Chapter 5
Dale Drake stretched his arms lazily as he lay nude in the sheets of his king-sized bed. His eyes graveled across the room to where his wife's dress was draped neatly over a chair. He could hear Laura down the hallway preening herself in the bathroom and he recalled the sexy bounce of her cute bottom as she had left the room in her bra and panties a few moments earlier. His cock twinged and Dale felt an unusually strong surge of hist-unusually, strong for his wife at least.
There had been something in the air this evening from the moment Dale had stepped inside the door. Laura had been walking, talking and generally vibrating with a sexiness that had long been absent with the dreariness that had invaded their life of late. There had been a certain sultry verve in verything from her greeting kiss to her especially good dinner. Dale had almost forgotten she could be this way.
He sprawled his body lazily in the large expanse of the bed, allowing his cock to stiffen harder-reveling in the sensation of his own aroused maleness. Laura's undressing of a few moments previous had been effected with a deliberate and somewhat self-concious sensuality and Dale had found himself ogling her movements. Well, it was a good, hard screwing the lady needed, and he was more than ready to oblige.
He let his mind wander and, as they had several times earlier that day, his thoughts settled on the subject of swapping.
Yesterday afternoon he had been lunching in one of the faculty cafes with three of his fellow professors when the subject had been casually introduced. Dale had managed to conceal his initial surprise and listened silently as the three, all his age or loder, though all much more ingrained with the Pompeyo "scene." cooly and candidly discussed their views and experiences.
From the tone of their conversation, swapping was obviously a frequent topic, and from the content of their conversation, it was apparently a frequent activity as well. Though it was obvious to all that Dale was unversed in the swap scene, none of the three attempted to draw him into the conversation, to question his views, much less to give him the hard sell. It was as if they respected his abstinence and there was no in-crowd snobbery, all of which had made Dale that much more intrigued.
The conversation had been on his mind often since then. Some of the goings on had sounded pretty far out as well as some of the principals involved. Gradually he had begun to put himself in the picture and had begun thinking of somehow tactfully approaching the subject with Laura. But at that point he always told himself that he was getting a little too carried away. Laura wasn't ready for that, and in all likelihood neither was he. So, he put it off, though he couldn't quite put it out of his mind.
He heard the padding of Laura's feet and looked up to see the grand entrance he was expecting. She was attired in a filmy, canary yellow negligee with matching baby doll panties. The hem of the negligee cut across her belly revealing the inviting bulge of her pan tied puss between her shapely thighs. Her hair was piled attractively atop her head and her cheeks had a rosy, lusty flush. Dale's prick hardened almost instantly to a full erection that tented the covers.
"Wow, hon," he breathed.
Laura smiled and slipped under the covers, snuggling against him; their mouths met in a tentative kiss, crackling with lust current. Dale moved for a repeat of that, but Laura pulled away slightly.
"Darling?" she cooed.
"What is it, hon?" he asked sensing quickly that something was on her mind.
"There's been something I've been wanting to talk to you about."
"What's up?" Dale asked softly, looking into the deep brown eyes he knew so well.
"Well... Jean Cruchon stopped by yesterday and we were talking about our... our marriages when... well... Dale, did you know that the Cruchon's are... partner swappers?"
So that was it! The evening made sense now to Dale. He should have known that she was building up to something... but this?
"Not really," Dale replied calmly, "But I know that a lot of my other colleagues are."
"Well," she continued, "I was pretty shocked at first, but then Jean began to describe just how things were for them... and, well, when they first started swapping they were sort of... sort of in the same kind of rut we're in now... " Dale nodded slowly, taking it all in. It was hard to believe, but his wife was presenting him with a question he had hardly dared to ask her. That in itself was enough to resove the answer in his mind.
"The truth is, hon, I've been thinking about that very idea myself lately."
"Really?"
"Yes," said Dale, "Tough I hardly thought mlady would be so game."
Laura smiled, but her face suddenly grew serious.
"Well, that's just it," she said softly, running her fin gers over Dale's chest, "There are some aspects of it which... well, bother me."
"Listen," said Dale, pulling her against him, "We dan talk about it later... ther's more important things at hand."
