John Friday - Willing wife swappers

"Uuuung," he groaned. "You sure can suck cock!"

"Hhhhmmmmm," she purred, pleased with the progress she had made, thrilled with the power it gave her. He grunted and moaned in response to the tug of her lips, sounds growing louder as frantic sucking became more intense.

"Aaaaggghhhhhh!"

No doubt Bonnie heard that joyous moan.

"Ed?" Bonnie asked in hazy confusion.

"I'm Don, remember?"

"Ungh! Yeah. Ooooh, yeah! But he's here in the house," she said. "I can hear his voice. God, I can't let him see us like this!"

Don had thrown her on the bed and straddled her, pushing her knees up with his shoulders until her kicking feet pointed toward the ceiling. Now she kicked in a writhing struggle of sheer delight, drumming her heels on the hard muscles of his back.

"He's with Kathy," Don said. "She's probably sucking his cock."

"Oooooooh," Bonnie said, stunned by the fury of Don's sudden attack.

"She's very good," he whispered into Bonnie's ear. "She makes tense, smooth waves inside her throat…"

"Aaahhhh, like this?" Bonnie's cunt began a rolling motion, sleek and slow.

"Faster," Don said with a grunt. "Tighter!"

"Hhhhaaa, like this!"

"Yyyyyeah! Damn, I like your pussy!"

"Dancing tones the muscles – Uuunnnngh! – and gives you great control."

Don fucked into her deep and hard, spurred by the kicking of her feet. Thick hair around the base of his prick thumped on Bonnie's thinly padded crotch. She bucked and twisted, thrusting her hips to meet each jolting stab of Don's thick cock.

The tightness of her cunt amazed him. Her snug pussy lips clawed at the root of his prick while deep inside she squeezed his bulging knob with slithering coils of soft friction. Wild fuck motions began at her shoulders pinned beneath his arms and ran down her spine with the force of a runaway truck. He could feel rigid bone under thin bands of seething muscle.

"Aaaggghhh!" Don cried. Cunt like hers was too good to keep pinned. "Get on top! Dance on my cock!"

He held her shoulders and pitched over on his side, dragging her with him, rolling until he lay on his back with her limber body on his, speared like a fish.

"Oooooh, I like it here!" she moaned. "Now I cm really fuck your cock!"

Don threw his head back, arching himself as she screwed down feather-light on the upraised length of his prick. He stilled his demanding jackhammer thrusts and decided to let her do all the work.

Bonnie leaned down, extending her lips toward his. Don felt his cock slipping out of her wet and slow until just the thick-ridged knob remained in her grasp.

"Kiss me," she said. "Give me your tongue and I'll fuck it too!"

Her lips clamped on his while her pussy turned like a screw.

"Gruuuungh!" Don said, shooting out his tongue. She met his thrusting tongue with hers, dueling. She stabbed at him one moment and sucked hard the next. Don gave a howl of delight and felt his eyeballs sinking into his skull.

Bonnie reared back, squirming on the long spike of his cock. Their lips pulled apart. Her tongue flicked wildly in the empty air and her cunt became a seething vise of raw pleasure.

"You said, dance on your cock…" Her eyes fluttered shut and her long, lean body began to sway above, him. "What kind of dance do you want? A waltz, all dreamy and slow?"

She moved her hips in wide, sweeping turns. "Or maybe a samba?" Swift vibrations followed. "Or how about some good old time rock and roll?"

"Yeah!" Don liked them all. His cock whipped back and forth like a palm in a tropical storm fluttered by gentle breezes one minute, torn by hurricane winds the next. "Shit!"

She braced her long arms on his chest, fingers spread and hooked into his muscle strands. Her slender thumbs rested on his taut, dark-red nipples and she began to tease them with the same motions that sprang from her pussy.

"Aaaaggghhijh!" Don growled. Sparks flashed before his eyes.

"Do my tits too," she said. "Twist them, turn them, make my little pussy dance anyway you want!"

Her pointed, jutting tits were firm, crowned by taut little nipples hardly larger than his. The slightest touch sent her pussy into rhythmic spasms of sheer delight. Dan set the tempo of her moves by how he worked her tits – slow to enjoy sleek friction, faster to feel the quaking pulse from deep in her loins, faster still to swim in writhing joy.

"Aaaaah," he moaned. "Aaaahhhh! Hhhhhaaaaaa!"

Shit, what is she doing to him? Kathy wondered. She was seasoned enough not to feel jealousy when she heard her husband's anxious cries, but the wildly different sounds did spark her curiosity.

"Bonnie was a dancer," Ed explained. "She can do wild things with her cunt… incredible control."

"Gruuuaaahhh!" they heard Don cry.

Ed gave a shudder and said, "I damn near forgot how good her fucking cunt can be!"

That was something strange Kathy had discovered about sharing sexual pleasures. Instead of weakening the bond between two people, it seemed to make it more intense. The young blonde already felt eager to grab Don's cock and stimulate the varied pitch of his wild cries with the magic working of her own cunt. But first she had to show Ed how good she could be!

"Muummmmph," she moaned, diving for the root of his cock.

"Oooooh, shit!" Ed had never felt such frantic suction. She tugged with her squirming lips and snaked her fingers around his balls. One ball she brushed lightly with a touch as sleek as fur and the other she gripped and twirled as tightly as he could stand. Contrasting jolts of shocking pleasure rocked Ed's powerful body one way then the other. He began to shiver like a frail reed in a windstorm.

"I'm going to cum!" he said with a savage grunt.

The pull of her lips told him to go ahead, the quaking spasm from deep in her throat told him she was anxious to drink hot jism.

"Bonnie doesn't like it," he groaned. "Can't stand the greasy taste!"

Quick motions of her lips signaled Kathy's desire. She hungered for the taste of cum. She wanted to feel him spurt deep in her throat.

"Oooooooh!" Ed gasped. He could not mistake the message that sparked from her churning lips. "You want it, don't you little witch? You want your mouth fucked full of creamy cum!"

"Yyyaaaah!" she gasped, bobbing her head faster and faster, fluttering her enticing golden hair.

Ed gazed down on dancing waves of gold. He clasped his hands in her hair, running his fingers through the silky mass until he had her head locked in a vise-like grip. "Okay, sugar lips… you asked for it. Hot damn, I'm going to really fuck your pretty face. I'm going to beat on your lips until you're black and blue!"

"Mmmuuumph!" she cried. He jerked her head back and forth to meet the mouth-ripping thrusts of his massive cock.

Kathy's vision blurred and she blinked her eyes, dizzy from the speed of grinding delight. She knew what he must be feeling – wild desire too long held back. It surged inside him now like a vicious beast straining to burst free.

If she had struggled against him or tried in any way to resist the brutal strength of his massive cock, the frantic push and pull of his powerful hands might have snapped her neck. But she let herself melt with the heat of his wild desire and she flowed with him, her whole body pitching and tossing like a twig in a raging current.

"Mmmuuugh," she groaned. It was the most thrilling face fuck she'd ever known. She loved his crushing strength and savored the heat of his searing cock.

Ed sensed her spans of shocking joy. His thrashing body strained, and he pulled tense, uttering a high-pitched squeal as the whole length of his great cock began to twitch. He clenched his teeth, grinding them and forcing himself to hold back. He could not.

Kathy shuddered from the shock of his first wet burst. Cum gushed from the driving piston of his cock, hitting the soft wall of her tight throat where it splattered and stuck like thick glue.