Chapter 8
Carol was still on her knees on the bed. Her cute ass was extended outward. She was still kneeling next to Helen, also with cute ass extended outward. They both looked up when the door to the bedroom opened. Since they were facing the door, they got a good look at the interlopers. At the moment Harry's big cock was deeply imbedded in Carol's asshole.
She paused in the act of wiggling her fanny to accept more of Harry's cock, and frowned. "What 'dya guys want?" Her voice contained a deep measure of displeasure.
Helen echoed her sentiments. Though she didn't have Harry's cock in her at the moment, she had a few of his fingers imbedded in her tiny asshole and knew that at any moment, Harry would shift his prick into her asshole. "Yeah, what d'ya want?" Her voice, too, indicated her disapproval of the interruption.
Harry, in the midst of enjoying what was turning out to be the most enjoyable evening he'd ever had, added his frown to the occasion. "What d'ya want?" His voice was also filled with displeasure. Any master in the art of fucking cute little bottoms hates to be interrupted in the midst of his work. Though Harry didn't exactly regard this chore as work.
Paul fidgeted, as did his companion. He flushed. "We came up to see what you were doing."
Carol nodded and began wiggling her fanny again. "Okay, now you've seen. Get lost."
"Yeah, get lost!" Helen's frown of displeasure turned to a squeal of delight when Harry shifted gears and landed with his shaft in her ass.
Harry inclined his head. Without losing a stroke, he said, "You heard your wives. Get lost, boys." He smiled to alleviate the pain they must be feeling. "That's the way this swap game is played. How come Rita let you guys loose?"
"She had to potty."
Harry giggled and said, "Well, she's probably done now. S'long." He indicated that as far as he was concerned the interview was over. He redoubled his efforts in Helen's cute little bottom, ignoring the wide-eyed look of disapproval flung in his direction by her husband. "This kid's so tight," he explained, "I had to use almost a whole jar of Vaseline on her! But now I got 'er wide open," he added. "She can accept me without it now." He slapped Helen fondly on the ass. "Eh, doll?"
"I sure can!" Helen's voice was thrilled. "In both places!" She eyed her husband archly. "Aren't you proud of your little ole wife, Brad. I'm sure glad you talked me into coming tonight!"
"Me, too," Carol squealed in delight when Harry shifted back into her. She crinkled her nose like a bunny at her husband. "And to think I tried to talk you out of this swapping." She wiggled her ass furiously to meet Harry's thrusts. "I'll never again try to talk you out of it, darling. I'm all for it."
"Me, too." Helen let out a squeal of delight when the shaft was shifted again and she was the recipient.
Harry, who'd been shifting gears often to show the two husbands that he wasn't neglecting either one of their wives, grinned. "These kids are learning fast. Before the night's over, I'll teach 'em everything I know."
Paul came over and squatted down on the opposite side of the bed. He reached out and closed his hand over Helen's, then eyed his wife, with big, moon-like eyes. "How 'bout if we switch around again?" he pleaded. "You take Brad for awhile. I'll take Helen?"
Harry paused in the switching process, and frowned. "How 'bout me?"
"Rita?" suggested Paul.
"Hah!" hooted Harry. "You must be cracking up! This is a swap party. Who ever heard of a guy taking on his own wife at a swap party?" He left the question open for discussion.
No one could come up with an answer.
Since there was no dissenting voices, Harry said, "That's out. We've already chosen partners for the night. These kids chose me. I don't like to seem inhospitable, boys, but you are interrupting my pleasure. We work much better without an audience. So if you'll please shove off. . . " A smile remained on his thick lips, but his frown indicated his displeasure.
Carol repeated her previous invitation. "Get lost!" This time her voice was sharper.
Helen echoed her sentiments, also in a sharp voice, "Yeah, get lost, you two!"