Laura rolled her body willingly against her husband's as he seized her mouth in a sucking kiss. She quivered as the rigid tip of his prod rubbed and probed at the pantied juncture of her loins. She opened her legs and let his smooth prick slide between them, shivering at the feel of his hot hardness on her ssensitive flesh. She humped and hunched as Dale worked his prick back and forth against her steamy crotch.
There had been other things on Laura's mind that day, as well as swapping... she ran her hand down the flat, hard plane of her husbands belly and gripped the thick root of his shaft, nosing the tip deftly over the pantied nub of her clittie.
"Ooooh Dale," she gurgled, "I just love this prick of yours."
To his surprise, Laura whipped back the sheets from Dale's body and rolled away from him, exposing the long red shaft of his rigid penis, throbbing high and hard. Yes, Laura had decided that if she was really going to be a swinger, she had some things to brush up on...
"Just relax dear," she purred, lifting herself from alongside him.
Dale watched in disbelieving silence as Laura hovered over his body and, for the first time in their eight years of marriage, lowered her head to his prick.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long time," she cooed.
Dale's expression of slack-mouthed amazement turned to one of bliss as his wife gently cupped his balls in her soft fingers. She was actually going to eat him!
He watched through stunned, glazed eyes as Laura's hand tilted his awesome tool so that the pink-purplish mushroom head pointed towards the pouting 'O' of her lips. Her pink tongue darted nervously between them occasionally licking over her mouth. Laura inhaled the musky, heady aroma of cock and if it wasn't particularly sweet to her delicate nostrils, it was exciting, stimulating...
Tentatively, timidly, Laura's tongue reached and touched the throbbing head of her husband's prick. Dale's hoarse growl of pleasure mingled with his wife's excited gurgle at the electric contact.
Emboldened, her dainty tongue began to move in swirling circles over the cherry tip as the salty flavor filled her mouth charging her with animal lust, driving her on. Her excited hand pumped up and down on the base of his swollen shaft as her tongue covered its entire head.
Laura was alive with a new kind of excitement. The feel of her husband's abundant maleness in her hands and at her mouth was driving her wild. Her pussy flared and throbbed with excitement, oozing and dribbling, tingling in the filmy nest of her panties. Her nipples ached as they thrust into the thin negligee. Wild with lust, she wooped down and with a single motion drove her husband's dork into her hungry mouth.
Her hps slid wetly over the crown of Dale's prick and hiw head was encompassed completely in the soft, moist cavern of her mouth. Then she began to suck,and suck, and suck.
"Ohhhbaby, Ohhh man!" Dale rasped.
Her tongue laved him in rapid deft circles over the tip of his organ, winding around the glans as her lips slid along the slick, smooth shaft of cockflesh, slurping, gurgling on this surfeit of maleness. Her touch was demanding yet soft, hungry, yet delt. She swallowed her saliva which was richly mixed with male juices.
She brought her hand once more to the hairy sac of her husband's balls and felt his body arch as she lifted and gently squeezed the balls. The first prick she grabbed would be the first into her pussy.
She felt Dianne's fingers working at her bra catch. She blushed and shuddered as she felt two pairs of male eyes awaiting the unveiling of her twin beauties. Her excitement was strongly augmented by the feel of another girl's hands on her body, something new to Ginnie.
Dianne undid the catch and slipped the bra straps off Ginnie's shoulders and the blonde sucked in her breath as her hard-tipped titties sprang free and bare. To her surprise and deep, secret delight, Dianne slipped her hands under Ginnie's arms and reached up to cup her breasts, holding them out.
"Mmmmmmm," Dianne laughed, "Who'll be the lucky winner of these beauties?"
Ginnie's senses were floating on a sultry cloud of grass, booze and desire, and the feel of another female's soft hands on her tittie treasures was a new and deeply thrilling sensastion. A soft sigh escaped her throat and Ginnie heard Dianne chuckle behind her as she slowly, tantalizingly moved her hands down to the waistband of the bonde's panties. She gave them a little snap.
"I'll leave this to your beau,'.' she whispered.
Ginnie shuddered again, growing embarassed at this daring play. Dianne sensed her impatience and bent to pick up Ginnie's bra. She gently placed the cups of the bra over Ginnie's eyes as the blonde stole a last glance at the bulging male prizes she would be choosing from. Then Dianne fastened the bra securely behind her head-a cute, effective blindfold.
Ginnie waited in darkness as Dianne, obviously well experienced at these trysts, conducted the show.
