Chapter 2
Carol had done it for the shock effect and to show her husband that she wasn't pleased with his attitude and his insistence on going through with the swapping. While she felt the prick hardening in her mouth, she heard the surprised reactions.
"Carol!" gasped Paul.
"Wow!" gasped Harry.
"H'mmm," gasped Rita. Then she added, giggling, "That's a girl, Carol. Suck the fat bastard good. He likes it that way."
Carol took the older girl's advice and sucked greedily.
She drew the enlarging cock into her throat. It jumped to attention. Like she'd figured, he had a man sized prick. King sized. She almost gagged when it grew and stiffened under her sucking. It was immense, much larger than Paul's. Longer and fatter. She'd never sucked one quite this big before, even during her college days when she'd mouthed many a one.
Carol's lust grew with the size of Harry's prick. Every nerve in her body screamed to take it into her cunt. She sucked it a few more times, then got to her feet. Throwing herself into the fat man's embrace she said, "I'm ready. Where's the bed?"
Taking her hand, Harry led her from the room. His eyes were burning with lust. "Come along Paul, and you, too, Rita. We'll have us a ball in the bedroom."
Leading his swap flock into the master bedroom, Harry wasted no time. He eased Carol onto the bed, spread her legs wide and stared down at the sight. "Man, that looks good!" His lips slobbered as his fingers explored her twat.
Carol stared up at him, her thoughts racing, Let him suck it. Make him stick his big tongue all the way in before he socks it to me.
As though reading her mind, Harry knelt on the bed, inched his massive body forward, bent his head, opened his mouth and attacked her pussy. He lapped at her tiny cunt with brush like strokes of his big tongue.
He vacuumed his mouth against her vaginal lips and inhaled with mighty blasts, all the while letting his tongue dart in and out.
Reaching down, Carol grabbed his immense cock and pulled on it, signalling that she wanted to give it a mouthing job at the same time.
Harry quickly obliged. He swung his massive legs up and over Carol's pretty face and let his massive buttocks squirm down, aiming his prick at the pretty target. . . her lips.
Carol eagerly accepted the monster in her mouth and together they sucked each other off, emitting animal-like sounds of enjoyment.
"Aaaaaah ... Oooooooh...." Carol moaned happily, drawing his large tool in and out and squirming under his tongue lashing. "I love! I love it!" She was dimly aware of two bodies thrashing around on the bed beside her as Paul and Rita followed their lead. They, too, were having a sucking good time.
Carol whimpered and moaned in ecstasy. Her head bobbed up and down as she accepted Harry's cock in her mouth. It was so big, she thought, and getting bigger with every suck! And the things Harry was doing to her cunt with his mouth, tongue and big fingers. She was about ready to climb the walls. "I'm ready, Harry!" she screamed, beating at his fat rump. "Ready!"
Harry rolled around on the bed and landed on top of her. He was very careful not to put his entire weight on her small, slender body. He eyed her for a moment, then eyed her cunt. "Think you can take it?" There was a measure of doubt in his voice.
Carol stared at Paul for a long moment. He and Rita had stopped and were kneeling beside them, watching. "Think I can take that big old prick in me, Paul?" Her voice taunted him.
Paul flushed. For the first time since their arrival at the Dodson's a look of doubt came to his eyes. He stared at Harry's huge cock.
While Paul was deliberating, Harry acted. He shoved forward. With a slurping sound he sank his huge, thick cock into the tiny cunt.
Carol cried out in pain. "Ooooow ... Oooooow," she moaned. "It hurts! It's too big ... Take it out ... Ooooow!" Tears of pain came to her eyes and she sobbed.
"Take it easy, doll. Relax." Bending over, Rita placed her hand on Carol's forehead and stroked. "You'll adjust soon. The old bastard affects all the young girls this way the first time. Relax. Don't tense up. There. There. Now you're doing it," she encouraged. "Move slowly. Don't fight it. Ride with it. Relax ... That beginning to feel better...?"
Carol smiled up at Harry's wife while she accepted his big prick in her tight cunt. "It's beginning to feel. . . okay...."
