Chapter 7
Carol stared down at the gorgeous, golden curls covering the twitching little cunt. Fascinated, she watched while Helen hunched it toward her mouth, inviting her to dip in and have a meal. At the same time, the teenage doll was about driving her nuts at the other end where she was expertly doing her thing to Carol.
That Helen had done this before, there was no doubt. Her butterfly kisses rambled all over Carol's sex parts. She pushed fingers in and out. She played with Carol's clitty button. She ran her hands around on Carol's boobs and her ass cheeks and dipped fingers and tongue into Carol's asshole.
A strange feeling swept over Carol. She knew that before long she was going to come. She was going to unload into a girl's mouth for the first time in her life. The thought thrilled her and pushed her passion to new heights. Almost in a daze, she watched the rise and fall of Helen's hot-box as she squirmed under her, shoving it up, inviting her to get with it.
Still in a daze, Carol eased forward, a lustful look in her eyes. Her mouth opened mechanically and her tongue darted out. She lowered it onto the tiny opening. It had re-closed after being ravished by Harry. Carol crinkled her nose in distaste as she tasted the tangy gook. She pulled back for a moment, then bent forward again.
She dipped her tongue into the opening, felt it give ground and open wider. She shoved her tongue all the way in and the opening grew wider. She tasted of the moistness Left there by the big cock that had been bouncing around inside. She sucked the juices into her mouth and swallowed them.
Her eyes lit up and her look of lust increased. She increased the tempo and the pressure. She lashed her tongue all the way in, sucked at the insides and then she drew it out. She closed her mouth over the opening and made like a vacuum, inhaling deeply. She reached around, grabbed the glorious, rounded ass cheeks with her hands and pulled them forward, trying to draw more and more of her teenage friend into her open mouth.
She caressed Helen's tits, tweaking them and playing with the nipples, feeling them get taut. "I'm getting so hot!" she squealed. "Oooh ... Aaaa ... screw me with your tongue some more, dear."
"Like this, darling?" Helen dipped her tongue far into Carol's cunt and sucked hard. Then she rammed fingers in. "Like that!"
Carol pushed her cunt hard into her friend's mouth. She moaned and squirmed around on the bed. Soon the girls rolled around. First Helen on top, then Carol. They savored of each other, sucking, teasing, fingering. They crooned words of love to each other.
"Don't stop!" Carol pleaded, eating hungrily at Helen's cunt. She became excited and almost bit the blonde pussy. Then she came in a wild orgasm. An uncontrollable flow of hot, juicy lava spewed from her cunt into her lover's greedy mouth.
At the same time, she felt the hot juices coming into her own mouth. Carol moaned and sucked, tonguing the cute, tiny cunt again and again, slurping into it deeply and lapping the juices into her mouth like a poodle.
She scrootched upward to get more and more of the juices. She pulled Helen's ass down onto her face, sucking, sucking, sucking . . .
At that moment a huge, familiar cock slipped in alongside her face, pushed her away and headed for the tiny opening of Helen's asshole!
Carol watched, fascinated as Harry aimed his immense cock at the tiny asshole. He motioned for her not to give his presence away. In his fingers he had a gob of Vaseline. He spread it around the tiny opening.
Carol nodded eagerly and winked at him, a big smile on her face. She played with Helen's asshole and rubbed the Vaseline around. Helen was still so absorbed in sucking the remnants of Carol's juices she gave no indication she was aware of the activity at her other end. Or, if aware of it, she was too content with what she was doing to care.
After Carol dipped her fingers as far into Helen's asshole as she could and slopped some of the Vaseline around the area, she gave Harry the go-ahead. Her face wore an impish grin.
Harry eased forward, his immense prick stiff as a ramrod. Holding it in position, he shoved forward. Slowly, but deliberately. Surprisingly, the Vaseline, plus Carol's fingering had opened the hole wide enough for the head to slip in.
Impishly, Carol reached up between Harry's legs, grabbed him by the balls and pulled him forward!
Unable to resist the pain, he lurched forward, impaling the tiny asshole with his immense cock.
Helen let out a scream of pain, lurched forward with Harry's prick still impaled in her asshole and fell forward on the bed screaming in pain.
Carol, now free of her lover's lips, hopped up, bent over and cheered him on. "Sock it to her, Harry. Make 'er feel it." She shoved against his ass while he shoved into Helen's ass.
