Chapter 6
Up until the last minute Bonnie tried to get out of going to the swap party. She'd made up to Pete the weekend before, after he'd come back from his golf game and she was still heated up from the tongue lashing Kim had given her. She and Pete had had an old-fashioned session that night and Bonnie had been very happy while servicing her husband. She figured the way she was handling him the next few days that he'd forget all about swapping.
But such was not the case. Pete mentioned he was looking forward to it. He was all keyed up. He, too, informed Bonnie that she was destined to be the star of the show. He even helped her decide what to wear. A slinky gown, maxi length. Bonnie wanted to wear pink panties and bra, but Pete insisted she wear lacy black ones. Bonnie was disturbed by the way Pete acted about the upcoming affair.
It was as though he were looking forward to her getting screwed in public by another man. The thought was disturbing and shocking. Pete had been acting very odd of late. Ever since they'd entered their second year of marriage. What until now had been a happy, wholesome marriage, was turning into a frustrating nightmare. Bonnie had been aware that the first bloom always wore off even in the most ideal marriages, but for hers to take this turn was nerve wracking.
For the first year Pete had been insatiable. He couldn't get enough nookie from her. Four, five times a week he zeroed in on her. He sniffed around her snatch, played grab-ass with her and acted like a kid with a new toy. Bonnie often tried to caution him during the first year that he'd wear himself out, or burn himself out from too much nookie.
Now, since the advent of his swap phobia, he paced himself quite well. He seemed to be saving himself for the other girls. During the past few weeks it seemed he was in Kim's panties almost as much as he was in Bonnie's. They had become quite attached to Kim and Bill. True, Bill had shoved his big fat cock into Bonnie every time Pete was shoving his dick into Kim. So, all in all, Bonnie's fucking quota remained almost the same as during the first year of marriage. The difference being it wasn't the same familiar prick.
Now, tonight she was to be introduced to a new quota of pricks. The thought was terrifying, but exhilarating. Despite her misgivings, Bonnie would truthfully admit she was kind of looking forward to the ordeal. She felt like a virgin on the verge. If only she could be more outgoing, or more extrovertish-like Kim.
Bonnie sighed and tried to act casual when they entered Art's and Joy's apartment and were greeted by the merry-makers.
Art, the handsome actor, and host of the party, gathered Bonnie to him when she entered. The blonde-haired Adonis was already high from a few drinks, since the party had been in progress for some time. He poured Bonnie a drink, then another and still holding tight to her arm for fear she'd bail out again like the time before, he ushered her around the room, re-introducing her to the group, most of whom she'd met the last time.
Bill and Kim. Harry and Alison. Sue and Mike. George and Vicky. Art and Joy, and Bonnie and Pete. A half-dozen merry couples all knowing what was going to happen and charging themselves up for the event.
After the third drink, Bonnie began feeling giddy and relaxed. The warming liquor had the effect of calming her fears, of subduing her inner turmoil, of giving her the feeling of what the hell-it's all in fun. She found herself giggling and laughing at the smutty jokes and didn't even mind the pinches on her fanny by the horny men.
She didn't object when Art led her to the far end of the room where he had a couch made into a bed and the setting arranged like a stage. Two floor lamps were beamed down onto the bed area. Chairs were grouped in front of the bed like a theater effect. Off to the right a stereo was playing mood music. Art doused most of the lights in the room, except for the two that glared down onto the staging area. Standing beside the bed, he called for attention. "Gather 'round, fellow swappers! Find chairs and get comfortable. We're about to begin."
Art waited until the group got settled. Bonnie groaned inwardly. None of the couples wound up with their own mates. She noticed that Pete had latched onto blonde Alison. She was perched next to him on a couch and already she had his prick out and was fondling it. Pete, in turn, had Alison's skirt shoved up above her hips and he was dipping his fingers in her gooey cunt.
The other couples in the room were playing the same games. Finger-fucking and prick pulling. With all this action there was no real rush to come. The swappers wanted to see the big event first. They knew they had all night to shoot their rocks. These preliminaries were simply the warm-up pitches.
Art, seeing that all the others were comfortable, said, with his arm wrapped around Bonnie's waist, "Our little teenaged girl didn't stick around for the last party. I found out later that had been her first swap party and she chickened out. She'd never been had before by any one other than her husband-lucky Pete!" Art held a hand toward Pete and a round of applause greeted him.
