Chapter 7
Of course, Laura Drake had always assumed that her husband never cheated on her. So, as she slid into the sports car of the suave stranger, she had met only moments earlier, she was fighting conflicging feelings of loyalty. But it was already too late, she was too far gone-she wanted it this way! Her heart was fluttering with forbidden excitement, which perversely, her sense of guilt and shame only intensified.
She glanced at his darkly handsome, clean shaven face; it was aglow with triumph and expectation. She shivered as he gunned the engine with a loud lusty roar. There was something slick, wolfish, even common about him, his clothes, his manner, his touch which repelled and excited her at the same time. Perhaps it was the way his curling hair sprouted from the open collar of his shirt, perhaps the tightness of his flared pants that made her say yes... yes, she wanted to see, to feel his maleness, course or brutish as it may be... his penis, hard and hairy, burning its fould lust in her moist, aching softness.
He turned to her, his steely blue eyes confident almost leering.
"You place or mine?"
Those words, his look, his eyes set off a churning mixture of desire, fear, confusion and long buried longing. At last it was actually happening.
"It'll have to be yours, I'm afraid... "
"Don't be," he smiled.
With a lurch the car pulled away from the curve. It roared and weaved through the crowded boulevards of the city as Laura's heart pounded furiously.
It had all happened so quickly. She had been shopping in a gay, even sexy, spring mood and, for the first time in months, she had enjoyed the many appreciative stares of passing males. Stopping in an outdoor cafe for a small lunch, she had been daydreaming, thinking on and off about her and Dale's upcoming swap bash with the Cruchon's when the sharply dressed stranger was suddenly beside her asking to sit with her.
It had been so easy to say yes. To say yes after all those years. To acknowledge the half recognized want for some experience out of the listless, ordinary course of her marriage, the want for illicit, secret sex, shameful, evil, degrading... yes, it was the animal quality about him which had spoken to her first. His dark good looks and robust physique were almost too good and there was nothing particularly attractive in his conversation, his personality. No, she had hardly really looked at him at all... her, he was simply a means an instrument... it hardly mattered if he thought, felt, even existed... he was, very simply, that magnetic, forbidden figure of her dreams, her naughty, secret fantasies.
Oh, she hoped he had a lovely big prick... her pussy was throbbing in her panties as she shifted her ass in the bucket seat... yes, she was dying for it now... a big hard pussy plunger... oh shit, would she lose control completely?
"Married?"
"Why-wiry yes," she replied, snapping out of her reverie. She had surprised herself, admitting it so freely.
"Thought so."
"Why?" she demanded, a bit annoyed at his smugness, "What makes you say that?"
"Just a certain way married women have-sort of, well... a little uptight at first. It's not your first time, like this, is it?"
"No," she lied, "Certainly not."
His car slowed suddenly, pulling over in front of a rather average, if not dinghy looking apartment building.
"Well, here's my digs," he said, shutting off the engine, "Not much from the outside as you can see."
He came around to open Laura's door, smiling at her again with that semi-leer. Yes, he was definitely disgusting in his manner... but then it was not his manner in which she was interested.
She followed him up a fight of stairs to his apartment Inside it was messy, unkempt, even smelly-but it was a bachelor's den, with an aura of liberty of casual license-a perfect setting for her sin. He locked the door, turning to him.
"Don't say it-I know," he grinned. "It's not exactly the Hiltonl" He helped her with her coat, tossing it casually onto a nearby chair. Laura felt a part of her freeze as his arm wound suddenly around her waist.
"You're quite a dish," he breathed.
Laura felt her knees weakening as suddenly his mouth was on hers, kissing her strongly, his tongue rough, invading. His body hard and powerful, mashed against the softness of her abdomen and breasts and Laura"* quivered to her toes as she felt the urgent lump of his rock hard prick through her dress and panties.
His hand mauled roughly at her breasts, her brain a lust haze as her nipples stiffened in the fabric of her bra. Suddenly his hand pulled away and moved between their bodies, but it was not on her. As if from a distance, she heard the sharp hiss of a zipper, felt him fumbling.
"Look!" he rasped, "Go ahead, Miss Fancy pants, take a look!"
She saw it then, thick, enormously long, angling out from his pants like a quivering lance, it's head flaring angry crimson. He was an animal! A brute... !
"Oh... oh shit... " she stammered, dizzy with desire and terror. "Oh my heavens... "
"You really want it don't you... " he hissed, "You want to fuck, you love to fuck!"
"Oh shit... " she moaned, the lewd word a jarring shock to her exhilharated senses.
"Don't you baby-say it! Fuck! Fuck and Suck!"
