John Friday: Swapping families

"Yes… it's a nice place."

Paul followed her. He saw that the knuckles of her delicate hands had whitened from clutching the balcony rail so tightly. When they were dancing on the terrace below, she had played at being the bold and seductive young cunt – mostly to shock her mother, Paul guessed.

Now, alone with him, she wasn't able to maintain her brazen mask. She looked nervous and uncertain, anguished by her misgivings. Gazing down, she could see the small, shadowed figures clustered on the terrace far below.

"My mother must be crapping in her pants," Mary said, smiling slightly.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" Paul asked. He stood beside her at the rail, fighting a powerful urge to sweep her into his arms and grind her heaving pussy mound hard on his stiffened cock.

"I-I guess so." Mary's voice seemed distant and unsure, as though it were lost somewhere deep in the twisted caverns of her mind. "She's been such a hypocrite, pretending to be so prim and proper and being so strict with me while she's been over here acting like a fucking whore."

"Your mother's a grown woman, old enough to make up her own mind," Paul said in a soft, consoling voice. "She didn't think you were…"

"Well, I am… and I HAVE. I'm as much a woman as she is. Maybe MORE."

"I don't doubt that for a minute," Paul said anxiously.

He circled an arm around Mary's slender waist and drew her toward him. With his free hand, he cupped her chin, lifting and turning her pretty face from the terrace below.

Her soft lips quivered as his drew near. "I-I want to be a woman," she said anxiously. "But there's still a lot I need to learn."

"I know that too."

He worked his fingers into the firm hollow of her back. His other hand slipped around to stroke her soft golden hair and cradle her head.

"Oooooh," Mary sighed as his lips brushed lightly across hers. "Ooooh, Paul!"

Her arms twined around his neck, and her lips tensed, begging for a real kiss. Her eyes closed and she felt shivering pulses of excitement run up her spine.

Ben had been somewhat timid with her. Mike had been too eager and demanding. Paul, being older and more skillful, seemed to know how to combine the best of bath and excite her in ways she hadn't even imagined.

His lips pressed hers, seeking but not demanding a response. Mary parted her lips, and her tongue eased out. "Hhhhmmmm," she purred.

Their tongues swirled together, hers caught and held by the suction of his indrawn breath.

Pressure from his hand spread across the small of her back, bringing the dome of her pussy mound against the hardness of his enormously thick cock.

"You like that, don't you?" Paul asked with a muted growl.

"Yes… oh, yes! Your cock feels so thick and hard. I can hardly wait to feel it in my cunt." Mary shivered and thrust her lips toward his, driving and twisting with her tongue.

Paul felt no need to hold her now. Her whale body had molded itself against his, swaying and grinding with the gentle rhythm of the breaking surf. He slid his hands around and cupped her tits, firm and sharply tapered under the clinging goldflecked cloth of the borrowed gown.

"My tits aren't as big as your wife's," Mary said. She whimpered softly when he worked her tender little tit-mounds with his fingers.

"They're fine," Paul said. "Nothing feels better than a sweet, eager young tit."

"Really?"

Mary thought she must look like a beanpole compared to Dina Franklin with her enormous tits. And innocent or not, she had noticed how the men all drooled when Dina wore a tight-fitting, low-cut top.

"Really," Paul said. He slid one hand back and began to ease down the zipper of her dress. "Her big tits have been sucked so often and so hard, it doesn't do much to her any more. I know it's not that way with you."

"No. Ooooh, no!"

Mary trembled as Paul undid her bra strap, freeing her taut, tender domes of tit-flesh topped by dark nipples already tingling with excitement.

"I'd love to have you feel and suck my naked tits!" she gasped.

"Having your tits sucked makes your little pussy squirm, doesn't it?"

Paul wasn't really asking, he was prompting her, reinforcing her natural instincts.

"Yes," Mary said with an anxious gasp.

Her trembling shook the loosened gown free. The filmy, gold-flecked cloth fell and bunched around the flare of her hips. Another eager twitch shook off her bra, and she stood before him, halfnaked and half-smiling.

"Just having your nipples touched makes the honey drip from your sweet cunt." Paul's deep voice and calm self-assurance were almost hypnotic in effect.

"Yes! Huuunnng!"

Mary gave a deep grunt and clamped her eyes shut as Paul began to circle her rigid nipples with his thumbs.

"Ooooh, that makes my pussy so hot and wet!"

"I'll bet you can feel the warm cunt oil running down your legs!"

"Hhhhmmmm, yeah! Oooah, Paul, suck my tits now. Lick my nipples and swallow my little tits!"

He grinned unseen before her tightly closed eyes. Sucking her proud, jutting tits was exactly what he planned to do next. He grinned because he knew it would be better now that she'd asked. And it would be better still if he made her beg.

Paul bent down and kissed one taut ripe nipple then the other, letting his lips glide smoothly back and forth, flicking very lightly with his tongue.

"Hhhhoooo," she gasped. "More! Really suck them, Paul! Eat my tits and make my nipples burn!"

Paul hooked his tongue beneath one of Mary's bulging nipples and raised it toward his waiting lips. "Like this?"

"Hhhhaaaghhh! Hhhhmmmm, yes!" she cried, tossing her shoulders back to jam his sucking lips full of tit.

He lashed her nubby, blood-engorged nipple and then spiraled his tongue down the creamy slope of her tit, pulling and sucking to draw in every ounce of her little tit-mound.

"That's something I can't do with Dina," he said as he shifted to the other side. "Never could swallow all of her big tits."

"B-b-but I love the way you eat mine!" Mary sighed. The wet pull of his lips tingled every nerve. "I just wish you could suck both tits at once!"

Paul grinned again. He'd planned that too. He liked to nibble two tits at once.

"Hunch your shoulders forward," he said, and he pressed his hands on the outside slopes to thrust her delicate tits together.

"Like this? Hhhhmninim, yes. That must be it!" Mary shivered when she felt her two nipples touch. Paul sucked both into his mouth and churned them with the wet rasp of his tongue.

"I just love the way you suck tit!" Mary cried, writhing and twisting as the thrilling sensations fogged her mind.

"I'll bet there's something you like to have sucked even more," he said with slow certainty.

"You mean my pussy?" Mary gulped. "No, I mean your sexy little shithole. You're so sweet and pretty, I want to kiss your ass."

"Oooah, no." Mary jerked away impulsively, opening her eyes wide.

But Paul had swung around behind her and dropped to his knees. He clasped his hands on the rumpled gown bunched at her waist and dragged it down along with her panties.

"You don't really want to kiss my ass," Mary whined.

"I want to do more than that," Paul said.

"More? More? Like what?"

"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass as soon as I get it good and hot."

"NO!" Mary screamed in shock. "No!" But Paul's arms circled around her thighs. His fingers clamped on the smooth inner slopes, and he pulled her toward him.

"Please, Paul… don't!"

She could feel the damp warmth of his hungry lips. He nipped and nibbled at her trembling ass cheeks and snaked his rough tongue into the cleft between.

"Nobody's ever touched my ass," she moaned. "That's what I thought. I'm going to fuck a cherry after all!"

"Fuck my cunt!" she pleaded desperately. "I like that!"