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The Swap

By: StormHeart



"You mean you can actually make it happen?" Conner's voice rose enthusiastically. "I mean, I've thought about it for years; we both have. But I never dreamed that we'd have the chance to make it a reality."

Aiesha looked at him coolly, the wisps of smoke from the cigarette she held in front of her face giving her a somewhat ethereal appearance in the dimly lit kitchen. "Like I told you, it's not as difficult as it might seem. People have been doing it for years, for centuries."

Magda looked nervously at her husband. "But why hasn't anyone heard of it then? It doesn't seem like the sort of thing that you could keep secret for all that time, does it? I...I mean, if it's like you said, somebody should have slipped up somewhere." "Does it make sense to you?"

Conner gazed back at Magda, the silent communication skills developed during eight years of marriage zipping back and forth between them. He saw the worry in her dark eyes, the concern over opening themselves up so much to this woman that they had known for such a short time. But he also saw the excitement, the realm of possibilities that he himself felt.

They had first met through a love of the occult, the hidden mysteries of life that most would never even begin to imagine. Both in college at the time, they had sat together by chance at a seminar on metaphysics, and although neither believed in love at first sight, there had been an unmistakable attraction between them. Their love of the unknown had grown as had their love for one another, and they had studied and practiced together.

Aiesha was the first to break the silence. "Some secrets have been maintained as secrets throughout the ages. Knowledge is always a gift, something to be passed along at the proper time, and some knowledge is never appropriate for the masses. This knowledge, the ability to move one's higher consciousness into the body of another, is appropriate for only a very select few. Furthermore..."

Magda cut in. "And we are among those select few? What separates us from a thousand other people?"

"Hon, haven't we always said that we were different from mundane society? Haven't we always suspected that some of the things we thought about were a bit deeper than what the average person is willing to delve into? Doesn't it kind of make sense?" Conner was doing his best to convince his reluctant mate of the wisdom of the course they were considering.

"Exactly," Aiesha said, stubbing her cigarette out. "I suspected from the start that you might be...the right sort of people. In the time that we've spent together, I must admit that I've been studying you, trying to determine whether my instincts were correct. I'm quite sure now that they were. They do tend to be. The way I see it, it's only a matter of you making up your minds whether or not this is something you'd like to try. If it is, just let me know, and we can begin."

"What do we have to do?" Magda asked.

"It is surprisingly simple. You'll put yourselves into a deep meditative state, and I'll take care of the rest. At least, I'll do that the first time. Once you've been guided through it only a single time, you'll be able to do it at will."

Another glance at Magda, and Conner saw that her trepidation was slipping. He seized the moment. "Can we try this weekend?"

Aiesha smiled at him brightly, her green eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "Of course! I'll pop over on Friday night, say about 10? Don't eat dinner, and don't drink anything alcoholic; I'll need you to be quite light for what we're going to be doing."

In a flash of long fiery hair and a flaring of her long skirt, she was up and out the door before either of them had the chance to move.

Later that night, laying together in bed, Magda turned to Conner. "Are you sure that this is what you want?"

"Yes, it is. I've always thought about how incredible it would be if I could see the world through your eyes, experience things the way you do. I know you feel the same way. The opportunity to trade bodies for a short while, to feel things from the other side...what could possibly be more amazing?"

"I guess I'm just a little bit nervous about it. Yes, I'll admit that I've always wanted to know, to really know, just what it's like to be you. I feel so close to you, you know I do. And yet, I feel like there's so much that we can't really communicate to each other, so many things that can't be put into words."

"Especially sex," Conner said, stretching out his hand to caress her breast. "I've always said that if I were you for a day, I just wouldn't go out...I'd be sitting around naked playing with myself for hours."

"I'd much rather have you play with me," she said, reaching down between his legs to stroke him gently. They rolled to face one another, their mouths in a passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwining wildly, Conner squeezed her breast firmly, rhythmically, catching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching gently. At the same time, he felt her begin to squeeze him in a similar rhythm, felt himself growing ever harder in her hand.

Breaking the kiss, he moved his head to the side, catching her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling gently, then dipping further and caressing her neck with his lips. Rolling her onto her back and straddling her, he left a trail of hot, wet kisses across her shoulders, then dipped further and licked at her stiffening nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, his hand kneading ever more roughly at the soft flesh.

Not wanting to play favorites, he moved to the other breast, licking and sucking wildly first one, then the other nipple, all the while keeping his hands in motion on both. Magda had begun to moan beneath him, and he moved one hand to caress across her belly to the soft fleece between her legs.

His mouth followed quickly in the path his hand had taken, and he slid down her body, kissing and nibbling all the while. He kissed her pubic hair softly, then slid his hands down to part her thighs. Pressing his lips first to one thigh, then the other, sometimes flicking his tongue out high on her thighs, he knew full well that he was driving her crazy with anticipation.

At last, he pressed his face fully into her pubic mound, licking wetly at her and separating her labia with his tongue. He teased her for a while longer, flicking his tongue up between her lips, sometimes thrusting it within her, but never quite reaching her clitoris. Her breathing growing ever heavier, he finally flicked out and caught that throbbing, sensitive bud, bringing ever louder moans from her.

The intensity of her moans increased when he slid the first two fingers of his right hand into her now very wet cunt, sliding them back and forth in a cadence much slower than the one he kept up with his rapidly licking tongue. Moaning gave way quickly to screaming as he crooked his fingers within her, driving them hard as he caught her clitoris between his lips and sucked at it. In the moment of orgasm, she grabbed at his head, pulling him ever tighter between her thighs and riding his face as hard as she could.

Conner continued, not stopping until she had come three times, each one bringing louder and more frenzied screams. Finally, he pulled away, his entire face soaked in the mixture of her juices and his own saliva, relishing the smell and the feel of her.

She was seemingly exhausted from the efforts of passion, laying back on the bed with her eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. He stared at her for a while, relishing the sight of her, her long brown hair scattered across the pillow, framing her face in the light of the candle by the bedside. Conner loved to look at her laying naked like this, loved the sight of her body laid out before him. But this was not the time for idle voyeurism, for his own physical needs were driving him.

Gently bending her legs at the knees, he shifted himself into position between them. Holding his throbbing cock in his hand, he moved until it just touched her outer labia, the first contact with her moisture electrifying. He slid it slowly up and down between her lips, teasing both of them until he could take no more.

He drove into her in a rush, feeling the intensity of being gripped tightly in her hot, wet embrace. Stopping briefly when their pubic hair was mashed firmly together, he pulsed within her, and she answered him with her own tight, rhythmic squeezing.

He began to move slowly, relishing the feeling of having her wrapped tightly around him, now pulsing involuntarily. The soft romanticism of lovemaking soon gave way to the raw passion of fucking, and he lifted her legs higher, driving hard into her. With him biting hard at her breasts, she bucked wildly and screamed as another orgasm raced through her.

He slowed again. "Had enough yet?," he asked her, grinning as he continued to pump deeply into her. "Not a chance," came the breathless reply, and, grabbing his shoulders, convinced him to roll over with her.

Now sitting astride him, he felt her begin to rock back and forth, the sensation of having his cock bent and twisted within her driving him wild. He seized her hips and forced to rock ever faster, ever harder, and this time both of them screamed as he felt his own orgasm race through him, his cock pulsating wildly as he came deep inside of her.

Exhausted, she fell forward, lying atop him, still holding his now shrinking member within her. They lay for a while, not saying anything, just relishing the closeness and comfort of one another in the afterglow.

Magda spoke first. "This weekend, baby, I hope to do a lot of the same. And you'll get to know just why you drive me so wild."

"I can hardly wait."

The remainder of the week passed uneventfully, although both of them had a constant sense of anticipation about it. Friday night arrived, and they sat waiting for Aiesha. Never one for punctuality, she arrived about an hour late, swirling through the door and seating herself quickly in her usual spot in the kitchen.

"You've had some time to think this thing over. Are you still sure that this is what you want to do?" She gazed first at Magda, then at Conner, her eyes studying both of them with even more than the usual interest. Both of them nodded.

"There are a few things I need to explain. First of all, there is some initial discomfort; after all, you're about to leave the only body your mind has ever known, and occupy a new space. The stress associated with that is a bit like moving to a new home or starting a new job, only much more intense. What you cannot do is attempt to jump back immediately, even though your instincts may tell you to try. You must stay in the body you have jumped to for at least a full day; your consciousness simply could not survive the stress of two swaps in such a short period of time. After a full twenty-four hours, you can return if you wish."

"I don't think that will be a problem," Conner said, winking at Magda. "There's a lot of things we want to do, and it's unlikely that we'll be looking forward to returning to normal all that quickly."

"All right," Aiesha replied. "The second condition that I need to explain is that I'm going to need to stay with you for your first time. There are many reasons for this, but primarily it's because you're going to need a lot of guidance, you're going to need someone who is not directly involved in the swap to ensure your physical and emotional well-being, and, of course, you're going to need someone to bring you back. Once you've done it once and returned, you'll be able to do it without me. Think of it in terms of a vision quest"

"Oh," Magda said, the disappointment showing plainly on her face. She had hoped that she and Conner would be alone for the time they were "relocated," able to explore each other freely. "Is it necessary that you stay with us every moment that we're outside of our own bodies?"

"I'm afraid so, my dear. I can't let you do this on your own. Now, I'm sure that exploring sex is one of the first things that you wanted to do, it's the thing that most people want to try. I won't stop you from that exploration, but I can't leave you entirely alone, either. I know that's difficult to understand, but please be assured that I have done this before, and it's not as awkward as it may sound to you right now. If it is, you may choose to wait on exploring sex until next time, but I doubt you'll be able to."

Conner looked nervous. "Are you saying that we need to actually always be in the same room? What if someone needs to use the bathroom?"

"Again, I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. If one goes, we all go. This is one rule that I will not allow anyone to break. If you want the experience, you must play by my rules, at least the first time. Now, do you still want to go through with it?"

Conner and Magda looked at one another, the nervousness and anticipation showing plainly in both of their faces. It was Magda who smiled first, a slight grin that Conner took into himself and returned. Both turned to Aiesha and nodded in unison.

