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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Switch!
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted)
Summary: A mature man hooks up with a barely legal twat, but finds its
not what he really wants
Keywords: Warning!  MF,IR,WMBW,anal,scat,light sm

   Disclaimer

   ine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of cheap
men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a selection of
animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  It is anime, hentai.
It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No one gets hurt
without having the hurt assuaged.  No one gets fucked up physically or
emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love counts.  This is the
fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have no correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the acts described, except for that act of fantasy itself, which
allows for extreme behavior and exploration, but does not even begin to
suggest that such behavior is appropriate.

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even fantasy
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that it is much healthier and
worlds safer than much less extreme actual risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present

   #### Switch!  ####

   It was a weary Friday night after a wretched week.  I had stopped in a
bar looking to drink myself into a better mood.  About midnight a quartet
of hot young bitches blew in.  Evidently short on their night's
entertainment and for some reason one seemed to think I might be worth a
try.  She was less than half my age and looked to be poured into her
jeans..

   I should have been happy.  I had somehow managed to pick up an 18 year
old at my local bar and now had her naked and kneeling before me, sucking
my cock.  She was perfect with a long blonde ponytail, slender, taut
athletic body, nice firm tits and a small round ass.  She promised to do
everything I wanted, promised me a great time as long as I got her good and
drunk, gave her a good cum and money for a taxi home.  Not bad at all for a
40 year old construction worker slowly going from muscle to fat with a
receding hairline, two divorces behind him, and no prospective romance on
the horizon.

   So why was I so fucking bored.  This young girl was doing great.  She
deep throated me and her mouth felt like warm wet silk.  I was amazed that
all I felt was tongue and lips and esophagus, no teeth at all.  She moaned
and groaned as she serviced me and was finger-fucking herself at the same
time, putting on one hell of a show.  It was just like in a porno flick. 
But that was it.  It seemed almost sterile.  Sure, my dick was hard and the
sensations felt good, but it was more like exercise then sex.  It all felt
sterile and, well, clean.  No fuss and no muss.  My condoms were on the
coffee table and another set on my bedside table in the next room, but I
might as well have been reading a book.  Truth to tell, I was feeling more
than a little disgusted, both with the girl for not eliciting any real
feeling from me and at myself because I was squandering a perfectly good
dream-fuck without any real desire.

   That must have been why I caught a movement from the corner of my eye. I
looked over, through my apartment window and saw the lights come on in the
apartment across the alley.  I saw a young guy come into the room, dragging
what seemed to be a reluctant woman behind him.  It was this woman who
caught my eye.  She was a big black woman, almost portly, but definitely
feminine and well dressed.  She had on a black dress that showed her
generous cleavage and fit snug to her thick curvaceous body.  Her lips were
full and her face was beautiful, well made up and sensual as hell.  Still,
she must have been closer to my age than the young man's and not nearly as
enthusiastic as he was.  But that all changed when he drew her into his
arms and kissed her deeply.  The big black bitch melted into his arms then,
giving into a hunger that I suddenly seemed to share.

   I felt my dick lurch in the young girl's mouth and she gagged a bit as
it suddenly prodded the back of her throat.  This seemed to encourage her
though and she began bobbing her head up and down on my staff, burying me
in her throat and then out again.  I did my part as well, I groaned and
said, "That feels so fucking good,." Then I grabbed her by the back of her
head and began fucking her face with some enthusiasm for the first time
since she dropped my pants.  But what I was really getting off on was
watching this beautiful black woman quickly descend into her own whirlpool
of desire.  I watched as she helped the young whelp unzip her dress and
draw it over her head.  My breath caught when I saw her free her bit black
titties form its bra.  The monstrous black boobs sagged heavily onto her
pronounced belly, but the image of her ample body, her big legs, her
pronounced tummy, her big black dangling tits with thick dark nipples
suddenly sparked a flame.  The image of this beautiful woman culminated
with an expression of cure lust.  Her desire wasn't practiced.  It wasn't
pretty.  it was hungry and real.  She wanted some dick and she wanted it
bad.  Her eyes shone, her skin glistened and her mouth watered.  She kissed
the young guy as if she wanted to eat him up, which I' am sure she did.

