezed Carol's hands. "Men are screwy bastards, especially when it comes to fucking. One thing you'll have to learn, darling, is to give in to the horny bastard whenever he's in the mood. That's rule number one for a happy marriage."
"I know." Carol sniffed. "I keep trying to do as you say, but it was getting late, he does have to get up early in the morning. I didn't want him crapped out." The words tumbled from her lips.
"Excuses. Excuses." Debra got to her feet and cradled the smaller girl to her ample bosom. She stroked Carol's long blonde hair, and soothed, "There, there, little darling, it isn't the end of the world." She eased Carol back to the bed, sat her on it, then eased her onto her back. She sat beside the sobbing girl, still consoling her.
Carol stared deep into Debra's understanding eyes. "I didn't exactly reject him," she explained. "I just sort of mentioned it was for his own good if we didn't, and besides he was drinking. He drinks too much during the week." She defended her actions. "Oh, Debra," she wailed, cutting loose with more sobs, "I'm so miserable. What's wrong with me?"
Debra stared down at the delectable, teenaged bride. She sighed. There wasn't a thing wrong with this young lovely, from a physical viewpoint. Such a beautiful girl. So young. So tender. So desirable.
Debra, the exotic whore, had fallen in love with this teenaged beauty at first sight. The kid reminded her so much of what she'd been at that age. She enjoyed the young girl's company. She enjoyed having her around. She enjoyed talking to her. The youngster was innocence personified. Debra always had the yearning to take the pretty darling into her arms and console her. The motherly instinct. Carol was almost like a daughter to her.
The kid was so in need of love and under-standing. Debra ran her fingers along Carol's moist cheeks and lightly touched the kissable lips. "You did make up with him last night?"
"Finally. But he wasn't satisfied. And during the night he mentioned he wouldn't keep bugging me. He said something about other ways he could get satisfied. What did he mean by that?"
Debra lay beside the lovely girl and snuggled her to her breasts. She touched her cheeks, lips and chin. Heat waves began building up in her as she consoled the sobbing youngster. "I think, darling," she breathed huskily, "you've got to face up to something!" She let her fingers stray down and come to a rest on Carol's out-thrust titties, covered with the blouse.
"Face up to what?"
"The fact that men turn you off?" She gave gentle squeezes to the firm, round melons. "What do you mean?"
Debra squeezed the lovely melons. Heat waves engulfed her. It had been a long time since she'd toyed with another girl's titties.
Smiling disarmingly; Debra slid her hand into blouse and felt of the firm melons. Tweaking at the taut nipples, she murmured, "What are your real feelings when you see Paul naked? When you look at his prick?"
Carol grimaced. A fleeting expression of disgust swept her face. "Like ugh!" She blushed.
Debra grinned and squeezed. "Paul has a big prick?"
"I guess so." The flush deepened.
"Seven inches long? Eight inches?" Debra teased and squeezed. "He's all hairy? Hairy around the balls and prick?"
"Please don't talk about it!" blurted Carol. "It's disgusting!"
Debra's eyes lit up. She slid Carol's blouse off. Then she slid Carol's skirt and panties off. The lovely blonde was naked. Gently stroking the lovely, firm pinkish-white melons, she sighed. "I think I know what your problem is, darling."
"Oh?" Carol lay on her back, unmindful of the treatment she was getting from the lovely, dark-haired girl. It seemed natural being here on the bed with the naked beauty and her being nude, too. She loved the tender touch of Debra's fingers on her nakedness. Debra's touch was so light, her fingers so soft and gentle. Not the gruff, heavy-handedness of a man. Debra wasn't all hairy and gruesome, like a man.
"Instinctively you hate men. Especially hairy ones. They turn you off. They disgust you. They frighten you when they're naked?"
Carol sobbed and melted into Debra's consoling embrace. Her large, solid, firm round titties bounced against Debra's equally firm rounded ones as she melted into the older girl's arms.
"I still recall the first night he made love to me," Carol wailed. "I was frightened. I was still a virgin. He stripped me. He came at me -- like an animal." The horrifying first night came back to her in clear memory.
It had been a terrifying ordeal. He was so big. So strong. So rough. So hairy and beastly. He had possessed her like a rapist. He hadn't been the least bit kind -- or gentle. He had been a lustful demon, raping her, raping her ... She still shuddered at the memory. Since then, of course, he had been different. He had learned to be more gentle and understanding. But the gruesome memory persisted deep in the inner recesses of her mind. The leer on his handsome face. The way he wet his lips. The big, muscular, hairy body. The terrifying cock which was so immense.
The initial shock of him shoving her onto the bed and shoving the enormous prick into her virginal cunt. The blood on the sheet. The terrifying pain and anguish. The way he kept pounding his cock into her even though she'd been sobbing and begging him to stop. The final insult. He'd shot his wad into her bloody cunt.
Only then had his lust ebbed. Only then had he realized what he'd done. He had tried kissing her, telling her he was sorry -- but the damage had been done. Her wedding night had been a fiasco. A horrifying ordeal.
She explained this to Debra in a halting voice while nestled in her embrace. She felt safe in this haven. Debra was so nice. So understanding. "He's never been so rough with me since," she said, in conclusion. "He treats me very gently, but still I can't seem to get all enthused like he wants me to be." She sighed.
Debra smiled knowingly. Her first wedding night hadn't been like that. She'd been the aggressor.
"You'll learn to get enthused about fucking, darling. It takes a little time. Some girls have these hangups about men. It usually wears off. You'll adjust." While talking to the naked girl, Debra fondled her all over. Heat waves engulfed her. The small, naked girl really had her turned on this morning. Debra seldom went in for the Lesbian bit. Several times during her hectic stage career, she'd signed up to put on exhibitions with other girls.
The men in the audiences seemed to get big charges out of seeing girls having a go at each other. She had learned the ropes, but could take that kind of action or leave it. There was something about this adorable little blonde, however, that reawakened her lustful thoughts. It had been a long time since she'd sunk her fangs into a snatch. She had been entertaining that thought in the inner recesses of her mind ever since she first laid eyes on this delectable tidbit.
The kid had such adorable, creamy, pinkish-white skin. Such a wondrous pair of knockers and a cute butt, and to top it off the tiny cunt, fringed with curly, golden hair was a sight to behold.
Debra had been leading up to this moment for weeks. The troubled bride was ripe for plucking -- and sucking. Debra had guessed that part of Carol's inner hatred of men stemmed from the inner desire for girl love. The kid was probably inclined toward Lesbianism, but didn't know it.
This morning, she'd find out. They'd both find out.
Debra eased down and gently pressed her lips to Carol's in a tender, loving kiss. A first time!
Carol frowned. It suddenly dawned on her that her friend had far exceeded the bounds of friendship. Many times in the past, Debra had consoled her. She had held her in her arms in loving hugs and had patted her fanny and stroked her hair a bit. But this was the first time they'd ever been laying on a bed naked. The first time Debra had ever kissed her on the lips! The dark-haired girl was acting like a lover!
She shook her head, and frowned. "Hey, what gives ? You kissed me!"
Debra nodded. She'd gone too far to turn back now. "I did, darling. I'll kiss you again and again," she breathed huskily, stroking the lovely, out-thrust, firmly rounded melons and tweaking at the taut nipples. Her dark eyes were pools of lust and passion. Her lips were parted slightly. ,Pursing her lips suggestively, she murmured, "I'll kiss you all over, darling." She ran her fingers down Carol's flat stomach and tweaked at her curly golden-colored cunt hairs. "I love you so much, my darling little girl."
Carol, heating up, but frightened by the action, tried pushing her away. "What's wrong with you, Debra? Are you queer? A Lesbian?"
Debra smiled innocently, and continued to stroke Carol's nudeness. "Relax, darling. I'm just trying something," she explained, pressing her lips to frightened Carol's. She eased her knee between Carol's legs and played kneesies with Carol's tiny cunt.
"An experiment?" In spite of her misgivings, Carol was curious. A warmth was sweeping through her. The feel of Debra's knee against her twat felt good. She rubbed her pussy against the knee cap.
Carol no longer tried scrootching away. The fears receded. The feel of Debra's hands on her breasts was exciting. The feel of the knee pushing against her cunt was gratifying. "What kind of an experiment is this?"
"One that I hope will help you solve your problem with Paul!" Debra mounted the small girl like a man. She spread Carol's legs wide and meshed her big cunt against Carol's tiny one. She bounced her huge tits against Carol's lovely, creamy ones. She dipped her tongue into Carol's mouth and sucked tongues with her. She sucked Carol's tongue as though it were a prick. Carol sucked hers. Both girls were heating up considerably.
In between tongue sucking and feels of breasts, Carol gasped, "This'll help me solve my problem with Paul?"
"I hope so," breathed Debra, between kisses. "It'll prove to you that love, all kinds of love, is good, if you can get in the proper frame of mind. Even girl love."
Carol didn't have much time to mull over the remarkable statement. She couldn't figure out how girl love tied in with boy love, but at the moment, it really didn't matter. She was getting all heated up. Probably there was a connection. Debra was trying to break down her hangups about nudeness and sex. Maybe it would work. She hoped so.
Debra flopped onto her back. Reaching over, she took one of Carol's hands and placed it on her twitching twat. "Play with my cunt, darling," she ordered, rubbing Carol's fingers around the wide expanse of dark-colored hair. "Shove your fingers in and out."
Carol tried pulling her hand away. An expression of revulsion swept to her face at the touch of the hairy object. She often felt of her own snatch, but somehow this was different. Debra had a big wad of dark, black, curly cunt hair. A sizeable mat of hair, almost twice the size of her own tiny mat of golden hair. "No, Debra," she sobbed. "I can't do that!" Still with the sexual hangup.
Debra ran her own fingers in and out of Carol's tiny twat. She reamed one finger, then two into the tight slot. "You like that, don't you, darling?" she breathed huskily, continuing with the finger fucking.
Carol stopped fighting the horny girl. She relaxed. It felt so good. She spread her legs wide and writhed and moaned on the bed. "It feels good," she admitted, humping her pussy upward for more finger fucking.
"Pretend it's a big prick sliding in and out your tiny cunt, darling."
"Yes. Yes." She writhed and moaned and half closed her eyes. She reached over and shoved fingers into Debra's cunt. She grimaced, but continued. The cunt was all soft and gooey. She had no trouble getting two, then three fingers into Debra's snatch. She reamed her fingers in and out hard. "I'm finger fucking you, Debra! I'm finger fucking you!" She gazed in awe at her fucking fingers. In. Out. Sticky, gooey fingers. "Oh, Debra!" she wailed, "I'm getting so hot!" She humped her pussy forward and back onto Debra's fucking fingers.
"Me, too, darling!" Debra humped her pussy up and down wildly on the fingers, then with a roar of passion, she suddenly flopped Carol onto her back again and mounted her like a man. She crushed her spasming cunt hard against Carol's pussy. She humped up and down like a man in heat. "I'm coming, you pretty bitch! I'm cuming!" She meshed her hot vaginal lips against Carol's hot lips and cut loose with an orgasm.
Then, having started the flow of juices, the heated up older girl suddenly reversed positions. She turned around on the bed and swooped down on the glorious cunt she'd been finger fucking. Her tongue darted in. Eagerly she sucked, sucked, sucked. ...
Carol, surprised at the sudden turn of events, pushed her pussy upward for more and more sucking. Again and again she spasmed. Again and again the hot juices flowed in her hot cunt.
While unloading her cunt juices, she observed Debra's cunt hovering nearby. Debra had deliberately assumed the sixty-nine position. Her big, hairy cunt was within sucking distance.
The big crack, with the finger fucked clitty button peeking invitingly toward her. Between wails of joy and wiggles of her cunt being sucked by the expert, Carol ogled the other girl's cunt.
The feeling of,revulsion quickly abated. Maybe Debra was right? Maybe this kind of action would help her solve her problems with Paul: It would prove that love -- all kinds of love, even girl love -- was good, and not at all terrifying.
Placing hands on Debra's wiggling asscheeks, she pulled the girl down to her face. The big, hairy cunt covered her mouth. She slid her tongue far in. She sucked, sucked, sucked. ...
CHAPTER THREE
For several days after their most recent bed-time spat, Paul continued to give her the silent, aloof treatment. He apparently was still horsed off by her sexual rebuffs. There were times during this period of coolness when Carol got very aggravated with him. He acted like a spoiled brat. A kid who hadn't gotten his own way and was pouting.
Not that this type of action was unusual for him. As the only son of wealthy parents, he'd been spoiled rotten all his life. Even now, though he was twenty-four and on his own, his patents still exerted a considerable amount of influence on him.
His parents still continued to treat him as though he were their baby boy. They gave him gifts and money. Each year they bought him a new car. It was because of the parent's generosity that he and Carol were able to afford the plush apartment complex. They kicked in to help pay expenses. This was a sore point with Carol. She wanted him to break the family apron strings and make it on his own.
This was another source of arguments for them. He bluntly informed her many times that they were his .parents and if they wanted to help out, so be it. She accepted this dictum reluctantly. In time, she adjusted to it. It was rather nice having a new car, and a nearly new second car. To not have to work, and to not have to worry about the monthly bills. Deep inside, however, she had this feeling of resentment.
The recent session she'd had with Debra had opened her eyes about love. She was beginning to understand that love and passion was strictly a physical thing, and she'd been making too much of a big deal about it. Debra, between love sessions with her, had impressed on her how important it was for her never to brush him off again. Her entire mental attitude was beginning to change, thanks to friend Debra.
Now if she could only convince the knothead that she was a changed girl. If he would only come down off his high horse and pay attention to her.
He was in a perverse mood because his feelings had been ruffled. Child-like in his reasoning, he'd made up his mind to ignore her and give with the silent treatment. This went on for several days. The ultra-polite aloofness. When they were at the recreation area, he acted his usual self. Charming, witty, friendly and full of pep while bouncing tennis balls, or swimming in the pool with the neighbors.
During these public appearances he even acted friendly and casual to her, as though they were the best of friends. Back in the seclusion of their apartment, however, he crawled into his shell of hurt pride and aloofness.
It was maddening. Carol was about ready to throw in the sponge. Debra advised her to wait it out. Being a woman of the world, she knew that time would solve the problem.
It did!
Carol had taken a shower and was laying naked on the bed, waiting for him to finish his bath. Waiting, but not hoping. Lately, she'd been strutting around the apartment in the late evenings naked as a jaybird, hoping against hope he'd get the message and fuck hell out of her.
Tonight seemed no different than the previous nights. He had been cool and very thoughtful this evening. As though he had something on his mind, and was bursting to tell her but wasn't quite ready to cave in.
She lay on her back on top of the queen-sized bed. She spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and fondled her cunt. She gently stroked the cute vaginal lips and tugged at her curly cunt hairs. She hoped the sight of her heating herself up with her fingers would generate heat in his cock. She had been trying this approach for several nights with no results. He'd simply crawled in under the covers, ignored her exposed twat. and had mumbled a gruff "good-night."
She stared hopefully when he strode from the bathroom. Her eyes bugged wide.
Tonight he had left his pajama bottoms off!
He flopped onto the bed beside her. Instead of diving under the covers as usual, he rolled onto his side until he was facing her. He watched her stroke her pussy for a few minutes. Their glances met. A feeling of exultation swept through her. The frosty gleam had left his eyes. His dark eyes contained hopeful glints of lust, and lewdness.
She ran her fingers up and down her inner thighs and onto her cunt. She spread her tiny vaginal lips apart suggestively. She winked lewdly. "It would feel so much better, dear!" she whispered, "if you played with my cunt!"
"You sure you want me to? It wouldn't be annoying you? You won't think I'm getting too much? Wearing myself out?"
She flushed. Damn him. Then, recalling the words of advice from the master fucker-sucker, Debra, she cut loose with a charming smile.
Choosing her words carefully and scratching her cunt equally carefully and suggestively,. she murmured, "Would you believe me, dear, if I said I'm going to be a changed girl in the future?"
"Oh?" He eased closer. His cock began to stiffen.
"I've been thinking things over, dear. I realize I've been acting screwy about you -- and fucking!" she blurted. She was going to add that she'd also been getting some good fucking advice from her friend, Debra, but she discarded this idea. What she was about to say had to originate from her.
He nodded and his cock gained another inch of hardness. "You sure have."
"I've decided that from here on in, I'll do anything you want me to do -- anytime you want. I'll be your complete love slave. No arguments. No discussions. You call the shots. I'm yours to command."
Another inch of hardness to cock. He grinned. "I'm sure glad to hear you say that, hon. Especially tonight, because of what I have in mind." He inched forward with his hardening prick.
"Oh? What do you have in mind?"
"We'll get to that later. Right now, we'll take care of this?" He held his stiffening cock. Then, recalling his new role of lord and master lover of the adorable little slave, he commanded, "Suck my cock, slave!"
"Yes, master!"
Without hesitation, the lovely slave scooted around on the bed, swooped down with her adorable mouth and gathered his hardening prick into her mouth. Eagerly she sucked the stiffening monster. With each lick, each suck, the cock grew in size. Before long, it had assumed its complete nine inches of big, fat, solid bone-hard cock.
Carol, the sucking love slave, gagged and choked a bit on the monstrous rod before she adjusted to it. She crouched beside him in a sixty-nine position. This allowed easier ingress of the massive rod into her willing mouth. She fondled his hairy balls and reamed fingers in and out of his asshole while gobbling his penis. She licked it all over. She kissed the cockhead and swallowed the droplets of cum. She ran her tongue the entire length of the penis. She sucked his hairy balls. She squeezed them gently. She toyed with his ass-hole and sucked it with her tongue and lips.
In between sucks, she peered up at him with thankful, lustful eyes. Taking his cock from her mouth she murmured from time to time, "You big cocked bastard! You wonderful guy. I love sucking your big, fat cock. Ummmmmm. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ... Oooooooooohhhh...."
Paul watched his wife giving his cock a good going over. He was surprised at her actions tonight. No arguments. No lectures. She had cast aside all her hangups about sex. She was giving him the best sucking job he'd had from her since their marriage. Something had changed his girl. He reasoned it was his period of aloofness that had turned the trick. She had gotten the message.
He decided to see how far he could go on this new concept of hers. The master-slave item. Staring deep into her adoring eyes which were peering up at him over the big cock in her sucking mouth, he snapped. "Stop sucking!"
She complied instantly. She withdrew from the surging prick, holding it with her hand. "Yes, master." She smiled.
Placing his hands up above his head, he peered down at his slave. "Suck my tits!" he ordered, shoving his hairy chest forward.
Unhesitantly, Carol went for his hairy chest. Having made up her mind to follow her new procedure, she didn't swerve from her purpose. Ordinarily she would be repulsed by coming close to his hairy chest. Tonight, she was the new Carol. Quickly overcoming her normal revlusion, she swooped down and began nipping and sucking at his nipples. She kissed them. She licked them. She tweaked them. She cupped his breast area as though he were a girl. She gave him the same type of tittie-licking he usually gave her, except she had far less to work on.