"Excellent. Let's begin."

The three of them proceeded into the living room, and began to prepare for their "journey". Four candles were lit and placed in the four corners of the room, while Aiesha lit a small block of charcoal and sprinkled incense across it, filling the room with a strange sweet smell, one unfamiliar to both Magda and Conner.

At Aiesha's instruction, they both got undressed and lay side by side in the center of the room, the soft carpet below them, cushioning them. Magda turned to Conner and smiled, he winked back at her. Aiesha began to chant softly, the words indistinct but the cadence comforting, and they both began to breathe deeply, moving quickly into a more meditative state with the ease that comes from years of practice.

Conner awoke with a start, embarrassed at having fallen asleep during trance. He felt odd, disoriented, and concerned that his action would prevent the occurrence from taking place. He tried to sit up, and found himself feeling very dizzy, lying back down again quickly. The room was blurry, the smoke from the incense and burning candles obscuring his vision.

He glanced over at Magda, checking to see whether or not she was still in trance. She wasn't there. Instead, lying next to him was a nude man. Still feeling out-of-sorts, it took him a minute to realize that he was looking at his own body. Was this an out-of-body experience, or had the transformation actually taken place? Reaching his hand down tentatively, he felt his chest, and realized that it was a chest he was very familiar with, though never from quite this angle. He was in Magda's body.

He noticed the body next to him begin to stir, and reached out his arm tentatively towards it. The sensation was odd, an awkward feeling not unlike trying to use a limb that has fallen asleep. When he made contact, his heart pounding in his ears, he felt something rush through him, a pull to end the transition and return to his own form.

"I wouldn't do that just yet," came Aiesha's voice from somewhere in the smoky haze. "Give yourself some time to acclimate to your new habitat before contacting your old one. You need to get to know yourself all over again, explore yourself, otherwise your consciousness will do its very best to simply return. And that would be very dangerous right now."

Magda was struggling to sit up in her new, masculine form, and her eyes opened wide at the realization of the transfer. Conner watched her as she slowly, awkwardly stroked her hand across her now broadened chest, through the thickening hair below her belly, across her penis. She shuddered for a moment as she did so, the sensation of growing aroused so quickly feeling strange to her. She looked up, suddenly embarrassed at touching herself in front of Aiesha.

"It's entirely normal to begin the exploration with those parts which you have never before encountered," Aiesha said, her face becoming clearer now in the thinning smoke. "Please try to realize that I'm not seeing anything that I have not seen before, and that I make no value judgements on what you may choose to do in your new forms, as long as you make no effort to harm yourselves."

Conner was the first to rise to his feet, and after a few moments of steadying himself against the side of the couch, he began to walk very slowly, very carefully, trying to adjust to the completely alien feelings that were coursing through his system. He stopped in front of the old Victorian mirror, looking into the mirror and seeing the reflection of his dear Magda.

He stretched, admiring the curve of breasts, of softly rounded hips, of smooth soft skin. Gently, he began to move his hands across the body he occupied, touching his face, his hair, his neck, then moving lower. He cupped his breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently, then pinching lightly at the nipples, which sprang into hardness quickly. His old nipples had always been somewhat sensitive, but nothing like this, he thought.

Growing more aroused, and uncaring of his audience, he slid one hand lower, to tangle briefly in the thick patch of pubic hair between his legs. Slowly parting his legs, he slid a finger tentatively across the mons pubis, gently parting the hair and finding, to no great surprise, that he was already growing moist.

He looked into the mirror, and could see that Magda was growing bolder with her own body, stroking her hairy chest with one hand while the other encircled her penis, gently stroking and squeezing it to full arousal. Turning, he saw that her eyes were closed, caught up in the rapture of never before encountered sensuality.

He looked to Aiesha, who nodded at the silent question in his eyes, then he went to Magda and touched her lightly on the arm, a strong muscular arm that had been his only a short time ago. He had thought about this moment, about how difficult it might be to be aroused by touching a man, but he found that the knowledge of whom occupied that body was enough to keep him interested. Feeling ever stranger, he moved his hands slowly across her back, squeezing at the tight buttocks, then reaching around to the front.

His hand covered hers at it stroked at the erect cock, guiding her in discovering the most sensitive, the most pleasurable areas. He watched her face, a face he had only seen before in mirrors, and saw her mouth open slightly in the intensity of feeling.

And then a third hand joined theirs. Conner looked up, surprised to see that Aiesha had moved silently closer, and was also caressing and squeezing at Magda's newfound sex. Obviously also flushed with excitement, she had been apparently unable to maintain her usual cool, and had found their sexual discovery too exciting to simply sit back and observe.

He watched as Aiesha dropped to her knees, her open mouth only a fraction of an inch from Magda's erection. As she opened her lips and gently flicked out her tongue at the drop of liquid hanging at the crown, Magda opened her eyes, her surprise quickly overcome by her arousal.

Aiesha opened her mouth more fully now, allowing the hard cock to slip between her lips, bringing a moan from Magda as she enjoyed the sensation of hot moisture engulfing her for the first time. Not to be left out, Conner put his hands at her cheeks, turning her head and kissing her deeply, the unfamiliar texture of masculine skin and hair somehow exciting. Magda reached out and grabbed one of his breasts, squeezing it hard. Their hands now moved rapidly along each others' bodies, caressing and groping wildly. Below, Aiesha continued her ministrations, her head moving slowly back and forth as she took as much of Magda within her mouth as she could.

Magda pulled away from Conner's embrace, the excitement growing ever stronger. He knew that she was quickly reaching the point of no return, the feeling of control passing from her quickly as her legs began to shake with impending orgasm. He lowered his head and bit at her nipples, knowing what the sensation did to him when he had occupied that body, and he was not disappointed in the result. Magda screamed with delight, burying her fingers in Aiesha's hair as she disgorged herself deep into the eager mouth before her.


The Swap



"Thank you for helping me get the house ready, dear."

"It's alright, Mom. You know I enjoy these parties as much as you and our guests."

"Oh, yes! There's no question about that. You do enjoy them. Do I look okay." Clare turned slowly to give her daughter, Sandy, a good look at her outfit.

"Okay? Mom, you look fantastic! If you were someone else's mother I'd ..."

"Thank you, sweetheart. You look hot, yourself. If you were someone else's daughter, I would definitely ..."

"Maybe someday, Mom. But tonight we have Cheryl and Susan to entertain."

"Yes, they should be here soon."

Several miles away, Cheryl is looking with pride at her daughter, Susan.

"Honey, you are absolutely beautiful! You look like you're nervous, though. Are you sure you want to go tonight? You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I am a little nervous, Mom, but I really do want to go."

"Okay. How do I look?"

"You look great, Mom. That color always looks good on you."

"Thank you, sweetie. I think it's time to go."

As they get out of their car, Clare and Sandy are waiting at the front door.

"Hi, Cheryl! This must be Susan. You look adorable, Susan."

"Yes. Susan, this is Clare. She and I have met at the mall several times over the last couple of weeks, planning this for you." Cheryl sounds as excited as the guest of honor might be, even though the party has been planned for Susan.

"Susan, Clare, this is my daughter, Sandy. Why don't we go inside?" She leads the way to the family room where some snacks and a bottle of wine are waiting. "Sandy, why don't you pour us each a glass of wine?"

"I'm not sure Susan should ... '

"Oh, come on, Clare! A girl only turns 18 once! Surely one small glass of wine won't hurt."

"Well, okay. One glass won't hurt."

Sandy pours liberally into the waiting wine glasses. "One of Mom's friends threw a party just like this for me on my 18th birthday," she says as she hands a glass to Susan. "It was utterly fantastic! Probably the best night I had ever had. We still spend an evening with Joan and Carrie about once a month. Usually I spend most of my evening with Joan, just like I did at my party, and Mom spends her evening with Carrie, but sometimes Carrie and I spend an evening together while Mom and Joan spend some time with each other. It's really nice to have such good friends."

"Do you have parties like this very often?" Susan asks.

"Lately it seems like we're having one almost every week." 

"I think your website helps a lot," Cheryl says. "That's how I found you. And you're being so friendly and open when we met at the mall just sort of sealed the deal for me. I can't think of anyone I know that I'd rather have Susan spend her 18th birthday with!" 

"Thank you, Clare. I find that the time at the mall is really important. We've had one or two women ask about parties that I just wouldn't have been comfortable having in my home. Sandy, why don't you show Cheryl the pool and I'll show Susan the rest of the house. Later we can have some cake and ice cream. I don't think the ice cream would go well now with the wine."

As Sandy and Cheryl slip through the sliding glass doors towards the pool, Clare and Susan start up the stairs.

"Your pool is beautiful. Should we sit here for a few minutes?"

"I think so. We'll let Mom and Susan have a few minutes before we go in."

Susan follows Clare up the stairs, past a bathroom and into a beautifully furnished master suite. Clare gently closes the door behind them. "Susan, you are really pretty. I love the color of your hair. It sets off your skin tone so well. You do look a little nervous, though. Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes!" Susan is quickly emphatic. "It is my first time, but I really do want to."

"Okay." Clare gently kisses her. "Maybe we should sit on the bed."

At the pool Sandy and Cheryl have been reclining on an oversized chaise. Their kisses have begun to get much too intense to stay outside. "Would you like to go to my room, Cheryl?"

"Do you think your mom and Susan are ...?"

"I'm sure they're just fine. Why don't we go in?"

As they reach to top of the stairs, Sandy points to her mother's closed door. "If the door is closed, they're probably enjoying themselves. If Susan were the least bit uncomfortable, Mom would have opened the door. Here's my room." As they go in, Sandy closes her door, too.

"It is a beautiful room."

"Thank you." She kisses Cheryl again. "I get the feeling you're still worried about Susan, though."

"Not really worried, just, I guess you'd say minerly concerned."

"Okay, I understand." Sandy picks up a remote from a bedside table and turns on the large, wall-mounted television at the foot of her bed. The picture is a split screen, two views of her mother's room. Susan and Clare are lying together on the bed kissing. Clare is gently caressing Susan's breast. As they watch she unzips the back of Susan's dress and pulls the top down to expose a lacy, pale beige, bra. Susan is smiling as Clare gently rubs her nipples through the filmy material. "Do you want to watch more?"

