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FORWARD
BY STEPHEN PETERS
What follows had its origins in a long letter to yours truly,
after Emerson offered to tell me about the best blow job he had
ever received. Now, in the three years I've been corresponding
with Emerson he's thrown a few surprises my way, but none quite
like the following revelation. Yes, it involves sex (and a fair
amount of it), but I don't think of this as a sex story -- any more
than RUTHIE (What? You've never read RUTHIE? Get thee hence to your
nearest adult file area and find it!) is a simple 'sex story'.
Rather, this is a tale of four ordinary people caught up in rather
extraordinary circumstances, told through the eyes of a perceptive
and very gifted storyteller. As for the morality of what happened,
I leave judgement to the reader. However, I will say the
following: this story reveals far more about sex, human nature, and
the erotic than any made up "suck 'n fuck" story ever could. Or,
to put it another way... truth is far, far stranger than fiction.
I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did.
Regards,
S.P.
For what it's worth, this is a true story. For obvious reasons
some of the names and locations have been changed.
-ELP
PEGGY AND BRAD
by
Emerson Laken-Palmer
My wife sent me to the store once to buy milk and bread and I
came home with a dirty magazine that contained an ad for "Swingers
in your area".
The idea of swinging had always been in the back of our minds.
Something me and my wife talked about, during sex sessions, to heat
up the action a little.
Me and Lynn were just entering our thirties at that time (early
1981) and we still looked good. Especially Lynn. She was a real
knock-out, when I married her, and she still was: 5'4", 120
pounds, ample curves, blue eyes, long blonde hair, perfect C-cup
breasts with no sag. A guy, like me, was lucky to have her!
I was... well, I was no movie star. Friends told me I looked a
lot like Chevy Chase (though I couldn't see it) but, even though
I was 31 and my hair had already started to thin, I had no flab on
me.
Lynn and I were both over-sexed. Always had been. We were
attracted to each other like two sexual magnets, when we met,
screwing like rabbits, all the time, for many years (and still
going strong). Both of us had sewn our wild, sexual oats before
marriage. We had not been the first with each other but, for seven
years (and now with two kids) we had-- as far as I knew and aside
from some flirtations -- been faithful to each other.
That night, while making love to Lynn, I told her about the
magazine ad and I asked her if she'd like to fulfill that
recurring, sexual fantasy (of ours) and actually make love to
another man while I did the same with another woman... just to see
what it was like.
Lynn told me (honestly) that, though she wondered what another
man would be like (she loved body-building magazine photos of
young, dark-haired studs with muscles), she didn't know if she
could stand seeing me with another woman. But, she offered as our
passion began to heighten, it would depend on whether she liked the
woman or not.
We had no idea what it would be like but we assumed that swingers
were real sexual gymnasts and masters of the art of fornication.
Mature, worldly couples where the women dressed in sexy outfits
with crotch-less panties, garter belts and black, nylon stockings
and the men wore nothing but silk robes and smoked pipes and had
huge, insatiable cocks.
The next day, after talking it over again after dinner (when our
5 year old girl and 1 year old boy were in bed), we decided we'd
give it a try.
I filled out the reply form and sent in the money and (after a
week) the magazine sent me a sheet of paper with the names and
cities and phone numbers of about 50 couples in Michigan.
I spent a night calling the people whose names appeared on the
paper but, after dialing all the numbers, all I got was a bunch of
people who said that I had the wrong number or that they were
Janice and Bob or Bonnie and Ken but that they hadn't placed any
adds in any magazines and didn't know what I was talking about.
So much for that idea!
A few days later, a man named Brad called and told me that his
wife Peggy had given him our name and number (after our call) and
that she didn't know anything about the fact that he placed the ad
with the magazine (because he hadn't told her).
He told me that he was 24 and that his wife was 20 and that he
wanted to exchange pictures with us to see if we liked the way each
other looked.
That sounded like a good idea so we sent off a photo (me and Lynn
by the Christmas tree, dressed-up for last year's New Year's party)
to the address he gave us and we got his picture a few days later.
It was hard to make out just how they did look. Brad and Peggy
were sitting on the floor, by a fireplace, with a dog. She wore
a white t-shirt and western boots and jeans but her face was turned
so I could only see that she had very long, dark hair and looked
thin. He was wearing a bathrobe and smiling broadly up at whoever
had taken the snapshot (but he wasn't smoking a pipe).
That Monday, Brad called again and said that they liked our
picture and that maybe we could get together that weekend. He said
that he would talk it over with Peggy and that he wanted me to call
her on Thursday to make final arrangements.
