John Friday - Swapping families

"I can't!" she said in a quaking voice.

"Can't what?" Ben jerked his hand away from his hardened cock, but his prick shaft continued its lewd pulsing inside his pants. He wasn't even thinking about Mary.

"Er, I-I can't watch any more."

Ben sighed. He knew Mary's reputation, and he hadn't really expected her to change. At least not so soon.

"It's kind of exciting in a way," he said.

Mary clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. She would never admit it – not even to herself – but watching Mike fuck Salena's eager mouth had started a warm and disturbing flow of creamy cunthoney in her cherry cunt.

Ben stroked her hand with a soft, consoling gesture, but he avoided her gaze when she blinked and looked at him. He knew what Mike had in mind all along – he was far more interested in popping Mary's sweet little cherry than in anything the lusty Salena might offer.

And Ben, for all his shyness, could hardly wait to get his cock into Salena's sleek cunt. Her pussy was fringed with the same shade of gleaming redgold hair that flounced down her back. He felt his cock throb as he stared at her damp, gleaming cunt hair trying to imagine what the depths of her fiery pussy might be like.

Then he hissed out a long, deflating breath. Whatever Salena's cunt was like, he knew Mike would feel it first. The two of them had been friends and neighbors since childhood, just like Mary and Salena.

But Mike was the handsome one who always attracted the girls, and Ben had grown used to his role as a tag-along. When he got to fuck some sexy chick, it was only because she was hanging around trying to get Mike's attention.

After several long minutes, Mike finally pumped his huge cock dry. He let his tightly clenched hands slide down through Salena's silky hair, and she gave his drained nuts a last teasing stroke with her fingers.

"Yyyuuummm!" she said. "I wasn't sure I could swallow all your hot jizz. That's the biggest and best cock I ever sucked!"

Her fingers snaked around his wet cock shaft and began pumping it back to full straining vigor.

"The best is yet to come," Mike said.

Salena purred and whipped her hand up and down his cum-glazed cock, smiling because she assumed he meant fucking her sultry cunt. She couldn't see that he had turned his head to eye the trembling blonde cherry sitting on the couch.

"My parents have a big round bed," Salena said.

"Oooh, yeah?" The way she kept whipping his wet cock had it almost fully erect again. "Why don't we go try it out?"

Mike had more on his mind than just popping Mary's tender cherry cunt. Ever since he'd found the pictures his father kept hidden, he'd been thinking about Salena's sexy, lusciously curved mother. He wanted to fuck her too.

For now, being in her big round bed with her lusty look-alike daughter was the best he could do.

Salena rose and took Mike's hand to show him the way.

Her daughter Ellen a was the furthest thing from Sharla Fallon's mind when she first stepped into the darkened hotel suite. She turned a dimmer switch to bathe the main room with a muted glow of soft light, then she closed and locked the door, wondering which of the men would draw the key.

Salena wore a low-cut gown of filmy, clinging black chiffon. Across her bare shoulders, she'd draped an elegant white mink stole. The silky fur shimmered like newly fallen snow.

She crossed the room slowly, pulling down the zipper of her long dress. It fell without a sound, and she stepped gracefully from amid its soft folds. Now clad in lacy black panties and a strapless, uplifting bra, she hugged the gleaming white mink closer to cover her luscious tits.

A cool sea breeze swept into the room through the balcony door. Sharla could hear the surf churning restlessly, crashing on the rocky shore. She felt the same way, restless and churning. It still excited her not knowing which man had drawn her key for the first round, but the thrill was far less satisfying than when the four couples began swapping several months ago.

Sharla sighed and stepped out on to the balcony. The sidewalls were both solid to insure privacy. Ahead, beyond the wrought iron rail, the moon bathed sea pitched and tossed. She stared down and felt the chill of the salt breeze. Impulsively, she flipped the long stole around inside out. The textured brocade lining shimmered in the moonlight and the silky white fur tingled against her skin.

A key grated in the lock, and Sharla turned in time to see the door swing open. Brad Winslow's powerful body seemed to fill the door frame. He grinned, stepped into the room and closed the door.

"That's quite an outfit," he said.

Sharla snuggled into the soft folds of her stole and said, "I'm just waiting for something better to keep me warm."

Brad began stripping off his suit. "You don't seem quite as anxious as the first time," he said evenly.

"Maybe I'm not." Sharla glided back into the room. "Don't get me wrong… you've got a great cock, and I love the way you fuck, but…"

"But it isn't the wild new thrill that it used to be?" he asked. "Don't feel bad. Even Dina's humongous tits don't turn me on now like they did at first. I've been thinking we need something fresh to liven up our monthly get-togethers."

"I was just thinking the same thing."

Sharla approached him, stroking her softly curved thighs with the dangling ends of her sleek white stole. The rich, sensuous caress of fur excited her. The sight of Brad's big hard cock made her squirm even more.

"You haven't lost interest completely, I see."

"Oh, shit no! It's just that I think it would be nicer if all of us if we had more-more…"

"More variety?"

Sharla curled her right hand around the root of Brad's cock and began a slow, pulsing rhythm timed to the beat of the thundering surf.

"Aaahhh," he said. "And who did you have in mind?"

Sharla blushed and felt embarrassed. "Promise you won't shit?"

"Hummmm, I may cum if you keep pumping my cock like that. But tell me what's on your mind."

She stroked his long cock shaft again, hooking her middle finger to tease his dangling nut sac. "I've been thinking about your son Mike."

"Wwwhhhaaa?" he gulped.

Sharla thought he might choke. Then he managed a taut smile.

"That's really funny… because I've been thinking a lot about your daughter Salena."

The jerking motion of her clenched hand stopped abruptly, and she squeezed hard on his stiff cock. "I don't think the others would go along with anything like that."

"Who says they have to know?"

She grinned and shrugged off the silky mink. "I'd love to try a hot young cock like Mike's."

"I'd like a wild young pussy too. And I'll bet we can both teach the kids some things they don't know."

"I'm sure we van!" Sharla felt a sudden wave of heat spreading across her loins. "Hhhhhmmmmm, I'm getting hot just thinking about it!"

She pitched backward across the bed and wiggled out of her lacy panties. "Show me what you want to do to my daughter's sexy young cunt!"

Sharla purred and dragged the silky white mink across her heaving belly. Just below, her gleaming red-gold cunt hair shone with the hot oils of lust. The contrast looked to Brad like fire and ice.

"I know Mike's always got some hot little pussy chasing after his cock, but I'll bet he's never felt anything like this!"

She gathered a sleek mass of fur in her hand and circled it around Brad's cock when he leaned over her.

"Hhhhuuuuuunnngh! Probably not!"

She teased his hot cock shaft with her hand, but her grasp was padded and made maddeningly soft by her sleek fur gliding up and down his thick cock shaft.

"Thu sultry bitch," he moaned in cringing delight.

Any second, he expected to shoot hot fuck cum all over her expensive mink stole.