Sadie'S Swap Party
Sadie R. was an early high school dropout. She was barely sixteen when she left school and became a waitress in a diner catering mostly to traveling salesmen, truck drivers and the usual town drifters. Every time a strange man came into the restaurant, her thighs felt an exciting moisture, and her eyes got glassy as they focused on the front of the man's trousers.
One Friday night she'd sexed it up with five traveling salesmen. One had been a hulking black brute. It had been a rather horrible experience, and she tried not to think of it.
But the scene kept intruding upon her mind. There'd been the five men, four girls, and an almost endless round of swapping, fucking, sucking, drinking, nakedness and uninhibited sex.
She would never forget Mike, the black man.
She would never forget being drunk, lying naked on the bed on her side with Bob's hard cock in her mouth-with Alex's huge pole working into her ass-with Carl's equally big cock sunk into her pussy, rubbing and jostling in her guts against Alex's cock, the two separated only by a thin membrane-as she used both hands to jack Mike and the other man off. Mike had the biggest blackest cock she'd ever seen, and she hadn't been able to take it.
She was sore yet from all that had happened. But she was also the center, the focus of all eyes, and the receiver of all kinds of propositions. Especially from Mike.
And Mike turned her on. Oh, how she wished she could get all of his big tool in her snatch, but it was impossible. She could only get the head of it in her mouth and when he'd tried to force it into her pussy, it had been pure hell.
He picked her up after work that evening and took her for a ride. He found a private place far out in the country and turned off the main road. When he parked at a beautiful picnic site, Sadie unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. She actually felt a little dizzy from wanting Mike, and from a sudden fear.
Mike was smiling. He took her hand and led her over to a picnic table. He kissed her once, but it was a soft, chaste kiss.
Sadie began trembling. He took her hand again. "Come," he said, "let's look around."
He pulled her to her feet, and she went suspiciously and cautiously with him. Fear and dread spread through Sadie's mind like a stain.
They went down a dark lane to the edge of a river. Mike stopped and took her into his arms. They kissed, and Sadie pressed her body to him and her nipples expanded almost painfully against the confinement of her bra.
They lost balance and toppled to the ground. The ground was soft and mossy, and they seemed to sink into it. Sadie was overcome with a floating sensation.
She laughed when Mike's hands explored her breasts, squeezing, rubbing gently. She arched her back and pushed her breasts against his hands. "Ummm, that feels good," she said.
"Want me to do more?"
"Oh, Mike, you'll hurt me!"
He kissed her ass his hands roamed under her short skirt. He pushed his hand under her elastic leg bands and stroked her pussy lips until they became wet. Shivers of excitement went through Sadie.
Slowly, she unzipped his pants and found his hard cock. She shivered at the size of it, then engulfed its head with her lips. She sighed and closed her eyes as her tongue played with its tip. The sensation of sliding her tongue up and down the underside of his thing was sensual and satisfying. She pushed her hands under his pants and locked his weight against her. She plunged her tongue once more down the side of his shaft, and Mike groaned.
"Oh, God, Sadie, when you do that-"
She kept her face tight against him, his cock warm against her cheeks. She inhaled his male smell, absorbed his warmth. He was already gasping and moaning as an orgasm built swiftly in his loins. Sadie moved so he couldn't reach her thighs.
She wanted him. She wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure. She wanted that hard meat of his inside her!
But she was scared of its size.
He moved to bury his cock in her belly. He gripped her arms. "Oh-uh-uhhh!" he cried.
At that moment, he reached his peak, and his semen began spurting onto her belly, thick and hot. He moaned and groaned.
After he rolled away, Sadie lubricated herself with his own juices.
It took Mike only about five minutes to get a hard-on again. He looked at Sadie, and his gaze was very intent. A shiver went through her. Could she take his cock? She looked at it, and the sick, all-gone feeling in her stomach got worse. She began breathing fast, open-mouthed.
"No-please, no-," she begged.
"Please, let me try."
He poised himself above her and with his hands, brought his hard cock to the lips of her cunt. It was long and thick, and its skin drew back to reveal a large, violet head.
Her fingers dug into his neck. She was gasping.
"Look at it," he said. "You want it. You want me to fuck you!"
Her gaze fastened on his projecting cock. It was slowly parting her cunt lips.
Mike pushed his hips closer-closer. Sadie was pinned down. She could not move. His cock entered her pussy, and the heat of it was like a brand.
"Oh, Christ, it hurts!" Sadie cried.
"Take it, Sadie. I'll be gentle. I want to come in you. It will feel so good. You know you want it-"
Sadie sobbed. She could no longer stand the pain. "Oh, Mike, don't push it any further. Please, Mike-"
He waited, the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He nuzzled her lips, and a great sea of despair and need rose to claim Sadie's entire being.
