Swap Meet chapter 2 (page 2)
While she lay in a bit of a heap on the floor by the bed gathering her energy, the old swinger considered the effect Stacy had on him. He was more than experienced enough not to just salivate at any piece of flesh. But there was something deeply alluring about the little lady. It wasn't a false (or genuine) sense of innocence nor was it traditional, bold sex appeal.
We watched her struggle to hands and knees, wondering how much of it was a show and how much was real. But it didn't matter. What Stacy had was some kind of simple, pure passion for pleasure. Frank thought that passion like that likely brought out the best in anyone she chose to focus it on.
He knew it made him very horny in a fresh and invigorating way. Whatever dangers there were that he was becoming complacent or jaded about sex blew away like a puff of smoke in the little sex-pot's presence.
Stacy was taking her time. Not faking weakness really but also not rushing herself at all. She lifted her head and focused on her goal. Frank wasn't a man to her right then. He wasn't even present. All she saw was his hard pussy stuffer.
Her pussy told her in clear, slobbering language that it wanted to get around that thing now and Stacy's pussy was a very persuasive organ.
On numb limbs, Stacy crawled across the carpet. Frank watched her ass and stroked himself. He was beginning to think she'd take all day.
But in reality, she was between his legs soon enough. Without hesitation, she lifted her head under his looming club and nuzzled his dangling ball-sack. Frank shifted and spread his legs wider.
Stacy inhaled deeply, the man-scent filling her head. The heat of him and the musk gave her body new life. She inhaled again and licked the hairy, wrinkled pouch.
She put her hands on his thighs and lifted herself higher, tongue tracing a path up his endless length. She tasted woman on him as well as his earthy essence.
When she reached his tip she took hold of his shaft with both hands and wiggled her sharp little tongue into his slit.
Frank huffed and gripped the cushions, trying to control the urge to grab her head and pound himself into her throat. His own wife's abnormal skills taught him habits he needed to be careful of.
Stacy milked his cock, spreading his lube and her saliva up and down it's length. Then she climbed into his lap, driven by the insistent demands from her cunt.
She didn't look him in the eye. She almost didn't seem to know he was there. She got one foot up on the couch and knelt her other shin on his thigh to get her body high enough to press him against mound.
It was awkward for a moment as she shakily tried to line herself up. His head found the right groove, lodged against her inner passage for a moment and then slid in.
"Aaaah!" she said hoarsely as the massive piece of meat opened her up. She felt every inch rise into her body. She bit her lip and breathed rapidly through her nose and tight mouth.
So fucking big. So fucking good inside her. She stared at her splayed sex stretched tight by Frank's enormity and went light in the head. But she didn't need thoughts. Her hips knew what to do, grinding on Frank's lap. Her internal muscles also worked hard, fighting the wonderful shock of the intrusion to clamp hard around his hot iron.
The older man watched the girl lose herself in pleasure. She felt so alive. It wasn't just the glorious heat of her juicy pot. It was the play of her ass on his thighs, her gasps, her delicate chest, flushed and heaving.
The filthy words that started flowing from her sweet mouth.
"OH yes. Fuck. My pussy is. Oh fuck, so good. Big. So big and hard in my cunt." She seemed to fixate on two words. "Oh my cunt. My hot little cunt has such a big cock inside it. Big cock. Feels good in my cunt."
She planted her hands on Franks pelvis and hunched her hips up and down, screwing her hips and babbling. "Little cunt's going to cream all over this fat cock. It's so deep. It's so hard; I can't believe it fits inside me."
Frank needed her to cum soon. It was impossible to resist the little slut's carnal charms but he needed to hold off. He needed a breather soon to keep from shooting is wad. He wrapped his big hands around her hips and took control.
Stacy gasped when the powerful swinger lifter her body like a doll's. Her slavering pussy almost lost it's grip on its prize but his flared helmet hung up on her swollen lips just enough to keep her aboard.
Unlike her throat, Frank knew the bitch could take everything he had in her slobbering snatch. He wasn't gentle when he yanked her back down, raising his own hips as he did so.
"Haaa!" was all she could scream as she came instantly. His groin battered her inflamed labia and smashed her little clit while his ram bludgeoned her womb. Stacy's small fists battered his chest as she she shouted his name and continued to climax.