On Thursday I called and Peggy sounded really somber and weary
on the phone. She told me that Brad had been trying to pressure
her into meeting us and that she wasn't sure she wanted to do such
a thing. She told me that her and Brad were happily married and
had a toddler in diapers and that only her husband had ever been
inside of her and that (if it was all the same with me) she wanted
to keep it that way.
I apologized for bothering her and, as I hung up, I felt ashamed
and uneasy about the whole matter and I wished I hadn't bothered
her.
In fact, Lynn had gotten cold feet over the whole swap notion
herself, fearing what might happen if we met two strangers who
might me murdering maniacs or (even more possible) carriers of some
form of VD!
This whole thing had been my idiotic idea anyway. A chance for
me, I figured, to sample some other woman's pussy (after seven
years of just Lynn's).
What had I been thinking? Lynn was good to me and sexy and
beautiful and great in bed and I loved her and we had children to
raise properly and why would I want to take such a chance and louse
all that up?
This Peggy was right. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after
all and I was better off to just forget it.
Saturday afternoon, just as we were walking out the door to go
shopping, the phone rang and it was Peggy. She sounded cheerful
now (as if she were a totally different person from the one I had
spoken to two days before) and she asked me if it would be alright
if her and Brad came over to our house that evening. She said that
she was really looking forward to meeting us and having a new
experience.
Taken aback by her sudden change in attitude, I found myself
saying, "Yes, that would be great!" and gave her the directions.
Peggy and Brad lived in Standish, which was west of Saginaw Bay.
Kalkaska (where we lived at that time) was up north, near Traverse
City, in what would be the little finger of the mitten. It would
take them a good three hours to make the drive in this January
weather.
Lynn was as surprised as I was at Peggy's call but, just like me,
she was excited that they were coming and we decided to make the
best of it.
We bought beverages and snacks and (as evening came) we put the
kids to bed, got dressed up (Lynn in a sexy, silk blouse and tight
black skirt and heels) and waited for our company.
Peggy said that they would be over around nine and around nine
it started to snow.
They hadn't arrived by ten and by ten thirty I was getting antsy.
By 11:15 I knew it was all a joke on us and by 11:45 we were just
putting away the snacks and turning out the lights when a car
pulled into our driveway.
When I answered the door, I couldn't believe how nice (normal)
the two of them (and their toddler) looked.
Brad (holding the diaper bag) was muscled and stocky. He had
short, curly dark hair and a pleasant manner and smiled warmly as
he greeted us. He reminded me of a grown-up Greg Brady.
Peggy (holding the baby on her hip) looked to be about 18. She
was just a little under my height and slim. Her blue-jeans clung
to the curves of her lean legs and, as she took off her coat, I saw
that her chest was utterly devoid of any signs of breasts (under
her dark-blue sweater). She had dark, brown hair (with reddish
highlights) that, unlike in the picture, was cut short now to just
above her shoulders and styled behind her ears with two gold
barrettes. She had a sweet, school-girlish face but she wore an
adult woman's lipstick on her soft-looking, full lips and green eye
makeup over the lids of her brown eyes. Her pale cheeks, under her
high cheek bones, were glowing red from the cold and she smelled
of a light, alluring cologne.
We all sat in the livingroom and talked while their toddler
walked around and got into things. The baby had slept in the car
(during the long drive) and was full of energy now, causing Peggy
to have to constantly get up and fetch her, laying her back on the
blanket on the floor with her bottle (with me noticing the way
that, when Peggy bent over, her sweater raised up to expose the
wasp-thin small of her back where her curves broadened out to her
wider ass and hips and disappeared into the waistband of her
jeans).
Brad, we learned as we sat and talked, was starting his own
business and Peggy was kept busy at home with their little bundle
of one-year-old energy Christina.
Once little Christina finally went to sleep, it was decided
(somehow) that we all seemed to like each other (even though Brad
and I had done most of the evening's talking) and that we should
get acquainted now in a more intimate way and Lynn left my side to
scoot down the couch and sit with Brad while Peggy put out her
tenth cigarette and came over to sit next to me.
I turned the lights down low and turned to her, nervous as I
looked into her wide-eyed, slightly apprehensive expression and
placed one hand on her soft, warm shoulder and the other on her
knee and drew close to her. She didn't resist as I leaned in to
tentatively kiss her unfamiliar, soft lips and her eyes fluttered
shut and she put her arms around my shoulders and her mouth opened
for me and I was suddenly making out with this young, pretty girl
and feeling as giddy as a teenager in a back seat of a car.
