Swap Meet chapter 1 (page 2)
Stacy slid the baby-doll down over her head. It was light pink but so sheer it barely had any color at all. She shook it out around her and then smoothed it against her body.
Half of one wall of the big master bedroom held a closet behind mirrored sliding doors. Stacy turned to examine herself, brushing her short hair back self-consciously. Her bare feet shifted nervously on the thick carpet.
Stacy had worn a light pastel green bra and pantie set. Both were sheer lace. She'd discarded the bra already though. Under the baby-doll, Stacy could clearly see the shape and deeper shade of her nipples. She touched one lightly and felt it tighten. Her stomach fluttered. She watched herself brush the gentle swell of her belly, fingers strumming her navel.
Stacy Lancaster had a discrete but womanly figure. Her healthy B-cup breasts didn't turn heads on the street but were perfectly shaped and very expressive when she was aroused. Seeing herself in the mirror, she imagined a strange man's hands on her breasts and they tightened more. A flush glowed near her collar bone and she felt her ears get warm.
She caressed her hip. The pantie's low-riding boy short design accentuated her hips. She couldn't help but swivel her ass toward the mirror, rising on her toes to protrude her little butt. To be honest it was a little boyish but looked real good covered in lace.
She'd had the outfit a couple months and Jard went apeshit for it every time she put it on. It wasn't really her first sexy lingerie but she'd bought it with a new sense of naughty confidence and was still amazed by how good she looked in it.
She jumped when the door latch clicked. For a moment she felt like a deer caught in the headlights as she watched it swing open.
Tall, sandy-haired George Tomlinson stepped into the room but then stopped dead. He stared at Stacy, and she goggled back at him. She felt his eyes rake her down and up. He whistled long and low. "Wow. I must have died and gone to heaven's bordello."
Stacy regained her composer as he closed the door. He stepped farther into the room but was taking his time, drinking her in with his eyes. She felt her flush intensify. "I thought the idea was that we spend the night sending each other to heaven." she joked.
He halted just out of reach. He knew she was relatively new to swinging. He wanted to let her set the pace... though his hands itched to touch her tender flesh. "Stacy, the only idea I have right now is how much I want to touch you."
The room was silent for a bit as they looked at one another. His eyes left trails of heat all over her body. Stacy studied his face and his eyes. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. She imagined his mouth watering and smiled at the thought. The smile seemed mysterious to George. Mysterious but inviting.
She let her gaze fall to the front of his slacks. There was swelling there. As she watched it seemed to grow.
Stacy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She took a moment to clear her mind of all but one thought. Cock. How he would grow hard for her and penetrate her. She let the breath out. She raised her head and opened her eyes, looking up at the blond.
George almost took a step back when he saw those deep brown eyes. They dilated and her nostrils flared. She took three quick steps and pressed her body against his. She smiled crookedly and wrapped her hand around the bulge in his pants. Her other hand traced down his arm and took his.
She rubbed his palm with her thumb. "My body is yours for an hour, pretty boy. Make it count!" He ran their hands up under her negligee and onto her throbbing breasts.
George squeezed her flesh and she moaned. His other arm pressed against her back and he ground himself against her bare stomach. "Yes! I'm going to make your fucking body sing."
She undid his belt and opened his slacks. She grabbed his undershorts at the same time and shoved them down his legs. When her hand closed around his hot member, they both moaned. She felt is swell in her grip. She straightened and he swept both hands back under her nightie. His hot hands danced and kneaded across her chest. She groaned again and pressed her forehead to his chest.
Her mouth hung open mindlessly. She stared down at George's dick. It was uncircumcised, the hood still covering the head. It was on the thin side; she was able to get her fingers all the way around it but it was probably over seven inches long.
Her mouth was watering as he continued to squeeze and pinch her tits. She let saliva drip in a long rope. It found his cock and she spread the wet around. Pre-cum added to the lubrication and soon his whole shaft was slick.
She stroked it, watching the extra skin shift around. It made her so hot as it became very hard for her. She dipped down, tearing her tits from George's grasp. She licked the half-shrouded tip of his penis and then wrapped her lips around the knob. His hands raked her back.
Stacy closed her eyes and moaned as the flavors hit her. Her pussy went slick instantly. His readiness made her eager.
She fell back, dropping onto her butt. She quickly rolled and twisted to come back to her feet, just out of reach again. She made intense eye contact with him as she pulled the negligee off. He walked himself out of his pants and kicked them to the side. He couldn't keep his hand off his dick as he stared at the delicate swell of her freed breasts. He was so taken with them that he barely noticed her slip out of her panties.
