John Friday: Swapping families

He expected her to jerk sway and scream for him to stop. He was almost touching titflesh. He almost had his hand on her tender little tit. His cock swelled hard and throbbed eagerly in his pants.

But Mary didn't pull away. She turned slightly, purring like a kitten, letting him feel a little more of her sharply pointed tit.

"Oooh, Ben," she moaned. "I've never let anyone do that to me before!"

Mary's almost-tearful confession increased the heat and urgency of his restless desire. He had rarely been first at anything, and now was his big – perhaps his only – chance. By the sound of awhile. Mike was going to be occupied for quite Ben's first impulse was to place both hands on Mary's firm little tits and maul them into submission. But then he realized that such a sudden and aggressive move would probably scare her. He decided that it would be better to take his time and offer her the gentle comfort that she craved.

He may not have been first very often, but he was clever. He moved his hand slowly and stroked the side of her trembling little tit-mound, working his fingers toward her rigid nipple in agonizingly small steps.

Mary rewarded him with a series of indrawn breaths. She purred each time his hand moved. Her tits swelled beneath his hand, and her tiny little nipples turned hard.

"Oh, Ben, I never dreamed it could feel so good!"

He grinned and brought his other hand around to start the same slow process on her other tit. She gulped and closed her eyes.

"Hhhooo, not both at once!"

But she didn't pull away. She threw her shoulders back to accent the swelling of her tits.

Ben's fingers finally drew together and held just the tips of her rock-hard nipples.

"Aaahhhh," Mary moaned softly, writhing and twisting as he twirled her nipples with slow and gentle precision.

Ben had felt bigger tits before, but never a pair that responded so eagerly to his touch. He kept his left thumb circling around on her bulging tit-nub and eased his right hand up to the top button of her blouse. His touch was so light, and he had the button open and his fingers touching her warm flesh before she even realized his intent.

"No… don't!" But he kept up the slow, spiraling caress of her nipple. He undid the second button and stroked the web of elastic binding her two bra cups together.

"Hhhuuuunnngh!" she groaned.

The way Ben kept twisting and teasing her nipples had her mind spinning out of control. His hand crept back up in the open V of her blouse and slipped inside. She tensed and gave a startled gasp. "No, Ben… not that way! No, don't…"

Ben's fingers wiggled under the binding edge of her bra and touched her creamy naked tit for the first time.

"Oooooh, Ben!" Mary gave a joyous shiver, thrusting and writhing her naked tit into his hand.

Then she jerked and squirmed, and Ben thought she might be trying to twist away, but she had only run her hands up her back under her blouse to release the clasp of her bra.

"There!" she said with a thankful gasp. "Now you can feel both tits without ripping my clothes."

What Ben wanted to do was suck the first bare nipple he saw. It stood firm and hard in the center of a broad ring of dark, nubby flesh that contrasted sharply with the creamy white slopes of her tit.

But again, his calculating mind held him back. It was too soon for that. He spread the open neck of her blouse wide and pushed her loosely hanging bra upward. It bunched around her throat, and then he held her delicate little tit-mounds, spinning her bare nipples with the tips of his thumbs.

"Ben!" Mary let out a long wail and pitched herself down flat on the couch.

The mad twirling of his thumbs had her whole body writhing with unknown delights.

He leaned over, smiling, and kissed the quivering little hollow at the base of her throat. He lapped and stroked it with his tongue until her whole body trembled with raging joy.

Then Ben dragged his flicking tongue into the broad cleft between her tits. She pitched and tossed, babbling weak sounds of protest and deep moans of delight. He wagged his tongue from side to side, sweeping farther and farther up the smooth tender slopes of her tits.

"Oh, no! Not with your mouth!"

Mary tensed, but as his hand slid away, she arched and thrust her burning nipple toward his waiting lips.

"Yes, kiss it!" she cried. "Kiss my tittie!"

He wanted to gulp her whole tit down and thrash her bulging nipple with his tongue, but he sensed that she wasn't quite ready for that. By now, his poor cock was a burning mass of throbbing pain. His prick had far less patience than his mind.

Ben lowered his ovaled lips on the hot tip of Mary's nipple. It tasted sweet and tart, like a berry only partly ripe. He smacked his lips and swirled her nipple around with his wet tongue, matching the motion of his thumb, which was still winding away on her other tit.

"Oooooh, jeez," she gulped.

Slick wet friction increased the stinging sparks of pleasure blazing from both her nipples. "Ben, I can't stand it… you're driving me crazy!"

He only nodded and raked her bare nipple with his teeth. He felt half-crazy too. Having to hold back was almost more than his hot prick could stand. Especially now. He could hear Salena screaming from the back of the house.

Mary was too delirious with new found pleasure to make sense of what Salena was screaming over and over. Nor did she have the will left to resist the steady advance of Ben's probing hand.

He kept her nipple aching with joy and slid his free hand down over her heaving belly. His cautious mind told him to take it slow – to finger the slit of her cherry cunt first from outside her skirt. But the aching throb of his cock told him it was time to speed the action up. And he decided to pay attention to his hot prick this time.

Ben knew his cock wasn't quite as long as Mike's. Second place, once again. But his cock was thicker. It was so thick and hard at the root, it looked like a gnarled tree stump. A real cuntripper, one girl had called it.

He slid his hand under the waistband of Mary's skirt and waited for her howl of protest. She gasped feebly, but her hips rocked in expectation.

Next he found the slim elastic band of her sleek panties and wiggled his hand under that.

"No!" she cried.

But there was no stopping him now. His gliding hand reached the edge of her silken pussy curls.

"Ben," she moaned. "Please don't touch my pussy. If you do, I know I won't be able to stop!"

He only grinned and sucked in more of her tit, lashing it with hungry tongue-strokes. Her pleading wail reminded him of something his father once told him. Women were like roller coasters. They creaked and clanked along, inching toward the peak of that first steep drop. Then, once over the crest, they went like hell. There was no stopping them once they passed that first peak.

"God, Ben… please stop!"

The shrillness of Mary's voice told him that she had neared her peak. He spread his first and third fingers and slid them through her silky pussy hair, his first finger reaching down each side of her cimt to tease her soft wet pussy lips.

"No, Ben! Ooooh, no!"

But Salena was screaming: "Yes!" at the same time, and it was her voice they both heard.

Mary threw her trembling legs wide apart and Ben eased his long middle finger into the sleek hollow of her cherry cunt.

Her soft rings of cunt muscle reacted instinctively, contracting and pulling with wave-like motions to draw his finger in. He sighed joyously when he felt the rhythmic pulses of her pussy grip his finger. Her slick cunt oils oozed warm and free, and the tip of his finger thumped against the barrier hidden in her unfucked cunt.

"Hhhaaaggghhb, that's my cherry!" she cried.

"Yeah!"

He stroked her cherry with his wiggling fingertip. His touch excited new waves of violent motion. Now her bands of cunt muscle tried to expel his intruding finger. His cock strained inside his pants, and the pressure in his nuts spread across his heaving groin.