"No! I mean that's enough." 

"Okay. I was hoping that you'd feel that way." Sandy turns off the TV. "One of our first guests was so worried about her daughter that she couldn't think about anything else. Mom kept her door shut, so I knew they were having a good time, but I was getting nothing! By the time the party was over, I was so horny, Mom lent me her best vibrator! We put in the CCTV the next day!"

Cheryl laughs. "I guess it is kind of silly to worry about Susan when I could be kissing a beautiful young lady like you. Thank you for reassuring me."

"You're very welcome. And I hope we do a lot more than kiss."

In the next room Susan and Clare have taken their dresses off and Clare is undoing the clasp on Susan's bra. "You have got really nice tits, Susan. Are they 34B? They're very firm." She gently takes a nipple into her mouth and sucks on it for a few moments.

"Hmm, that feels really nice." They kiss again, their tongues reaching deep into each other's mouths. "Can I, you know, touch yours?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't." Clare reaches behind her back and releases her bra. She shrugs it off, exposing her tits. They're full, and nicely shaped, with nipples that are already hard. Susan rubs a small circle around each nipple before taking one into her mouth. "Oh, that's so good! Are you sure you never did this before? You really know how to make my tits feel good." She pulls Susan's lips back to her own,. Their tongues begin a full scale wrestling match as they fondle each other's breasts.

Sandy and Cheryl are, at the same time, helping each other out of their dresses. "I like your bra and panty set, Sandy." Cheryl runs her fingertip slowly around the lacy opening around each of Sandy's nipples. They respond quickly.

"Hmm, that's nice." She reaches behind Cheryl to release the single catch and pulls her bra slowly off her shoulders. "You have beautiful tits, Cheryl." Leaning down Sandy takes one of Cheryl's nipples into her mouth and sucks gently.

"Oh, yes. That's so good." Her nipple is getting hard and is nearly twice as big as it was a minute ago. "The other one, please! Suck on the other one, too."

As Sandy takes Cheryl's other tit into her mouth, her hand slides slowly down the front of a pair of satiny panties. She finds Cheryl's pussy through the soft fabric and gently rubs.

"Oh, god, Sandy, that is so nice!"

"Maybe we should lie down."

On the other side of the wall Clare is sliding her hand inside the front of Susan's panties. Her finger finds its way through the soft patch of hair to Susan's very moist pussy and begins gently caressing her clit.

"Oh, my god, Clare! That is so good!"

Clare kisses her as she slides her finger into her cunt. "We're just beginning, Susan. It's going to get even better, trust me." She is slowly moving her finger in and out of Susan's pussy. "You have a really tight little cunt, Susan. You really are a virgin, aren't you."

"Yes, yes! Oh, that is soo good."

"Lots of young ladies won't tell their parents when they first have sex, so every now and then I meet a girl whose mom thinks she's a virgin, but she's had sex with two or three boys already. You haven't though, have you?"

"No."

"Do you like the way my finger feels in your pussy?"

"Oh, yes! Yes! Please don't stop."

"I won't. Not until you've had a really good climax." She continues gently rubbing Susan's clit and a few minutes later Susan starts to cum.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! God that is so good! Yes!"

Sandy and Cheryl have helped each other take off bras and panties and Sandy is teasing kisses up the inside of Cheryl's thighs. Her tongue finds its way into Cheryl's cunt and she begins fucking her with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh, that is so good, Sandy! Turn around here and let me eat you, too"

"Not yet, Cheryl! Not until I've had a chance to suck the cum out of your pussy. Then I'll let you taste me." She pushes her tongue back into Cheryl's cunt and begins rubbing her clit with the tip of a finger.

Cheryl's climax comes hard and fast. She stiffens for a moment and squeals softly before grabbing the back of Sandy's head and holding her tightly against her throbbing pussy. A few minutes later Sandy moves up to straddle Cheryl's face. Her ass rubs gently on Cheryl's nipples for a few moments before she brings her pussy to Cheryl's mouth.

"Oh, Sandy, you taste so good!"

On the other side of the wall Clare has moved between Susan's thighs and is teasing her pussy with the tip of her tongue. It's only a few moments before Susan hits her climax again. After a couple of minutes Clare moves her kisses slowly up to Susan's breasts. She gently rubs her pussy on Susan's leg for a moment. 

"Have you ever tasted a woman's pussy, Susan?"

"Nooo."

"Are you ready to, now?"

"I ... I think so."

Clare moves slowly to her knees and brings her cunt to Susan's mouth. Susan's tongue finds her clit and begins gently licking.

"Yes, that's right. Push just a little harder. Yes! Yes! Now push your tongue into my pussy! Yes!"

As Clare begins to cum in Susan's mouth, Sandy and Cheryl are enjoying each other's cunts in a really hot 69, with Sandy on top.

It's nearly an hour later that Sandy slowly disengages from the end of the double dildo that has been deep in her pussy. She pulls the other end out of Cheryl's pussy and begins sucking the cum off of it.

"Do you want to see what's going on in the other room?"

Cheryl kisses her gently. "Sure, why not. Let's see if they've had as much fun as we have."

Sandy turns on the television in time to see Clare helping Susan tighten the straps on a large strap-on.

"Oh, shit!"

"I think that's Mom's favorite toy."

As they watch, Clare lies back down on the bed and Susan moves between her legs and slowly pushes the strap-on all the way into Clare's cunt.

"oh, shit! That's so hot! Oh, shit! You don't think she'll ...?"

"Fuck Susan with it? I don't think so. Probably if we go ahead and get dressed and go down and get the cake and ice cream ready they'll be down before too long." Sandy pulls her dress over her head without putting on her bra or her panties.

A short while later, Sandy and Clare watch from the door as Susan and Cheryl pull out of the drive. "Did you have a good evening, Baby?"

"Yes, Mom. It was really good. Cheryl is great in bed! What about you, Mom? Did you and Susan have a good time?"

"We did! I can't wait to see the videos of you and Cheryl. But I have to admit, I get jealous every time I watch you sharing your double dildo with another girl's mother."

"I know, Mom. I turned on the television just in time to see you helping Susan tighten the strap-on. It was so hard to sit and watch her fuck you. I go crazy inside every time I see another young girl fucking you!"

"I know, Baby! Maybe someday .."

"Why, Mom? Why someday? Why not now? We both want it! Why not now?"

"Oh, my god, Sandy!" They kiss. "Do you want to go to my room, Baby?"

"Yes. We'll get the double dildo from my room, then we'll go to yours. The cameras are much better placed there and there are 4 of them instead of the 2 in my room and that's a video set we'll want to watch again, over and over."



The Swap



Anne unbuttoned her blouse slowly, afraid to look at me. It reminded me more of a doctor's office visit than a wife swap. 

"Do you want me to help you?" I asked.

She smiled nervously. "I guess so." 

She dropped her hands to her sides and watched while I undid the last couple of buttons. Her blouse fell open, revealing a cream colored bra with a small lace border across the top. Her skin was porcelain-white, which made it seem even more forbidden when I lifted the blouse carefully off her delicate shoulders.

We were sitting on the bed at a Clarion Inn out on the interstate. My wife Becky and Anne's husband Biff were in the room next door, presumably doing the same thing. It was my wife's idea -- well, hers and Biff's. I wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of handing Becky over to some ham-fisted muscle-bound redneck, but his wife Anne is so alluring, in that innocent girl-next-door sort of way, I couldn't resist the offer.

"Your turn,' she said shyly, looking like a Sears catalog model in her generic white bra. I pulled my T-shirt over my head. "Nice," she said, running her hand across my chest. My chest isn't really all that nice, at least compared to Biff's muscle-man physique, but the fact that I'm not covered with bear hair may have been a welcome change of pace for Anne.

We heard the thump of music next door, and it helped to break the tension. "At least it's not country music," Anne chuckled, touching on one of the many little sore spots in her and Biff's marriage. But don't all marriages have sore spots? Little areas where, no matter who compromises, someone ends up getting the shaft? It made me realize that my wife and I really had it pretty good; no big arguments, no conflicting goals or lifestyle hang ups. No wonder Biff and Anne wanted to try the swap. They needed a break from the unbearable reality of being married to each other.

"Do you want me to put on the music video channel?" I asked, feeling a little awkward. 

"No, I'm good," she said, sitting there in her white bra and khaki shorts, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She turned her back so I could unclip her bra. I slid the straps off her shoulders. Facing me again, she stared wide-eyed as her bra fluttered into her lap. I took in the beauty of her small white breasts, like those of a teenager who hasn't yet made it to womanhood.

"They're not as nice as your wife's," she said, staring down at her chest.

"They're lovely," I said, reaching out my hand to touch her. She flinched when my fingers found the soft innocence of her flesh. Touching her reminded me of my first girlfriend, all those years ago, in my bedroom when my folks were out. "Do you want me suck your nipples?"

"Sure," she said, "I'd like that." 

She lay back on the bed and I settled down next to her, resting my arm on her waist. I took a small pink nipple in my mouth and felt it stiffen between my teeth.

"Oh my," she gasped, "that's nice." 

I scooted a little lower and let my knee nestle up between her legs. Then I moved to the other tit, keeping the first one occupied with my fingers. Slowly, her legs opened, till my thigh was gently nudging her mound. "Do you think we should get a little more undressed?" I asked, letting her slimy nipple pop from my mouth.


"I guess so," she said, pulling away from me so she could sit up.

"Let me do it," I said, sliding my hand down her tummy to the waistband of her bermuda shorts. She watched me while I undid the zipper, and then she raised her butt so I could slide the shorts down her white legs. Her shorts snagged the edge of her white panties, but she grabbed them, preferring to keep them on for the time being, even though I could see outline of her dark bush under the white cotton panel. 

"I guess I'll take off my pants now," I said, hoping she'd volunteer to help. She just lay there, her arms crossed over her breasts, looking a little scared, so I eased my jeans down. I was already hard.