She laid back onto the bed, legs spread wide. Now George definitely noticed her unclad groin. Soft amber fur covered her mound. She closed her eyes as she ran her fingers through her slit and then spread herself for him. "Get in here. Feel me on the inside."
George Tommlinson stepped between her legs and gazed down at her pink slit. It lay open for him, glistening. He hesitated, a shudder going through his body. He took a couple deep breaths. "Come on baby, can't you see how ready I am? Fuck me George. Please fuck me and make me cum." She rocked on her back, beckoning him with her hips.
He was trying to dial back his arousal just a bit for fear of cumming too soon. Her begging wasn't helping. He forced himself to take another couple breaths before leaning over her. With one hand on the bed near her shoulder, he stared down at her begging eyes. He held his cock tightly and ran the head down her slit. She bit her lip, here eyes saying "please" as she tried to lift her hips higher to meet him.
She was slick and hot but also a little tight. Tighter than he expected. She squirmed while he worked to find the best angle. The he brought his arm tighter against her shoulder. Giving her a "here it comes" grin, he pressed home quickly.
Stacy took every inch and arched her back with pleasure. He brought his other arm down to the bed, holding her in place. She grabbed his arms and hooked her heels behind his back and pressed herself to him. "Christ almighty that feels good. Pretty boy can fuck."
And he continued to do so with long confident strokes. She came all over his cock twice, babbling her delight. He loved her lively responses. She fucked back at him with every stroke, eyes bright and intense.
Before he got too close to climaxing himself, he pulled away.
He was gasping from exertion. Stacy looked gorgeous, skin glistening with perspiration and bright pink pussy splayed open, still inviting. Her tits were pumped into high peaks by her arousal.
George had a wonderful idea. "You're so fucking hot babe. I want to nut all over you," Stacy whimpered, loving the idea. She stroked herself. George gestured at the mirrored doors. "I want to fuck you from behind where we can see ourselves. Get on your knees and face catty-corner on the bed."
Stacy looked at him and then at the mirrors and grinned. Giggling, she got onto her hands and knees. As he had said, rather than facing the mirrors, she turned at an angle, allowing them to both see the mirrors comfortably and to get a better look at the action.
George stepped onto the bed and bounced around a bit, his long, hard cock dancing like a conductor's baton. Stacy laughed again. She shook her ass at him and slapped it. "Come on cowboy!"
He dropped to his knees between her legs and slapped her other cheek. Her pale, smooth skin quickly formed a faint pink print of his hand. He darn near came right then.
They both watched in the mirror as he let his cock slide around her ass and the small of her back. He was so much taller than her that he easily cleared her hips.
He took the opportunity to cool down his boiling nuts. "Your so beautiful," he said. "I wish you could see the curve of your back right now. It's the sexiest thing in the world." His hands raked down her spine as his throbbing cock drooled onto her tail bone.
Stacy shuddered. She watched herself in the mirror. She didn't have the guitar-outline view of herself that George did but the downward arch of her back as she stretched before him and the upturned globes of her ass really did look pretty amazing.
As for the petrified snake that was fencing with her backside... she bumped back against him and whined. "When are you going to put it back in me?" She ground her asscrack against his scrotum. "Please Georgie. Please fuck my hot little pussy. Your big cock makes me cum so good."
He had no answer other than a shift in posture. He knee-stepped one leg outside hers and then the other, lowering his hips to line up the the hole she wanted him to fill. Stacy watched intently through the mirrors. It was like some kind of vaguely soft-core porn; she saw his hips but no longer his dick. But she felt it soon enough.
George took her hips in his hands and let his cock split her petals. Stacy's toes curled and she lowered her head in pleasure. When he entered her, it was a long, firm strike.
Stacy nearly came when her ass pressed flush to his pubes and his long cock reached her deepest core. She let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding. "Oh yeah. Fucking amazing. Go slow, babe. I want to feel everything."
She did feel everything. Every nerve ending of her sheath was electrified, tuned to every movement made.
If anything, it felt even better for George. The woman felt so alive between his hand and around his cock. She never stopped moving, rocking and twisting in subtle ways around his point. He was doing the fucking but she was making it sizzle.
When she came, her hands bunched the covers and her spasming hole seized George so powerfully he almost lost his mind. She came silently this time but panted and shook uncontrollably.
George just barely held on to his control. When he felt she had finish her third orgasm of the night, he had to pull from her. He held his cock tightly and closed her eyes and didn't move. Barely, just barely the held back the rising tide. Stacy didn't quite notice the pause, mind still clouded by her powerful climax.
