John Friday - Willing wife swappers

George drew his probing finger from her pussy, leaving the soft pink cunt slit to Ellen's rasping tongue.

"Hhhuuurrrgh!" the raven witch said through gnashing teeth as she ripped and teased the little blonde's cunt button, spearing and stabbing her snug little pussy bole.

George's finger, wet with fuck honey, moved down between Kathy's wide-spread legs and pressed at the tightly clenched ring of her ass.

"Nnnnoooooo!" the timid blonde cried. "Not there… not my asssss!"

Don rolled and pressed his wife's upper body flat in the deep, soft fleece, covering her mouth with his while his thumb and finger continued their wild spiral around one tit.

"Mmmuungh!" she groaned. His tongue shot between her lips, ramming and twining with hers.

Ellen's tongue screwed itself deep in the wet vise of Kathy's little pussy tunnel. A shrill cry rose from deep inside her throat, swelling her firm young tits, gagged by Don's smothering kiss.

Kathy pulled and squirmed, her body a jangled mass of sparking nerves. She arched her back to avoid the finger pressing on her puckered ass, but that only ground her cunt mound more firmly into Ellen's toothy grasp.

"Hhhunnngh!" Kathy groaned, limp with shock. As she fell back, George wiggled his long finger up her writhing asshole while chuckling sounds of savage glee.

Don never thought he could enjoy watching his young wife shiver from the multiple and conflicting pleasures of sex. But then he had never imagined that she would give herself so willingly. He pulled his lips from hers, shuddering as he thought why… because he wanted a better view. And he wanted to hear her garbled cries shrilling in his ears.

"Fuck her, George… ram that big cock of yours up her ass!"

"No!" Kathy snapped, hardly able to believe the words she heard had come from her husband's lips. "Not my assss!"

Ellen increased the grinding pressure on Kathy's delicious pussy. She had never tasted a sweeter cunt. The young blonde's thick fuck honey gushed and swirled around her tongue. Her clit bulged thick and hot between the older woman's demanding lips. Ellen could hardly wait for the convulsive spasms she knew would come when George spiked his prick into Kathy's virgin ass.

"Oooooooh," Kathy cried, arching away from the steady press of a thick cock head hot on the tightly clenched ring of her asshole.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Ellen gasped, savoring a cunt still wet with the taste of turn. She lanced out her tongue, wondering if she could work it deep enough to feel the knob of her husband's prick when he jammed his cock deep into Kathy's ass.

Kathy lay between them on her side, vibrating like a slender reed in a howling wind. She pulled forward each time Ellen's tongue lashed her twat, digging and twirling until her clit burned with aching joy. Then she rocked back and felt the slow, but persisting force of George's thick cock teasing its way into her ass.

"Don?" his young wife croaked. "Don, are you just going to sit there and watch?"

"Shit, no!" But Don was intrigued by the slow, gliding motion of George's cock… the way his prick pushed and pulled at the tight ring of his wife's ass. He watched her tender little asshole flex in and out with each thrust of George's reaming prick.

The strange look in Don's eyes made Kathy's mind convulse. Obviously he found some obscene pleasure in watching her ass get ripped… his head swaying, back and forth in time with the rhythm of George's big cock, faster and faster. And a wicked, lewd grin bowed his lips.

"You said you'd eat my balls, remember?" Don said.

"I – UNGH! – can't! You cock is too God damned big. It's all I can – AAAGGGH! – do to swallow it!"

He watched the trembling motions of her lips. They strained tensely each time George rammed in, then shivered into waves of gasping relaxation as he drew back. "I want you to suck my balls," he said. "I want to feel your lips and your tongue on my big hairy balls."

"No," she said. "Please, Don…"

He laughed, rising to his knees, spreading them to straddle her face. "That's what I want you to!" he said, "Please Don!"

He swayed above her, slowly arching to lower his heavy ball sac into the sultry steam that jetted from her lips each time George rammed her ass with a foot of hot cock.

"Mmmuuuungh," she cried as his heavy balls teased across her lips. The scent was reeking strong, bitter-sweet in taste. His dangling crotch hairs tickled her lips and made her squirm.

Ellen kept up her nibbling attack on Kathy's dripping cunt. Like a thirsty she-wolf, the raven haired, cream-skinned bitch lapped and slurped Kathy's oozing fuck oils. Wet growls of sheer delight rattled in her throat.

George bottomed his long cock in the slender tunnel of Kathy's ass, driving and twisting until she could feel prick fur grinding coarsely on her cheeks.

She wailed a savage cry, and Don squatted lower to press his huge balls into the wet void.

"Gruuugh," she moaned, spreading wide to suck in his heated balls.

Don knew the risk he was taking, and it added to the lewd thrills from her teasing lips and stabbing tongue. With his balls wedged firmly in her open mouth, one vicious bite would have thrown him screaming into a fit of horrible pain. She had only to clamp her jaw to crush his raging balls into jelly.

Kathy sensed the great power she had over him now. She could feel his balls tremble inside her mouth. The slightest twitch of her jaw would bring ghastly pain. If she clenched her teeth hard, she could mash his most tender and vulnerable parts. Don would die from the numbing pain… or collapse in a heap and wish to hell that he had died.

For the first time in all their married life, Kathy felt that Don had finally given himself completely to her. How odd that it should happen while he shared her so willingly with the demanding cock of another man and the hungry lips of his cunt sucking wife.

She hardly thought of them. The fierce, stabbing jolts of pain in her ass softened mysteriously into warm ripples of joy. It could not be, but it seemed George's cock had shrunk… like an icicle in the sun, his prick melted from a sharp and brutal thing into a dripping sliver of sheer delight.

Echoed waves of pleasure were stirred by the stroke of Ellen's tongue. By the gruff sounds the woman made, Kathy knew she had not become more tender. She could hear teeth grinding and feel the sharp spear of her tongue, but it all brought instant gushes of ecstatic joy from the smoldering depths of Kathy's cunt.

Best of all was the feeling that came when she tongued her husband's big balls, railing them gently with her rubbery spear. She circled one, then the other. She wiggled her tongue between them, spreading them against her sleek mouth walls that wavered with wild delight.

As though he was a thousand miles away, Kathy heard Don's wails of joy only faintly-garbled as though by a bad connection on a long distance line. Overloaded nerves jammed with wild new delights made the young blonde nearly deaf. She could not even hear her own screams when her grinding climax came.

Kathy was somber and subdued when they finally started for home. She sat strangely silent and unaware as Don threaded their car through late night traffic on the expressway leading to their apartment. Passing lights scattered dancing sparkles in her long blonde hair, but her face remained rigid and cold as a plaster mask.

"Something's bothering you," he said.

"Hhhnmmm," she replied without emotion. It wasn't like her. Kathy's spirits usually bubbled like champagne.

"What is it?" he asked. He thought he knew – that after the abandoned delights of illicit sex, the nagging guilt of a prudish upbringing had caught up with her.

"I've been thinking about the house," she said in a flat voice.