"Okay boys." she said.
Ginnie heard two pairs of shorts sliding down two pairs of legs. She tried to envision the lovely big hard-ons which must be soaring into view. From the little cooing sound Dianne was making, they were no doubt fully and gloriously erect.
"Well, Ginnie, go ahead," giggled Dianne. "As they used to say on my favorite TV show, "Pluck your magic twanger."
Ginnie heard the men laughing as Dianne took her by the shoulders and gently spun her around in a few slow circles, then gave her a push in the right direction. Somewhat dizzily, her hands stretched before her, her heart pounding with excitement, Ginnie moved forward on wobbly legs.
"That's it," Dianne called encouragingly.
There was an interval of tension which Ginnie, in her blindness sensed all the more acutely, as her hands groped before her. For a few long moments she grasped only thin air and then, with a jolting suddeness, her hand closed over the smooth rigid sylinder of a thickly swollen cock. It was John's.
She could tell; where Rick's was long and sturdy, it lacked the thickness of the massive prod which beat in her hand. She could barely get her fingers around it. She shivered from her panties to her toes as cries of excitement and relief greeted her find.
"You couldn't have made a better choice," John said as Dianne unfastened the bra from Ginnie's head.
"Oh!... " Ginnie gasped, as she suddenly found herself looking into the Indian's dark, smiling eyes.
"It's really a far-out way to choose your partner isn't it?" Dianne bubbled.
"Oh, it was hard there for a minute," giggled Ginnie.
"Well, it hasn't grown any softer," said John.
They all laughed as Ginnie blushingly realized she was still gripping the Indian's big lust lever. She glanced down at it, and the angry immensity of it brought back the memory of the savage pleasure she had received from it once before.
She looked over at Rick, prick at stiff attention, eyes rooted hungrily on Dianne who was cooly stripping off her bra. Though she and Rick had reached a quick and hassle-free agreement about partner swapping, Ginnie couldn't help but feel some embarassment about the situation. Her unease was somewhat alleviated though by Rick's obvious lack of uptightness and his obvious interest in Dianne.
She noticed he wasn't slow to catch on to this game! Well, as long as everyone was happy, what the hell!
John's big, hand moved down between Ginnie's thighs and crawled up between them, daringly claiming her tingly cunt. Ginnie writhed and hunched, squeezing harder on the hot lance in her hands. Her bikini panty was thin, a diaphanous layer of slinky nylon on her tender twat. John lovingly cupped her pussy curve and Ginnie trembled.
"Feels like a hot one, blondie," he whispered.
The words sent a shiver through her. Her uptightness was quickly dissolving. She'd wanted this beg red stud all along. That first screwing-practically a rape-had been something else and she was looking forward to mpre.
"You're making it hot, honey," Ginnie hissed boldly.
Her hand traveled the length of his quivering rod, drawing a low rumble from his thick chest. Oooooh, such a groovy big one! If he gets into me, I'll just about go out of my mind! she thought.
"Such a beautiful, wild, big prick!" she marvelled aloud.
"Why don't we get those panties off and put it where it belongs, honey" he said, his voice trembling with a husky edge of barely restrained lust.
As John led her over to the nearest bed, her own, Ginnie glanced over to see Rick and Dianne locked in a scorching kiss, their bodies locked hotly. Ginnie could see that Dianne was getting all kinds of groovy thrills from that hard prick that Ginnie knew so well. Rick was riding it smoothly against the brunette honey's straining snatch.
Ginnie sprawled back on the bed, bumping and grinding her pan tied snatch in the Indian's face. She felt herself melting inside as she eyed the deliciously long prick which hung cantflevered below his flat belly as he knelt over her. She reached out and closed her fingers around his shaft with trembly eagerness.
"You like that, don't you, " he husked into her ear, kissing her hotly on the neck.
"I like what this big beauty of a fuck stick can do," Ginnie replied, feeling a sloppy, careless wantoness running over her. "Get it up in there quick, lover!"
"With a fuckable little puss like yours, honey, I gotta take my time," the Indian teased.
"You didn't take much fucking time last time!"
"Looks like I'll just have to make up for it then, won't I?"
He palmed her pan tied puss bulge and Ginnie shivered deliciously. Fast or slow, rough or gentle, he had a touch with her that turned her to jelly. She had to admit, he surpassed Rick. What a hunk! What a cock!
