Chapter 4
The session at the Dodson's started off slowly with the introductions and small talk. The newcomers were shown around the mansion and the swimming pool. Once they all adjourned to the living room area, the pace quickened. Especially when Harry went behind the bar and mixed the drinks.
Carol's heart went out to Helen Peterson. She seemed so out of place in this group. Helen, almost nineteen, looked more like fifteen or sixteen. She was petite and blonde. Her wide blue eyes seemed pools of innocence and her hair was cut in a short coiffure that made her look even younger.
She clung to Carol like a lost child. Carol's heart was touched and she took the young girl under her wing like a mother hen.
Sitting next to her on a couch, Helen sipped at a weak drink, and whispered, in a small voice, "I'm scared, Carol."
Carol gathered a small, trembling hand into hers and patted it, mother-like. "Relax, dear. It's really not all that bad. This your first swap party?"
Helen nodded. "I didn't want to come, but Brad insisted."
Carol glared toward the bar, where Harry, Brad, Paul and Rita were whooping it up and getting themselves primed with massive doses of liquor. Already, Rita had shed her clothes and was shoving her titties at Paul's and Brad's mouths. At the moment, each one had a huge tit in his mouth. They were sucking hungrily and making exaggerated slurping noises. Harry slapped his wife on the asscheeks and encouraged them. Carol frowned in disgust. "Look at 'em. Disgusting!"
Helen nodded, a deep frown on her pretty face. "Why do men act so stupid? So lustful? " "If I knew the answer to that, I'd be a millionaire." Carol shrugged. "Men are never satisfied. You marry 'em, try to get 'em settled down, and what happens? They come up with these swap parties. Sex games. It adds zest to the marriage, they claim."
"That's what Brad keeps telling me!" Helen sighed. "Married less'n six months and already he needs zest." She looked sad and dejected.
"Until we can think up a way to get our mates unhooked on this swap business, I guess we'll just have to go along with it." Carol was thoughtful. "I've been trying to come up with something, but so far, no luck."
Helen's eyes lit up. "Maybe if we get together, we can come up with something...?"
Carol nodded. Before she could reply, a deep voice cut in. Harry loomed over them. "What're you dolls cooking up? Come on, join the fun."
He hoisted them to their feet and shoved them to the bar, handing them fresh drinks. "Come on, girls! Let your hair down. Join in." Reaching over, he began undressing Helen. "I've been wanting to see what you look like naked ever since I laid eyes on you tonight."
Deftly and expertly, Harry undressed Helen. His eyes lit up lustfully when she stood before them nude, a deep flush on her cheeks. Harry's beady eyes roved over the small girl in approval. "Wow! You're a tiny one. But you got nice tits." Reaching out, he gathered Helen's out-thrust melons in his huge hands and played with them. He sat on a bar stool and drew Helen to him as he began to remove his own clothes.
Now wishing to be outdone in the nude bit, Paul and Brad hastily removed their clothes and went back to the enjoyment of sucking Rita's big tits.
Carol walked away from the group and sat back down on the couch, glaring at them. Helen stared at her with an appealing look in her eyes. The kid was scared to death now that Harry's immense cock was waving in the breeze and he'd settled Helen's fingers over it and urged her to jerk it.
"Let's start the ball a'rolling!" Harry said, downing his drink. Reaching over he slapped his wife on the ample rump. "Get up on stage there, doll and let's see how good you are with Brad!"
The stage he referred to was a raised area of the huge living room. On the raised portion was a king sized bed, a couple of chairs and a dresser. Different colored floodlights cast strange lights on the bed when switched on. Harry uncoupled from the small girl, went over and turned on the lights. "Come on, the rest of you, well sit here and watch these two in action."
He slid onto a long couch facing the stage and drew Carol to him. "How come you're still dressed?" He quickly took care of that bit of foolishness drawing her onto his lap as soon as she was completely undressed.