He ogled her. in amazement. She really had turned over a new leaf. She had her wiggling ass near his face while she was bearing down on his chest. Gently he slapped her swaying ass. Such a cute butt. Adorable. So firm. Such rounded asscheeks. Such creamy, pinkish-white flawless skin. He squeezed her butt. He pinched it. He slapped it.
He reamed fingers in and out of her tiny, puckered shit chute. He struck shit and with-drew his fingers to lick them. Again and again he finger fucked her shitty hole. Again and again he sucked his fucking fingers. This gave him new ideas.
"Enough tittie sucking, you filthy bitch!" He rolled over onto his stomach and assumed a kneeling position with head on the pillow. His big, hairy ass was waving in the breeze.
He issued a new order to his love slave. "Suck my asshole, you filthy slut! Ream it out good with your tongue and fingers. Now!"
"Yes, master!" She crawled around behind his behind. She knelt in back of him. This brought her face in line with his ass. She shoved out her eager tongue and fucked his asshole with it. She dipped her tongue far into his gooey, hairy, brownish colored shit chute. She shoved fingers in as far as she could reach and reamed his gooey hole. In. Out. Fingers. Tongue. She worked out on his hairy, smelly asshole.
She enjoyed every minute of it!
Her new concept of love was gratifying. This was so much more fun than arguing. She changed her sucking routine slightly. In between finger fucking and tongue sucking his asshole, she got up on her knees, rammed her pussy against his ass and pretended she was fucking him in the ass. He seemed to enjoy this approach very much.
Pushing her tiny cunt against his big ass, she chortled, pretending she was a man and he was a girl. "I'm fucking your asshole, you slut! I'm shoving my big cock up your little ass!" She bounced her mound against his shit chute. She held tightly to his ample hips while shoving against him doggie-style. An electrifying experience. "C'mon, move your cute ass, baby," she whimpered, acting out the' part to the hilt. "Take my cock up your ass! Like wow!"
Paul moaned and whimpered in delight. This new Carol was exciting. The lovely slave was going all out to please him. It was as though she were making up for the many times she'd repulsed him in the past. At the moment he wished she had a cock instead of a cunt, so he could feel it going in and out of his hole. An experience he'd never had.
This gave him a new idea. He backed away from his ass fucking wife, rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was in an upright position, like a towering mastpole. "Slide your cute ass on my prick, slave!" he ordered, hopefully.
"What!" For the first time the willing slave faltered. Not that she hadn't been assfucked before, but she never liked it. It had always been too messy. They seldom attempted it anymore.
He frowned. "There you go again!"
"No! No! I'll do it. I'll do it." She hopped from the bed. She stood before him. "Facing you? Or with my back to you?" Her voice contained a tremor. They'd never attempted this approach. Him sitting on the edge of the bed. Before it had been with her on her knees, offering her ass back to him.
He eyed her lewdly. His lust and passion reached new heights. He enjoyed this game of pretend. Him being master -- her being slave. Reaching over, he stroked her solid melons. He then turned her around so her cute butt was to him. "Bend over!" he ordered.
The cute slave bent over.
He eased her asscheeks apart. He wet his fingers and reamed them in and out of her shit chute. He then kissed her asshole. He ran his tongue in and out. He tasted shit. It excited him. In. Out. He reamed her with fingers and tongue. He widened her puckered bunghole. He slid two fingers up her ass, far past his knuckles. He reamed them around in the gooey aperture. He figured she was now ready.
He eased her to her feet, then slowly backed her ass toward his throbbing cock. She was facing away from him. He spread his legs apart. He squatted her down and positioned her directly over his immense prick. He teased the cock-head to her tiny asshole. "Ready, slave?" He touched his cockhead against her well-reamed asshole.
Cutting loose with a deep sigh, she nodded. Turning her head back to peer at the action, she said, "Please take it easy, dear."
He slapped her hard on the asscheeks. "Shut up, slave! No back talk!" Again and again he slapped her cute, wiggling butt until it was a nice shade of pink. She whimpered and moaned, but didn't pull away. He continued slapping her ass in a lustful frenzy. He then took dead aim at her puckered shit chute and shoved! With one hand he held tightly to her hip. The other hand guided his immense cock into the tiny asshole!
When his cockhead effected a slight entrance into the tight hole, Carol let out a scream of pain and anguish. She almost fainted from the agonizing pain. It felt as though her asshole was being torsi asunder. The huge, solid hunk of bone-hard meat was ripping and tearing into her ass! "Ouch! Ow!! It hurts! It hurts!" she screamed, wriggling desperately to escape the torture. She tried pulling away from the ravishing terror.
Having gotten the cockhead in, Paul grabbed her by both hips and held her hi a viselike grip. He easily overpowered her and held her in position. He had complete control of her movements with his enormous strength. Holding tightly to her hips, he eased her ass slowly up and down. His big cock slid in and out of the battered bunghole. With each stroke he slid more cock into the tiny opening.
He stared fascinated at what he was doing. His eyes bugged wide in sheer lust and lewdness. His mouth slavered with saliva as he ogled his cock getting shittier and messier with each power stroke into the tiny, tortured ass-hole. He eased her up and down on his surging, shitty cock. He beat down an urge to slide her asshole all the way down on his enormous cock. He realized she couldn't cope with that. She'd probably pass out from the pain.
Instead of giving with the complete ram job, he began to gently ease a certain amount of his huge cock in and out of her cute asshole. It was a wondrous sight and turned him on. She was squatting down, back to him. His big cock was sliding in and out of her messy asshole. He had his hands under her asscheeks now and was guiding her up and down.
Carol began to adjust to the rear end invasion. Her asshole widened, and began to accept the monstrous prick. Her shit lubricated the shaft. She eased around to accept him more easily. She straightened up slightly to give his cock a straighter pathway up her ass. This tended to ease the terrifying pain and allowed her to accept more and more cock.
She stopped screaming and whimpering. She placed. hands on his thighs and helped him direct the action. He had his hands under her asscheeks and was raising and lowering her onto his cock. Now, with her hands on his thighs, she could help control the action. The wails of pain and anguish turned to moans of pleasure, "Fuck my ass, dear. Fuck the shit out of me. It feels gooooooooooooodddddd ... Like now!" She wiggled and accepted his fucking. More and more of his enormous cock disappeared up her tiny ass as she adjusted to it.
Paul peered down at the pleasant scene. He wet his lips. He eased one hand from under her asscheeks and began fondling her breasts with his free hand. He stroked her enormous melons. He stroked her back. He ran his fingers around on the nape of her neck. He ran fingers up and down her side. He stroked her with his hand and stroked her asshole with his prick.
He felt himself building up to a gigantic climax. He hadn't been this hot in months. His darling little love slave was really turning him on tonight. He didn't know what had changed her attitude, but whatever it was, he was thankful.
This was more like it. This was what he expected and wanted from his wife. Complete, unrestricted, love. He stared owlishly at his shitty cock sliding in and out of the adorable, puckered little shit chute. He was beginning to climax, suddenly and impulsively he shoved her from his prick. "Enough of this, slave," he said.
She regarded him from her prone position on the floor. She had landed on all fours and now, having turned around, she eyed him quizzically.
"Suck it!" he roared, wriggling around on the bed, trying to contain his budding climax. "Suck it, slave! Now! Quick. Take it in your mouth! Now!"
She hesitated but for a moment. Then, recalling her new concept, she crawled toward him. Whimpering slightly and moaning from the awful shitty taste, she drew his surging cock into her mouth and began sucking.
Almost instantly he began cuming. A gigantic wad of hot, creamy cum spewed into her sucking mouth. It intermingled with the shit that covered his prick. The whole gooey mess was shoved down her throat.
Carol whimpered, moaned and gobbled the gook. She beat down the rebellion that started inside. Dutifully she sucked his messy cock that was plentifully tinged with her own shit. She swallowed the hot cum, and shit. She sucked for more, more, more. ...
He filled her eager mouth again and again with hot cum. He moaned, whimpered and scrootched forward to deliver his cum to her mouth. "You filthy fucking bitch! You damned perverted slut! You, shit eating bitch! Take it, you bitch! Take it!" He screamed and shoved. He grabbed her by the ears and pulled her cock sucking face forward.
Fiendishly, he shoved his shitty cock into her now willing mouth. He slapped her on the cheeks a few times when he lost control of his senses. "You filthy slut!" Slap! "You cock sucking bitch!" Slap! "Suck me, suck me, suck me. ..."
His voice trailed off. He stopped slapping at her. His passion ebbed. His fires cooled. He ran out of juice -- and steam. With the drying up of his shitty cock, and the cooling of his ardor, sanity returned.
He smiled ruefully and withdrew his wavering cock from her lovely, shitty mouth. He stared in awe at the havoc he'd wrought. His cock dripped a few more drops onto her breasts. She stared humbly up at him with her big, baby blue eyes wide and filled with love for him.
Impulsively he drew her up from the floor. He crushed her to him. He pulled her onto the bed and lay beside her. He nuzzled her lush, naked body to him. He showered her with kisses. He kissed her foul smelling mouth again and again. He shoved his tongue far into her mouth to share with her the last remnants of his lust and juices. He pressed his lips to hers in a tender, loving soul kiss. "I love you, hon. I love you."
She smiled happily as she accepted his kisses and love. Her experiment had worked out just fine. Debra had been so right. Her advice had worked wonderfully. By becoming his love slave and knuckling down to his passion and lust, she had turned him on like he'd never been turned on before.
The ordeal had been somewhat painful and her asshole still pained from the ravishing, but she had made him happy tonight. And in the process he'd heated her up considerably. So far it had been a perfect night of love. She vowed that from here on in she'd be just like tonight. His love slave. No matter what he wanted to do to her. Or how often. She'd be ready for him anywhere, any time, any place and in any position he could think of. Her mouth, ass-hole, or cunt would be available to her wonderful master.
This brought up a new thought. He had battered her asshole and her mouth, but he hadn't touched her cunt. Smilingly, she eased him away, reached down for his hand, placed it on her pussy and at the same time, she reached her other hand down and wrapped it around his battered shaft. "Let's get this bastard up again, dear? Then you can shove it in here!" She humped her pussy against his probing fingers.
He grinned and shoved fingers in deeper. "Good thinking, hon, but before we do, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." He toyed with her snatch while she toyed with his cock. He figured there was no rush. They had all night. She was in the proper mood.
"Oh?" She frowned, then recalled that he'd mentioned before that he had something to talk about tonight. That he'd had something on his mind.
While easing his fingers in and out of her adorable little pussy, he said, "I bumped into Don Anders the other day. During my lunch break. We had lunch together."
"And Who is Don Anders?" She. continued to stroke his hardening prick.
"A guy I went to college with. We were roommates one quarter. We did a bit of running around together." He scratched her snatch, and fondled her breasts.
"H'mm." For some reason she didn't share his enthusiasm. She frowned, but continued to work out on his half hard prick. A sense of foreboding built up. She had heard about some of the running around he'd done while in college. She had never gone to college. She had married him shortly after graduating from high school, about six months ago. "What's with this Don Anders ?"
"He's married. Been married about a year and a half. They live in the city suburbs about ten miles from here. He married a girl named Laura. She was in our graduating class." He redoubled his finger fucking of Carol's snatch while recalling an old college chum.
Carol, sensing she was becoming part of his memories, frowned, "That's nice, but why're you telling me all this?" She jerked his cock a bit harder, trying to get his mind back to things present.
"Don wants us to visit them this weekend. Friday night." Paul eased her onto her back, spread her legs wide and lifted her knees. He knelt between her legs, his cock bone-hard now from her ministrations.
She grabbed his cock and steered him forward. "Okay, so we'll visit them. What's the big deal?" She humped her pussy forward and guided his cockhead into her tiny slit. She bit her lips when the big cock meshed against the tiny crack. Always it was like this. A brief battle before he was able to get his battering ram into her unyielding little pussy.
"Don and Laura are not exactly a routine .married couple," he explained, gently easing his cock forward. He felt it slide in.
"They're not?" Carol moaned and whimpered in ecstasy when she felt his huge cock effecting an entrance into her tiny twat. She began wiggling her ass slowly and deliberately. No rush. All night. "Just what does that mean?" She found it difficult to continue a routine conversion while he continued to pour cock into her cunt.
"They're swappers!" Having. delivered his message, he delivered his cock -- all the way in. He emphasized his point, by ramming his point in deeper and deeper. "They want us to swap with them!"
"And?" Carol held her breath and her movements in abeyance. More than anything in the world at this moment, she wanted him to pound her pussy with his lovely cock. But she also wanted to hear the answer.
"I told them we would!" Paul began fucking her wildly. In. Out. He rammed his solid cock. "Now, shut up slave! Stop yakking and start fucking!" he ordered, pounding cock into cunt.
The cute slave's wail of protest died a-borning as he shoved cock into cunt. The master had spoken. The slave was willing. Very willing. Eagerly she humped pussy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Carol instinctively disliked Don Anders from the very first. The man seemed to be such a phony. The way he smiled and simpered at her when they were introduced. She winced inwardly when she noticed the way Don ogled her from stem to stern and back again.
Even the man's phony talk was a put on, sort of high pitched and nasal. "So this is the blushing bride!" He gathered her hand in his and squeezed intimately. Don was twenty-five. A heavy man, he weighed two hundred and ten pounds on a six foot frame. He had brown hair, gray eyes, a bulbous nose and sported a small moustache on his chubby face to go with his ultra long hair.
She wondered how such a gruesome looking guy got such a reputation as a ladies' man in college. He sure didn't have the appearance of a Don Juan. She tried withdrawing her hand and maintained a polite smile, "Hi, Don. Nice to meet you."
He slid his hand around her slender waist and led her into the house. He winked at Paul. "You sure robbed the cradle when you married this kid, old buddy. She's a knockout. Where'd you meet her? In kindergarten?" Smiling lewdly, he patted her cute asscheeks.
Paul smiled tolerantly at Don's enthusiasm. "I grabbed her right after she got out of high school. I got her before she could get spoiled by bastards like you!" He nudged Don in the ribs and smiled disarmingly. He had been flattered by Don's candid analysis of his pretty young bride. It inflated his ego.
Don, still with Carol in his possession, and copping a few feels enroute, ushered them into his huge, sumptuous living room. He introduced her to his wife, "Hon, this is Carol, Paul's little, blushing bride. Isn't she something?" He eased her forward by a shove of her asscheeks.
Carol flushed under his lewd teasing. She shook hands with Laura Anders, and murmured, "Hi, Laura. Paul's been telling me some things about you." She eyed the brown-haired, brown-eyed lovely girl. Laura was twenty-four. She was five foot six inches tall on a curvy, one hundred and twenty pound physique, and wore a form fitting dress that accentuated her positive features.
Laura smiled shyly. "I hope he hasn't mentioned too many bad things." She sighed and stared at the retreating backs of the two young husbands who'd headed toward the bar after the casual introductions. Shaking her head and giving with a short giggle, she said, "Those guys were sure a pair in college." She smiled at the memory. "The swingers, we called them. Talk about a horny pair of bastards. That's them." She smiled resignedly. "Come, darling, I'll show you the rest of our house." She inclined her head. "The two guys want to gab about old times."
Carol instinctively liked Laura, just as she'd instinctively disliked her husband. She liked the shy smile and attitude, the demureness and the appearance of Laura. She walked with Laura from the living room.
Her eyes bugged wide in appreciation when they toured the rest of the home. It was a large, three bedroom bungalow type, with all the built-ins, plus a separate laundry room, a den in the basement, a two car garage, and a large yard. In the yard was a swimming pool, a basketball backboard and a ping pong table. Not only were the Anders swingers, but they were also athletically inclined, judging from the recreational equipment available.
She was impressed. This was the type of a dream house she'd have some day, though she was well pleased with her condominum type apartment.
Arriving back in the master bedroom, she said, "This is a lovely place, Laura. It must've cost a fortune."
"It did!" Laura shrugged nonchalantly. "Don's loaded, or rather his parents are. He's an only son. He does have a sister. She's also married. The parents are always giving them things. Like this house. It's a wedding present."
Carol nodded. It sounded like Paul's parents. No wonder the two guys got along so well together. They were so much alike. Two spoiled brats, from wealthy families. Judging. from the way they both acted, they never got over being spoiled brats. "You don't work, do you, Laura?"
"Me? Work! Hah!" She sighed. "I sometimes wished I did, but Don says hell no. No wife of his is ever going to work. Who needs it !" A note of bitterness was in her voice. "I'm just another thing, another gadget to him!"
"H'mmm."
Laura smiled quickly. "Enough of my little problems. How're you and Paul making out?" She slid onto her vanity stool and began brushing her thick mass of wavy brown hair.
Carol sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed and cut loose with a rueful smile. "I think we're a lot alike, Laura, with the same type of husbands. Spoiled brats. Paul won't let me work either. To him, I'm just another decoration around the house. Like you said-a gadget!" Her voice contained a measure of sadness.
Laura chuckled and swung around on the vanity stool, still brushing her hair. "Looks like we've picked a couple of lemons for husbands?"
"Rich lemons." She sighed, then brightened. "I didn't mean to sound unhappy. Paul does have certain faults, but who doesn't?" She was quick to change the wrong impression that Laura might be getting.
"Like this swapping, for instance?" Laura clucked-her tongue. "You're so young. So pretty. I can't figure out why Paul wants to swap. If I were a man with a pretty wife like you, damned if I'd swap you around."
Carol flushed. "We don't swap !" She recalled the arguments they'd been having all week on the subject. She'd tried to talk him out of the silly idea, but as usual, he'd been knotheaded, and in an effort to maintain her new image, she'd reluctantly agreed to come with him. But only with the understanding they wouldn't bring up the subject of swapping. It would have to originate with the Anders. They'd both have to agree to go through with it, or no deal.
"Why'd you come here tonight, then?" Laura frowned. "Don mentioned he'd talked it over with Paul. He said Paul agreed to this swap session."
"Well, I didn't agree. So there!" She thrust out her cute chin defiantly.
Laura chuckled. "Darling, I'm glad to hear you say that!" Then the grin gave way to a grown. "I'm not sure Don got that message, though. The way he's been sounding off, it appears he and Paul have agreed to a swap session."
Carol hopped to her feet. "As far as I'm concerned, it won't be! I'm against swapping. Period!" She hadn't been this firm prior to their arrival. She'd figured that if that's what Paul really wanted, she'd go along with it, albeit very reluctantly. It would fit in with her new concept of master-slave. The sight of gruesome Don had changed her mind, however. She reasoned if she were going to be forced into a swap deal, she should at least have a handsome man for openers, not a cruddy character like Don.
Laura hopped up and slid an arm around Carol's slim waist. "I'm with you, darling. I'm against swapping, too. Ugh!" She made a wry face.
"Why do you swap, if you're against it?"
"Because I married a knothead named Don Anders. The all-American swinger. The answer to a girl's prayer, or so he thinks." Her voice contained bitterness. "I've been married to that bastard for two years. We've been swapping for a year and a half. I hate every time we do it!"
