Chapter 9
Bonnie lounged on the couch after having caught up with her Saturday morning chores. She'd just eaten a light lunch, and now had a whole afternoon to just goof off. She enjoyed these days of rest. It gave her a chance to catch up on her thinking. A chance to write letters to her family. In addition to Mom and Dad she had a married sister and a brother. She kept in touch with them all by mail, and an occasional visit during the summer months, or during the holiday periods.
She was the only one who lived in the city. The rest of her family lived in smaller towns and rural districts. Mom and Dad owned a small farm down south. At one time he'd been a prosperous farmer with a dozen hired hands, plus his kids. Now they were grown up and gone, he'd sold most of his acreage and had settled on the small plot he continued to farm from force of habit. He had plenty of money.
She always tried to keep her letters to her mother on a cheery side. During her first year of marriage, this had been an easy thing to do. Life with Pete had been cheerful and pleasant. The past few months, however, she'd found it difficult to maintain the same pace of cheeriness in her letters. Since she'd become a swapper. She hoped it hadn't shown through in her letters home. Mom was such a worry wart. She'd be the first to sense if there was a crack in her marriage.
Bonnie smiled to herself as she put words on paper to tell her mother how happy she was. The words flowed easily, because she was happy. More so now than ever. She had passed a crisis. The swapping crisis. They had given it a try, had found it wanting and were now back on the straight and narrow track again. What more could a girl want from life?
Bonnie's thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her doorbell. She frowned. Probably Kim. Bonnie sighed. It would be tough breaking the news to Kim about the no-more-swapping deal.
Tossing open the door, the big smile on Bonnie's face wilted slightly.
It was Harry and Alison!
She found her voice, and motioned for them to come in. "Hi!" her voice contained a measure of surprise. "I wasn't expecting you two!" This was the first time Harry and Alison had ever visited, even though they lived in an apartment across the patio area.
Harry and Alison entered and sat on easy chairs in the living room. Harry was dressed in Bermuda shorts and a bright sports shirt. Alison had on a blue-colored shorts set that accentuated her blonde loveliness and matched her baby-blue eyes.
"Hi, beautiful!" Harry's beady eyes roved over Bonnie's lovely shape encased in a dark-brown shorts set. "You sure look pretty today." His eyes lit up and he wet his lips. The sight of pretty young teenagers always turned Harry on. He placed several carrying cases on the couch beside him. "My camera equipment," he explained, noticing Bonnie's puzzled glance.
"He's a camera nut," Alison said, sliding into an easy chair and looking Bonnie over from stem to stern with her womanly appraisal.
Bonnie shrugged. "You're going to take pictures?"
"That's why we're here." Harry accepted the drink Bonnie had poured. He peered around. "Where's the lord and master?" He chuckled.
"Pete's gone golfing. He and Bill usually go to the country club on Saturdays. They'll be gone all day. They won't be back for several hours.
"Oh?" Harry's voice fell. He sighed. "Damn, just when I was in the mood for picture-taking."
"You were going to take pictures of us?"
Harry nodded brightly. "I sure was. I always take pictures of our swap partners. I have quite a selection. I wanted to add you and Pete to my collection." He sounded disappointed.
"You mean just plain pictures of me and Pete?"
"Of course not, silly! I mean swap-type pictures. The real thing." Harry chuckled lewdly.
"like pictures of what we were doing last week at the swap party?"
"Right! The real thing. Here, I'll show you a few samples." Harry rooted around in the gear he'd brought with him. He eased a packet of pictures from a carrying case and handed them to Bonnie. "Here's some shots we took at Bill's and Kim's place a few weeks ago."
Bonnie stared. She gulped. Her heart pounded. Her blood raced. The pictures were sharp and clear and in living color. Professional-looking. Crystal clear and every detail was plainly evident. Kim with Harry's big prick in her mouth. Bill with his sizeable cock in Alison's ass-hole. Harry with his staff buried deep between Kim's legs. Bonnie heated up as she fingered through the dozen pictures. "Wow!" Heat waves flashed through her.
