Dan Devore - Factory Swapper

“Very good performance, young fellow,” said Sid, offering him a stiff drink.

“That’s going to be hard to top.”

“Well,” Mickey replied, “the reason it worked out so well is because I had such a great partner. But then I’m sure the other girls will give me a lot of opportunity to do-good, too.”

“A born diplomat,” said Lou. “You should have gone into an embassy for a living.”

Mickey’s second choice was Martha and she seemed as anxious to be with him as he was with her. They met in the center of the bed and began kissing furiously.

“You going to fuck me good, baby?” she asked, removing her lips from his for just a moment.

“Urn-hum, real good.”

“How you going to do it to me?”

“I don’t know. But I’ll bet you dig it doggie style.”

“How’d you know that?”

“I could tell from the shape of that ass of yours. It takes a good, long cock to get under it and in you, so I’ll bet you don’t get it too often back there.”

“That’s right, I don’t. But you’re gonna do it for me, aren’t you?”

“Bet your ass I am. Now tell me, do you think you can hold my body weight if you’re on your hands and knees?”

“You mean, you want to hang on to me while you’re doing it?”

“That’s the general idea.”

“Well, baby, I can sure as hell try.”

Martha got on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor, because the mattress wouldn’t have given her the support she needed for the operation they were about to perform. Then Mickey slipped around behind her and began rubbing his hands all over her body. Martha – squirmed as the hands played around her back, her rib cage, and down the backs of her thighs. When he began slipping his fingers into her crotch and up – the slot in her buttocks, everyone gasped because the sensation seemed to affect Martha so strongly. Her eyes were shut tight and her teeth were clenched as the playful fingers did their work.

Strange noises escaped from her throat as the lower portion of her body received its assault of love5 and the more frantic his fingers worked, the more frantic was her response.

When Mickey took his fingers away from Martha’s crotch and found them to be wet with the juices of her love, he knew that she was ready for entry. “All right, honey, here we go. I’m going to climb onto your back and put it to you. You ready for me?”

“Baby, I was ready for you half an hour ago.”

Mickey got up behind Martha’s buttocks and in classic doggie style, placed his rod up against the lips of her vulva and began shoving. The head slipped in, and the moment it did, he gave one tremendous thrust and anchored it firmly inside of her. Then he inched his way on to her back, wrapped his legs around her middle, and rested his head on the back of her neck. Martha was supporting his body now and the strain of having all that weight on her back and all of that meat inside of her cunny began to tell on her immediately. Her eyes were twice as wide as normal and her nostrils flared. Her mouth was partially open and from it came the sound of heavy breathing.

“How you doing, sweet?” asked Mickey.

“It’s a load, but I can handle it,” she replied.

“Well, we haven’t even begun yet,” he said. “The real fun is just coming up, because I’m going to start fucking you like right now!”

Suiting his action to words, Mickey began moving his hips in the motion of intercourse. He didn’t have the freedom to make particularly large strokes, but the position he had taken was so stimulating to her clitoris that even the slightest movement brought them both a maximum of delight. In and out, in and out, the large rod moved, and with each stroke Martha gasped louder and struggled harder to carry the load. Her forehead was pouring perspiration, and her body was glistening with it as well. Mickey was covered with his own perspiration, too. The passion he was experiencing from beneath him was of such a red-hot nature that it overwhelmed him completely.

Finally, the sweat of the two participants blended and wiped – out any trace of friction between their bodies. They slipped and slid across each other’s skin so swiftly it seemed that only the rod anchored in Martha kept them from coming apart.

And then Mickey’s climax arrived. He went into a drive that was so powerful it nearly knocked him off his perch. He came, then fired another salvo, and – then two more in rapid spurts. Martha took all of them without missing a stroke of her own hips, released one final burst of her own juice, and then collapsed on the floor with Mickey still riding on top of her. Mickey rolled off of Martha’s soaked body and lay on his back for – several minutes – totally exhausted. Edna took some towels from the bathroom, soaked them in cool water, and sponged off the couple, reviving them almost immediately. It had been one of the most dynamic performances ever seen in the apartment.

Melinda was sure that Mickey would never be able to service her after undergoing such an ordeal, but he assured her that after another good belt of booze he could handle it. They waited half an hour for him to regain his strength, and when he did, he took Melinda to the large easy chair in the living room, and sat down on it.

“What do you want me to do now?” she asked.

“I’m going to sit right here in the chair,” he said. “You climb onto my lap, let the arms of the chair spread your legs, and then settle right down on my cock. I’ll put my hands under your fanny and raise and lower you. How does that sound to you, baby?”

“Wow, it sounds like I’m going to get split open at the seams. I’ve never tried anything like that before.”

“But – first,” said Mickey, “you’re going to have to give me a little head to get the old boy up where he belongs. He’s had a pretty rough night of it as you know.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything,” she said, kneeling before him and placing her lips over the head of his rod. Her mouth swallowed the pole in an instant and immediately the quiet room was filled with the unmistakable sucking noises of fellatio. Melinda sucked on the rod for several minutes, and when she drew her mouth away, the room gave a murmur of approval because the rod was once again full-sized and ready for action.

Melinda sprang up on to the chair, spread her legs over the chair’s arms, and guided her cunny up to the head of Mickey’s rod. The tool slipped into place and she gently lowered herself on to it. Everyone rushed to the back of the chair to catch Melinda’s expression as the tool entered her, because the angle of her leg span gave that large tool perfect entry and the opportunity to sink itself all the way to the hilt. The trip to the back of the chair was most rewarding to the group, because they had the opportunity of seeing Melinda’s eyes open wider and yet wider as the rod probed her vagina. It seemed as if it would never end, and with every inch her face contorted to a more grotesque mask of pleasurable pain. Then, when the rod was in as far as it would go, Melinda threw herself forward and planted her lips onto Mickey’s.

“Oh, you beautiful man,” she said, pulling her lips away for a moment. “You wonderful, beautiful man. I’ve never had anything like this before in my life, and even though it’s splitting me open and tearing me out, I’ve never enjoyed anything more. Now come on and do whatever you want to me. Fuck me to death.”

Mickey’s hands reached down and took Melinda under the buttocks. He toyed with the feel of her weight for a moment and then slowly bounced her upward on his rod. She let out a small gasp of pleasure as the rod began its exit from her body, and then a gasp of shock as he released her and let the weight of her body send her down on the pole once again. Then he began the slow, steady process of lifting and lowering her on the pole while she entwined her arms around his neck, placed her lips upon his, and poured her love juices into his lap.