Ward Fulton - The Forbidden Family Game

"Stan just stood in the doorway of my room-we had connecting rooms-gawking at me, like he'd just discovered I was a girl. With equipment. In all the right places and in pretty fair shape. I know I twisted around when I saw him in the mirror. And gave him a nice side view of rounded tits and a flat stomach. With my finger just playing with my cunt. I didn't pull it out fast, either, because I had just reached a real interesting point, where things were really beginning to stir inside.

"I saw his dong jump to a real hard on in his jockey shorts, so I knew he realized I was female and maybe just as good as the blonde babe. And I was right there. In the same room. Where there was a bed. And teasing myself, so he knew I was interested.

"He didn't say anything, just gulped, and then started walking toward me. I wasn't really scared. I guess I didn't have enough sense to be scared. Just curious. About how things would go. I just stood there, turned now to face him, waiting, not really doing anything, except maybe a little shiver every now and then that shook my tits. With some ripples in my stomach that maybe showed.

"I don't think I even saw Stan's face, just that lump where his dong pushed out his jockey shorts, twitching some. Oh, I knew what was in there, all right. I'd seen plenty of peckers in my nude bathing, even Stan's-but not a hard on. I was just picturing how it would look without his shorts. Stan had some curly hairs around the base and a sort of skinny shaft with a bulb that was sort of blue-purr pie. That much I knew.

"I didn't know how big it could get. But I found out quick enough.

"Stan walked right up to me, until his chest was almost against my tits. He moved his chest a little from side to side, so it teased my tits, setting up some new tingles and sort of sending advance notice on what else was to happen, like down around my cunt, where the heat was really starting up. And it wasn't just heat, like hot, you know. It was sort of-anticipating.

"Feeling his dong rubbing at me, even through his shorts, made me excited and at the same time made me weak, so I wasn't doing anything, just standing there, maybe sagging a little against him, waiting to see what was going to happen. And breathing real light and easy, just enough to move my tits a little and move my stomach against Stan's.

"I was in a sort of suspended animation-all there and feeling all sorts of curious waves and tingles-but not doing anything. I felt Stan put his arms around me, felt his hands slide down my back, slow, and then felt him make a sudden grab at my ass, pulling me tight against him, with him grinding his pelvis at me.

"It was as if it was all going on in a dream. In sort of slow motion. You might even say, slow emotion, because everything was very gradual, mixed up with a sort of amazement, a kind of wonder that this was happening to me. Feeling the tension build up inside was only part of it, I think. But mostly it was the astonishment.

"Oh, I wasn't making any fuss about it. Whatever was going to happen, I wanted to happen. I let it happen. I think I could have stopped Stan any time up to when he actually put me on the bed. After that, I don't know. He went a little berserk then.

"He picked me up, mostly by grabbing my behind and lifting and walking with me to the bed, his dong rubbing right up against my cunt all the time, making things curiously light and tight in me. For myself, I was-well, you might say, standing just outside myself, watching it all happen, yet feeling it, too. Feeling all the tensions and tingles and excitement while I looked on and saw my tits and nipples swell and my little cunt begin to open up and make juices.

"I saw Stan rip off his jockey shorts. I could see his prick then, not so little and dangling anymore, but standing straight up, big and stiff, with his bulb wet and a very sparkling drop of wet on the end. I could focus on that, seeing it bright and shiny-and know it was going into me. Way in.

"I just lay there on the bed, with my legs falling open and showing my cunt, wet and open, too. After that, things got a little confused. Stan was like an animal.

"He clawed at my tits, jammed his mouth down on one and sucked and nibbled at it-not too gently either-until I thought I'd scream, not from excitement but just from pain. I know I tried to push him off them, but that only made things seem worse.

"He rolled over on top of me, muttering and sort of growling. He aimed his prick right at my cunt, pushed until his bulb was right up against it, wiggled a bit, to get things going, and then just rammed his prick in me.

"I know I yelled then, because it hurt so, and beat at his shoulders. I tried to pull my cunt away but I couldn't. He was really reaming it into me, humping up and dropping down on my mound, each time his dong going a little deeper in me.

"Suddenly, in spite of the pain, I liked it. There was warmth all up my stomach and new excitement in my cunt and pelvis that was bigger than the hurt, so new and startling I couldn't really take it in. But I was humping right back at him. It was ragged at first. We bumped more often than we really built a rhythm but finally we got together on it, with me wiggling my little butt some to get some things off, swelling my insides until it seemed I would burst. My nipples were so hard I know Stan could feel them-if he was feeling anything except his own excitement.

"He kept muttering and growling the whole time, as if that helped, and just kept up that rhythmic humping, driving his pecker and bulb up inside me. I could feel his whole shaft sliding against the lips of my cunt and his bulb pumping back and forth up in me. And giving me thrills I never expected to happen, tightness that would have to give way but felt awful good just getting tighter and tighter.

"Suddenly Stan let out a yell and drew way back, almost pulling his dong out of me, and held it there, just barely moving. I humped up my pelvis, trying to get his dong deeper in me, when suddenly he just dropped down on me, ramming his prick so far up I squealed-and then I could feel a big pulse all along his shaft and a thud I could almost hear when his come exploded out of his bulb.

"It flooded my insides with hot goo in one great glob, and triggered things in me, so I exploded, too, gushing more goo. I don't know why I wasn't flooded out. Maybe it just felt like a lot more than it really was up there. But it was certainly a wonderful release, as if my clock had been wound too tight and was suddenly ticking smoothly again, in a pumping rhythm that was far better than any ticking.

"It was wonderful. In spite of the pain and the bumping, I felt marvelous. Released and deflated but delightfully relaxed. Even the weight of Stan collapsed on my stomach and tits felt good.

"I could feel his dong going down, like a slow leak in a tire, with little jerks and twitches that kept triggering new quivers inside me. Each new easing of tension seemed better than the last until Stan's prick slid completely out of me, unplugging all those juices in my cunt. I wet the bed, I know, but who cares? The maid would make it up fresh.

"Stan rolled off me and lay down beside me, breathing heavily and still sort of muttering to himself. I was happy to have his weight off me, even if it had felt good for a few minutes. I know there were still some little explosions going off in me, like squibs after a big bang, so I just lay there and let them happen, squeezing my legs tight against my cunt to make the feeling a little bigger. I reached up and played with my tits, squeezing a little on my nipples, though they were sort of tender. That helped to prolong the little explosions. Or I think it did.

"I liked it, and I liked knowing what this 'swingers' stuff was all about. Not that I really thought about it right then-I mean, not full out-but I remember thinking I understood why my parents were swingers. If this was swinging, then I wanted more of it. Lots more.