"That's what I had in mind when we came here this afternoon. Right after lunch I said to Alison, 'Let's go over and take some pictures of us and Pete and his pretty wife'. "
"Pictures like these?" Bonnie whispered, taking another good look at the lewd photos.
"Yep, that's what I had in mind!" Harry sighed and when Bonnie handed the pictures back he shoved them into the container. "I always get an extra set developed for the other couple. That way, it gives you a chance to start your own collection. Bill and Kim have quite a collection, too. Have they taken any with you and Pete yet?"
"No, they haven't gotten around to that." Bonnie sighed. Now would be the time to explain to Harry and Alison that she and Pete were no longer active swap members, that they'd taken the no-swap pledge. That they were reverting to the old-fashioned concepts of love and marriage. The old-fashioned Mom and Dad concept.
His disappointment, clearly etched in his not-so-handsome face, Harry stood up and began gathering his equipment together. "Damn," he murmured, his voice tinged with sadness, "that's just my luck! I was sure looking forward to a session with you and Pete."
"You were?" Bonnie shared his disappointment. She glanced at the bulge in the front of his shorts.
"Hell yes. I got a hard-on from the moment I thought about coming here."
"You did?" Bonnie sounded doubtful. She glanced meaningfully at him, as if daring him to prove his point.
Harry accepted the challenge in her eyes. He unzipped his Bermuda shorts and dragged his monster into view. It was rock-hard and throbbingly eager. Harry waved it. "See! The bastard's hard, just from my thinking of slipping it into that tight little twat between your legs." Harry waved it lewdly in front of her for a few moments, then he began easing it back into his pants.
Bonnie sighed as she watched the big prick disappear into the confines of his shorts. The sight of his immense rod had heated her up considerably. It had driven all thoughts of her no-swap pledge from her mind. "I ... I..." She told Alison. "Please don't leave. Stick around."
Alison shrugged. "With Pete not here we couldn't have a swap session."
"We couldn't?" Bonnie wet her lips. Alison was so right. It took a minimum of four people to have a conventional swap session. Two men. Two girls. Preferably husbands and wives.
Harry clucked his tongue. "Maybe some other time, darling." He patted Bonnie on her shorts-covered ass-cheeks. "When Pete's home." He turned to Alison. "Guess maybe we can visit Sue and Mike. I know they're home. I saw 'em at the pool. I'd sure like to stick my cock in Sue. Would you like to take on Mike?"
Alison nodded. "Hell yes. You know me, dear. Any prick. Any time. C'mon, let's go." She headed toward the door. "See you some other time, darling," she breathed.
"Wait!" Bonnie stood before them, blocking their way. "Please don't leave. I was thinking-" She broke off and flushed.
"Yes?" Harry eyed her hopefully.
"We could still take some pictures. like of me and Alison doing each other. We can stretch it out until Pete gets here. Then you can take pictures of all four of us." She smiled hopefully.
Harry frowned. He glanced at Alison. "Okay by you, dear? You and this teenaged doll? Doing the lez bit?"
Alison nodded eagerly. "Yes, Yes," she breathed. "You know how much I love to love girls!" Alison drew Bonnie into her arms and led her toward a bedroom. "C'mon, lover boy set up your equipment."
Arriving in the bedroom, Alison turned to Bonnie, a frown etching her beautiful face. "How come you're going for the lez bit, darling? At the party last week you kinda indicated you didn't like making love to girls."
Bonnie smiled. "I want to do something to keep you and Harry here." Her mind raced. She figured she'd manage to have a session with these horny bastards and get them out of the apartment long before Pete came home.
She figured she owed it to herself this one last fling before settling back into the life of chastity and allegiance to one husband. Pete had been the instigator of the swap movement. She'd put the clincher on it. He'd never find out about this last fling. Besides which, Bonnie truthfully admitted to herself, the sight of Harry's huge cock had inflamed her lust and passion to the melting point.
Alison, the experienced lover, moved quickly in on her bird of prey. She gathered the small brown-haired teenager to her embrace and pressed her hot lips to Bonnie's. Her eyes were filled with passion. "You beautiful little girl," she breathed, her voice low and husky. She pressed her sizeable breasts against Bonnie's and unhooked the bra Bonnie was wearing. Deftly she unhooked Bonnie's bra and pulled it from her arms and shoulders.