Carol sighed. The old familiar feeling. The moment Harry's huge fingers settled on her goodies, she began melting into a hot sex-pot. Sitting on his lap, she drew his immense cock up between her thighs and tickled the head of it. This pleased Harry and he hugged her closer, letting his fingers rove all over her titties, tweaking them and massaging them.
"I'll take care of you soon," he promised. "But let's watch these cats."
Rita flopped onto her back, spread her legs wide, held out her hands and begged, "Sock it to me, Brad. Sock it to me.
Brad mounted the large blonde girl and let it slide in without any preliminaries. He was completely aroused from his sucking session with her huge melons.
Helen, seated on Paul's lap next to Harry and Carol, gasped involuntarily. "No, Brad! Don't!"
Her plea came to late. Her husband's dick slid all the way into Rita's king-sized cunt, hardly touching the sides. Brad was even bigger than Paul, though not nearly as large as Harry, and he bounced around on top of Rita with enthusiasm.
Rita, an expert in the art of making men come, soon had Brad off on a cloud. She met his thrusts, wriggling her ass around under him. Before long they climaxed in a wild spasm of jerking thighs and bouncing hips.
Rita, always the ham, got up and bowed gracefully to the appreciative audience.
Brad got up slowly and looked defiantly at his wife who was glaring at him, an intense look of disgust on her face.
Harry, the master-of-ceremonies, shoved Paul and Helen to their feet. "Your turn. Make it good."
Paul hopped onto the stage, a look of sheer delight on his face. He was aroused completely from his previous tit sucking session with Rita and his recent feel session with the gorgeous little blonde.
Helen tried to hang back. She protested feebly that she didn't want to. Paul, who outweighed her by almost eighty pounds, pulled her onto the stage. His eyes lit up with lust and he licked his chops as he sized up the petite girl.
Carol glared at her husband as she watched him take advantage of the young-blonde. She even lost interest in fondling Harry's large cock as she stared at her husband in action.
Paul wasted no time. He laid Helen on her back. He kissed her on her protesting lips and then let his mouth slide down to her small, perfectly formed titties. He nibbled at the nipples until they grew taut. He let his tongue slide down her flat tummy and come to a rest on the mass of golden curls at the apex to her glorious thighs. Helen was an ash blonde with golden pubic hair.
Paul spread her reluctant legs apart and gasped in delight. "My, what a tiny cunt! Take a look, gang!"
The audience hopped up and gathered around the bed on the stage. Paul pointed out the glories of the tiny, little used cunt. "So pink! So unused!" he enthused, dipping his fingers and tongue in and out of the cute pussy. Grinning, he turned to her husband. "Don't you ever sample this gorgeous thing, Brad?"
Brad grinned proudly. "Often. But it always snaps back like that." Reaching over he patted his wife, then kissed her. "Doesn't it, hon?"
Helen forced a smile, not wanting to be a party pooper. "Yes, dear."
Harry had been studying the situation with expert eye. He placed his hand on Paul's surging cock. "You think you can get this big thing in that tiny hole? " "I'll sure give it a try." Paul knelt between Helen's legs and poised at the entrance to the tunnel.
"He sure will." Carol's voice was etched with sarcasm that no one seemed to notice, so engrossed were they at watching the battle of the irresistible force (Paul's co and the immovable object (Helen's tiny cunt).
As usual, the irresistible force won out. With a few dabs and pushes, licking with his tongue to widen the gap, Paul finally managed to stick it in. He was sweating, though the house was air-conditioned. Lunging forward he slammed it all the way in.
Helen bit back a scream of pain and manfully accepted his offering. Once it was in her cunt, she relaxed and began to enjoy it. "Oooooh ... Aaaaaa ... It feels so good, Paul. Do it to me ...."
"You're getting it, little doll!" Paul rammed harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. "Man, I've never felt one so tight..."
Carol flushed at the implication. Now he was indicating she wasn't tight enough for him. The bastard. He'd pay through the nose. She'd see to that. He'd live to regret things.
