John Friday - Willing wife swappers

Ellen could have been her mother. She was about the right age, but there was nothing at all motherly about the way she looked right now. Her lush, ripe body seemed to glow with the warmth of sexual desire.

"Oooh, God!" Kathy moaned in despair. Minutes before, Don had been with Ellen – his eager young cock sunk deep in Ellen's luscious cunt, his firm hands clawing excitedly at her full, thick-nippled tits that seemed alive with seething desire. Will he ever want me again? she wondered nervously, suddenly feeling thin and stiff, as unappealing as a fence picket.

Ellen seemed to melt in her husband's arms, her body flowing warmly, molding itself eagerly to his. Her outstretched hand curved around his neck.

Fingers damp and warm with sleek, strong scented cunt oil embraced the root of his cock, stroking furiously as their two bodies pressed together, both pliant with raging need as they ground and twisted and fused themselves into one.

Kathy could only gawk, her jaw hanging limp. Ellen's full red lips parted willingly, searching for his, her tongue flicking and darting expectantly. George thrust his mouth hungrily on hers, grasping with his hands, searching fingers spreading to contain her heaving tits and berry-ripe nipples.

Ellen gasped a moan of heated joy and sank to her knees as though her husband's tongue-sucking kiss had drained every muscle of its strength. Their lips parted reluctantly, hers still quaking with unfilled need.

"Aaaagh!" Kathy gasped when she saw what the raven-haired temptress was about to do. She had both hands on her husband's long cock – one hand coiled around his prick's thick root, the other steady near his glowing cock knob… guiding his red prickhead to her searching lips.

"Uuunnngh," Kathy groaned. So often Don had wanted… begged, coaxed and pleaded for her to do the same thing. She never could. Even the thought of having a hot, foul-smelling cock rammed down her throat made Kathy shiver with chilling waves of revulsion.

"I could never do that," Kathy murmured as she watched Ellen's eager lips grasp and seal themselves wetly on the bulged head of George's cock.

"Aaahhhhh!" George cried in shrill delight, a sound more wild and intense than any Kathy had heard when he was sucking or fucking her. She could only imagine the stinging depth and strength of what he must feel. And with an even deeper chill, Kathy realized that Ellen must have already done the same thing with Don.

She obviously got some savage thrill from sucking cock. Her head and upper body swayed with the grace of a long-necked swan as her lips ran back and forth, up and dawn the straining, vein rippled shaft of George's prick.

"I can do it!" Kathy said in a strong whisper of determination. Not only can, but must! she thought. I have to show Don I'm as much a woman as that middle-aged prick-licking bitch! "Oooh, Don… where are you? I need you! I want you! I want to suck your big cock!"

If the sun had failed to rise that morning, Don Burgess could not have been more stunned and shocked. He stood in the hall by the door, both hands pumping fiercely on his hardened cock, trying vainly to match the silken magic of wet and eager lips.

It was his wife Kathy's voice he heard, but not words he would have expected to burst so excitedly from her lips. "I want to suck your big fucking dick!" she wailed again.

Don winced because in their thin-walled apartment, the sound would have been heard three units away. Half the men in the building would have been flogging their cocks while their lewd imaginations blazed.

Ellen's gleaming black hair flashed in the flickering light of the artificial fire as her head bobbed excitedly up and down the thick prick between her lips.

Kathy could hardly believe Ellen could swallow all that cock, that she could reach out and grind her lips in the thick curls of her husband's abundant cock hair. She gulped, and a slow ripple ran down her slender neck. She felt a burning desire to do the same… or more.

"I'll gulp down your cock and both balls too!" Kathy cried.

Don came forward, stumbling with excitement. "Kathy!" he howled. "Do it, baby… oh, I've been wanting it for so long. Suck my cock. Eat it all, you little blonde bitch!"

Kathy rose to her knees, but found herself unable to match Ellen's subtle grace. She parted her lips with a roar and lunged at Don's cock the way a hungry leopard would spring at a slab of raw meat.

"Gggruuungh!" she grunted. In the frenzy of newly awakened desire, Kathy did not think to watch the way Ellen padded her gnashing teeth with the soft folds of her lips. She bit down hard in the fury that only raging jealousy can excite.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Don cried, bent almost double by the shock. A short time before, he could not have stood the violence of her savage hunger but Ellen's lips, her cunt, and her ass had tempered his hot cock the way a blacksmith hardens steel – by beating it unmercifully. After a tense moment of numbing shock, Don felt his jangled nerves relax. He snaked his hands into the flowing strands of soft blonde hair and clutched hard with all his demanding strength.

"Hhhuuummm," Kathy moaned, her, mouth already stuffed full, her slender throat trembling in fearful expectation.

He tugged fiercely on her tangled hair and thrust back with his hips until she felt herself gag on the red knob of his eager prick.

"Hhhuuuggghhh… uuungh!" She couldn't breathe!

He'll cum any second, Kathy thought, her desperate, oxygen-starved brain wildly seeking some kind of relief. I'll make him cum… his gagging cock will shrink, and I'll be able to get air again.

Ellen made soft, slurping sounds next to her and Kathy thought she must be choking too. She glanced sideways, her eyes wide and gazed with choking fear. Bui she saw that Ellen was breathing, rasping in gulps of air each time he dragged back her clinging lips. The strangled sounds came from deeper in her throat, from the pulsing motions of slurping thick cum.

George tensed, still for a split second of searing joy as pressure swelled in his swaying ball sac. "Uuuungh!" he grunted, teeth clenched as his muscles flexed to force out heated spurts of cum.

Kathy watched through dazzled eyes, her vision blurred by the way Don yanked her head back and forth, plunging his hard, unyielding cock ever deeper in the tight confines of her throat.

"Aaagh," Kathy cried, the sound twisted by the wrenching speed of his insane desire. Kathy's throat felt tight and searing hot.

Don's eyes were clamped shut as he thrust with his hips, pulling at her hair. At the same time, he rammed mouth and cock root together in grinding collisions of joyous force.

His young wife wasn't yet as skilled as Ellen. The wavering motions of her throat were wild, more intense… less sleek and practiced. Ellen had thrilled him with grinding precision… Kathy thrilled him even more with her frantic desire.

It was the need far air that made her jerking moves so wild. Don drove his cock so hard and fast that she could barely catch half a breath before having her throat rammed full again.

"Uummmph!" she groaned, delirious from the fearsome drumming of his hairy loins on her pleading lips.

Kathy's sideward glances saw Ellen's frantic gulping as she swallowed spurts of cum, happily slurping and smacking her lips after each one. The spread of silver cream shined on the shaft of her husband's cock, and some of his gushing flow dribbled thick and warm from the upturned corners of her mouth.

Don will be doing the same thing any second, Kathy thought. His cock will twitch and spit slick jism. I'll feel it splatter the back of my mouth, ooze down the bent tube of my throat, overflow and run down my face like it is on Ellen's now!

"Oooh," Kathy moaned, trying to prepare herself for the thrilling horror of sucking cum.