"Don't you tell Don you don't want to swap?"
"Hah! Explain anything to that knothead. When we first started swapping, I threatened to leave him. To divorce him. To go back to mother. All those things. You know what the bastard did?"
Carol shook her head.
"He helped me pack my suitcases!" She smiled ruefully at the memory.
"You didn't leave?"
Laura sighed resignedly. Waving a hand about her, she murmured, "Leave all this? Leave a guy who'd inherit a fortune someday? He's rich. I'm not. Mother has enough problems without me barging in. I may be a prude and a square, but I'm not stupid. When I saw that my threats amounted to nothing, I gave in to the bastard. I became a swapper."
Carol sighed. She could envision the same type of problem. She came from a poor family. She'd have no place to go home to.
Laura squeezed her close. "Maybe you'll get lucky, darling. Maybe you'll be able to talk your knothead out of it. You're so young and pretty. I'll even help you out if I can. I'll try to convince Paul how stupid he is for wanting to swap a luscious girl like you, and how stupid he'd be to turn you loose onto other guys, especially ugly bastards like my Don!"
A warmth swept through her at Laura's closeness. Impulsively she squeezed the older girl in a tight embrace. She almost kissed her, but reconsidered. Laura might get the wrong impression. "Let's go see how our knotheads are doing? They should be pretty well tanked up by now."
The boys were still at the bar, arms wrapped about each other, while they were giving with the old college cheers and rah-rah songs. Their faces were flushed, and they had gone back in time with memories of the good old college days.
Laura smiled wryly. "See what I mean? They've turned back the clock."
Don, seeing the girls re-enter the room, beamed. Swinging around on his bar stool, he held his glass aloft, "C'mon, Laura, baby, give with an old college cheer!" He turned to Carol. "Laura was one of our cheerleaders. Man, could she ever belt out the cheers. C'mon, honey, belt one out while we're in the mood." He downed the liquor in his glass and turned beady eyes to his old college chum, "How 'bout it, old buddy? Wanna hear a cheer?"
Paul grinned and sipped his drink, "Yeah, Laura, cut loose with one." He reached for her. He drew her close. "How 'bout it, Laura, baby? You gonna cheer for us?" He slid his hands onto her breasts which were pushing mightily against her dress.
She sighed and relaxed in his embrace. "Why don't you _two cats stop acting like college sophomores. Grow up." She sidled deeper into his embrace and placed his hands more firmly on her firm breasts. Peering back into his hand-some face, she murmured, "This is like old times, isn't it, Paul?"
Carol was shocked at the way Laura was acting, after vowing that she was opposed to swapping. She stepped away from Don's groping hands.
"It sure is, baby," Paul murmured, squeezing her titties. "Remember after the State game? We went to your room? Your room-mate was gone for the weekend?" He nuzzled his lips to the nape of her neck and nipped at her earlobe. His hands continued to stroke her lush melons, covered by her form fitting dress.
Don, watching the by-play, grinned knowingly. "Paul, you bastard! I think you screwed Laura more times than I did, before I married her!" He smiled tolerantly.
Paul nodded. "Could be. How 'bout if I take up where I left off?"
Don nodded. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?" He reached for Carol. "C'mon, pretty baby, don't be so standoffish. Let's get with it!" He almost lost his balance on the stool reaching for her.
Carol, face flushed, stepped away from his groping hands. Bestowing a glare at her straying husband, she snapped, "I think it's time we left, Paul. Let's go home." She glared at him, and had a glare for Laura to boot. The girl had conned her with her protestations of not liking swapping. She could understand why she'd been turned on by Paul. He was a hand-some man, especially when compared to her own ugly husband.
Laura got the message. She disengaged Paul's groping fingers. Stepping away, she said, "Maybe the kid's right, you guys. We're coming on too strong. She's not used to us. Let's relax and cool things for awhile?"
Paul shook his head. The number of drinks he'd had made him nasty, and more bullheaded than usual. "We came here to swap," he announced flatly, giving Carol a hard look, "and s'help me, that's what we're going to do!" He gathered Laura back into his embrace.
Rebellion grew high in Carol. She opened her mouth to lodge a formal protest, then simmered down. She recalled her new vows to make him happy. She was hoping that would only include love action between him and her, but if it took some of this new kind of action, she might have to go for it. She recalled the talk about Paul having screwed Laura many a time while in college. He wouldn't be getting something new. Just a rehash of an old flame.
She glared at Paul.
Paul glared at her. His eyes taunted. He had the upper hand and knew it. He was the money-bags of the family. The guy who called all the shots. He was the master. She, the slave. Stepping over to Laura, he gathered her to him. "Laura, baby," he murmured, "I think you and I should take a little walk. You can show me your etchings! How 'bout it?"
Laura hesitated a moment. She glanced appealingly at Carol, then wilted. Laura had been swapping so long, she no longer had the will to resist. To her, it was a way of life. She felt sorry for this kid, but after all, it was her problem. She nodded and led Paul from the room. "Let's go, Paul. It's been so long. ..."
CHAPTER FIVE
Carol's heart sank when she saw Paul leave the room with Laura. She'd been hoping against hope that he'd back out of it. That maybe he was only bluffing. Her hopes dashed, she sank onto a bar stool and sipped at the drink Don had poured for her. Damn him. Damn all men, especially husbands.
Don slid onto the stool next to her. His beady eyes were alight with lustful glints as he ogled her naked thighs. She had on a brief mini outfit and the skirt had slid far up her gorgeous legs. He stared in awe at the lovely, pinkish-white, creamy thighs. He eased his knee over and played kneesie with her. He had on a pair of light slacks and a bright colored sports shirt.
"Guess Paul kinda means business about swapping," he murmured, sipping at his drink and easing fingers down to her lovely thighs.
"Well, I don't!" She eased her thighs away from his groping fingers, "and I don't think he'll go through with it either! He'd better not!"
Don chuckled meaningly. "Wanna bet, pretty one? They're old buddies from 'way back." He glanced at his watch. "I'll give 'em ten minutes, then I'll bet good old Paul has his cock rammed way up Laura's cunt!"
Carol almost choked on her drink. "Such flithy talk! Your own wife and best friend!"
He eyed her curiously. "Say, you're not putting me on!" His voice contained surprise. "You are naive. I thought this was an act you were putting on. Pretending you didn't want to swap and all that. You really mean it, don't you?"
"I do. I wish Paul hadn't run into you in town last week. It put ideas in his head. Until he met you he never thought of swapping. Now, that's all he ever thinks of." She stared appealingly. "Can't you understand, Don? I don't want to be a swapper!" Sobs came to her voice, tears to her baby blues.
He patted her on the bare thighs. "Gee, Baby, I'm sorry. Like I said, I thought it was a put on." He drummed his fingers on her bare skin, easing upward toward her pussy. His prick began to stiffen. The view he was getting of her shapely legs was turning him on.
"Well, it's not. I don't want to swap. Let's go tell them not to? Tell 'em we've changed our minds? Please?" She swung around on the bar stool to face him more directly. This gave him an even better view of her nudeness. He could almost see the golden colored snatch, hidden by the pink panties.
The sight gave added stature to his already solid cock. He eased fingers closer to her pussy. Easing forward, he patted her snatch. While rubbing it gently, he murmured, "It's too late, Baby. They're probably fucking right now."
She hopped from the stool, a stricken look on her face. "No! I don't want him to. Please let's stop them? Please?"
Don wobbled to his feet. Swaying slightly from the excess of drinks he'd already absorbed, he put his hand around her slender waist and led her from the room. "Come, Baby Doll, I want to show you something." He led her to the bedroom next to the master one.
She resisted and held back. "No you don't! I'm not about to go to bed with you."
"Relax, Baby, I' promise I won't do anything to you unless you want me to. Beg me to." With those reassuring words, he led her into the room. "Hop up on the bed," he ordered.
She frowned. "I said I wouldn't. ..."
"Damn, you're uptight!" He grinned. "I said I wouldn't fuck you, unless you beg me for it. I meant it. Now climb up on the bed. I want to show you something. Then you can make up your mind."
Carol reluctantly crawled up onto the bed, following him. He was kneeling on the bed toward the headboard. She knelt beside him. He slowly eased a sliding panel in the wall facing the master bedroom. She gulped in surprise when the opening revealed a mirror.
"This is a one way mirror," he explained, squatting forward, and motioning for her to do likewise. "We can see into the other room, but the people in there can't see us." He edged over to make room for her. "There! What'd I tell you!" His voice contained a note of triumph.
Carol peered into the one way mirror. She gasped in dismay. She could clearly see into the other room. A complete view of the entire bedroom. From her vantage point, she could look directly onto the queen sized bed. The room was well lighted and the view was uninterrupted., She could clearly see the two people in the other room.
Paul and Laura were on the bed. They were bare-assed naked! It hadn't taken them. long to renew their old acquaintance and to take up where they'd apparently left off at college. At the moment, Paul had his big cock shoved deep into Laura's cunt. Unhurriedly, and with deft experience, he was shoving cock into cunt and giving kisses to her lips and feels to her boobs. An idylic scene of man fucking girl, and girl enjoying man fucking her.
She stared aghast at the scene. Her hopes that he wouldn't go through with it were dashed. He hadn't wasted any time. Slightly more than fifteen minutes had elapsed since he and Laura had left the living room.
Vaguely she heard Don's voice in the back-ground. While she scrootched around on her knees, with fanny wiggling and head resting on the bed while she watched the horrifying scene in the next room.
"I had this mirror installed," Don explained, "to take care of situations like yours. Some wives are reluctant about swapping at first. Like you, they don't believe their husbands would actually go through with it. Laura, of course, sees to it that they do. And this way, the wives can see for themselves. ..."
While explaining the ground rules, Don divested himself of his clothes. Now, stark naked and thoroughly aroused, he stroked gently at the adorable wiggling ass before him. He was in no rush. He enjoyed the sight. This kid was without a doubt the prettiest and youngest swapper that had been brought to him. Practically a virgin. A petite darling.
He eased her mini-skirt up over her wiggling asscheeks. He knelt behind her behind. Very carefully, so as not to startle her too much, he eased forward from his crouched position. His face was in direct line with her butt. She still had on her pink panties. He made no effort to remove the filmy garment. Instead, he kissed her silken clad asscheeks, ever so gently and slowly. He nipped at her covered asshole with his swabbing tongue.
Using his tongue like a paintbrush, he swabbed her exposed ass. and thighs. With each stroke of his tongue, his prick grew in size. Don was a heavy hung bastard and his cock hung in front of him like a huge flagpole.
Carol, intent on watching the action on the bed in the other room was vaguely aware of his explanation of why he'd installed the mirror. With each stroke of Paul's cock into Laura's pussy, her rage mounted. She wished she could open the mirror and hurl a few choice words at the bastard. Read the riot act to him. The no good, two-timing bastard. She hadn't dreamed he would go through with it. She'd thought he was bluffing.
Now she couldn't doubt the evidence before her eyes. For the first time since they'd married, the bastard was cheating on her. Right before her very eyes. Her initial rage gave way to sorrow and remorse. She had failed him somewhere along the line. Otherwise he wouldn't be wanting someone else. She had tried so hard the past few weeks to make up to him for the rebuffs she'd given him. She had tried to follow Debra's good advice, but apparently it had come too late.
She had driven Paul to another girl. With her aloofness and frigidity, she had turned him off. Now he was being turned on by another girl.
She was so intent on giving with her own inner remorse and turmoil that for quite some time she was unaware that activity was taking place behind her behind. She glanced around.
Don was stark naked!
At the moment he was bent forward. His hands were resting on her asscheeks, and his face was burrowed in her ass. She could feel his tongue shoving her panties into her asshole.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Sucking your asshole," he mumbled, drawing his face back a trifle, and winking lewdly. "You like?"
Panic swept through her. She hopped from the bed, face flushed. "You lousy bastard!" She smoothed down her mini-skirt.
Don chuckled and sat up on the bed. Lewdly he held his enormous cock toward her. "Come and get it, Baby!"
"Why you ... you. ... " She turned away from him, haughtily. "Put your clothes on!" she ordered.
Don shrugged, then with an impish smile on his face, he got up from the bed and reached for the clothes that he'd tossed aside. Unhurriedly, he slid one leg into his undershorts. Making no effort to pull it up over his surging cock, he murmured, "You sure you don't want this big cock, Carol?" He teased it upward so she could get a good view of it. "Remember what Paul's doing right now," he reminded. "He's got his big cock shoved right up Laura's big snatch!"
Carol winced. How right he was. She tried closing her eyes to shut out the view of his big prick. Her eyes kept popping open, however. Curiosity was getting the better of her. Was his cock as big as Paul's?
She turned around to face him. Her curiosity ebbed. It was replaced by a feeling of revlusion. Don had a big cock, all right. Maybe it was as big as Paul's. At the moment she didn't give a damn. The sight of the big, fat naked man standing before her, eyeing her and holding his cock toward her, turned her off!
He was even hairier than Paul. His big, massive body was fringed with a mass of dark hair. A big mass of hair around his balls. Hair on his arms and legs. Thick mat of hair on his chest. His titties were large, almost girl-like. Don had a beer belly that bulged before him like a pregnant woman's. The lustful look in his beady eyes, the way he jerked his cock suggestively toward her, and his all around ugliness turned her completely off.
At the moment she could care less about the size of his prick. At the moment she wanted only one thing -- to get away from the hairy bastard. She couldn't work up any enthusiasm for him. "I'm leaving!" Her voice was flat, final. He had mentioned he wouldn't force her.
His mouth drooped in amazement. It was a first time for him. Never before had he encountered a girl who could tear herself away from his enormous cock. It was his big cock that had earned him the reputation of ladies' man he'd had at college. "You're leaving?" he gulped, sagging.
"Don't try to stop me!" she warned, easing past him and heading toward the door.
He smiled feebly, still half in shock, still hopefully holding his cock toward her.
"You can tell that bastard in the next room that I've taken the car. And you can tell him for me that I don't give a damn if I never see him again. ..."
* * *
The sobs were still coming and her eyes were red rimmed from the many tears she'd shed, when Paul slunk into their bedroom. She had been laying on the bed, sobbing up a storm for what seemed like hours. Her entire life had crashed about her. She was a crushed, broken-hearted little bride whose marriage was on the rocks.
Her six month marriage had gone down the drain. All because of a knotheaded, spoiled brat of a husband. A philandering, no good bastard. A guy who preferred an old worn-out college chum to her. It seemed inconceivable that he'd want to swap with other guy's wives when he had her. Her ego had taken a shattering beating. Her pride had been jolted. She just couldn't understand the workings of the male mind. Why, she asked herself for the umpteenth time would he want a washed up girl like Laura when he had her?
The question was still buzzing around in her mind when he slunk into the bedroom, a silly grin on his vapid face.
"Hi, hon," he murmured, stepping gingerly toward the bed, with a hopeful grin on his stupid face, and his eyes filled with apology. "I'm sorry. ..." He reached for her.
She hopped up on the floor at the other side of the bed. "Don't touch me, you bastard!"
The hopeful grin faded. "I said I'm sorry. I didn't know Don had that see-through mirror. I figured I'd just slap a fast fuck into Laura for old times then that would be the end of it. No more swapping -- at least for tonight. And I kind of figured, maybe good old Don would work his charms on you."
"Charms! Ugh! That big, fat, ugly bastard!" She winced, and the venting of her rage on the description of his friend erased some of her turmoil.
Paul was quick to take advantage of the momentary ebbing of her anger. "He's not all that ugly. The girls used to flock after him at college."
"And flock after you, too, I suppose, judging from what I witnessed in that bedroom!" Carol stomped over and flopped on her vanity stool and began brushing her hair as an outlet to her emotions, "It didn't take you long to renew your friendship with Laura!"
He hovered nearby, a hopeful look on his face. She hadn't clobbered him, or thrown something at him. "I guess that kind of shook you, eh, hon?"
She nodded, and said flatly, "Enough to make me realize I can't live with you anymore!"
"What do you mean?"
"It means I'm leaving you." She swung around on the stool. "I'm going home to mother!" Having delievered her ultimatum, she stepped over to the closet and pulled out her suitcase. Opening her bureau drawers she began stuffing clothes into it. She didn't really want to make this move, but it seemed the only way. Her mother would accept her back into the fold -- reluctantly. Mother already had her hands full with her own family still at home.
"Wait! Can't' ,we talk things over?"
"There's nothing to talk about!" She slammed things into the open suitcase. "You two-timing bastard! I hate you! I hate you!" she sobbed and packed. Sobbed and packed.
Only now she was getting some assistance in the suitcase packing department.
Paul was helping her toss her clothes into the bag!
"Hey, what are you doing?"
He regarded her with his dark, sorrowful eyes. "I'm helping you pack." His voice contained overtones of sadness.
"You want me to leave?"
"Not really, but I'm not going to stop you. Our marriage isn't working out. We've been building up to this for some time. Ever since you started sluffing me off at night. I warned you that if you didn't want to fuck, I could find someone that would!" He clucked his tongue sadly.
Her rage seeped away. Panic set in. "That's right! Blame me! I guess I told you to go into the bedroom and fuck Laura!" she screamed.
He nodded. "By your actions of the past couple of months, you more or less forced me into it." He shoved some of her undies into the suitcase. "There! You're almost packed. You can leave now. Goodbye."
She sank onto the bed. The panic built higher. She didn't really want to leave. She'd been bluffing. Hoping she could use the, threat to exact some kind of a promise from him. Like no more swapping. Maybe he was right. Most of their problems were her fault. She had been giving him the brushoff. She had stopped after she'd had her long talks with Debra, but maybe by then it was too late.
Compared to him, she was just a kid. Maybe she was expecting too much from the adult world. Her hangups about sex were out of place and old fashioned. She should forget her inhibitions and let it all hang out. Like the master-slave bit they'd been working on. That had been fun, but there again it was too little and too late. She had hurt him too deeply for him to quickly forget. The opportunity to become a swapper with Don and Laura had been too much for him to resist.
Heaving a deep sigh, she stood up and began unpacking her suitcase. She couldn't go through with the bluff. She couldn't go home to mother. They had no room for her. Somehow, she'd have to cope with things here. Get him to love her again like he had when they'd first married. Since her talks with Debra, she'd had sense enough to realize she'd hurt his ego and pride. A man doesn't like to be turned off. She had turned him off too often. She had brought this on herself.
She had literally, shoved him into the arms of another girl. This, plus the fact that he was such a spoiled brat, was enough to drive the wedge between them. Her weepings, wailings and threats to leave were not enough ammunition. She'd have to try something else. But what?
She wiped the tears from her eyes. She stopped sobbing.' She continued unpacking and putting her things back in the drawers. He regarded her quizzically.
"You're not leaving?"
She shook her head. "Not tonight! It's too late. I couldn't barge in on Mom this late." She glanced at her watch.
"You could go to a motel."
She flushed. Damn him, he was trying to get rid of her. "You want me to leave?"