Frank held her tight, screwing their groins together as tightly as possible while at the same time trying **not** feel the amazing things her young cunt was doing around his cock.
As soon as she began to descend from the highest point of her climax, Frank rolled her off his body. She sprawled on her back on the couch and he surged to his feet. Leaving her reeling, half in shock from the loss of his cock and the reverberations of a powerful orgasm, he stalked to the nightstand.
When he returned he dropped something onto the couch before manhandling her, lifting the fuck-bunny by neck and arm pit and putting her chest-first against the back of the couch. "OH god, yes, please fuck me more!" She begged, settling on her knees and rubbing her inflamed cunt. She wiggled her ass, still begging. "My cunt needs more. I'm such a fucking slut, just fill me with your meat and break me in half."
Frank watched her taste herself and moan. He watched her ass; she didn't need words to beg to be fucked. Her entire bod was shouting for cock.
He picked up the toys he'd grabbed. He ran the head of a large flesh colored dildo which could have been the twin of his own cock up and down her flooded slit. It had a a handle like a sword grip. He pushed it into Stacy's body with authority though not roughly.
Her groan held a note of disappointment. "Oh, but it's cold." Her complaint didn't keep her hips from twisting with pleasure.
Frank turned on a slim 'silver bullet' vibrator. He found her little joy pearl under her body and pressed it between the fake cock and the buzzing plastic.
"Ohhh! Huhh." Stacy's whole body tensed up and she couldn't breath. The stimulation was overwhelming. Her fists pounded the couch as she fought to absorb the pleasure.
Not for even one second did she try to escape the assault. In fact, she pressed back against Frank, straining for every sliver of sensation.
She strained and whimpered for two full minutes as Frank screwed her with latex and vibration before she came again. She went bolt upright, her back arcing. Frank saw her small breasts pulled flat against her straining chest, her hard nipples standing out like cleats.
He dropped the vibrator to free a hand and took her by the neck. He held her in that elevated, stretched pose as he dug deeper and deeper into her convulsing cunt.
She came very close to passing out. She could have let it happen. She enjoyed being fucked unconscious. But she expected a lot more to come tonight and she fought the closing blackness.
Even though she kept her brain at least half awake, her body turned to jelly. Frank felt the fight go out of her. He pulled the sword-dildo from her ravaged hole and let her drop back to the couch.
She curled up and faced him with a dreamy smile on her face. "You're so good at this." She stared at the baseball bat bobbing between his legs. "I get to cum my tits off and you've still got a big hard cock for me to play with." She reach out limply and licked her lips. "I want to taste it again."
Frank stroked himself, looking down at her. Curled up on the couch, she looked so soft and vulnerable. But her words and her open mouth and the hungry look in her eyes drove him to see past the softness to they fire in her core.
He let her take him in her hand and guide his anaconda to her lips. Stacy toyed with his slit with her tongue again before opening wide to take his head. They both moaned softly.
She suckled and slavered on the head for a time, her hand sliding along his length, nowhere close to being able to wrap around his girth. When Frank saw that her other hand was between her legs, teasing the lips of her still engorged pussy, he grunted and pulled away from her for a moment.
She protested softly and wordlessly but giggled with appreciation when he laid back on the floor and pulled her on top of him.
His enormity was right in her face. She wrapped both hands around him and let the head fill her mouth again.
Frank stared up at the amber down matted across her mound and the deep pink lips of her opening. He smelled her arousal strongly and it made him drag his nose through her folds, almost snorting her like a drug. Stacy's giggle was muffled by the mass spreading her jaws as were the moans that rumbled in her body when his tongue quested deep into her source.
Frank knew the younger woman's lack of skill (thought certainly not enthusiasm) with sucking cock would save him from erupting any time soon. Certainly most men would find nothing lacking in her skill and find it hard to hold back but Frank's experience allowed him to control himself while letting the girl to have her fun.
His own skill also ensured that he had her creaming all over his face in only a minute or two.
After she came, Stacy pulled away from his grasp and turned above him. Her happy, happy cunt had been teased enough and she needed his big hot cock bad.
