John Friday: Swapping families

She leaned forward and steadied his long throbbing cock with her right hand. "Ooooh, your prick's sooooo long! I don't see how I can possibly swallow it all."

He could feel her rasping breath and feel the soft wavering of her lips. She'd almost gotten up enough courage to try to suck his prick.

There was nothing at all subtle about the way she moved – no maddening suction, no swirling tongue. She just opened her mouth wide and slid the whole length of his cock in as though she'd been born to swallow a foot of hot cock meat.

Her lips thumped into the pad of Mike's cock hair so fast that he stepped back, moaning in shock. She heaved a thankful sigh. It wasn't as bad as she'd feared. In fact, when she felt his throbbing prick wedged so deeply in her throat, she found it sinfully exciting.

Her searing breath enveloped Mike's cock. He gasped and jerked, whipping his prick half out of her mouth, but she clamped her lips down and went on hissing around his fucker.

"God damn!" Mike's eyes watered with tears, then he roared and slammed his prick deep into her throat again.

"Hhhuuuuuuhhh!" The force of his thrust took her breath away. She gasped and felt faint.

"You're hotter for cock than I thought," Mike said. "You want me to fuck your pretty face, don't you?"

Mary no longer knew what she wanted. She felt aching hunger and nervous fear at the same time. When Mike rammed his cock all the way in, there was no way she could breathe. He took her fearful trembling to be an eager nod.

"Well, cunt-breath… you're going to get it now!"

Mike snagged his hands in the gleaming waves of her flaxen hair and pulled her forward until her lips mashed flat against the tangle of his wiry cock hair.

Before Mary could collect her thoughts, he whipped her head back until just the bulging head of his wet cock remained inside the seal of her lips.

"I'm going to fuck your face full, you hungry little bitch!"

"GRUUUNNNGH!" Mary gasped as he hauled her forward again.

She'd taken care the first time to slant her throat just right. Now his cock sank in like a plunging spear. It careened into the side of her cheek and made it bulge, then glanced off and plunged down her throat.

"Uuuunmigh," she groaned, her mouth stuffed full of cockmeat.

Fear-driven waves of muscle heaved up and down the whole length of his cock shaft. He found those pulsations even more exciting than Salena's calculated motions of joy.

Mary tried to resist Mike as he tugged her hair, wrenching her head back and forth. But he was too strong for her. Stiffening against his violent lust only accented the pain.

She loosened her muscles then, and swayed like a palm, lithe and limber despite his furious cockthrusts. When she did that, all sense of pain vanished – even the tugging at the roots of her silky hair. She felt nothing but the heat of his cock stabbing deep into her throat.

She moaned each time he drew back, and she grunted deeply when he slammed in. He whipped and pulled faster, until all her senses blurred, until finally she felt the tingle of another approaching climax.

"Grruungh!" Mike slammed in again, loving the wild and clinging grasp of her throat. "Make me cum, baby… come on… before I break your neck!"

Mary's throat heaved a tormented gasp, and that applied a wave of suction even Mike's experienced prick couldn't resist. His cock started spraying hot fuck-cream, and Mary slurped it down. She had no choice. It was that, or drown and choke on his creamy flow of jism.

"God damn… drink my cum, baby. Gulp my jizz down, because I've got more!"

"Yuuummmmm," Mary moaned.

His jizz was thicker, sweeter and more exciting fresh than when lapped from Salena's cunt. His jism was strong and delicious. It filled her throat and bubbled from her lips.

Ben's gushing cock filled Salena's throat and mouth, too. The two girls both made wet slurping sounds. Their long hair flashed and tossed in waves and their lips thumped hard on the boy's throbbing loins.

"Aaaggghhh!" Ben moaned.

His cock went dry first, but Salena kept teasing his nuts with her hands to milk out shot after creamy shot of jizz.

Mike had no need for that final touch. The tormented squirming of Mary's slick throat was enough to drain his cock dry. He fucked in and out of her mouth even after he'd shot off his last wad.

His strength faded, and silence filled the room, thick and heavy as the scent of lust. For a full minute, none of the four had breath enough to speak. Then, suddenly, Mike burst out laughing.

"I wonder what our fun-loving parents are doing right now?"

"I don't know… but you can bet your old man will take some pictures," Ben said.

They all laughed at that. Except Mary. She looked dazed as she licked the cum off her lips.

Salena grinned, wet-lipped, and sneered. "If I ever get to fuck Mike's father, he'll be too busy to take pictures!"

"That gives me a great idea!" Mike said suddenly. A wide, leering grin spread across his handsome face. "Ben, get dressed and go warm up the van."

"Get dressed?" Ben moaned. He was looking forward to fucking the horny Salena at last.

"Why warm up the van?" Salena asked. "I'm already plenty hot!"

Even Mary seemed puzzled and disappointed that Mike had apparently lost interest in her.

"Where are we going to go?" she asked.

"To the coast," Mike said. "To see our parents in action."

"NO!" Mary cried. "God, Mike… we can't do that. Stay here and fuck me!"

"I'm going to fuck you, baby… in the back of the van on the way over."

"What?" Ben howled. "I have to drive and listen to you fucking all the way to the coast?"

"We'll switch off halfway there. Then I'll drive and you and Salena can fuck."

"Second place again," Ben grumbled. But then he almost roared with laughter. "It'll be worth it just to see the looks on our parents' faces when we walk into that fancy hotel?"

At 10P.M., the four couples began to gather on the hotel terrace overlooking the ocean. Stars twinkled brightly in the velvety sky above. Candles in glass holders on each table flickered in the cool sea breeze as though the flames were dancing to the drumming beat of distant surf.

"This is such a romantic place!" Sharla exclaimed. She took a deep breath of the bracing salt air and shivered joyously in her wrapping of soft white mink.

"Any place with, a bed would do for me," Brad Winslow said.

His hand slid down from around her waist and he gave her ass a friendly pinch.

"No, none of that," she teased. "We'll both be with someone else for the second round."

"I know…" Brad didn't seem particularly pleased, but they had all agreed to a system of rotation to ensure fairness in the way the couples paired off.

"Looks like we're the first to arrive," Sharla said, after glancing around. "Would you like a drink?"

"I'd rather dance," Brad said. "One last chance to get my big cock against that sexy cunt of yours."

In the ballroom just off the terrace, couples were dancing to the big band sound of the forties, soft mellow rhythm that put Sharla in a romantic mood.

"I wonder who I'll be fucking next," she said as she twirled into Brad's arms.

The music filtered onto the terrace through open French doors. "I hope I draw Dina Franklin," Brad said. "Two hours with two huge tits…"

His voice trailed off without enthusiasm.

"You're still thinking about my daughter Salena," Sharla guessed, gliding and pressing her lithe body against his.

"I guess I am."

"And frankly, I'd rather get to fuck your son Mike than any of the others right now."

"Speaking of the others, there they are."

Sharla turned and waved, but she and Brad went on dancing while the other three couples seated themselves at a table and ordered drinks.