"Since that time, she has been prevailed upon to join our group as a regular member. I think it's only fitting that we give her a good initiation tonight. Agreed?"
Another round of applause greeted his suggestion. Art grinned, then motioned for Harry to step forward. "Since Harry had been the one chosen to take care of her the last time, and having been denied this luscious little doll, I think it's only fair that we let him take first crack at our new member."
A chorus of approval.
Bonnie groaned inwardly. She felt an urge to chicken out again. She'd been hoping that handsome Art would be the one to initiate her. Instead, he was palming her off onto chubby Harry Mason. Harry at age twenty-eight was the oldest member of the group and by far the least good-looking. Besides being chubby, he had a bulbous nose, fat jowls and thinning dark hair.
She beat down the urge to flee. Her glance swept to Pete. He seemed totally disinterested in what was happening to her on the stage. Pete seemed to be concentrating on Alison's big, golden-haired pussy. Pete had Alison's legs spread wide, his head was bending low and he was getting a good view of Alison's big, squishy cunt. Bonnie beat back a wail of disgust. Damn him, she thought. I'll show the bastard!
She gave Harry a big smile. "I'm ready." She didn't know what she was ready for, but she'd go through with it no matter what.
Harry pressed his fat lips to hers. "Relax, you beautiful girl," he whispered. "Just do everything I tell you. Don't fight it. Remember the key word-relax. You'll enjoy it, believe me." Harry busied himself with the snaps and zipper at the back of her gown. He seemed in no hurry.
He unhooked the back of her dress and ever so slowly slid the zipper down. He kept up a running commentary during his actions. "How 'bout this gorgeous girl, folks? Isn't she something? And she's still a teenager. It's been quite some time since we've had a teenaged doll in our group."
Harry removed the slinky gown. He tossed it aside. Sucking in his breath like a greedy hog, he quipped as he reached for her melons encased in a black bra. "Wow! What gorgeous tits!" He gazed for a long moment at her swaying breasts behind the thin cloth. He reached up and fondled them, ever so gently. Then he slid fingers around and unhooked the snaps. Expertly he slid her bra from her shoulders.
With a flourish he whisked the bra away and threw it down with her dress. Harry grinned when he heard the murmur of awe welling from the throats of the onlookers. His close-set eyes lit up. He wet his thick lips. "Man, what a pair of knockers!" He grinned. "You sure you're only nineteen, Bonnie?"
Bonnie nodded. She was too scared to trust her voice. A deep flush swept over her. This was embarrassing. She wished Harry would get with it. She didn't like being on exhibition. Someone handed her a drink. She downed it. The liquor had a warming effect. She forced a smile and tried to act as if she were enjoying it. Her knees were knocking and her heart was pounding. She could feel all eyes turned on her. Even Pete had stopped pussyfooting around Alison's pussy and was staring at the scene.
Harry bent low. He opened his wide mouth. He sucked her tits. First one, then the other. He nibbled at her taut nipples. He massaged the wondrous globes. He fondled them. He tweaked them. He cupped them in his big hands. He admired them. He slurped them. He kissed them. He sucked them. He lavishly and thoroughly enjoyed them.
Then, reluctantly, Harry moved downward. He kissed Bonnie's exposed belly button. He ran his fingers around the waistband of her black lace panties.
Bonnie was naked except for her black lace panties. Harry placed one of her feet up on the bed and positioned her so that she was facing the audience. Her lovely smooth white skin was a wondrous contrast to the black lace panties. Harry ran his hands up and down her inner thighs. He ran his fingers around her ass-cheeks; then he bent forward and kissed her on the snatch that was still covered by panties!
Bonnie squealed in delight when Harry's thick lips dug into her lace-covered cunt. She orgasmed and felt his tongue shoving the lace inward as he slurped at the moistness emanating from her pussy. Harry laved her cunt for a few minutes, being careful to move back so the audience could get a good view of what he was doing. He occasionally cut loose with a lewd remark to describe his utter joy at the task he was accomplishing.
He seemed in no hurry. The audience was in no hurry, either.
Harry finally slid Bonnie's sopping-wet panties from her hips. Ever so slowly he revealed her to his captive audience. Her curly hairs came into view as he eased the panties down her wondrous legs. Then he whisked them off and tossed them onto her pile of clothing. Harry stared in awe at her tiny cunt. "My God," he murmured, "such a tiny one." Gingerly and as though he feared he might hurt the tiny work of art, he placed fingers around and about her twitching twat. "Such an adorable little thing. So tiny. So unused-looking. How 'bout it, folks? Did you ever see such a tiny cunt?"