Bonnie flushed when she was nude to the waist. She was still young enough and inexperienced enough to be embarrassed by nudity. She gulped in awe when Alison quickly stripped herself bare.
The blonde-haired girl was beautiful. Her cunt hair was a golden color. Alison was one of the fortunate girls who didn't need touch-up jobs to be a blonde. She was a natural. At age twenty-seven, Alison still maintained the smooth, pinkish-white, clear, firm skin of a girl much younger. The years had been kind to this girl.
Alison quickly stripped Bonnie's shorts off. She stepped back to admire the view. "Lovely!" she murmured throatily.
Turning to her husband, Alison said, "Get your Camera gear set up. I'm going to start working out on this kid now!" She led Bonnie to the bed and eased her onto her back.
Harry, also nude, and also thoroughly aroused, set up his camera equipment. He had a collapsible tripod, which he placed a camera on. He attached the flash bulb gear and tested it. He zeroed in on the two naked girls on the bed. "All set here. You know what to do, dear. Get into position. I'll let you know when I'm about to snap a picture."
Alison nodded. She was in no rush. She knew they had all afternoon before Pete would come home. Alison wanted to savor this delicious morsel spread before her hungry eyes. She wet her lips in anticipation. She ran her hands along Bonnie's inner thighs and peered down at Bonnie's exposed brown-haired cunt. She drooled at the sight. "Such a lovely sight! So tiny! So cute. So hairy. So unused-looking. So tender." Alison brushed her fingers all along Bonnie's hairy twat. She dipped her fingers in and out of the tiny opening. She tweaked and massaged Bonnie's clit button. She toyed with Bonnie's ass-hole and ran her fingers in and out of the gooey, puckered hole.
Bonnie stared up at the loving girl. Her eyes became pools of lust as Alison's roving fingers toyed with her cunt. She shuddered and moaned in delight. She enjoyed the feel of Alison's soft, warm hands. In the background she could see Harry tinkering with his camera gear. Her mouth watered at the sight of Harry's half-hard prick bouncing around. She felt an urge to reach over and take the cock into her hands and play with it. To bring it to surging hardness.
She beat down the impulse. This was their show. She was the subject. She'd let them do the leading. She'd follow instructions. Willingly. She moaned when she felt Alison's hot tongue dart into her hot pussy. Alison's tongue felt big and hard. She knew that was because her cunt hadn't heated up sufficiently to expand. Reaching down, she stroked Alison's blonde head, that was bobbing between her legs, while Alison licked her pussy. She smiled lewdly at Harry. "Your wife's quite a cunt-lapper," she observed, shoving her cunt hard into Alison's eager mouth.
Harry grinned. "She sure is. I sometimes think she'd rather suck than fuck!" He shrugged indifferently. "Just so she enjoys herself and gets her kicks is all that matters. That's why we get along so good, I guess. She does her thing. I do mine."
"And what's your thing?" Bonnie continued to shove against the back of sucking Alison's head.
"Fucking good-looking kids like you!" Harry grinned and held his cock, aiming it teasingly in her direction. "Think you can take this monster?" He chuckled.
Bonnie's mouth watered at the sight. Her cunt twitched and she unloaded an orgasm into Alison's sucking mouth. "Please let me," she begged.
"We'll see. Maybe when Pete gets here, we'll have an old-fashioned swap party. Me and you. Him and Alison." Harry slapped Alison on the bare ass. "Enough practicing, dear. Time for a picture."
Alison backed reluctantly away from the hot box. "Yes, dear." She'd been at enough picture-taking sessions with Harry to know that her best bet was to strictly follow his instructions. He was an avid camera enthusiast and prided himself on his shots. He was a stickler for details.
"Get off the bed, Alison. I want to take a shot of this lovely kid laying there naked as a jay bird."
Alison hopped from the bed. Harry issued his orders. "Move a bit to the left, Bonnie. That's it. Now spread your legs wider. Ease your head up onto the pillow more. Take your arm away from your tits. Put one arm over your head. The other hand rest on your thigh. Almost touching your cunt. As though you had an itch you were about to scratch. There ... hold it! That's fine!" Harry snapped the picture of naked Bonnie spread-eagled on the dark-colored bedspread with her legs up and her pussy completely exposed.
