Frank Anvic - Swap island

At about that time, Bunny shifted her body. Jim was groaning louder now with the animal sounds of pleasure as Bunny copped his throbbing joint. Bunny's ass swung out over Jim's chest, straddling it in such a way that Darlene could look right at her slit. It was too much for her. She reached up with her other hand then, falling back on her own haunches, and stuck her finger, inside Bunny's bun.

"Ooooh, that was an unexpected surprise!" exclaimed Mrs. Lonsdale.

"Good?" asked Darlene.

"You betcha. Keep it up, honey."

Darlene needed no urging. She couldn't see Bunny's mouth on her husband's prick anymore, but she could see Bunny's upended ass and her own finger fucking it and that made her even hotter than before. She could see the honey seeping from Bunny's cunt, slow and milky. The flesh seemed to be independent of the rest of her body. When her fingertip touched Bunny's clit, Bunny would ram her ass backwards like freight cars coupling.

Darlene was still fingering herself with a slow deftness that brought her pleasure enough. But she was more fascinated by Bunny's reactions. She enjoyed watching a cunt at work. She became so absorbed in this work that she forgot her own masturbation and focused all of her attention on the slit hanging in midair in front of her. She tried her finger inside it from all different directions. She withdrew her finger and cupped the cunt, feeling its softness, its pliancy.

She made her hand into a fist and gently banged it against Bunny's pussylips. She stuck two fingers into Bunny's twat, then three, then four, and finally, with just a small amount of effort she parted the cunt lips and stuck all five fingers through the streaming damp slot.

"What're you doing back there, Darlene?" muttered Bunny, her mouth full of saliva and the seepings from Jim's cock.

"Just messing around," Darlene giggled. She was happy and high.

"You mean fucking around," Bunny laughed. "Well, fuck ahead, girl."

"I sure will," said Darlene. "Jim? You enjoying that blow job?"

"Ooooh," Jim moaned, afraid to answer his wife.

"You bet he is," affirmed Bunny. "And I'm going to suck him dry."

"Leave some for me," said Darlene.

"Oh," groaned Jim. "Oh. Oh."

Bunny went down on him again, swallowing his entire joint as though it were a popsicle.

Jim Baker shuddered with pleasure and gave out another moan. "Oh!"

Darlene tickled Bunny's clitoris with two fingers. She watched, fascinated, as Bunny's buttocks began jiggling with the rhythm of her stroking. Her ass seemed to bounce in the air like a faded rubber ball split in two. Darlene couldn't get over it. It was like sticking her fingers into a fleshy well surrounded by streaming moss. The cunt lips seemed to open of themselves as she finger-fucked them with increasing variety.

But this wasn't enough for Darlene.

"I'm going to make a train," she said giddily.

"What's that?" asked Bunny.

"Just never mind. Get over Jim like he was going to eat your pussy," she ordered.

Bunny shifted her body again and she had her pussy over Jim's face.

"Good," said Darlene. "Now hold it right there for a minute."

Darlene went behind Bunny's extended ass and put her arms around Bunny's leg dog-fashion. Then she scrooched herself up so that she could put her tongue into Bunny's cunt. She shot her tongue inside Bunny's cunt.

"Oooooew!" squealed Bunny, delighted.

Then she got the idea. "You've made a train," she told Darlene.

Darlene's tits hung down in Jim's face. "That's right, Bunny, I've made a fucking train. Now go ahead and suck my husband off and I'll eat your pussy."

"Oooooh," said Jim, as Bunny went down on him once again.

Darlene connected with Bunny's pussy and tongued a jolt of electricity into her clitoris. "Mmmmmmmm," said Darlene, nudging upward with her nose, her tongue stabbing deep.

"Mmmmmmmm," murmured the cocksucking Bunny nearly choking to death on Jim's knob.

"Mmmmmmmm," mmmm'd Jim thrusting upward with his joint, his eyes closed, but feeling his wife's tits dangling nearby.

And several things happened all at once to bring them all together in a mutual pact of enjoyment.

Darlene gushed like a schoolgirl feeling a cock inside her cunt for the first time as orgasm burst inside her.

Bunny came as Darlene's finger twanged particularly hard against her raw throbbing clitoris. And Jim shot his milky wad into Bunny's mouth, his sperm stalactiting off the roof of her mouth and dripping down into her open throat. The moans were all intermingled and sounded like the mewings of ravished virgin kittens.

It felt good to each of them, all coming at once like that. It made them feel like a team. A fucking team.

Olive didn't care about what had happened. She didn't care if she had ten babies all at once. All she knew was that she wanted this big man, Pete, to fuck her again with that marvelous huge cock of his. She wanted to feel his bigness swelling and throbbing inside her; feel it jam hard against her clit until she went mad and then, yes, have it all again-the hot sperm smashing against the walls of her womb. She was near fainting from the pleasure of that first fuck of his and she felt, with pleasure, the quickly cooling sperm inside her, could picture it soaking the inside of her cunt like slowly solidifying candle wax.

"Man, but that was a groove," she whispered to Pete Lonsdale.

"I'm glad you liked it, Olive," he said, catching his breath. His organ was limp as, he lay beside her, but he knew he was a good enough man to get it up again once a short period of time was past.

"It was the best thing I've ever had happen to me," she said warmly.

Pete took her in his arms, then, and kissed her. "That's saying quite a lot," he said.

"You did quite a lot," she replied. She could still feel his cock inside her. It was as though every fiber of her cunt still retained the exquisite memory of his hugeness ravishing her. It was a good feeling, like warm summers in the San Bernardino mountains when she was a young girl running barefooted through the grassy Holcomb Valley near Big Bear Lake. It was like good evenings at home when her father was in a good mood, smiling at her.

Always it got back to her father. She knew now that she had probably wanted him for a long time. Pete had made that clear with his attentions and his intense lovemaking. Made it certain in her own mind that Pete was the welcome substitute for her own father. Now that she knew it, she wanted Pete all the more. It made it possible for her to live in the best of two worlds. This, she thought to herself, was, in truth, eating your cake and having it, too.

Feeling this warm happy glow all over her body, Olive reached over and took Pete's cock in her hand. The limp flesh made her feel tender toward him. A few moments before, that same mass of muscles, sinew, and nerves had been swollen within her like a rubber jackhammer and now it was soft like warmed gun from a gum tree. She kneaded the sated flesh of his cock between her fingers, tumbling his sleeping flesh in rapid movement.

"Your hand feels good there," he said in the dark of the cabin.

"I want to get ready again," she sighed, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.

"You mean hard."

"Yes. Hard. Hard as a rock."

"There is a way," he said tentatively. "To what?"

"To get it hard in a hurry."

"How?" she asked.

"Maybe you won't want to do it."

"Maybe I will."

He reached his hand over to her thighs and found her pussy. He pushed on it gently as though to define its boundaries.

"Yes," he said, "maybe you will."

"Just tell me what you want me to do," she said.

"Suck me."

The storm hurried the winds along and spat the rain against the Sea Stud as though in punctuation to their almost whispered dialogue.