Raymond Thomas - The Young Swappers

“What an asshole,” he sighed as he kept up his pace, “do I love entering. Oh, what sharp penetration. Keep your hips flinging, baby. Keep meeting my thrusts.

That’s what I like to see. A lot of cooperation.”

The longer that Mickey fucked Sheila’s asshole, the more tightly she clasped her legs. It provided Mickey with even more sensation as he continued his steady assault on her anus.

Sheila recognized just what kind of a rude awakening she was facing. Never had she even considered allowing a man to sodomize her, but there she was, receiving jolt upon jolt from the huge authoritative weapon that Mickey was wielding. His phallus continued to dig intensively into her asshole as he pushed ever closer to climax.

The closer he drew to orgasm, the simpler his strategy became. His itchy, throbbing phallus was receiving its greatest joy from the savage penetration and plunging as deep into her asshole as it would go.

He tore tirelessly into her rectum, receiving great sensations every time that contact was made.

His body began to shudder, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

He continued pushing forward, drilling his prick into her, nearing the moment of climax.

As he reached the final few strokes of the act, Mickey reached out with both hands and clutched his lover’s ass cheeks tightly.

He liked the idea of the additional stimulation as he sent himself through the closing paces.

“Get set, I’m gonna juice,” he told her.

A burning sensation multiplied both in his cock and balls as he drew himself closer to the threshold of finality. A few more hot stabs in her anal passage would do the trick, and his heart throbbed with anticipation as he pushed closer to that ultimate goal.

At the point at which the juices began to spill out of the end of his phallic dagger, Sheila’s legs trembled and she heaved a loud sigh.

“Kiss me,” she begged; “kiss me while you’re juicing.”

Mickey was only too happy to follow up on her request, so while his fingers remained indented in her ass cheeks, gooey white cream spilled profusely forward and his tongue moved forward.

Mickey’s tongue pierced the inside of Sheila’s mouth, and be felt a great sense of achievement over all that had happened.

He felt her hot breath against his, and that brought him additional joy as the final, few droplets of juice filtered out of the end of his mammoth organ and into her asshole.

It wasn’t until a few seconds after he had finished juicing that he released his tongue from her mouth.

“Sheila, you’re one hell of a fuck,” he exclaimed, slapping her ass cheeks.

Sheila could hardly believe what had happened to her as Mickey withdrew his cock from her asshole.

In fact, if it weren’t for the burning sensations that she unmistakably felt in her anus, she might have thought the whole thing a dream.

A triumphant air of enthusiasm filled Joel’s entire being as a result of what happened that weekend in Palm Springs.

He liked the fact that his wife Sheila had been willing to extend herself far beyond her former limits and engage in a variety of sex activities with another man. Even though there was a side of him that felt a tinge of jealousy toward Mickey, his friend, he couldn’t help but feel that in the final analysis everything had worked out to his benefit.

He was convinced that, after having experienced such passionate lovemaking with Faye, that a new era bad arrived in his life. From that point on he would enjoy a greater variety of sex from Sheila, and would be able to occasionally have sex with Faye as well.

In the days immediately following the weekend escapade, however, he was disappointed by sudden developments that occurred in his life.

Once that Sheila was removed from both Mickey and Faye, she began to sink back into her old shell, but with one basic difference. Now she was overridden with guilt, feeling that she had done something terrible by allowing herself to be talked into swapping.

By the middle of the following week, Joel came home one evening with an enormous hard-on. He had been out testing his automobile all afternoon, and after taking a shower, his prick was standing on en4 to such a nervous extent that he felt he needed immediate release.

He walked into the bedroom, where Sheila was reading a magazine. She wore nothing but a red robe over her panties and bra, and as Joel opened the door, standing there completely nude, he was already mentally undressing Sheila. He knew that all he would have to do would be to remove the sash from her robe, then attack her panties and bra, after which he would have her in the same naked state in which he was presently immersed.

“I came in here to bring a little joy into your life,” Joel smiled.

His wife immediately put down the magazine, looking up at Joel defensively.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean I want to ball with you,” he chuckled. “It’s been quite a little while, baby. Mickey got all the action last weekend.”

“Let’s completely forget about that,” she said sadly.

“Why the hell should we? I thought it was great. We had an opportunity to let ourselves go.”

“I guess you developed quite an admiration for Faye.”

“No more than your admiration for Mickey. But what’s wrong with that? I felt it would be the perfect thing to get you to remove some of your hang-ups. As a matter of fact, I’m still convinced we did the right thing. I’m sorry you’re not.”

“I feel quite the opposite. I’m convinced we were dead wrong about it all. It’s so sinister, so tragic that people would get together and do something like that.”

“What’s wrong with a little swapping? Hell, it’s good for people to change partners every now and then.”

“I don’t agree. We’re in complete disagreement,” she snapped.

“I don’t like to disagree with you, honey. Especially when I’ve got such an enormous hard-on.”

“Take it somewhere else,” she snapped. “And I don’t mean to some other woman.

Can’t you jerk off or something?” ‘What do you mean by that? I want to fuck you. After all, you are my wife.”

“I’m not in the mood. I’m sorry.” "That’s a hell of a blow to hit a guy with.”

“I haven’t recovered from that terrible ordeal. I can’t even think about sex now. It all seems so dirty to me.”

“Even having sex with your own husband?”

“Especially that,” she nodded.

“And why is that?”

“Because you were the instigator of this whole thing. I’ll bet it was you more than Mickey who dreamed this thing up.”

“I cannot tell a lie,” he replied sharply. “We both had an equal hand in it.”

“I’ll bet.”

“If you don’t want to believe me, that’s your business.” — At that point Joel looked down at his cock. He realized just how fast it was shriveling up. Whereas it had been standing tall and proud just a few moments earlier, the argument with Sheila had completely taken the edge off of him. He lost his erection.

“I guess you’ve taken care of the sex,” he raised his voice belligerently. “You argued me out of it.”

“I think it’s best for both of us.”

“How would you know?”

“Psychologically that’s what we should do. We should just go without it for a little while. That’ll give us time to think. To reflect on how stupid our actions were last weekend.”

“I had a fucking ball,” Joel replied steadfastly. “Faye was a beautiful woman, and you certainly seemed to enjoy it with Mickey.”

“For the time being, I guess I did. I guess a woman can talk herself into enjoying just about anything for a little while. But the more I thought about it, the more I recognized just what a mistake I’d made. I’m not going to become some slut who’s sleeping with every guy in town, even though you might think that it’s the thing to do. That to me isn’t jet-set life. That’s just plain insanity.