"Do you want to cum on my tits?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, climbing up on the bed and straddling her. She just lay there looking at me, so I gently took her hands and guided them to the waistband of my shorts. She edged them down carefully, since the head of my cock was snagged at the top. Finally, it popped out, and she let out a little gasp.

"Cool," she said, as she fished my cock free. She squeezed it a couple of times, and I realized I really should be naked for this. 

"Give me a second" I said as I hopped off the bed and stepped out of my jeans and shorts. Then I straddled her again, my dick pointing at the wall above her head. She slid her hands up and wrapped her fingers around the base. Her touch was tentative, delicate, which only added to the tension. She cupped my balls. My dick twitched, seeming to get even bigger.

"Do you want me to spit on it?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, wishing she'd offered to put it in her mouth instead, but she was setting the rules. That was one of the things we had agreed upon before the swap. Whatever the lady says, goes. We'd also agreed that we wouldn't need to use condoms, since we were both monogamous couples using birth control, and there would be no need to worry about STD's or kids.

I watched as she spit a big glob of saliva into her palm and then slathered it onto the tip of my dick. "Oh God Anne, that's perfect," I moaned, as she went to work swirling her hand up and down my slimy cock. With her eyebrows scrunched in concentration, she looked so earnest, do dedicated to her task, it made me want her even more. Suddenly, I didn't want to cum on her tits, I wanted to cum inside her.

"Anne?"

"Am I doing it wrong," she asked, looking up at me in alarm.

"No Anne. That's perfect. It's just that..."

"Do you want me to do this?" she asked, sliding a finger up towards my asshole.

It was too late to stop now. "Yeah," I whimpered, bucking my hips. I could feel them semen building. "I'm getting close," I gasped as the unmistakable urge kept building. "Now!" I grunted. She jerked my dick down so the jizz wouldn't hit her in the face, and my cum started shooting out, all over her white freckled tits.

"You like that?" she asked, pumping me furiously.

"Yeah," I moaned, shuddering with the spams of my orgasm. She kept going, her fingers just barely hitting the ridge of my dick. Obviously, Biff had taught her well. 

"You're really good at that," I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Were you saving it up?" she asked, looking down at the marbly blobs puddled between her tits and on her collarbones.

"I guess so," I said, suddenly feeling guilty. It had been at least a week since my wife and I had done it, partly because we were so stressed about the upcoming swap. And now, here I was, dripping what was left of my jizz on Anne's left tit. I should have been happy, but there was a strange emptiness, as if there was something missing. That something missing was love. Commitment. Knowing you're going to be with someone for the rest of your life.

"I'll go get cleaned up," Anne said, raising up on her elbows.

"No Anne, let me do it." I jumped up off the bed and hustled to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth. Coming back from the bathroom, looking at Anne laying thee on the bed with her small breasts smooshed up so my jizz wouldn't run down her sides, the pangs of guilt disappeared. She looked so vulnerable in her white panties, it was as if I my job was to make sure she got what she needed this afternoon. If there was something Biff wasn't giving her, it was my job to do it, even if she wasn't my wife.

She let me clean up the mess, and then I cuddled up to her. "Is it your turn to cum?" I asked, as my fingers slipped under the top of her panties.

"I'm not ready yet," she said, grabbing my hand and clamping it against her firm tummy. We stayed like that, frozen in time, for at least a minute. Then we heard it, the thumping of the headboard against the wall next door.

"Damn him!" she blurted, turning her back to me and curling up in the fetal position. "This was his idea, not mine." Then she started whimpering, covering her face with her hands. I spooned her, careful not to touch a breast or worm my hand down between her legs.

"It'll be over before you know it," I whispered. 

It did no good. She just lay there, her shoulders heaving, her breathing racked with the sporadic gasps of her grief. I gave her another minute, and then I tried again. "I wasn't thrilled with the idea either."

"Why?" she blurted. "Because I'm not as hot as your wife?"

"That's not it, Anne, and you know it." I held her, waiting for the noise next door to stop. Finally, the action on the other side of the wall ceased and we could hear the music again. I gave Anne another moment to calm down.

"If it's any consolation Anne, I've been hot for you since the first day we met, but I never dreamed it would actually come to this."

"Liar," she sniffled, pulling my hand up between her clammy tits.

"You have timeless beauty, Anne. Your tits aren't going to be down to your waist when you're old, you're not going to weigh three-hundred pounds. Face it girl, you're going to be a hottie for the rest of your life."

"You're such a bullshit artist," she grinned, looking back at me. There was an awkward silence, and then she rolled over on her back, her face inches from mine. "Kiss me," she whispered.

As our lips met and we kissed, tentatively at first, as if neither one of us knew how. Who initiates the tonguing when the girl's in charge? She solved that dilemma for me by opening her mouth. We kissed harder. As our tongues began the dance, she guided my hand down her tummy and into her panties.

"Go slow," she whispered, kissing my face. 

Her tummy felt different than my wife's, firmer, flatter. As my hand slid lower, I found her pubic hair. It felt wispy and light, unlike my wife who trims often, leaving stubble around the edges of her manicured muff. I opened my fingers, sliding them down each side of her mound, being careful not to touch her most sensitive place. She thrust her pelvis upwards to meet my touch. She was no longer kissing me now, she was taking long deep breaths, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling, 

When my fingertips found the heat of her pussy, she gasped. I traced her slit and she moaned. I stuck a finger inside her and she giggled. I found the lump of her clit with my thumb, and gently started teasing it, barely touching her, while I eased a second finger inside her.

"Yes!" she cried, jerking her panties down her thighs. "Eat me! Make me cum!"

I jumped up and fished her panties off her ankles. Opening her legs wide, she had the sneering look of a porn star, her mouth hanging open, her eyes half closed. I dove for her pink goodness, shoving her legs in the air like I do my wife when she's feeling nasty. Anne's pussy was delicious, more tangy, or perhaps less musky than my wife's. Her puffy lips glistened with wetness, and in a matter of moments, my chin was dripping with her juice. 

"Three fingers," she commanded. I complied, and her rhythm became more intense. "Play with my asshole." I took a wet finger and probed the puckered pink opening. "That's it!" she shrieked, as her body stiffened. Juice oozed out of her twitching pussy as her moans grew more high pitched. I stuck in another finger and probed deeper. Her pussy seemed bottomless, opening up like a blooming flower. Finally, I tucked my thumb inside the other fingers and buried my hand in her we cunt, clear up to my knuckles.

"Yes!" she gasped, in a whispery voice. "Yes! Yes!" 

She was almost quivering now, her whole body as tense as a stretched rubber band. I kept fucking her with my hand, and she kept whimpering, gasping, so close... so incredibly close.

Finally, her orgasm hit, her whole body spasming as if she was fighting off a taser. She rode her orgasm for at least a minute, gasping, bucking her hips, her cunt literally dripping, leaving a wet spot on the sheets. She kept her fingers snarled in my hair, ready to push me away when she was done, but she wasn't done yet. It was as if her orgasm came in waves. As soon as it subsided, it would start again. Finally, she gave me the nudge and I stopped. 

I looked up, past her bucking hips and quivering stomach. "You going to want more in a minute?" I asked. At this point, I had forgotten all about my wife. All I wanted to do was make Anne cum again. It gave me such a feeling of satisfaction, as if I was finally doing something right, compared to when I was with my wife, whose major talent seemed to be pointing out what I was doing wrong.

Anne didn't answer, she just gave my wrist a tug, the signal that it was time to cuddle. I snuggled up beside her and basked in her after-orgasmic grin. She looked over at me, her face all sweaty, her hair all tangled, and gave me a sloppy kiss.

"God I needed that," she sighed, clamping my hand on her tit. "I can't remember the last time I had one that good." She sighed, trying to catch her breath while her hand found its way down to my soft dick. "How long have we got," she asked wearily, looking at her watch.

"Half an hour, I think." The feel of her hand on my cock woke me right up, and in thirty seconds, I was hard again. She slid down the bed and took my cock in her mouth while I found her wet, puffy slit with my finger. We did that for a while, and then she jumped up on her hands and knees.

"Fuck me!" she snarled, looking over her shoulder at me. "Fuck my brains out!" I climbed up on my knees and stuck it in her slimy pussy.

"Give me all of it! Every last inch!" Her voice was getting louder now. I couldn't tell if she was really into it or just putting on a show for her husband in the next room, but it wasn't worth worrying about. Her cunt felt so good -- a little more accommodating than my wife's -- and I wasn't about to question her motives.

"That's it!" she bellowed, slamming the head board against the wall. "Harder!" The sound of my groin slapping her slimy ass was almost as loud as the thumping of the headboard, and I was pretty certain, even with the music playing next door, Biff and my wife would know we were taking good advantage of our once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. 

Then it hit me, the guilt, the fact that I love my wife more than anything in the world. Suddenly, I felt cheap, like some sleazeball loser having a one-night stand in a motel, and Anne's screaming and moaning only made it worse. As she worked her clit frantically, my dick went from rock hard to ambivalently semi-hard, but it didn't matter. She was well on her way to another orgasm, and when she had it, she didn't even know I'd gone soft.

I managed to stay inside her till she was finished, and then I eased out. We flopped down on the bed, both of us exhausted, but for different reasons. I offered Anne first shot at the shower. 

"We could shower together," she said with a sly grin. 

"Is that allowed? I don't want to piss off my wife."

"Oh God," she giggled, "you're too much."

She padded across the room naked, her boyish ass slimy with sex juice, and disappeared behind the bathroom door. I waited, but after five minutes it was apparent that her idea of a quick shower was different than mine, so I got dressed. Finally, five minutes before our hour was up, she peeked her head out the door.


"Could you hand me my things?" she asked, in that same awkward way as before we'd gotten undressed. I obliged. She grabbed her rumpled clothes, remaining behind the door so as not to compromise her modesty. 

She came out a few minutes later, all buttoned up and looking fresh and innocent, and we strode outside. There was an awkward silence, finally broken when the door of the next unit opened and my wife and Biff appeared, looking just as uncomfortable as Anne and I.

"Thank you, Biff," my wife said, reaching out to shake his big gnarly hand.

"My pleasure, ma'am," he said in his annoying southern accent.