Frank recognised that the hot little sex bunny wouldn't be denied this time. She was going to wring his balls dry. And he was more than ready to let her. He'd done what he could to tire her out a bit; now he'd go for broke.
But there was no reason to get rug burns in the process. When she tried to mount him he deflected her and turned away. He rolled and got to his feet. She stared up at him with a desperate pout. He offered her his hand and helped her to her feet.
There eyes locked and he led her to the bed. Unnecessarily, he helped her onto the mattress and guided her onto her back, eyes still riveted to hers. She saw the hunger there. Frank was done playing and Stacy shivered at the thought of what his beautiful, gigantic cock was about to do to her.
He took her legs under each knee and let his steaming shaft bump and slide along her mound, nearly reaching her navel. Stacy's eyes were big, staring down at the size of him between her pale thighs. She'd already had that thing buried inside her once that day but it was hard to believe. If she wasn't so horny she would have been terrified.
She raised her hips higher and begged him sweetly. "Please fuck my little pussy, Frank. I want to make you feel as good as you've made it for me."
After a couple bobbing tries, Frank managed to lodge himself in her hole without using his hands. "I'm gonna stretch you're little hole around my cock. I'm gonna watch you take every inch."
And very slowly, he did just that. The gentle, persistent pressure made Stacy feel like her eyes were going to pop out. By the time his balls pressed against her ass she had nearly ten inches of very hard cock inside her. She was seeing stars.
And then when he roughly pulled away from her and rammed into her hard on the second stroke, the stars went supernova.
*****
"More! Use me. Oh fuck, I feel so hollow. Don't stop!"
William stared down at Beth's abused pussy. He was sweeting heavily and panting, holding himself in a firm, calming grip to fight back the rising pressure. "I wish you could see your cunt right now, slut. You are wrecked."
Her labia were swollen, almost purple. Her pussy lips refused to close, leaving her dark cavern yawning. With need or exhaustion?
"Yessss. I want to get wrecked. Oooh, I can't wait till Frank comes to fuck me. I know he's even bigger than you. Do you think he'll like my wrecked pussy?"
The funny thing was that her bold words were contradicted by her limp form. She seemed incapable of movement. She laid under William like a rag doll.
After the gentle massage, William had shoved his stout, rejuvenated cock all the way into Bethany and had pretty much tried to fuck her into submission.
Bethany had barely moved. She took William's cock and just begged him to fuck her harder and harder. His words had inspired her. She wanted to be treated as an object and just get fucked by every man in the house.
She'd cum so many times she was completely unable to move.
William stroked himself and gulped for breath. Then he grabbed the back of Beth's neck with one hand and pressed her hard into bed. He shoved himself back into her yawning pussy and growled. "I'll make sure you're nice and sloppy for the rest of the guys."
When he filled her with his seed soon after, Bethany weeped into the mattress with deranged satisfaction.
*****
George's time with Stacy had been erotic and highly satisfying. And he'd been very ready to continue.
So when Felicity then commanded him to take her hard, things began quickly.
For her part, Felicity had some pent-up sexual aggression she needed to work out. Frank had started the process deliciously and the lawyer had shed her day-to-day restraints. She was ready to take advantage of everything the night had to offer.
What ensued was wild and intense. Elle was unfamiliar with George. She learned that night that he possessed both great skill and control.
With the right man, the wily brunette had a knack for inspiring aggression and she stoked George's lust higher and higher with fiendish demands.
He ravaged her from every possible angle and position. Frequent but unpredictable slaps across her pale ass turned it pink and were directly responsible for at least one of Ell's screaming orgasms. He pulled her hair at will, either for leverage while he screwed her cunt or for a quick dip of his raging cock down her throat.
The blindfold was long gone. He played roughly with her tits as she begged for more and more from him. He growled that the corset was in the way. He spent several minutes tugging at it trying to rip it off her body while simultaneously continuing to pound her greedy gash.
Regretfully, she'd had to call a brief halt to get the thing properly unlaced to remove it. As soon as it was tossed aside, George had her folded in half on her back. He hooked her thighs inside his arms and grabbed her sweaty C-cups roughly as he continued to pile-drive is cock into her desperate, grasping hole.
