Chapter 11
Carol, caught in a squeeze-play between husband and wife, joined the distaff side. She nodded agreement. "Yeah, prove it, Brad!" Generously, she hopped from under him, scrootched over and eased Helen into the place where she'd been laying. She grabbed Brad by the hips and hauled him on top of his wife. She aimed his limp instrument in the general direction of target zero. "Go ahead, Brad, prove she's even better at it than me! " "Now?" Brad turned anguished eyes in her direction and pointed to his limp dick.
"Right now!" Carol nodded brightly. Reaching down, she took hold of his limpness and headed it toward the hole. "Get it hard and sock it to 'er!"
Brad backed away, flushing. "But, I can't."
An incredulous look in her eyes, Carol said, "Why can't you?"
Brad sank back onto the bed, a thoroughly pussy-whipped young man. "Three times already tonight, Carol. I'm bushed. I gotta rest up and recharge my battery!"
Carol shook her head, then, winking surreptitiously at Helen, said, "You're not much of a man, Brad. You get all involved in this wife swapping business, and can't even get a hard-on."
Helen frowned. "You got it hard for her three times. Now you can't even get it hard once for me."
Carol stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should gel a substitute for him?" Helen perked up. "Paul?"
Carol shook her head. "No, I'm still pissed off at him." She brightened and snapped her fingers. "I know. Well call Harry! That night he took us both on, he didn't have any trouble getting hard. How many times was it? Six ... seven...?"
"Eight." Helen smiled in ecstasy. "Four times for each of us." She wriggled out from under her husband. "Do you have his phone number? Boy, I can't wait to feel that big thing in me!"
"Me, either!" Carol headed toward the door, holding hands with Helen. "Let's got call him. The phone's in the living room."
Brad rushed over and stood before them, not allowing them to pass. "No, you don't! You're not gonna bring that big prick over here."
"But we're all hot and bothered!" explained Carol. "This wife swapping business adds zest to us. We need a man, now! You say you can't take care of us. Okay, well call in an expert!"
Brad eased them back to the bed and sat them down. He frowned. "I said I'd take care of both of you tonight and I will." He squared his shoulders manfully. "Maybe if you both work out on me and yourselves...."
The two girls looked at each other again.
They nodded in unison. "We'll give him another chance!" Carol reached out and gathered the droopy wand in her hands. She toyed with it and then slid it into her mouth. "C'mon, little prick. Get big for Carol!"
Helen went around in back, knelt behind Brad and played with his buttocks and testicles. She bent forward and began sucking his asshole and his balls from the back while her buddy sucked his cock from the front.
Carol squealed in delight when she felt the cock stiffening in her mouth. Disengaging it for a moment, she said, "You know something, dear ... I think he's going to make it!"
"He is?" Helen's voice was charged with delight. "Let's get on the bed."
The three of them lay on a line across the bed, Carol half-sitting, back propped up on a pillow. Helen, the take charge guy, arranged them to her liking. She propped Carol up further and spread her legs apart, completely exposing her pussy. Then Helen bent forward, opening her mouth and snaking her tongue out.
Her gorgeous little ass pushed into her husband's face. "Take me from the back while I eat at this gorgeous restaurant," she ordered, dipping her mouth into Carol's crotch. While she ate ravenously at Carol's honey pot, she wiggled her ass around.
Brad, now thoroughly aroused, stroked and played with his wife's ass and pussy. He got to his knees behind her while he stroked and fondled the familiar parts.
Carol scrootched upward, offering a full course dinner to her lover. She stroked Helen's long, blonde hair and let her fingers wander down her back and around to the petite titties. She leaned forward to accept kisses from Brad's lips while he rammed his rod into his wife's asshole. To steady himself while leaning forward over his wife's back, Brad cupped his hands on Carol's melons.