Anne turned to me and extended her hand. "It was very nice, Dan" she said in a very businesslike tone. I smiled and returned the complement, and then we found the way to our cars, Becky and I in our Volvo, Biff and Anne in their four-by-four.

My wife and I sat in silence while we waited for Biff and Anne to pull out. Then she turned to me and took my hand. "How was it?"

"I don't know," I said, wondering what the right answer might be. "I got off, so I guess it was okay."

"We could hear you," she said, her pleading eyes searching my face. "It sounded like it was more than just 'okay'."

"I think Anne liked it more than I did."

"That's not surprising," she said, her eyes narrowing. "I can smell her pussy juice on your face. You could have at least gotten cleaned up when you were done."

"Anne hogged the bathroom," I said. "There was no time." At this point, I was wishing we could start over, as in, go back in time and not even do the stupid wife swap in the first place.

"No time?" she said, her voice rising. "No time? You had an hour, for Christ's sake. How long does it take you to fuck me, three minutes?"

I looked over at my wife, the love of my life, and swallowed hard. How had it come to this? What made us think we could test our marriage this way and come out unscathed? 

I fired up the Volvo and pulled out onto the frontage road. As we drove silently through the dreary afternoon, the wall between us was as palpable as if we were in two separate rooms. Finally, I reached for her hand.

"Wasn't this your idea, honey?" I asked.

She slapped my hand away and squirmed up against the passenger door. "I couldn't do it," she said, in a quiet, emotionless voice. "I chickened out."

The feeling of dread descended upon me like the closing of the curtain at the end of a tragic play. Even though it was her idea to swap, now it was my fault that I'd gone through with it? I bristled.

"How far did you go?" I asked, hoping for some justification, some point I could use to justify my behavior.

I was greeted by silence, as if she had to decide how much to tell me. Finally, she said "Naked," barely audibly.

"Just naked? No touching? No kissing?"

She sighed, staring out the window. "There was touching. And kissing. But when he tried to stick it in, I freaked."

"So then what?" I asked, the sickening feeling of jealousy rising in the pit of my stomach. "Did you suck him off?"

"No!" She snapped, glaring at me. "I gave him a hand job and then I went into the bathroom and cried. That's when I heard him rattling the headboard." She buried her head in her hands and started sobbing quietly.

I pulled the car over, unbuckled my seatbelt, and snuggled up to her side. "We didn't want to do it either," I said softly, trying to remain calm. "Anne was crying too, but when we heard the headboard banging, she got pissed off and decided to go for it."

"And you just loved that, didn't you?" my wife said, glaring at me. "Going for it with Anne for a solid hour, and getting her pussy juice all over your face. Get away from me! You stink!"

I slithered back to my side of the seat and stewed for a few moments. "So you're saying after you and Biff got naked, you just changed your mind and decided not to have sex and then you jacked him off?

"God I hate this," she hissed. She looked down at the floor, seething. Finally, she looked over at me, the anguish on her face turning her into a garish caricature of the woman I married all those years ago. "He tried to stick it in, but it was too big. Are you happy now? His cock was too fucking big, and even after I spit on it, it still wouldn't fit and I couldn't do it."

I should have let it go at that, but it didn't sound right. My wife likes sex. She likes seeing cum dripping off her nipples. She likes masturbating in front of me, and sucking on her slimy fingers when she's done. Surely she'd find a way to make something good out of her time with Biff.




The Swap



"So that's it?" I asked, "you and Biff got naked, and when his dick didn't fit your cunt, you just gave up and jacked him off into a tissue? You didn't blow him, or have him cum all over your tits? I'm having a hard time picturing you naked, jacking a guy off with a tissue in your hand, Becky."

"Alright," she sighed. "He came on me. Are you happy now?"

"On you where? On your tits, on your ass, on your face? Where, exactly did he come on you?"

"You really want to know," she said, more as a statement than a question.

"Yes."

"Well, let's see. Face, neck, breasts, stomach, thighs, bush, pussy, and both hands."

"What?" I gasped. "He did all that with one orgasm?"

"Big dick, big load -- a concept that's obviously beyond your comprehension."

"Dammit Becky, that was uncalled for."

"You're the one who wanted to know."

I knew I should never have asked, but we all do stupid things in the heat of the moment. "So," I continued, unable to stop myself, "did you taste it? Did you scoop up Biff's cum with your finger and slurp it into your mouth like you do with mine?

"Jesus Dan, just drop it."

"Look Becky, I'm just trying to establish why I'm the bad guy here and you're innocent. I think we're both responsible for what happened today, and I don't think you can hang it all on me."

"You know, you're right. The fact that you got your rocks off and I didn't is perfectly acceptable. It happens every day. Every fucking day. Well you know what? Today was supposed to change all that, but it's the same old shit, so excuse me for getting upset. In fact, I admit it, you're right, I am the bad guy here and you're the hero. And I did taste his cum. It was tangy. And I swallowed it. All of it. Now, will you please just leave me the fuck alone?"

She folded her arms across her chest, her jaw set, her gaze fixed on some unknown point on the horizon. She was past crying now, no doubt withdrawing back into her shell -- a shell that had taken so long to open. 

I started the car, turned on the radio, and of all the songs for the classic rock station to play, 'Yesterday' came on. I turned it down, but not off. There was something comforting about the idea that I wasn't the first guy to ever wish he could turn back the clock to the way things used to be.

When the song was over, I pulled out into traffic, realizing that even though I knew the way home, I had no idea where we were going.



The Swap



Author's note: This story contains male/female sex, female/female sex, and male/male sex, all between adult humans well over eighteen years of age. If any of that offends you, this is not the story you are looking for. If you enjoy it, feedback is highly appreciated!

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Alan felt his wife's pussy tighten around his cock, and he knew exactly what was coming next.

Alan and Amber had been married for fifteen years, and had been fucking for five years before that. They knew every inch of each other's bodies, and every reaction and response. They had just spent an hour cuddling on the couch with soft music and a nice bottle of wine, touching and squeezing and kissing. Then they had spent half an hour caressing each other's naked bodies on the bed, stroking and teasing and making each other feel nice all over. Then another half hour of oral foreplay. And now, they were fifteen minutes into some very passionate deep penetration, with Alan on top, supported on his knees and elbows.

Amber's long, slender body was bucking with arched back as Alan thrust deeply into her, again and again. He could see the nipples on her small, pert tits standing at attention, could see the perspiration on her forehead. He felt her fingernails gouging into his back as he thrust, again and again and again. He felt the smooth, snug walls of her pussy, gripping intensely onto his shaft as he slid in and out of her. He felt his own juices rising, his orgasm nearing.

And when he felt the sudden tightening of her pussy, he knew that she was only moments from orgasm. He thrust faster and harder, jabbing into her with all the momentum of his pelvis, his tight buns rising and falling with his motions. Her pussy clenched, her teeth clenched, and her hands clenched his back. She bucked and writhed and climaxed with a shout. The intensity pushed Alan over the edge, and he began to cum himself, pouring jolt after jolt of semen into her loving pussy.

Amber continued to writhe, and Alan continued to spasm, and they bucked together on the bed for a brief, sweet eternity. Finally, both of their bodies spent, they slowed and stopped. Alan carefully rolled off to the side. After a few gasps, he turned onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow.

"That was great, baby," he said, enjoying the sight of his beautiful wife. Tall, slender, with long blond hair and small, pert boobs, Amber was still as beautiful as the day they had met.

Amber looked back at him with a half smile on her face, still a bit dazed. She loved his own tall, slender body, his long arms and legs, his sandy hair, and of course his long, slender cock. "I love you," she said.

"Ditto." 

Her half smile became a full smile. She traced a manicured finger through the sparse blond hair of his chest. Now was the time, she thought. While he's most relaxed, most receptive. "Say, darling... There's something I've been meaning to ask you."

"???" Alan arched his eyebrows.

"You know I love you, and don't want anyone in my life but you, but... Well, what do you think of my friend Veronica?"

Alan was startled. Veronica? How does Amber know that he has a crush on Veronica? Those big tits, that round ass...

"Um, yeah; I think I know who you mean. Brunette, short hair?"

"Exactly. Well, I was thinking..." She playfully ran her fingers through his chest hair. "I was thinking, if you were into it, and if I could talk Veronica into it, if you might be interested in, well, swapping."

Alan was startled all over again. Swapping? As in getting to fuck Veronica? And watching Amber get fucked by, what was Veronica's husband's name? He didn't know. But he felt his dick twitch at the idea.

Amber saw the twitch, and laughed. "That's what I thought you might say!"

Alan was hooked now. "Honey, I love only you, but... this sounds hot as hell!"

"Great!" Amber threw a leg over Alan's abdomen and straddled him. She reached behind her back to grasp his already-growing cock. "Now where were we..."

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Vinnie liked to call it "riding the flagpole." He was on his back in their bed, cock straight up, and his voluptuous wife Veronica was sitting on it, cow-girl fashion. She was squatting on her toes and knees, having impaled herself on his short, fat cock all the way down to his balls. She bounced herself up and down, sliding up and down his pole like a horny firefighter, jamming herself as deeply onto his cock as possible.

Sometimes she would arch her back and point her chin toward the ceiling, and bounce with her arms stretched wide. Other times, she would lean forward, planting one palm on Vinnie's hairy chest, and undulate her hips. Still other times, she would lie all the way forward, mashing her jiggling boobs onto Vinnie's muscular pecs, and let him thrust upwards into her pussy. 

At the moment, though, she was doing her best to bring both of them to a thunderous orgasm. She was gripping two fistfulls of his chest hair with her hands, and grinding her clit against his pubic bone, all the while rotating her hips in a circular motion to bring maximum stimulation to Vinnie's cock. And it was working. She could feel her clit tingling, and she could feel his cock getting fatter and fatter inside her. She could see the clench of his jaw and the tension in the tendons of his neck. She could feel his hips begin to buck involuntarily, indicating that his climax was imminent. She could feel wave after wave of pleasure beginning to emanate from her own core, and knew that it would not be long now.