"I don't want you to stick around and have things the way they've been. It isn't working out. You're not what I expected in a wife. You're too damned frigid, or something. You're not normal. I guess it's just as well we split now. It's out in the open. Let's make the break while we're in the mood. If you want a divorce, so be it. But obviously we can't keep on living together like we have been. Being married to you is like being married to a refrigerator. You're a frigid girl. I'm too hot to want to stay married to someone like that!"
"Paul! Don't say such things!"
"It's true, damnit! I found that out tonight with Laura. Now, there's a girl who appreciates a guy. It was the best damned fuck I've had in months. She don't hold back at all. She goes all out. It was like old times, fucking a girl who really likes to fuck!"
"Paul! Stop talking like that!"
He shoved his nose within inches of hers. "Don't tell me to stop talking! I'll say what I want. You didn't help things out any by walking out on Don. You insulted him. He was good enough to want to swap with us, but what did you do? Hah! You got up on your high horse and walked out!"
"But I don't want to be a swapper!"
"Well, I've got news for you, wifey dear. I like swapping! I'm going to continue swapping -- with, or without you! You can leave, or you can stay. If you stay, I can guarantee you it'll be on my terms! Since you're such a frigid girl, I won't bother you in the future, if you do decide to stick around."
"But ..." She tried to get a few words in edgewise.
"Shut up, I'm not finished saying my piece." He glared, then added, "You have a choice. Leave, or stay under my terms. Give it plenty of thought. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go sleep in the spare bedroom tonight!"
Having delivered his ultimatum, he stalked haughtily from the room.
CHAPTER SIX
" ... and that," concluded Carol, smiling ruefully, "is what happened last weekend between Paul and me" She was in Debra's kitchen, sipping coffee, and giving with the latest episode in her own life soap opera. Paul had gone off to work. It was Monday morning. She had come to visit Debra for solace and advice.
Debra clucked sympathetically. She felt a great empathy for this little girl. Almost a mother-like feeling. Debra was a firm devote of the television soap operas and Carol with her problems was akin to the many programs she watched on the boob tube. "So Paul is bound and determined to become a swapper?"
"He is -- with or without me!" Carol sniffed and was on the verge of sobbing. For two days now, she'd been mulling over the argument she and Paul had had, and the final ultimatum he'd left her with. Go along with it, or leave. Regardless of her decision, he was a swapper.
Debra reached over, took her hands in hers and squeezed intimately. "You really don't want to leave him?"
"Not really."
"And you don't want to be a swapper?"
"Hell no!" Carol shuddered. "I love him. I want him. I don't want to share him."
"Personally, I think Paul's some kind of a nut, wanting to swap a beautiful girl like you." She arose and gathered the sobbing girl to her ample embrace. "There. There. Little darling," she breathed huskily. "Have a good cry." She nuzzled Carol to her bosom, covered by a slinky housecoat. Stroking Carol's long, lovely blonde hair, she murmured, "I'll think of something. There must be someway to get that addle-headed husband of yours back in the groove -- your groove."
Carol snuggled deeper into the warm embrace of this older girl. She felt safe in this haven. She felt at ease in the presence of this wonderful friend. "Let's go to your bedroom so I can have a good cry?" she suggested, sliding her hands inside Debra's housecoat and feeling of the dark-haired girl's nakedness. The touch of Debra's bare skin excited her and chased away some of her sadness.
"Sure, darling," breathed Debra, in her low, throaty voice. Wrapping her arm around the teenaged darling, she led the trembling girl to her bedroom. Arriving in the room, she hastily straightened the covers on the bed, and prepared for action. She slid from her garment and quickly undressed her adorable little neighbor. Her eyes lit up and she moistened her lips with her tongue. This kid turned her on more than she would care to admit.
Sitting on the bed, she drew naked Carol to her and, kissed her. She hugged the nude lovely and since her face was pressed against Carol's belly, she nipped, kissed and sucked at the tender flesh. She stroked her hands on Carol's cute, out-thrust butt. "God, how I love you, little darling," she moaned happily, tears of joy in her eyes. She always got soft, moist and gooey in the naked presence of this teenaged delight.
Carol eased down on her lover. Her breasts were atop Debra's head. She stroked Debra's bare back. She pushed her stomach forward for more kissing and nipping.
Debra eased her away slightly, holding her by the hips and staring in admiration at the lovely teenaged blonde. Her eyes were pools of passion and lust. Normally Debra was a whorish type girl. A girl who thoroughly enjoyed the feel of enormous cocks in her enormous cunt. But every so often a girl came along that turned her on.
Carol was such a girl!
Debra reached over and fondled Carol's large, solid titties. She cupped them upward. She kissed them. She nipped at the nipples. She drew Carol to her face and buried her own face deep in the valley between the lovely melons. She slurped in ecstasy. She drew one tit, then the other into her cavernous mouth. She murmured words of adulation. She touched the pink nipples and gently nipped them with her teeth, being very careful not to hurt her little darling with the big titties.
She flopped back on the bed, drawing Carol on top of her. She still had a mouthful of tit. She pressed her own breasts against Carol's flat tummy and snatch while wrestling around on the bed with the hot teenager. She rolled on top. She spread Carol's legs apart. She crushed her big cunt against Carol's tiny one. She pressed her lips against Carol's in a tender soul kiss. She pressed her cunt lips against Carol's in a soul fuck.
She eased her tongue far into Carol's mouth and Carol sucked it. Carol then eased her tongue into Debra's mouth for sucking. The two girls moaned, writhed and uttered animal like sounds as they serviced each other. Carol rolled on top and pretended to be fucking Debra. "I wish I were a man," she whispered, winking lewdly. "They have all the fun."
"You're not hairy enough to be a man, darling, and besides you don't have a prick."
"I know, but I love girls!" gasped Carol, shoving her cunt up and down on Debra's cunt.
Debra smiled knowingly. "That's your big problem, darling. That's why you're not making it with Paul. You're a girl lover. A queer. A Lesbian at heart."
"I am not!"
"Hah! I'll prove it!" Debra shoved Carol down on the bed. She sat up against the backboard. She spread her legs apart. She drew her knees up. She was now in a squatting position with back against the top of the bed and legs spread wide, cunt completely exposed. "Come and get it, queer bitch!" she invited, humping her pussy suggestively. "Come suck my cunt." She stroked her pussy with her fingers and spread her cunt lips wide and invitingly.
Carol squatted on her knees before the older girl and started in awe at the wonderous view. Lewd glints appeared in her eyes. The sight turned her on. A nice, big hairy gash. Thick vaginal lips. A big clitty button. Pink, moist inner walls. Big, solid titties hanging down from the way Debra was squatted against the bed. She could see Debra's puckered, brownish, hairy asshole. This, too, looked as if it had been well used by cocks.
She eagerly accepted Debra's invitation to lust. She crawled forward on her knees, placed hands on Debra's creamy thighs and gently fondled the lovely, tender flesh. She kissed Debra's ankles. She kissed her way up Debra's outstretched legs. She kissed Debra's knees, then slowly started her sucking, kissing journey down the inside of Debra's glorious thighs. She nipped, kissed and sucked at the pinkish, creamy textured skin.
She came close to the big cunt and the excitement grew. She got a whiff of the pissy odor, and pressed on eagerly. Heat waves engulfed her. She peered up at Debra, and murmured, "Such a lovely pussy. Can I kiss it, dear?"
"Be my guest!" Debra humped her big twat upward. "Suck it, you queer bitch! Kiss it! Make it cum -- right into your pretty mouth!" She writhed and moaned under Carol's tongue lashing. Carol now had her fucking face buried deep into her hot cunt. Carol was slurping in and out. She was nipping at the clitty. She was tongue swabbing the pissy cunt. She was finger fucking the brownish-colored shit chute.
Carol eased Debra's legs up over her shoulders and burrowed deeper and deeper into the tangy, pissy cunt. Expertly she sucked, fingered and touched the entire area. She jabbed fingers into the asshole all the way up past the knuckles. She reamed her fingers around inside the gooey asshole. She licked her shitty fingers between nips at the cunt and asshole.
She then eased her lover onto her side. This brought Debra's backside toward her. She pushed Debra's one leg far forward and half turned the dark-haired girl onto her stomach. This completely exposed Debra's cunt from the rear. A long gash, with thick vaginal lips and the entire big mound covered with a mass of jet black hair. Gently slapping Debra's big butt, she continued to suck her cunt from the rear.
Debra moaned and thrashed around under Carol's expert tongue lashing. Again and again she spasmed. Then she bounced around on the bed, pushed Carol onto her back and wooped down on the tiny, golden-haired twat. Debra wanted a piece of the action and a big piece of the little cunt.
The two girls were now in a conventional Lesbian pose. Carol with her face thrust forward, eagerly eating at Debra's pussy. Debra, with her face. thrust forward eagerly eating at Carol's cunt. Tongues dipped in. Fingers reamed assholes and cunts. Tongues swabbed cunts and teeth nipped at clitties. Two girls making love. A wondrous sight. Two lovely, naked, creamy white bodies bouncing around on the bed. Lovely breasts meshing together. Lovely butts bouncing in the breeze. Hands spanking asscheeks. Hands touching and fondling breasts.
Lips kissing cunts, assholes and breasts. Tongues swabbing, inner thighs, inner cunts and inner assholes. Touching. Fingering. Sucking. Moans. Sighs. Love pats, Whimpers of delight. Wails of ecstasy. The build-up to a gigantic climax.
Finally both girls giving with the cum. Hot, creamy nectar flowing inwardly in two delicious cunts. Two tongues darting far in trying to get at the nectar juices. Faces pressed hard against hairy cunts while tongues darted far in seeking, seeking, seeking glorious, hot, creamy cum. ...
Debra was the first to give ground. "Enough yet, darling! It's so good it hurts!" She pushed her little sucker away from her hot pot.
Giving a last nip and suck at the glorious black-haired cunt, Carol backed away. She squirmed around in the bed and nuzzled against her lover. "I love you, dear," she whispered happily, nuzzling her breasts against Debra's, and pressing her lips to hers in a soul kiss. "I love you so much."
She was glad now she'd visited Debra this morning. The dark-haired girl was one big reason why Carol hadn't finished packing and gone through with her threat to leave Paul this past weekend. She had been horsed off enough to go through with her threat to leave, but sometimes during the packing procedure, thoughts of Debra had seeped through her rage. She knew she'd have to talk things over with her before actually leaving Paul.
Now she was glad she'd decided to wait. The session this morning had been just fabulous. The best session they'd had so far. Each time seemed to get better. Now that the jam session was over they could talk. Their lust and love had been momentarily sated. Time for reality.
"I love you so much, Debra dear," she murmured huskily. "When I'm with you nothing else matters."
"Not even Paul?"
Carol sighed. "Not even Paul. I'd rather be with you."
Debra eased her away. Holding her at arm's length and stroking the wondrous blonde hair, she muttered, "I'm worried about you, darling."
"Oh?"
"I think that at heart you're a Lesbian. I think you love girls more than men."
"I do?"
Debra touched Carol's lips. "I think you're a born cunt lapper, darling. You'd rather have these lovely lips pushed against a cunt than a man's lips. Right?"
Carol blushed. "Gee, I'm not sure. I'll admit I do love kissing cunts, but I also like kissing men."
"Me too." Debra giggled. "But I can turn it on or off. I'm a bi-sexual. I love men and girls, especially men. With you, however I think your preference is for girls." Debra sounded like a psychiatrist with a patient on a couch. "Like the other night -- at the swap party. When you saw Paul with his cock shoved deep into Laura's cunt. What were your true inner feelings? Did you resent the fact that he had his cock shoved in there, or did you inwardly wish that you'd had your mouth on her cunt, instead of his cock in it? Give with the truth, darling."
Carol hedged. "I wish you wouldn't say such things."
"Come off it, darling, When he was fucking her, didn't you have a fleeting moment of wishing you were sucking her pussy?"
Carol nodded. Time for truth. During that awful moment when she'd peered through the mirror and saw Paul with his prick in Laura's cunt, she did have just such a thought. A desire to sink her fangs into Laura's pussy, even while Paul was fucking it.
Debra smiled tolerantly. Having diagnosed her patient's problem correctly, she now had to come up with a solution. "We've got to do something about this hangup of yours, darling." She kissed her little lover.
Carol snuggled to her bosom, pressing fingers against Debra's hot cunt which she began stroking. Debra's logic was unassailable. She did have this hangup about men, especially hairy ones. There was something about naked men that frightened her and caused her mental anguish. By. the same token there was something about lovely, naked girls that turned her on. It was frightening, but true. Fingering Debra's pretty pussy, she murmured. "What am I going to do, lover?"
Debra cuddled the lovely teenager to her nakedness. She loved girls, too, but it was a love she could turn on or off at will. She didn't have Carol's aversion to naked, hairy men with big pricks. She loved them with the passion of a whore, which she was most of the time. The bigger the prick, the more she loved it. She knew she had to do something to try and get this kid back on the right path. "You really love Paul, don't you?"
"I do. I do."
"You really don't want to leave him, or get a divorce?"
"No."
"And you don't want to be a swapper?"
"Hell no!"
"Just so we've got the facts straight." She patted Carol's cute butt and cute pussy. "There must be some way we can keep Paul interested in this pussy, and keep him from wanting to swap."
"Gee, I hope there's a way. I want things to be like they were before he met his friend Don."
"Does Don have a big prick ?"
Carol flushed. "Hell, I don't know. I wasn't interested enough to find out. Remember, I ran out on him. I only got a glimpse of his cock. Maybe it was big, maybe it was small, I didn't measure it!"
Debra suddenly sat upright in bed. A big smile came to her face. She hopped to her feet. "That's it, darling! That's it! The answer to your problem. A cock! A big one! The biggest one I've ever seen, and believe me I've seen plenty."
Carol swung around and sat on the edge of the bed, a puzzled frown on her face. "What're you talking about, Debra. A big cock. Who has a big cock?"
"Harry!"
"Harry who?"
"Horsecock Harry Jones! That's who!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carol could sense that Paul was puzzled by her sudden change in attitude. They were having their long talk at last. She mentioned that she'd given it plenty of thought and had decided not to go home to mother. She'd stick around.
"That means," Paul enthused, his eyes lighting up, "you'll try swapping?"
She nodded resignedly. "I guess so."
He hopped from the couch where he'd been reading the evening paper after having eaten supper and relaxing for the night. He dragged her to her feet and shoved a few kisses onto her lips. "Hon, I knew you'd see it my way! We'll have such fun!"
She forced a smile and tried to match his enthusiasm. "I'll agree to give it a try -- on one condition."
Paul frowned. "Oh?"
"That if I don't like it, after I do it, you'll promise we won't have to swap again, ever?" She held her breath while outlining her terms and awaiting his answer.
"Aw, hon, do we have to have any strings attached? Why not just get with it? Hell, everyone swaps anymore. Why shouldn't we?"
"Because I'm your wife, Paul. I love you. I don't want to share you. I think swapping's terrible. I don't believe in it. But I also know what a knothead you are, and how you won't be satisfied until you get me to go along with you on it. All I'm asking is that you let me decide, after our first real swap party, if I like it, or not. If I want to continue doing it. That's not being unreasonable, is it?"
"Well ..." He weighed her words. "I guess it wouldn't be. Maybe you've got a point. Some people are cut out for swapping. Some aren't. So, I'll promise one thing. After our swap party, I'll agree to have another discussion, before we make it a permanent way of life. Okay?" He deliberately left her question unanswered.
Carol sighed and nodded. She'd have to settle for this half promise.
He reached for the phone, his face wreathed in smiles. "I'll call Don. He's been bugging me for another get together."
"Hold it!" She placed the receiver back on the hook, and smiled, "I've already made different arrangements."
"What?" He ogled her suspiciously. "All this yakking you've been doing about being against swapping, yet you've made arrangements. With who?"
"I knew you wouldn't be satisfied unless we gave it a try, so I've been talking things over with Debra."
His eyes lit up. "The gay divorcee?" He hugged her close. "You know her well enough to talk about such things?"
She nodded. "We're good friends. We visit each other often while you're at work. We sort of confide in each other."
"And you talk -- about swapping?"
Carol sighed. "Debra's been a swapper for years. That's what caused her divorce," she added nastily.
He ignored the remark. "What's she got to do with us swapping?"
"Debra throws parties at her apartment. You know that. Everyone knows it. Anyway, she suggested it might be nice if you and I, and maybe another couple join her this weekend at her apartment. Saturday night. She's having a boy friend over. Debra mentioned she kind of likes your looks, Paul. Even though you haven't been too friendly to her."
"She likes me, huh? H'mmm. She's sure a good looking chick. The reason I haven't been making a play for her is because it's too close to home. I figure you might get jealous."
"I probably would've, but since you've got your bullhead made up about swapping, I figure it may as well be with someone I like. Debra. And I was thinking, since Debra mentioned we should ask another couple to come, you could ask Don and Laura."
He beamed. "Swell, I'll see Don at lunch tomorrow. I'm sure he'll go for it."
"That's nice." Carol tried to maintain her cool, but inwardly she was heartbroken. Paul had gone along too willingly and too eagerly.
"Who's the other guy? Debra's friend?"
Carol crinkled her brows and frowned as though trying to recall a name. "Let's see .. . oh, yeah, she said it was a guy named Jones. Harry Jones."
"H'mm. The name's familiar." He snapped his fingers. "Not the Harry Jones? The ex football player? The guy who's on TV now? That the one ?"
She nodded. "Debra did mention the guy once played football, and is currently on TV."
"I'll be damned!" Paul was much impressed.
* * *
Carol also was very much impresesd at first sight of Harry Jones. He was a handsome hunk of manhood. He was six feet two inches, weighed two hundred and ten pounds, was twenty-eight years old and had long wavy hair and nice soft, brown eyes.
He had a handsome face, despite the bashing around he had received as a running back in college and pro football. Harry had a quick, ready smile and a very pleasant voice. The voice that had gotten him on many television programs. He had an outgoing personality and a pleasant manner. A very likeable guy. At the moment he was dressed in sports shirt and slacks and appeared to be in tip top condition due to his daily sessions in the gym to keep in shape.
Harry gathered Carol's hands into his huge ones and cut loose with his famous smile. "So you're Carol ?" His eager brown eyes registered approval as he ogled her from stem to stern. She had on a mini-skirt and a white blouse. The picture of innocence. "Debra's been telling me about her little teenaged friend. She under-estimated your beauty."
She flushed under his gaze, and flattery. "Hi."
The introductions over, the gang congregated at the bar. Harry acted the part of the host, since they were in Debra's apartment and he was her date. He poured a round of drinks for the group.
Debra sidled up to her on the next bar stool. Leaning forward, she whispered, "What do you think of handsome Harry?"
"He's a doll. I've seen him on TV a few times, but he's even better in real life."
"Wait'll you see that prick of his." Debra rolled her eyes ceilingward. "You'll flip."
"Oh you!"
