Chapter 6
Carol's analysis of the line-up for the evening was right on the button!
After a couple of hours of playing games, frolicking around in the pool, eating supper, and enjoying each other's company in a wild, mixed scramble for feels, hugs and kisses, the mob wound up in the living room for a nightcap.
Harry gathered Helen into his arms and said, "Guess it's 'bout time to turn in and really have ourselves a ball. We have three bedrooms upstairs. I'm gonna take this little doll to bed with me!" He squeezed Helen closer into his embrace.
A gasp of protest welled from Paul's lips. "But I thought I'd take Helen to bed with me!"
Harry shook his head, a gleam coming to his beady eyes. "Un-unh. You had her before. I haven't had her yet. I wanna sample that tiny cunt and see if I can get this big ole prick in there. How 'bout it, doll?" He squeezed her tightly.
"I'm looking forward to it!" Helen reached down and wrapped her tiny fingers around his prick. "I've been looking forward to this ever since I saw it," she confessed. She waved it toward her husband. "It's a beaut, isn't it, dear? Much bigger than yours."
Brad forced a sickly smile. "It sure is." His glance strayed downward to his own rather large prick, but it paled into insignificance when compared to Harry's.
"Good. That's settled!" Harry smiled the victor's smile. He waved his hand. "Since I'll be with Helen, that means you'll have to sleep with Rita, Paul. Unless," he added impishly, "you'd want to sleep with your own wife."
"Okay with me!" Rita rushed over and gathered the protesting Paul into her arms. "I love you, honey!" she chirped. "I'll show you a good time."
Carol edged away from Brad who stepped toward her with a satisfied grin on his face. It had worked out just like she's figured it would! Carol held up her hand. "Just a minute, everyone! I've got something to say!"
"Now what?" A troubled look crossed Harry's face.
"I guess us girls have something to say about who sleeps with who. Right?"
The frown deepened on Harry's face. "I guesso, but whatever you got in mind, I'm sticking with this little doll." He thrust out his chin defiantly.
"Agreed!" Carol smiled disarmingly. She stepped over and slipped his free arm about her waist. "But you gotta take me, too!"
Harry's eyes lit up. "I do!" A look of sudden pleasure swept to his face. He beamed and then frowned. "If I take both of you girls to bed with me, that means...?" He eyed the remaining trio. Two young men and his wife. "It won't work out." He shook his head. "I'll have to let one of you go." He looked from one to the other. A tough decision.
"No you won't!" Carol made up his mind for him. "We both want you for one simple reason." "What's that?"
Carol slid her fingers onto his cock alongside Helen's. "Because you've got the biggest prick!" She stared scornfully at her husband and Brad. "Why would either one of us want to spend the night with them when we got a real man like you around! That's the idea of swapping, isn't it?" Carol smiled sweetly.
Harry pondered her statement, then nodded. "Guess you got a point there, baby, but why don't we even things up?
It'll work out better? Go ahead. You sleep with Brad!" He pushed against Carol's hip.
Carol clung to him and refused to budge. "Nope. I want you.
"I do too." Helen snuggled deeper into Harry's huge embrace.
"But. . . ?" Harry, pleased and flattered at the double attention, tried to bring order out of the chaos that was developing. "Be reasonable, girls. I'm only one man...."
"But what a man," cooed Carol, letting her fingers wander around on his prick and balls. "You're twice the man those two are," she decided. "Isn't he, dear?" she appealed to her buddy.
"I'll say!" Helen gushed, entwining her fingers with Carol's. "I'm anxious to get the feel of this in me. What are we wailing for? Good night Brad!" She tossed a kiss to her husband. "Have fun! I'm sure I will. I'm beginning to like this swapping." She tugged at the reluctant Harry, who was still trying to figure a way out of the dilemma.
Harry gave ground. He headed toward the steps leading toward the upper floor, a half-grin on his chubby face. He spread his hands and shook his head at the crestfallen studs. They were in the tight grip of his wife, who seemed anxious to take both of them on. "Guess that's the way the ball bounces, boys. See you guys in the morning, if I'm still alive," he joked, taking the sting out of their disappointment. "These two kids are liable to love me to death!"
Arriving in the assigned bedroom, Carol zipped over, flopped onto the bed, spread her legs wide, held out her hands and said, "Take me first, darling!" She figured she'd take some of the starch out of Harry before he tackled the tiny pussy between Helen's legs. As big and solid as it was now, it would ravish the teenager. Carol knew she could handle it. She'd handled it a few times already.
Harry nodded agreeably. "Sure, doll." He knelt between Carol's legs, arranging his huge bulk so as not to crush her. Without further ado, he slammed it to her. "Like that, doll?' Carol squirmed delightedly. It felt so good, so big. She bent to her task of accepting his monster, forgetting for the moment the anguished look on Paul's face a few minutes ago. He'd had a stricken look when she mentioned she wouldn't want to spend the night with him or Brad, because they didn't compare in size with Harry. The remark had been a crusher to Paul's ego.