Paul and Brad stood up and walked slowly toward the door. The spirit of rebellion burned brightly in Paul. But he was trapped. The girls were only doing what came naturally. They were swapping partners. That was the reason they were all here. A swap session. They'd swapped and they were satisfied with their swaps. They wanted to get with it.
Paul and Brad watched sadly while Harry continued swapping from one asshole to the other, without losing a stroke. They could see he was enjoying his task, and couldn't find it in their hearts to condemn him for not agreeing to their proposal. In all fairness, Paul conceded to himself, if the positions were reversed, he wouldn't want to turn the two girls over, either. He'd want to latch onto a good thing like that all night, himself, if he had the chance. Opening the door, he stood for a moment, eyes imploring. Finding no responsiveness, he sighed. "We'll be seeing you."
Brad echoed, "Yeah, be seeing you. Let's go find Rita." Their voices were lacking in enthusiasm.
Rita, having finished her business, strode back into the living room, a symphony of lovely motion. Her long, lithe body, round in all the right places, swayed and sung with a precision born of long practice. Her titties bounced outward and her long blonde hair flowed about her shoulders. Her perfect nose was uplifted with pride of being a beautiful woman and knowing it. At the supper-club where she went on display every night, except nights like tonight when she took off, she was a sensation.
The moment she appeared on the stage, opening her mouth to sing and discarding clothes at the same time, her audience was with her one hundred percent. There wasn't a man in the audience who wouldn't give his all to get into her pants, while she still had them on. Guys knocked themselves out for her favors.
At these swap parties, when she'd manage a night off, she was normally the center of attraction, the first one to be bid on when it came time to swap for the night. Normally the husbands drooled over her and were quick to shove their wives onto other men so they could latch onto Rita.
Tonight, however, for the first time in her young life and the first time in hr swapping career, she had the feeling that she wasn't the most popular girl at the party. The two handsome boys who had been assigned to her seemed to lack a certain amount of enthusiasm.
She couldn't quite fathom why. They weren't queers. They were too manly for that. At least, they talked and acted like real men. Yet there was an air of discontent about them. While heading back to the stage, Rita smiled to herself. They were probably embarrassed. Both were new at the swapping game and they didn't feel at ease. That was probably it.
Arriving at center-stage, Rita came to a halt. The boys were gone!
"Paul! Brad!" she called.
No response. She rapped on the bathroom door. Still no answer. She wandered into the pool and patio area. No signs of them. She glanced upstairs. Could they have gone upstairs to join their wives? She shook her head. Even though they were rookies at the swap game, they knew that was frowned on. Once a guy got matched up with a doll for the night, that was it. At least until said swap partners tired of each other and went looking for new fields to conquer. This couldn't have happened yet. The night was too young.
Rita was into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. While it was percolating, she dipped into the refrigerator and brought out some cold cuts, potato salad and pickles.
When the coffee started perking, Rita went over to turn down the heat. As that moment her stray lambs entered the kitchen. "I knew that would do it!" She giggled. "Coffee boys?"
Paul and Brad sniffed the aroma. Their faces took on new meaning and they forced smiles. A good cup of coffee picks up the saddest sacks.
Rita bustled around the kitchen like a good housewife, which she wasn't. "Here, sit down, boys. There's cold cuts and the works. I'll get the butter, mustard and ketchup."
After pouring the coffee and loading the table with more goodies, she joined the hungry men. "After we're done eating and get this mess squared away," she said eagerly, "we'll go up to my bedroom. I'll give you both a good time.
Paul and Brad looked at each and both raised their eyebrows together.
Both shrugged and forced a smile. They'd go, but their hearts weren't in it.
Carol winked at Helen when their husbands left the room, dragging their cocks with them. She knew she was being hard on Paul, but she figured he deserved it. This swapping was his idea. She'd been content to live the life of a happily married housewife, a one man woman. Paul had always satisfied her and she'd never felt an overwhelming desire to cheat on him or go looking for a different man. She no longer had the big spark of rebellion burning inside. Her college days were gone. She was no longer a student rebel, trying to change the whole world.
