Chapter 6

"Light me a cigarette, will you, Jim? " I found an ash tray on the sink, lit a cigarette and brought it over to her. She was seated on a straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. Sitting on the bed facing her, I watched her puff shallowly, blowing out the smoke quickly. I doubted she had smoked more than two or three cigarettes in her life. Oblivious of the fact that her blue print dress was well above her knees, she sat with her legs spread, the white of the inside of her thighs showing up to her crotch. I looked away from the sight of black hairs sprouting from beneath her panties; despite our presence in this room as a couple paired for sex activities, it seemed indecent, somehow. I studied the lines in her face, pale and tense, as she sat staring down at her hands.

"Oh God! What would I have done if I'd been paired with him?" She was thinking aloud, not asking a question of me. "Goddamn him! How could he do this to me?"

I sat silent. I had my own black thoughts about the way the evening had turned out. Good God! My Jan in bed with a....

"I'm sorry, Jim." She rose, walked over to the bed, and turned her back. "My zipper."

Standing up, I turned her around and held my hands on her shoulders. "Look, Rose. You're in no mood for games. Let's just sit here and talk."

Raising her head, she looked at me with anguish in her eyes. The torment in her mind had deepened the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and added age lines to her face. Her lips parted in an attempted smile. "The name of the game is swap. We both have something to regret in this tonight, but that doesn't change the rules. My zipper, please."

I stood aside as she went through the mechanical motions of undressing. She had become so lost in thought that she failed to notice that I had as yet made no move to take off my clothes. Not until she lay naked in the bed did she glance at me.

"Well," she sighed, "don't you want me either?"

"Of course, Rose. I'm sorry. I'll be right with you."

How different this is from last Monday's session with the lovely Helen Conrad. I kept my glance fastened on the oil painting on the wall above the couch, contrasting the painted curves so lush, the firm full breasts and hips, with the slender figure before me, the breasts small, but baggy nonetheless, the skeletal rib cage and hip bones unfleshed, and the eyes-a lively emerald green in the painting, a dull, lifeless blue in Rose's pale face . .. lifeless blue until I slipped out of my shorts. Then they opened wide with shock.

"My God! You're enormous!" She wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. "Oh, I can never take that."

I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her brow. "Come now, Rose. You're a big girl. I'm not that big."

"Hasn't anyone told you about me?"

"I hope it isn't the custom in the group for members to discuss anything that goes on in these private sessions."

"No, but... I... I only have anal intercourse."

"Don't you have a son about fifteen ... isn't he at some military school? " "Yes. The doctor cautioned me then that if I ever got pregnant again, I'd die. Milt and I started anal intercourse then. I wouldn't dare try the other."

"But the pill ... " "I still wouldn't trust it. Besides, I ... well, I've gotten used to the other ..."

"I've never tried it up the ass . . . pardon me, I mean, I've never tried it that way." I lay down beside her, and, as my cock touched her thigh, it started to harden. "We can just lie here for a while, Rose." I kissed her breasts, not trying to rouse her, rather, just because they were there, they were breasts, and it seemed that I had nothing else to do. I wondered what my Jan was doing at the moment. I had tried to keep her out of my mind. Damn this swapping, I thought. But the image of Marie and of Helen popped into my mind-a fair swap for my Jan, I had to admit.

I became aware of Rose's hand on my cock. "Gee! It's big when it swells up! That would really fill me up inside. Do you suppose we could get it in?"

"I doubt it."

"Could we try? Please, Jim?"

"I'll get the Vaseline. Just a minute." She scrambled over me, hurried into the bathroom and was out in a minute. "Let's see, where's a good place?" She glanced about the room. "The sink's too high, the couch too low. This chair. The back's the right height."

"How the hell you going to do it in that chair? " "Jim!" She laughed with a real note of merriment. "Not in the chair. I'll bend over the chair. Here, let me grease this up." She spread a layer of Vaseline around the head of my cock and down the shaft. Then she squatted and spread Vaseline around her anus. Bending forward over the back of the chair, she rested both hands on the seat and spread her feet. "Now, Jim, let's try it. Be very careful. Don't get the head of it near my pussy. And don't push too hard."

Looking at the greased crack of her ass and my thick stiff prick glistening like a channel swimmer ready for takeoff, I felt like a naughty little boy caught with his pants down and playing with himself. I found her asshole with my middle finger. It felt loose and large, well-used. Her hands came around her hips to pull her ass-cheeks apart. I pressed the slippery head of my cock up to it and pushed gently.

"Easy, please. Oh, that feels good. Maybe it'll go in. Wait. Let me relax. Now push, a little harder. Oh, wait. Now, try again."

I felt a good part of the head go in. "Is it all right?" I asked anxiously. "I don't want to hurt you."

She grunted. "Almost that time. Now, try again. Push. Harder."

I rammed at it and felt the head of it slide in as she cried out I remained motionless, fearful I'd hurt her.

'It's in. Oh, what a big one!" Her right hand reached back to pat my hip affectionately. "Oh, Jim, that feels wonderful. Push it all in."

"Are you sure it's all right?"

"Yes. I love it. Give it to me in slow easy strokes. Ooh!" she sighed as my belly came up to mash against her ass, "ooh! I've never had a cock this big in me. Wonderful!"

Her ass was working with me now, pushing back against my belly as I shoved it in to her, pulling away as I backed off. Her sphincter was like the hand of an expert, clamping around the head and the base of my prick alternately. Reaching under her belly, I worked my fingers into her pubic hair, found the parting of her cuntal lips and massaged the base of her clitoris. In a matter of minutes, I felt her tense, then thrust her pubes forward, and her sphincter clamp around my cock as she moaned and thrashed in orgasmic release.

"I'm sorry, Jim. It came on me all of a sudden." She thrust her ass-cheeks back against me. I'm glad you haven't come yet. Ooh! I cant tell you how much I'm enjoying this."

"I am too, Rose. I never thought I would. But it's real great" She came again and once again, before I finally felt the fires rage out of control in me and burst through my balls and my cock in great eruptions of hot semen somewhere within her.

Swapping had its good points too, I decided, quite pleased with my first experience in buggery. But then, where the devil would I find another anal aperture equally capable of receiving this oversized appendage of mine the next time it sought the back road?