Moving carefully so as not to dislodge each other from the sex pyramid, the three figures thrust forward and back. Helen's tongue was in Carol's pussy and Brad's cock was in his wife's ass. Occasionally, he'd shift it down into her pussy, then swap back to her asshole.
Carol moaned, wiggled around and felt a mounting excitement. From her vantage point she could see everything. The feel of Helen's tongue in her pussy drove her wild. For her part, Helen was reaching a zenith, what with Brad's big cock jumping from her cunt to her asshole with increasing vigor and zest. "This is fun!" she squealed.
Brad was the first to come. He rammed it deeply into Helen's cunt and unloaded.
His forward lunge shoved Helen forward, deeper into Carol's sexpot. "I'm coming, too!" cried Helen, her voice muffled by the cavern she was in. She sucked harder and harder. "Come now, darling..." she squealed between sucks.
"Right now!" Carol obliged her lover. She cut loose with an orgasm. A minor one, but satisfying.
Then the three began wrestling on the bed in complete abandon. Carol squealed and giggled when she rubbed her breasts against Brad's chest. He pressed his lips against hers. Helen moved in between them, fighting for her share of love. She kissed Brad, then Carol. She scrootched around on the bed and plumped her well fucked ass onto her husband's face. "Suck it!" she ordered.
Brad did. Then Carol shoved his lips away and she sucked the asshole and the pussy that were still moist from Brad's come. Thrills multiplied rapidly for Carol as she wrestled and played grab-ass with her two companions.
The playful action heated Brad up and his limp cock began to respond again.
Carol and Helen took turns sucking it to hardness. Finally it was stiff again. Both girls lay flat on their backs, legs spread wide, cunts open and arms outstretched.
"My turn!" squealed Carol.
"My turn!" squealed Helen.
Brad deliberated only momentarily. Since Carol was closest, he climbed aboard and shoved it in. He cut loose with several hard thrusts. Then he backed away, jumped over gorgeous legs, knelt between his wife's legs and rammed it into her. He gave her several strokes, then he went back to Carol.
Then back to Helen.
He then rolled each girl onto their stomachs, shoved an arm under their flat tummies and hoisted them ass-up.
Attacking them from the rear, he shoved his cock into Carol's asshole. Then into Helen's. Then into Carol, "then Helen . . .
Easing over to her lover while they both had their heads down on the bed and their asses up in the air, Carol kissed her and said, "Your husband's quite a man."
Helen returned the kiss. "He's extra hot tonight because you're here with us, lover. He flips for you."
"Like I flip for you, darling?" Carol kissed her.
"And like I flip for you, dear." Helen returned the kiss and the affection.
"Okay-, you can flip over and do it for each other. I'll watch." Brad smacked them both smartly on the ass.
Needing no further prodding, the girls went for each other with a passion. Carol dove for Helen's pussy and Helen dove for hers. Within seconds the girls were locked in a fierce, loving embrace, each lovely mouth deeply imbedded in an equally lovely pussy.
Brad, shaking his head in disbelief, sank onto the bed beside them and watched. The furious action, the sucking noises, the slurping sounds, the lovely pink bodies thrashing around, the bouncing titties being fingered, cupped, sucked and tweaked, were awe inspiring to a mere male. He wondered to himself how two lovely girls could get so much pleasure from kissing each other on the cunts. They kissed each other on the titties, assholes, thighs, ass cheeks and even on the ankles.
Not a spot on either girl remained unkissed or unsucked while he watched them play. They mounted each other as though they were man and girl, rubbing sex parts together and mouthing obscenities. They slapped each other gently, then kissed the slapped parts, crying and cooing.
The feeling of disgust Brad felt for such carryings-on gave way to a sense of pride. His wife was good at this game. He loved the little Lesbian and he adored her friend, Carol. A stray thought struck him while he watched the two girl lovers in action. Maybe he and Paul...?
For some reason Carol was pissed off at Paul. He knew Carol well enough by now to know that if he tried to get Paul back into the action, it would be the end of the swap party for the night. Carol was hard headed enough to go through with her threat to ignore him if he invited Paul into the action.