Debra grimaced. "Looks like you'll have to wait a while though, Look at them!" There was a trace of annoyance in her voice. The three men were grouped at the far end of the bar, talking about, of all things, football! Paul and Don, awed at being in the presence of the great one, bombarded Harry with questions about football, and the many games he'd played in.
They had come to Debra's for a swap party, but at the moment, swap was the farthest thing from their mind. Bending the elbow and trying to sound knowledgeable, they yakked up a storm about football.
Debra turned to the other girls, and smiled. "We'll let the bastards talk awhile and get oiled up, then we'll move in on 'em. Remember the game plan, girls?" She referred to a scheme they had cooked up prior to getting together. The plan to get Paul off the swapping kick. Laura had agreed to go along with the idea since she, too, was not too keen about swapping. If she could help a fellow wife out, she was all for it. Girls sticking together.
After giving the boys time to get acquainted with their celebrity guest, and time to hash and rehash football games, Debra decided it was time for fun and games. Stepping over she turned on the hi-fi y set and the soft, mood music fill the room.
Debra stepped over to the group of fast talking men, slid in between them, and held up a hand. "Okay, boys, the gabfest's over. Time for fun and games." Holding hands towards Paul, she said, "How 'bout you and me dancing, neighbor?"
"Sure -- neighbor!" He hopped up and cradled her in his arms. He'd already had a fair share of drinks and was rapidly getting heated up.
He nuzzled Debra's lush titties against his sports shirt and moved around in front of the bar. He slid his hand down on her ample butt, covered by a mini-skirt, and eased his hardening cock, covered by his slacks, against her snatch. He wanted to prove to his hostess that he was getting into the proper mood. His cock was beginning to surge, thinking of the evening ahead.
Harry quickly gathered Laura into his embrace and waltzed her around the small dance area. He, too, grabbed a handful of cute ass-cheek, while dancing.
Don and Carol joined the swinging, swaying group.
This seemed to be the logical lineup for the swap party. Paul-Debra. Harry-Laura. Don-Carol.
The couples danced, drank some more and danced some more. With each passing minute, they grew hotter and hotter. The mood became gay. The girls began letting their guard down and the boys began letting their shirts down. In between drinks, dances and trips to the bar, the men stripped to their waists. All three young men were handsome specimens of manhood. Paul and Don were not quite as big and muscular as Harry, but they were good to look at. The three men laughingly flexed their muscles and showed off before the girls.
Debra, sensing the party was going according to the game plan, said, "Okay, girls. Let's join the men in the nude bit!" She quickly stripped off her blouse. She had no bra on. Her lush melons bounced enticingly forward to the approval of Paul who was dancing with her.
Paul gulped in awe and fondled the lush melons of the exotic ex-dancer. "God, what a pair of knockers!" He fondled and squeezed.
Laura quickly slid from her blouse and bra. Harry gurgled in appreciation, then he, too, squeezed and fondled.
Carol, blushing hotly, joined her half naked sisters in lust. Don, his face beaming with lewdness and delight, fondled, squeezed and gurgled.
The three half naked couples danced, drank and moved around a bit more. Then Harry paused momentarily and slid from his slacks. He was setting the pace.
Stark naked!
The rest of the group, with the exception of Carol, quickly rushed to catch up with the pace setter. Five naked people mingling around in front of the bar, giggling, laughing and pinching. All five were old hands at swapping -- Paul from his college days and his recent session with Don and Laura. The only jarring note to the scene was Carol.
She stood apart from the group, still dressed in her mini-skirt and panties. She was also wearing a frown on her pretty face.
All eyes turned in her direction. She blushed hotly. Then, catching Debra's warning glance, she ever so slowly slid from her mini-skirt. Inwardly she rebelled at what she was doing, but had decided to go along with it in hopes it might cure her knotheaded husband of swapping.
She slid her mini-skirt off and tossed it on the pile of discarded clothes on a chair nearby. Then, feeling like a novice strip teaser, she slowly slid her panties down her lovely thighs and tossed the garment onto the pile. She stood before them -- naked and ashamed!
"Wow!" Harry's voice was filled with awe while he ogled the pretty teenaged girl. "A real blonde!" His glance zeroed in on the tiny patch of golden pussy hair. The sight of the real blonde brought instant reaction. His half hard cock began to surge to enormous heights. The more he ogled the small triangular mound of hair and the luscious swinging breasts, the larger his cock grew.
She sucked in a deep breath as she stared at the marvelous sight of a man getting a hard-on just from staring at her cunt. She watched while it grew bigger and bigger the more he looked. She almost smiled. No wonder Debra had giggled when she'd mentioned his guy's nickname.
Horse Cock Harry!
His prick was truly as big as a horse's, though truthfully she hadn't viewed many horse cocks in her short life. Harry's emerging hard on made Paul's and Don's seemed small by cornparison.
Carol was not alone in her analysis of the cock. Paul, Don, Laura and Debra were also viewing the famous football player's hardening cock. With the exception of Debra, they were all very much impressed.
Debra, having sampled the enormous cock in her enormous cunt many a time, was no longer overwhelmed at the sight of it. Sort of old hat to her.
Laura, never having been fucked by such an enormous weapon, smiled hopefully and edged toward Harry.
Paul and Don both stared hard at Harry's hard-on. Both men wore thoughtful expressions on their faces as they mentally catalogued the size of the prick and compared it to their own smaller ones. It was a sight to make men thoughtful.
Debra broke the thoughtful silence. The hostess of the group held up a hand and said, "Okay, folks, time to choose partners for swap." Then, putting her game plan in action, she quickly added, nodding to Carol, "Since you're the youngest member of the group, and since this'll be a first time for you, we'll let you take your pick of the men. And please," she added jokingly, "don't choose your own husband!"
Carol nodded. The game plan. The show-down. Stepping over, she wrapped fingers around Harry's huge cock. "I think I'll take this cock!" She smiled inwardly when she noticed the expression of discontent on Paul's face when she wrapped fingers around the huge cock.
Laura, who was also in on the plan, quickly stepped forward, a frown on her pretty face. She eased fingers onto Harry's cock. Even with the two hands wrapped around his Wang, there was still plenty of cock showing. "That isn't fair," complained Laura, pouting. "I want first crack at this lovely' prick!"
Debra chuckled. "H'mmm. This presents a problem. Not that I blame you girls. I kind of want to feel this big old cock up my cunt, too, but I'll yield to you. One of you can have him. Which one?" She winked as both girls nuzzled up to Harry and his big prick, and neither girl gave ground, or prick. She turned to the other men. "Any suggestions, boys?"
Paul, his face a deep study of discontent, snapped, "Let Harry take Laura. Don take Carol and I'll take you. That'll even things up." At the moment he wasn't sure he wanted even that arrangement. The sight of Harry's big cock and the way Carol was toying with it caused deep mental anguish.
"Sounds good to me!" Don had been eyeing the glorious golden-haired snach that had been denied him once before. He wet his lips and headed for his prize.
Holding up a hand, Carol shook her head. "Un-unh." Glaring at Paul, she said, ever so sweetly, "I agreeed to come to this swap party because you insisted. Now I'm here and like Debra says, I should get first choice. I choose big cock Harry." Gently she jerked big cock Harry's big cock.
Paul groaned and shook his head. He'd been trapped in a scheme of his own making. "That wouldn't be fair. We've got to pair up. Laura wants him, too. Let her have him. You take on Don." To his tortured thoughts, he would much rather have Don's rather small cock sliding in and out of Carol's very small cunt than have that big, monstrous horse cock of Harry's doing its damage.
Debra let them argue and stew for a while. She rather enjoyed this game. Normally her swap parties went off smoothly. The groupies seemed to pair up automatically and do their things. Tonight was different, and purposely so. She had arranged it this way and had thoroughly briefed the other girls.
The two lovely girls both had their hands wrapped around the big prick. Both were demanding first crack at it. Both husbands were trying to talk some sense into their wives. Both wives were purposely acting bullheaded about it. Neither would bulge from the hard cock.
Harry was enjoying the feel of the hands on his cock too much to take sides. He was a fair minded man. He would settle for either girl. He wished they'd get it settled so he could start fucking. "Make up your minds, folks!" He grinned.
Debra finally held up a hand. "I've got the solution, folks."
"Oh?" All eyes turned toward her.
Grinning impishly, Debra announced, "Both girls want you, Harry. Do you think you can handle them both?"
"Me? Handle these dolls?" Harry's eyes lit up. "Hell yes. I can take them both on! You mean," he added, a touch of awe in his voice, "I can have both of 'em?" His prick surged to new heights at the thought.
Debra nodded. "Guess that's how it'll have to work out. At my parties, the girls choose their partners. They've chosen you. So go ahead, take them!" Patting both girls on the fannies, she shoved them forward. "You can use the first bedroom to the left."
When the happy trio headed toward the bedroom, Paul cut in with a howl of rage, "Hold it! This isn't fair. This isn't swapping!"
Don echoed his protest. Again he was being denied the lovely little golden-haired pussy. "Yeah, I agree with Paul. How about us?"
Debra gathered the protesters to her by wrapping hands around their half hard cocks. "Relax, boys, I'll take good care of you. I can handle both of you." She chuckled, and headed her group toward her bedroom.
"But ... but. ..." Paul dragged his feet.
"But ... but. ..." Don dragged his feet.
Debra put an end to the foot dragging. She was a big girl, with a big cunt that needed tending to. She hauled both men to her bedroom. Before closing the door, she gave a wink to Carol and Laura, she murmured, "Have fun, girls !"
"We will," promised Carol, entering the room with horse cock Harry in tow -- her hand on his prick.
"We will," Laura echoed her sentiments.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carol removed her fingers from the huge cock upon entering the bedroom. She closed the door and stood in the middle of the room. Debra's plan had worked so far. Getting Harry into this bedroom with them, after giving Paul and Don a good view of the king-sized cock they were going to get. The basic thinking behind the plan the girls had cooked up was simple: once Paul got a good view of the enormous cock that would be shoved up Carol's tiny cunt, he should get second thoughts about swapping.
Under ordinary circumstances, no normal man would want to subject his wife to such a huge prick. A prick that would have a tendency to make a big cunt out of a little cunt.
Once Debra had explained her theory to Carol, and had mentioned Horse Cock Harry, she had gone along with the deal. Not that she was looking forward to taking on the big bastard, but because it did seem like a way to get Paul out of the wife swapping kick.
Carol reasoned that Paul, who had a nice sized cock himself, would probably not want to subject her to enormous cocks like Harry's. His idea of swapping was to pair up with compatible companions, with equal sized cocks and pussies. She could sense that Paul had been deeply troubled at sight of Harry's cock. He had initially been enthused and impressed because it was the Harry Jones, football star.
He had been looking forward to meeting the guy. Now, having met him and having also met his cock, she could sense that Paul's enthusiasm had waned. That possibly he was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing. She kept hoping that he would come barging in the - bedroom like a knight in shining armor to rescue her from the big shaft.
At the moment Harry had her in his clutches. He was kissing her, squeezing her lush melons against his not too hairy chest and was stroking her cute butt. "Cripes, you're a lovely girl, Carol," he murmured huskily, while stroking, fondling and squeezing. He eased her back to the bed and dumped her on it, like he used to dump tacklers. He quickly stretched her flat, lifted her knees, spread her legs wide and gazed in adoration at her tiny golden-haired cunt. His eyes were filled with reverence and awe. It wasn't often he had a chance to gaze upon a teenaged pussy. Most of his playmates were in their twenties and thirties.
Laura, sensing his pre-occupation, hopped up onto the bed, flopped on her back, lifted her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Her nice sized, brown-haired twat twitched enticingly as she toyed with it and gently stroked it lewdly. "Don't forget me," she chuckled, "I've got a hot box, too!" She humped it up and down a few times suggestively.
Harry, who'd knelt between Carol's wide, outstretched legs and had been set to ram his cock into her cunt, paused. It dawned on him that he wasn't being a perfect gentleman. He had promised to take care of both girls, not just this delectable teenaged darling. Laura had a point. He couldn't ignore her.
With a big grin on his face, he flopped between them. Normally he didn't try two girls on for size at one time. An impossible task, since he had but one cock. He decided to let the girls take the initiative. Laying flat on his back, hands above his head and smiling contentedly, he said, "Okay, girls, get with it. There's my cock. You work something out."
Laura giggled and quickly turned around on the bed. She got on her knees alongside him and faced down. This brought her face in close proximity to his prick. She motioned for Carol to follow her lead.
Reluctantly Carol eased around on the bed. Her hopes that Paul would come barging in to save her were hashed. She knew that at this moment, he probably had his cock buried deep in Debra's cunt. Sighing with discontent, she turned her attention to the business at hand. She squatted on her legs opposite Laura who was playing with Harry's big prick. Laura gently handled the huge monster. She wrapped her hands around it and slowly jerked it. Carol reached over and grabbed a handful of cock. She felt it snap to attention when her fingers closed about it, and heard Harry's moan of happiness.
"Isn't this a big one!" gushed Laura, bending over and kissing the cockhead. She teased her tongue all around the piss slit and bulging knob and onto the foreskin. "I'll bet it's a good mouthful!" Laura slowly eased her mouth down. Her mouth expanded to take the huge shaft. Down. Down. Shoving hands aside she drew the huge cock into her eager mouth. Her cheeks billowed in and out as she inhaled the mighty cock.
She pulled back, and gurgled, "Here, hon, you try it!" she invited generously.
Shrugging disconsolately, Carol eased her face down. She wasn't quite in the mood yet. Disappointment was still with her. She had been hoping against hope that Paul would be here by now. He wasn't. She eased her tongue out and licked the huge cockhead. A few drops of cum oozed from the slit. She licked the hot stuff into her mouth and swallowed it.
Her interest began perking up as she swabbed the huge, bulbous cockhead. It suddenly dawned on her. The guy had a monstrous cock!
Until now, she'd been vaguely aware of the size of it. She'd been too intent on her other worries to pay much attention. Now, with the damned thing at her lips, it dawned on her what she was coping with. She opened her mouth wide and slowly slid it onto the big, fat prick. She gagged and almost choked as the big penis slid down her throat. She adjusted and worked it in and out of her mouth slowly.
"Take it all!" encouraged Laura, stroking her sucking partner's blonde hair and gently easing the sucking face downward.
Carol's excitement grew as she inhaled the prick. She had it almost all in her mouth. She judged it to be at least nine inches long and a couple inches thick. A veritable horse cock. And she was taking it! Her nose bumped against his hairy belly when she hit bottom. She scrootched around to a more favorable position. Now her nose was buried in his big, hairy balls, while his cock was buried in her throat.
She slid on top of him to a sixty-nine position. This made for more direct sucking and allowed his prick to slide all the way down. She eagerly sucked. "In. Out. The pissy odor emanating from his cock area excited her. The smell from his hairy asshole was heady. While sucking his cock, she jabbed fingers in and out of his puckered, brownish colored asshole.
Then it happened!
Harry, getting all charged up by the cock sucking lovely, pulled her down onto his face. He began sucking her tiny cunt!
The two hot lovers thrashed around on the bed. He pumped his big cock in and out of her small mouth. She humped her tiny pussy in and out of his eager mouth. They fought each other for thrills. First he was on top, slamming his big prick into her now willing mouth, and rasping, "Take that, you filthy little slut! And that! I'm fucking your pretty face, you little bitch! You fucking baby-doll. You cock sucking slut. ... "
"Yes. Yes." She whimpered and moaned while accepting his huge shaft. She crunched her pussy onto his eager mouth. "Such my cunt, handsome. Suck the piss out of it. Make it cum! Make it cum. ... Oooooooh ... aaaaaaah...."
Laura, momentarily sidetracked by the eager lovers, decided to get into the act. She scrootched in between them and pried them apart. She pushed Carol's hot cunt from Harry's hot mouth. "Let me get some sucking!" she squealed. She squatted her asshole directly on Harry's face. "Suck my asshole, you bastard!"
Harry, momentarily deprived of a gorgeous cunt and suddenly saddled with a stinking ass-hole, adjusted quickly. Holding Laura up by the asscheeks, he raised and lowered her shit chute to his eager mouth. He kissed the brownish hole. He nipped it. He ran his tongue far in. Eagerly and happily he sucked Laura's shit chute while Carol continued to suck his big prick.
At the moment Harry decided he was in seventh heaven. He was being assailed by two lovely girls. One an adorable teenaged blonde. The other an older, but almost as pretty brownette.
Not a bad deal for a retired football player with a big cock. The sucking trio continued to get their licks in and bounce around on the bed. The girls took turns sucking Harry's cock. They took turns meshing their hot cunt and hot asshole onto his eager mouth.
With each suck of Harry's big cock and each lick of his mouth at her cunt, Carol's inner revulsion underwent a change. This kind of action was exciting. Never before in her young life had she ever been subjected to such a huge prick. She ogled the immense, throbbing shaft in awe. She fondled it. She wrapped fingers around it. She kissed it. She ran her tongue the full length of it. She squeezed at his balls.
Passion and lust built high in her. She knew now what Debra had been hinting at when she'd mentioned what Carol needed was a good sized cock like this to help her get over her sexual hangups. With each suck of the enormous cock she began wondering if she could take it up her tiny cunt.
While she was toying with his cock, he was busily nibbling at Laura's lush titties. She had her hands around the back of his head and was pulling his hot lips onto her hot breasts. This left his cock free momentarily for Carol to play with. She played. She stroked. She sucked. Her pussy was on fire. From Harry's sucking of it, and from the expectation that soon she'd have this enormous cock shoved into it -- if she could take it!
The time was now!
Carol eased onto her back, next to the hot couple. She turned Harry onto his back. Holding his cock with one hand, she breathed, huskily, "I'm ready for fucking, Harry. Please?"
Laura frowned, then quickly smiled. This had been part of the plan. To get Carol all heated up. To have Harry sock it to her. She quickly scrambled around on the bed, positioning herself alongside Carol. She eased Harry to his knees and in between Carol's outstretched legs. "Yeah, Big Boy!" she chortled. "Let's see you fuck this kid!"
Harry, who'd been wondering what arrangements would be made for his pleasure, quickly obeyed the girls. He knelt between the lovely legs, lifted Carol's knees, spread her legs wider and stared in awe at the tiny crack. He sucked in a deep breath. "Such a tiny pussy," he breathed reverently, touching it and fingering it. He gazed at his huge cock, then stared at the small cunt. He shook his head. "Gee, I don't know if it'll fit." This had been a problem for years. Reaming out tiny twats with his huge shaft.
He eased forward and teased his cockhead against the tiny slot. His huge, bulbous cockhead completely hid the tiny opening. Beads of sweat were on his forehead. He licked his chops and moved forward again. He felt the head slide in slightly. The cunt was an unyielding object. He gave another slight push. Gained another bit of entry. "Relax, Baby," he whispered, smiling reassuringly and touching her breasts with his free hand. The other hand was guiding cock into slot.
She smiled bravely and nodded, trying to keep the tears of pain from her eyes. She tried relaxing, but instead found herself tensing. The cock was so huge. Her cunt was so small. "Shove it in, Harry," she whispered.