His fingers grew more insistent in their rhythmic caress and more hot joy juice dribbled from Binnie's cunny into her panty crotch. Oooh, she hoped he'd take her little dainties off soon! "Oooohh, Johnnnn... " she cooed, her inhibitions flying out the window, "This little chickie's got an itchy pussy. She wants to be licked and sucked! Yessss... I want that handsome tongue of yours up between my thighs... " John chuckled lewdly as her wild words taunted him. He lifted her torso in his powerful hands, breathless at the taut magnificence of her breasts and smooth flesh. He decided to work his way down to the promised land.
He opened his mouth and sucked her jewel of a ruby-red nipple, completely absorbing it and the hardened aureola aurrounding the enticing cap of the heavy, yet firm and pointed one of satiny loveliness.
Ginnie gasped as he began to nibble and suck; he could hear her breathe quickly and excitedly through her nostrils. He moved his hips between her thighs and nudged his prick up against her pantied crotch, rubbing the throbbing prong fervently against her pubic mound, letting her legs fall limply on either side of him.
"Oh John... oh over, yes!" she whined. "Suck it... oh suck my titties... oh, oh, yes!" for a few long, exquisitely torturous moments he buried his face in the smothering resilience of the soft, perfumed mounds. Finally, when he could no longer breathe, he pulled his head away and moved his lips down to her navel. Ginnie writhed in a delirium of anticipation, running her fingers through the Indian's long, raven black hair.
His fingers crept to the waistband of her panties.
"Seems like we're getting psychedelic in our choice of underwear these days." he breathed, admiring the tight fit of her brightly colored panties. Ginnie was too gone for any words of reply.
He hooked his fingers into the briefs and drew them down over her full, rounded hips and buttocks. He stroked her naked, quivering ass cheeks beneath his searching hands, while Ginnie lifted her legs up to facilitate panty removal. He slipped the sheer garment down the full, white columns of her thighs, finally kicking them off and climbing over her once more.
He explored the crevice of her lovely bottom with expert hands, spreading apart the smooth fleshy globes and tenderly fingering the tight, puckered hole of her anus. Ginnie choked and gurgled passionately into his face. Her tongue sprouted from her mouth and he seized at if with his, molding her hps in a hungry kiss.
John reveled in the voluptuous abundance of her femininity. She was all woman, soft, warm and silken to the touch.
He slid his hands down over the soft, velvety moons of flesh and let them cup the provocative overhang of silken loveliness, one venturing through the downish nest of hair until it came to the moist slit between her legs?; he parted the pubic tangle and opened it delicately with his fingertips, then slowly inserted a middle finger.
"Oh, John... oh, baby... that's so groovy," she keened, spasming with pleasure.
She opened her legs wide to facilitate his access to her clitoris. He teased and taunted the fleshy bud, erect and tender under his knowing fingertips.
"Oh... oh, don't stop!"
"Stop! I've only just begun."
The Indian drew back for a moment to admire and appraise the luscious beauty which lay at his complete disposal. He loved blondes and Ginnie had an especially beautiful little blonde pussy.
The honeyed, silken down covering the fleshy lips of her mature, pink cunt was a lovely sight, his aching cock beat extra hard as he drank it in. He had a powerful urge to bury it in her to the steaming hilt, but he restrained the urge, determined to drink her beauty to the fullest.
"Such a tender, lovely little puss... " he murmured as he lowered his head.
His palms, gentle and adroit, parted and rubbed the soft, warm flesh of her quivering inner thighs. The hands moved upwards and suddenly his thumbs were slowly parting the curls of her blonde pubic hair and spreading them open to him. Ginnie shook as the cool air danced on her moist, sensitive inner flesh.
John's lustful eyes riveted on the delicious, glistening coral fissure he had tenderly laid open to him within the enframing, silken blonde hair so sparsely covering the edges of her flushed vaginal lips. He moistened his hps, his mouth watering as he eyed the erect little bud at the apex of her cunt lips, palpitating vibrantly.
Shivering deliciously as she felt the hot wisps of his breath graze the sensitive, secret flesh down between her legs, Ginnie made an impassioned groan as suddenly, she felt his long, hot tongue lick hotly up through her exposed pussy hps, its moisture blending with her own. Uncontrollably, she slipped down toward him on the bed, moaning and pulling with her hands at the sides of his head, pulling him tightly into her lustfully hungering cunt. Oh Lord! It was sheer ecstasy!
