Anonymous - Spouse Swap

Trish lit a cigarette and sucked the smoke deep down into her lungs before she asked, "Couldn't you see your way clear to give me more than a thousand, Gabe?"

"I might, if you come over here and let me suck your tits a little."

Transparent bastard, Trish thought as she stood up and circled the table. With Dooley locked in that damn root cellar and Bruce and the others in town for the day, you know there's no rush about cutting out, and so you 're going to go the whole route before you screw me. Well, I got news for you, prick; the only one who's going to end up screwed is you.

Ice filled her belly as Gabe drew her ass down to his lap. He grinned at her naked breasts, then lowered his face toward the twin hillocks of flesh. Trish waited until he took one of her jutting nipples between his lips. Then, slowly, she reached toward the bottle of champagne, gripped it by the neck and brought it crashing down against the back of his skull. Gabe grunted. Her tit slipped out of his mouth as he leaned to one side and toppled to the floor… and dragged her down with him.

Trish rolled away from Gabe. She jumped to her feet and made a mad scramble for her scattered clothing. She ignored the bra he had ripped from her body and shrugged into the shirt. She buttoned it over her breasts and climbed into her slacks. She shot a hasty glance toward the unconscious Gabe, saw the jagged neck of the broken bottle resting beside him, and hissed, "I ought to cut your goddamned throat for what you did to me today!"

Trish finished dressing and crossed over to the table. She picked up the sack of money without bothering to open it and hugged it to her breasts as though it were a child. She did a brief jig around the room. She was weightless and drunk with joy. Her heart pounded, blood warmed and tits trembled provocatively. She laughed. No more being a loser. No more sweating out three shows per night in cheap dives or taking cocks up her ass from the various Manny Blacks she had known during the adult part of the now nineteen years that were hers. No more off-the-rack dresses, and no more going to bed with an empty stomach. This was it. The end of the ride on the old merry-go-round. She had finally caught the brass ring, valued at half a million dollars.

Happiness faded for a moment as she glanced at Gabe Penner and saw him stir. She wished she could find the guts necessary to wipe his ass off the face of this earth, but she couldn't. Like Gabe, she suddenly discovered that she wasn't made to kill, not even when it concerned a prick who would probably spend the rest of his life searching for her.

She shrugged. Let the bastard hunt all he wanted; he sure as shit wouldn't find her strolling down Fifth Avenue with an ice cream cone in her hand. Not a chance. She knew right where to go to start living like a queen. A place where Gabe Penner would have to swim to reach her. Bermuda.

Joy returned. Impatience came with it. It was time to move on. Away from these stinking boondocks and the funky people who lived here. She laughed and sailed out the door, yelling like a nut as she raced toward the tiny sports car, "Look out, world! Here comes Trish Asher!"

Eighteen minutes to the second after Trish Asher cut out for parts unknown in Bruce Cord's sports car, Gabe Penner staggered out of the cabin and took off in hot pursuit of her. Elke Lockridge followed him to the county highway through her binoculars. She watched and waited until he managed to thumb a ride toward Lone Pine before she stopped looking and said, "The chase is on, Joseph."

Dooley lowered his own binoculars and grinned. "We must be living right, cupcake. I thought sure Trish and Gabe would end up killing each other." "So did I."

Breath hissed out of Dooley in a long sigh. "Maybe it's better this way. Now they can tangle assholes in some strange city or town, and nobody will ever know why." He gave her a playful slap across the buttocks. "Let's get the hell out of here."

The slap excited Elke. She shook her head at him and said, "I'm not budging until you thank me for rescuing your ass from that root cellar, Joseph." She dropped her binoculars to the ground and twitched her hips at him. "I hate ungrateful men."

"Later, you masochist," Dooley laughed as he gave her another whack across the derriere. "You know I don't like to make it with you on the ground. Let me find a comfortable chair to sit in first, and then I'll show you enough gratitude to make this pretty rump of yours sting for a week."

Elke shook her head. "I'm not after a spanking, Joseph. I want you to screw me."

Dooley started to tell her that there wasn't time. Then he saw her agitated state and changed his mind. His eyes caressed her. His girl was in heat, probably from the scene that had just unfolded before them. She looked hot…and beautiful.

He reached out and tweaked the tip of her nearest breast. "All right, cupcake, you win."

"I usually do," Elke said as she proceeded to disrobe. "I suppose it has something to do with the way I'm built."

Dooley made no answer. He was too busy watching her. Elke was wearing a button-down-the-front dress this morning. The dress was the bright color of a canary flying in the sunlight. She reached up to her breasts and found the first button. He felt his cock start to harden as he watched her fingers crawl over the buttons like lazy worms, then said, "Stop trying to imitate Trish Asher, cupcake; it makes you look cheap."

"How's this, Joseph?"

"Better."

The dress gaped, and Elke pushed it down over her hips, all the way to the ground. She caught the material with the tip of her right shoe and kicked it away from her feet. She wasn't wearing a slip; just a half-bra and panties, and she looked so delicious that for a wild moment Dooley felt like dropping to his knees and putting his tongue to her twinkie, but he didn't.

Elke caressed the shimmering black bra that held her breasts captive, and he watched her nipples harden and stab at the cloth hammocks that covered them. He smacked his lips and said, "Those boobs of yours seem to get bigger every day, cupcake."

"The way you keep playing with them, it's a wonder they aren't down to my knees." She sighed. "Come here and give me a hand with my bra and panties, Joseph."

"Sure thing."

He walked up to her. He lifted his hands to the front of her crowded bra. Hot and silky and exciting. He started fondling her boobs.

Elke shivered beneath his touch and asked teasingly, "Are you just going to stand there and feel my titties through the cloth, or are you going to bare them and give yourself a- real thrill, Joseph? They're all yours."

He reached between her shoulder blades and found the snaps of her bra. He leaned toward her and banged his stiff cock against the crotch of her black nylon panties.

"My goodness," Elke purred as she dropped her hand between them and gave his sheathed penis a not too gentle hug with her fingers, "you are ready, aren't you?"

Shock thrills of delight shot through Dooley's groin and made him shiver in the sunlight. He smiled wickedly. "I'm ready, but only because you excited me."

Tenderness traced its pattern across Elke's face, but her voice remained teasing. "You mean my titties excite you, don't you?"

Dooley smacked his lips. "That's right, those big tits of yours turn me on. They're turning me on now. So much so that right now I'm tempted to slip my cock between them and splash a hot load of cum all over your nipples.''

Elke's eyes twinkled as she unsheathed his cock and said, "You wouldn't be getting a cherry. Go ahead and diddle my tits."

He shook his head. "I'd rather massage your pussy."

"I wish you'd do something."

Dooley grinned as he unhooked her bra and watched her big breasts dance into nakedness. He lifted his hands to those lovely twin mounds again. Elke permitted him to play with her dairies for a couple of minutes. Then she stopped hugging his cock with her hand and stepped back. Her breasts heaved, and a dreamy smile touched the corners of her sensuous mouth. Dooley could almost feel the heat coming from the crotch of her tight, black panties. His grin widened as she shook her slender hips at him and said, "Skin me down, Joseph. Take off my panties and then massage my pussy with that nice dong of yours."