John Friday: Swapping families

"God damn, that was good. Hhhmmm, it was the best fucking my pussy ever felt."

Mike's cock twitched in the snug hollow of her cum-flooded cunt. He could feel the sticky warmth of his gushing jism.

"It was great," he said with complete honesty. "The best fuck I've ever had, too."

"Aren't you glad our parents finally brought us together?" Salena asked with a lewd grin.

"I'll like it even better when we get together with them."

"Do you think we can?"

In the warm bliss of satisfaction, Salena no longer felt jealous. She understood Mike's desire to fuck a sexy older woman like her mother. It was really no different than her compelling urge to test her sex appeal for a fully grown man.

"I don't see why not. Shit, think what they're doing right now."

"I remember one thing from those pictures," Salena said.

She twisted suddenly, and his soft cock slipped from her wet cunt-hole.

"Huuuungh?" He lifted his strong body and let her turn face down beneath him.

"My mother must like to have her ass fucked," she said.

She arched and wiggled the soft cheeks of her ass until Mike's dripping cock settled into the deep cleft. She kept rocking her well-shaped ass, heating and pumping his cock.

"I-I've never known a girl who wanted to ass fuck."

"I haven't done it before, either. But it must be fun. I remember the look on mom's face."

"Yeah!" Mike bridged himself above her and pressed the hot tip of his wet cock against her dark, tightly drawn little shithole.

"Ooooh, your cock's so big," she moaned. "Don't be too rough at first. Remember, I'm still cherry back there."

"You won't be for long," he promised.

Mike's cock swelled hard with aching lust. He'd always wanted to ass-fuck some sexy little bitch just to see what it was like. But the other girls he knew were all too timid and squeamish, even those who fucked up front like their pussies were on fire.

"Aaaggghhh!" Salena cried as he pressed down. "Oh, God… Mike, go slow. It feels like you're splitting my ass in two!"

"I'll bet your mother doesn't bitch like that. She probably humps herself up and begs for more cock."

"Bastard!" she hissed.

But she knew that what he said might be true, and she wanted to do at least as well, even if it was her first ass-fuck. She gritted her teeth and arched her back up, working her clamped little asshole in slow circle.

"Huuunnngh." Mike grunted happily.

Her ass was so tight and hot, he thought she might grind the skin off his cock.

"It's a good thing your big prick is still wet and slick with cum. I couldn't stand it if it was dry. Oh, I'm not sure I can take it all now. Mike… oh, Mike. I should have started with a guy who has a normal-sized cock, not a fucking log!"

"You little bitch… you love my big prick. I can feel bow it makes your shithole squinrm."

"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes, it hurts like shit… but I don't want you to stop. Fuck it into my ass! Ream my ass, Mike. Hhhhmmmm, make me love your huge cock!"

He shoved into her wiggling ass with all his might.

"Wwwhhhoooph!" she gushed. "Oh, shit… my last cherry fuck hole! Hhhmmm, fuck it Mike!"

His thick dark mat of cockhair pressed flat against the creamy domed cheek of her ass. It chafed as he worked the thick root of his buried cock around and around.

"Ooooh, yes! Fuck my little shitter! Wind it in and make it hurt. This is better than when I lost my cunt cherry!"

Mike grinned and thought of Mary, so sweet and tender and still untried, and his giant cock began to vent its second load.

"Better! Better! Better!" Salena gasped as she took each steaming shot of jizz.

Slick cum flooded the tight dark tunnel of her ass and made his cock glide smoothly in and out.

"Ooooh, you big fucker… this is the best yet!"

She reared and twisted, grinding her soft ass on his scruffy cockhair. "I'm cumming! Oh, shit… fuck… hungh!"

It was a different and strangely exciting kind of climax. She felt her whole body begin to tremble.

When her furious writhing had fully drained Mike's aching cock, he sagged down and buried his face in her soft, sweet-smelling hair.

"Ooooh, the first time is always so exciting!" Salena said.

"It was for us." Mike said. "Let's hope Mary feels the same way."

When Mike and Salena first left the room, Mary sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, perched like a wary little bird ready to take flight. The young flaxen-haired blonde felt so nervous, she could hardly breathe.

"Relax," Ben said with a comforting smile. He rested a warm hand on her shoulder, a calming gesture of reassurance.

"I'll try," she said tensely.

But she could not. As soon as she settled back, she heard Salena's excited cries coming from the back of the house. Then she heard wild grunts and moans, the sounds of anguish and pain.

Somehow, she found it worse just sitting and listening, trying to imagine the lewd acts that produced such wild grunting and moaning and so many angry words. Her innocent mind reeled with confusion, unable to conjure up images to match the animal sounds she beard.

"What do you think they're doing?" she asked anxiously.

Salena's cries by then had reached a fevered pitch.

"Oh, er… well, you know…" Ben fussed and fumbled, unable to go on.

"No, I don't know. That's the trouble."

He took a long breath and said: "They're fucking."

"God, it sounds like he's killing her!" Mary shivered each time Salena cried out.

"She likes it that way," he assured her.

"I wouldn't. I wouldn't like it at all!"

Ben was going to say: "You won't know until you've tried it," but he decided that would only upset her more.

"It doesn't have to be that way," he said instead.

He eased his arm around her shoulders and drew her toward him in a manner that was more protective than passionate.

Mary felt strange and unsettling things. In a way, the fierce grunts and wails she heard were enticing. They piqued her curiosity even though she still trembled. At the same time, Ben's warm and reassuring embrace brought her comfort.

"Ohh, Ben… I'm so mixed up. Hold me, please. Hold me close."

"Sure, Mary."

Ben gulped and put both arms around her. Salena let out a shrill cry at the same moment, and Mary snuggled into his arms like a frightened little rabbit seeking shelter.

Ben liked holding her. Her firm little tits pressed warmly against his chest. Her silky, fresh-smelling hair brushed his cheek. And when Salena's shrill cry became a scream of torment, her slender arms circled around him, and her nails clawed desperately at his back.

Ben knew Mike's plan to pop the delicate little blonde's cherry. He had talked all afternoon about having hot cherry blood smeared the whale length of his foot-long cock. Ben also knew how pissed his friend would be if he fucked Mary first.

Until he felt the trembling desperation of the young girl's embrace, he had been mainly interested in Salena. She was the sexy one of the lusty wanton ready for anything. Now Mary's anxious grasp and her obvious vulnerability made her almost irresistible.

It hardly mattered to Ben that Mike would get pissed. During the years they'd been friends, Mike had always been first. First to get a driver's license, first to get fucked, first to get whatever he wanted. Ben always followed along, always in the shadow of his stionger and better-looking best friend.

"It's nice the way you hold me," Mary whispered.

Her soft lips brushed his ear, and her warm breath made him cringe with burning desire.

He gave an anxious gasp and lightly stroked her side with the spread fingers of one hand. He felt the sideband of her bra, and his fingers toyed with it, lingering and straying slowly toward the base of one little cup.