Felicity lost count of her orgasms. She lost track of up and down. All she knew was that she was getting the ride of a lifetime. But some carnal instinct made her aware when George finally passed the point of no return. It was almost a shame that Felicity had no idea what time it was or for how long he'd been fucking her. He really deserved full credit for a stupendous feat.
When it happened, George had the perfectly proportioned woman pressed against one of the tall bedposts. She was on her knees, the post between her legs and splitting her cleavage. George was gripping the post, one hand around her hip, the other against her neck.
The upright kneeling position didn't allow for full penetration but that had ceased to matter. Felicity's body was in pure pleasure mode. Getting fucked against the hard wooden post seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
The entire bed was shaking wildly as George's thrusts became short and erratic. His panting became labored.
Without words, George yanked himself free of the sloppy hole just in the nick of time. He pulled her head back, laying her out over her folded legs. In a moment he was kneeling above her head.
Felicity stared up at his ferocious cock, wide-eyed and breathless. He had a firm grip on his glistening weapon and it immediately went off.
Choking on breathless laughter, George painted Elle's face, tits and hair with his pent-up seed. Blast after steaming, heady blast struck the woman's sensitive body. She frigged her clit with two practiced fingers while watching him erupt, bringing herself to yet another climax.
George stayed upright, panting. Elle licked up what she could of his seed, rubbing the rest into her body. He could see that she continued to play with herself. His cock seemed reluctant to go down. There was nothing as sexy as a well fucked slut and it looked like Elle wasn't ready to quit.
He squeezed himself, forcing blood into his member. Elle squirmed and bit her lip. "If you want more of this babe, show me how nasty you are," he urged.
Without a word, Felicity turned to put her head near the bedpost and her legs spread out around the stud. She rubbed herself for him. She probed deep with two fingers. "You just fucked the living hell out of my poor pussy, you animal."
Then she slipped the same two fingers down to the soft pucker of her asshole and slid them in smoothly. Moaning, she raise her hips. "Please do the same to my ass."
George did a credible job of doing just that for the next half hour. Granted, he let Felicity to do more of the aerobic work.
*****
Things were just a bit quieter in the royalty room. Gloria came hard twice in rapid succession while Jared rode her powerfully from behind. She gushed both times, the orgasms completely wringing her lush body out.
She let herself slump forward, pulling away from Jared and his delicious cock. She rolled on her side, one hand going to her furry mound. She felt how swollen she was and she hissed. She sucked on her fingers. Jared had churned her secretions into cream. "You make me cum so good, stud. I'm making such a mess."
She eyed his bobbing weapon. Then she held his eyes while she gathered more fluids from her lathered loins with both hands and began to massage it into her massive tits. "Get some oil from the nightstand. I need you to fuck my tits and then cum down my throat."
As he hastened to comply, Gloria growled, "You'll stay hard for me after you nut, won't you baby? Because then I want to ride you good. Stay hard for me and I'll grind fuck you good for hours."
He fucked her soft, slippery tits. He fed her a heavy dose of seed. Then she rode him as promised, her tight pussy keeping him hard and eager and zapping climax after climax through her thick form.
In fact, he never came a second time. By forcing him back into immediate service, she had, as she hoped, locked him into a state where he couldn't reach release but stayed hard for a very, very long time.
She wore herself out good on Jared Lancaster's stubborn cock.
*****
Helen spit out Trey's limp dick with mild disdain. He'd cum only twice for her and now he seemed a lost cause. Her disdain would have been greater if Felicity hadn't told her what to expect.
The first fuck had been decent. It would be generous to call Trey's cock average but Helen's experienced cunt could clamp down and fuck the hell out of anything. Credit where it's due, he'd lasted nearly fifteen minutes.
And being a good host, she'd let him rest a whole quarter hour while she sneaked some peeks into the other boudoirs. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Naturally, the sounds and sights had kept her libido nicely charged.
When she returned to the basement, she decided to perform for Trey. First she used her mouth and throat to slick up a little six inch pocket-rocked vibrator. She then laid back and opened her legs in front of him and turned on the little motorized cock. He watched raptly as she teased her bleached asshole and then slowly slid the entire thing into her ass. She took it all past the base and delicately poked the last glint of plastic into her body with a finger.