She started rocking again unconsciously and it took her a moment to realise he was no longer inside her. A ridiculous thing really since his long cock had split her so nicely but her senses where a-whirl.
She worried that he might have cum and she missed it. But in the mirror she saw him. She saw his struggle. She waited quietly for maybe a minute. When he opened his eyes, she smiled at him through the mirror. "You're wonderful George. I came so good. I want you to finish now. Please cum for me."
He gave her a tired, happy smile back and caressed her ass. "Where do you want it?" he asked.
"Fuck me like this some more. I want to cum on that cock again and then feel you spray all over my back." She patted her own ass and let her fingers pull part of her pussy open for him. "Let's get messy."
God the little woman was sexy. It was as much her attitude as her subtle curves. He'd had his share of woman, both before and after getting married and it would be a bit hasty to declare Stacy the sexiest but there was something surprising in how desirable her simple form was.
He knew himself to be a very lucky man as he bent to kiss the small of Stacy's back playfully before straightening and impaling her roughly on his aching spear.
Stacy yelped and giggled and ground her ass against the tall blond. She was ready for a hard fuck.
George gave her what she needed. Quickly Stacy's heart began to race again. His body slapped against hers over and over again, loud and exciting. Stacy began to babble, begging and cursing and crying as both lovers went into overdrive. She could barely spare a glance for the mirror now but George was intent on it. He watched her expressions and her swaying, jumping tits. He used the sights and the sounds she was making to steer by, to gauge her progress. It was like driving a race car, taking turns and accelerating down straights as the track demanded.
All with the goal of reaching a finish line that would see both of them orgasm.
Stacy had some inkling of what George was doing. She recognised the skill with which she was being driven and it excited her beyond words. She let him have the control, not even paying attention to how close or far away she felt her climax to be. It would come when George made it happen and Stacy just thrilled to the ride.
They hit the home stretch in perfect harmony, George's surges now coming slightly slower but he held himself deep on each one for just a moment. Stacy was just shouting "Yes, Yes, Yes!" with each impact.
On the last lunge, Stacy swore he found another couple of inches of cock somewhere. He bottomed out and gripped her hips ardently to his. He was puffing and growling and Stacy screamed "Fuck." as she came hard, her cunt flooding with joy. "Ahhhh, god." Stacy did not climax quietly this time.
Once her eruption was well underway, George pushed her off his raging cannon. He held it to aim but didn't need to stroke it even once. He was already cumming. The semen leapt from his cock in burning jets, striking across Stacy's back and ass.
Stacy let herself drop onto her stomach and she continued to tremble through her fantastic orgasm. Every hot drop that struck her sent ripples of pleasure through her supercharged nervous system. Her eyes glazed.
George fell beside her, struggling for breath. Neither said anything. Neither could nor needed to. They both radiated satisfaction and pleasure and sweat and just wallowed in it all for several minutes.
*****
In the animal room, Jared ate out Bethany's shaven clam through two squealing orgasms before pinning her to the mattress with his spike. Her coltish legs were behind her head as he ravaged her upturned sex. She came twice more that way, begging him to never stop.
When his back and legs could no longer support him, she rode his seven inch wonder, grinding hard on his hips. He chewed on her sensitive nipples and raked her back with his hands. When he filled her with his cum, she climaxed again, squirting this time, crying with joy.
As Bethany lay on her stomach next to him, catching her breath, she was not expecting him to climb onto her and slide is still-rigid cock between her legs and back into her drenched hole. "I'm too horny to stop," he explained simply, humping her needfully. Bethany went half catatonic as Jared gently road her for an eternity, driving her through a delirium-inducing series of small climaxes.
*****
In the basement playroom, Helen held William trapped in her throat for a prolonged period. Then she let him toss her onto the bed. She presented herself on hands and knees and her cunt swallowed his fat cock in a single plunge.
He held out for a time. Helen climaxed on him twice, grunting and babbling filthy compliments. When she felt him nearing his own release, she got him to lie back on the bed. She slid herself back down onto him. "Come on Billy, time to cream my hungry cunt." She frigged her clit as she stared down at him, her practiced inner muscles milking him aggressively. The doctor's tanned, naked pussy lips were peeled back wide and her pink clit reared up prominently.
"Oh, fuck," was the only response he had as he released into her depths. Helen joined him, slapping her mound as she trembled.