She had become a member of the establishment, and a contented member, satisfied with making a good salary as a secretary in a downtown office. Satisfied that her husband was also making the grade in business.
The routine, normal, everyday living of establishment type people satisfied her. If there was only some way she could convert Paul and get him off this radical kick. Especially off this wife swapping kick. She smiled to herself, thinking of the way he looked when he left the room. He had had a real thoughtful look, after seeing Harry ramming his big stick in and out of her rear end. She seldom let Paul do this to her, and when he did, she pretended she didn't enjoy it. Tonight, with Paul watching, she'd acted like it was the greatest thing she'd ever done. .
"We kinda gave our boys something to think about," she whispered, her lips almost touching Helen's.
Helen crinkled her nose and giggled. "They sure looked sad when they left." She frowned. "Maybe we shouldn't be so rough on them?"
Carol kissed her. "Don't chicken out now, dear. We're gonna break 'em of this wife swapping bit, or at least slow 'em down. Maybe," Carol added thoughtfully, "Well narrow the whole thing down to just you and me. Paul and Brad for swaps. No others. How's that sound?"
"Wonderful. Ooooh ... Aaaaa!" Helen squealed at the sudden burst of activity in her asshole. "I think my lover boy's about to come." She scrootched backward to accept Harry's offering.
Helen was right. "He's coming!" she shrieked.
Carol, for the moment the forgotten woman, turned around to watch the ass-master in action. She nodded her approval, realizing that Harry really knew his business. Feeling himself about to come, he grabbed the small girl by the hips, lunged forward mightily and drew her cute ass to himself at the same time. His mast was deeply imbedded between her ass cheeks and solidly implanted in her tiny hole. "I'm coming, you little bitch!" he roared, pounding her and thrusting forward harder and harder and deeper and deeper into the cavity.
"Ow! Oooo. Ouch! Aaaah...." Helen alternated between cries of pain and screams of joy as he socked it to her. She glanced at Carol, her eyes wide, half with fright, half with pleasure.
Carol sat in front of Helen's face, spread her legs wide, eased her pussy forward and said, "Here suck on this while he reams you. It'll help you forget the pain."
Helen accepted the invitation. She shoved her face into Carol's nest and lapped greedily, the new pleasure allowing her to forget the pain at the rear.
Harry finally ran out of steam and juice. He plopped his instrument out of the tiny, opening and weaved around a bit. Then, shaking his head groggily, he left the room. "I gotta get me a drink. Then relax. You kids are almost too much. I must be getting old...." Still mumbling to himself he left the room, saying, "See you kids later. Keep the motors warmed up."
When he left the room, Helen reluctantly withdrew her mouth from Carol's cunt. She scrootched up and fell into Carol's loving embrace. "He's quite a man, isn't he?"
"That he is." Carol stroked Helen's long blonde hair and let her fingers play around the full, ripe lips. She ran her fingers over Helen's eyebrows and over her smooth, white cheeks, she touched Helen's cute nose. "And you're quite a girl, dear. You do things to me."
"Like what?" Helen pursed her lips, an impish gleam in her eyes.
"Like I never wanted to do to a girl before," Carol confessed. "Like this, for instance!" She kissed Helen on the lips. "I never wanted to do that to a girl before. I love doing it to you."
"You're queer, that's why." Helen grinned impishly and nestled deeper into Carol's embrace. "You're a Lesbian!"
"I am not!" Carol rejected the idea, flushing guiltily.
"Then why'd you suck my cunt before?" The little minx eyed her bed partner."
"I ... I ... You were doing it to me. I wanted to return the favor."
"Sure, sure. I understand." Helen laughed. "The first girl I sucked said the same thing. I tried to use the same alibi you're using. But truthfully," she confessed, "I liked it from the very first time." Helen let her fingers stray to Carol's hairy mound and tweaked at it. "I love sucking girls off!"
