John Friday: Swapping families

"You know what they're doing, don't you?" A sly, cat-like grin curved Salena's sensuous lips. "They're all fucking each other." Just saying the word seemed to excite her.

"No." Mary almost screamed. Her slender body trembled, and she raised her hands to cover her ears. She didn't want to hear anything else her best friend might say.

"They are!" Salena insisted. "I'll bet right now my dad is sticking his big cock in your mother's cunt. And my morn has a pillow tucked under her ass, and she's fucking your father's balls off!"

"I don't believe it!" Mary sobbed.

Her limpid blue eyes clenched shut, and silvery tears streaked down her blushing cheeks.

Salena sighed find tossed her long red-gold hair. "Mary, I'm sorry it upsets you, but it happens to be true. When the guys get here with the pictures, you'll see for yourself."

"I won't look at those awful pictures!" Mary began to wring her hands as she spoke. "I don't want to believe it even… even if it's true."

"It's true, all right. Mr. Winslow has one of those cameras that develops its own pictures in a minute, and Mike found a whole box of color prints his father keeps hidden in the back of the closet. They show your parents and mine, the Winslows and the Franklins too, all of them naked and fucking each other in ways you can't even imagine."

"Our nice friendly neighborhood group," Mary said with a mournful sigh of resignation.

She'd suspected something like this for several months. The four families got together frequently for weekend parties or barbecues, and recently she noticed how her father would grin and wet his lips whenever he could look down the front of Dina Franklin's dress and feast his eyes on her enormous tits. He also liked to stand beside Salena's curvaceous mother and pat her shapely ass.

The other adults all did similar things that even a shy, inhibited young teen like Mary could not help noticing. But at first, she dismissed it all. She thought the adults were just flirting and fooling around like school kids – a bunch of bored middle aged parents all trying vainly to relive their youth.

Now Mary had little choice but to accept the truth. Salena had already seen the pictures Mike Winslow found, and in a few minutes, he and his friend Ben would be bringing the best of the prints to Salena's house for them all to see.

Salena smiled wickedly. She seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. She was just a year older than Mary, but far more experienced. She had always been the bold and reckless one.

Her body had ripened early. Her little tits had swelled to bite-size several years ago. Now they bulged, full and firm beneath her filmy, low-cut blouse. Her slender waist and the womanly flare of her hips were accented by her tight-fitting red shorts. Below, her long and smoothly tapered legs completed her look of lusty invitation.

Mary felt drab sitting beside her. Because she was SO timid and shy, especially around boys, she didn't realize she was as attractive as her friend, but in a different way.

Mary's delicate features gave her a sweet, almost angelic look. Silky waves of flaxen hair framed her pretty face, accenting the deep blue of her innocent, fawn-like eyes. Though not yet in full blossom, her small, girlish figure was finely curved. Her small, painted tits stood out taut and firm.

What separated the two most of all was the difference in attitude. The pair had been neighbors and best friends for most of their lives, but their personalities developed as differently as night and day.

Salena seemed proud when she told Mary about losing her cherry three years before. She'd gone to a beach party with seven members of a college fraternity.

"They all got drunk and stripped me naked," Salena had said breathlessly. "Then they held me down on a blanket and took turns fucking me."

Then she flashed a lewd grin and her green eyes twinkled brightly.

"After the first two guys, they didn't need to hold me. I liked fucking so much, I fucked them all three times!"

Mary could only shiver and feel cold waves of disgust, even now. She was still cherry and was often teased about it by other girls at school. Her name didn't help. In the locker room after gym class a group of them would sometimes dance around her naked chanting: "Virgin Mary, quite contrary, how does your cherry grow?"

At least Salena was kind, enough to take no part in such teasing. In fact, she defended her friend whenever they were together. The bond between them was very strong.

Mary heaved a pensive sigh and slumped back into the soft cushions of the couch, curved to fill the corner of the living room.

"I shouldn't have told you about it," Salena said. "I should learn to keep my big mouth shut."

"It's not your fault," Mary said with a sniffle. "I-I knew. At least I suspected."

For the last several months, Mary's parents and the three other couples had supposedly been driving out to the coast, one weekend a month, to have dinner together and dance on the hotel terrace under the stars.

"It's so romantic," Mary's mother had said. "And we all need to get away once in awhile."

They all spent Saturday night at the hotel, supposedly to avoid the long drive home late at night. Now after all Salena had said, Mary found herself wondering if the four couples ever danced at all.

"I wanted to have everybody over this weekend," Salena went on, her sly smile creeping back, "because I don't think it's fair for our parents to have all the fun."

Mary could not manage any kind of reply. She sat staring blankly at the wall. She could see her mother naked and spreading her slender legs for Mr. Winslow, Mike's father.

"I've had the hots for Mike a long time," Salena said. Mary blinked at the sound of her voice and the vivid image of her mother's lust vanished. "But I've never done anything about it until now. With our parents all being best friends, I thought it would be just too much to handle."

Mary shrugged woodenly and gazed back at the wall. Now in her mind, she could see her mother fuckinj. Mr. Franklin. His strong, hairy body pressed her flat, and he was whipping his huge thick prick shaft in and out of her cunt.

"And I thought you might have same fun with Ben," Salena went on. "You two are alike in a lot of ways."

"You mean shy and sexless?" Mary said in a tone of distraction.

In a strange way, her imaginings had excited her. She felt a curious flood of warmth spreading in her cunt.

"No, not sexless," Salena said, although that thought had crossed her mind. "Just shy. I thought if I got you and Ben together…"

"That I might want to fuck like my mother?" Mary's voice had a keen cutting edge, and Salena decided it would be best not to reply.

A knock sounded at the door, and Salena leaped up with a grateful sigh. "That must be the guys now."

Mike came in first, tall and ruggedly handsome like his father – well over six feet tall. He had a craggy face topped with dark wavy hair. Although Mary had never paid any real attention to him, she could see now why Salena was so interested. His broad, thick shoulders nearly filled the doorway.

"Hi, Salena." His dark, piercing eyes gazed up and down her lush curves, and the massive cock bulge in his tight-fitting jeans began to throb.

"Hi, Mike," she answered in a deep, throaty voice.

Salena grinned and lowered her gaze almost at once to the huge prick-bulge pulsing between his legs.

"Oooh, and hi, Ben," she said as an afterthought.

Poor Ben! Mary thought. He's the one kid at school teased more about his name than me. Why the Franklins ever named their son Ben, I can't imagine. He suffers a lot of teasing, especially in history class.