Grant Roberts - The Reluctant Swappers

"Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh!" Sharon chanted under him as she felt her orgasm climbing to the very pinnacle. Her passion contorted features were like a gargoyle caricature of her normally soft, innocent beauty as she began sucking her husband's cock in the rhythm of the pounding in her cunt.

Ron was almost delirious as he felt his full hard length disappearing to the hilt in his wife's madly working mouth and then sliding quickly out until only the lust straining head was still hotly enclosed in between her tightly availed lips. As she labored over his still inflating shaft, he could feel great whirls of heat flushing around inside him. He was twitching and squirming now beyond all control and every muscle in his body felt stretched and taut to the snapping point. He began to grunt and mewl, all rational thought driven from his head by the desire to drench his wife's throat in his hot male semen, saturate her wild working gullet with his thick white sperm. She lost all identity now.

She was just a receptacle for his steadily rising cum, and he was ready to spew it deep up into her voracious contracting throat.

Myra's hips ground forward, burying Ron's hot flicking tongue to its roots, as he renewed his obscene attack with all the energy of his own impending climax.

"Ooooooooh, yesssss!" she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him even greater access. Her mind was lost in a flood of ecstasy.

Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the wet sensuous probe up between her legs. Her thighs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking so gluttonously at her heated steaming cunt. She kicked her heels against his back, spurring him on to suck harder, harder, and the cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head.

As he continued to hammer into Sharon's tight little cunt, Dick sensed he would be the first to cum. With renewed urgency, he thrust faster, deeper, with all the strength he possessed. He felt her jerk, lurch, and spasm wildly as the frantically palpitating mouth of her vagina began sucking at him feverishly. That did it! He sensed his hot, churning sperm race the long thick length of his penis in incredible ecstasy, causing his body to tremble with palsied motion as his pent up juices spurted from the opening in his cock deep into her violent quivering recesses… it was a never ending flow which caused the young wife moan with spasmodic, indecipherable cries of delight as her lust tautened belly quaked with the unleashed pool of white hot cum he emptied into her…

Sharon felt her whole body go tense and knew that the moment had come for her as well!! She groaned and cried out, but her sighs were muffled around Ron's wild jerking cock. She twitched and churned in abandoned release. Her voluptuous ripened body quivering and shaking as she was jolted by exquisite flashes of fiery heat that left her breathlessly excited. Through the daze of her own cumming, she was aware of a tautness in Ron's body, and then her mouth was filled to overflowing with a heated white lava which gushed and ran unchecked into her choking throat, flooding her completely, making her gulp greedily in a futile effort to swallow it all. She wanted to take every drop of her husband's sperm which she was tasting for the first time, but some of it managed to trickle lewdly down the corners of her mouth to her chin. Still the flood continued, as never ending as the hot tide which poured into her convulsing vaginal sheath from the insatiable Dick, and she thought she felt the two liquids coming hotly together once more in the depths of her hungry welcoming stomach.

A guttural groan had torn itself from deep in Ron's chest as he felt the first tearing away of the hot sticky sperm from his impossibly overloaded balls. He felt the headlong rush of the rolling liquid as it foamed along the tube of his desperately pumping cock and then erupted in a warm, frothy cascade into Sharon's wild sucking mouth. As her lips tightened even more around his palpitating shaft, he shuddered in mindless bliss. A second later, he felt a sudden gush of heated feminine juices flow out over his chin and tongue from the dark recesses of Myra's furiously climaxing cunt.

"Ooohhhh! Ooooohhh! Oooooohh!" Myra sobbed wildly, "I'm there! I'm…

I'm… Aaaaggghhh…" And he was cumming too, grinding her greedy gushing pussy against Ron's laboring lips and nose, releasing her warm perfumed cum onto his perspiring face.

It seemed to Sharon that the four of them experienced one long orgasm which started with Dick and worked its way along the lascivious circle to Myra, ending there. For what seemed like an eternity they all nakedly bucked and strained, emptying themselves to the core, draining themselves of every drop of their orgasming fluids. At last, it was quiet, the air filled only with the heavy breathing and deep satiated sighs of the two couples as they clung to each other in perfect contentment.

They remained that way for a long while, gazing shyly at each other, giggling with almost schoolboy self-consciousness. But then the nearness of their naked bodies raised the fire of passion once more in them, and they rearranged themselves for the next round of their insatiable, orgiastic bout, which was to last ecstatically, hedonistically, until the early morning hours. It was a night none of them would soon forget.

"What's for breakfast, honey?"

Sharon Fleming smiled to herself as her husband's voice came to her from their bedroom, relaxed and loving.

"Omelets, darling," she called back.

"My, my, aren't we fancy!"

Sharon laughed, and bent over the frying pan to give the golden puffy eggs another look. They were popping in the melted butter, and the edges were just beginning to turn a perfect brown. Sharon listened to her husband getting out of bed, heard him yawn broadly, and imagined him stretching the sleep out of his muscular, naked body. She smiled to herself again as she remembered how it had been before they'd met the Greens, how they'd wake up every morning dressed primly in their pajamas. But now it was different! In the three months since that first orgy at the Green's house, their whole sexual lives together had matured and grown more exciting, and they had no more need for a lot of encumbering nightclothes. Even now, as she stood watching over the morning eggs, Sharon wore no clothes, but stood proudly naked with her firm full breasts jutting out from her body and the soft curling blonde hairs up between her thighs exposed to the late morning light.

Sharon jumped as she felt her husband's hands encircle her waist and sneak down into the V of her naked loins. She shivered as he moved his hands ever so slightly back and forth along the bones of her hips and pubic mound.

"Mmmmmm, that's the kind of chef I like to see," he breathed into her ear.

Sharon laughed, and turned her body into his unclothed maleness, breathing in the musky scent of the precious night's passionate love making.

"And what's more, she can cook, too," Ron added, pressing her into him teasingly.

"All right, Romeo, calm down," Sharon giggled. "Your breakfast's almost ready."

"Oh no… you don't think…" Ron's eyebrows went up in mock surprise.

"You can't possibly think I'm interested in food at a time like this!

Can't you see, it's not your omelet I want, it's your body!"

Sharon laughed again into his face, and then threw her arms around his neck with exaggerated passion "But don't you see, darling? Don't you understand? My body you can have anytime… but how often do you get omelets?"

"Ohhhhh… I see… well, you've got a point there, of course," Ron mused. "First things first, of course."

"Of course," his beautiful wife laughed, and together they moved toward the breakfast table.