"Now, lay on your stomach, dear! Spread your legs wide. Turn your head to one side so we'll see your face. Let some of your tit show. A bit more. That's fine. Now, put one of your hands down and spread your ass-cheeks so we can get a good view of that tiny, puckered ass-hole. Splendid! Hold that!" Harry snapped the pose.
"Okay," Harry, the movie director, said, turning to his wife. "Hop up on the bed and let's take a shot of you with your tongue partway in Bonnie's cunt."
Alison expertly positioned herself. She'd been in this pose many a time with a succession of other girls and knew how to get the best pose. With her tongue partially imbedded in Bonnie's tiny box, she stared lewdly into the camera.
Harry snapped the picture. He beamed. "Good! Now you two swap places. Bonnie, you shove your tongue into Alison's cunt like she did to you."
Bonnie frowned. She made no move to position herself. She crinkled her nose. "Gee, I don't want to have a picture taken like that. I'm not a cunt-lapper!"
Harry frowned. "You said you wanted us to take pictures. That's why we stayed."
"But I thought..." Bonnie flushed. "I didn't think you'd expect me to pose as a cunt-lapper. I don't even like to lap 'em."
Harry hesitated; then he smiled. "Okay, dear. We're not going to force you to do anything you don't want." He began unloading his camera equipment.
"What're you doing?" Bonnie was alarmed.
"Getting my gear together. We still have time to go over and visit with Sue and Mike. They're not stuffy. They'll do anything I tell 'em. Come, dear." He patted Alison on the buttocks. "Get dressed. We'll go see Sue and Mike."
"Yes, dear." Alison sighed and tore her glance from the darling cunt she'd been sucking. Obediently she got to her feet and reached for her clothes. The dutiful, obeying wife.
"Wait!" Bonnie hopped up. She placed a hand over Harry's, staying his progress of dismantling his equipment. "Don't go. Please. I'll. . . I'll do anything you say." She hopped back onto the bed, spread her legs and held out her hands toward Alison. "Come, darling," she whispered throatily. "I'll suck you off."
Harry beamed. He reassembled his equipment. "That's more like it." He waved to Alison. "Get back on the bed, dear."
Alison whipped off the panties she'd been shoving onto her legs, and hopped back to her naked friend. She cuddled Bonnie to her and kissed her heartily. "Darling," she breathed, "I love you. I'll give you a good time. I'll make a lez out of you before the afternoon's over. I'll have you begging to suck me off."
"Yes. Yes." Bonnie heated up. The feel of the naked girl and the sight of big-prick Harry was having an effect. Wave after wave of passion swept through her. "What d'ya want me to do, Harry?"
"Move around on the bed. Go down on Alison the way she went down on you. Shove your tongue into her cunt. There. That's a girl!" Harry applauded her efforts. "Shove your tongue in and out a few times to get the feel of it while I focus the camera.
While Harry busied himself with the camera, Bonnie did as directed. She eased her hot tongue in and out of the hot hole. She grimaced at the touch of the moist hole and the pissy smell that assailed her cute nose. She made a wry face as the acrid odor and stinky moistness beat down on her finer senses. Ugh! This was awful. How could anyone in his right mind suck cunts? She dutifully bent to her sucking task, knowing that if she didn't, Harry would remove himself from the premises, taking with him that huge, solid cock that Bonnie had been staring at with longing all afternoon.
The very sight of the massive prick heated her up more than just a little. She wondered if there wasn't some way she could get next to it. Before Pete came home.
Harry, the expert cameraman, directed his subjects. His mind was intent on getting good pictures. He had a lot of money invested in this hobby and he prided himself on his expertise. To him, these two young, nude lovelies were but subjects to be posed. He posed them in various positions. He took shots of them sniffing at each other's ass-holes. Pictures of them sucking each other's tits. Feeling each other. Kissing each other, fingering each other and thoroughly and completely doing the Lesbian bit to each other.
