Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

She almost raped him when his prick was free of his pants. When she saw the purplish head throbbing wildly, she leaped on it. Her legs spread wide apart, she rammed her snatch down so that the cockhead rocketed all the way up into her cunt.

"Aiieeeee!" she screamed. She felt the insistent throbbing of his cock against her tender, wet cunt walls. She was already at the point of coming it wouldn't take much fucking to push her over the edge. The woman began bouncing up and down, her hips bucking to fill her pussy with inch after inch of that hard, virile cock.

"Shit! Quiet down!" he warned, "You'll have every cop in the place down on us!"

"Isn't that a shame?" she said playfully, her tongue finding the hollow of his ear. She thrust her tongue in and out in the same motion her hips used to fuck her cunt over his prick. She thrilled to the feelings. She was coming alive like she had never come before.

The idea of fucking in the women's bathroom made it all the kinkier for her. The threat of discovery made her entire body sing a new sexual song that caused her cunt to throb even more. Her cunt lips tried to clamp down on the thick root of cock slipping in and out of her well-oiled twat, but the huge fuck stick managed to escape her strong cunt muscles each time. She didn't care about that. The friction mounting inside of her made her weak in the knees.

She propped herself up against the wall of one of the stalls and pushed her legs out straight on either side of the man's body. She hung on only by his prick.

This let the cock drive deeper into her cunt than any had ever done before. She had fucked some men with longer pricks, but she had never felt a hard cock pound through to the very end of her cunt. Her pussy was entirely filled, and she loved every single inch of it.

"Fuck me good," she groaned. "Give it all to me. I need it. I'm burning up inside. You've got to fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Haaaaard!"

His hands slid down under her firm asscheeks. He gripped the meaty mounds of flesh and pulled her upward. This made his cock pull out of her cunt. There sounded a lewd, wet slurping noise as his cock slid from her cunt. An equally obscene noise echoed through the john as he lowered her body and reinserted his cock.

The slow fucking wasn't good enough for the woman. She had to have it fast and hard.

"Faster, harder! Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me as good as you can, you great big stud! I need your swollen prick fucking me. Fucking meeee!"

Her entire body trembled in response to his increased motion. He began lifting and dropping her body with more authority. It was as if he had finally gotten over his fright of fucking a woman in the restroom. He was beginning to need her cunt wrapped around his prick as much as she needed his cock shoved all the way up her pussy.

"Rip me apart with that fucking cock!" she cried. Her fingers clawed at his shirt. Her shoulders were shoved hard against the wall of the stall, causing it to bend and sag. She hardly noticed. Her entire world was centered between her legs. She tightened her thighs around the man's waist to pull her cunt down over his prick with even more force.

She wanted it rough. She wanted to feel his body grinding against her, bruising her cunt lips, making her come totally alive. She wanted to feel like a well-fucked woman when this was done.

"You son of a bitch, give it all to me! All of it!" She bounced up and down on his prick now. His body surged up to meet her every downward thrust. She was totally filled with his swollen cock. She tensed and relaxed her cunt walls to get the full impact of his cock on her velvety pussy. She sobbed out loud now, not caring if she attracted all the attention in the world. She was getting what she wanted, in the very place where it would turn her on the most – a public restroom.

Then, she came.

Her entire body was wracked with long, wrenching shudders. She cried out, tears racing down her cheeks to drip onto her blouse. The tears soaked into the fabric and made her tits stand out in even bolder relief. The nipples throbbed against the thin fabric and made her all the more aware of her orgasm.

It had never been this good with her husband. She was glad that she had swapped with her twin sister. Candy hoped that Mandy was getting as little fucking as she wanted. Candy knew that things couldn't be better for her.

The friction of the swift fucking in and out of her cunt warmed her pussy. It spread slowly throughout her belly. She heaved and hunched and twisted around on the thick spike of his prick. It penetrated all the way up into her cunt. She loved it. She had to have more.

The rattle of someone trying to get into the john startled her. She was panting from the fucking and couldn't answer. Charlie looked back over his shoulder, guilt etched on his face.

She grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face around to meet hers. "Don pay any attention. Just fuck me!"

"Goddamn, this is too much for me!"

"Fuck me, and hurry! I'm still hungry for your cock. Fuck me, stud, fuck me like you never have before! Make believe this is the first time you ever stroked that prick of yours into my hot cunt. But for God's sake, fuck me as hard as you can!"

She was out of her mind with lust now. Sounds came from her lips, but made little sense. Her overpowering desires devoured her. The thrusting prick was her only hope for total release.

"Goddamn, what's going on in there?" came a harsh voice from outside. "I gotta piss and I'm not gonna do it out here!"

"In a second!" cried Candy. Her voice was cracking under the strain of the fucking. She didn't really care about the woman. She was having the time of her life.

"Well, dammit, hurry! I don't wanna pee on my own leg!"

"Maybe we had better go," said Charlie, his face straining. Sweat poured off of his forehead and ran into his eyes.

It took only a quick look at the man for Candy to realize he was almost ready to get his rocks off. He might not even know what he was saying. "Fuck me harder and forget that bitch. She's not getting what I'm getting. She must be jealous!"

The words had the desired effect on the man. He began fucking her so hard that the partition pressing into her shoulders gave way. She fell backwards, supported only by his prick.

The man never missed a stroke. He rammed harder and deeper into her cunt, picking up the tempo until she was positive he was going to burn her to a cinder. The heated friction in her cunt made her explode like a stick of dynamite.

Just as she was coasting down the slopes from her sexual high, she felt the sweet, hot rush of his jism filling her pussy. He erupted like a volcano. She got off again as his come whitewashed her cunt.

His prick went limp with surprising speed. She tucked it back into his pants after licking off the last of his come. Then she stood and rearranged her dress so that she was halfway presentable to the outside world.

Unlatching the door, she strolled past the irate woman who was still waiting to get in. The woman's mouth dropped open when Charlie came out, right behind Candy.

"Damnation! I wonder if there's another one in there for me!" the other woman exclaimed.

Candy laughed all the way out of the disco. This was a night to remember. Never had she been so excited sexually, or so fulfilled.

"Goddamn, Mandy, I never had so much fun in all my life," Charlie said breathlessly. He leaned against the doorjamb of the house, holding his sides and laughing. "Why haven't we done this before?"

Candy looked at the man who was her temporary husband. Thoughts of that fleeting relationship raced through her mind. Why not switch for good? She didn't think Mandy would really mind being saddled with a dud like Stan. And she was certainly enjoying life with Charlie. The man had a joy of life that made her own life brighten immensely. After all the dreary evenings spent with her real husband, this was like a breath of fresh air to the green-eyed blonde.