As soon as she felt herself begin to slide over the edge, she flung her chest down onto her husband's. She jammed her tongue into his mouth and began sucking at his noisily. He clamped his broad arms around her back and squeezed her in a bear hug, jamming her down ever tighter onto his cock. They both climaxed together, with thick jets of cum spurting, unseen, deep into the furthest reaches of her pussy. She bit down on his tongue until he cried out. Then they lay sobbing with pleasure in each other's arms for several minutes.

Eventually, Veronica raised her head. Vinnie looked at her, and couldn't help but chuckle at the streaks of mascara that ran down her cheeks. She looked like a raccoon!

"What are you laughing at?" she demanded.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you."

"Good answer!" She carefully, slowly, attempted to lift her pelvis off of his cock. Nope, too tight. And too sticky. She decided to stay there a bit longer. Vinnie's cock was so fat that sometimes dismounting involved waiting for the swelling to go down! Not that she minded.

She laid her head back down on his chest, listened to his beating heart. "You're still alive," she joked.

"Good! I want to live to fuck you, I mean love you, for many years."

She playfully licked one of his nipples. "Good. Say, baby?" She looked up into his eyes.

"Yeah, babe? What is it?"

"I've got a question for you. Do you ever look at other women?"

"Of course not!" Vinnie was no dummy.

"No, I don't mean instead of me. I mean, like, if we were to try swapping."

"Swapping? I never thought about it." Fantasized about it, sure, he thought. But never thinking it would ever really happen.

"Well, I've been thinking. You know my friend Amber? The tall blonde one?"

The tall blonde with legs up to her ass and a face like an angel? Hell yeah, Vinnie had noticed her. But all he said was, "Yeah, I think I know who you mean."

"What if we were to ask them to do some swapping with us. I think that might be fun."

Vinnie's cock, which had been thinking about starting to shrivel, suddenly changed direction and began to swell again inside Veronica's pussy. Naturally, she noticed.

"I think you just agreed with me."

Vinnie broke into a broad grin. "Baby, you're the greatest," he said. He squeezed her boobs in his big strong hands. "Now start wiggling that pretty ass of yours again..."

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The next day, Amber called Veronica on the phone.

"Well, Ronnie? How did it go? Did you talk to Vinnie?"

"He went for it. He's in!" Veronica had never seen Alan naked, but Amber had mentioned his long, thin cock on several occasions. She had been dying to get a hold of that for some time. "What about Alan?"

"He's cool with it. I guess we're on!"

"Great! Let me look into making some arrangements. Talk to you soon."

As she hung up the phone, Amber thought about Vinnie. Veronica loved to talk about his fat cock and how it filled her up almost to the breaking point. Amber loved her husband, but she couldn't stop fantasizing about that short, fat cock of Vinnie's and how it would feel in her pussy.

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Two weeks later, Alan and Amber and Vinnie and Veronica were in the elevator at the Marriott several towns over. They were all silent, and the husbands were a little bit nervous. The wives exchanged a couple of secret smiles. They had just shared a round of drinks and some awkward small talk at the bar, and now were heading up to their room. They got off at the fifth floor and walked quietly down the carpeted hallway.

Veronica dipped the key in the lock and swung the door open. They all filed in. The room was a "junior suite," with a large living room containing a couch, chair, mini-bar, and a television. On the other side of a half-wall was the bedroom, with two large queen beds.

Alan felt his knees get a little weak. This was all getting very real, very fast. "I think I could use another drink," he said, sinking to the couch.

"I'll get us all a drink," said Veronica, opening the mini-fridge. She grabbed two splits of champagne, poured them into four glasses, and passed them around. Everyone drank, and Alan felt his courage returning. 

"So, how do we start?" asked Vinnie.

"We start," said Amber, "by getting naked." She walked up to Vinnie, thinking about that fat cock inside his trousers. "May I take off your tie?"

Vinnie just swallowed and nodded, too nervous to move. Amber tugged at the knot, and soon had the tie off. Then she began unbuttoning his shirt. Vinnie finally reacted, and started unbuttoning Amber's blouse.

Veronica pulled Alan up from the couch. "Wanna help me out here?" she said, reaching her arms up in the air. Alan loved the way that made her large boobs jiggle. He grabbed the hem of her sweater, and lifted it up and over her head. He threw it onto the chair. Veronica spun around, showing him the clasp of her bra. Alan unhooked it, as nervous as a high school kid. Veronica turned, shrugged the bra off onto the floor, and waggled her naked boobs at him. Alan wasted no time in grabbing them and massaging them gently. They felt fabulous in his hands!

Meanwhile, Amber and Vinnie were undoing each other's pants, which then slid to the floor. They both stepped out of them, leaving Amber in bra and panties and Vinnie in boxers and socks. Vinnie wrapped his arms around Amber and reached for her bra clasp from behind. She took the opportunity to plant her mouth on his, and they shared a long, deep kiss. She could feel the lump growing in his crotch.

By this time, Veronica had gotten Alan's shirt and trousers off, and was stooping to drag his briefs to the floor. She stopped and gave his semi-erect cock a little kiss before standing back up, marveling at how much longer and thinner it was than her husband's. She had plans for this monster! Standing back up, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Alan reached for her panties and stooped down, dragging them down and off. While he was down there, he leaned in to inhale deeply of her pussy. She giggled as his nose brushed her trim bush. When he stood back up, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. She gave his long, thin cock a quick squeeze and stroke.

Vinnie and Amber were also naked by this time, and kissing and fondling each other in the middle of the living room. Alan and Veronica were soon doing the same, with Alan's hands on her boobs and her hand on his cock with one hand.

After a few minutes, Amber pulled her face away from Vinnie's. "Ronnie," she said. "I think it's time we gave the guys a little show, like we discussed."

Alan and Vinnie's eyebrows shot up. A show?

Veronica disentangled herself from Alan's embrace. "Okay, darling. You guys just sit on the couch and watch."

Alan and Vinnie sat down, grabbing the remains of the champagne. Veronica and Amber stood in the middle of the floor, facing each other and smiling broadly. Then they stepped toward each other, wrapped their arms around each other, and began smooching. Amber had to lean downward, and Veronica had to tilt her head upward, but their mouths fit together perfectly. Their tongues were in and out of each other's mouths like tiny pink snakes, and their hands roamed all over each other's boobs, backs, and asses. They ground their hips together and thrust and wiggled. They guys, semi-erect to start with, were now both rock hard.

After several minutes of enthusiastic kissing and fondling, the women leaned away from each other. But they were still holding hands. 

"Let's take this to the bedroom," said Amber, gesturing with her head.

"You fellas can sit on the other bed and watch," said Veronica.

They walked hand in hand to the further of the two queen beds in the bedroom. Amber yanked the comforter off and threw it on the floor. Veronica scrambled up onto the mattress, and lay spreadeagled in the middle of the bed. Both husbands sat down and watched, their mouths hanging slightly open.

Amber climbed up onto the bed and sat next to Veronica. She slowly traced a finger all around Veronica's cuddly torso: around her boobs, up and down her sides, flicking over her nipples. Veronica cooed with delight. Amber slid her finger down between Veronica's legs and began to slowly move it up and down her slit. Veronica moaned a bit louder, and started to squirm her hips. Finally, Amber bent her head down and sucked one nipple into her mouth, simultaneously plunging her finger deep into Veronica's pussy. Veronica purred and groaned and began bucking her hips.

Alan snuck a peek at Vinnie. Vinnie was watching, fascinated, and slowly stroking his cock. Alan suddenly realized that he was stroking his own cock, too! He turned back to watch the girl-on-girl action on the other bed.

Amber had repositioned herself. She was now on her hands and knees, with her knees straddling Veronica's face. Her own face was deep in Veronica's crotch. They were both slurping and licking at each other with with, noisy kissing sounds. Veronica's hands were clenching Amber's slender buttocks, pulling her close for a better connection to her mouth. Amber had one hand on the bed to steady herself, and the other was diddling Veronica's clit as her mouth lapped at the swollen pussy lips.

Vinnie couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight. He loved to see his wife receiving such intense pleasure. But he also couldn't wait to feel Amber's obviously talented mouth on his own organ. He tried to force himself to stop stroking his cock, but only managed to slow down a little. He certainly didn't want to waste his first cum sitting here on the bed!

Amber and Veronica were starting to disentangle themselves. Veronica said, "Scissor me, darling." They both sat up on the bed, facing each other, and then both scooched forward. When they were close enough together, they each threw one leg over the other's leg and pressed their pussies together. They also had their arms around each other's waist. They stared breathlessly into each other's eyes and started to undulate their hips, pressing and grinding their moist pussies together. Their eyes were wide and staring, their mouths slightly open and breathing heavily. 

Alan noticed that his own hips were starting to gyrate as he watched. He'd never seen anything so erotic in his entire life. He continued to slowly stroke his long, thin cock as he stared at the action.

Amber and Veronica were now leaning in with their faces until their mouths met. They were noisily, wetly kissing now as well as grinding their pussies together. Veronica had her hands on Amber's hips, and Amber had her hands all over Veronica's jiggling boobs. Their grinding began to get faster and harder, and their breathing faster and more ragged. They both began purring and moaning deep in their throats. Their bodies began to stiffen and sweat was breaking out on their foreheads.

Alan knew his wife's body as well as he knew his own. When he saw her clenched jaw line, he knew she was moments away from a powerful orgasm. And he was right: she wrapped her long arms around Veronica's waist and squeezed her with all her might as she simultaneously gasped and shouted. Veronica also let out a wail of pleasure and tightened her grip around Amber. Both women froze in place, clenching tightly to each other as they vibrated and shook and let the waves of orgasm wash over them.

Vinnie realized that he hadn't drawn a breath in almost a minute. As he watched the two women gradually relax and let go of each other, he slowly inhaled and exhaled and tried to calm his pounding heart. That had been quite a show! He looked down at his cock. It was beet red and hard as a pipe! He was very glad that his turn was coming soon. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that long, slender body of Amber's.

Alan had stood up, and was applauding and grinning broadly. Vinnie joined him. "Well done, ladies!" said Vinnie. "That was the best show I've ever seen in my life." Alan was nodding his approval as well.