"Oooooh ... Aaaaa. It's so big, darling," she cooed, thrusting upward, meeting his surgings with ease and expertise. She slid her legs about him and drew him deeper and deeper into her. "What a man!" she murmured, a look of lust in her eyes. "Sock it to me, darling. Sock it to me. Oh, I wish Paul were here to see me getting fucked by a real man ... Aaaaaah ... Ooooooh."
As she thrashed madly about under Harry's pounding, Carol became aware of Helen on the bed next to her. Turning her head, eyes alight with passion and lust, she cried, "Wait'll he fucks you, dear. You'll squeal with pleasure ... Cosh, he's so big...."
Helen's eyes matched hers in lust and passion. Bending close to her ear, Helen whispered, "Can I have him now, Carol? Please?"
"You want me to stop now? Turn 'im over to you...?" Carol gasped between shoves and thrusts.
Helen's eyes pleaded. "He's so big and hard now. I want to see if I can take 'em. Please?" Bending over, she kissed Carol on the lips.
Carol gasped! It was the first time another girl had ever kissed her lips. She had never gone for kissing other girls. The Lesbian bit. There'd always been too many boys and men around. Never time for girl love. She'd never had the urge. Now, oddly, the kiss from Helen excited her and opened up a whole new trend of thought.
The entire thing was cockeyed from the very beginning.
Now this! Her thoughts were disturbed. "Kiss me again!" she ordered.
Helen obliged. Again the same, funny feeling. Carol flushed. She shouldn't feel like this. Not with the biggest prick she'd ever had in her life pounding her pussy. She missed a few strokes while she pondered. She'd wanted to take Harry first and try and avert Helen from getting ravished. Now, the girl was begging for it.
Carol smiled to herself. Girls were so damned unpredictable. She knew, she was one herself. She nodded and humped up and down a few more times. "Okay, well swap around."
She shoved against Harry's massive, sweaty shoulders. "Okay, that's enough!" She stopped moving her ass under him.
Harry frowned. "What's with you? I'm just getting heated up. C'mon, get with it!" Carol began sliding out from under. She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Helen's turn! Remember? You're supposed to share us."
His eyes lit up. He backed away quickly. "Sure. Sure. I've been itching to get at that tiny pussy." He bounded over and knelt between Helen's outstretched legs. He stared in awe at the sight. He touched the mound of hair reverently. "Gripes, I've never seen one so small." He turned anguished eyes toward Carol. "You think I can get this bastard in there?" His voice contained a measure of doubt. "I don't want to ruin the kid."
"Let's see if you can." Carol studied the situation, letting her fingers rove around on Helen's tiny parts. Again the odd thrill swept over her. This was the first time she'd ever played with another girl's cunt! "Maybe if you suck it some?" Carol suggested. "Ream it out with your tongue?"
Harry bent to the task eagerly. Swooping down he stuck out his big tongue and rammed it into the aperture. He slurped for a while, then ran his big fingers in and out. He started off with one fat finger, then two. Finally he managed to squeeze three fingers in.
Helen moaned and thrashed around under the administrations of the two people fixing to rape her, one with the weapon, the other with encouragement. "I'm getting scared!" she whispered.
"I know! I know!" Carol consoled her. "I was sure as hell scared myself a couple weeks ago when he stuck it in me. But I adjusted. You will, too. Just relax, dear. Take it easy." While she kissed and consoled Helen, Carol let her fingers wander down onto the immense prick. She edged it toward the tiny opening between her friend's thighs. "Easy does it, Harry. Easy does it...." Helen screamed when the head of it entered. "It hurts!"
Carol pressed her lips over Helen's. "I know," she soothed. "Calm down. Relax. It'll be in soon...."
"Ow...." wailed Helen, trying to back away. "I can't take it! Make him stop, Carol. Make him stop!" she screamed. "He's killing me!"
Carol backed away and stared down. Harry had barely managed to get the head of his cock in. Now it was out because Helen had scrootched away. His prick was throbbing. Helen's cunt was twitching. Carol sighed. It was such an uneven match. That massive weapon. That tiny opening. "Vaseline?" she asked, eyes locking with Harry's anguished ones.
Harry nodded toward the bureau. "Some over there. You think it'll help?"
Carol nodded, hopped from the bed, zipped over to the chest, opened the lid and slopped a goodly portion of Vaseline on the tiny cunt. "Now, we'll make it, dear." Bending over, she placed her lips on Helen's.
Harry bent to his task. Inching forward, he aimed his cock at the gooey cunt. He'd also slapped some Vaseline on the head of his prick. The Vaseline did the trick. Like a well oiled piston, the cock entered Helen's tight pussy. Harry eased it in slowly and gently.
Helen moaned and sobbed as the massive instrument entered her. This time she didn't scream. Not only because Carol's lips were pressed against hers, but because the Vaseline had turned the trick. She felt the large prick entering her cunt, expanding it, rubbing against the sides, sinking deeper and deeper into areas where she'd never been touched before by a man.
But because he was so gentle and she was so well lubricated, the pain was gone. She inched forward, a hopeful look on her face.