"How long you been doing it? You are only eighteen and a half?"
"I first did it when I was about fifteen." A far-away look came to Helen's eyes as her memory slipped back through time. "There was this girl and I. We went together, spent weekends together. One night while we were taking a bath together, we happened to bump into each other while drying off. First thing you know, we were in each others arms ... kissing!"
Helen lay back on the bed, recalling the event, eyes half closed. "I can tell you we were both scared at our age. Two girls kissing each other. Both of us were very popular with the boys and we often went the route with them. Then, all of a sudden, we found ourselves in each others arms. That night when we went to bed we undressed, and, well, we kissed each other all over. We did it often after that and we enjoyed it more and more. That's how I got started. I've been doing it ever since. Whenever I get the chance."
"Brad know you're queer for girls?"
"Hell no! The shock'd kill him. I'm all girl to him. We met while I was in college. I was a freshman and he was a grad student. We went together about six months. During that time, I didn't have another girl. Now we've been married about six months and I still haven't had another girl ...." "Until tonight! " Carol set the record straight.
"But, of course!" Helen kissed her tenderly. "And I love you for it, darling. Can't we work something out so we can be lovers, and still satisfy our husbands? Maybe not let them find out?"
Carol nodded. "I've been giving it some thought. Like maybe tying it in with this swapping the boys are so charged up about. But--" She broke off and stared at her lovely bed partner.
"What?"
"I'm not convinced I like this Lez bit. I'm thinking maybe the first time was a novelty. Maybe I'm not cut out for that kind of stuff."
"But you are, darling. The way you did me when I did you. Like an expert, and you acted like you enjoyed it. Please say you will."
"Maybe if we have another session while our swap partner is downstairs recuperating? How about taking a bath, like you and your little friend did when you got started?"
"Good thinking!" Helen hopped to her feet, eyes aglow. "I could use a bath, after our session with fatso. C'mon." She led the way into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.
"Wait'll I potty." Helen plopped onto the throne and began tinkling.
Carol sat on the edge of the tub and watched.
Then they reversed positions. While Carol tinkled, Helen let her hand slide in between Carol's thighs and played with her dripping pussy. "I've played all kinds of games with my girl lovers," she explained, rubbing her fingers around Carol's pussy, making it difficult for Carol to complete her tinkling mission.
"Like what you're doing now?" Carol's eyes twinkled. She could feel herself heating up.
"Yep. Sometimes I lay in the bath tub and let a girl squat down over my face and pee on me."
"You don't!" Carol gasped, her face flushed.
"I do. Wanna try it?"
Carol stared sadly. "Too late now."
Helen shrugged. "That's okay. If we get to be real lovers, we'll have lots of time for that, and many other tricks. Right now, let's hop in the tub." Bending over, she shoved the stopper in the drain and started the flow of lukewarm water.
Standing beside the tub, the girls watched the bubbling water. Helen's hands swept to Carol's waist. She drew her close. "Kiss me! " she ordered.
Carol stiffened. The girl was taking a lot for granted. Issuing orders, yet. Then she relaxed. She was a few years older than Helen, but in this new field she was a virgin, so to speak. She'd follow the lead of the experienced member. She puckered her lips and kissed Helen. "Anything you say, dear." With these words Carol relinquished the authority to Helen. She'd be content to be the willing pupil, at least until she learned the ropes.
When the tub was filled sufficiently, the two lovely girls hopped in and sat down facing each other. It was a large-sized tub and they had plenty of room to maneuver.
"Soap me all over!" ordered Helen, thrusting forward and handing a wash rag and bar of soap to her slave.
Carol obeyed. Taking the wash rag, she rubbed it full of suds, reached over and started on Helen's neck and shoulders. Next, she washed the petite titties, cupping them upward with the wash rag and her hands. She took the soapy tits into her mouth and sucked them. She giggled, "I'm glad they bought a mild tasting soap."
