Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

She had been selective then. She could afford to go out with only the best of the high school crowd. When they grew tiresome, she started dating the college kids. They really knew how to fuck, and had shown her tricks she would never have thought of on her own.

And then she'd met Stan. He was a good husband in every way except one. She loved him and he loved her, but he simply had not the driving need to fuck like she did. It was driving her out of her skull rather than over the brink of orgasm night after night.

"Fuck me!" she demanded.

She tugged hard at his prick. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wantonly wide for him.

She wondered how he could possibly ignore such an invitation. Yet she knew that he would have, except for the fact she still held on firmly to his prick. She wasn't about to let that throbbing fuck stick loose until it was buried deep up into her seething hot pussy.

"Okay, I'll do it," he said tiredly.

She almost kneed him in the balls and left. She didn't want this to be a chore. It was fun! She could make it the next best thing to heaven, if he would only relax and enjoy with her. But he looked on fucking as a duty rather than as a thrill.

But she didn't kick him in the nuts. She wanted that huge prick of his sunk balls-deep into her cunt. And she got it. Her fingers guided his prick forward. She shuddered lightly as the knobby tip of his prick touched her turgid cunt lips. When the head of his prick vanished between those pussy lips and went up into her cunt hole, she cried out.

"Yes, yesssss! This is what I want!"

He dropped forward heavily, crushing her. She grabbed him wildly and pulled him down even harder. The feel of his broad, hairy chest against her nipples was almost more than she could bear. He began rocking back and forth. This jiggled her tits and mashed them flatter and flatter.

She moaned softly. She felt her breath coming in jagged gusts now. The feel of his body so near, the power of his prick nudging into her cunt, the smell of the sweat on both of their bodies – everything turned her on even more.

"Fuck haaaaaard!" she cried.

"You got it, babe," he said. His hips jerked forward, driving his prick to the hilt up her softly yielding cunt.

She screamed as she came. The mere entry of his prick was enough to get her off. She had wanted this for so long. It seemed an eternity. And now the best was yet to come. She knew what it would be like when he really got to fucking her with his long, smooth, expert strokes.

In one way, the man's lack of arousal helped her. He had no trouble at all controlling his own come. He could fuck all night long, and sometimes did, when she could convince him she needed it badly enough.

Clawing at his shoulders, she lifted her ass up off the bed and rammed her cunt down around the thick spike of his prick. She relished the feel of it pressing hotly against her inner cunt walls. She was stretching internally to take the thickness. She didn't mind the slight discomfort right now. Later, it would be superb.

"Want more?" he asked teasingly. "I can give it to you, if you want."

"I want, I want!" she moaned. "And fuck hard! Be brutal. Take me like an animal in rut!"

She needed to feel his body powerfully ramming into hers. She wanted his crotch to grind down hard on her cunt lips. It didn't matter if he bruised her pussy. She wanted it rough tonight. That would add more zest to the fucking.

"You got it, baby!" he cried.

He began fucking her with the rhythms he knew and loved. It was slow and tormenting. She felt the thick head of his prick move agonizingly slowly along her heated fuck tunnel. It pressed into the dripping walls of her cunt and built up just enough friction to keep her hot.

She knew she would be more than hot in a few minutes. She would be coming like a machine gun, and there wouldn't be any way she could stop. The effect of his prick on her pussy was strong.

Her legs lacked around his ass. She pressed the heels of her feet down into the hollows of his calves. This allowed the blonde girl to pull her cunt up to meet every single incoming stroke of the man's cock. She wanted to bury that stalk of cock meat all the way up into her cunt. If he ripped her apart all the way to the chin, so much the better!

"God, your pussy's squeezing down hard on my pecker tonight," the man grunted. "Feels like a landslide all around me. Gotta fuck more, more!"

She went berserk with desire when he rammed harder into her. The speed of his fucking picked up until her entire cunt burned with the friction. His thick cockhead swelled even more until she was certain he would rip her apart, as she had hoped earlier.

"I – aaaaaieeeee!" She cried as she came.

The woman lay in bed beside her husband, wondering if she could possibly stroke his prick back into that lovely steel-hard length she loved so much. She doubted it. She remembered the problem she had getting him erect the first time.

Candy couldn't stand it any longer. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Running the water from the faucet until it was just the right temperature, she quickly laid down in the tub, her legs propped up on the walls on either side of the running tap.

The hot water gushed over her cunt lips and clit. The caressing force of the hot water turned her on. She lay there masturbating for almost an hour. Her fingers were turning into wrinkled prunes, and she knew her cunt had to be waterlogged, but it still felt good to her. Sighing, she wondered what she could possibly do to interest Stan in fucking long enough to satisfy her.

She couldn't think of a single thing she hadn't tried. She was going to have to be content with staying perpetually horny, since Stan's sex drives didn't match up with hers.

She cried herself to sleep thinking about that, and the hollowness still gnawing at her pussy.

And Charlie wouldn't let her get to sleep. His fingers crawled under the thin nightie she wore and sought out all the places that aroused her the most. She heaved a deep sigh and knew that nothing was going to put him off tonight. Besides, the feel of his hands did sort of make her forget her tiredness. Charlie was an expert lover, but she did wish he would cool it now and then. All of the time, fuck-fuck-fuck. It seemed to be all he thought about.

"I'll show you some nice ways of keeping from thinking about how tired you are. Just lean back and let Charlie show you."

She sucked in her breath when his fingers caught the loose nubbins of her nipples. He squeezed down almost painfully hard. But she didn't mind. Not when those nipples began to fill with aroused blood from her pounding heart. She shoved her chest outward a little, hating herself for giving in to the man's ceaseless carnal demands like this. She wanted to sleep, not fuck!

"Ummm, Charlie, hurry, will you?" she pleaded.

He misinterpreted her meaning. "Sure, doll, I'm already hot and hard. Reach down and check it out for yourself."

She slid her hand under the sheets and found his prick already straining and erect. She began to fondle it, in spite of her vow to rest tonight. She realized this would only make the man's demands on her body more insistent. He wouldn't stop until he sank his cock deep into her pussy and fucked the skit out of her.

Night after night, it was the same thing. Mandy brushed her blonde hair back from her forehead and glared at her husband. Her green eyes glossed over a little in response to his hands moving restlessly all over her tits. She sobbed and snuggled down into the bed. He cupped her huge knockers and began wobbling them around in small circles. At first, he only moved the mounds of titflesh gently.

As his passion mounted, he began to brutally manhandle those scrumptious boobs. His fingers worked feverishly on the now-hard pebbles of her nipples. He moved his fingers in obvious milking motions. She sobbed louder, the desire mounting in her unwilling body.