Jason Cannon: Swap mates

Her clawing drove him into a wild frenzy and his cock pounded even harder and harder into her throbbing pussy. With every thrust of his giant tool, she bucked her body up to him more frantically than before. Her body was one entire shaking, quivering, throbbing mass of motion as they both reached their wild, frantic climax together.

Screams, grunts, yells of passion and pleasure filled the room as burning cum shot forth from their two throbbing sex organs.

"That's it!" Margie screamed. "I'm coming! Oh God, I've never come on my finger like this! Ohhhhhh, Margie… keep pumping… don't stop… don't stop!"

Her ass bounced off the sofa as her cunt seemed to take on a mind of its own. She wound her belly up at him in a wild response to the swelling of the steaming cock in her cunt.

She came with screaming moans and thrashing hips. She tensed her thighs until be though his cock was gripped in a hot, wet vise. Then he tensed, jerked with his hips, and shuddered as his balls erupted. His stiff, rock-hard shaft started shooting its cum into her squirming pussy, causing in her a second come nearly as good as the first.

"Oh, honey, I've never been fucked like that," he groaned, as he at last rolled any from her body.

"You're not through, are you?" Margie said. "Honey… don't you ever give up?"

"Not now… not when I know what it's all about," she grinned, and popped his cock into her mouth.

Margie didn't know what had happened. She didn't give him a moment's peace. Every moment they were together she wanted his cock. And when he couldn't perform, she became angry and petulant. But be found himself falling in love with her – or, at least, with her pussy.

It went on through the end of the summer. Margie moved out of her, mother's house and into her own apartment. That way she could have Allen over every night. She knew that she was different, even a little strange, when she discussed her sex life with her old girl friends and with Allen in between fuck sessions.

But she didn't care. She had discovered a whole new life, and she was going to enjoy it to the hilt.

She somehow knew that by fucking Allen she had fallen out of love with him. But he was a great lover, so she tolerated him until something better would come along.

It came along in the form of Allen's father, at one of his business parties. They had been eyeing each other all evening, but the thought of actually doing anything about it never entered Margie's head. Not until she had had several drinks and Allen kept refusing to go up to his bedroom with her.

At last, angry and frustrated, she went looking for her coat, with the intention of going out to a bar. If Allen didn't want to screw her, she reasoned, there was somebody in town who did.

"My, you look like you could eat the drapes."

"Oh… hello, Mr. Fine."

"Call me Paul. What seems to be the matter?"

He was mature, handsome, and she was far too drunk to realize the implications. "It's your son."

"Oh? What's the problem with Allen?"

"He's suddenly gotten very boring."

"Oh," the older man replied, a knowledgeable twinkle in his eye. "How so?"

Their eyes met and held. Margie saw something in his look that suddenly mirrored her feelings. She decided, impishly, to go for broke. "I wanted him to come upstairs and fuck… but he's too tired."

Other than a slight rise in one eyebrow, there was very little reaction. "My son has always been a little slow. You're a very beautiful and appealing young lady. May I offer myself as a substitute?"

Margie was already leading the way up the stairs.

"Are you a good lover?" she said bluntly, turning to him as they entered the bedroom.

"My dear… I've never had a complaint in my life."

He took her in his arms and kissed her, running his hand across her back and buttocks. He liked the way they curved so smoothly and tightly against the material of her dress. He kissed her as his hand explored, then slapped her lightly on the curving buttocks.

"With a lovely body like yours, I'm sure you haven't either… had any complaints, that is," he said, his eyes smiling down at hers.

"I don't know. The only man I've ever had has been your son."

"It'll do you good, then, to go from the boy… to the man." He looked down at her, lust burning in his eyes.

She was dressed in a tightly clinging pink jersey gown that was cut low to reveal the tantalizing cleft of her thrusting breasts. The dress was so tight it was like a second skin, accentuating every incredible curve of her sleek body. At the sight of her, Paul's cock began pounding like a drum.

"My son is a fool," he said.

"Why?"

"If you were mine, I would fuck you every hour of the day."

She smiled. "Maybe that could be arranged."

"Would you like to share another drink first?"

"Why not?"

Paul crossed the room to a tiny portable bar and poured some scotch into two ice-filled glasses. He handed her one and raised his glass. "To sex," he said.

"Cheers," she said airily. "Here's to us."

They clinked glasses and both took a long drink. She sat next to him on the huge bed, her body lightly touching his. He felt another strong rush of desire surge through him. He took another swallow of his drink and tried to rein. There was a heavy silence in the room as each waited for the first move. Margie leaned against him, sighing deeply, feeling mellow and loose after a couple of swallows of her drink.

"This is nice," she said lazily, "soooo nice… I'm so glad you came along." She reached out her hand and let it drop directly on his aching prick. Paul jumped slightly as if a jolt of electricity had flashed through his body. Margie began to knead and caress the large, throbbing mound and leaned in even closer. He shoved his hips forward so that her hands could have full access to his eager cock. Their bodies were rubbing sensuously next to each other on the bed.

Then their eyes met, and passion seethed between them. He put his drink down on the table next to the bed and grabbed her with his muscular arms. He kissed her deeply, shoving his fiery tongue deep into her mouth. Hungrily she opened her mouth as wide as possible to admit his straining tongue. He explored every crevice of the interior of her mouth, behind her teeth, up into the dark, fleshy cavern, as Margie continued to stroke and caress his desire-hardened cock through his pants.

"Mmmmmmm," he moaned as she kneaded the softly pulsing mound of his testicles. His hand quickly moved to the back of her gown, pulling down the zipper, revealing the smooth, naked flesh of her back. His hand quickly caressed the tingling skin, then moved around to her gently heaving breasts, squeezing hard, reveling in their suppleness.

"You're so big," Margie murmured. "Bigger than Allen."

"You're big, too," Paul moaned, feeling the weight of one of her lush tits in his cupping hand. "Big and firm…"

She felt a sharp sensation in her earlobe as he nibbled the tender flesh, biting lightly and then a little harder. The stinging pain was undeniably exciting, and her body tingled, flushed with renewed lust.

"Like that?" he whispered.

In response she kissed his neck so hard with her tightened lips that she made a little red welt on his skin.

"Ohhhh, baby!" he groaned, feeling a shudder go through his whole body, his cock stiffening painfully, yearning for release. He was caught in a turbulent surge of passion and he quickly flung aside all reason and restraint as he quickly pulled the dress the jest of the way off her body and tossed it to the floor.

His heart pounded wildly when he saw her upper torso completely naked, gleaming with tawny, golden shadows in the light. Her eyes were flashing and her hair, tousled and wild, made her look like a savage gypsy creature; her face was a mask of desire.