Dan Devore - Factory Swapper

Everyone in the room looked around in amazement. Nearly ten minutes of frantic activity had taken place on the bed before them, and now the man was saying that he still had more time to give before his rod softened.

“Well, at least he wasn’t a fraud,” said Lou, moving over to Ski. “He’s been able to back up everything he told us.”

“In spades,” said Sid. “I think we ought to keep him in the group. How about you?”

“No doubt in my mind,” said Lou.

Back on the bed, Harriet had squeezed her legs tightly to gain as much friction as possible, and was thrusting her pelvis into Larry with a ferocity that none of the group had ever seen before. It was an incredible display on the parts of both participants.

“I wonder if there’s going to be anything left for me?” said Rosemary, watching the action.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, honey,” said Martha. “I know a real stud when I see one, and this cat fits the bill all the way down the line. There’s no way in the world he won’t have enough left for you when he’s done with Harriet. You can bet on it.”

It took another three minutes for Larry to reach his climax, and when it happened, it was positively devastating. You could see his own pelvis begin to rise and fall in unison with Harriet’s movements, and when they both exploded together, it was positively ferocious. Their lips ground together and their arms clutched at each other tightly as the flow of love juice passed between them. When it was over, they both lay there for several moments – completely spent. The group recognized their efforts with cheers and sincere applause. It had been a truly great experience for everyone in the room.

A good stiff jolt of booze and a quick massage by Edna had Larry ready for Rosemary. She wasn’t in any way, shape, or form the same girl who had her virginity removed by Lou several months back. Now she was a tigress in bed, a girl who enjoyed sex to the fullest and even contributed to the act by bringing in her own innovations. She began by falling on Larry’s rod and fellating it furiously. Larry had had his rod sucked before, but never with this much ferocity. Rosemary was like a woman possessed as she ran her lips over the tool and tenderly lipped the scrotum with professional ability.

“You want to give me something to nibble on while you’ve got my cock there, honey?” asked Larry.

Rosemary didn’t answer, but instead swung her lithe body around so that her muff was directly over Larry’s lips. Then she slowly settled it down on his face and kept up her fellation until the rod showed signs of wanting to explode. “We can’t have that,” she said to Larry, with mock admonition in her voice. “You’ve got to let me have some of it first.”

With that, she pulled herself away from the throbbing organ and turned herself around, sitting down on it with her back to Larry’s face. Rosemary was on her knees now and able to regulate all of the movements of the act from this point.

And regulate them, she did. The rod followed its natural curve deep into her vagina and she took advantage of this to drive it home again, again, and again while the juice collected on her cunny and spilled down her legs.

Larry was not as passive with Rosemary as he had been with Harriet. Instead of lying back like a spectator, he leaned up on his elbows and watched the movements of the girl with rapt attention. He was tired now, but still as game as a man could be. He wanted to give her all that she could hold before his final orgasm of the evening erupted.

“Oh, wow… mmmph…“ said Rosemary, as the large rod probed her cunny time and time again. “I’ve never had one in me this long – not ever. It’s good… it’s so good!” You could see from the expression on Larry’s face that he was also enjoying the sport immensely… and when the time came for him to pop, you could see that, too. His face grew tense and his teeth clenched tightly.

The veins in his neck even expanded to twice their normal size as the violent reaction began taking place down in his scrotum. And then he exploded.

Rosemary screamed and clutched at her breasts – cupping one in each hand and fingering the nipples furiously. Her face was also set n a mask of exotic pleasure and her body was like an electric toy that keeps jerking and twitching and bobbing about until the battery runs out. Rosemary’s battery didn’t run out for several minutes, and when it did, she dismounted and threw herself on Larry, kissing him as furiously as she had fellated his rod.

“I love you, lover man,” she screamed in his ear. “You’re the greatest I’ve ever had – or ever want to have in my life.”

“Wait just a minute here, kid,” said Harriet, moving in between them. “Old Harriet here has a few things to say about that. And remember, doll – he picked me first. Didn’t you, Larry?”

“Now just hold on a minute,” roared Sid, who was blazing mad. “This is the kind of shit that we’ve tried to avoid right from the start. We don’t want any fights over anyone around here. You either share everyone or get the hell out!

Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” said Harriet guiltily.

“And what about you, Rosemary?” he asked. “Are you going to forget this possessiveness?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered sheepishly.

“All right then,” he said, cooling off a bit. “Now it’s Mickey’s turn. Who do you pick, Mickey?”

“Well, let’s see now. I think I’ll try Margie, Martha, and Melinda – the three M’s.”

“All right, kid,” said Lou, “they’re all yours.”

Long, lean Margie was Mickey’s first, and he saluted her body by running his hands all over it from top to bottom – and then all the way around again. His fingers were like tiny insects, fluttering and flicking at the skin until the goosebumps broke out on her hide like so many door knobs. Then Mickey concentrated his efforts on her legs. He ran up and down them a dozen times – always flirting with her cunny, but never touching it. You could see how Margie wanted him to, because she kept shoving it up toward him, but he deftly avoided contact with it and continued to play around her legs and right up to the apex of her crotch. By the time he did place his fingers on her muff, the hair was already moist with her vaginal fluids and burning with desire. He placed his finger in her slit and she quickly moved her position to make it slip into the folds of her vulva. Then, when it was in place, she began working her body to give herself the satisfaction she needed.

While this was happening below, Mickey was working his lips over Margie’s small breasts. He also noted that what they lacked in size, they made up for in shape and firmness. They were so firm, in fact, that he couldn’t tear his lips away from them. He’d mouth one and then the other in rapid succession, keeping the nipples wet with his saliva and making her move all the faster to give herself a greater thrill with his finger.

Finally, both realized that it was time to forget the pre-intercourse play and get right down to business. Margie lay on her back and thrust a large pillow under her hips, elevating them – to a point where he would have the greatest leverage for entering her. Then she spread those magnificent shafts wide and invited him to enter. He did, and the moment that his rod was-secured, she took her legs – and wrapped them around his lower body – hooking the heels into his buttocks. That gave Margie the opportunity of pushing him forward into herself at the rate of speed she wished.

Mickey had never been driven in such a manner, and the sensation nearly drove him wild with excitement. He didn’t have the staying power of Larry, but he had lots of heart, and he kept up the drive just as long as he could under such inflammatory conditions. Finally, when he couldn’t take the sensual pounding any longer, he let out a gasp of anxiety, clutched Margie tightly to his arms, and poured one load after another into her thirsty womb. Margie, during his climax, was more animated than ever. Her legs worked around him like steel rod and pumped like pistons. When it was over they were both trembling with excitement.