She spread her legs and felt his warm, silky glans. She pressed her hands on his back and pushed downward. Mike pushed his cock into her, long inches of it, deep into her body.
Sadie writhed and moaned.
Mike fucked it to her.
It was over quickly. He caressed her hair and groaned, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-." At the end, his voice shook, and he was panting. His fingers dug into her scalp.
He sent three splashes of semen into her, grunting over her head. She pushed upward to receive his juices. She fucked him until there was no more pleasure left to give, until he pulled his huge, hot cock from her pussy.
Sadie looked down and saw she was bleeding. The crimson liquid ran down both her legs. Mike turned away, and she thought he was going to vomit. She tried to get up, but the pain forced her back on the grass.
"Oh, Sadie, I didn't intend to hurt you," Mike wailed. "Can you stand up?"
When Sadie tried, she couldn't.
"Shall I get you to a doctor?" Mike asked.
"Not unless you have to. Let me rest a minute, and I'll try to get up again."
"This is a terrible thing I did to you," Mike said, bitterness in his voice.
"I love you, Mike-so much-"
"And I love you. But this is awful." Mike was shaking like a leaf. Finally, he added, "Let me help you to the car. I'll get you to town, and by then we ought to know if you need a doctor."
Fresh tears welled up in Sadie's eyes as she nodded. Mike helped her into the car, and she cried all the way to town.
However, the pain had somewhat subsided. She was crying because she feared she could never fuck Mike properly. The best she could do was watch some other girl take what he had in some sort of swap party.
She huddled on the seat and wanted to die.
Sadie was miserable in the days that followed. For two whole days, she was confined to her bed. She had no desire for food, and when she tried to sleep, her dreams tormented her. Still she wanted Mike's huge cock in her. Couldn't something be done? Why couldn't she stretch to accommodate it?
On Thursday evening, there wasn't much business at the restaurant. Sadie was moping over the counter when the salesman named Carl came in. She looked up, and there he was.
He sat down beside her. "Sadie, what's going on? What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said dully.
He kept probing, and finally, she thought: Hell, why not tell him? She did.
"There's something a girl can do about a thing like that," he said.
"What?"
"See a doctor."
"Oh, shit!" Sadie couldn't help feeling vindictive and cruel. "Leave me alone, Carl," she said. "I-I don't want to see you."
"No. I want to help you do something about this," he said. "It's damned important!" He grabbed her hand. "Come on!"
She let him pull her to his car. He said testily, "Get in! We're going for a drive, and we're going to talk until we get this thing settled!"
Sadie acted reluctant, but even then, she hoped he could do something about her condition.
He drove north on the highway.
"Okay, now, why don't you want to see a doctor?"
"Oh, Carl, I've been fucking a lot, and I don't want any doctor to know about me!" Her voice sounded dead.
"A doctor won't give a shit about your sex life!" Carl had pulled off the highway and stopped. He turned and said, "Let me have it. Let me try to stretch you."
Sadie stared at her hands in her lap. "I want to. I can't resist when someone asks." She fought back her tears, and her voice became gaspy and hesitant. "But, Carl, I'm sore-sore."
He stared at her, and she could feel his eyes.
"Yes, I know," he told her. "But I'll be careful."
"All right, Carl, if you're telling the truth-"
It was a weird session. Sadie became all tied up with love and belonging. She was greedy as she tried to take Carl's hard cock. It hurt-hurt.
"You're a compulsive fucker," Carl told her.
She agreed. "Yes, I've been this way since I was six years old," she said.
Carl penetrated her, but the pain was so great she made him take it out.
"Oh, Jesus," he said, shaking his head, "You've got to get help!"
He started the car again and pulled back onto the highway. He drove, without speaking, to a side road that curved up into the mountains. High on a ridge, there was a house. Carl drove up to it and stopped.
"A friend lives here," he told Sadie, taking a deep breath.
"So what?" she asked.
"He and his wife like a good party. And he's not too big." He hit the steering wheel with his palm. "I'm hot for pussy! I'm a sizzling bomb!"
"I'm sorry, Carl."
"And if you can't take it, old Sid likes a suck job."
Sadie couldn't speak. She just nodded. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and she began sobbing. "I've sucked off a lot of boys. I started when I was eight." Sadie felt a terrible misery in her.
Carl kissed her. She sought his mouth hungrily, enjoying the sweetness of his lips, the exciting magic of his tongue. She wanted to suck him off to start with, fill her mouth with his cock, his semen.
He helped her out of the car and up the walk. Sid and Jean Conway met them at the door. After short introductions, things happened fast. Sadie ran Sid's zipper down and reached into his pants. She found his hard cock and pulled it up, doing things to it delicately. It wasn't very big.