She kissed in an odd but exciting way (I thought) once she got
into it. She had her mouth open against mine (her lips were very
full and pillow-soft and agile and her breath was sweet) and she
folded her tongue downward and flat, in her mouth, so that we could
lick our tongues broadly against each others as she worked her
pretty face at mine. It was like licking a tasty confection that
was girl-tongue and I quickly learned how to do this with her in
just the manner she seemed to like. It made my cock go as hard as
a steel rod in my pants.
Glancing over at Lynn and Brad, I could see that his cock was
already out of the zipper-hole of his brown slacks and that Lynn
was holding it as his hand was busy up my wife's skirt and they
hotly kissed and looked very enthralled with each other down the
couch.
Fearing I was lagging behind them, I put my hand up Peggy's
sweater, feeling up over her warm, silken skin and discovering that
she wasn't wearing a bra.
She didn't need one! All she had was what amounted to two very
soft places on her chest and these HUGE, supple nipples!
Peggy stopped me by putting her hand over mine, trapping my hand
under her sweater, and she looked so forlornly at me as she said,
"I'm sorry that I don't have anything up there. My brothers always
teased me about it and Bradley laughs at me and tells me how much
he always wanted a woman with large breasts..."
I told her that she had nothing to apologize for and that I had
always had a "thing" for girls with small breasts and large
nipples, ever since junior high school, and that I thought she was
just about the prettiest girl I had ever kissed.
She smiled shyly at me then and took her hand away and we went
back to tongue lapping each other as I played with those nipples
and felt them stiffen and she was soon unbuckling my belt and
reaching into my pants for my cock.
Brad and Lynn were undressing (in fact he was already nude on
the floor and waiting for her, reaching up to her with a muscled
arm as she removed her black, lace panties) so I stood up and told
the two of them that me and Peggy were going to the bedroom.
"Great," Brad said, "we'll make use of the couch while you're
gone."
I took Peggy to the bedroom with me and she immediately started
taking off her clothes, standing by my bed and pulling her sweater
over her head, exposing the pale skin of her thin upper body and
those twin, ginger-colored, hard nipples pointing out from the
areolas of her barely discernable breasts. Then she unfastened and
tugged down her tight jeans, revealing her thin thighs and I saw
that she wore light-blue, cotton, bikini panties on her cute, firm
little ass. As I ripped off what I was wearing, I gazed at the
narrow of her waist and the slight curves of her hips as she bent
to her side and cocked her leg up to reach gracefully down and pull
those jeans from her foot. Then she stood upright and grasped the
waistband of her panties and pulled them downward, over her hips
and I stared at the dark bush of her little triangle of pussy hair,
below the flat plain of her stomach. Stepping out of her panties,
she was completely naked now and in my bed with me.
This wasn't going to be as easy a task as it might sound to you.
I was turned on. My cock was as hard as a lead pipe and pointing
up at the ceiling as we lay on our backs, naked beside each other
with our hips barely touching. But I didn't know this girl! We
were strangers! I had only met her scarcely an hour ago!
Where do I start? What do I do or say?
Peggy broke the silence as she reached for and gripped my cock
in her small hand.
"God!" she exclaimed with a nervous giggle, "you're so BIG!"
Now, I wasn't exactly hung like a Clydesdale but I've got a cock
that was longer than the average and thick enough that Peggy could
barely get her whole hand around it.
I got to my side and pulled her on her side to me and we went
back to juicy, hot kissing while our hands investigated each other's
bodies for a time.
Laying on her side, I found Peggy's soft, thin body to be
surprisingly feminine and curvy, her hip rising up alluringly from
the concave of her thin waist as I caressed over her.
Though Peggy still seemed embarrassed about the size of her
breasts, I could tell that they were very sexually sensitive. She
loved it as I played with her nipples and gently tweaked and
pinched them as we lay together and our kisses grew more heated.
I moved my face to her chest and sucked one into my mouth,
hearing her gasp and feeling her hand at the back of my head as I
worked it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
Peggy's pussy, between her soft, thin thighs, was hot and downy
soft and very wet, as I explored and fingered in it, and I could
now smell the compelling, feminine spice of it, all around us, as
I continued to gently suck her hardened nipple.
Brimming with lust, I pushed her onto her back and scooted down
the bed, laying on my stomach between her open legs as I pressed
my face to her sable-covered mons and started to eagerly eat her
out. Her pussy was sweet tasting and slimy with lubricant and she
worked her girl-scented crotch to my face with her fingers entwined
in my hair and whimpered and moaned and shook as I licked into her
vagina and then up, between her furry, puffy lips, over her large
slippery clitoris.