   "Oh fuck yeah," I groaned and was now throat fucking my young bitch like
the sexual surrogate she had just become.  I was suddenly enormously
grateful to have her with me.

   But then I noticed something.  The young man was pretty much ignoring
the black woman who was so enthralled with him and his body.  While she was
delighting in undressing him, kissing and licking at his nipples stomach
and finally his thin hard cock, he was looking over at a wall mirror.  He
was admiring himself as much as she was.  She seemed no more than a
confirmation of his self pride.  I couldn't believe it.

   "What a fucking shame.  What a total waste." I muttered.

   My young girl, Betty I think was her name, suddenly stopped and looked
up at me with her drunken gaze.  "Wha--?" she said.

   I looked down and smiled, "I mean what a fucking waste such a beautiful
young girl you are with a grizzly old bastard like me."

   She grinned up and me and said, "That's alright, mister.  I fucked guys
older than you.  You've got a great cock and you know how to use it too.  I
can't wait to slip a condom on that fucker and ride it like a cowgirl."

   We both smiled, but I was thinking, fucking condoms.  I hate them, but
I'd had getting a disease even more.  But then as the girl's attentions
were drawn back to her blow job, when she began licking by hairy balls,
then back up to my cock, I looked over again at the couple across the alley
where the woman had maneuvered the young guy on the sofa and was fucking
tossing the motherfucker's salad for him while he continued to admire
himself in the mirror.  Shit, I thought to myself.  I wish I could fuck
that bitch without a condom.  I'd love to feel that thick wet tongue burrow
up inside my shitty ass.  Fuck, I'd return he favor tenfold and suck the
shit right out of the bitch if I had the chance.

   The thought, the filthy nasty thought, of getting down and dirty with
that woman made me start to spurt into the young slut's throat.  "I'm
coming you sweet cunt," I growled and felt my cum flood the girls mouth. 
She gurgled around my cock and frigged herself into her own orgasm at the
same time.  She tried to break away from me, but I wouldn't let her, I
emptied my balls down into her gullet and felt her squirm and then thrash
as I cut off her air and she came harder and harder.  I finally released
her, leaving her gasping for air.  I expected her to be pissed off at me
for practically strangling her, but instead she gazed up in gratitude and
whimpered.  "That was a fantastic fucking orgasm."

   But I wasn't paying any attention to her, I was watching as the young
man stretched out his legs above h is head in a kind of sexual gymnastic
move to give the black slut full access to both his asshole and dick. 
Unlike my girl, this woman was a nasty cunt.  Her lipstick was smeared, her
posture was sometimes awkward as she struggled to dig her mouth and fingers
up the young guy's asshole and then switch back and forth between his cock
and his ass.  She was deep into this sexual encounter and was enjoying the
hell out of it.  I envied that young prick more than I could ever say.  I
was happy to find my dick was still hard and got a sudden inspiration.

   I pulled my young lover up off the floor and said to her, "Come here
sweetheart.  I want you to see something."

   "Huh?  What?" she muttered, still drunker than fuck, but she let me
stand her up, walk her over to the window.

   "Lean against the window, Betty.  Look across the alley.  As I said
this, I grabbed a condom package, ripped it open and quickly fitted the son
of a bitch over the head and length of my dick.

   Just as Betty exclaimed, "Oh my god!" I slammed my dick up to the hilt
in her cunt, then ground deep into her.  I leaned over and whipered in her
ear.

   "See them, baby.  See that young stud and his black woman getting ready
to fuck?"

   "Oh shit!" exclaimed Betty.  She's eating out his asshole!"

   "That's right," I said softly as I hunched into her cunt.  "Isn't that
beautiful?"

   "Beautiful?" she said.  "That's sickening.  That black bitch is sucking
out his asshole.  She might even be eating some of h is shit."

   I did my best to ignore the young slut's complaints and began fucking
her.  Despite her disapproval, the sight must have had some effect because
she began wriggling her ass back against me.

   "It's nasty, alright," I agreed.  "But isn't it amazing?"