Helen would also go through with her threat to go home in a taxi.
Still, it didn't seem fair to Brad for Paul to be cooped up in the bedroom in the next room, all alone and missing out on the fun.
Watching his wife and her friend getting so much pleasure out of sucking each other raised a whole, new trend of thoughts in Brad's mind. Maybe that's what all this swapping was about? Mate swapping. Wives getting together ... Husbands...?
Brad slipped from the bed, silently stole across the room, opened the door and slid out. He closed the door behind him.
Carol was the first to notice his absence. After climaxing with Helen several times, culminating in a glorious orgasm, she rolled over, expecting to bump into Brad, laying alongside the two girls.
"Where's Brad?" she asked.
Helen, easing around on the bed and cuddling into her lover's arms, frowned. "I don't know. He was there a few minutes ago." She nestled into Carol's embrace. "Darling," she cooed, "I love you." She rested her mouth on one of Carol's large tits, drew it in and nibbled on the nipple.
"I know. I love you, too, dear." Carol kissed the top of Helen's blonde hair. Then she went back to the mystery that was bugging her. "Where'd he go?"
"To the john?" Helen, completely sated and willing to ease up for awhile, got to her feet, stretched and yawned.
Carol joined her and they walked over to the bathroom.
"He's not in there."
"Maybe he went into the living room for a drink? Or the kitchen for a snack?"
"Let's go see. I could use a drink and a snack myself. I'm hungry."
Helen giggled. "After all the eating you've done on me, you're still hungry?"
"That's a different kind of eating, dear." Carol patted Helen's cunt as they left the room and headed toward the living room and kitchen.
Carol had a sudden thought. Motioning for Helen to follow, she tiptoed toward the other bedroom. Placing her ear to the door she could hear strange noises. Opening the door a crack, she peered in. She could see action on the bed, in the dimly lighted room.
Carol's mouth slacked in surprise and horror. She motioned for Helen to peek in, too.
Helen did and an involuntary gasp sprang from her lips.
Carol quickly closed the door and stared at Helen.
Helen stared at Carol.
Both girls walked slowly toward the living room area. A thoughtful frown possessed both pretty faces . . .
Carol could tell Paul was up to something by the way he cozied up to her while she was at the sink doing the supper dishes. He wrapped his hands around her waist, nuzzled his mouth to the back of her neck and kissed her several times.
"Darling, I love you," he whispered, letting his hands wander upward. His fingers unbuttoned buttons and unzippered zippers on her dress.
"And I love you, too. Now stop horsing around and let me get with the dishes." Carol felt her dress fall from her shoulders and watched it slide down over her breasts, her hips and down her legs, billowing to the floor.
Paul next unhooked the bra and lifted it from the gorgeous melons. "Wow!" His fingers played with the titties while his kisses wandered down her back. "They're lovely!"
"I know." Carol continued washing the dishes, pretending not to be aware of the fact that she was now dressed in nothing but her panties. His fingers were roving over her goodies like an octopus. Paul had used this approach many times in the past, usually when he was about to spring a surprise on her. She felt herself tingling all over and beginning to melt into a hot hunk of jelly, the way it always happened whenever fingers and hands played with her.
Paul expertly slid her panties off and she stepped from them.
Carol was now completely nude, still pretending to be interested in getting the dishes done.
Paul, also completely nude, and completely aroused, was not the least bit interested in dishes. He continued to stroke his wife's bareness. His hands and fingers roved up and down her spine. He tickled her between the legs. He tweaked at her titties. He kissed her neck and her back and let his tongue sweep all the way down her back like, a paint brush.
Carol maintained a tight grip on her control and an even tighter grip on the wash rag. She steeled herself, vowing not to allow herself to be conned into another brainstorm of his. She hummed a tune and acted indifferently, pretending he wasn't even there as he fingered her asshole.