Peggy sat up and told me to roll on my back and she crawled over
me until her pussy was in my face and, as I went back to holding
her girlish hips and licking deep into her, thrilling to the taste
of her sugary, feminine juices as they dripped over my tongue, I
felt her hot mouth engulf my cock and she began sucking me and
bobbing her pretty face up and down on my rigid shaft.
It was so sublime a sensational overload that I knew cuming was
only moments away and I didn't want to waste it so soon.
I pushed her off of me and she lay on her back now with her legs
apart for me. I got between them and, holding myself over her
with one arm, steered my sensitive cock to the hot opening of her
pussy.
"SLOW!" she kinda sat up and warned me as my cockhead pressed
into her, an anxious expression on her lovely face now.
I've fucked some tight pussy in my day. Lynn (in fact) is still
a very snug fit for me. But, even with its slippery lubrication,
it took most of five minutes to work my cock up into Peggy's vagina
and (the whole time) her pretty face winced and grimaced, on my
pillow, and she stiffened and trembled and made sucking and blowing
sounds through her full, pursed lips like she was having a baby under
me!
How could I just ram it into that?
When it was finally fully within her, I lay myself gently on top
of her and just kissed her until she eventually relaxed under me
and started to return my kisses in the same wanton manner she had
used on the couch.
Her hot pussy had a grip on my cock unlike anything I have ever
experienced before or since. It was just nothing but extreme
tightness from the entrance, at her downy labia, to deep up in her
flat belly.
She was so small under me too! I had to support myself up on my
elbows for fear of crushing her and I only weighed about 140 then.
There was a glow of sweat beads over her upper lip and on her
forehead now and her cheeks were bright red as I smiled down at
her reassuringly, feeling my cock so tightly gripped up in her most
intimate place.
She smiled up at me then and repeated, to me, how big my cock felt
inside of her and then I started to slowly and carefully fuck her.
Now, if this were some made-up sex story, I could tell you how
she began to churn her ass up at me and writhe around under me and
moan and scream and yell, "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
But that wasn't what really happened.
As I fucked Peggy, watching her face and shoulders move up and
down on my pillow with each of my cautious thrusts into her, she
began to casually talk to me about herself. About her mother and
her two big brothers. About how she lived all of her life in the
little town of Standish. About how her father drove a truck and
drank so much and beat her mother up a lot. About her parents'
divorce and his moving to Tennessee (to avoid support payments),
when she was fourteen, and how badly she felt about losing the
father that she dearly loved in spite of his faults. About her
marrying Brad (her high school sweetheart) and about how much she
loved him and would do anything for him... even this.
And as I listened to her, and replied to her, (talking just as
casually with her, as if we were new acquaintances sharing a seat
on a bus) it struck me how out odd it was that, during this
pleasant conversation with this pretty, young housewife, I was
laying naked on her warm body, between her smooth, widely spread
legs and feeling her firm, furry pelvic bone pressing against mine
as I worked my cock deep in her pussy and fucked her with an
iron-hardness.
I told her about me and Lynn and what I did for a living and that
this was our first time at wife-swapping and that (so far) it was
pretty nice and she giggled sweetly and told me that she thought
(so far) it was pretty nice too. She told me that Brad was
repulsed by even the idea of eating pussy and that my cock was
feeling very good inside of her and that I had a very loving,
gentle way of fucking that was so different from the fast,
pistoning method she was used to and that my cock was touching
places in her that Brad's had never touched before.
I felt compelled to kiss her then and, after I did so, she
resumed her casual conversation, as I continued to fuck her,
telling me that she sold Avon (for extra money) and that her
husband was a volunteer fireman and that he liked to work out at
the gym a lot and then she started telling me about his line of
work when, in mid-sentence, Peggy suddenly gasped and reached up
and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face firmly down to
hers and began kissing me deeply and wetly, undulating her face to
mine and sucking my mouth hard and excitedly as she whimpered
through her nose and I felt her slim body go rigid under me.
Confused and surprised, I just kept fucking her and then her
body relaxed and she let go of my head and her arm fell limp to
the mattress out to her side.
I raised up and looked down at her face as she said, "...and then
Bradley started charging people to detail their cars for them and we
decided that we could open a small shop and make a living doing
that...."
"Wait a minute," I said to her, still fucking deeply into her
heated, tight vagina.
"What?"
"What just happened there?"
"When?"
"When you kissed me like that?"
"Oh," she said, "I came."
"What?"
"Yeah. You made me cum." She pushed my upper body from her and
put her finger to her chest to point. "See?" she asked.
I could see red splotches all over her chest now as if she had
gotten a rash from my chest hair.
"All the women in my family break out in a rash when we have an
orgasm," she stated. "It's a family trait. It's how you can
always tell. It goes away after a few minutes. It doesn't itch
or anything. It just tingles."
