Don Elcord: The swap fuck

Plop! Plop!

Pete's prick, then Brian's prick, flopped from their respective cunts. Both girls tried desperately to hold them in place longer, but to no avail. The ramrods were limp. The juices had been squirted. The moment of ecstasy was gone. Male passions had cooled. Male cocks had gone limp.

The tiny, battered little pussies emerged victorious. The men flopped onto their backs, gasping and heaving for breath. Two thoroughly pussy-whipped young men, who had shot their wads. Now, having shot their loads they were rendered helpless. Their once majestic pricks were now but limp wands with nary a bit of stiffness.

Brian staggered to his feet and wobbled to the bar. He poured drinks. He was joined by wobbly Pete. The boys downed their liquor and stared at the naked girls, still on their backs, still ready, willing and able. Still with twitching twats and hopeful gleams in their eyes.

«C'mon, boys,» coaxed• Denise, running her fingers up and down her moist cunt suggestively. «Give us more fucking. Please?»

«Yeah, how about it?» echoed cute little Jennifer, scratching at her snatch. «C'mon, we'll suck them hard again!» She pursed her lips hopefully.

Brian glanced at Pete. He sighed. At any other time the sight of two: naked lovelies, laying on a bed, playing with their own cunts, would have turned him on instantly. He would be leaping from the bar stool and bouncing into one of the cunt's in a hurry. Now, like Pete, he was thoroughly beat. The action so far tonight had worn him out. He would need time to recharge his batteries.

«I'm bushed. How about you, Pete?»

«Me, too.»

«How about if we go up and make a sandwich?»

«Sounds good.» Pete finished his drink and followed, his host to the steps leading upstairs.

Brian paused enroute. «Coming girls?»

The girls shook their heads. They hid the disappointment in their eyes. They smiled and relaxed lazily; «You boys go ahead. We'll wait. Don't be too long.» Denise stroked her pussy while sounding off.

When the boys tromped upstairs, she turned to Jennifer. «Looks like we've lost them for awhile.»

«Yeah,» grumped Jennifer, «and just when I was getting all heated up.»

«There's a way we can stay in heat-until the boys return?»

«Oh? How?»

Denise eased closer. Placing a hand on one of Jennifer's gorgeous, rounded melons, Denise squeezed it gently.

«We can finish making love to each other, like we were doing during the picture taking session,» breathed Denise huskily, gently squeezing and fondling the lush breasts of the lovely blonde teenager. She eased her free hand down and toyed with Jennifer's lovely mat of golden-colored cunt hair and pressed her fingers onto the tiny, moist pussy.

Jennifer flushed, then nodded. She drew Denise to her in a tight, loving embrace. Two pairs of solid, well rounded high titties meshed together.

Two pair of hot lips met in a tender, loving soul kiss. Soft brown eyes stared deep into 'baby blue eyes.

«I love you, darling,» whispered Denise, between kisses.

«I love you, dear,» whimpered Jennifer, between kisses.

The girls were still very much loving a long time later when the two rejuvenated boys reappeared on the scene. The two boys weren't shocked. They had kind of expected to witness such a scene.

Two pricks hardened almost instantly at the sight of the two loving girls.

The swap session entered a new, exciting phase. Two young, loving couples had found each other. Perfect matching. Perfect pairing.

Denise ogled the pictures again and again. She no longer blushed, or cut loose with remarks about the lewd photos. The pictures were better than a thousand words. Sharp. Clear. The photography had been excellent. The swap session with Pete and Jennifer had been clearly recorded on film for posterity. she'd had an extra set printed up for the other couple and had sent them to Jennifer.

She reasoned that Pete and Jennifer were also studying the results and giving with their comments, just like she and Brian were doing.

Brian clucked his tongue and finally set the pictures aside. Shaking his head, he said, «We sure had ourselves a good time, didn't we?»

He pulled Denise onto his lap and shoved a few kisses onto her mouth. «You're not too upset about what we did, hon.?»

She shrugged. «It was fun-while we were doing it. But I still don't think we should become full time swappers.»

«Why not?» Brian ran his fingers up under her mini skirt and toyed with her pussy which was covered by her pink panties.

«It's just not right. I mean, we're married. We're happy. We love each other. Why should we have to swap?» Until now, her arguments against swapping had been more vehement. She had definitely been very much opposed to it. Now, her objections had been muffled. Ever since the marvelous session with Pete and Jennifer a week ago. But she felt she still had to lodge some objections.

Brian, still recalling vividly his fucking of the glorious Jennifer, nodded sagely. «I kind of agree with you, hon.»

«You do?» Panic seeped in. She hadn't meant for him to agree. «You mean-no more swapping?»

«I mean we shouldn't become full time swappers,» he corrected.

«Oh?» Relief set in. She nestled closer into his embrace and helped him stroke her pussy by placing his hand over his and guiding it. «Which reminds me. Sharon called me today.»

His eyes lit up. «Oh? What did she want?»

«They're having another swap session next weekend. A two day affair. She's got her new group about lined up. Three new couples, you and me, and some singles.»

«How about Pete and Jennifer?»

«Yeah, they've been invited, too. Sharon says it'll be a wonderful group session.»

«H'mmm.» The idea was intriguing. Brian recalled the last party he'd attended-without Denise. That had been quite a session. Now, with Denise, a true swapper, and with lovely little Jennifer, along with the lovelies that Sharon managed to get, a guy could have a field day. «What did you tell her?»

«I said I'd talk it over with you. I mentioned that we'd probably be there, but that I'd call her back later this week and let her know for sure. But now that you don't want to become a full time swapper … ?»

He grimaced and eased a finger up her snatch. Him, and his big mouth. He'd just tossed that thought out for her benefit. «I guess we kind Of owe it to Sharon and Duke to go to their party. After all, it was through them that we met Pete and Jennifer. Who knows, maybe we'll meet some more couples we'll really like and we can form our own group?» He slid her panties off, then her skirt and blouse.

She helped him undress arid then plopped back onto his naked lap.

Toying with his hardening cock, she murmured, «What do you really think about the whole thing, dear. Swapping, I mean? We've been doing it for a few times. Do you think it's our bag? Really?» She drew his face down and pressed her lips to his to give him time to think up an answer.

They, were in their living room. She had, cleaned up the dinner dishes some time ago and they were now relaxing, half watching TV, reading the evening papers, and now, after having ogled the lewd pictures for the umpteenth time, they were having this serious talk that could decide their future,, She wasn't sure, even in her own mind, whether she wanted to continue being a swapper, or not.

Brian savored his wife's tender kisses for a few minutes, before replying. Like her, he, too, was somewhat puzzled in his own mind about swapping. He thoroughly enjoyed fucking and sucking other girls, like Sharon and Jennifer. This kind of action turned him on. But there was the nagging doubts about swapping. The doubts that came into sharp focus every time he watched another guy shove prick into Denise.