But it made her breathe fast. Aroused by the feel of his cock in her hand, she whispered, "I want it in me!" She slid around and spread her legs to receive it, sinking back in utter content as Sid mounted her.
He went deep into her easily. She strained upward to take all he had. Then she closed her eyes.
He pressed even deeper, and she smelled male sweat. She bucked and moaned with happiness. The pain was gone-everything was gone but his wonderful cock. She began a slow raising and dipping of her hips. Her pussy was wet and hot for him.
Long, slow, delicious moments passed. Then she began to tense. Sid's breathing speeded up as she tightened her pussy lips around his shaft. She gripped his thighs as he gripped her waist.
"Oh, Jesus, Sadie-"
He began to plunge harder. Sadie moaned. He was panting very fast, his body tensed. "Ohhh-uhhh-"
Thick spurts of semen splashed into her. She loved it. She writhed under him as he moaned and continued spurting more and more.
Finally, it ended, and Sadie opened her eyes. The world was still there, unchanged. Carl and Jean were in throes of an orgasm. Carl moaned over her, his fists clenched.
After about ten minutes, Sadie and Carl returned to the car. He shut the door and asked, "Satisfied?"
"Yes, temporarily," she said.
"Well, you fuck around with short-horns, like Sid," Carl said. "Later, we'll find bigger cocks-and little by little-"
An irrational fear suffocated Sadie.
"We'll get you stretched to take Mike, darling-"
She pushed at him. "No-no!" She was afraid she'd be able only to take a cock up to a certain size. Beyond that, there would be only pain and the ripping of her insides. She'd never be able to accommodate Mike!
They rode along in cold silence.
Finally, Carl asked, "Won't you try?"
"Well, all right," she said.
He drove her back to the restaurant.
Sadie learned that some five million couples in the United States enjoy an exchange of partners for sexual intercourse. They are both marrieds and singles. One out of every ten married couples have participated in spouse swapping. And the figures are increasing.
Mostly, these swap parties are instigated by men. Men are by nature more swap minded than women. Women, as a rule, are promiscuous only when tired of a lover.
Or, as in Sadie's case, they are unable to accommodate their lover.
Sadie and Mike began doing a lot of swapping. Lying close to Mike and his partner, Sadie would grab him in the throes of her orgasm and reap great excitement from his touch, his kiss. Then she would become frightened and unhappy because it wasn't his huge, hard cock in her.
At times, a resentment and hostility brewed in Sadie, and made her feel insecure. Her sense of unrest engendered disharmony, and, at times, she would quarrel with Mike.
But, finally, after a period of sex with other men less endowed, Sadie again found the courage to try to take Mike's big cock.
Things were better than before, though fucking was still painful. Mike was patient and careful. The first time he fucked her after their period of swapping, he got her drunk, hoping it wouldn't hurt so badly. He started kissing her and saying, "I love you-I love you." Then he flattened her on the bed.
He was hot as hell, and his big cock stabbed at her belly. She was getting pretty hot herself and was delighted when one of his hands found her pussy. She wanted his tremendous cock that was long and thick and strong. She wanted it buried deep in her. Jesus, she was wet between the legs! Mike looked tense as he hovered above her.
"Oh, fuck me, Mike!" she cried.
He was acting frantic as he got his cock between her legs. She took it in her hand and guided it to her hole. Mike poised there for a moment, then slowly, carefully forced it in.
He began pumping, making his ass go up and down, forward and back. He hurt terribly-and yet he felt deliciously good!
He found his pace and pistoned in and out of her cunt until Sadie wanted to scream from the joy of it. She sensed that he was about to come, so she put her hands on both sides of his ass and gave him the works. She fucked him like he'd never been fucked before, she knew, giving him a hell of a hump.
He gasped and moaned, and she felt his hot juices painting her whole insides. He came, and he kept coming, and he kept on trying to come after he'd stopped coming. She'd given him the best she had, which was an awful lot.
Pretty soon, he wanted it again. And again.
Sadie got pregnant.
So they were married because they were in love.
In the beginning, they continued to indulge in swap parties. But the truth was that Mike was the most satisfying partner, and he kept insisting that Sadie was, too. Eventually, they stopped swapping.
Sadie had her baby, a sweet little girl.
After the birth of little Susie, Sadie's cunt seemed to have stretched. But it was still snug and tight, and Mike said it was the best pussy he'd ever had.
Sex was wonderful for the two of them. Sweet pussy! Big cock! And action, man! Sadie would beg, "Screw me, Mike!" Mike's cock would instantly rise to a full erection, and they'd both start panting for a come. Mike would prong her deep and true, burying his huge spear in her to the handle. He'd pump away, and Sadie would writhe and groan under him.
"I'm coming!" he'd yell. Sadie would feel herself coming, too.
He'd shoot spurts and spurts of semen into her.
And that was their reward for patience and the ability to keep trying.