"Interesting," I said.
"Do you want to cum now?" she asked up at me.
I had been on the verge through this whole fuck. It was only her
talking, and my desire to make this last, that had kept me from
busting a nut for this long.
"Yes," I told her.
"You can cum inside of me if you want to," she stated as I
quickened my strokes in her pussy, the juices of her orgasm making
her vagina a little more slippery now. She closed her eyes and I
could see, in her face, the reflection of the pleasure my
quickening fuck-strokes were giving her as she said, "I want to
feel it when you cum in me."
"Well," I said, "could you just kiss me then and be quiet?"
Peggy giggled. "Sure," she said and pursed her lips.
I gathered her small, upper body in my arms, feeling her
large, hard nipples poking against my chest and her arms and legs
wrap around me as I fucked her hard and fast now, pressing my mouth
to the receptive softness of her full lips and hugging her tight as
I felt my orgasm begin to charge through my body.
Peggy began kissing me in that broad, tongue-lapping way of hers
and I grunted out loudly, into her open mouth, as my first shot of
sperm blasted from my cock and streamed up into her clutching
vagina. Our teeth clicked together as I returned her kiss with
the blind rage of my climax and fucked her hard and deep, spewing
my cum into her tight pussy on each forward thrust of my cock and
noticing that Peggy was moaning loudly into my face now and arching
the wider hips of her small body up at me, working her firm pelvis
against the base of my cock as her arms clutched tightly back at my
heaving body.
When I was done cumming, we settled back to the mattress and just
clung together for a time, panting into each other's ears.
"I came," I breathlessly announced to her.
"Me too... again," she replied. "I could feel you releasing your
sperm into me. I love the way a man can powerfully inject his
life-giving essence into a woman. It made me cum with you."
Now I raised up and looked at her, still joined to her by our sex
organs, "Peggy, are you on the pill or something?"
"No. But it's alright. This is my "safe" time."
Jeez, I thought, I just came in another man's wife and she wasn't
on the pill or using a diaphragm or anything?
Lynn had her tubes tied after our son was born so I wasn't
worried about Brad getting her pregnant.
Feeling oddly guilty (now that much of my lust had left me with
my orgasm) I started to pull my, still rigid, cock out of her. I
was somewhat surprised at how the tightness of her pussy made
extracting myself a slow, hard process. I had never encountered
this phenomenon before but her wet vagina seemed to have formed a
strong suction around my cock and I had to really pull back hard
to slowly withdraw it. When it finally came out, (with a
noticeable wet, suck sound) I got off of her and Peggy scampered
quickly to her knees with her hand clutched firmly over her
crotch.
"Where's the bathroom?" she asked, her brown eyes sparkling in
the dim light.
"Just out the door to the left," I said, and Peggy smiled and
took my hand and got off the bed, pulling me behind her as she took
me into the bathroom with her and then she sat right down on the
toilet in front of me.
She smiled sweetly up at me as she sat with her knees together
and her feet out to either side of her and I could hear the loud
rush of her urine stream as she pissed into the toilet.
How strange, I remember thinking then, the way that women always
seem to feel no sense of modesty about taking a whiz in front of
a guy they just had sex with for the first time. Lynn had done
the same thing the first time I fucked her. It's (I guess) just
some, unfathomable, female, post-coital urine ritual.
When she had finished, she wadded up some toilet paper and
reached down between her thighs and wiped herself and then she
stood, happily saying, "Your turn," as she raised the toilet
seat for me.
I stepped to the toilet and took hold of my cock. It was still
hard as a pipe and I had to bend way over to aim at the bowl.
Looking down, I could see that my cock was still wet with a
coating of Peggy's feminine fluids and I could smell her pussy's
pungent scent strongly as I strained to piss.
Peggy giggled as she watched me pee in that odd position and
then, just as I finished, she reached over and flushed the toilet
for me.
"Come on," she said, taking my hand again, "lets see what Lynn
and Bradley are up to."
We walked through the kitchen to the livingroom. I could see one
of Lynn's curvy legs draped over the side of the couch and then
Brad's muscled butt bouncing up and down as we walked in.
Brad stopped fucking and looked over at us with a bleary
expression on his face. "Are you two finished in there?" he asked.
"For now," Peggy said.
Brad got to his knees between Lynn's parted legs and wiped his
sweaty forehead.
I looked down at Lynn. She seemed very contented as she smiled
up at me from the couch cushion.
"Lynn is one terrific fuck," Brad said to me as he got up from
the couch, his cock rigid and wet with my wife's sexual juices.