She moaned happily and rubbed her closed ass and drooling pussy. She rolled and combat-crawled across the big bed toward a nightstand. She could feel Trey's eyes on her skinny, boyish ass. She paused and flexed and let the buzzing toy peak out from her brown eye, giggling.
She grabbed something weighty from the nightstand and rolled back in Trey's direction. Opening her legs for him again, she held the enormous latex dildo between her legs.
Helen owned a lot of sex toys. She owned enough to keep all the bedrooms stocked and her own special toy-chest beside their bed stuffed full. Quite a few of the toys were more or less identical to her husband's own cock.
Like the one she held now. After letting Trey get a good gander at how it's size compared, Helen brought the toy to her mouth. Lifting her chin and cracking her jaw wide open, she smoothly swallowed ten inches of thick shaft.
Trey almost jumped off the bed. The sight was literally unbelievable. It didn't seem possible. He could see Helen's neck bulge around the thing's fat head.
Helen held it balls-deep for at least a minute before slowly inching it free.
She wasn't even breathing hard.
From her mouth the obscene plaything went directly to her pussy. With a shake of her hips she found her hole and Helen's cunt inhaled the giant dildo even more easily than her mouth had.
Helen ground and plunge-fucked herself on the toy until she came hard, eyes and teeth gritted shut. But she barely paused before crawling over to Trey with the surrogate cock still jammed into her pussy. She swallowed Trey's mostly still-soft (WTF? Seriously dude?) cock and shoved two fingers up his ass, as promised. With her other hand, she continued to fuck herself with the dildo.
Helen couldn't believe that it took the guy five more minutes to get hard enough to do anything with. When he finally did, she whipped the giant cock out of her gaping hole and mounted him.
Two things surprised Trey. There were probably more than that but the top two were this. Helen still had that little plastic vibrator buzzing away in her ass. And also, even after vigorously fucking herself on that telephone-pole dildo, he pussy tightened down on his modest appendage with impressive force and eagerness.
Lucky for Trey his hostess managed to bring herself off again before he shot his load up inside her.
So now it was nearly an hour later. Helen had given him forty minutes of rest and had had his cock and balls in her mouth for another ten trying to revive him. She'd played patty-cake with his prostate most of that time (thought still just with two fingers; she could tell pain wasn't the way to this man's libido).
She was done with him. But there were still two rounds left in the night. She pulled a bottle of water from a little fridge. She handed him the water and a pill. "Time for some pharmaceutical help, pretty boy. Elle said you'd probably need this."
Trey had been pretty overwhelmed for a while now. He looked down at the Viagra without a lot of coherent thought. Elle had "dosed" him other times. He knew the stuff worked. He opened the water and popped the pill.
Helen pulled on a robe and didn't even look back on her way out. But she did pause on the steps. She bent awkwardly and pushed the plastic vibrator out into her hand.
The batteries were very dead. She came back down and dropped the toy in the sink and went back to the stairs without a word.
She didn't think it was time to announce a switch yet but she wasn't going to hang around letting things get awkward. With any luck, the little helper would have Trey ready for his next partner.
*****
Stacy held on to the edge of the bed for dear life. She was on her back, flush all over and covered in a slick sheen of sweat. Her tits rode high and tight on her chest, swollen from constant stimulation. Though they were free to dance at the moment, Frank had worshipped them well over the course of the last fifteen minutes.
Perspiration was pouring off the older swinger. His rawhide complexion had become ruddy. But the grip with which he held her hips high off the bed against his groin was still powerful. Commanding.
And inside Stacy's insatiable hole his mighty cock was like pulsing hot granite.
"Jesus Christ you horny bitch, I'm going to cum so hard. Where do you want it, fuck bunny."
"Inside me!" Stacy panted without hesitation. She had to feel Frank's big cock shoot off inside her womb. Her pussy demanded the purest form of completion.
Seconds later both of their eyes went wide as Frank swelled still bigger inside the little fuck machine.
And then the fire-hose turned on.