"Oh, oh... oooooh!" she wailed.
The masterful Indian licked and sucked, fastening his lips around her burning clit as she began to writhe and squirm her hips in spasmodic and wanton undulation. Ginnie felt as if her pussy was suddenly flowering open to him, and for John, the perfumed female scent which filled his nostrils served to spur the intensity of his attack. She smelled of pleasing, aromatic soap and the satiny skin of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle, moving embrace was like soft, sweet scented velvet. Ginnie mewed her contentment as the Indian feasted to his fill...
Across the room, Rick Granger shot a quick glance at the couple on the bed. He quelled his sudden natural impluse to jealousy as he watched the Indian's head bob rhthmically between his girl's thighs. Such feelings weren't in the spirit of things, and besides, there were better things to occupy his gaze with.
Dianne lay sprawled beneath him on the thick woven rug which lay in the center of the room She was undulating her pantied hips into the carpet and the motion stretched the sheer fabric over the bulging lips of her pussy, outlining them invitingly. Her firm titties juggled on her chest with her movements, their pink tips quivering in an irresistable call to lust. Dianne gazed up at the rampant prick which jutted magnificently into the air above her, cleaving it in mean, snapping strokes, she pursed her hps and stretched out her arms.
"C'mon handsome," she cooed, "I've waited long enough for this."
Rick had too. He'd liked the way she had been snapping her cute little butt at him from the first time he'd met her. He knew it was she who was behind this whole affair.
He sank to his knees between her thighs, eyeing the irresistable juncture of her panties. He bent his head and pressed his mouth hard against the silken bulge. Dianne cursed and gurgled, clawing at his shoulders. So-she was a wild one! Rick liked that.
As much as he would have liked to follow the Indian's example, Rick decided to dispense with the preliminaries.
"Eat me, hon," Dianne pleaded, as if reading his thoughts."
"Mmmmm," he said, "Maybe later. Right now you're gonna get the big one-hard and fast!"
His tense prick throbbed so hard he thought it might explode as he reached down and shoved her panties to her knees with a single, swift motion.
"Oh," she gasped, as her curly, black and puffy pink pussy treasures were exposed.
His prick ached to bury itself and he lowered his body to hers without further hesitation. Her soft, yet firm curves came alive under his manly weight and Rick thrilled to the feel of her hot titties against his chest.
Dianne raised her legs suddenly, the panties slipping to her ankles. She could not spread her legs very far, so she drew her feet up close under her ass to give her pretty cunt maximum exposure. Her eyes were tightly closed as her searching hand reached to grasp his hardened prick.
Rick groaned and he sensed her breath catching in her throat as she genly guided the smooth, rubbery head to the moist, hair fringed mouth of her pussy. Rick could feel the damp fleshy warmth nibbling hungrily like a second mouth at the swollen pulsing tip. That did it.
"Oh, please," she quailed,"... now!"
"Hold on then," he gasped, "___here it comes!"
He plunged into her, reaming his cock with a force he seemed unable to control, the warm, moist, velvety sleeve of her cuntal flesh gripping Ins shaft in a long, smooth hold that caused him to groan loudly, while she whimpered and shook with the unexpected shock.
"Ooohhhhh... Auugghhh___unh, unh, unh___unhhhh!" cried Dianne as Rick began to fill her with quick, furious thrusts into her desperately needing but unprepared vagina___rhythmic thrusts which slowed and lengthened___easing,___enjoying - stuffing her tight, yielding cunt to greater aid greater depths.
"Keep it up," she begged in a hoarse whisper, "C'mon, shove it up-up-up-get it up! There! Oh, oh, ohhhh!"
The silky band of parity, stretched between her ankles, formed a cozy nest for Rick's bails and upper thighs as he pis toned his penis between her tegs. The slinky friction had a slow, steady, kindling effect on Ids strokes until, at last, she felt his smooth spongy tip stab at her innermost depths and his balls grind hard into the soft, sensitive crevice between the widespread cheeks of hex upraised buttocks.
Dianne's wailing cries of release mingled with ximilMT groans from across the room. Good timing! thought Rick as he let his aching prod explode into her soft ay^ning loins. Good timing!!