"Do you mind if we use your room now?"
"No," I said. "Go ahead."
Brad reached down to Lynn and helped her up and then the two of
them walked into the kitchen, toward the short hall to our bedroom,
with me and Peggy following and all off us butt naked.
I could see a copious amount of Brad's milky sperm flowing down
my wife's creamy thighs, below her sexy, swaying ass, as she walked
ahead of us. And, as Brad advanced to the bedroom, Lynn stopped
at the sink and grabbed a paper towel and I watched her as she
wiped the rivulets of his cum off the insides of her thighs and
then she poured herself a glass of water.
"That's a good idea," Peggy said, sitting down at the table, "I'm
parched!"
I opened the refrigerator to get the big bottle of Coca-Cola as
Lynn finished her water and started toward the bedroom where Brad
had gone.
I took her arm as she passed. "How are you?" I asked her.
"Great," she smiled. "Brad is very nice."
"Lynn, your husband has a very nice cock," Peggy said, peering
around me and smiling up at my wife, from the table.
Lynn turned to her now and smiled back. "Thanks... I think."
Then both women laughed to each other as we heard Brad call from
the bedroom, "Lynn, what's keeping you?"
"Coming!" she yelled and then looked at me and Peggy and quietly
added, "Well, not YET." And then she walked into the bedroom and
closed the door.
I started to get two glasses from the cupboard, to pour me and
Peggy some pop, but she said, "No, don't make two dirty glasses
for Lynn to have to wash. I'll share a glass with you."
I poured a glass full and sat down at the table and watched her
take a long drink and then grin at me sweetly and hand the
half-full glass over to me.
The Coke was a little flat but it was cold and tasted great
because I was a lot thirstier than I had thought.
Looking at Peggy now, sitting at the table with us both naked,
at her pretty face and thin body and the large nipples popping from
the brown areolas on her pale, flat chest, my hard cock began to
twitch.
I remember thinking how young and feminine and absolutely lovely
she looked and how much she resembled the girls I had wanted to
fuck so bad in junior high school. And even though it had only
been a few minutes since I had cum in her, and even though I could
still smell the potent aroma of her pussy coming from the drying
cock in my lap, I just couldn't believe that I had actually fucked
her!
"How old ARE you, Peggy?"
"I'll be 21 next month," she said, looking at me with her head
cocked and resting on the palm of her hand, her elbow on the table.
"Why? How old are you?"
"Jeez," I said to her, "I'm 31. Older than dirt!"
Peggy laughed. "I like older men," she said. "Bradley was a
Senior, at Standish High, when I was just a Freshman. I just fell
in love with him at first sight. I knew that he was the man for
me."
"Really? That was how it was when I first saw my Lynn."
Peggy giggled, covering her mouth quickly to stop herself, as if
she felt her laugh was somehow out of place.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, it's just... if we love our mates so much, why are we doing
this?"
Looking up and down her body now, at her thin waist and at the
way her hips widened as she sat in the chair, I said, "Well, it's
a recreational thing, I guess. It's sex for the pleasure of it,
Peggy. I suppose it's somewhat like the couples who get together
to do drugs. Sex is just another enjoyable high. Only we don't
need to buy any expensive, illegal substances to do this and
there's no harm and nobody gets hurt."
"Yeah," she said, looking over at the closed bedroom door and
then down at my hard cock, still thrusting up from my loins, "I
guess you're right... if you look at it that way." She stood up
now, the downy little patch of her dark pussy right before my eyes
as she said, "Do you wanna' fuck some more?"
I looked up at her pretty face, smiling down at me, and I could
feel my hard cock go even harder as more blood rushed to it and I
couldn't come up with anything more clever than, "Sure!"
Grinning wickedly, Peggy grabbed my hand and pulled me up from
the table and then took me to the couch where she lay on her back
and pulled me down on top of her, wrapping her smooth legs around
my ass.
Taking my time, I kissed her for a while before I pushed my cock
back into her body. It was a little easier to get it into her this
time. She was more sexually lubricated now and I had stretched her
out in the bedroom.
I fucked her slow and fast and slow (wanting to make this second
time with her last) and we hugged each other tightly and kissed
wetly through the whole thing.
My second cum, in Peggy, was as explosive as my first and I was
glad, as I lifted my upper body from hers, to see the deep red rash
across her chest and her smiling, satisfied expression.
When I reluctantly pulled my cock from her this time, I saw the
sweet smile vanish quickly from her face and her hand cover her
open mouth as she gasped loudly and stared down at my shrinking
penis.
I glanced down too and could see that my dick was all red and
coated with blood.