   "Don't think you're going to get me to try that, motherfucker," she
grunted as she smacked her ass against my belly.

   "I never even considered it," I said honestly.  "All I want form you is
this pretty wet pussy and another orgasm up inside your cunt."

   "Me too," she moaned, still watching the other couple as the black woman
finally disengaged herself from the young man's anus and raised up.  I
thinks he expected a kiss, but instead he roughly turned her around to fuck
her from behind much as I was drilling Betty.  It was then he noticed us
across from him.  I saw a big wide grin spread across his face when he
realized we had been watching him and the woman.  He gave us a thumbs up
and both Betty and I returned the same to him.

   "He's watching us fuck too, now," Betty exclaimed.  "Fuck me, old man.
Let him know what the fuck he's missing."

   I chuckled to myself.  I was feeling the very same way, bur in reverse.
I envied the fuck out of that young guy.  Made me wish for the body of
youth while retaining the sensibilities of maturity.  "I bet that young
stud cums up that bitch's pussy, ass and mouth five or six times tonight,"
I grumbled, obviously jealous.

   Thankfully, Betty misinterpreted what I mean.  "Don't worry.  You
already got a nut and you're doing great for an old guy.  Bet it helps to
have a tight young pussy wrapped around your penis, doesn't it."

   "It sure does," i lied.  her pussy wasn't all that tight, and what I
felt was mainly the pressure and friction.  All sensations were muffled by
the fucking condom, but once again, I was grateful I had it on.  There's no
telling who had drilled this cunt's cunt.  I mean, if she'd let me fuck
her, she might let anybody, right."

   A man should not be fixating on thoughts like this while he's fucking. I
was lucky that the view I had kept me intrigued and stimulated.  The young
man wrestled the big black woman over in front of the window facing us and
I saw him spit onto his cock, then ram that sucker deep up in the black
woman's asshole.  It had to be her asshole because her eyes suddenly popped
wide and her mouth opened in what had to be a yelp of pain and/or surprise.

   The young guy grinned even wider.  He was posing for us.  His tight abs
slapping against the big woman's fat black ass.  We saw him grab her by the
hair and pull her head back.  He was undoubtedly telling her to look over
at us.  She started to struggle but the young stud was adamant and kept her
in cure, pulling her hair even harder to keep her in place.  I saw tears
start to run down the big woman's face and saw her try to drop her eyes.

   This caused a mixture of feelings to rise in me.  A tenderness and pity,
but at the same time, I wanted to see her get buttfucked like this.  I
wanted to see her as the pleasure overtook the pain and watch her throw her
self consciousness to the winds and show us what a real woman looked like
when she was pleasuring and getting pleasured by her man.  I just wished it
was me who was the man.

   "Look at him," groaned Betty.  "He's so fucking cool."

   "You like that," I said.  "You like seeing a guy who manhandles his
woman like that?"

   "Yeah, sure." she said.  "I mean gently is nice too, but if a guy looks
that good, he can do whatever the fuck he wants and I'll just beg him for
more." she said.

   "That's what I figured," I said matter-of-factly.  But Betty thought I
was making a self critical comment and tried to assuage me.

   "No baby, you're fine," she encouraged.  "You know how to fuck me good.
It's just that the guy is, you know, more my age, and I could really get
into a guy like that."

   "No problem," I countered.  "I understand.  What about her?" I asked,
more out of curiosity than anything else, setting a nice causal fucking
rhythm that would allow us to keep enjoying this shared fuck without
killing the conversations.

   "Yuck!" she said, "She's sloppy and fat and so fucking black.  How could
he even think of bringing a bitch like that home with him?"