The wives slid off the bed and melted into the arms of their own husbands. "Glad you liked it, baby," said Veronica, giving Vinnie a quick kiss on the mouth. Vinnie could taste the pussy on her face, and it made him all the hornier for Amber.

Amber, in Alan's arms, also gave him a quick peck, and a quick stroke of his cock. "I see you enjoyed the show too, darling."

"Absolutely," said Alan. "Now I'm ready for anything!"

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that, darling," said Amber. "Because now it's your guy's turn to put on a show."

"What?" said Alan and Vinnie together.

"Well, it's only fair," said Veronica. "We put on a show for you. Now you can put on a show for us!" Amber giggled.

"Oh, come on, you're kidding, right?" said Vinnie, glancing nervously toward Alan.

Veronica shook her head. "Nope. C'mon, Alan. You want a chance at these, don't you?" She put her hands under her boobies, and jiggled them erotically at him.

"And these, right Vinnie?" said Amber, tracing her fingers around her own own little titties, and sliding another finger seductively into her crotch. "I've had your wife's mouth on it; I'd like to have yours too."

Both men stared, open mouthed. Their wives pushed them both toward the center of the room, between the beds, facing each other. "Come on guys, it isn't that bad. Just give it a try. You'll be glad you did!"

Alan took the final step that brought him directly in front of Vinnie's naked body. He wasn't sure what to think. His wife took his hands and placed them on Vinnie's hips. Veronica took Vinnie's hands and put them on Alan's shoulders.

"Go ahead, baby. You can do it," she purred in his ear.

Vinnie thought about how much he wanted to fuck Amber. About how much he wanted that slim, lithe body. He pursed his lips and pushed his face forward. Alan, thinking about Veronica and her cuddly body, did the same. Their lips touched, a quick smack, and then they both pulled back.

"Oh, come on. You guys can do better than that!" Amber had her arms crossed, and a stern look on her face.

Alan closed his eyes. You can do this, he thought. He imagined that it was his wife standing in front of him. No, scratch that; he imagined it was Veronica standing in front of him! Veronica with those great knockers, and that great ass! He leaned his head forward, lips pursed. Vinnie did likewise. They touched lips, held.




The Swap



Alan thought hard about Veronica behind his eyelids. His hands slid further around Vinnie's waist, cupped his buttocks, but it was Veronica's waist and ass in his mind. He pressed his lips harder. He opened them. Vinnie, thinking about Amber and her long, slender body, opened his lips as well. His tongue invaded Alan's mouth. Alan kissed back. Soon they were smooching like two horny teenagers in a back seat.

Alan felt Vinnie's strong tongue exploring every part of his mouth. He felt the strong lips. He felt Vinnie's muscular chest against his own. He felt a bit of razor stubble against his cheek. He felt the taut buns of his ass. He could no longer pretend he was kissing a woman. But he kind of liked it, anyway. Vinnie had a strong, aggressive style. It was kind of like playing handball or rugby, he thought. Alan pulled him closer. Vinnie wrapped his arms tighter around Alan's neck. 

Alan opened his eyes. Vinnie's eyes were already open. They stared at each other as they continued to kiss, suck lips, and joust with their tongues. Two manly men, kissing like men! Alan could feel his cock jutting out like a steel re-bar. He reached down to grab it and stroke it, but his hand fell on Vinnie's cock instead. Vinnie grabbed Alan's cock. Soon they were stroking each other, slowly and erotically, as they continued to suck face. Alan couldn't believe how electric Vinnie's touch felt on his cock; the strong fingers, the slightly rough skin. He could feel his hips beginning to buck involuntarily and his juices start to rise.

One of the women said, "Time to get into bed, boys." Alan couldn't tell which one it was; the blood was ringing in his ears too loudly. It didn't matter. The wives grabbed them each by the arms and pushed them toward the bed. Vinnie never let go of Alan's cock as he climbed up onto the mattress, and Alan never let go either. Soon they were laying side by side, facing each other, with Vinnies arm under Alan's neck and Alan's arm under Vinnie's waist. They continued kissing and slowly stroking each other's cocks, and pressing their chests together.

Alan had never stroked another man's cock before. He found it fascinating. He loved the heat of it, the strength of it. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out of Vinnie's slit, and occasionally passed his hand over the head, to smear it down to the shaft to lubricate his stroking. Vinnie moaned in delight at the stroking, and shuddered each time Alan passed his palm over the head. Vinnie hadn't stroked another man either. Alan's long, slender cock felt wonderful in his hand, and he worked it with long, smooth strokes as he shuddered under Alan's touch.

Vinnie's pre-cum continued to flow like maple syrup out of a tree. Alan had to know; he lifted his hand to his mouth and tasted the slick fluid. It was delicious. He offered his hand to Vinnie, who sucked one finger into his mouth for a taste.

Alan had to have more of that delicious pre-cum. He spun on his hip, and bought his face down to Vinnie's erect cock. It wasn't very long, only two thirds as long as Alan's own. But it was so fat! And the bead of pre-cum at the tip was begging to be licked. Alan stretched out his tongue, and licked across the head in a long, broad stroke. Vinnie moaned deep in his throat.

That was enough for Alan. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, and took the entire head into his mouth. He slurped with his tongue and his lips. He wrapped one hand around the fat shaft and slowly jacked it up and down, coaxing out as much pre-cum as possible. Vinnie moaned ever more urgently. Alan wrapped his other hand around the fat nutsack, and gently massaged it. He kept it up for several minutes, trying to get the entire cock into his mouth. He never got past the head and the first inch of the shaft.

Vinnie felt himself getting close to the edge, but he didn't want this to end so soon. He shifted his position until he was face to face with Alan's long, slender cock. They were each on their sides on the bed, cocks jutting out horizontally, each getting a mouthful of man-meat. Alan's cock was nice and slender, but too long for Vinnie to deep-throat. But he managed to get both hands around the shaft and jacked them slowly in opposite directions while he sucked and slurped on the top half. Alan's moans and shudders told him that he was doing something right. He tasted Alan's precum, and used some of it to lubricate Alan's tight scrotum, which he massaged while trying to get even more of the slender cock down his throat.

The two wives watched in fascination. They never would have believed it, but their husbands were really getting into it. Sitting side by side on the other bed, Amber and Veronica were extremely turned on. They started kissing and rubbing each other's boobs as they watched. Amber slipped a finger into her own pussy and started to rub herself, until Veronica figured out what she was doing. Then she pulled Amber's hand out and moved it to her own pussy, and serviced Amber's slick pussy herself.

Meanwhile, Alan and Vinnie were getting deeper and deeper into their oral bliss. Alan didn't know which he liked better: sucking this awesome cock, or getting his own cock sucked. He'd had his cock sucked plenty of times, by Amber and other women, but this was his first time returning the favor, and his first time being sucked off by another man. The novelty of the experience captivated him. He didn't care if he ever came; he just wanted to keep sucking this short, fat cock for as long as he possibly could.

Vinnie was loving the challenge of getting Alan's long slim cock down his throat. He refused to give up. Inch by inch, he got more and more of it down, until at last he had his nose buried in Alan's pubic hair. He started to gag, but managed to maintain control. He swallowed several times to get rid of the overload of saliva. To his surprise, Alan squirmed uncontrollably each time he swallowed. He swallowed again and again, the peristaltic motion massaging the sensitive head of Alan's cock. 

Alan was close to the edge now. He began thrusting with his hips, fucking Vinnie's face with his long slender cock, and sucking ever harder on Vinnie's own tool. Soon they were both thrusting and bucking, moaning and panting. There hearts were beating louder and faster and the end was very near. The women held their breath and watched in transfixed silence as both men became more and more frantic, more and more animated, and began making erotic animalistic grunting noises in their throats. Then finally Alan lifted his face off of Vinnie's cock and screamed in pleasure at the ceiling. His cock shot spurt after spurt of jism into Vinnie's gobbling mouth. This pushed Vinnie over the edge, too, and his short fat cock spat jolt after jolt of pearly goo all over Alan's screaming face. 

Both men collapsed back to the bed and lay there twitching. The wives realized that they had been holding their breath and sitting motionless, their hands in each other's pussies. They exhaled, looked at each other, and then applauded.

"Well done, guys!" laughed Veronica. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"Nice job!" said Amber. "I couldn't have done better myself!"

Alan sat up on the edge of the bed, a sheepish expression on his face. He tried to wipe the semen off his face with the edge of a sheet. He looked at Vinnie. "You suck a good cock, dude."

"You too," said Vinnie. "This doesn't make us gay, does it?"

"Of course not," said Alan. "It's only gay if you cuddle afterwards." Everyone laughed.

Amber went to the minibar and refilled the four glasses. Everyone was fully relaxed now, comfortable and naked with each other, the men sitting on one bed, facing the wives on the other bed. They sipped their drinks and smiled at each other. Alan couldn't take his eyes off Veronica's large, full boobs and round hips. Vinnie kept flicking his eyes up and down Amber's long, slender frame. Amber was staring at Vinnie's short, fat cock, desperate to feel it filling her pussy beyond its limits. And Veronica stared hungrily at Alan's long, slender cock, knowing exactly where she wanted it, and soon.

Veronica hopped off the bed and to her feet. She took Alan by the hand. "C'mon, darling. I don't want you thinking my husband gives better head than I do." She took him back into the living room and sat him down on the sofa. She kneeled at his feet, and gently spread his legs. His cock was semi-erect, but already longer than she was used to. She wrapped one hand around the base, and lowered her mouth to the head. Alan leaned back and closed his eyes, and gave himself over to her expert cock sucking.

Vinnie stood up and took Amber's hand. "I enjoyed swallowing your husband's cum, but I'd rather have the taste of pussy in my mouth." He led her to the sofa and sat her down next to Alan, and got down between her knees. Amber smiled as he bent his head toward her clean shaven pussy and started gently licking.

Veronica had deep throated many a cock in her day, and found Alan's to be no trouble at all. As long as it was, it was thin enough to snake its way down her throat with the slightest of swallowing. She bobbed her head up and down and turned her face right and left, all the while gently squeezing his balls.