He shoved. Not a mighty shove, but a gentle one. He had learned from past experience that at a time like this, gentleness is the key. Ever so gently, but firmly, he stroked his big shaft into the well sucked pussy. He felt the vaginal lips spread apart. He felt his solid cock pressing hard against the velvety walls. He felt his cock slide over the cute ditty button of love. He was in no rush to enter her. He meshed his cockhead around and about on her maidenhead for some time. "Easy does it, Baby. ..."
She whimpered and moaned from the pain and anguish of the big cock that was barely in-side her tight pussy. She was glad he wasn't raping her. That he was easing in gently. She relaxed. With the relaxation of her cunt muscles, he managed to ease another inch of cock into the hole. Then another inch.
He was sweating profusely. His brown eyes were alight with lewdness and passion. He beat down an overwhelming urge to shove his big cock far into the tiny cunt. He continued to be patient and gentle. He eased another inch inward and continued to stroke in and out with what he already had in. Her inner cunt walls were meshing hard against his plunging penis. He backed up slightly to get a good view of the action.
His prick hardened even more at the sight. Her cute, puffy vaginal lips were firmly wrapped around his enormous shaft. With each inward and outward stroke, the tiny lips were moving in and out of her well. It was an awe inspiring sight. Never before had his prick been gripped so tightly by vaginal lips. This tiny, golden-haired twat was firmly wrapped around his huge prick in a vise-like grip.
The inner juices were beginning to lubricate his shaft. He had two inches buried in, then three and ever so slowly he slid a few more inches.
Carol wailed and moaned in pain and anguish as he shoved more and more cock into cunt. The big bastard was tearing her cunt apart at the seams -- or so it seemed. With each lunge inward, the pain increased, and became almost unbearable. She shoved, pushed, wailed and screamed. "Take it out! Take it out! It's too big! It hurts! Please take it out," she whimpered, and moaned, while thrashing under his power strokes.
He no longer was kind and gentle. The sight of his enormous wand disappearing into the tiny, hairy cunt had turned him on. He pushed all the way in. He pounded her tiny pussy unmercifully. He could no longer contain his lust and passion. In. Out. He dipped his dip stick. He struck cum, some of it his. His face was a mask of fury, lewdness and lust as he fucked the small teenaged darling. "C'mon, you little bitch! Move it! Move it!"
The little, teenaged bitch whimpered, moaned and sobbed, but she moved her ass. Seeing that her wails, tears and sobs were not having the slightest effect on the big cocked bastard who was now raping her, she relaxed and accepted her fate. And having relaxed and accepted, she found herself adjusting.
The searing pain began to recede. Her inner juices, and his cum lubricated her cunt and allowed easier ingress of the mighty shaft. With each stroke of his big prick into her tiny cunt, she found the pleasure overcoming the pain. Soon the pain was all gone. Now it was all pleasure.
She had met the big bastard and she had conquered it. Her tiny twat had accepted the challenge of the monster cock. Her tears dried. Her sobs stopped. The frown of discontent and anguish erased from her face. Her eyes were filled with lust and her mind filled with madness. "C'rnon, you big cocked bastard," she whimpered happily, "fuck it to me. Fuck the shit out of me. Ram me with that big cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oooooooh ... aaaaaah. ..."
She bounced around like a whore out of control. At that moment she grew into womanhood. At that moment she knew the real meaning of man-girl love. All feelings of revulsion were long gone. She thoroughly enjoyed getting banged by this hairy bastard of a man. Debra had been so right. This guy Harry was the medicine she needed to help her get rid of her sexual hangups.
Harry's big cock driving in and out of her tiny pussy had succeeded in driving out all the silly notions she'd had about hating men and loving only girls. Never again would that happen to her. Not as long as there were big cocked bastards around. With each driving of his piston, he succeeded in driving out her sexual aversions.
She had found herself at last. And this was it. Being a swapper. She drew Harry deeper and deeper into her embrace. She wrapped her lovely legs around his hairy legs and pulled more and more cock into her cunt. "Fuck me, Harry. Fuck the shit out of me." In between urging him to greater efforts and realizing she'd passed her crisis, she noticed that they were no longer alone. The room seemed to be filled with people.
Gathered around the bed, watching the wonderful rape of the teenaged bride, were the rest of the group. Debra, with a knowing smile on her face,. winked at Carol. She had taken on Paul and Don. She had brought them in here to watch the show. They, along with Laura, stood around the bed, applauding and silently, for some, approving the action.
The one who wag registering complete disapproval was Paul.
He was not applauding. He was not enthused. He was not getting worked up. He was very thoughtful as he watched the ex-football star pour his big cock into Carol's tiny twat. The twat that Paul had married six months ago.
With each stroke of the huge cock into the tiny pussy, he winced. He noticed the expression of sheer lust and pleasure on Carol's face, and frowned. She had never gotten this worked up for him. He stared glumly into her sparkling eyes.
"Fuck me, Harry!" joyously crowed Carol, humping up and down like a whore. Unmindful of the audience, she was giving a good account of herself. She felt exhilarated. Reaching out, she took Paul's hand. "Hold my hand, dear," she whispered, "while this big cocked bastard fucks me." She squeezed Paul's hand and whimpered in ecstasy and delight as Harry poured cock to her. "Like wow! It feels so good, Harry. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me good. Oooooooh ... Aaaaaaah. ..." She didn't miss a stroke while holding Paul's hand and humping up and down.
Harry, an old hand at giving fucking exhibitions went all out. He pounded this teenaged delight unmercifully. In. Out. He buried his enormous cock. He meshed up and down on her lush tits while bouncing up and down. He tried to control his cum, but nature took its toll. The tightness of the cunt and the excitement of the moment were too much. "I'm gonna cum!" he wailed, happily, pounding in deeper and deeper. "I'm gonna cum! Cum with me. ..."
"Yes. Yes." Carol humped harder and faster. "I'm gonna cum, too, big cock. Now. ..." She grabbed Paul and pulled him to her. "Kiss me, Paul! Kiss me while this big bastard fills my cunt with his cum!"
Paul tried pulling away but she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his face to hers. Their lips met. She pressed hard against his reluctant lips. She kissed him -- at the very moment Harry unloaded in her cunt!
She squiggled, moaned and humped up and down like wild, unloading a gigantic orgasm. "I'm cuming!" she wailed and moaned between kisses. "I'm cuming! He's cuming. And you're kissing me dear! Right while Harry's filling 'my cunt with cum!" She moaned, whimpered and sobbed excitingly at the unusual circumstances.
She held tightly to Harry's hairy legs and pulled him harder and harder into her cunt, to exact every fucking drop of his fucking prick into her splasming cunt.
At the same time she kissed her husband tenderly and happily. Between kisses and moans, she murmured, "He's cuming in me, dear. He's shooting a load of hot cum in my cunt, while you're kissing me. Gee. This is fun!"
They meshed around a bit longer. Paul continued to try to break away from the action that was causing him deep concern. This wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind about swapping. Having been shunted off onto Debra had been bad enough. Now, kissing his own wife while another guy was filling her cunt with cum was something else again.
He finally broke away. Nature was taking its toll. Harry's cock was drooping. Carol's passion was ebbing.
Paul glared. He frowned. "That wasn't very funny, Carol!"
Carol nuzzled up to Harry who had flopped onto his side and was staring at the group with a vapid look in his glassy eyes. "I thought it was wonderful," Carol retorted. She ran her hands across Harry's hairy chest and toyed with his man-sized nipples. Returning Paul's glare with a sweet, disarming smile, she said, "Why don't you bug off, dear? Harry and me want to be alone, don't we?"
Harry, too bushed at the moment to argue with anyone, nodded. "We sure do." Since she was fondling and tweaking his tits, he began fondling and tweaking hers.
"Carol!" Paul bestowed a nasty glare. "Knock off this silliness."
Carol continued to fondle Harry's tits and moved a hand down to his limber cock, which even in repose was majestic. "What silliness?". she smiled sweetly. "We came here to swap, didn't we?"
"Yes, but. ..."
"Well, I've chosen my swap partner for the night. Harry. Now, why don't you be a nice little husband and get lost? Go fuck Debra some more. Or maybe Laura will give you another crack at her crack!" She winked knowingly at Laura.
Laura took the hint. She grabbed Paul by the arm and reached for his limp cock. "Yeah, Paul, let's you and me have a session." She eased him toward the bedroom door.
"But ... but. ..." Paul objected.
"Goodnight, dear!" Carol continued giving with the sweet, disarming smile.
"But. ...Paul tossed in a last but hope-fully. Carol shook her head.
He left the bedroom, followed by Don and Debra who knew when to leave a swapping couple alone. A couple who had found happiness atop a bed., Paul wore a very thoughtful expression on his face when he left the room. Very thoughtful.
Carol turned to her new lover. The man who had succeeded in helping her get rid of her sexual hangups. The man who had turned her thoughts from Lesbianism to all girl thoughts. She gazed in admiration at the hairy bastard. There wasn't a trace of revulsion as she eyed him from stem to stern. She was going to thoroughly enjoy this hairy bastard -- if she could get him aroused again.
She reached for his cock. The moment her fingers closed over the limp wand, it began to stiffen. She smiled to herself. There would be no problem in arousing the passion in this beast.
No problem at all.
CHAPTER NINE
Carol eased back on the couch in Debra's living room and sipped at her drink. She was dressed in her favorite blue bikini. The tiny garments that accentuated her positives and brought out the wolf whistles from the male, and some female onlookers, at the project swimming pool. It was Wednesday afternoon. She'd just had a light lunch and in answer to Debra's phone call had dropped in on her best friend, allegedly for a dip in the pool and for some sun tanning.
Debra, also clad in a form-revealing brief bikini, seemed to be in no hurry to get to the swimming bit. It was a warm, sultry afternoon. An ideal day for a dip in the pool.
Debra busied herself around the living room a bit. She straightened up an ash tray here, a magazine there and tidied up the place in between pouring rounds of drinks. Finally, she came over and sat on the couch next to Carol. Glancing at her watch, she cut loose with a big smile. "I haven't seen you much since my last party-almost ten days ago." She let her hand slide down onto the top of Carol's bikini bra, and toyed with the crest of her lush melons.
"I've been kind of busy. Did some shopping in town. We got a new lounge chair for Paul to rest his weary bones on after a hard day at the office." She smiled.
Debra let her hand slide further down onto Carol's lush titties. Her eyes grew smouldery. "You sure turn me on, darling," she breathed huskily. "I can see why Harry flipped for you." She gently massaged Carol's breasts.
Carol blushed at recollection of the swap party here the weekend before last. It was a night she would never forget. Horse Cock Harry had taken good care of her. He had devoted his entire night to making her happy, and he had succeeded. Not only had he succeeded in turning her on, but he'd also driven her sexual hangups to the back burner. The big, hairy bastard had driven all thoughts of revulsion from her mind. Her revulsion against hairy men. Harry's big cock had driven those goofy thoughts from her mind.
Even now, with Debra clowning around with her tits, she didn't have the old urge to return the favor.
Gently she disengaged Debra's groping fingers from her large, firm melons. Smiling blandly, she said, "How about if we go for a quick swim?"
Debra's eyes clouded. "You don't want to have a quick session with me in my bedroom first?" She reseed her hand atop Carol's bikini bottom on the soft mound.
"Not really, Debra. I kinda got out of that thinking -- since Harry."
"Oh?" Debra pretended disappointment but continued to scratch at Carol's covered snatch.
Carol smiled tenderly and humped her pussy forward. "If you want to suck me off, dear," she whispered, "go right ahead. I'll just lay back here against the couch and watch you." She gave a few more humps upward.
Debra chuckled and bounced back on the couch, leaning against it with her back. "Hell no, darling, I don't want to suck your cunt. I'm just testing you. To see if you've really gotten over your lez hangup." She giggled. "I kinda figured Harry and his big cock would cure you."
"It sure did."
Glancing at her watch again, Debra murmured, "Speaking of Harry -- the bastard will be here soon."
"Harry's coming here? Today?" Carol flushed hotly.
"He sure is. He's coming here after he has lunch in town. Him and one of the associate producers of his TV show. Ray Edmonds."
"Oh? And why am I here?" The flush on her face deepened.
"He wants to meet you again. He wants Ray to meet you. He wants to invite you to his next swap party. This weekend."
"Harry wants me to come to his swap party?"
"And your husband too, of course." Debra leaned back on the couch and giggled. "Darling, you haven't lived until you've been to one of Harry's parties. Like wow!" Debra rolled her eyes expressively.
"What are they like?" Carol could feel herself heating up just at the thought of getting another crack at big old Horse Cock. She knew Paul would be enthused about going too. Paul was the instigator of their swapping. She could accept for both of them -- if she were asked.
"Well," explained Debra, half closing her eyes, "Harry and Ray rent this fabulous estate out on the Sound. They're both single, and they're _both swingers. Every so often they throw a bash that's like out of this world. They know a lot of show biz people. Young swingers, swappers and friendly types. Every so often they throw special parties. And this time they want to make you the star of the swap party."
"Me?"
"Usually," continued Debra, her voice soft, "there are a half dozen couples, some married, some single."
"How am I going to be the star of such a group?"
"You and Paul will be new members of the group. Harry puts on a show when he gets a new member like you. Picture yourself on a stage. In a bed. Movie cameras around taking the picture, with sound effects. Some of the partygoers are members of the TV network," Debra explained. "You'll be stark naked. The camera will be focusing in on you from all angles. Then the six, or maybe seven men at the party will strip and line up beside your bed."
"What for?" Carol's eyes bugged wide in innocence.
"To gang fuck you!"
"What?" She was almost sorry she'd asked the question. "Gang fuck me?"
"That's Harry's way of breaking in new girls for his special swap group. He knows that with such an adorable girl like you, all the guys at the party will want first crack at you for regular swap. So he came up with this brainstorm about letting all the guys get a crack at every new girl who joins his group. The men'll draw straws to see what position they take in line."
"Gang fuck me?" Carol was still mulling over the remarkable statement. She could visualize in her mind six, or seven horny bastards lined up at her bedside, taking turns fucking her.
Six, or seven horny bastards!
"Gee, I couldn't do that! I've never been gang. fucked in my life."
She shook her head. "Un-unh. I mean-like six, or seven guys in a row? I couldn't cope. The most I've ever done is a few times a" night -- with the same man." The man had been Harry, at Debra's recent swap party. And that hadn't been in a row. There had been long pauses in between.
Gathering Carol's hands in hers, Debra smiled knowingly. "You can do it. Hell, I've taken on as high as twenty guys in one night." She patted Carol's crotch. "This little pussy'll surprise you, darling. It'll stretch a foot, but won't tear an inch. Hell, at Harry's parties, most girls get fucked a dozen times at least before the weekend's over."
The thought was intriguing. Carol mulled over it, then the thought was thrust aside. Harry was entering the apartment, for which he had a key. He was followed by a handsome young man.
Harry's face lit up. Swooping down, he lifted Carol to her feet and showered her with kisses. "Darling. Darling," he breathed huskily. "I'm glad you're here." He was dressed in slacks and sports shirt. Turning to his friend, he murmured, "Didn't I tell you she was something, Ray ?" He quickly made the introductions. "Ray Edmonds. Carol Collins."
Ray gathered her hand in his and smiled. He was about twenty-four, a handsome hunk of man. He was heavy, about five foot ten, had mod cut longish blond hair and a wild moustache. His pinkish white skin was smooth and he had pale blue eyes. He, too, was dressed in a mod sports outfit.
"So you're Carol?" Ray's voice was low and husky. In addition to being an associate producer of the TV show, he occasionally put in time as an announcer and part time guest. His pale blue eyes lit up as he ogled her from stem to stern. "Harry's been yakking about you ever since Debra's party. His teenaged delight, he calls you. H'mmm. I can see why he's been raving!"
Carol flushed under his glance. "Hi, Ray." She withdrew her hand.
Harry glanced at Debra. "You fill her in on my party this weekend?"
"We were discussing it."
Harry turned. "Well, how about it, pretty one? Will you and your husband be there?"
"I'm not sure." She hedged. "I'll have to talk it over with Paul."
Harry shrugged and smiled. "He'll come. After all, this swapping's his idea. When you tell him there'll be half a dozen beautiful chicks there, he'll jump at the chance."
"In the meantime, let's go for a swim. That's what you guys came here for, isn't it?" Debra cut in.
"Sure. We'll join you at the pool. Ray and me'll change into swim trunks." Harry headed for the guest bedroom which he used as though it were his own. He had a sizeable portion of his clothes stashed there, including swim trunks.
At poolside, Debra turned to Carol. "Well, what do you think of Ray?"
"He's a good looking guy. Does he have a steady girl ?"
"Steady girl? Hah! You've got to be kidding. Him and Harry are having far too much fun playing the field to settle down with one girl. Swinging bachelors. Ah, here they come!"
Carol sucked in a deep breath at the sight. Two handsome guys. Both somewhat hairy. Their white skins were acquiring a nice tan. Two perfect specimens of young manhood. Enough to turn a girl on. She felt herself turning on.
The foursome frolicked around in the pool for about an hour, playing grab-ass, dunking each other, and sun tanning. They then headed back to Debra's apartment.
"Let's go into my bedroom and dry off," Debra suggested-casually.
With a slight frown, Carol trooped along with the dripping wet group. All of them in Debra's bedroom?
Arriving in Debra's large, airy bedroom, . they stood around while Debra zipped into the bathroom for a handful of towels. She quickly tossed them around. "Start drying!" she ordered.
Debra turned to Ray, and murmured, "How about drying my back, honey?"
Ray stopped the process of drying under his arms and along his hairy chest and arms and quickly complied with her request. Smiling impishly, he toweled Debra's lovely back. He patted her butt and thighs. Then, ever so slowly, he unhooked her bikini bra and slid it from her. Debra's large, lush melons popped into view. A glorious sight.
Still at Debra's rear, Ray began drying her all over. Reaching around with the towel he dabbed it onto her out-thrust breasts and gently dried them. He then ran his fingers and towel down her belly and ever so slowly he slid her bikini bottom down. Debra turned around and stood before him stark naked. Her huge, hairy pussy was sopping wet.
Ray swiped at her wet pussy with the towel. He ran the towel all over Debra's lush, nude physique. Ray thoroughly enjoyed drying lovely Debra off. Gently, and slowly, he caressed her with the towel.
Debra slowly began drying Ray off. She pressed the towel against his hairy chest and dabbed. She eased her fingers down. and removed his borrowed swim trunks. Kneeling before him to remove his swim trunks completely, she toweled his cock and balls. This drying action and the sight of her in the nude had the effect of giving him a hard-on. His limp prick began to gain stature. With each swipe of the towel and feel of her fingers, his cock grew in size.
Carol, watching the action and feeling herself heating up, gulped in appreciation.
Ray's prick was almost as big as Harry's!