   "Some guys like their women thick," I said, watching intently as the
woman read Betty's criticism in her expression and was even more
embarrassed, but then she looked up into my eyes.  I mouthed "I want you,"
to her and she seemed to understand.  A little smile formed on her face and
she closed her eyes for a second.  When she opened them again she seemed
determined to carry on with this assfuck she had found herself mixed up in.
I nodded yes and saw her suddenly buck the bib black ass back into the
young motherfucker riding her from behind.  I made a quick decision, gave
her s grin of my own and pulled out of this tight assed young white girl,
pointed it's condom covered head at the girl's bung-hole, then drove the
mother fucker home, spreading the girl's anus and embedding my dick well up
the blondes shit-chute.  The black woman got a look of great satisfaction
to see the little bitch squeal like the proverbial pig while I drilled her
little asshole with my seven inch cock.  I grinned at her and we shared a
moment.  I then put that cute little blonde ponytail to good use by
emulating the guy across the street.  I yanked at the girls hair and
groaned.  "Now it's your turn to get buttfucked, you little uppity bitch."
and began pounding at that cunt's back hole like I was drilling for oil.

   "cure!" she squealed, then groaned, "You mother fucker.  You're fucking
me up my asshole."

   But then as if on que she began bucking back against me.  "Do it!" she
groaned.  "Show that motherfucker hot to buttfuck a girl."

   I laughed as the cunt groaned and saw the woman I really wanted to
assfuck start to enjoy herself as well.  I watched as the woman reached
back with one hand and stretch out her bit chocolate asscheeks to gain
another inch or tso of her white boy's young cock.  My own old white
gnarled dick was pretending it was unsheathed and digging up into that
black bitches shit-tunnel.  Stirring her bowels like it was meant to do.

   "I'm gonna cum," I groaned

   "Then cum you old fucker," rasped the blonde cunt.  "cum up my asshole.
I'm going to cum too."

   She had been furiously fingerfucking her open cunt while I fucked her
asshole and she came hard.  I did too, right up.....the little reservior at
the end of the condom.  Again I thought, what a fucking waste, but kept the
thought to myself this time.  Whatever the case, I got off.  It was
satisfying, pretty much.  Not the world shattering orgasm I was seeking,
but enough to tide me over for the weekend if I had no other options.

   I felt my dick flop out the young girls asshole and saw the condom as
clean on the outside as it could be.

   "Oh shit, that was good," groaned the girl.  I looked over across the
street and saw the yong man rip his dick from the black womans asshole . 
His dick was still hare, condom covered as well, but I saw his was covered
with a brown glaze of shit.  I watched as she laughed and held his finger
to his nose, suggesting the smell was too trong.  I shook my head in
disdain, but more for his antics than the shit.  If I had been him I would
have felt honored that my woman had opened herself so completely to my
desires.  That black bitch could cover my cock with her shit anytime.

   I stripped of the condom from my dick and bent over to toss in in the
waste basket I kept under the coffee table when I noticed a poster board I
had left on the coffee table.  A thought hit me.  When I rose up I saw that
the girl was staring at me.

   "Why you showing of your asshole, you old fart.  Nobody wants to see
that."

   I turned to see the young man laughing as he peeled off the shitty
condom from his dick.  I also noticed the black woman looking back into my
eyes again, licking her lips like she'd just seen a dessert she wanted to
try.  I figured what the hell, and grabbed a marker from the stationary box
I kept on the entertainment center, scribbled out my idea on the poster
board and flashed it to the couple across the street

   "SWITCH?" is said in big black bold letters.  I saw the guys eyes widen,
and saw him mouth "Hell, Yeah!" probably yelling it.

   I showed the sight to Betty and saw her grin as well.  "That's a great
ides," she said, still drunk on her ass, but definitely interested in the
insensitive son of a bitch across the alley.  The black woman didn't seem
as exuberant about the idea and there was a moment of indecision on her
face.  I countered that by falling to my knees, putting my hands in a
prayerful position and begging her to agree.  I may have spent my load for
the night, but I didn't give a fuck.  I wanted that woman in my home, in my
bed and in my life.

   When she saw me she smiled broadly and nodded yes.  I quickly wrote down
my apartment number for her to see and she nodded.  The young man followed
suite with a piece of notebook paper and Betty was pulling on her tight
jeans before he had finished whiting it down.  She tossed her panties and
bra in her purse and slid into her sandals as she giggled and struggled to
figure out which foot went in which sandal.