"I'm so sorry!" Peggy gushed behind the cover of her hand. "I
must have started my period!"
I smiled at her wide-eyed, apprehensive expression. "That's
alright," I assured her. "Me and Lynn do it, when she's having her
period, all the time. I don't mind at all."
"Are you sure?" she said uncertainly. "Bradley won't even come
near me when I'm menstruating."
"Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry about it!"
Peggy suddenly whimpered and lifted her butt from the couch,
thrusting her hand between her legs as she looked anxiously up at
me and said, "Quick! Get me a towel or something!"
I ran to the bathroom, feeling the cool air on my wet cock, and
got a towel and brought it to her.
Peggy didn't get up but put the towel under her ass and settled
back down on the couch.
I went back to the bathroom and wet a face-cloth with warm water
and brought it back to her and she wiped herself and cleaned her
hand and then gave the bloody rag back to me.
I was wiping off my cock as the bedroom door opened and I saw
Brad and Lynn go into the bathroom and close the door.
"I guess they're finished," I said.
"Yeah," Peggy said, "me too. I'm getting cramps now." And I
watched her as she put her hand over her flat, lower stomach and
bit her lower lip.
Looking down at her, she really didn't look like she was feeling
very well and I grabbed a cushion from the floor and helped her put
it under her head.
Lynn and Brad emerged from the bathroom, laughing about something
as they came through the kitchen to the livingroom.
"What's this?" Brad asked as he looked down at his wife on the
couch.
"My period started," Peggy explained.
Brad threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "Great!" he
yelled sarcastically down at her. "Trust YOU to find a way to fuck
up a good time!"
"Well, I can't help it! I didn't do it deliberately!"
"Yeah, right!" he snarled.
"Look," I said to him, "it's okay. I don't mind at all..."
"He's right," Lynn said, taking Brad by the muscled arm, "we do
it all the time when I'm on the rag. He doesn't care."
"Well..." Brad said uneasily as I looked down and saw Peggy cover
her eyes with the back of her hand and turn her face to the back
of the couch, "...if he doesn't mind...."
The three of us sat on the carpet now, Lynn butt-cheek to butt-
cheek with Brad.
"So," I said, looking at my wife, "did you get a good cum?"
"Yes," she said, "finally."
"She sat on top of me," Brad explained, "and she fucked me that
way until she got her rocks off. And did she EVER... grinding
that pretty, blonde pussy down on my cock!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Brad said excitedly. "I must have come four times, with
her tonight, already! This is one, beautiful, sexy woman you have
here! I love her breasts! Such big handfuls to play with! It's
so great to fuck a REAL woman for a change!"
OW! I thought, aware of Peggy, laying right next to us on the
couch, and hearing what her husband had just said.
Brad stretched out on his back, next to Lynn, and I glanced at
his cock. It was hard, as he reached up and hefted one of Lynn's
tits. No wonder his wife's pussy was so tight! Brad was hung like
a fucking hamster! His cock was thin and couldn't be more than
four inches long!
Brad was pulling Lynn down to him and she exclaimed, "What?
Again?"
"I can't help it," Brad said, "you're just so sexy!"
"What about Emerson?" Lynn said, as she fell over him.
"Peggy will take care of him," Brad assured her.
"No. I can't," Peggy said, in a quiet voice from the couch.
"I've got cramps real bad," she sniffed.
"You WOULD!" Brad yelled.
"It's alright," I said, looking over at Peggy's hand-covered face
and then back at the pile of naked legs (and Lynn's sexy ass) in
front of me, "I've had enough, for tonight. I'll just watch the
two of you."
"Suit yourself," Brad said as he wrapped his arms around Lynn
and rolled the two of them over so that he was on top of her and
between her spread legs.
I watched as he worked his cock into her pussy and his ass began
to bob up and down between her sexy thighs.
I heard a sound behind me and I turned to see Peggy, sitting
upright on the towel now and looking at her husband and my wife
fucking on the floor. Her eyes were watery and a tear trickled
down her cheek as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand
and sniffed, her chin deeply dimpled and trembling.
I smiled at her but she wasn't looking at me so I reached over
and took her hand to comfort her but she snatched it away from me.
"I can't," she said wetly. "I've got cramps, I told you!"
"I know," I said, "it's alright... really. I understand. We
don't have to do anything."
Peggy just kept her wet gaze on the copulation taking place on
the floor.
I looked over and saw Brad, holding himself up on his arms over
Lynn now as he quickly and forcefully fucked into her, her knees
raised up at his sides so her vagina could receive his thrusts at
the right angle.
God, it looked so lewd and depraved but, dammit, my cock was
responding to the sight and hardening stiffly between my legs
again.