Carol adjusted. In. Out. Harder. Faster. She rode with the big man and his big cock. Now that it no longer hurt, it felt good. She crooned happily. "Oooooh ... Aaaaaaaah. Sock it to me, Harry. Sock it to me. It feels so good ... Oooooh. I've never had one this big before. Ooooooh...."
Harry worked his hands underneath her ass, gripped her lovely asscheeks with his hands, and pulled her upward to meet his thrusts. His prick was throbbingly hard as it plunged into her steaming cunt. The massive dong sunk deeply every time, bringing screams of delight to the recipient. "You have such a tiny cunt!" Harry's voice contained a measure of delight. "Tiniest hole I've filled in a long time...."
"Oooooh ... Aaaah ... Now! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Carol thrashed around wildly and spasmed several times, moving faster and faster under his thrusts. "Come with me...." she screamed.
Harry obliged. He lunged deeply into the tiny cavity and let go with a gigantic orgasm at the same time his gorgeous little swap mate unloaded.
The king sized bed shook and rocked under the pounding.
Carol stared deeply into her husband's eyes as Harry pounded into her. She had a moment of triumph when she saw a thoughtful look in his eyes as the big cock went in and out of her tiny hole.
She lay for a long moment under Harry's weight. Then she shoved him off. He lay beside her panting and gasping for breath, a contented look on his face. "Now, let's see you and Rita in action," she said.
Carol watched while her husband fucked Rita. She beat back a smile while she watched him struggle valiantly to heat up the old war horse and make a futile attempt to fill her cavity. It was obvious that Rita was accustomed to king sized pricks like Harry's. Paul's was an average run-of-the-mill size, hardly suitable for a girl of Rita's capacity.
Paul struggled and strained, bounced and pounded. At last, he reached an orgasm but it was plainly an unsatisfactory one. Rita frowned in annoyance at the conclusion of the act. "Glad that's over," she mumbled, half-aloud.
Carole crinkled her nose at Paul. He flushed, but his pride wouldn't acknowledge he'd failed the big test.
Reaching down, Carol placed her fingers on Harry's limp but impressive cock. "Shall we get it up again?"
Harry nodded. "If any one can, you're the one can, doll." He eased Carol's head down. "Kiss'm first."
"Carol!" Paul's voice was sharp, cross. He frowned.
"Yes?"
"Maybe we should call it quits for the night. Harry's tired. We gotta get up for work tomorrow...."
Carol hesitated. A surge of triumph swept through her. Paul had been all enthused about coming here to play swaps with the Dodson's. Now, he was ready to call it quits. Rita, the exotic dancer, hadn't lived up to his expectations, and Harry had exceeded all expectations. Paul couldn't take being upstaged.
Carol stared at Paul. Then she stared at Harry's emerging maleness. She decided to teach Paul a lesson he wouldn't forget in a long time. Besides, she still had hot pants and a longing to feel that big thing in her again. It was once in a lifetime chance, finding one like that.
She shook her head. "Let's stick around."
Harry echoed her sentiment. He was aroused again and raring for more action. "Yeah, the night's still young. We got plenty of time." Shoving Carol onto her back, he mounted her. "I want more of this adorable little pussy!"
Carol squealed in delight when the immense cock slid in. This time the entry was effected easily, since she'd already been well reamed. "Oh, Paul!" she squealed, wiggling her ass under the big man. "He's sooo big. It feels so good in my little ole cunt!" She blew her husband a kiss and crinkled her nose. "Watch him and get some pointers in case you and me ever do this together again. Of course," she added thoughtfully, "yours'll never feel the same after this one...."
"You, you...." Paul slobbered at the mouth. He glared at his wife "Paul...?" Carol eyed him sweetly, moving up to accept Harry's lunges.
"Paul...?" Carol eyed him sweetly, moving up to accept Harry's lunges.
"Yes?"
"Get lost. You annoy me, sitting there. Take your chubby friend and go find another bed. Me and this heavy hung bastard don't want you watching. Do we, dear?" She appealed to Harry, who was pounding into her like a well-oiled piece of machinery.
"Hell no. We don't need spectators. Get lost, Paul. Take Rita with you."
A taut smile crossed Carol's face as she watched her husband walk slowly away, a brooding look in his eyes and a thoughtful frown on his face.