   When she saw his apartment number she wrote it down on the palm of her
hand and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

   "Thanks.  lover," she said.  "This was the weirdes fuck I've ever had. I
hope you don't mind.  She nodded at her rush to get over to the young guy's
place.  It's just that he's ...  well, he's more..."

   "Suitable," I said." "don't worry, Betty.  No hard feelings.  Go and
enjoy yourself."

   Then she gave me a puzzled look.  "You really want to fuck that old
black broad?"" she asked.

   "Like you said," I answered.  "More suitable."

   She still didn't seem to understand.

   "Whatever," she mumbled and practically ran out my door.

   I turned and looked back across the street just as the big black woman
was shimmying back into her dress.  I saw that she too, just tossed her
underwear into her purse.  She looked over to me and smiled hesitantly,
then shook the young guy's hand as if they h ad just concluded a business
meeting and slipped out his door.  He never even looked after her.  Instead
he looked over to me and laughed.  He gave me another thumbs up and I
returned it patronizingly.  He pointed down to his dick which as still
standing full staff and I was a little jealous and also embarrassed.  We
were both still buck naked and I did not feel comfortable at all without
women in between.  Call me old fashioned that way.  But I didn't have to
wait long.  Within five minutes his door bell rang and in swept Betty,
fairly ripping off her clothse and diving for that young man's cock like it
was a prize.  He was very proud of himself and made a big show of forcing
the elongated pole down the young girl's throat.  I watched as her eyes
watered and she swallowed his full length, showing off as well no doubt.  I
saw they both loved an audience.  they were proud of their youthful beauty,
both togeter and individually.  I had to admit they were very well matched.
I watched, without any ardor or desire.  They looked like little kids to
me, showing off.  They weren't erotic or sensual.  More like athletes doing
complex technical moves.  Something to be admired, but I didn't felt drawn
into it.  They'd Been going at it for a while, and he was finally drilling
her open cunt with a condom clad cock, swooping and bounding from sofa to
wall to floor to window sill when I began to realize the black woman had
probably bailed.

   My heart fell.  I knew it was a risk I was taking, but even if she had
decided this was more craziness than she wanted to be involved in, I
figured it was still worth the gamble.  I' would rather strike out with a
woman i really wanted than hit another home run with a girl like Betty who
I could never really develop more than a passing interest in.  It was sad,
but I was at a stage in my life where rejection was more of a nuisance than
a heart breaker.  I could live with it.  I'd just have a couple of drinks
and take a shower, fantasize about another one who got away, remembering
that shit covered condom and pretend it was my dick instead.  I knew I had
another cum in me for the night, and I was happy for it to be a tribute a
woman who could immerse herself so completely in sexual desire.  I ws just
turning away from the free sex show Betty and her young man where giving
when the doorbell rang.

   I perked up and my heart soared.  I wanted this so badly to be the woman
that I was afraid to find out.

   "Just a minute!" I yelled and ran to my bedroom and grabbed a bath robe.
I tossed it on and stumbled as I got to the door.  When I opened it I
wanted to cry for joy.  Instead, I just said "Thank God!  I thought you had
decided not to come."

   The big black woman said in a surprising soft sweet voice, "I almost
didn't.  I even started to go home, but then I remembered the look in your
eyes.  And how you begged," she smiled.  "So I straightened up my makeup
and figured I should at least give you a try." Then she paused, "But
really, the real reason I still came over was to ask you, why would you
want me when you had that hot young blonde?  She's beautiful, she acts like
she's really good in bed.  I don't understand why you would want me instead
or did you?"

   I smiled, "I want you because you're the real thing." I said without
missing a beat.  "I saw you and I felt stirred, not just horny, but like I
wanted to feel you, your presence.  Both your and body your soul.  I was so
fucking jealous of that young punk you were with from the second I saw you,
I couldn't stand it.  Betty is pretty, but shallow as fuck.  I still feel
empty, like I jacked off, not like I truly fucked somebody, like I want to
fuck you." I said blatantly.

   The woman smiled and did something that I would forever be grateful for.
She stepped into my apartment, and into my life.

   "I know what you mean," she said.  "William is one of the prettiest boys
I ever danced with, but he didn't fill my cup, if you know cure I mean."