Finally he was satisfied. "Okay, that does it. We'll wrap it up for now. Until Pete gets home. Then we'll get some swap shots of the four of us. You kids can let your hair down and do what you want." Harry went into the living room to pour a round of drinks.
When he came back, he whistled under his breath in surprise. The girls were down on each other. They were sucking each other off-but good. Alison had her tongue shoved deep into the teenager's twat. The teenager had her tongue shoved deep into the older girl's twat. Slurping, sucking noises emanated from the bed as the two girls serviced each other eagerly.
One, an experienced Lesbian. The other, a novice in the art of pussy bumping. The novice was giving a good account of herself. Bonnie slurped and nibbled at the now-tasty cunt she was lapping. Her outlook on cunt-lapping had undergone a change with each shove of her hot tongue into hot cunt. She no longer looked upon this as a gruesome ordeal. She loved every sucking minute of it. She resolved that in the future she would look into this cunt-lapping business and look into more cunts.
The two girls moved around on the bed, fighting for pleasures. First one on the top. Then the other. Tongues darted in on hot cunts. Fingers played with twats and ass-holes. The girls giggled, laughed and slapped each other while spasms of lust and passion swept through their wondrous bodies. Titties bumped and meshed against each other. Lips closed on lips. Kisses were exchanged. Assholes kissed. Cunts kissed. Finger-fucking. Squeals of delight. Moans of happiness.
Harry stared down fondly at the exotic scene. He was proud of his lovely blonde wife with the eager tongue. Many times in the past, Alison had warmed up eager young cunts for him. He loved his wife very much. She made him very happy, especially at a time like this when she had her tongue buried deep in the loveliest cunt he'd ever gazed upon. It had been a long time since he'd had a teenaged beauty like Bonnie under his wife's sucking tongue. He watched and he enjoyed.
Bonnie thrashed around and moaned. "Aaaaaaaaa ... Oooooooh ... I'm gonna come!" she wailed happily, feeling a grand swell of heat welling up inside. "Now!"
She unloaded in Alison's mouth. A tremendous load of creamy, hot nectar. Again and again she spasmed.
At the same time she felt a hot, sticky mess filling her mouth. She gulped and swallowed the gook. Again and again, Bonnie sucked the hot lava and shoved her tongue far into the hot box for more, more, more...
Bonnie eagerly swallowed the gook and unloaded load after load of her come into Alison's greedy mouth. The two girls thrashed around, dipping in their tongues for more and more of each other's nectar. Both girls were on cloud nine and reaching for the stars.
Finally the wells dried up. The thrashing, grinding bodies stopped moving. The girls lay side by side, too happy and contented to move. They smiled at each other. Tender, loving smiles.
"Thank you, darling," breathed Alison, patting Bonnie's hot box.
"Thank you, darling," echoed Bonnie, patting Alison's hot box.
"Thank both of you!" Harry chimed in. Though he hadn't been an active participant, he'd enjoyed it almost as much as they had.
Alison kissed Bonnie on the lips then hopped to her feet and headed for the bathroom.
Bonnie lay on her back. She was still steaming-hot and filled with passion and lust. Her glance settled on Harry's big cock. She felt an overwhelming urge to feel it in her cunt. She needed it-right now! Holding out her hands, she said, "Harry. Please fuck me."
"Now?" Harry eased toward the bed, a smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Right now! I'm so hot."
"But shouldn't we wait for Pete? Make it a swap? Him and Alison? You and me?" Harry continued to move forward. He knelt between her legs. He aimed his cockhead at her well sucked cunt. "It wouldn't be fair if we started without him," he pointed out as he pointed the head of his prick to her eager cunt.
"I can't wait!" wailed Bonnie, scooting up to engage his cock with her twitching cunt lips. "We'll worry about Pete some other time. Let's just the three of us have an afternoon session. Maybe we'll get together on a swap deal next week, or next month. Right now I want fucked!" She impaled the head of his cock into her well-lubricated cunt.
Harry smiled inwardly. Always it was like this. Alison had done her job well. And she had conveniently left the room as usual, leaving him alone with this delicious teenage dish.
Harry eased forward and entered Bonnie.
At that moment, Pete entered the bedroom!