She was now aware that Harry was emulating his friend. He was at her rear, dabbing with a towel. He now had her bra off and was drying, fondling and toying with her lush breasts. With each stroke of his towel and fingers she felt herself heating up considerably.
For a fleeting moment, she had the urge to flee. It dawned on her that she shouldn't be here in Debra's bedroom with two naked men and another naked girl. Not while poor old Paul was working in the city. It wasn't fair to him. Swapping was one thing, but this was a trifle different. This had been prearranged by Debra deliberately, and without Paul's knowledge. Deep inside Carol knew that Paul would probably disapprove of her being here in this room like this.
Her feelings underwent a change as she emulated Debra and began drying Harry, and fondling his cock. It wasn't as if this man was a stranger, she reasoned. He was a swap partner. She recalled how Harry had shot a big wad of cum into her snatch while Paul was holding her hand and kissing her.
This made it all right. Besides which, she was too hot now to run from the scene. Both men were bone-hard. Both guys had huge cocks. Harry's was maybe a trifle larger. A straight nine inches compared to Ray's eight and three quarters, give, or take an eighth.
While Harry dried her off, she dried him off. While he dabbed at her snatch and titties with his towel, she dabbed at his cock, balls and tits with her towel. It was lewd, exciting and filled her with heat. When he suddenly crushed her to his embrace and swamped her with kisses, she willingly and freely kissed him in return. She could feel his huge prick sliding between her thighs as she melted into his embrace.
"Little girl," he breathed huskily. "I love you so much. How about a fast fuck? I'm so damned hot!"
"Me, too." She nodded assent and backed toward the king-sized bed. The sight of so much nudeness, including her own, had turned her on. She was hot to trot.
She lay on her back on the bed, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and held out her arms. "Fuck me, Harry," she whispered. "Fuck the shit out of me."
Harry appeared in no rush. An old hand at getting his kicks, he knew how to exact the utmost pleasure. He had long ago gotten over the jack-rabbit approach. The slam-bang then done system. He had joined the' ranks of the enjoyers of things beautiful, including making a fuck last, last, last. ...
Kneeling before the adorable blonde teenaged girl, he gently touched her tiny golden-haired crack. He fingered it. He smiled at it. He pursed his lips at it. He eased fingers in and out. "Isn't this the most adorable cunt you've ever seen, Ray?"
Ray knelt up on the bed, alongside his buddie. His eyes were also wide in approval of the wondrous sight. "It sure is, Harry. It's the tiniest cunt I've seen in a long time. You sure you fucked her before?"
"I sure did. It was a tough struggle, but I finally got my big, old cock in there." He continued to stroke and fondle the tiny item.
Ray fondled Carol's lush melons and stroked her inner thighs. Like Harry, he, too, had learned the art of enjoying a girl. Especially a teenaged darling like this.
Being in show business, Ray had ogled many a naked young girl. He knew that this little girl with the tiny golden cunt could hold her own with any beauty he'd ever observed. This kid had a freshness about her that was exhilarating. Her baby blue eyes sparkled. Her mouth was partly open with expectation. She had hold of both their enormous pricks and she was gently jerking them. Harry had taught her how to handle pricks during their session.
"Can I have first crack at her, ole buddy?" Ray murmured, winking lewdly. "After all you had her for a whole night here at Debra's past party."
Harry snapped his fingers. "I got an idea! Let's give her a sample of gang fucking?"
Ray pretended ignorance. "Just the two of us?"
"We'll line up on her. A few strokes at a time. We'll hold off coming in her as long as possible. Like at our party this weekend. There'll be half a dozen of us lined up for her. Each guy will shoot his load. So what we can do now, is give the kid some practice. Show her how it'll be to get gang fucked. We'll each take turns shoving cock into her a few times, without coming. Got it?"
"Sounds like fun. Let's go. Who's going to be first?"
"Be my guest!" Harry generously stepped from the bed and stood in line to await his turn. A one man line. In the meantime, Debra stepped to the bar in the room and began pouring a round of drinks. She knew the boys would need reinforcements.
Carol, flat on her back, enjoyed this by-play and the feel of the cocks in her hands. She was sizzling hot and raring for action, but had sense enough to let the men do the leading. She gulped in awe at the two cocks she. was massaging. With each stroke of her small hands, the cocks seemed to get bigger and bigger. She doubted she'd be able to take them both on. The cocks were too big -- her cunt was too small.
Ray knelt between her legs. He smiled and wet his lips. "Ready, darling?" he breathed huskily.
Carol nodded. "I'm ready." Her voice was low and filled with an edge of terror. The prick approaching her tiny cunt was so huge -- so damned huge. ...
CHAPTER TEN
Carol tried to relax when Ray approached her cunt with his big cock. She smiled bravely and pursed her lips for some kissing. She enjoyed getting kissed while getting fucked. His lips pressed against hers and, he eased his tongue inward. Reaching down, she steered his cock toward her hole. She gulped in awe. Ray had a nice cock. It was easily as -big as her husband's, maybe a trifle thicker.
She was glad now that the boys decided to let Ray fuck her first. She could adjust to him more easily than to Horse Cock Harry. She eased his cockhead up against her snatch and pushed upward and forward.
She groaned when his bone-hard cock meshed against her tiny crack. Her vaginal lips were still moist from the swim in the pool, and the inner moisture generated by her heat. "Take it easy, Ray!" she pleaded. "Your cock is so big!"
He nodded and gently pushed inward. His enormous cockhead slid into the tiny opening. He paused and regrouped when she bit her lip in pain. He was in no rush. Ray prided himself on his fucking technique. Like his good pal, Harry, he had learned the technique of patience, gentleness and had an amazing ability to keep his prick hard for a considerable length of time when he had it buried deep in a cunt.
He eased another inch of cock inward. Another groan from Carol. Another inch. Another groan. Another inch, then the moans of pain turned to gasps of joy and pleasure. He was almost in to his limit. Slowly he pressured his cock in and out. Her tight, vaginal lips gripped his shaft in a vise-like grip. Her lips clung to his cock as he slid it in and out. With each inward stroke her vaginal lips went inward. With each outward stroke they came out, pressed tightly around his surging cock. He pressed his hairy chest against her luscious melons. "I'm fucking you, pretty girl!" he breathed huskily.
"Yes. Yes." The pain had long gone. The pleasure had taken over. The big cock completely filled her tiny cunt. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled him forward. She pulled his hairy chest to her melons and wriggled around. "Fuck me, you bastard!" she whimpered. "Fuck the shit out of me! Like wow!"
Ray stroked in and out a dozen times, then he suddenly pulled his cock out. Hopping from the luscious teenager with the tiny cunt, he stood at the side of the bed and motioned with his hand. "Next!"
Harry climbed aboard. Fortunately for him, Ray had reamed the tiny cunt sufficiently for him to gain entrance without undue pain. He slid his cock inward and took up the pounding where Ray had left off. In. Out. His enormous cock slapped into the adorable pussy. He continued for a dozen strokes, then he, too, hopped from the hole and allowed Ray to take over.
In. Out. Up. Down. The two horny men ravaged her tiny cunt. Both had excellent control of their lust and passion. Both were well versed in the art of delayed cuming. Both knew that when they came some of the joy would recede. Unhurriedly, they gang fucked the pretty teenaged blonde with the tiny pussy.
Carol moaned, thrashed around and tried her damndest to make them cum. She pulled at them. She tried wrapping her legs around their legs to hold them to her cunt until they shot their load. Again and again she had orgasms. Her cunt adjusted to the poundings of the wondrous cocks.
"Cum in me!" she screamed, time and again. "Ram that bastard in! Keep in there. Squirt some juice in me. Now. Now. Aaaaaaaah. ... Ooooooooooh ... I'm cuming! I'm cuming. ... Cum with me. ... Please. ..."
All her plead and begging fell on deaf ears. The men had their minds made up as to how they were going to play the game. Whenever they felt themselves about to cum, they simply pulled out and let the other man take over.
Their passions ebbed and heated up. After about a half dozen stabs at her pussy, they both stood beside the bed and peered down. Neither man had cum. At the moment they were allowing their pricks to go down, while they sipped at their drinks.
"That's just a sample of gang fucking, darling," explained Harry. "At my party, of course, no one will pull out of your cunt until they've shot their wad. How d'ya like it?"
Carol, still moaning, still in heat, and still writhing around on the bed, glared. "You bastards! Getting me all hot and bothered and not finishing me!" She pouted.
Debra sat on the bed next to her and deliberately poured a drink onto Carol's spasming snatch. Grinning impishly she said, "Cool it, darling. The boys'll finish you plenty of times before the day's over!" She fingered Carol's sopping wet pussy and tasted of the tangy liquid she'd poured on it. "Won't you, guys?" She winked lewdly and took a few licks at Carol's cunt.
"We sure will!" Harry eased onto the bed and began licking at the liquor Debra had poured into Carol's snatch. "H'mm. This tastes good! How about another shot here, Debra ?"
Debra poured more liquor into the tiny pussy.
Harry, with an assist from Ray, slurped up the juices. The boys shoved their tongues far into the tiny cunt they'd just been fucking.
Carol squealed and moaned in. delight. Every fiber in her slender body was in heat. These older, experienced characters sure knew how to heat a girl up.
Debra slopped some liquor around and about on Carol's lush tits. She then eased down and began licking them. Debra had to fight for sucking time as Harry, with a squeal of delight, barged in onto the melons, too. He sucked, fondled and nipped at the adorable rosebuds and lush melons. He worked happily on one breast -- Debra on the other.
Ray continued to eat Carol's pussy. She continued to squirm, moan and heat up. She grabbed for cocks and pulled them. Again and again, she spasmed. Her cunt was on fire. Her breasts were swollen with passion and delight as the breast suckers worked out on her. "I'm getting so hot!" she screamed, bouncing around heatedly. "Won't someone fuck me? Please? I want fucked!" she wailed happily, meshing her cunt hard onto Ray's sucking face and bouncing her tits up and down for the tittie dickers. "C'mon," she begged, "someone shove a cock into my cunt. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The sucking trio ignored her request. They were intent on doing things their way. Each exacted the utmost pleasure from the teenage darling. Ray sucked the cunt. Debra and Harry sucked the wonderful breasts. They worked in unison, each doing their own thing. Each savoring of the prettiest girl they'd ever worked out on..
Finally, as though on signal, the group separated. They stood beside the bed, smiling fondly down at the little love slave. The darling they all adored.
Carol, writhing and still spasming, smiled hopefully. She was ready for anything the horny trio could dish out.
Harry pulled her to her feet and crushed her to him. He kissed her tenderly. "Beautiful girl," he breathed huskily. "We all love you so much."
Wrapping her hands around his prick, she murmured, "Just so you keep on loving me. I'm so hot. I'll do anything. Anything you bastards can dream up."
"Anything?" He smiled and kissed.
"Yep:"
"Hear that, gang? The kid says she'll do anything we can dream up. Let's find out if she means it." He winked lewdly.
His groupies nodded happily. It had been a long time since they'd had a teenage delight like this to play with. They knew just what to do.
Harry lay on his back on the bed. His prick stood up before him like a mastpole. Debra, at his signal, eased Carol up onto the bed. Facing Carol toward his legs, she told the girl to straddle Harry's legs and, squat down.
Carol squatted down on her haunches, facing Harry's feet. This brought his prick up under her descending ass. Taking careful aim, Debra steered his surging cock into Carol's cunt. "Easy does it, Carol," cautioned Debra, sliding the big prick into the tiny cunt. Carol wriggled, moaned and squatted on the prick. The unorthodox positioning felt odd, but the enormous cock completely filled her cunt. She moved carefully and gingerly until she was positioned so she could move up and down on the shaft without tearing herself apart, or hurting him.
She moaned, wriggled and accepted his cock into her cunt. She adjusted to the weird position and took more and more cock up her slot. "Like wow!" she breathed excitedly. "This is fun! Fuck it to me, Harry. Fuck it to me!" She started to increase the tempo, but Harry grabbed her by the hips and slowed her.
"Take it easy, hon. It'll slip out if you don't. No rush. Easy does it." He stroked his cock up and down.
Debra seeing that things were working smoothly eased around on the bed and motioned for Ray to get into position. He did. He hopped onto the bed, and stood directly in front of Carol, who was sitting upright on Harry's cock. Ray's cock was now in a direct line with Carol's face!
Carol grabbed Ray by the hips and pulled him forward. Steadying herself by 'holding onto his hips, she drew his cock into her mouth and commenced sucking it!
She now had a cock in her cunt and a cock in her mouth!
In. Out. Harry eased his cock upward.
In. Out. Ray eased his cock inward.
The trio was soon joined by the fourth. Debra, having gotten all hands and cocks in position, quickly squatted over Harry's face. She, too, was facing down. She meshed her ass onto Harry's upturned face and ground her pussy hard onto his willing mouth. At the same time, Debra reached around Carol's slim waist, grabbed handfuls of Carol's tittie and squeezed while pushing her cunt and asshole onto Harry's upturned face.
Gurgling sounds of delight emanated from the throats of the horny bastards as they serviced each other. Carol crunched her cunt onto Harry's enormous cock. She slurped contentedly at Ray's big prick. Debra meshed her hot cunt and stinky asshole onto Harry's face and, at the same time, she squeezed Carol's breasts and licked Carol's bare back.
Ray, steadying himself on the bed, pushed his cock into Carol's eager mouth. The four-some was with it! A cock in a cunt. A cunt in a mouth. A prick in a mouth. Gurgling sounds of delight indicated each participant was thoroughly enjoying the activity. The fun and games.
Carol had several minor orgasms. She squished pussy onto the big cock, hoping she'd make it cum this time. She drew Ray's huge prick into her mouth. She fondled his balls with one hand while steadying herself against his hip with the other hand. She played with his swinging balls and jabbed fingers in and out of his shit chute. She could feel him tense and get hotter and harder with each suck.
She smiled happily. This time she had him. This time she'd get him to shoot off his rocks. He was almost ready. So was she. So was Harry. So was Debra. She could sense they were all building to a climax. She redoubled her efforts.
Then it happened!
The three horny bastards suddenly split! As if by signal, the pyramid broke up. Ray pulled his almost cuming cock from her mouth. He hopped from the bed, grinning impishly. Debra uncoupled her hot snatch from Harry's hot lips. She, too, hopped from the bed.
Harry slid his cock out from under her and joined his fellow lovers at the side of the bed.
Carol still squatted on the bed, looking foolish. Her cunt had been emptied of cock. Her mouth had been drained of prick. The hands that had been delightfully squeezing her breasts were gone. She squatted alone on the bed, suddenly deprived of her lovers. "Why'd you do that?" she grumped. "I was just about ready to cum. We all were."
Debra eased her from the bed. Leading her over to the bar, she poured a round of drinks. "Relax, darling. We're just teaching you a few tricks."
"Some tricks!" growled Carol, sipping at the drink and sitting on a bar stool. "You just about drive me ape. Get me so I'm climbing the walls, then you suddenly stop. That's not fair!" She pouted.
Patting her on the pussy, Debra explained, "We're just getting you primed up for Harry's swap party this weekend."
"This is getting me primed?"
"Sure, darling. We're trying to teach you control. To learn you some of the tricks that'll pleasure a man -- and yourself."
"Oh?"
"Any girl can hop on a bed, take on a prick and get it over with like bang-bang," explained Debra, gently stroking Carol's cunt.
"True."
"And once a guy cums, he's kind of beat for a while. Sometimes for the rest of the night. Let's face it, darling, men aren't like girls. Once they shoot their rocks, they've had it. A girl can keep fucking all night with no adverse effects. A girl spasms and has an orgasm from . time to time during a fuck,, but it isn't like shooting a wad like a man does. Most times girls don't even know whether they've come, or not. They can just keep pumping away."
"So what's this lecture about?" Carol was a trifle puzzled. She couldn't figure how this tied in with what they were doing.
"What I'm trying to say, darling is we are getting you primed for what will happen at Harry's party. You'll start off by getting gang fucked. Most of the guys'll unload in you then. But from there on out, they'll be trying to conserve themselves by making what they do last and last and last."
"I get it. Self restraint?"
"Exactly. And you've got to learn how to go along with it." Debra nodded toward the two men standing near the bed, sipping at their drinks. "Harry and Ray are prime examples of what I mean. They've learned the art of love. They've learned how to control their cum. They know they're only good for maybe three, or four cums a night. With half dozen beautiful girls running around naked, they want to sample all the merchandise. So they sample it -- without beating their brains out. Get it?"
Carol nodded. What Debra was saying made sense. "But isn't the greatest thrill in fucking when you cum?"
"It sure is, and that's what it's all about." She inclined her head toward the boys again. "Look at them. They've both let their cocks go down. They're ready for another session. Maybe this time, they'll cum. Maybe not. Shall we see?"
"Let's!" Carol slid from the chair and eagerly followed her tutor across the room.
Debra winked at the patient boys. "How about another round?
Harry looked at Ray and winked. Ray nodded.
Harry swept. Carol into his arms and showered her with kisses. His limp cock surged to attention. He pushed her toward the bed. He lifted her knees and spread her legs wide. He assumed a sixty-nine position alongside. Quickly he eased over her and zapped his. tongue toward her cunt. He slid his legs up over her face and his prick dangled down.
He burrowed his tongue deep into her pussy. Expertly he swabbed her cunt. In. Out. He slid his hot tongue. In. Out. He slid a finger up her asshole and reamed. With each ream of his finger in her cute shit chute, he shoved her cunt up to his mouth for more sucking and tongue lashing.
Carol moaned and writhed around under his expert licking. Reaching up she fondled his huge penis. She toyed with the swinging balls. She stroked the hot rod. She eased his ass down. She opened her mouth. She took his big prick into her mouth. She felt. it slide down her throat. Expertly she adjusted to the enormous size. She was becoming quite adept at cock-sucking.
She spasmed again and again while he ate her pussy. He shoved his tongue far in, seeking her tangy cunt juices. He wished his tongue was as long as his cock so he could get some cum. She wished his tongue was longer so she could fill it with cum.
She gurgled at his enormous cock. She fondled his hairy balls. She rolled around and about on the bed at his urgings. First her on top, then him, then her. Each sucking, sucking, sucking for more and more thrills. She could sense he was about ready to pop his cork. She smiled hopefully. Maybe this time? Maybe he'd load her. mouth with cum.
She was on top, eating his prick. Coaxing it to cum. She had her cunt squashed against his face. She was in a squatting position, her ass-cheeks out above his legs.
Then it happened!
A. strange feeling at her asshole. It wasn't his tongue. It wasn't his prick, since she had it in her mouth. But it was a prick. A big prick was pushing against her butt-hole.
With a wail of dismay, she stopped sucking the cock, and peered around to see what was happening at her behind.
Ray!
He was kneeling behind her behind. His big prick was tickling against her asshole. Since Harry had reamed it with his fingers and tongue, it was all gooey and soft. Now Ray was prodding against the tiny, puckered hole with his enormous cock!