Stacy grabbed her hair, eyes bugging out. Frank held himself buried to the hilt inside her pink funnel. She felt the pressure of his eruption against her womb. Her body filled with his heat. She couldn't even tell for sure if she was cumming. The sensations had piled one on top of another for so long she just groaned and tried to stay conscious.
The little girl's cunt just about pinched off his flow, she was cramping so tight. Frank's eyes were crossed and his toes curled as her divine center drained his balls dry.
Frank felt light-headed. He had to pull away, to pull out before his just fell on the little girl. He stumbled, shaking sweat from his eyes. He slumped against a wall and tried to catch his breath. "Holy crap," he muttered. He stared at the sopping hole between her legs in blank fascination.
Stacy lay limply on the bed, concentrating of the feel of his seed insider her. It felt like a sacrament.
*****
Helen took her time laying out snacks in the kitchen. Eventually she ran out of things to do and started getting antsy. She decided it was time.
In the royalty room she found Jared and Gloria in a casual embrace laying quietly on the bed. They looked very pleased with themselves. Helen told them there were beverages and sandwiches in the kitchen. When Gloria mentioned a shower, Jared thought that sounded like a good idea. Helen suggested they use the basement bathroom.
As that couple slowly fought free of the bed and lingering caresses, Helen moved on to the animal room.
The stink of sex was thick in the room when she opened the door. For Helen, the scent was never anything but delicious.
Bethany was still prone in the center of the bed, legs spread wide. Even Helen was shocked by the state of the younger woman's pussy. It looked like a swollen pile of hamburger. "Jesus," she muttered. "You doing okay, Legs?"
One hand raised briefly. "Fan-fucking-tastic."
Helen looked around. "Where's Billy boy?"
A hairy arm popped up from the far side of the bed and waved. "I'm here. Just taking a breather."
Helen rounded the foot of the bed and looked down at her old friend flat on his back on the floor. His damp hair was standing wildly and his eyes seemed a bit dazed.
"Well, there's food in the kitchen. And this might be a good time for a quick shower if you want."
William started laboriously climbing to his feet. Beth turned her head over. "Nah, I'm waiting right here."
Helen got on the bed next to beth and asked her quietly. "Definitely all good here? Your cunt... I mean, you look pretty tired."
The tattooed young woman giggled. "Billy said my cunt looks wrecked."
Not knowing the girl well, Helen wasn't sure what her tone meant. "Yeah, a bit. Did you have fun?"
"Yes. It's fun being a toy." She grabbed Helen's arm tightly. "Tell Frank I'm here. Tell Frank my wrecked cunt is his." She closed her eyes and relaxed. "It's for everyone to use."
Helen left shaking her head, followed by an equally bemused William.
She heard the shower running. The kamasutra room was empty and she found George and Felicity making liberal use of soap on each other's bodies. Helen very nearly joined them but she had one more stop to make. She told them they could get some food if they wanted and then headed for the master bedroom.
*****
Frank lost track of time leaning against the wall. As he watch Stacy quietly glory in post-coital bliss, sweat cooled and dried on his body. Shaking himself, he pushed away from the wall and made his way unsteadily to the shower. He turned on both heads. He frowned at the weak pressure. Of course, others in the house were likely doing the same. He turned off one spigot and the pressure improved a bit.
He didn't hear Stacy's approach. It's a shame he hadn't seen her slow, swaying stroll across the room. Her limbs felt loose and her hips had a mind of their own. Stacy was feeling on top of the world. The men had made her feel like a sex goddess.
She ducked under Frank's arm and was in front of him in a blink. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers. He braced himself against the bathroom wall while her tongue spent several long minutes saying thank you.
She finally released him and let her tongue translate the message into English. "Thank you so much, you big stud. That was twelve out of ten. You guys really know how to blow a girl's mind." She kissed his collarbone and squeezed his ass. "You're so lucky, you dirty bitch."
"Oh, I know it." said a familiar voice. Helen gave his other ass cheek a possessive squeeze of her own and kissed his shoulder. "He always gives first class dick."
The women stepped into the stall side by side and drew the big swinger in after them. Helen grew fascinated by Stacy's soft, pale form and Frank took liberal advantaged of all the flesh available to him.
It took them rather a long time to get satisfactorily clean.