She stayed rooted on him, hand stroking their sex. They knew each other well; Billy wasn't a young man any more but even as it softened, she held his fat cock inside her body, giving her a pleasant used feeling. They chatted while she caressed their bodies and hummed, riding a prolonged post-orgasmic glow. She wouldn't push William now; he had a long night ahead of them. Eventually, she got up to take care of some hostess duties, leaving him to clean himself up and recover.
*****
In the royalty room, Trey spent a lot of time on his back under curvaceous Gloria. She liked smothering him with her tits while she slid up and down along his six incher. Her hands squeezed and teased his powerful pecs and biceps as she went. When he neared completion, she dismounted and jerked him off onto her heavy pillows, grinning at him. She hadn't cum yet but didn't mind the young man's eagerness.
After he coated her breasts, she swallowed his shaft to the balls and urged him to stay hard. She moaned and drooled, tasting herself and his musk.
Trey didn't have much trouble staying hard. Soon, she crawled up his body and gave him a deep kiss as she slipped her slit around him again. After sucking on his tongue, she pulled his head into her cleavage again and began riding him roughly. She'd get to her destination quickly now.
*****
Felicity and Frank put the kamasutra room to good use. They had the toys out. She buzzed her clit while he ate out her flowing pussy. When she turned and bent over, she kept the toy going while he slowly forced his enormous nine inch dick into her. She came before he was fully embedded.
Frank's firm hands and steady pace drove her wild. Sill in the corset, it framed her broad ass gloriously and he kneaded her globes roughly.
Frank lasted a long time, turning her over twice and making her climax over and over again. 'Elle set the vibe aside and concentrate on his deep penetration. While she was on her back, they both teased her nipples and clawed her tit-flash.
Eventually, Frank was approaching his end. She sweetly begged him to cum all over her face.
He grunted and moaned as she jerked his erupting cannon. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took load after load all over her face.
Soon, Frank would have host duties to perform.
*****
It had been quiet in the master bedroom for a little while. Stacy's heartbeat was slow and steady. The air was cool on her skin and she was still a little sweaty.
She eyed George. He was a good looking man. Too skinny to be real hunk material but clearly fit. He had runner's legs and a narrow waist. Stacy thought his sandy hair would look amazing a little longer. Give him a hint of bad boy to counter his perhaps too-pretty features.
Casually, she turned and lay her chest across his. She looked down into his eyes as he smiled lazily up at her. His fingers traced her thigh and buttock appreciatively. He felt the delicate tips of her breasts grow firm.
She lowered her head, just a little hesitant now. Her lips touched his briefly but then she pulled back. He took her head in his hands; she offered no resistance when he pulled her back to him. His tongue was there to meet her, slipping between her lips. Stacy moaned softly and went slack in his arms. She sucked at his tongue and pinched it lightly between her teeth.
She slid further onto his body and felt his reawakening sex against her hip. She moaned again and pushed his tongue back into his mouth as she invaded with her own. She soul kissed the blond and took hold of his long tool. He was hard for her. He wanted her and she wanted him. As she spread her legs to mount him she felt her nether lips open and the cool air kiss her glistening flesh.
There was a perfunctory knock at the door and it opened immediately. Helen peeked in and chuckled. "Freeze, you two. Looks like I'm just in time."
Stacy was confused for a moment, almost forgetting where she was and what sort of night this was supposed to be. "Seriously?" she squawked, looking at Helen and then down at George's throbbing member. The rumble in his chest as he laughed was seductive but also infuriating.
"So you mean I just have to stop now? What the fuck, Helen?"
The older woman approached the bed, tisking. She wore a short satin dressing gown and clearly nothing else. "Baby girl, the night's just starting. Did you have a good fuck?"
Stacy pouted and didn't let go of George. "He was wonderful. I want him again. Now."
"Uh, uh," Helen said, grabbing her arm. She pulled gently but insistently at the younger woman. "Go on George, put something on and go to the kitchen. The guys are going to hang there for a bit, get something to drink and things." George extricated himself from Stacy, kissing her shoulder as he stood. "You're delightful and wicked my dear. I look forward to the next time you drain me."
While he slipped into his boxers, Helen pulled a bottled water out of her robe pocket and handed it to Stacy. "You've got about ten minutes till your next visitor. You can clean up if you want but most guys here are fine with a little mess." She wiggled her eye brows. "Or more than fine."
Stacy opened the bottle in a frustrated manner. "This still kind of sucks." She took a drink. Helen started to leave. "Who will get me next?" the disheveled young woman asked.
Helen shook her head as she walked out the door. "You'll find out when he gets here."