Bonnie wiggled her tiny cunt on his chubby fingers. Heat waves flashed through her. She no longer felt embarrassed. Lustful thoughts swept to her mind. A warming trend seeped through her. She was beginning to enjoy the action.
She reached forward and shoved his fat face onto her hot cunt. "Suck it some more, you bastard!"
"Yes, darling." Harry eagerly dipped his face forward. His fat tongue lashed out and entered her hot pussy. His stabbing tongue greedily licked at the spongy walls of her tight cunt. He eagerly licked at the spasming juices that were filling his mouth as Bonnie came again and again.
Finally she pushed him away, half-laughing, half-crying. "Enough yet. It's so good, it hurts."
Harry smiled. He stood before her and nodded. "Okay, doll. Now it's your turn."
"For what?"
"To give me the same treatment I gave you."
"Oh?" The embarrassment returned. The heat glow faded. Bonnie again felt an urge to flee. She glanced wildly about. She was trapped. The bed was against a wall. The people were in front of her.
She would have to dart through them to reach the door. There was no escape.
Bonnie sucked in a deep breath and another drink that was handed to her. She smiled lewdly. She didn't really want to escape. She reached forward and unbuttoned Harry's sport shirt. She slid it from his hairy shoulders. He was a solid hunk of hairy beast. Dark hair matted his chest. His tits were quite large for a man. His arms were hairy and he was muscular. The sight intrigued her. Harry was much hairier than Pete, or Bill.
Impulsively she swept forward and allowed him to cradle her to his massive hairy chest and shower kisses on her lips. She was beginning to like this guy.
The kisses heated her up. She could feel the bulge in the front of his slacks getting harder. She stepped back and unbuckled his belt. She unhooked the button and, holding her breath momentarily, she bent lower and slid his slacks off. The movement brought her face within inches of his surging cock.
Half-squatted down, Bonnie gasped and gulped in awe at the sight!
The huge, swaying cock dangling within inches of her mouth was without a doubt the largest one she'd ever seen. It was immense! It was longer than even Pete's and Bill's, and much thicker. The cockhead was large and bulbous, like a light bulb, a hundred-watter! Harry's balls were covered with a thick mass of dark hair. His piano-like legs were very hairy. He looked for all the world like a hairy ape with a huge cock!
Bonnie squatted before the man-beast. Her jaw slackened. Her mouth dropped open. The lustful thoughts drove away the momentary feeling of disgust and dismay. The sight of the wondrous wand in front of her face was an awe-inspiring sight. She placed hands on his hairy thighs to steady herself while she continued to stare in awe at his manhood.
She was drawn to the huge cock as if it were a magnet. Hardly aware of what she was doing she opened her mouth and eased forward. Harry had mentioned she should do what he had done to her. She had no desire to fight the order. She kissed the head of the monster. She licked at the cockhead and inhaled the few drops of moisture that appeared from his premature coming.
She took a firmer grip around his ass-cheeks with her hands and let the entire length of the monstrous cock slide into her mouth!
She choked and almost strangled when the huge, surging prick blocked her windpipe and slid down past her tonsils. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried adjusting her sucking mouth to the king-sized cock. Bonnie had sucked pricks before. Often. Pete was a very oral person. So were Bill and Kim. They often interspersed their sexing around with sucking around. Never before, however, had Bonnie had such a large lollipop shoved into her throat.
It took a considerable amount of swallowing, easing around and about and adjusting before Harry's huge cock felt good in her mouth. Finally she stopped gagging and choking and began her task of being a cocksucker. Expertly she drew his hugeness into her mouth. She toyed with his hairy balls. She let her tongue run up and down the length of his shaft. She kissed his hairy balls. She jabbed fingers into his hairy ass-hole.
She had Harry about ready to climb the walls and come in her mouth, when he roughly shoved her away. "Enough yet!" He grinned. "It feels so good, it hurts!" He drew her to him. "Besides which, little doll, I don't want to come in you this way, at least not yet."
"Why not?" Bonnie frowned. She'd been looking forward to getting a mouthful of hot cream.
"We have other things planned for you, my adorable slut."
"like what?"
A twinge of fear swept through her when Harry patted her on the ass-cheeks and led her toward the bed.
A murmur of expectation welled in the throats of those present.