   I grinned stupidly, and nodded, closed the door behind her and took her
hand.

   "Let me introduce myself.  My name is Gerald Wickham, twice divorced, a
construction worker by trade and looking for true love," I told her.  "And
I am very pleased to meet you."

   "I'm Maria Brandon, single but with four kids.  I'm a court reporter. 
And I'm looking for true love too." She gave me an even stare and said,
"Still interested?"

   I answered by letting my bathrobe fall open and gathering her into my
arms.  "Very interested," I said.  "Interested in you, your sex and your
life.  You let me inside and I'll be part of all of them."

   Maria kissed me.  Her mouth tasted both meaty from her young lover's
dick and bitter from his asshole, but I didn't give a fuck.  I had her in
my arms.  I asked boldy, "So you want ot fuck, talk or have a drink?" then
kissed her deeply again.

   When we broke the kiss I saw her eyelids actually flutter as she caught
her breath.  She said softly, "Fuck now, talk and drink later, and if you
like I'll fix you breakfast."

   "I'll fix you breakfast," I corrected her.  "Next time can be your
turn."

   Maria laughed and snuggled in close.  "Mind if I get naked with you?"
she asked.  "I want to replace the nasty taste of Williams' asshole with
the nasty taste of yours."

   Another kiss, and I said, "My butt isn't as neat as William's I'm
afraid. You're likely to get a nasty surprise, you stick that sweet tongue
up my butthole."

   She kissed me again, then again and said, "Ooh!  I love a nasty surprise
now and then." she murmured.

   She began to peel her dress off again but I stopped her.

   "Waitaminute," I said and turned back to my neighbors across the alley.
They were still fucking, but William now had Betty bent over in front of
the Window again.  I smiled at them and waved.  They waved back and both
grinned, but their grins turned to looks of surprise as I pulled my shade
and drew my curtains.  Then I turned back to Maria.  "You don't mind if I
like to keep our fucking to ourselves, do you?"

   "Thank you," she sighed in relief.  "I never want to fuck in front of
anyone else again." As she did this she pulled her dress over her head and
stepped out of her high heels.  she stood before me totally naked,
unashamed and unselfconscious.  It was my turn to catch my bread.

   "My God, you are beautiful." I breathed.  And she was.  Her big titties
hung low.  Her belly hung a bit over her waist, but to me she was the most
beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on.

   "Really?" she Asked.  "You like your women, big, fat and black."

   "However I get you," I said.  "As of now, you are my ideal woman.  Any
other woman pales."

   She smiled.  "Pales is the right word," she said.  and we came together
again.  I took her hand and led her into my bedroom.  "cure," she cooed. 
"So you're going to fuck me good and proper like a gentleman should?" she
teased.  "On your bed."

   "On my bed, yes." I said.  "Like a gentleman, not so much," and with
that I pushed her back so she flopped unceremoniously onto my bed.

   "Spread those legs," I demanded.  "I'm going to taste me some of that
black pussy and asshole." With that I dove in to the swampy mess of her
turgid cunt.  It was soaked and flavorful.  I quickly switched to her
asshole and was delighted to taste some shit flavoring.  I raised my head
and said.  I Love this."

   "Can you taste my shit?" she asked.  "William's dick was covered with it
when he pulled his dick out."

   "I want to taste your shit," I groaned and heard her moan in return. 
Then another thought struck and I said it without thinking.  "And it wasn't
his dick covered with your shit.  It was a rubber.  From now on, no
condoms. If you're going to shit on my dick, it's my dick you're gong to
shit on.

   "Oh you nasty motherfucker," Maria groaned.  "You know exactly what I
want to hear."

   I grinned, her pussy juice covering my face and the flavor of her ass
filling my mouth.  I added before I dove back into my heart's desire, "And
when I cum up your pussy, it's cum in your pussy, not a fucking condom."
Then I began sucking at my new love's dirty dark asshole.

   "You are such a fucking romantic," groaned Maria.  "Now suck the shit
out of my ass, motherfucker."

   And I did.
   ~~finis~~