She stared in dismay. She was spellbound. Then when the prick slid into her anus opening, she screamed and scrootched away. "No! No!" she wailed, trying desperately to get away from the rear end invasion. "Stop! Don't fuck my ass! I can't take it there!"
She wriggled, moaned and tried to get away. She was no match for the horny trio. Debra quickly shoved Carol's face down so she was again sucking Harry's cock. With her mouth full of cock, her gurgles of protest were muffled.
Ray held tightly to her squirming hips with one hand and eased his cock into her bunghole with the other hand. Debra slapped Carol's fanny a few times and warned her not to struggle too much.
"Relax, you pretty bitch!" screamed Debra, whacking her on the ass.
Carol moaned, sucked, wriggled and finally accepted. She had no other choice. She was a tiny girl, under the complete control of two big, husky men and a much larger, stronger girl. The trio was intent on getting her fucked in the ass. The trio prevailed.
Ray's prick slid far into her battered ass-hole. It grew brownish in color as he hit pay-dirt. With each stroke into her shit chute, she screamed and moaned in pain ... then in ecstasy as she adjusted!
The more he bungholed her, the bigger her asshole became and the less it hurt. The pain receded completely. The pleasure began.
Carol moaned, wiggled and shit as Ray assaulted her asshole. She continued to suck the enormous cock while wriggling her shit chute around happily and contentedly. In between sucks, she chortled, "Fuck my ass, you bastard! Fuck the shit out of it. Fuck it! I'm gonna make you bastards cum. Now. ..." She dipped down for the cock and sucked it greedily, clamping her mouth tightly around the huge shaft.
Every fibre in her lush body heated up as she sucked and moved her ass. She could feel Debra fondling her breasts because the other girl wanted a piece of the action. Again the foursome tumbled around on the bed, only this time there was no tomorrow -- no pulling out -- no pacing. ...
Harry unloaded in her mouth at almost the same time Ray unloaded in her ass. She eagerly gobbled the gook and wiggled her fanny. Again and again she swallowed the creamy nectar. She liked the taste of cum. The tangy, salty taste of hot juices squirting down her throat. She sucked for more. She wiggled her ass for more.
Harry pounded his cock into her willing mouth.
Ray pounded his cock into her willing ass.hole.
Debra pounded Carol's titties like a girl possessed.
Carol, the. eager love slave serviced her group. She exacted the last drop of juice from the surging cock in her mouth. She exacted the last drop of cum from the prick in her ass. She wriggled. She sucked. She squiggled her titties.
At last the passions ebbed. Nature took its course. The group separated. Only this time they didn't all hop to their feet and regroup. This time the men were bushed.
Harry lay on his back, panting heavily, and groaning. "Man, I'm bushed. What an afternoon."
"Me, too." Ray was also breathing heavily and staring sadly at his shitty cock. He smiled fondly at the lovely blonde who was still hot to trot. "Thanks for a lovely afternoon, baby." He kissed her tenderly and patted her snatch. "I gotta get going. I have an appointment at five." He glanced at his watch, slid from the bed and staggered to the bathroom, gathering his clothes enroute. Ray was a thoroughly pussy-whipped young man.
Harry followed his friend. He, too, was a thoroughly pussy-whipped young man.
Left alone on the bed, the two girls smiled knowingly. "See what I mean?" explained Debra, the knowledgeable one. "Once a guy cums, he's done for a while. That's why Harry and Ray have learned to pace themselves."
Carol eased back on the bed, yawned and stretched. "Yeah, I see what you mean." She felt a sense of triumph. She had met the horny bastards -- and she had won. She had crapped them both out.
"Now, you're getting an idea of what it'll be like at Harry's swap party." Debra smiled. "First you'll take on all the guys. Then we'll sort of get into groups. Unless I'm wrong, the boys'll go for you in a big way. You'll have to take care of them all -- just like you took care of Harry and Ray."
"I will!" Carol's eyes lit up.
"You sure will, darling. Remember you're the star of the party. The first timer. The men'll flip over you. They'll be after you all weekend. Big pricks. Medium sized pricks. Little ones, though at Harry's affairs there's seldom a small sized cock."
"Wow!" The thought was intriguing. "And what'll Paul be doing while I'm taking care of the men ?"
"He'll be trying his damndest to take care of the girls. But he's only one guy. One prick. Hey, where are you going?" Debra sat up on the bed.
Gathering her bikini and sliding into it, Carol said, "I gotta run. It's almost four o'clock. We've been here for hours. I've got to go get dinner on for Paul. And I've got to tell him the wonderful news."
"What wonderful news ?"
"About us being invited to Harry's swap party. I just know he'll be excited."
Carol zipped from the bedroom.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carol got the feeling that Paul wasn't too excited or enthused about the wonderful news of the upcoming swap party at Harry's place. It was late evening. She and Paul had finished dinner, had watched television for a while and were now getting ready for bed.
Paul had taken his shower, and was laying atop the bed in his pajama bottoms. She had just come from the bathroom and was stark naked. During their conversations earlier in the evening she had mentioned they'd been invited to the swap party.
He had been mulling over the idea all evening, a very thoughtful look on his face. Now, just before retiring for the night, he decided to get the facts straight. "How come you were at Debra's this afternoon?"
"She asked me to come over. To take a dip in the pool. While I was there, Harry and his friend, Ray Edmons arrived. That's when Harry mentioned the party. I told him we could come. Why? Don't you want to go? After all, swapping is your idea! Harry mentioned there'd be half a dozen young couples. Some girls who are real knockouts. In showbiz. He says you'll flip over 'em."
Paul's eyes lit up. It was this factor that had given him cause for thought. He had seen pictures of some of the beauties Harry ran around with. Cover girls. Center fold girls. Dazzlers. His prick got hard even thinking he'd be exposed to such beauties, some of them famous. But with this thought was the disturbing knowledge that his lovely little bride would be exposed to a half dozen horny bastards.
He was still somewhat shook up from the past binge at Debra's. He still shuddered when he recalled seeing Harry fucking hell out of his Carol, and pouring a load of gook into her snatch while he was kissing her.
Shaking his head, he said, "Gee, I don't know about going to the party. I wished you'd asked me first."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "You mean you don't want to go?"
He hedged. "Well ... yes ... but. ..."
"But what? This is strictly a swap party. About six, or seven couples. Some married. Some singles. And Harry promised I would be the star of the show!" Her baby blue eyes lit up with excitement.
"What's that mean?"
"He said they're going to put me on a stage, with a bed, and take movies of the action. Real movies. I'll be laying there on the bed, stark naked, and all th�. men at the party will be lined up to fuck me. Gang fucking, he calls it!"
"What?" Paul bounced up on the bed as though. he'd been stuck in the ass with a pin. "They're going to gang fuck you?"
She pouted. "What's wrong with that? Like Harry explained, I'll be the new girl. All the men will probably want first crack at me. This way, he'll give them all a crack at my crack. They'll draw numbers to see who's first, second, and so on. He even said you can get in the line-up if you want." Carol smiled disarmingly.
The frown on his face deepened. What she had conjured up wasn't a nice picture for him to mull over. He had engaged in gang fucks at college. It wasn't exactly a pleasant scene. Assorted cocks. A sloppy cunt. "I'm not sure I'd like that," he mumbled.
"I think I will." She hopped on the bed on her back, laid her head on the pillow and stared dreamily at the ceiling. "It will be fun. Harry and Ray gave me a sample of what it'll be like, this afternoon, at Debra's." She began heating up at the memory of the delightful session.
Paul hopped from the bed and paced beside it. His face was contorted with rage. "You let them fuck you? While I. was at work?" His voice was filled with shocked disbelief.
She slid to the side of the bed and sat facing him, a puzzled frown on her face. "But of course I let them fuck me. What's wrong with that?" She pretended great innocence.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" His voice cracked as he paced before her, waving his hands before him, his face etched in sorrow and rage. "Here I am, working my ass off in the city to support you, and you're home here, fucking behind my back. And you have the nerve to ask what's wrong? Hah!"
"But it was Harry," explained Carol, with a puzzled frown.
"Yeah, it was Harry! And his friend, Ray ... what's his name?"
"Edmonds," she supplied the answer. "And what's wrong with Harry fucking me? Hell, it isn't the first time. Last weekend at Debra's, he screwed me half a dozen times -- with your complete approval, I might add. Remember, this entire swap idea is yours. I was against it from the start."
"I ... I ..." He stammered as her logic sunk in.
"You conned me into swapping. Before that, you called me frigid. You implied something was wrong with me. Now that you've got me hooked on swapping, I find I like it. Now you're trying to lecture me. What's wrong with Harry shoving his cock into me, whether you're there or not? It's the same cock. I've had it plenty of times lately."
He flushed. "It isn't the same thing! Like I mean, when we're at a party, we're all doing it. It's part of the fun. ..."
"It was fun this afternoon." She smiled at the memory. Her butt still hurt slightly from the ravishing it had taken. The delightful ravishing.
Paul groaned. He had been trapped in a scheme of his own making. The entire deal was backfiring. Stepping over, he poured himself a stiff drink from a bottle on an end table. He needed it. He was at a loss for words. He had brought this on himself. He couldn't expect her to understand the fine difference between the swapping they'd done, and what she'd done this afternoon. During his arguments to get her into swapping he'd explained that a cock was a cock, a cunt a cunt and that swapping around was the accepted thing for young couples to do in this enlightened day and age.
"I don't see what you're so upset about," Carol said softly, joining him in a drink. "The whole idea of swapping was your idea. I didn't gripe when I saw you fucking Laura, and Debra. You thought it was great fun when you were doing it. And Saturday at Harry's place, you'll be getting a chance to fuck all those beautiful girls. So what're you beefing about?" She wrapped her hands around him from the rear and began playing with his soft cock.
Paul sighed. Arguing with her wouldn't do any good. She did have a technical point. Harry had fucked her several times recently. To her it was just a continuation of what came naturally. The. addition of the other guy was a different thing, however, but there was no point in arguing that.
He felt his cock getting hard under her probing fingers. She had slid his pajama. bottoms down. Her lush nudeness was pressing against his back. Her soft, downy, golden-haired snatch was rubbing against his ass. Her lush melons were pressed against his back. She rubbed them impishly against him and jerked at his cock.
His prick zoomed to attention. How could he stay mad at her? There had been times during the past week, since Debra's party, that he'd been having second thoughts about swapping. Times when he wished his wife would return to her former status. He had called her frigid, and had hounded her about being aloof since she'd try to curtail his nookie. Now, since swapping, she was a changed girl. Like a nympho. Fucking every Tom, Dick and especially every Harry that came along. And he had only himself to blame.
He eased around and drew her into his embrace. He showered her with kisses. He eased her back to the bed. He laid her on her back. He knelt between her legs and mounted her. Just before he came, he had the oddest feeling.
Her cunt was getting bigger -- or was he imagining it?
At the same moment, she, too, had an odd feeling. His cock had shrunk -- or was she imagining it?
* * *
Carol pirouetted before the full length mirror in her bedroom. It was early Saturday afternoon. She was getting dressed and ready for the trip to Harry's place for the big coming out party. With her in the bedroom was Debra and Paul.
"I feel kind of silly dressed up like this!" She frowned and crinkled her nose at herself in the mirror. Carol had on a child's penafore type dress. Very short. Her blonde hair was done up in pigtails. She looked like an adorable little fourteen, or fifteen-year-old moppet. "Why can't I dress up in something slinky, like you?"
Debra, who had on a rather long, form fitting gown, that accentuated her positives, shook her head and chuckled. "Un-unh, darling. You're just right for the part. Remember this'll be on film. I talked to Harry yesterday and mentioned I thought you'd look perfect as a little girl getting fucked by a gang of older men. He agreed. He said to make you look as young as possible."
Debra lifted up Carol's mini-dress and peered at Carol's tiny snatch. She had shaved a size-able portion of Carol's golden cunt hairs to make Carol's pussy seem even smaller and more child-like. "The boys'll flip when they see this tiny, almost hairless cunt." She giggled. "Won't they, Paul?" Reaching over, she rubbed her hand against the front of Paul's slacks. "When they gang up on this kid, it'll be like fucking a baby girl!"
Paul groaned and shook his head sadly. "Hah!" he snorted.
"And don't look so grumpy," Debra continued, rubbing Paul's cock area. "Harry has a special treat for you. The girl who was in the last centerfold is going to be there. He's lined her up for you while the boys are lining up Carol."
Paul's eyes lit up.
Debra patted Carol's tiny snatch, and gave her a few pats on the cute asscheeks, then lowered the mini dress. "I guess you're ready for them, darling." She stepped back to admire her handiwork. She sighed rapturously as she ogled the small, golden-haired lovely in the blue colored pinafore type dress. "My God," she breathed huskily, "you're a beautiful child. I sure wish I was one of the guys who are going to line up to fuck you. Doesn't she look adorable, Paul?"
Paul grimaced. "Yeah." She was breathtakingly beautiful, and so small and childlike. The view of her closely shaven cunt had turned him on. Her hair in pigtails had set him off. It was as though he were looking at a different girl. A kid. He knew she was just past eighteen, but at the moment she appeared to be years younger.
"Can't I wear panties?" Carol pouted. She knew she was having an electrifying effect on them, but she was half scared. Now that her big moment was at hand. She bent over. "See? Everytime I bend over, my ass shows. Let me wear panties, please?" she coaxed.
"Un-unh. That's part of the illusion. Your cute butt showing. And when you twirl about, your tiny pussy will show. You're going .to get those horny bastards so hot they'll cum in their pants from just watching you in action." She glanced at her watch. "Time to get going, kids. You know how to get there?"
They nodded.
"See you all in about an hour." Debra zipped from the room.
Paul had offered to let her drive along with them, but Debra had declined. She mentioned she might stay with Harry long after the affair broke up. And she also mentioned she wanted to be there when lovely Carol arrived. She wanted to see the expressions on the faces of the men.
Carol felt nervous when they pulled front their driveway and headed toward, Harry's mansion in the sticks. Now that the time had come, she was getting more nervous by the minute. Being done up in this kooky outfit didn't help her nerves. She felt rather foolish making like a fourteen-year-old kid, though she knew she looked the part. She was petite, and with the pigtails and touch of makeup, she was a doll.
"I'm kind of scared," she confessed, snuggling up to her husband, and resting her hand on the front of his slacks.
Paul, who's mind had been concentrating on the conjured up picture of the girl he'd been promised, nodded reassurance. "Relax, hon, it'll be okay." He tried not to glance at her exposed twat. Her mini dress had slid up her thighs, exposing her shaven little pussy. He wished she'd put on panties. , "Yeah, I know, but the thought of six, or maybe seven guys lining up to fuck me!" She shuddered and massaged his slacks in the cock area. "Maybe they'll all have big cocks like Harry. I don't know if I can handle them. What do you think?" She shuddered.
He frowned. Her question drove away all pleasant thoughts about the center-fold girl he'd soon be fucking. Six big cocks shoved into Carol's tiny pussy? The frown on his face deepened. He recalled Harry's big cock. Carol had mentioned that Ray had had a big cock, too. Suppose all six men at the party were heavy hung bastards.
He recalled the fuck they'd had ,the other night. His imagining that Carol's cunt was growing bigger? Could it be that was true? Human. nature being what it is, he realized if a girl is subjected to a constant barrage of big cocks, she'll begin to have a big cunt. In his life, he'd banged many a girl with enormous cunts -- like Debra for instance.
Maybe when she'd been Carol's age, she'd had a nice tiny pussy? Now, after being exposed to guys like Harry and Ray, Debra's cunt had swollen wide open. It was a disturbing thought. Subconsciously he eased up on the gas. They were getting close to Harry's place. His thoughts were very troubled. He could feel Carol's palm rubbing against his covered penis. He eyed her exposed pussy. His prick hardened.
Carol, feeling his prick harden, smiled inwardly. She continued rubbing fingers against it and eased back in the car seat so he could see more of her cunt when he took his eyes off the road momentarily. He was a careful driver and stole glances only when the road ahead was clear.
Reaching over, she took one of his hands off the steering wheel and placed it onto her pussy. "Paul ?" she murmured.
He scratched at her snatch. "Yes, hon?" Keeping his eyes on the road ahead, he finger fucked her tiny cunt.
"I'm not sure I want to go through with this." Her voice quavered. "Like, I mean, me taking on a half dozen pricks. I'm scared." She squeezed his hard cock. "I'd just rather have this one -- permanently!"
Paul stroked and fingered her cunt. He was having the same kind of thoughts himself. For two days now he'd been mulling over things. And the thinking wasn't pleasant. Now, seeing his lovely wife all done up like a teenaged little darling, he was having second thoughts about exposing her lovely little cunt to the wolves. He was having second thoughts about the whole philosophy of swapping. Especially now that she'd gotten over her frigidity and was an eager bed partner for him. She had been giving him all he could handle lately. She was a changed girl.
"You don't like swapping?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I can take it or leave it -- preferably leave it. Do we have to be swappers, dear? Why can't things be like they were before? I promise I won't bug you to slow down -- ever again. I'll be ready, willing and able for you anytime ... any place. Please, Paul? Let's turn around. Let's go home?"
Paul smiled. A wave of relief swept through him. He had been hoping against hope she'd chicken out. He knew that he couldn't. He had been the instigator of swapping. He had gone too far to turn back. He couldn't admit to her that he didn't want to swap her -- ever again. He'd been a blind fool to turn her loose on guys like Don, Harry and Ray.
He swerved the car around at the next inter-section and pressed down on the accelerator, heading home. He burned up the highway. "We're going home, hon. We're going home." His heart sang. His fingers probed into the tiny snatch he adored. The snatch he'd never share again with any man.
Arriving in their driveway, he braked to a screeching halt. Gathering his bride to him, he hurried into the house. Without pausing, he rushed to their bedroom. Arriving in the room, he crushed her to him, lifting her off her feet. "Darling, I love you! I love you!"
Carol, sobbing happily, kissed him again and again as he carried her to the bed. "I love you, dear," she whispered. "I love you so much." She moved around in position on the bed where he'd deposited her and watched in happiness while he tore off his clothes. He was frantic to get to her.
She eased up her mini-skirt, exposing her cunt and ass to his approval. She smiled and held out her hands. "I'm ready, dear," she whispered. "I'm ready. ..."
Paul's prick was raging hard at the sight of the pig-tailed little girl on the bed. It soared to greater heights than ever before as he knelt between her legs and mounted her. He babbled incoherently as he poured his love -- and his cock -- to her.
"I love you, hon," he breathed huskily, between shoves. "I'll never swap you again. Never. Now wiggle that cute ass and take this big cock." He kissed her lips. He kissed her breasts. He squeezed her ass up and down.
"Yes. Yes." Carol sighed contentedly. She had a fleeting moment of regret that she wouldn't be taking on a half dozen assorted size pricks this afternoon. She knew that from the way Paul was acting her extra-curricular fucking had come to a screeching halt. That in the future she would have to give her undivided attention and her tiny snatch to this one prick only, but she didn't mind.
It was the happiest moment of her life. She drew him to her. She kissed him tenderly.
