Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

"So how many other men have you jumped into the sack with?" he demanded, his tongue laying her trembling flesh. "You were a virgin on our wedding night. God knows, you wouldn't come across before we were married."

Candy felt a cold shiver pass through her. She had always wondered if her twin had been a virgin on her wedding day. Now she knew the truth. But she was supposed to be Mandy. And she had just committed a major mistake.

"You… you seem like so many men, Charlie," she stammered. "It's like going to bed with the whole Goddamn Army!"

"You sure have changed. And it's been fast. What's got into you, Mandy?"

"Nothing, dammit!" she flared.

Her auger masked her fright. She didn't want to tell Charlie about how she and Mandy had swapped husbands. Candy didn't think either of the men would understand. She wasn't even sure she understood why she had agreed to it.

She had certainly come out the winner, she was sure. Her dud of a sister was stuck with her dud of a husband. And Charlie was the best she'd ever found in bed. Candy wasn't any virgin when she'd gotten married. She had had just about every male in her high school and then had gone on to see what college had to offer. Some of the college kids had been good, a hell of a lot better than the studs at her high school, but none of them matched Charlie.

He was a human sex machine programmed to drive that delicious prick of his all the way up into her gooey cunt.

"You're acting funny," he repeated. "Anything wrong?"

"Yes, my poor little titties are getting cold. Why don't you do something about that?" She thrust out her chest so that her tits dragged along the man's lips. He smiled and obliged her. She had thought he would. His sex drive was in high gear now.

She sobbed as he sucked hard at one of her fiery red nipples. The mounds of erectile flesh had been pumped full of wanton blood while he was licking around the base of her huge tits. Now that he was sucking on her nipple, she was at the point of coming again.

When his teeth began scoring the sides of her nipple, she came again. There was no way in hell she could have held back the prodigious might of her orgasm. It possessed her and turned her into a demon of lust. She had been horny before, but now she was out of her mind with the hollow, aching need in her cunt. She had to have his cock. All of it. All at once!

"Fuck me!" she cried. "To hell with my sore pussy. I need your cock in me, fucking my cunt, giving me that divine pleasure only you can give!"

"Bullshit," he laughed. "You're just out of your mind with lust. Let me show you some different strokes."

He eluded her grabbing hand as she tried to get hold of his prick and drag it into her cunt hole. He straddled her waist, his prick resting in the deep canyon between her tits. The feel of that hot rod of cockflesh pressing into her aroused tits turned her on even more. She almost threw him off as she came again.

He hung on for dear life, his fingers clutching firmly into her sides. When his hands pressed into the outsides of her boobs, she knew what he was going to do. He had licked and kissed the insides of her boobs. They were well oiled with his spit now. He crushed her tits together until he had formed an artificial cunt between her knockers.

"God, Charlie, I never felt anything like this. Oh, oh! Darling, fuck my little titties good. Give me all that sweet prick!"

"Little titties?" he laughed. "Not so little. Shit, they're huge. Couldn't do this otherwise."

He applied more pressure. He succeeded in rubbing one of her turgid nipples against the other. She felt as if he would rip the boobs from her chest, but the pleasure she got from it more than offset any pain. The idea of rubbing one nipple against the other brought her off again.

The blonde woman was beginning to hate herself. She was such a weak, fragile thing. The lightest of touches and she was soaring on the winds of ecstasy. He could play with her in any of a thousand ways and she would get off on it. In a way it was good. It didn't take much for her to achieve full satisfaction. But the emotional and physical strain on her after so many climaxes was beginning to tell on her.

"Fuck them good. Make them burn with your prick!"

"I'm going to, you sultry bitch. Just you wait and see!"

He leaned forward, his full weight pressing into her tits now. She felt every contour of his prick. The thick purpled knob on the end pulsed with virile life. She loved the way it heated her creamy white flesh. The swollen length began to move, slowly at first, then with more power.

The single-eyed head of his cock poked out from the tight passage through her titflesh. She craned her neck and tried to get the head of his pecker into her mouth. Not quite reaching it, she was content with dragging her tongue across the man's piss-slit.

"Ummm, shit!" he moaned out. "Best thing I ever felt. Hot, soft tit all around my dork and now you're trying to stuff your tongue down the end. God, this is the best tit-fucking ever!"

He pulled back, his cock moving with tantalizing slowness. When she felt only a fraction of his huge cock left between her tits, he began fucking back into the tunnel of her tits. This trip was faster and built up the friction. She arched her back and almost threw the man off her belly. He gripped her tits even harder to stay in the saddle.

He was soon fucking as fast and as hard as he could. The flesh of her delicate white tits turned a cherry pink. The friction sent lightning bolts of carnal need into her chest. And when she came, she knew it wouldn't be more than a few seconds before he got his rocks off, too.

She was right.

A white gob of jism arched from the depths of her tits and spattered against her lips. An eager tongue licked it away just as another white bullet of come hit her cheek. Her head spun as she tried to get all of that fountaining cock's come.

The sight of the cock head coming through the whiteness of her tits turned her into a raving maniac. She couldn't get enough of that prick or the come jetting from it. She managed to strain and lock her lips around the very tip of his cock.

"Shit, baby, that's sure great!" the man cried. "But I'm about done in. Is there anything I can do – until I get my hard-on back to keep you happy?"

She realized that his prick was going limp. The one-time hardness was melting. Candy could feel it between her tits, as if the heat from her body was doing the trick. She sighed and knew that there wasn't any cure for the feelings lingering in her cunt.

Then she rolled over and tossed the man off. He lay there, smiling at her, sharing the warmth of their odd fucking for a moment. His hand reached out and cupped her pussy mound. A finger wormed its way back into her seething hot pussy.

The movement inside her cunt told her that she wanted to get laid again. She had to fuck one more time tonight or she would go out of her head with unfulfilled lust. But she had just seen his prick go flaccid from fucking her, tits. It would be hours, if ever, before he got another boner.

"Eat me out," she told him. "Eat my pussy!"

"Sure!" he said eagerly. "There's nothing I like more than a nice, juicy cunt pressing into my mouth, unless it's fucking it with my cock!"

He tried to twist around and lick across her cunt lips. She evaded him, standing on the bed. The springy surface almost tossed her off, but she kept her balance long enough to straddle the man's body. With her legs spread wide on either side, of his hips, she leaned forward, the wall supporting her. Muscles straining, she felt more alive than ever. And when he reached up and began stroking along the firm muscles of her thighs and ass, she knew she was doing this just right.

When his cock-hard tongue shot all the way up her cunt, she came. There was no way in hell she could possibly get around it. Muscles taut, she was ready for anything. The feel of the rough, probing pink tongue slithering up her juice-soaked pussy was all she needed to get of f.