She realized instantly there there were things she could do with him that she could never do with Dale, never do with Andre Cruchon, or any other man for whom she must maintain a facade of respectability.
He wants me to suck him, she thought-Oh, shit-yes! I want to... in my mouth... yes... to suck his prick... that word; prick, cock, penis... oh fuck, I want to... to suck his big red cock... un-until he squirts out his... his come... into my mouth, my throat... and then to fuck... yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
"Say it!" he demanded, seizing her limp wrist, guiding it suddenly to the gorged, swollen shaft. Her brain was reeling with the fierce pitch of her fever heat as her fingers made sudden contact with his hot, hard maleness.
"Oh yes... yes... yes...!" she heard herself say, practically shout, "To fuck, yes... yes... that's what I want... "
"And suck?"
"Yes... oh... oh Lord-yes!"
A little strangled groan escaped her throat as her fingers dug into the hard resiliency of his penis. He was chuckling with smug satisfaction. Suddenly, roughly, he forced her to her knees on the rug before him, before the inflamed cock which swung from his gaping fly like some huge oak.
"Come on then," he ordered, "Suck it! Hurry!"
Oh, the devil! The beast! The filthy, dirty animal!
"Come on," he persisted, growing impatient with her hesitancy, almost angry, "We didn't come up here to look at the wall paper... this is what you want-here, I'll make it easier... " He unbuckled his belt and jerked his pants and shorts to his knees. His prick jerked free, cleaving the air in quick, vicious strokes. His thick, pendulous balls were framed by a dense crop of black pubic hair, completely covering his lower abdoment and upper thighs... like a beast, a bear, a satyr.
He grasped her by the head, then, pulling her forward from behind her ears... the swollen crown of his cock mushrooming before her, a pearl , of sperm oozing from the open eye... She thought for a moment she would faint at the sight, the strong masculine odor.
He jerked her forward again, and, in a corner of her dazed mind she heard him demanding, cursing... the tip of his blood gorged penis brushed across her chin and at that instant she knew this would not be like it was with Dale... this would be bestial, degrading, but far far more thrilling!
She opened her mouth, tentatively to feel it press against her teeth as her hands sought the hard columns of his hairy thighs for support. Ovaling her hps, she absorbed just the head, tasting its maleness salty and pungent, and she ran her tongue around the smooth rubbery glans, aware of the warm throb of it inside her mouth and against her hps. She was so enthralled, so excited that for an instant, she felt a strong sense of unreality, as if this was not really happening to her.
Almost hypnotically she lifted one hand to the long and hardened scepter, the other to caress the soft weighty sac of his testicles as she savored the pungency and aroma of him.
She heard his groan of pleasure.
"Start sucking... damn it! You've got it in your mouth now... start sucking, bitch!"
She ran her tongue tip over the pulsing penis head in her mouth, swirling it around and around, feeling the velvet smooth skin of it. She began to push her tongue tip into the tiny orifice of his tip slit, probing, tantalizing and she was gratified by his deep throated moan.
Suddenly involuntarily, he shoved his prick forward jamming it into her mouth and throat with his lust hardened cock flesh. The shock of it nearly choked her, But Laura fought back the sensation and hollowed her lips around his shaft in a little sucking motion while she used her tongue deftly, excitingly, licking up and down the sensitive underside of the huge, throbbing spear which so completely filled her mouth. Yes, she was really beginning to learn, as well as enjoy, the fine art of cock-sucking, of prick-hcking.
His hips began to rock slightly and his cock began to slide wetly in and out of her oral cavern making it a substitute for a cunt. Laura like that.
She squeezed his testicles a little harder in her fingers as she rolled her lips in to cover her teeth, moving her head in time with his strokes, sliding her ovaled suctioning lips up and down, the rigid, pulsing pole of his penis, up and down, in and out... suck, suck... suck... !
"Oh shit... oh shit," she heard him rasp. "That's so fuckin' good! Keep it up... keep sucking baby!"
Laura had long since lost control, her head was bobbing wildly, oblivious to everything but the hard, hot oral sensation this brutish male possessed. Her pussy was a swamp, her cooze oozing freely in her panties as she went wild with lust.
The jerking thrusts of his torso became longer, more frantic until Laura could no longer keep up with his rhythm-she simply held her head in one place, her nostrils flaring, sperm and saliva and dribbling from her chin to the heaving bosom of her dress as he ground his steaming penis in and out of her mouth.
Her lips caressed him, keeping a constant squeezing pressure about the hardened shaft as it sawed in and out. She heard him gasping, groaning. His cock seemed suddenly to expand, the mushroom tip dilate in her throat. His body stiffened; he was going to come!
