Frank Anvic - Swap island

Gone was the image of the dark man mounting her.

Instead, there was only Olive with her young, breasts hanging loose as her face found a nesting place in her thighs. There was Olive with her woman's body and her experienced tongue. There were the memories of her finger and her rubbing, cunt to cunt in a smothering love. There was the heady musk of sex in her nostrils and the dripping pussy covering her own face.

And there was the incredible tingling electric sensation of her clit being tongued while orgasm after orgasm shook her body like a restless volcano.

Sex had come to Cathy all of a sudden and she seemed surprised that it was so good and so needed. She exulted in it and she wondered at it. She knew only one thing. She wanted it all the time and as much of it as she could get. With Olive as the catalyst, Cathy had discovered a deep need in herself that would take a long time to satisfy.

As the storm crashed around the adobe the two girls fought a battle of their own, one of extreme excitement that enclosed them in its fury like the black, cloudy night filled with electric danger.

In the dark, Darlene felt the huge proportions of Pete as he mounted her.

She lay there with her pussy open and pulsing like some flaring sea anemone waiting for its prey. She felt the bigness of his cock touch her cunt lips, then slide past like a battering ram testing the strength of its target.

She felt desire flood through her like molten lava as his cock slid home and filled her. The head of his swollen member twanged her clitoris and she felt herself gush with a jolting preliminary orgasm.

"Jesus," she breathed, and Pete pushed his cock up into her womb.

Darlene could hear her husband whispering to Bunny on the other side of the room as Pete's wife sucked on his cock.

The pleasure with Pete was heightened for Darlene because she knew that her own husband was having sex with Pete's wife. She didn't know why this should be so, she only knew that thoughts of her own husband with Bunny were erotic and added greatly to her pleasure with Pete.

Pete was better this time, she thought. She had more time to enjoy him, to exult in the fact that she was actually taking that big cock of his inside her. Its hot smoothness had slid into her love tunnel as easily as a hand into a gauntlet. Her wetness helped, she knew. She was soaked. But still, the bigness of him was something to marvel at. She had seen that bulge in his pants and now, to have it filling up her cunt, well, she was more than satisfied.

To prove it, she drew her legs up so that Pete could penetrate her slit more deeply. He almost laughed aloud when he felt her legs go up. He buried his cock in her and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure.

"Jesus, that feels good, Pete," she whispered to him.

He answered by shoving his cock further into her womb. This thrust tore the breath away from Darlene's throat. In her mind she could picture that swollen mushroom head of his filling the entire lower portion of her body. She pushed upward with her hips and felt his balls bang silently against her asshole. She reached out and found them with her hand. She gave them a gentle squeeze as Pete shoved his cock hard against her and held it jammed up in her as far as he could.

"Does that feel good?" she asked him.

"Yes, Darlene," he answered. Her hand kneaded his sack while her hips ground in a circular motion. Still holding himself in her, he ground his own hips in response and this brought a gasp to Darlene's lips.

"Man, you know how to fuck a girl," she breathed.

"I should," he said. "I've had enough experience."

"It shows, too."

Pete withdrew his cock almost all the way, then drove it home with the force of a pile driver and Darlene gasped with pleasure. Her hands drifted around to Pete's back and began to rake the skin gently in rhythm with his to and fro movements. His cock made a sucking sound as it slid in and out of her soaked slit and she tightened her hold on him. Her pubic hairs dripped with the fluids of their lovemaking and she could feel his balls swack against her buttocks as he drove his cock home again and again.

The first real orgasm happened when Pete was in mid-thrust. The head of his joint struck her clitoris just right and she contracted her pussy for an instant. The trigger having been pulled, orgasm shuddered through her body with spasmodic electricity. Her fingernails dug into Pete's back.

"Oh my, Pete," she moaned. "You hit the magic button. I'm coming all over the place!"

"Good," he breathed, increasing his pace.

"Jam it to me, Pete, jam it to me," she moaned. She didn't give a damn if her husband heard her or not. For all she knew Bunny was getting fucked as royally as she. She would have laughed at that if Pete's throbbing hot rod wasn't driving her nearly out of her mind. She marveled at his staying power and his size. She could feel every solid pulsing inch of his fire-hot cock jamming into her and she felt as though she wanted to swallow his entire body with her twitching cunt.

It was fire and gushing wetness.

Pete was good, she knew. Damned good. Better than any man she had ever had inside her.

And she had had a few, unknown to Jim.

The milkman, for one. The insurance collector. The paper boy once a month. One of the neighbor men. She didn't think she was a nymphomaniac, but Jim had never been able to satisfy her. She had hated to keep her extracurricular sexual activities from him all these years, but she knew that Jim was a hopeless square about such things. Jim, she often told her girl friends, was a man who thought Playboy was a dirty magazine. She could hardly believe what was happening now in the adobe, but she was glad. She was glad that she could get fucked by a man who loved sex and that her husband would know about it.

She wished Jim could see it all in living color. Maybe that would make him into the man she had thought he was when she married him. Maybe Bunny would do it. But another thought crossed her mind. What if Jim did become a stud? Would that make her satisfied? She told herself that she honestly didn't know. It would be hard to pass up good opportunities like this one with Pete even if her husband were an accomplished lover. The thoughts passed by very quickly and she concentrated on Pete's cannon inside her priming itself for a big explosion.

She wondered, though, why sex with the big man was so much more satisfying now that it was more or less out in the open. Knowing that Jim knew made this act the best of all. She almost gloated as Pete's cock slid in and out of her lubricated hole. Listening to the slap of his flesh against hers and the sucking sound his cock made, she hoped that Jim heard every decibel and that he understood what it meant. She didn't mean to be cruel, she told herself, but Jim had been such a wishy-washy sonofabitch in their marriage. Now, maybe he would learn all at once what she hadn't been able to tell him: that she was a passionate woman who needed an aggressive man mounting her in the love bed.

And gad, but Pete was something!

That big cock of his was driving her crazy again, pounding away all her thoughts. His size filled her as she had never been filled before. She could feel every swollen inch of him touching all the folds of flesh in her cavern of sex! Despite herself she let out the groans that he drove from her with the force of his pummeling cock.

"Oh, Pete, that's so damned good, baby! So damned good!"

She pulled her legs back and up so that his cock sank even deeper inside her. Now his flesh was pounding against her pussy lips with a force that flattened them out. She didn't care. He was putting the boots to her and her clit was throbbing like a struck tuning fork. She could almost picture that huge flaring pile driver head of his pushing through her soft flesh clear to the womb. She could feel her womb opening and taking the head of his cock in like a torpedo going into the firing chamber. She was dizzy from the unexpected pleasure of his onslaught. This, too, surprised her.