"It's in!" Carol whispered. "All the way. You've done it, dear. Now wiggle your ass and enjoy it."
Helen wiggled. Harry thrust, deeper and deeper. The Vaseline intermingled with the sweat and fluids of the hot box and the oiling capabilities wore off. Now they were rubbing skin to skin.
"It's in!" chortled Helen. "All the way in! I've done it!" She moved furiously under the fat lover, squealing and moaning in delight.
Harry nodded to Carol. "Get a towel!"
Carol rushed into the bathroom, got a towel and joined them on the bed.
Harry plopped his prick out, held it aloft and Carol wiped the gookey Vaseline from it. Carol then dipped into Helen's honey pot and wiped it clean of the gooey mess. She patted it. "Now you can take it without this gook."
Helen grit her teeth when Harry came at her again. Then she sighed in relief. This time it slipped in easily. She'd adjusted. Her cunt had expanded. From here on out she'd be able to take it without using Vaseline. "Aaaaah ... Ooooooo...." she moaned, ecstatically. "Sock it to me, Harry. Ooooh ... Aaaaaaa. I can take it all ... Fuck me, lover ... fuck me ... fuck this tiny cunt. . . " Helen moaned and thrashed, mouthing obscenities. She crooned, "Isn't he wonderful, Carol? A man. Ooooh ... Aaaaah ... I'm gonna come...." she screamed.
"Me, too!" Harry joined her in a mad dash for a climax.
Up and down, in and out. Harder. Deeper. Two bodies thrusting against each other, one huge, fat, flabby and hairy, the other petite, curvy, pinkish-white. A tiny blob of humanity under a mighty beast. But the tiny one was meeting the passion of the beast and equaling it.
Carol watched with a good deal of interest. She enjoyed seeing people at pleasure. There was little doubt the two thrashing about on the large bed were pleasing each other. The squeals of delight from Helen. The gurgles, groans and grunts from the fat lover were indications that two people, deeply immersed in each other, were enjoying themselves. She wished there was a way she could cut in. She wanted to feel him inside her at the same time he was in Helen. It was an impossibility, but an interesting thought.
Her turn would be next. Maybe they'd improvise? She kissed Helen on the lips as her teenage friend climaxed. Helen's eyes were alight with wonder when Harry unloaded a gigantic flood of hot lava that filled her tiny cavern and spilled over the sides. "You were wonderful, dear."
Helen stared at her starry-eyed. Then, when Harry dismounted and went to the bathroom, she threw her arms around Carol's' neck. "Darling. Darling," she whispered. "Thanks for helping. I wouldn't have made it if it weren't for you. Gosh, he's big. I can still feel it." Helen squirmed around on the bed and peered down at herself. "Did he hurt me there? Ruin me?" Her voice contained a measure of worry.
"I'll take a look-see." Carol scrootched around on the bed in a sixty-nine position, atop and astraddle her little friend. She shoved her face down and inspected the merchandise. She patted the area gently with her fingers. "Seems alright. Looks a bit tender, but other than that, no damage." She paused in her inspection, a startled look in her eyes. "Hey, what're you doing?" "What I used to do to my friends in high school, and in the year I attended college." Helen's voice drifted up from under the curls of Carol's gorgeous pussy! A muffled sound.
Carol bent around and looked. Lifting her one leg slightly, she could see. Helen was sucking her cunt! It confirmed what she'd been feeling going on between her legs. Carol settled back and lowered her ass onto Helen's upturned face and out-thrust tongue. She wiggled around in unison to Helen's movements and gentle massagings. Cripes, it felt good! Even better than when Paul did it to her.
She squirmed and squealed in delight when Helen's fingers closed over her titties. Helen tweaked at the nipples, running her fingers around and about on Carol's boobies and stroking them with her hands. All the time she kept her tongue, mouth and lips working on Carol's cunt area.
"Do me?" Helen uncoupled her lips long enough to mouth the words, then she went back to mouthing the juicy cunt.
Carol stared down at the tiny, ravished cunt. It was still wet, sloppy and twitching from the ordeal of the big prick. Carol had never done such a thing before, but Helen was getting her really hot. She spasmed a couple times in minor orgasms.
She stared, and debated with herself. She knew that some girls enjoyed each other. Until now, her opinion of such girls was on the low side. She'd scorned such practices. She didn't think much of girls who would sink so low and had always avoided characters who engaged in such activities. She'd been approached many times by Lesbians while at college, but had always rebuffed them.
Make love to other girls? Hah! Not while there were so many boys and men around to take care of her needs. This had always been Carol's motto and never had she felt an urge to stray from this philosophy. The opportunity had never presented itself. Now here she was, getting sucked off by a teenage expert, who invited her to join in!
Carol was getting all heated up, what with Helen nibbling at her sex-pot and playing with her boobs. She never dreamed a girl could make her feel like this.
Oddly enough, at that moment, a stray expression from a book she'd once read, bounced around in her thoughts.
To do, or not to do, that is the question?