"Unh... unh... unh... unnnn nnhhhhhh!"
Laura braced herself as the massive prick burst in her mouth, jetting violent streams of thick, hot semen into her throat, gagging her, choking her, forcing her to swallow it as fast as it streamed into her mouth.
With one final plunge, she shoved his prick to the hilt in her mouth, his hairy balls forcing against her nose, almost suffocating her. She grasped his thighs then, pushing back until only the bulbous jerking head remained in her mouth and she sucked and savored and swallowed the full load of his syrupy sperm until the pulsing pump of his cock was stilled and limp...
Laura woke to the far away sound of heavy snoring, her mind fuzzy, addled. As her vision cleared, she recognized the nude sleeping figure beside her on the dirty sheets and as his odor filled her delicated nostrils a wave of shame and guilt convulsed her.
She staggered off the bed, groping on the floor for her panties, her dress, her shoes. She looked at the clock; it was late in the afternoon. Dale would be home soon.
She cast a last glance back at the sleeping form and a wave of revulsion filled her. Shit, she'd never even asked his name!
She ran from the apartment on weak legs, sick with disgust and self-incrimination, her mind effectively shutting out the memory of the overpowering pleasure she had experienced in her few hours in that dirty apartment... no... no... it hadn't been her... no...
"I wonder if Laura has ever cheated on Dale?" mused Andre Cruchon as he steered his car through the tree lined avenues of suburban Pompeyo.
"I doubt it," replied his wife, Jean, fussing with her mahogany hair in the sunvisor mirror. "What makes you ask?"
"Well, you know how it is with some couples, the first time, especially women. They can be, well, difficult with all the anxieties, second thoughts and the like."
"Don't worry, Andre," Jean said, in a somewhat blase tone. "You know just how to handle that kind of thing by now."
Perhaps her tone of indifference was to cover for the fact that his words Had struck a rather sensitive spot in her memory. Her own first time swapping had been like that-fearful, anxious and she hadn't enjoyed it very much at all. She knew he was right about Laura. Whether or not she had ever gotten it on the sly, there would be the inhibitions, the hang-ups to deal with. Well, if anyone could get past them, it was Andre. Jean was rather proud of the fact that her husband was such an excellent lover. After all, lots of women had told her as much.
Tonight was the night Jean was surprised at how quickly the Drake's had made their decision about swapping. Perhaps her words with Laura that day had some effect, but she guessed it was more than that.
Jean felt a special tingling of anticipation about the Drakes, her panties had been itchy all day. She hadn't been this eager for swapping in quite a while, as lately some of their encounters had been rather disappointing. Jean had only met Dale Drake a few times and had found him possessed of a stimulating magnetism, a kind which particularly attracted her. And Laura... Jean found the dark-haired beauty most impressive... maybe later there would be the right time for that... but not tonight.
Finally, Andre eased the car up onto the driveway of the Drake's stylish home. Laura was waiting in the doorway as they stepped out of the car and Jean could see she was ready to swing. She was decked out in a micro-mini, long smoky hose and a thin, low cut blouse. No bra. Sexy Jean felt a tingling in her panties as she greeted the other woman. Perhaps Andre would have it easier than she thought.
"I must say, Andre," Laura beamed, "That wife of yours certainly knows how to dress."
Jean was casually but tastefully attired in wide flared purple velveteen slacks, tight and nippy at her crotch and svelte ass. A thin blouse with a low dipping, ruffled V collar, which clung alluringly to her high set breats and a long maxi vest and boots completed her outfit. Jean blushed as she met Dale's eyes, handsomely, happily appraising her over his wife's shoulder.
"That's the French for you," he teased. "A fashion conscious lot."
Dlae and Andre shook hands easily, warmly. Jean was surprised that both Dale and Laura seemed so loose, so relaxed. She had never seen them like this together. Her pussy tingled as she felt Dale's eyes caressing her breasts through the thin blouse. Oooooh, he was exciting-this would be fun!
The couples seated themselves in the Drake's comfortable living room furniture while Dale fixed some drinks. Andre suggested some music and selected a few records from the Drake's collection. The first was a mellow Brazilian sound with an easy tropical beat.
The drinks went around quickly as the couples chatted aimlessly, somewhat nervously. Both Laura and Jean were shifting in their chairs, Laura nervously crossing and uncrossing her long nylon-sheathed legs. After a couple of drinks Andre couldn't keep his eyes off those legs and intermittent eyefuls of panty crotch Laura kept giving him, consciously or unconsciously, had produced a prominent bulge in his tight pants. Dale meanwhile had been getting hot, meaningful looks from Jean which had produced a similar protrustion in his own pants.