Helen's violent thrust forward had dislodged the big prick. It was no longer pounding in and out of her tiny asshole. It was rubbing between her legs. The anguish having receded, Helen flopped around on the bed and glared at them. "What re you bastards trying to do to me now?" She gave them both a severe look.
"Just trying to stick this little ole thing in your asshole, doll." Harry waved it under her nose. "Would've gotten it in too, if you hadn't lurched away. I almost had it in."
Helen stared aghast. "You were going to put that in my ass?"
Harry nodded brightly. "Sure was, doll. How 'bout rolling over and we try again? This time, I'll take it easier." He shot a glance of disapproval at Carol, whose impish shove had fouled things up before.
Helen shook her head dubiously. "I can't take that in there!" she decided.
"Why not? Doesn't your husband ream you there once in a while?"
Helen shook her head. "We haven't tried that yet." She wet her lips at the sight of the monster weapon, and spread her legs wide. "I'll take it in my cunt again...?"
"No. Right now I feel like an ass job." He turned to Carol. "How bout it, baby?"
Carol considered the proposal. Reamings up her ass were no novelty. She'd long ago mastered that art. But never before had she taken one this big. Still, she reasoned, there's always a first time.
"I'll do it on one condition," she decided.
"What?"
"That you also stick it in Helen's asshole." There's an old saying. Misery loves company. Only this might not be such misery. Still, she liked company.
She eyed her friend questioningly.
Carol stared at her companion-in-misery. Helen was still rolling around on the bed complaining that her asshole hurt from the partial reaming by Harry.
"Hell no!" Helen decided. "Anything but that!" Again she spread her legs wide inviting Harry to take her in the cunt.
Harry was obstinate. He shook his hand. "My mind's made up. I want a piece of ass. If you dolls won't give it to me, I'll go get my wife. She's always ready to take me on there." He headed for the door.
Carol groaned. If Harry called in his wife, that'd mean Paul and Brad would be free of Rita. Both boys would make a bee-line for her and Helen. That would foul up her plan to teach them a lesson.
"Hold it!" Carol's voice cut short his progress toward the door. She knelt on the edge of the bed, squatting down on her knees and allowing her lovely ass to partially hang out over the bed. Bending forward, she nestled her head in her arms. "You want a piece of ass? It's yours!" She wiggled her fanny enticingly.
Smiling happily, Harry rushed over, knelt behind her behind, and peered intently at the sight of her white ass cheeks and gorgeous thighs. Reaching out, he stroked the smooth skin with his hands and, grabbing one ass cheek with each hand, he spread her ass wide, allowing him a good view of the small, brownish hole. He wet a finger and tentatively dipped it into the small opening. "Lovely! Lovely!"
Harry's arousal was complete. Helen, not wishing to be left out completely, rested her fingers on his immense prick and stroked it up and down. "I'll help you stick it in, Harry," she offered generously. "She helped me before, now it's my turn to help."
"Sure, baby. You do that!" Harry eased forward with his mouth and tongue and slurped around Carol's upturned ass. He darted his tongue in and out. Then he slid a few fingers in and out. He leaned back to survey the results. "There. That oughta do it. Ready, doll?"
Carol forced a grin. "Ready! " Standing up, Harry moved forward. He was on a direct line to the target. Helen aimed the weapon.
"Take it easy," begged Carol, turning around and staring at the rear attack. Her eyes were wide and she gritted her teeth. Harry's cock seemed twice as big as normal at that moment, and Helen's playing with it had enlarged it considerably. Some friend. She'd remember to thank her sometime.
Harry inched forward and pushed gently, but firmly. The head of the immense weapon zeroed in on target. He worked it around. Then he slid forward a trifle more. The shaft began disappearing into the enlarging hole. Ever so gently, Harry worked it in and out. No rush. No violation. No ravishing. He was well aware of his size and the effect it had on small openings. He'd long ago learned to pace himself until his objective was attained.
Carol winced, bit her lips and beat back a scream of pain. Despite Harry's tender care, the very size of 't entering her hole caused excruciating pain. She tried to relax and allow the muscles there to give and bend with the rhythm. She told herself that she'd taken it in the ass many a time. This was just one more ass reaming, not really so different from the others.
Her psychology began having the desired effect. She was adjusting to the bigness. The pain began to diminish. The in and out movement of the weapon successfully opened the wedge. She gritted her teeth when Harry finally slid the entire length in. For a moment she felt faint. Then his in and out movement had the effect of widening the gap and the natural inner moistness did the rest. Soon he was stroking in and out at a regular pace.