She thought back to her single days. There had been few things she loved more than being penetrated anally. Of course, with Vinnie, that had been impossible. His cock was just too fucking fat! The few times they had tried, she had screamed bloody murder! But Alan's cock was the perfect size and shape to slide deep into her colon and provide her with nothing but pleasure. It was all she could think about from the first time that Amber had mentioned the shape of Alan's cock. And now, finally, she was close to having it inside her most intimate of holes.

Amber leaned back and felt Vinnie's tongue bathe her pussy with attention. He knew what he was doing, that's for sure. He used just the right combination of licking and flicking, speeding up and slowing down, sucking her lips and flicking her clit. But Amber thought most about that fat cock of his. She loved her husband, but his skinny dick just didn't fill her up and stretch her to the breaking point. She yearned for a few sessions with a nice, fat knob that would make her feel like a woman used to her full potential!

Alan was enjoying the pleasures of Veronica's oral talents, but was glad that she wasn't trying to make him cum. He really wanted to fuck her while cuddling that nicely upholstered body of hers. He opened his eyes and glanced to his left. His wife was seated next to him, a faraway look on her face. When she saw him looking at her out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head. She mouthed "I love you" at him. He blew her a kiss.

Veronica took her mouth off of Alan's cock. It was stiff as a board and glistening with her saliva. "I think you're ready for some action in bed!" she said. She offered her hand. Alan took it and got up, and they walked together to the far bed. Alan wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, feeling her delightfully squishy body in his embrace.Then he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Jumping up beside her, they returned to their embrace, rolling back and forth and sucking face with their arms and legs entwined.

Vinnie and Amber also stood up, held hands, and walked to the other bed. "Lay down on your back," said Amber, pointing at the bed. "I haven't sucked your cock yet." As she climbed onto the bed, Vinnie grabbed her hips and maneuvered her into a 69 position. She felt his tongue return to her pussy as she sized up his fat cock. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and got most of the knob inside. Her lapping tongue bathed the head and probed at the pee slit as he continued to suck and slurp on her pussy lips.

Alan was loving the feel of Veronica's flesh in his hands and against his chest; she was so soft and cuddly! And she was a damn fine kisser, too. But it wasn't enough for either of them. Veronica took her mouth away from his. "Enough kissing. I need you to fuck me!"

Alan sat up. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to feel her soft round buttocks against his hips. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. Veronica wasted no time in assuming the position. This had been her first choice, as well. Alan grabbed her hips and moved her legs slightly further apart as he kneeled behind her. He poked a middle finger into her pussy from behind, while reaching around with his other hand to fondle and squeeze one of her dangling boobs. His cock was as stiff as a board and beet red. He worked his finger in and out of her pussy for half of a minute until she was squirming with need. Finally, he placed his cock head against her lips and began pushing it in, feeling the velvety folds of pleasure engulfing him.

Veronica felt Alan's cock entering her. It didn't stretch her nearly as much as her husband's cock did, but it kept coming, and coming, and coming, deeper and deeper into her body. Her eyes fluttered wider and her mouth formed an O as long-neglected depths of her pussy were being stimulated. She started pushing back against him, matching him thrust for thrust. She felt one of his hands tightly gripping her hip, and the other slipping under her waist to flick against her clit. The combination of the deep thrusting in her pussy and the flicking against her clit put her into a pleasure zone that knocked all conscious thoughts away. She just pulsed and thrusted and let the waves of pleasure course through her body.

Meanwhile, Amber was ready to feel Vinnie's fat cock inside her pussy. She let his cock pop out of her mouth and rolled off of him. They looked briefly at their spouses, fucking like animals on the other bed, grunting and huffing and puffing. They both grinned. Then Vinnie sat upright on the middle of the bed, legs in a lotus position. His fat cock stuck straight up like a beer can.

"Come here," he said. Amber sat on his lap, facing him, with her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Vinnie reached underneath her, grabbing each buttock in one hand, and lifted her. Then he brought her straight down, impaling her on his stiff cock.

"Ohh!" said Amber with a gasp, as the fat tube of flesh penetrated into her sopping wet pussy. She felt as stretched as if she were giving birth! She wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure that was tearing through her vaginal area, but she knew that she loved it. She ground herself down onto his cock, trying to get him as deep as possible. She felt his pubic bone grinding against her clit as she rubbed herself against him. He continued to squeeze her ass cheeks as she rotated her pelvis. Their mouths met once more, in a fierce, biting kiss.

Alan was thrusting on auto-pilot. The velvety smoothness of Veronica's pussy, and the fleshy padding of her ass against his hips, transported him to a land of pure instinct. His cock was on fire and blood was pounding in his ears. He leaned further over her and wrapped his arms around her ribcage, grabbing her luscious boobs with both hands and squeezing them with all his might. 

"Alan! Alan!!" He thought her heard her grunting his name. He slowed his thrusting.

"What's the matter? Am I hurting you?"

"No! It's wonderful. Only... put it in my ass."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes, damn it, I need you to fuck my ass! Now, Alan!"

Alan pulled his cock slowly out of her pussy. She felt it snaking its way out, and shuddered with pleasure as it slid against her lips. Then he grabbed his shaft in one hand, steadied her hips with the other, and pointed his cock head at her anus. Veronica looked over her shoulder at him, pleadingly. "Now!"

Alan pressed his conical cock head against her rosebud of an asshole. He was certainly slick enough with her juices and his precum. It entered, and he kept pressing, deeper and deeper and deeper. As velvety and smooth as her pussy had been, her butthole felt even tighter and smoother and more incredible.

Veronica gasped and choked back a sob of pleasure. It had been so long! So long since she'd felt a cock up her ass. She'd almost forgotten what it felt like, except that she remembered that it felt wonderful. She felt Alan's cock going deeper and deeper inside her, burning its way toward her soul. She felt totally filled, totally complete, totally taken and owned by this wonderful, long, invasive cock deep in her bowels.

Alan went back to his thrusting. He was all the way in, and could once more feel Veronica's fleshy buttocks against his hips. He again wrapped his arms around her waist, again squeezed her boobs. He was as lost in the pleasure as she was.

Amber was still bouncing up and down on Vinnie's cock, oblivious to the action a few feet away on the other bed. The cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger with each bounce, filling her and stretching her beyond all reason and logic. She felt like a log had been shoved inside her, or a fence post, or a freaking telephone pole! It felt hot and cold all at the same time, and her head was spinning. She wrapped her arms ever tighter around Vinnie's neck to avoid passing out and falling off.

Vinnie was not only thrusting with his pelvis, but continued to raise and lower her with his hands, still cradling her buttocks. He loved the view of her tiny titties, bouncing before his eyes on her slender frame, almost close enough to bite. Her head was on his shoulder, and he could feel her long blonde hair on his face. He turned his head toward her and stuck his tongue in her ear. She jumped and screamed and bounced all the harder on his cock!

Veronica could barely remember where she was, or who she was. All she knew was the incredible pleasure in her ass, the thrusting, pounding snake that was deeper inside her than anyone had ever been before. The sensitive nerve endings of her anus teamed up with the sensitive nerve endings in her nipples, now being squeezed by Alan's strong fingers, to bombard her pleasure centers with an irresistible overdose of sexual bliss. She felt the universe begin to spin out of control.

Alan was thrusting mindlessly, pounding an assault on Veronica's ass, squeezing her boobs, and rubbing his thighs against her luscious ass cheeks. Involuntarily, he was also drooling on her back. He felt himself begin to speed up against his will; he knew that his instincts were taking over and that he would very soon explode in a tremendous orgasm.

Vinnie was also feeling that inevitability deep in his balls; the feeling that the end was near and his orgasm was almost at hand. Spots were dancing in front of his eyes, and his cock was burning up with pleasure. A small time bomb deep in his pelvis was ticking down to its final seconds.

Amber knew that she couldn't take much more. The telephone pole in her pussy had penetrated to her brain, and she was about to explode into a million pieces. Her clit had been rubbed raw against Vinnie's pubic bone. She saw the universe turning colors: yellow, orange, red, and then it exploded into thousands of shards! She swooned and screamed simultaneously as her orgasm washed over her.

Vinnie exploded at the same time, his fat cock pouring jolt after jolt of jism into Amber's pussy, his body shuddering and his hands clenching tightly into her ass cheeks.

Alan's thrusting speed had reached a crescendo, and it pushed his body over its edge. He ejaculated a torrent of semen deep, deep inside Veronica's colon as he felt a wave of heat travel from his scrotum, up his torso, and out the top of his head and the tips of his fingers and toes.

Veronica swooned as the universe collapsed around her; she felt as if she were falling down an infinite hole at infinite speed, and her entire body was turning inside out at the same time. She lost consciousness.

When Veronica came to, she was lying on her back, with her head on Alan's lap. Alan was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, stroking her hair.




The Swap



"Are you alright?" he asked, a playful smile on his lips.

"I think so." She raised a hand in front of her face, moved it back and forth. "I guess I'm still alive."

Amber and Vinnie laughed from the other bed. They were leaning up against their headboard, his arm around her shoulder and her hand on his thigh. "You were out for about twenty seconds," said Vinnie. "How come I can't make you swoon like that?"

"Oh, you do just fine," said Veronica.

"I'll say he does," said Amber, turning her face up and giving him a kiss on the mouth.

"I'd say we all did just fine," said Alan. "Not only that, but I think we did just about every combination that four individuals can do."

"No, not quite," said Amber. "You and Vinnie haven't fucked yet."

Alan glanced over at Vinnie's fat cock. "Yeah, that's not happening." They all laughed.

"Wait a minute," said Veronica. "We've only done two-at-a-time combinations, so far. There are lots more things we can try. I've always wanted to try a double penetration."

"Yeah, and I've always wanted to do a spit-roast," said Amber.

"And I've always wanted a two-woman blowjob," said Vinnie.

"Yeah, come to think of it, I've always wanted to try a pussy on my cock and another pussy on my face at the same time," mused Alan. "I guess we do have a lot more to accomplish."

Veronica reached for the phone. "Looks like it's going to be a long night. I'll call room service. We're going to need some food, and a lot more champagne!"