Helen looked up. "Kiss me, Brad, kiss me while Paul fucks me." She pursed her lips.
Carol winked at her. That'a girl, Helen. You're my kind of girl. Needle the bastards.
Brad frowned at his wife's suggestion. Then, bending over, he placed his lips on hers.
"Brad! Brad!" Helen chirped happily. "He's making me come. Aren't you proud of your wife-swapping mate? This guy's coming into my little, ole cunt, while you're kissing me. Aren't you proud of me ... Ooooooo ... Aaaaaa. I'm coming! I'm coming!" she shrieked.
"Me too!" echoed Paul, shoving deeply into her and climaxing in perfect cadence with the young bride.
When the two hot lovers finally separated, Harry nodded his approval. "Good show, kids. Good show! Now me and this gorgeous doll, Carol, will show you how people should fuck!" He turned to her. "Ready?"
Glaring at her husband, who was wiping his prick with a handy towel, Carol grated, "Damn right, I'm ready. Let me feel what a real cock is like. I'm not used to one." She flounced onto her back, spread her legs wide, held out her hands and added, "Sock that wang to me, lover. I like the feel of a real prick in me once in a while, for a change." She smiled sweetly at her husband. "Watch a real man in action, dear. Maybe you'll get some pointers."
She bit her lips when Harry rammed into her without any warm up. She knew he did it more to stifle her wise cracks and to maintain male superiority, than because he was ready. He was aroused, but not completely. A few preliminary sucks, feels and touches would have been in order.
"Stop that needling," Harry hissed in her ear. "I don't like to hear that kinda stuff." He frowned.
Carol nodded, then smiled. "Okay, I'll behave. Now let's get humping. I really meant it when I said you've got a big one. Now, let me feel it." She was melting into her usual groovy sex sensation. The big man's cock aroused her and she wiggled around under his bulk, feeling his full arousal as it filled her small snatch.
His immenseness seemed to grow inside her, shoving wide the pink inner walls of her cunt. The head of it slid up and up, seeking and finding virgin territory. Areas, until now, untouched by other men. Cripes, he was big, she thought happily.
In. Out, Thrust. Harder. Deeper. "Ooooooh ... Aaaaaaah, wow ... what a man, you are, Harry ... Oooooh ... I could fuck you forever ... and ever ... Oooooh ... Aaaaaah. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come...."
"So soon...?" Harry frowned. "Wait! Wait... Let me catch up." He pumped harder. Faster.
"I'll ... wait...! " Carol relaxed a moment, allowing him to pound deeper and deeper. Then, sensing he was ready, she bounced upward again and again. "Now, let's go ...! " she screamed. "Now...."
Harry obliged. With a spasm that shook his huge body, he uncorked a stream of hot lava. His hot love juices mixed with her fluid. They were locked in each others arms, kissing, hugging, coming in each other . . .
Harry finally wobbled to his feet. Shaking his head and chuckling, he said, "That was the best piece I've had in a long time. You were sure hot today, Carol." He patted her on her wet throbbing cunt.
"Why wouldn't I be, with that in me?" Carol touched his limber dick. Staring directly at her husband and smiling sweetly, she added, "We should do this swapping more often! Like Paul says, this swapping is good for both of us! Stirs us up more. Doesn't it, dear?"
Paul flushed and then managed a grin. "Yeah."
"Now what?" chirped Carol, placing her hand back on Harry's prick and toying with it. "I could use a little more of this," she hinted.
Harry kissed her and pulled away. "Later, doll. We got the whole weekend. I'll stick it in you plenty. Right now I think we should all take a dip in the pool to recuperate. Then, after Rita fixes us a snack, well come back here and play some more games. I got a few things lined up." He headed toward the door leading to the outside of the house. "C'mon, gang. Let's go swimming."
Carol began following him, but a hand held her arm and she glanced around.
Helen had her hand. She stood near the bed, a sad look in her eyes. "Please stay here with me a few minutes, Carol? I want to talk ... Please?"