The pain left completely and the pleasure began. Carol began wiggling her fanny to accept him more and more. This delighted Harry and he lunged forward, his need for gentleness now gone. "You're getting it now, doll!" he enthused, ramming it all the way in and out.
Carol met his thrusts expertly. Now that it was in, it felt good. She enjoyed taking it this way. Not as much as the regular way, but for kicks ... yes. Her motto had always been-"anything for kicks." While she was getting her kicks from the big guy at her rear, she stared into Helen's eyes. She had scrootched around on the bed and was now face to face with Carol, their lips almost touching.
Talking about kicks, Carol thought. This little, blue-eyed blonde had introduced her to an entirely new area of fun. An area she'd never dreamed of exploring before, but now? She crinkled her nose at her female lover. "Hi, doll!"
Helen kissed her on the lips, a look of concern on her pretty face. "Does it hurt?"
Carol, meeting Harry's strokes eagerly, shook her head. "Not now! Once it's in, you can't beat it. Why not give it a try?"
"Gee, I dunno." Helen was dubious. "What've you got to lose? C'mon, kneel here beside me and I'll tell Harry to do us both." Helen hesitated.
"If you do, I'll have another love session with you."
That did it! Helen's eyes lit up. Eagerly she knelt beside her new found lover, assuming the same position; ass extended, knees bent, head on hands and ready to accept.
Roth girls lay close together. Close enough to kiss each other while getting fucked in the ass.
"Take us both, Harry!" ordered Carol, wiggling forward and letting his instrument plop out of her asshole. "She's ready." Reaching around she stuck her finger in Helen's tiny asshole. "Use some Vaseline on her."
Having established the priority, Carol knelt back down, drew Helen's face close and kissed her on the lips. "I love you, dear," she whispered. She let her fingers slide under Helen's petite titties. They were pressed flat against the bed, the way Helen was laying. She tweaked the nipples and cupped the firm melons.
Helen flushed. "It's been a long time since I had a girl lover. Almost a year. I missed it so much!" She kissed Carol again and again, unmindful of the fact that an immense prick was zeroing in on her asshole. When it entered, an expression of acute pain swept to her face. "Ow!" she cried. "That hurt!"
"Relax, dear." Carol pressed her lips onto Helen's, let her tongue wander in the other girl's mouth and dueled with her tongue. Since the instrument was out of her hole at the moment, she could see Harry in action. She winked at him.
He winked back and rolled his eyes in ecstasy. "I'm in heaven!" he chortled. "Two gorgeous little asses at the same time! I'm gonna make it last and last! " While reaming Helen, he stuck a few fingers into Carol. Then he switched, sticking his cock into Carol and his fingers in Helen. A big smile split his face.
"Have fun!" encouraged Carol. "And take all the time you want. We're enjoying ourselves, too. Aren't we, dear?" She appealed to her bosom-buddy, who at that moment was exploring the delights of Carol's big titties, nibbling at the taut nipples with her teeth and lips.
Helen nodded. Tears of happiness in her eyes, she said, "I love you, Carol. Will you be my lover?"
"Sure, dear." Carol kissed her. "Every chance we get. We both live in the city. Not too far from each other. No reason why we shouldn't get together often...." This started a new chain of thoughts in Carol's mind. Why not?
"I'm glad now I came on this swap party," Helen said, between kisses and nibbles. "I thought I'd be miserable, but you've made me so happy. And Harry...." She rolled her eyes upward. "What a man ...! "
"Speaking of men, I wonder how ours are doing? They seemed kind of disappointed when we left them...."
Carol's analysis of the mood of Paul and Brad was correct. Paul was especially provoked. He'd been looking forward to spending the night with the gorgeous little blonde, Helen. The sample piece he'd had awhile ago had convinced him that he wanted her for the rest of the swap party. Like everyone else, he'd figured the pairings for the night would be him and Helen, Brad and Rita, Harry and Carol.
The abrupt changing of the line-up irked him. He could sense that Brad wasn't too happy, either. He figured that Brad was hot in the pants for Carol. He'd noticed the way the handsome young guy had been eyeing Carol. During the fun and games, Brad had buzzed around Carol constantly, playing games with her, kissing her, hugging her, getting his feels and practically laying her in the process.