Brad seemed to be boundless in his sexual energy, using his
muscular body to fuck and fuck and fuck for (what seemed like) an
inhuman amount of time.
I became concerned about Lynn as I watched him slamming into her
again and again, his loins making loud slapping sounds as he
impacted against her thighs and pussy.
"Are you alright, Lynn?" I asked. "You're not getting sore down
there, are you?"
"Na-na-no," her voice was staccato with his fucking, "it's al-
al-right. It fe-fe-feels ga-ga-good!"
"Yeah," Brad yelled, "you shapely girl! Take it! Take my cock!
Oh, yeah! Oh, you sexy baby! Take my cock! Oh, Lynn! You KNOW
how to make a man feel so good!"
I looked back at Peggy in time to see her wiping a tear from her
wet, reddened cheek and swallowing thickly as she sat with her arms
hugging her legs to her chest, watching the fucking on the floor.
She looked over to me now, melting my heart with her sorrowful
expression and she crooked her finger at me.
"Come here," she sniffed and she slowly scooted to the edge of
the couch and dropped her feet to the floor.
I stood up and walked to her, wondering what she wanted.
Peggy took hold of my hard cock and leaned forward, surprising
me as she took it into her warm mouth and started to suck it.
"You don't have to do that," I told her, as I looked down at the
gold barrettes in her dark, brown hair.
But Peggy leaned forward even more now, scooting her curvy ass
back on the towel, she sat on, so that her angle of attack was just
right and I could suddenly feel the delicious sensation of my cock
sinking deep into her open throat, as she pushed her pretty, moist
face forward to my loins, not stopping until her nose pressed to
my stomach and I could actually feel her chin against my balls!
"Oh, God!" I yelped and I could see Brad turn to us from his
activity on the floor.
Peggy gently grasped my scrotum with one hand and placed her
other over my ass so that her fingertips were in my ass crack and
she was pulling me to her as she began to bob her face slowly
against my patch of pubic hair and I could feel her warm, open
mouth and hot throat now deeply and wetly engulfing my whole length
of receptive cock!
It was the most exquisite sexual sensation I had ever felt and
I mewled incoherently and became light-headed as her mouth and
throat and hands all worked together to compel my climax from me.
Brad's eyes went wide as he watched his wife blow me and I was
suddenly bow-legged and shaking, at the edge of release and
(worried about her reaction) I yelled, "Peggy, I'm going to cum!"
Peggy didn't pull back. Instead she worked her pretty face even
more firmly against my loins and I could feel the tip of her finger
find and enter my asshole as my cock seemed to push even deeper
down her velvety throat and her tongue licked wetly at the very base
of my cock, right at my nut-sack, and I was suddenly braying like
an ass and cumming like a horse, ejaculating thick streams of
semen as she moaned loudly in satisfaction (the vibrations of that
charging through my spasming cock) and she was swallowing, her
throat muscles creating an incredible suction and strongly drawing
out every exquisite spurt of my cum!
It was the greatest orgasm of my life and, as it ended, she
pressed her warm hands to my loins and slowly pulled her lovely
face back from me. Totally drained, my legs became rubber and I
fell sideways, landing over the armrest of the couch.
"Holy shit!" Brad exclaimed from the floor. "You've never done
that for ME!"
Peggy licked a thick dribble of my sperm from her soft, pillowy
lower lip and then reached for one of her cigarettes, on the end
table, and lit it. Sitting back and blowing the smoke out loudly,
she looked down at her husband and said, "I never wanted to... for
you."
That was the end of the swinging for the night.
Exhausted, me and Lynn went to bed, leaving Peggy and Brad to
sleep on the floor. We could hear them argue, from the livingroom,
as we fucked in our bed, my cock feeling so good in the pussy of
my own wife... its true home in the woman really I love.
When we woke up, the next morning, they were gone.
We got a card from them, the next Christmas. Peggy had written
on it that they had moved and started their business elsewhere.
She said that they were doing fine and added that she really liked
the two of us and would always remember her evening at our house.
There was no return address but the envelope was postmarked
Amarillo, Texas.
We never heard from either of them again.
IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS ON THIS STORY, CONTACT EMERSON AT DETROIT
OnÈineÍBBS, (313)538-9361.
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Other stories by Emerson Laken-Palmer:
"Libido"
"The Sex Doll"
"Digger"
"The Black Box"
"Ellen"
"Eddie and His Sisters"
"Different Sisters"
"Cori"
"The House of Joy"
"Mike"
"The Pussy Show"
"Cristy"
"Lusting For Valerie"
"Tempest"
"A Lovers Tail"
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