Paul eased her legs apart. He ran his hands between her thighs, rubbing gently at her honey pot, tweaking the brown, curly cunt hairs and sliding his fingers in and out of the slot. He massaged the button. To allow himself more freedom of movement he knelt on the floor behind her. This brought his mouth within kissing range of her ass. He snaked his tongue into her asshole, then into her dampening cunt.
Carol squirmed around to allow him more freedom. She reasoned that maintaining a tight grip on her control was one thing, but it wouldn't hurt to bend a little and make it easier for him to suck her cunt. She almost dropped a few dishes, especially when his tongue settled on her clitty. "There! See what you almost made me do!" She caught the dishes before they fell.
Paul spun her around, got up from his knees and drew her into his embrace. He showered a considerable number of kisses on her lips. "So what? We can always get new dishes!" He waltzed her around the kitchen floor for a few turns, then sat on a straight backed kitchen chair. He eased her down and let his cock slide into her cunt while she sat on his lap. There were face to face.
Carol, melting into a creamy sex-pot as his dick rammed deep into her, moved slowly up and down on the shaft. "Okay, lover boy, out with it. What's on your mind? What's cooking?"
"My, you're a suspicious one." Paul held her by the waist and bounced her up and down on his cock, letting his tongue suck at her titties as they bounced in front of his mouth at the same time.
"Another swap game?" Carol hazarded a guess. When he acted like this, he had something up his sleeve.
Paul frowned and almost missed a stroke. "Hell no! That's out! No more swapping for me."
Carol was shook. This was a surprise! "Gee, just when I was looking forward to it. I was kind of hoping we'd get together with Harry and Rita again." She rolled her eyes in mock joy. "That Harry ...! "
The frown on Paul's face deepened. He glared at her. "You kinda liked that big cock!"
Carol shuddered in delight and squeezed against her husband. "He sure had a big one!" she cooed. "Man, I can still feel it. Let's go see them again. You liked Rita, didn't you?" she needled.
"That big flab!" He grimaced. He shook his head. "Swapping's out. You were right about it."
Carol beat back a smile of triumph. A wife doesn't gloat when she's won a round in the constant war with the husband, not if she wants to remain a wife. She bounced harder and harder on his cock, letting her titties bounce against his face. "If it isn't swapping you have on your mind, what is it?"
"Brad and Helen. I've had quite a few talks with Brad. We bump into each other quite often down town. We eat at the same restaurant and have the same lunch hour."
Carol frowned. "You want to keep on swapping with them? " "Hell no! I said swapping's out. This is something else." "Oh...?"
"A friendship. We need a young couple to pal around with. Visit with and play cards with. Go to shows with. Sit around and talk with. Brad was telling me about the hobbies he has...."
"Like wife swapping? " Carol got her dig in.
"Can't you get off that kick!" Paul frowned and missed another stroke. He held her at arms length, stopped stroking entirely and said, "He mentioned his rock collection and his coin collection. He also has a few rare stamps. He's quite a hobbyist. Wants to get me interested...."
"So...?" Carol continued to wiggle around a bit on his cock to keep it from getting soft.
"He wants us to come over to his house Saturday."
"Okay. Well go." Carol's eyes lit up at the chance to see her little blonde lover again. She had missed her the past couple of weeks.
Paul began stroking again. "What he has in mind is maybe me and him getting together on this hobby business. He has a cellar full of things. And maybe while me and him are busy with his collection, you and Helen can...." He broke off, flushing a bit.
"Can what?" Carol frowned.
"Maybe go shopping or bowling, or something. You'd be bored while me and him were talking about hobbies." Paul began stroking harder.
Carol pondered and met his thrusts. A chance to be alone with Helen excited her, but she didn't want to spend the time at a movie, or a shopping center or tossing a bowling ball down the alleys. She could think of far better things to do while she was alone with the young blonde. Much more interesting things. She nodded. "Sounds good to me. Tell them we'll come Saturday."