Paul could sympathize with Brad because he knew how the guy must be feeling. He felt the same way. Paul's anger at his wife increased. She'd never wanted to get with the swapping bit and had fought him from the very beginning about it. Now this was her way of getting even with him. Or was it? He couldn't really blame her too much for wanting a guy like Harry. The bastard was really hung. Any girl would flip over his big cock, and Carol was a girl. All girl.
This should teach him a lesson in the swap business. Check into the other parties involved first. Make sure in the future not to get hooked up with a big prick like Harry. Brad, yes. The guy wasn't much bigger'n him. But steer clear of big ones like Harry. When the girls got around to swapping, they'd naturally look for bigness. Most times Paul could hold his own with any guy, but against Harry? No chance.
He turned to Rita with a sickly smile. He'd learned a lesson the hard way. Now he'd have to make the best of a busted evening. "What'll we do?"
Rita, swilling down a double shot, eyed him as though he'd flipped his lid. "That's a stupid question. Here I am, naked as a jaybird, ready, willing and able, and you ask, what'll we do? Hah!"
Paul flushed. "I mean. You're one girl. There's two of us.
Rita gathered Paul into her ample bosom and slopped a big kiss on his lips. "Any time I can't take two boys on, I'll hang up my license. She gathered Brad under her wing and kissed him heartily. "How d'ya want me boys? Front? Rear, or in the mouth?" Gathering her two-man squad together she went over to the bed on the stage and flopped onto it, drawing her squad down with her.
Rita held each one by the nape of the neck and shoved them forward. "For starters, you can each suck a tit! " Paul obeyed. He opened his mouth and took the port tit in his mouth.
Brad obeyed. He opened his mouth and took the starboard tit in his mouth.
Rita reached down and took Paul's cock in her right hand. She took Brad's in her left hand. Since they'd both gone down after hearing the disappointing news about the night's accommodations, Rita had the enjoyable task of coaxing them to new stiffness. It was a task in which she was a past-master.
Tonight her task was made somewhat difficult because both men had been keenly disappointed.
After a few minutes of playing with them, stroking them and coaxing them, Rita's results were somewhat disappointing. The two cocks were still only half-hard, lacking in enthusiasm and stiffness. She frowned. "What's with you two? Any other time, the minute I lay a hand on a guy, it snaps to attention. You guys ain't fairies, are you?"
Paul stiffened almost as quickly as Brad.
Rita giggled. "I know what's wrong! " She slapped Paul's prick. "You're disappointed because you ain't about to put this in that little blonde, Brad's wife. Right?"
Paul flushed.
Rita slapped Brad's prick. "And you're disappointed because you ain't about to stick this in Paul's cute little wife. Right?"
It was Brad's turn to flush.
Rita chuckled. "Well, I got news for both of you. My husband's taking good care of both little beauties. Hell be charged up all night. Two young kids like them, all to himself. Man, that big prick of his'll be pounding tonight!" A trace of envy was discernible in Rita's voice. "Sure wish I was up there with em, too."
"Why don't you go join 'em?" Paul suggested, frowning. Her words jarred him. He could visualize Harry's big cock entering his wife's little cunt, tearing it wide open, ruining it forever.
"Yeah, why don't you join 'em?" Brad said, frowning. He, too, could visualize Harry's big cock entering his wife's tiny cunt, tearing it wide open, ruining it forever.
Paul regarded the big, fat tit in front of him with disinterest. His thoughts were troubled. Rita's words had jarred him. He loved his wife. He enjoyed fucking her. He adored her cute little pussy and asshole that were tight and fit around his instrument satisfactorily. After an all night session with big prick Harry, would Carol be the same again?
For the first time in weeks, since getting wound up on the mate-swapping idea, Paul began to have misgivings. He'd figured they'd give it a try. He was still the rebel at heart. So was Carol. Both of them had gone all out on the free love kicks, in college. They hadn't called what they did in college mate-swapping, because they weren't married then. But it had amounted to the same thing.
Many a time, he'd been at an orgy where Carol was in attendance. Many, a time, he'd rolled off one coed and onto another, including Carol, without giving it too much thought at the time. They were doing their thing. Showing up the establishment.
Their getting married had even been a gesture of defiance of the establishment. Carol's father was an important man in the business world. He wanted his daughter to marry into an equally wealthy family, not a nothing like Paul, who's family most often was on welfare, or skirting the edges of poverty.
