Anonymous - The condo swappers

"Damn it, not again!" he shouted. "Why in the hell did I come into this crazy building? I should have stayed home in bed."

He yanked off his pants and underwear and climbed between Ann's widespread legs.

"That's right fuck me! I need some more cock! Fuck me old man!"

She wrapped her long legs around his back as the blind man shoved his big, fat cock into her wet pussy. He took her, fast and hard. As he rammed his prick in and out of her juicy pussy, he sank his teeth into her big, ripe tits. Ann moaned and writhed beneath him, urging him on. She reached down her hands and fondled his big balls while he fucked her.

"Ohhh! That feels great! You fuck real good," she told him.

"I want you to suck my cock," he said to her.

"Okay, stick it in my mouth. I'll suck it real good for you," she said. The blind man withdrew from her cunt and crawled up to her face where he shoved his cock into her sweet mouth, or so he thought.

"Ouch, that's my nose not my mouth," she yelled. "Here let me do it." She took hold of his cock and wrapped her lips around it.

"That feels good," he said. "Suck me, forever! Suck my prick, you bitch!"

She licked the man's cock up and down then continued to suck on it like a lollipop, enjoying every inch.

"I'm going to come in your mouth," he hollered.

At that moment, he shot his cock-juice against the roof of her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. Then Ann, herself, climaxed with a shattering orgasm and collapsed, exhausted, with the blind man's cock still in her pussy. Finally, she pushed the blind man off of her and struggled to her feet.

"Sorry, man, but you've had enough pussy for one day." She helped the blind man to his feet and then into his pants. "Come on, mister, let's go into the living room and sit down for awhile."

She led him by his arm out of the kitchen and sat him down an the couch.

The dog followed and lay at his master's feet once again. Ann, still naked, retrieved her purse from the coffee table and sat down beside the blind man.

"Well now," she said, "where were we? Oh, yes, you're collecting money for charity." She pulled five dollars out of the purse and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said. "I guess I'll be leaving now. I still have several more stops to make."

"All right," said Ann. She showed him to the door. "Come back any time."

Jenny Thomas sat on the living room couch with her legs drawn up beneath her and her head resting on Roger's chest. They sat there snuggled together, watching television.

"Did you have fun last night at Sarah's?" asked Jenny.

"Sure, I guess so," answered Roger. "Didn't you?"

"I don't know," she said. "We've been going there every week for a month. At first, it was a lot of fun, but now it bores me. I get tired of the same people fucking me every week. I'd rather meet different people. I want to be able to fuck whomever I want, whenever I want. Do you hate me for saying that? Does it bother you to have a wife who wants to fuck other men?"

"I don't hate you at all," said Roger, kissing her on the cheek. "I love you as much now as I ever have. If you want to have an open marriage and be able to fuck other people, then it's all right with me. I would rather share you with other men than lose you forever. Besides, I like watching other men fuck you." He smiled as he spoke and gave her a reassuring hug.

"Thank you for understanding," she said. "I'd like to drop out of Sarah's group. I don't like it anymore. I want to be able to fuck at every opportunity, and, if you want to watch, it's okay with me."

She settled her head into his chest again and fixed her eyes on the television, but thoughts were racing through her head. She wondered why she was this way, why she needed so many different men. She was fortunate to have a husband like Roger, someone who understood. Most men would divorce a wife who wanted to fuck other men. She thought back in time to when she was a young teenager.

She had been a happy kid with long, golden hair. She had blossomed early in life, and her tits and ass were as shapely as any eighteen-year-old's. Her long, slim legs and sensual eyes and mouth had further enhanced her beauty.

Besides her physical charms, she also had been a brilliant student and very popular in school. This popularity may have been the cause of her present condition. Although she was a virgin, she had a couple of boyfriends with whom she was very close. They often visited her at home and hung around her after school, making her stepfather very nervous. Her real father had died when she was a baby. Her stepfather was always accusing her of fucking them and of being a no-good tramp. This hurt her deeply, but, although she knew his accusations were untrue, her love for her stepfather never faltered. She had loved him as much as she had loved her mother, who never had an unkind word for anyone.

On one particular night, she had planned to go to a movie with one of her boyfriends, whom she had known for only one week. Her father had voiced his usual objections, but with her mother's blessing, she went out with the boy. His name was Bob, and he took her to see the movie as he had promised, holding her hand through the entire show.

They walked home, hand in hand, after the show. Halfway to her house, he stopped and turned down a side street.

"Where are we going?" she had asked.

"I live on this block," he told her. "I didn't think you would mind if we stopped at my house for a bite to eat. I'll walk you home later. I promise."

"Sure," she said. "I guess it'll be okay." She trusted this boy fully, and she went with him into his house.

It was a clean, well-kept place, with long drapes over the windows and new, modern furniture. They went straight into the kitchen and fixed sandwiches and drinks.

"Let's go down into the basement and watch television while we eat," suggested Bob. So she followed him down into the basement, carrying her food.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, someone grabbed her by the arm and flung her to the floor and her food went flying across the room. Dazed, she looked up and saw Bob, standing beside three other boys, laughing at her. The fall had caused her dress to fly up above her waist, thus exposing her tiny panties and her smooth, creamy thighs.

"What's going on?" she had demanded. "Who are you?" She pulled her dress down and stood up, frightened.

"These are my friends," Bob had told her, "They didn't believe me when I told them about you. They still don't believe how young you are. And they also don't believe that you're a virgin."

Jenny remembered looking at their hungry faces. Although Jenny knew that Bob was only a year older than she was, she was positive that those other boys must have been high school sailors at least. She remembered glancing around the basement and seeing no television but, instead, a large, bare mattress lying on the floor. This scared her and she made a dash for the stairway. A strong hand reached out and grabbed her by the dress, ripping ft down the front and exposing her plump, braless tits. The harder she struggled to get free, the more the dress tore until, practically, her whole body was bared to the boys' eyes. Finally, totally exhausted, she accepted her fate.

The boys removed her torn dress and carried her to the mattress. Holding her down, they pulled off her panties and took turns smelling them.

"Please don't hurt me!" she begged them. They removed their own clothes, revealing their young, hairy bodies and their long, erect cocks, and began caressing and kissing her pink nipples and her soft inner thighs.

Then the tallest of them, a muscular, shorthaired boy with big ears, told her: "We're going to fuck you, and you're going to suck our cocks, whether you want to or not and the sooner you let us, the sooner you can go home."