John Friday: Willing wife swappers

"Don would be fucking me already," she said in a voice of detachment, warming slowly to the gentle touch of the mature man. "In fact, he'd be through by now."

George grinned and said, "He has more enthusiasm than experience."

"And you?" Her liquid blue eyes gazed longingly.

"I have both." Her sleek, firm, young thigh seemed to melt beneath his creeping fingertips.

Warmth flowed straight to his cock. He could feel his prick stir, like a sleeping giant just awakened… yawning, stretching, flexing its powerful muscles.

He reached a thin band of lacy trim on her panties and followed it inward, down the curve of her thigh and into the damp hollow of her oozing cunt. He could feel the slick warmth of her seeping desire, and his swelling cock head throbbed with wild vigor.

George loved to excite a young cunt, a fresh little pussy unused to his nerve-twisting skills. He smiled and slid a probing finger down her nylon-sheathed cunt.

"Hhhungh?" she gasped. Her voice was tense, her pussy lips wet and eager. Conflicting emotions still clashed in her mind. Her head tossed nervously, loosing long waves of sun-bleached hair, soft and flickering in the light of the artificial fire.

George buried his face in the gleaming gold, breathing deep to inhale the sweet scent rising from the silken flow. His lips moved, stirred by hunger to have more than just the smell of her. He leaned closer, his breath coming in short gasps, his tongue darting to find her ear.

"Aaaahhh," she cried when the heat of his excited breath hit her ear.

Her lithe young body tensed in rigid anticipation. His finger probing between her legs was wet with juice from her cunt and squirmed beneath the lace trimmed edge of her panty leg. His tongue flicked out with the same slick motions, exploring the tiny little cavern of her ear.

"Hhhhoooo." She gave a joyous shiver and spread her legs to clear a pathway for his hand. She rolled her head and drew nearer to the tingling magic of his darting tongue. Her whole mind blazed from the fire of his rasping breath. Don let out a prolonged and intense wail, and Kathy hardly noticed.

He would have fucked a more experienced cunt right then, thrown a leg over her heaving pussy dome and whipped out his raging cock – but with her shyness and what she'd been taught as a child, he knew such a move now would only fill her with revulsion. He held himself back, feeling the increased tension of restraint swell his cock even harder than before.

"Ooooh," she moaned nervously. Kathy could tell how long and hard his prick was. Squirming from the joy of his finger strokes, she pressed a soft thigh against his groin. Spasms rocked her hips, a jumbled motion made partly of fear and partly of desperate desire.

His hand slid up to the waistband of her panties and dipped down inside, drawing nearer and nearer to what she'd been taught was a forbidden valley.

"Aaaahhhh," she gasped, weakened and with no will left to resist.

She felt his fingers glide through the golden tangle of her cunt hair, a wide, thick triangle as fleecy and soft as the rug beneath them both.

"You're soft as a young mink," he said with warmth and admiration. "Damp and sleek with wild desire."

George grinned, his lips brushing the curled shell of her ear as he whispered. Actually, Kathy was not wild yet. But she would be. He'd learned years ago to intensify his own pleasures by telling a woman she was what he wanted her to be. Women, especially those plagued by fears and doubts, react to warm praise almost like hypnosis.

"Uuuunnngh," she moaned, pressing upward to meet his hand, writhing so that she wiggled half out of her clinging panties. An extended finger found the top of her narrow cunt slit and eased between her soft, wet pussy lips.

He brushed by her clit, hardly touching it at all. The shock of that would be too much at the moment. George eased down instead, deeper into her tight little cunt hole, teasing and stirring to make more sweet fuck juice flow.

"What a soft, sweet, tight little cunt you have!"

"Aaagh," she shrilled, her whole body drawing tight with shivers of desire. His hot breath so close to her ear made all of her senses blur.

She arched her back and felt her panties slide down to her knees. Another hand moved up to her tits, slowly stripping them bare. Her firm, sharply pointed tits swelled inside her bra, nipples hard as little stones.

Each time she tensed, struggling to find the power to resist, George pressed warmly with finger and tongue, blanking her mind with the heat of desire. Her bra and then her skirt fell away. Her whole body trembled in ways she could not control, seductive motions that helped her shake free of her clothes.

When Kathy's vision cleared, she felt the warmth of the flickering glow on her downy skin, the soft tingle of the fleecy rug in the restless hollow of her back. George sat astride her, still fully clothed, hands reaching for her naked tits.

"They're soooo small," she moaned sadly. She'd seen how his wife Ellen was built – huge soft tits that she knew Don was squeezing and sucking right now.

"And they're so firm… so perfectly formed!" His spread hands covered her creamy tits, pressing softly while his fingers curved and swirled around her bulging little nipples.

"Hhhuuungh!" Kathy grunted, thrusting her shoulders back in response to needle-like stabs of pleasure that seemed to flow from his fingertips.

The finger of his right hand was still damp with pussy juice from her cunt. His left hand was dry, and it burned with grinding friction until Kathy clenched her teeth to keep from crying out.

"When I suck that beautiful wet tit I'll taste your sweet cunt," he said, his tongue flashing anxiously as he spoke.

"Don says – unnnggch!"

He bowed his head and swallowed her juicy little tit, lashing at her hard nipple with his tongue, twisting it in a tight spiral of hunger and joy.

"Don says my twat smells like a sewer," she gulped.

"More like champagne," he argued softly. "Tart, but sweet… sparkling pink, deliciously smooth! Arrgh, I can hardly wait to bury my face between your legs!"

Her blue eyes glazed in shock. She'd dreamed of exactly that for as long as she could remember even wishing that somehow she could double herself tight enough to lick her own little slit. But now, knowing that it would actually happen. "No, don't!" she cried. "It isn't right!"

"Of course it's right," George said in a soothing voice. He could feel the way her body battled her mind, the raw hunger of natural desire straining to overpower a prudish past. "What happens when you hold your breath?" he asked.

"Uunngh," she moaned, delirious from the heat of his touch. "My lungs begin to ache and burn."

"Yes… and what is your little pussy doing now?"

"Aaagh?" she cried. "It aches… and it burns. Oh, God! I want my cunt sucked so much!"

"Of course you do." His lips dropped again on the firm cone of her tit, his tongue spinning and twisting to excite the swollen tip of her nipple. "Your body wants… it begs for what it needs. Your cunt needs sucking the same way your lungs need air."

"Yeeeessss," she moaned. He made it all seem so logical, and the spinning magic of his tongue blurred the nagging little voice of her conscience into a shrill cry of increasing desire.

"Do it!" she groaned. "Eat my pussy. Eat it alive! Oooh, George… tongue fuck my little cunt!"

His warm lips curved into a grin, gliding up the firm cone of her tit, releasing her bulging nipple with the soft pop of a cock coming out of a wine bottle. He felt strongly tempted to drive on her dripping sweet cunt and to devour her pussy as she kept moaning and begging him to do. But George forced himself to use restraint. The longer he made her wait, the louder he made her beg, the better it would be.