Paul knew that his latest excursion into swapping was just another effort on his part to rebel. He was living a life of comparative luxury since he'd latched onto a well paying job. In spite of himself, he was succeeding quite well at it. But the old spark of rebellion remained. When Harry approached him with the idea of joining in the wife-swapping, Paul had eagerly jumped at the chance. The spark of rebellion against things normal had been rekindled.
As he nibbled disinterestedly at Rita's big tit, he was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing. Maybe Carol had been right in discouraging the whole idea. He'd put her objections down to the fact that she'd joined the establishment, but now he didn't like the way she cozied up to big Harry.
Perhaps he should call the whole thing off and admit she was right? Gather her from the arms of her lover, get dressed and shove off from this place? Paul weighed this course of action, then rejected it. He couldn't admit he was wrong. Not and live in peace with himself in the future. If he backed out now, he'd never be able to get it started again. He would never be able to look himself in the face without thinking of it.
His entire rebel image would suffer if he backed out now!
Angrily he reached forward, drew Rita's big titties into his mouth and clamped down on the nipple with his teeth.
"Ouch!" She shoved him away. "Let's not cannibalize! I said suck 'em. Not chew 'em."
"Sorry!" Paul drove the angry thoughts from his mind. Maybe he was taking the whole thing too seriously. He'd go along with it, but be more careful in the future. Maybe he'd just stick with Brad and his wife in future sessions. Maybe latch onto another young couple, or two? But he'd be damn sure to measure the pricks of the future swap members. No more Harrys!
He drew Rita's tittie into his mouth and sucked it gently. Reaching down he played with her pussy. Come to think of it, Rita was quite a girl, and she was younger than him. She was only twenty-four, and he was almost twenty-five. Rita was such a buxom girl that she gave the impression of being older. Or could it be the life she led? An exotic dancer gets around.
Paul bent to his task with more enthusiasm. He could feel his arousal. What the hell, he thought, I came here for a good time!
Rita was quick to notice the change in his attitude and his cock. "That's more like it!" she squealed, stroking it harder and harder. Shoving the boys aside, Rita wheeled around on the bed, opened her mouth and let Paul's prick slide into her mouth. She sucked expertly and it grew harder. In between slurps, Rita crowed, "I'll make you guys forget all about your wives. Little ole Rita ll take care of you good." She jerked hard at Brad's cock. "C'mon, lover boy, get this hard, too!"
Brad obliged. He'd probably been thinking some serious things, too. Now he joined in the festivities. His cock stiffened under Rita's urgings.
Rita was overjoyed at the results she was getting. She squealed. "Now you guys arc beginning to act like men. C'mon, I'll show you how little Rita can take two guys on at once." Directing the traffic, she bounced up and said. "You lay down on your back, Brad. I'll lay on top and let your cock slide into my cunt. Then when I'm set you crawl on board, Paul, and stick yours into my asshole. Cot it?"
The boys nodded and assumed their positions.
Rita settled her large cunt over Brad's thrusting prick. She wiggled around a bit, then motioned for Paul to climb aboard. Paul gingerly climbed on top and after a bit of jabbing, finally slid his cock into Rita's well used asshole.
"Now, let's move carefully so's not to get out of position," cautioned Rita, beginning a slow up and down movement. "All together," she said, like a coxswain of a crew. "Stroke. Stroke. That's it, it feels good ... Aaaaah ... Ooooh...."
Paul swung into his task, and Rita's ass, with enthusiasm. The fact that it was not his wife charged him up considerably. Even thinking of her upstairs with Harry's big cock in her tended to add to his joy of the moment.
Even Rita was pleased. "Say, you got a big cock, Paul! It sure feels good in my ass!"
"I'm glad!" He pounded it in deeper and deeper. This was living. This was swinging. He wrapped his hands onto her big titties for leverage and pounded away.
The climax was somewhat disappointing. Paul came first. Then a bit later, Brad unloaded. Rita was just getting warmed up and didn't shoot her wad. When the boys rolled away from her on the bed, spent and sated, she shrugged. "We kinda goofed, but well try again, plus a few other things." She hopped up, a big smile on her handsome face. "You boys rest up. I gotta go potty. I'll be back with a few drinks. Relax."
Paul and Brad stretched out, relaxing.
Brad said, frowning, "Wonder how are wives are doing?"
Paul suggested, "Let's go see...?"
Brad nodded. "Lets!"
While Rita was heading for the potty, Paul and Brad headed up the steps. A deep frown was on both handsome, young faces.