Don Elcord: The swap fuck

«I sure am. What're you waiting for?» She addressed her remarks to her handsome husband.

Pete moved forward.

Brian moved forward.

Just before they arrived at the beds, a strange thing happened. As if on signal the two boys crossed paths. Brian headed toward the Jennifer bed!

Pete headed for the Denise bed!

Brian snuggled the surprised bride to his bosom and without further ado, he shoved his big cock into Jennifer's tiny cunt!

Pete mounded the equally surprised Denise in a hot embrace and without further ado he poured the meat to her pussy!

On his wedding night, the bridegroom was fucking his best friend's wife. In the bed next to them, his bride was being fucked by his best friend!

A night to remember!

Denise quickly overcame her surprise. The feel of Pete's huge cock in her tiny cunt awakened the lust and drove away her shock. He entered her quickly, forcefully and with authority.

Pete hungrily kissed her. He meshed his man-sized fits against her huge melons. He pounded his huge cock into her small pussy. «I love fucking you, honey,» he whispered, pouring his meat into her tiny cubicle.

«And you're a wonderful fuck, Pete!» she gasped, meeting his powerful thrusts. A nagging thought was in her mind as she humped up and down. «But shouldn't you be fucking your wife? After all, you just got married today.»

Pete grinned and slowed the tempo slightly. He was in no rush. They had all night, all weekend. «Hell, I can fuck her anytime. I only get a crack at your crack now and then. Besides which, Brian's keeping her busy.»

Brian was indeed. He had his cock buried deep into the little bride's lovely pussy. The tight, golden-haired item that he loved so much. In. Out. He pushed his enormous rod into the tiny hole. «You lovely slut! You pretty bitch! I'm fucking the shit out of you!» He mouthed obscenities while pounding his meat into her pussy. «C'mon, wiggle that cute ass. Move it. Move it.»

«Yes. Yes,» whimpered the newly wed girl. She had been surprised at finding this man's cock in her cunt instead of the bridegrooms, but she asked no silly questions. She kept thrashing away in deep contentment. A prick was a prick. This one was a bit larger than the one she'd become adjusted to.

«Fuck me, you big cocked bastard! Fuck the shit out of me!» She whimpered, wailed and thrashed around like crazy. «I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Like wow! Aaaaaaah … Ooooooуoh»

Her wails and moan were being echoed on the other bed. Denise, was bouncing up and own under the pounding of the newlywed husband. Pete's prick, which should have been easing in and out of his bride's pussy was pounding in and out of Denise's tiny twat She was wailing up a storm, «C'mon, you big cocked bastard! Fuck the shit out of me! Sock it to me. Make me feel that big cock. I'm going to cum. Now … Eeeeeeee.»

The foursome came together. Sounds of ecstasy filled the room as the two handsome couples loaded each other with love, and affection. Two nifty cunts filled with heavy loads of jism. Two big, hot cocks unloading time and again. Two teenaged darlings squirming, squealing and begging for more.

The only jarring note to the sylvan scene was that the bride getting fucked was not being rammed by her husband. She was being rammed by her husband's best friend. Her own husband was spending his own wedding night not exactly pleasing her with his cock. Instead he was pounding it steadily into the wife of his best friend.

It was, to say the least, an unusual situation. One that lasted for an entire weekend. A honeymoon weekend that was to be remembered. The foursome was still laughing and joking on the drive back to the city the following evening. They had all been well sated. They had switched around time and again. They had savored each other from every conceivable angle. The four of them had vowed eternal love for each other. They had vowed that they would be a foursome on their own.

They didn't need group swapping. They were an ideally matched foursome. They could be content and happy with just each other. They didn't need any more Duke's, or Sharon's. Before they had left the motel, they had made a vow to be their own little swap group. No more outsiders. Just the four of them.

The vow was still with them when they pulled into the driveway of the house Pete and Jennifer had rented. A nice home in the suburbs, but close enough to the city where they both worked at the studio.

When they pulled into the driveway, they were startled to see a young couple sitting on lawn chairs in the patio to the rear of the house.

A very young couple. A young boy who appeared to be no more than nineteen. A young girl who appeared to be no older then sixteen!

Denise was surprised to see the young couple? She didn't recognize the two youngsters, but it was obvious that Pete and Jennifer did. Pete's expression was filled with amazement, as was Jennifer's.

«Mark! Gloria! What are you two doing here?» Pete's words were lacking in cordiality. It appeared these two people were the last ones in the world he expected to see sitting on his doorstep waiting for their arrival.

Mark lumbered to his feet. His handsome, slightly tanned white face bore the semblance of a grin. «We've been waiting for you cats to get home.» He smiled apologetically.

«You knew Jennifer and I had gone off and gotten married.» Pete grumped. Like him, Mark was also a dancer on Sharon's TV show and knew all that was going on.

Mark nodded. «Yeah, we knew. That's when me and Gloria decided we may as well get married, too.» He flushed.

«You and Gloria got married?»

Yep. We crossed over the state line last night and got hitched.»

«While I'll be damned.» Pete eyed the newlyweds with new respect. «But why? After all you've hardly known each other any length of time. Hell, you're just kids. How old are you Gloria?» He eyed the dark-haired, dark-eyed lovely. The small, petite, one hundred and, ten pounds of luscious femininity. The beautiful Gloria was a featured dancer on the TV show.

Gloria thrust out her lovely melons. «I'm seventeen. I'll soon be eighteen.»

Pete shook his head. «But to run off and get married like you did. Hell, you don't even have a place to stay.»

Mark smiled. «We were kind of hoping you'd help us out until we get squared away.» He nodded at Pete's home. «You've got a nice place here. We were thinking you'd let us stay for awhile until we could find a place of our own. We'll pay our way, of course.» He smiled hopefully.

Pete, who'd had no visions of turning his home into a swapper's paradise, frowned. «Gee, I don't know, Mark. We hadn't planned on permanent guests. You see, we do a lot of entertaining, like now … « he quickly introduced Brian and Denise. «We do throw a lot of parties. Like I mean, having another couple around might interfere with what we have in mind.»

«And just what do you have in mind?» Mark grinned.

«Well, like me and Jennifer are swingers. So are Brian and Denise. Hell, the four of us just went on our honeymoon together.»

«What?»

Pete chuckled. «That'll give you an idea of what I mean. How would you and Gloria like to spend your honeymoon with another young couple? Share the same room, the same bed, the same bathroom and so on?»

«You did all that?»

«And more!» Pete grinned impishly. «Like now, we were sort of, thinking of finishing off the weekend here at our house before settling down to the routine of, going back to work next week. So you can see that as much as we'd like to have you and Gloria spend some time with us as our guests, it just wouldn't work out.» His voice contained an edge of finality.

«That is,» cut in Denise, who'd been eyeing Mark with a good deal of interest. «unless you and Gloria would care to spend the rest of your honeymoon weekend with us. A sort of wild party. The six of us. How about it, gang?» She let her glance drift around the group. She realized this could be the start of a new group. A whole new group of swappers.