Don Elcord: The swap fuck

Tears of dismay and sadness swept into Denise's eyes as she watched her man being led by the prick from the room. Damn him, she thought, «I need another drink,» she sobbed, handing Duke her empty glass.

Duke gladly refilled her glass, and his own. Standing before her, he clucked his tongue. «It's, quite a shock to you, isn't it, little one?» He stared hungrily at her lush breasts, now completely uncovered since she gave up her efforts to hide them.

She nodded miserably, her heart was broken. «I didn't think he'd go through with it.»

Holding Out his band, Duke drew her to her feet. She was shaken. He drew her to him in a fatherly embrace and hugged her shaking body. «There, there, little darling,» he breathed huskily, squeezing a tit, «it isn't the end of the world. You came here with the intention of swapping. You did write those letters,» he added judiciously, easing her toward the bedroom area.

She sipped at her drink and allowed herself to be comforted by this big, ugly brute of a man who, at the moment, seemed filled with compassion. An item she needed. He was so gentle, kind and understanding. «I never really thought he'd go through with it,» she mumbled. «I thought sure he'd chicken out»

«Well, he didn't, so you'll have to face up to it, honey,» Duke soothed, trying not to show his happiness. He'd played this scene many a time before. He knew exactly how to handle a distraught wife. A wife who has just seen her husband being tugged off by the prick to a handy bedroom by a beautiful girl-namely his own wife.

He led the way along the hallway and paused before the master bedroom. Sharon had deliberately left the bedroom door open. Sharon, the beautiful minx with the lush shape, was playing her part perfectly. Having led her new swapper to the room by his huge prick, she was now taking more direct action with the nice prick.

She was laying flat on her ass, and the nice prick was sliding in and out of her nice cunt!

Standing just outside the room in the hallway, with Duke's arm around her waist, Denise stared at the shocking scene. She almost fainted. She gasped in dismay.

Her husband of less than two years was fucking a girl he had met less than two hours ago. He was pounding his big cock in and out of the girl's tight cunt. He was uttering animal like sounds of joy while pounding cock into cunt. Denise's own sounds of dismay and discontent distracted him momentarily. He turned his head and eyed her between strokes. His eyes filled with lust and madness, he continued to fuck Sharon, while frowning at the interruption. He flashed her a wan smile, and muttered, «Hi, hon. Having fun?» He again turned his attention to the business at hand, and having delivered friendly greetings to his wife, be now ignored her and took up the fucking cadence with Sharon.

«You … you … bastard!» Denise flung the words at his sweating back. She turned away. Since the only handy place to give vent to her emotions was in the arms of Duke, Denise melted into his embrace, sobbing up a storm.

Duke, with a gleam in his eyes, gently soothed the sobbing girl. He gently soothed her by stroking her bare shoulders and nice tits, while he eased her toward the bedroom next door. The gleam in his eyes grew more pronounced when he gently eased her onto her back on the king-sized bed.

He quickly undressed. Now, naked and thoroughly aroused, he joined her on the bed. Reaching down, he gently massaged her lush tits. «There, there, little girl,» he breathed huskily, «relax, and have a good cry.» He stroked tittie. He stroked bare belly. He stroked downward with his soothing, gentle hands. His fingers fumbled with the zipper of her mini skirt.

While she was still sobbing her little heart out, he stripped her bare. Her eyes popped wide. It dawned on her that this chubby man of compassion had something else on his mind than merely soothing her ruffled feelings!

Denise hopped from the bed. She tried covering herself with her clothes which she held before her. Staring down at the grinning, naked, hairy man, she gasped, «What d'ya think you're doing!»

Duke, the old hand at swapping, propped against the backboard of the bed and rested his hand on his surging cock. Grinning impishly, he waved it in her direction. «I was thinking maybe I'd shove this big old cock into your pussy-just like your husband is doing to my wife!» He inclined his head toward the next bedroom.

She gasped. She'd been so intent on putting on the horrified act, she'd forgotten. the sylvan scene in the next room.

She wilted. Some of the rage drained. She couldn't blame this man to much. She had been writing letters to him and his wife. She had sent along a few pictures of herself and Brian in the nude. Nothing obscene, just posed photos showing their physiques. They had both entered into this game with their eyes wide open. They had both indicated they were willing to give swapping a try.

Brian had gone through with his part of the bargain. Duke was now waiting for her to live up to her promises. He bad willingly let his wife go to bed with Brian. Now he was expecting his reward.

She stared at the smiling man. She glanced at his cock. It was half hard. He was toying with it. The man seemed in no hurry. He had the whole night. He had probably encountered wives like her before. Reluctant swappers. She hesitated. Every fiber in her lithe, slender young body, urged her to flee. This was crazy.

Swapping!

It would be different if she and Brian had been married many years and boredom had set in on their marriage. That she could understand. But they'd been married less than two years. She was still a teenager. Why? Why would Brian want to swap? Her mind rehashed all the arguments she'd been using on him since he first brought up the subject a few months ago.

Obviously she wouldn't be getting any answers from this hairy, ugly bastard laying on the bed, grinning at her and teasing with his big cock.

«Come and get it, honey.» He held his cock erect. «I'll give it to you anyway you want it. In the mouth. In the cunt. In the ass. You name it, I'll do it.» The thought of what he might be doing gave added stature to his prick. It grew harder and bigger.

Denise's mouth watered at sight of the surging prick. The drinks she'd had, had warmed her. The feel of this fat man's fingers on her breasts had heated her. Now the sight of him holding his cock with his fat hand and waving it toward her had an electrifying effect. All this, plus the sight she'd just seen of Brian shoving his cock into Sharon's cunt, decided her.

She dropped her clothes to the floor and eased toward the bed. She sat on it, close to Duke, deciding to let him take the initiative.

With a squeal of delight, Duke reached for the teenaged morsel of loveliness. He drew her to him and showered her with kisses. His fat lips crushed against hers in a tender kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and dueled with her tongue. «You lovely girl,» he murmured, kissing, hugging and fondling. «You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.» He kissed her lips. He kissed her chin. He kissed her throat. He nuzzled her breasts to his face. He wallowed in her valley of her tits. He swabbed his tongue all over her lush melons.

Like a little piggy, he nipped, nibbled and savored her lush, creamy mounds.

Despite her initial feelings of aversion, Denise felt herself warming up to his love. The big man handled her gently and lovingly. With each nip of his mouth and teeth on her nipples, she heated up more and more. When he took her huge breasts into his mouth and sucked eagerly, she felt warm all over.

Duke seemed in no rush to mount her as Denise eased around in his embrace and he licked her nipples contentedly. He was still sitting on the bed and had her in his arms while he worked on her with his lips and tongue.