Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

Mandy got madder and madder. She sat down heavily on the arm of the chair. The woman barely noticed Stan's hand moving up under her skirt, sliding along her cool, soft thigh, heading up toward her pussy mound. She shuddered slightly, as much from his finger working under the leg band of her panties as from the sight of Charlie hiking up her skirt and dangling one slender leg over the back of the sofa.

He got his prick out of his pants and dropped down on the wanton, willing woman in plain sight of his wife. Mandy got even madder. This was impossible! She was being forced to watch her husband fuck her sister. She turned her attention from the sight of that huge prick driving in between the juice-soaked pussy lips to Stan.

The man was grinning broadly. "Getting any ideas?" he asked.

"Hell, yes. Let's fuck." Mandy declared. She wanted to show those two that this game could he played by any number. She wiggled around and felt Stan's finger worm even deeper into her pussy. Shivering in reaction, she sank down to the carpeted floor, her legs drifting apart in obscene invitation to him.

"Not that way," he said. "I want to fuck you like a bitch in heat. On your hands and knees."

She hurriedly rolled over. The idea of him fucking her like an animal appealed to her. The sight of the pair on the sofa fucking like rabbits had its effect on her. She would show them!

Mandy told Stan, "Go on and do what you will. We'll show them!"

She didn't care about her own feelings. She was mad. She wanted revenge on Charlie and her cheating twin sister. Nothing less than making Candy jealous of her and Stan would do now, though how the other blonde would ever notice was something Mandy didn't want to think about. Candy and Charlie were too busily fucking for either of them to notice anything less than an atomic bomb going off.

She waggled her ass in the direction of Stan's hard-on. She felt a strange surge of horniness come over her. Wanton, she wanted nothing more than to get this over with. She wanted to feel dirty. She wanted Stan fucking her like an animal.

"God, what a lovely white ass. I can really get into fucking it."

"Oh, shut up and hurry!" she urged. The woman found herself beginning to respond. She thought it was dumb getting wet in the snatch over this, but she was. The idea of fucking in the same room as other people would normally have turned her off entirely.

Not now. Not when she wanted to show them.

The woman shivered a little as the man's hands dragged her panties down farther. He was working them down her tender thighs, his fingers pressing and squeezing her flesh as he went. She felt the pulses of stark desire lance into her cunt. She hadn't expected this. It was an added bonus. The thick oils from her cunt dribbled down the insides of her leg.

She hoped that Stan wouldn't see that. It was so obscene. But the man's fingers found her fuck juices instantly. He smeared them all over the insides of her thighs before moving his fingers up to her gash.

"Ummm, oh, please!" she cried out. "That feels so nice. But not here. Let's go into the bedroom. We… we can fuck there!"

"Fuck?" he asked. "That's the first time you've ever used that word. Tell me exactly what you want."

His hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed down hard. She involuntarily rammed her ass back into the circle of his hands. The woman needed more than his fingers dipping down into the hot canyon between her asscheeks.

She wanted cock and she told him so.

"Can't hear you," he said. "Say it louder. Shout it, if you have to, but let me know definitely what you want. Now!"

"I want to fuck you with your p-p-prick!" she stammered. "Please don't do this to me. Just f-ffuck meeeee!"

"Good girl," he said. His finger found the tight ring of her anus and slipped all the way up her shit chute. The woman's body stiffened all over as he began wiggling his finger, in her asshole.

She didn't know what she felt. The very idea of a man stuffing his finger up that dirty place should have made her get up and leave. It was such a perverted thing to do. But she wasn't turned off by it. It made her even hornier. Gone was all idea of showing her sister and cheating husband a thing or two. All Mandy knew or wanted now was cock.

Lots of cock stuffed up her ass.

"Butt fuck me!"

"All right?" Stan called. "That's more like it. Let me grease the old pole first. A few quickie fucks up the cunt should get me oiled for the cornholing."

The words burned in Mandy's ears. She blushed furiously when the man spoke all those dirty words. But she wasn't going to leave, not now. Her body commanded her to stay.

She almost fainted when he rammed forward. His prick didn't even come close to penetrating her body. The cock slid along the groove formed by her cunt lips. Her pussy leaked out its juices and these trickled down onto the man's fuck stick as he shoved it back and forth in the liquid slot.

"No, no!" she moaned. "Not there!" She wanted it all the way up her cunt. She had to get off on the feeling of having that huge pecker fucking her pussy. She needed it or she would go mad!

"I'll do it my way, bitch, and you'll like it!"

"Yes, yes, yes, anything you say, but fuck me!" This time there was no stammer in her voice. She knew what she wanted and she wasn't getting it. She demanded more, lots more – and all of it prick.

He laughed and stroked back and forth a few more times making sure his cock was nice and greased from her slippery inner fluids. Only when he felt her cunt lips begin to turn rigid with the excited blood hammering into them did he pull back. The motion was sheer torture for the woman.

"Fuck meeee!" Her voice was whining now. Gone was all pretense of not wanting to screw. She had been pushed to the breaking point and she wanted more. Now he was taking away even the hint of paradise he had offered her.

Reaching back between her legs, she grabbed his balls. The man yelped but didn't move. He knew better. She tugged and pulled at his balls to get him to fuck bet like a dog. The woman was sobbing and crying openly from her rampaging desires. She was tensed up inside and needed the divine release offered by a good fucking.

"Careful there, baby," he said. "Squeeze too hard and all that jizz is going to come rushing out."

The words penetrated her sex-numbed mind if she continued to grab his balls, he would come. His cock would go limp. She wouldn't get that steely erection rammed up her ass. He wouldn't be able to fuck her.

She released him. She wasn't disappointed. His hands rested on the smooth curves of her ass, stroking and cupping them. When he began to pull apart the meaty moons, she cried out. Her entire world spun crazily around her. She fell forward, her head supported on her crossed forearms. This shoved her ass even farther up into the air. Unconsciously, she was opening up even more to the man and his prick.

"Shit, this is going to be sensational. The best buggering I've done in ages. Shit!"

She felt the blunted head of his prick press into the ring of her asshole. The man, even though his prick was oiled with her cunt juices, didn't slam all the way up her rectum. I-I realized she was tense and nervous, about this.

"Fuck my butt. Give it all to meeee!" she whined. "I'll do anything for it. Oh, shit, what's happening to me? Why am I doing this terrible thing?"

"Not so terrible. Just relax and enjoy. Relax, relax and enjoy!"

The head of his prick slipped past the muscle guarding her tightest passage. For a moment, he paused, relishing the heat pouring out of her guts. Then he slid into her slowly, gently, not wanting to hurry. She was almost impossibly tight around his cock. He sheathed himself in her heated flesh and then simply moaned out his joy.

"So hot, so tight. I can't fucking believe this! If I'd known your asshole was this much like a blast furnace the other night, I would've fucked you till next Sunday!"