Carol continued downward, dipping the wash rag and her fingers between the glorious thighs and paying particular attention to the golden curls at the apex. She ran the wash rag and her fingers in and out the tiny cunt and then onto the still ravished asshole. "Does this still hurt?"
"Some," admitted Helen, scrootching around a bit when Carol's fingers dug in. "That Harry! He could ruin a girl for life. At least ruin her for ordinary guys like our husbands."
Carol grinned. "Did you see the stricken looks on their faces when they watched Harry reaming our assholes? I sure wish I had a picture of that!"
Helen giggled. "I never saw Brad look so shocked!" She took the wash rag and soap and began washing Carol. "Turn around and get up on your knees, darling."
"Yes, dear." Carol, the willing slave, obeyed instantly. She wheeled around, got onto her knees and backed her fanny up to her tub partner. She wiggled it impishly. "Like this?"
"Right!" Using her tongue like a paint brush, Helen swabbed up and down in the entire exposed area. She gave the broad tongued treatment to the thighs, ass cheeks, asshole and cunt looming so invitingly in front of her face. She tweaked at the rich loins of her partner and played with the glorious mound of brown curly hair. She tenderly slapped the smooth, white ass cheeks until they began turning a delightful shade of pink.
In between bites, nibbles and swabbing with her tongue, Helen cupped Carol's gorgeous titties in her hands, fingering and tweaking them.
Carol, heating up and feeling warm all over, stared longingly at Helen's cunt, a few inches below the water line. It wasn't fair, Helen having all the fun. She felt an overwhelming desire to get her mouth on Helen's pussy!
Taking a deep breath, she plunged her head below the surface of the water, spread Helen's legs apart and dipped her mouth over the tiny opening between Helen's thighs. Trying not to swallow too much water, she sucked greedily at Helen's cunt. She finally had to come up for air.
She gasped and felt the water running down her cheeks. Her hairdo was ruined, but she didn't care. She took a deep breath and was about to dive down again, when Helen stayed her.
"I'm convinced, darling. You're queer: a born Lez. Let's get dried off, go back into the bedroom and really make love!" Helen suited words to action by hopping out of the tub, grabbing a towel and starting to towel herself vigorously. When they were both dried off, they returned to the bedroom.
Helen, still acting the part of the head Lesbian, gently arranged Carol on the bed on her back. She spread her legs and knelt beside her. Then she came at her, tongue extended, a dreamy, far-away look in her baby blue eyes. "I'm gonna kiss you all over, darling," she cooed. "Make you so hot...."
Carol nodded and held out her hands. "I'm ready, dear. Anything you say. Anything you want me to do." She melted into a hot, creamy sex pot when Helen's lips closed over hers.
They kissed for a long time, tongues dueling. They savored each other's lips, sucked tongues and sucked lips. They rubbed noses, licking each other's cheeks with hot tongues. Fingers flying over each other's bodies, they kissed and murmured their love for each other.
"I love you, darling." Helen breathed in Carol's ear while she kissed her neck. "Love you so much. More than any other girl I've ever loved. You're so beautiful." Helen tried to speak in a low, mannish voice, playing the part of a man atop a girl. She spread Carol's legs wider and mounted her like a man. She rubbed her tiny cunt against Carol's. "Make like I'm a man getting ready to fuck you, darling," she ordered. "You're a virgin...."
Carol played the part. "Yes ... mister. Ooooh ... Aaaaah! I love the feel of your big thing between my legs, mister!" she squealed, working her ass up and down as though she were really getting screwed.
"Now, you're doing it, darling!" Helen was overjoyed at Carol's quick acceptance of the little game. "Don't fight it, darling. I'm gonna stick it in."