"That's my girl!" Paul crushed her to him and increased the tempo of his stroking. He bounced Carol on his lap. Each bounce drove his prick deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Aaaah! Ooooh...." Carol wiggled around like a well lubricated machine as she went up and down on his piston. Stroke and counter-stroke. "What a man!" she crooned. "What a gorgeous hunk of man. Sock it to me, dear. Sock it to me ... Aaaah ... Oooh!" She moaned and thrashed on her husband's lap.
Paul ran his fingers up and down her spine, lifting her up and setting her down. They often tried it this way and both got considerable enjoyment from it.
Tonight it seemed to Carol that Paul was aroused more than usual. Maybe because she'd agreed to his new proposition. Little did he know the real reason she'd agreed so readily was because it would give her a chance to get next to Helen.
She shut everything from her mind and concentrated on the pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his strong, supple body and squeezed her breasts to his hairy chest. She let her fingers roam around on his sides and up and down his buttocks. "Paul," she breathed. "Paul."
He cupped her breasts in his hands, squeezing them and lapping them with a wet, warm tongue. He nibbled at the nipples. Unhurriedly he moved up and down in her, adjusting to the rhythm of her wiggling fanny. He ran his fingertips over her breasts again, delicately. She trembled with twinges of delight.
Paul kissed her tenderly, tickled her behind the ears. No rush. He completely savored his adorable wife, so beautiful and so hot. He wondered why he allowed himself to be talked into swapping. He should have his head examined, exposing this gorgeous little cunt to big pricks like Harry. From here on in he'd keep this thing to himself. No sharing it with any other guy.
He ran his hands around on her wonderful, creamy ass cheeks and felt their smoothness. His fingers ran along her thighs and down her calves. He could feel his passion rising high inside her, though he was in no hurry.
Carol got hotter by the moment. She, too, was in no rush. She'd learned to pace herself with Paul. She tingled all over at the feel of his hands on her body. They were strong, masculine fingers, probing, pinching, tickling.
"Paul, Paul. You're getting me so hot! Aaaa! Ooooh...." Carol scrootched around on his lap.
"Carol, Carol!" He hoisted her up and down on his piston rod, watching while it went in and out. It was a lovely sight. The vaginal lips grabbed at the throbbing instrument, squeezing it and holding it. He inched outward, letting her slide further down onto him. He spread her legs wider, exposing more and more.
Carol rolled around and increased her up and down movements. She wanted it so badly her heart pounded and her temperature soared. She wanted more and more of him, more- "Aaaa ... ooooh!" she screamed in rapture as the spasms shook her. It was deeper and more glorious than she'd ever known before. He was deep inside, filling her so full that the ecstasy was doubled and tripled. She came in a wild orgasm at the same time he arched his back and shot his wad.
Hot, liquid lava melted between them, filling her cavity to running over, sending a warm liquid down her thighs and wetting his hairy thighs with his own hot liquid. She crushed him to her breasts as she spasmed in wild convulsions.
The ecstasy receded gradually, like waves withdrawing reluctantly from a beach. They rocked back and forth for a long time, face to face and lips against lips. Her breasts pushed against his chest as they heaved with each ragged breath.
"Carol. Carol. I love you so much!" He drew her to his chest and let her head rest on his shoulder. His hands roved up and down her back and buttocks.
"Oh, Paul, I'm so happy! You're such a man!" She could still feel the stirring of his limber dick inside her. She pulled her thighs together to compress her vaginal lips and maintain her grip on his cock.
"It'll always be like this, hon. Just the two of us. No one else? " "No one else." She nuzzled into his arms. She made a mental reservation. No one else dear. No other man, but she'd always find a place in her heart for her lover, Helen.
It was only Wednesday, but already she was looking forward to Saturday. She'd have to make plans with Helen. She'd call her tomorrow.