Carol acted scared. "Please take it easy, mister. I've never done this before." She drew Helen to her, kissed her again and again. She wiggled her ass around under her love partner, their sex parts rubbing together. One was blonde and tiny, the other brown haired, also tiny. Vaginal lips rubbed, bumping together as the girls thrashed at each other passionately.
"You're getting me so hot, dear!" Helen's voice was still deep, mannish. "I'm gonna stick it in now!" Helen lunged forward.
"Ooooh. Aaaah ... Ow ... Ooooh. It feels so big in there, mister ...! " Carol cried, in mock anguish. "You're so big, but now it's beginning to feel good. Aaaaa. Oooooh. Do me some more. I'm gonna come!" This time her cries were for real. Carol cut loose with a minor orgasm.
"I'm coming, too!" Helen squealed. She, too, let loose with an orgasm. The wetness dripped from two cunts. Helen placed her lips over Carol's, still pretending to be a man. "I came in your tiny pussy, dear. I shot a big load in there."
"I know." Carol kissed her. "I felt it. I came right with you. I bet I got your big cock all wet." "Let's see?" Still the mannish voice.
The girls swung around in the classic Lesbian position, Carol on top. Instantly they dipped tongues into each other, greedily licking the love liquid.
"You sure did come!" Helen squealed happily, licking Carol's pussy. Her voice had returned to it's normal, girlish tones. She was no longer playing the part of a man. She was back to being Helen, the girl lover.
"You did, too!" Carol sucked contentedly at her lover's sex. She liked it better, being a girl, but knew that before long Helen would be laying under her and she'd be playing the part of a man.
Carol drew the small blonde to her. She dipped her tongue deeply into the tiny, golden cunt and sipped at the love nectar. A feeling of warmth swept through her. She loved this gorgeous little girl as she'd loved no one before. A strange, odd kind of love. Not the love of a man for a woman. An entirely new feeling, a strange sensation. A love she'd be looking forward to for a long time.
It was a strange new world, without men, but a completely satisfying one. She was wedded and mated to this lovely girl. She hoped Harry wouldn't return. She wanted to spend the entire night with her little blonde lover, getting to know her and love her and play games with her.
She voiced her feelings. "I hope Harry doesn't come back tonight!"
Helen disengaged her mouth from Carol's sex long enough to affirm the same desire. "Me, too." She bent back eagerly to the task of pleasing her lover.
Carol stared down at the gorgeous pink thighs, the widespread legs, and the golden curls. She stared at the pinkish cunt she'd been sucking and flushed. In her wildest dreams she'd never imagined she would come to the point where" she'd rather be making love to a girl, than having a big, stiff cock rammed into her. But that was her feeling at the moment. Even the thought of Harry coming back with his overgrown dick failed to excite her.
She wanted only to get at this gorgeous pussy. Bending to the task, she breathed a prayer, Harry, don't come back. Let me enjoy this for the rest of the night.
Harry wobbled from the room after unloading in the little blonde's upturned fanny. He was beat. The two kids had excited him so much and he'd unloaded so much, it would take him quite some time to recuperate. A thought strayed through his mind after he'd gone to the potty and had washed up. Could he be getting old? He was only pushing thirty-two.
He poured himself a few drinks, sat at the bar and drank them. The house was very quiet. He assumed that his wife and Paul and Brad in her bedroom. He knew she would be running them through their paces.
He grinned. Knowing Rita, he knew this procedure would take all night. She was a love machine, insatiable. And with two guys to work on, she'd be good for the night.
His thoughts went back to the two gorgeous hunks of femininity in his bedroom. Never before in his life had he ever had two such lovelies at the same time. A guy could spend all night exploring their loveliness and sampling the tight goodies between their legs and ass cheeks.
But a guy also should pace himself, he decided. Maybe he should take a nap and rest up a bit? Then he'd be ready for an all night session.
Harry went over to the bed on the stage, lay down and pulled a cover over him.
Within a few minutes he was snoring, deep in a sleep that would last until morning.