Gradually, the conversation drifted off and a heavy, sultry air settled in the room-the aroma of desire, ginny, heady lust. Except for the soft, insistent machine like beat of the music a silence had descended on them as they ogled one another longingly. Andre finally broke the spell.
"How can we be sitting around like a bunch of wooden Indians when a beat like that is going," he said. "Let's dance."
"I'd hoped you hadn't come just to decorate the furniture!" chirped Laura, high on gin and excitement, eager to get things going.
Andre came across the room, his bulge protruding prominently from his tight pants, to lead Laura from her seat. He had darkly handsome, very French looks; sandy styled hair, a sexy moustache, dark eyes, and a strong, stocky build.
"This dance," he smiled.
Laura tingled with excitement as she followed him across the room. They fit nicely as they grooved to the music, Laura's shapely butt swinging and swaying under her tight mini Jean meanwhile sat watching expectantly for Dale who seemed to be biding his time. He came over and sat down next to her on the couch.
"Your Husband dances very well," he said, smiling into the dark jewels of her eyes.
They glanced across the room to where Andre and Laura were dancing-he was really giving it to her. Laura, by now oblivious to the other pair, looked sort of wild-eyed and her feet were dragging as they moved around the floor. Andre put his hands on her hips and worked her mini up slowly to her waist as they danced. Laura had her eyes closed, lids fluttering, and she licked her lips twice before Andre got the cute skirt up above her waist. He held it there while Laura's bottom shimmered excitingly in her tight pink panties.
Andre reached down and grasped the jiggling, nylon covered gourds and pulled her close, working her sensuously against his groin in perfect rhythm to the throbbing beat. Laura was absolutely gone by that time. Her face was flushed and from where Jean sat, she could hear her little sighs. Jean shivered and squirmed in her own panties.
She turned to Dale, smiling calmly at her, watching her eyes. He seemed not all perturbed about his wife's sexy turn on with another man. For first-timers, Jean thought, they didn't waste any time getting it on.
"I think we'd go together just as well," Dale grinned, nodding towards the tightly fitted couple. "Care to shake it a little?"
"Mmmmmmm," said Jean, eyes a-twinkle, "I'm not really in the mood for dancing."
For Dale there was no mistaking just what she was in the mood to do. The look in her dark eyes had his cock hard as a fence post in his pants.
He slid closer to her, encircling her waist with his arm, drawing her gently. The tips of her titties nudged his chest provocatively.
"When?" was all he said.
"Now-right now!" she whispered, her breath quickening.
"I like the idea."
Dale stood up then and Jean followed him to the hallway. Laura was crooning a little song of contentment as Andre worked his big bulge against her pantied crotch when Dale and Jean left the room.
"Shit, you're a hot one!" Dale whispered as his mouth unfastened from Jean's after their first torrid kiss.
"There's more," she panted, grinding her svelte pelvis against his.
She was some kind of woman, he thought; cultured, sophisticated, serene and dynamite sexy! He had never balled anyone but Laura in this room but he hardly felt like getting sentimental now. He reached up to squeeze a firm, nicely rounded breast through her thin blouse.
She hissed and rolled her loins tighter on his. Dale knew he'd have to get his cock out quick, before it tore a hole in his pants. She was really coming to life!
"Let's get our clothes off," she said, her voice edged with urgency.
"Just what I had in mind."
He released her and she stepped backward. She began to quickly work with the few buttons of her ruffled blouse. As Dale watched delighted, she pulled it open, slipping it out of her pants. Just as quickly she undid the fastener of her stylish slacks, skinning them off the long shapely legs. She stood facing him in a black, lacy bra and tight beige, bikini briefs which swathed her loins alluringly.
A throb of lust went through Dale and his hand stopped working on his shirt, leaving it open at the waist. He decided to watch for now.
He devoured her voluptuous beauty with his eyes as she released the hooks on her bra and let the skimpy garment drop to the floor. Her breasts stood proudly, projecting toward his eyes daringly. They were soft, delicate white except for their tips which were a luscious pastel pink.
Reading the approval in her gaze, and excited at the little strip tease she was carrying on, she shook her torso gently, making her titties quiver tautly.
She now retained only the tiny briefs which clung nicely to her pubic mound and cuddled her shapely, rounded buttocks. Smiling sexily, she caught the top elastic of her panties with her thumbs and stripped down the tiny garment, slowly, tauntingly as Dale's prick pulsed and burned.
His eyes widened as her exquisite brown fluff tuft was revealed. She drew the panties down along her firm shapely thighs, past her knees, along her calves, then she stepped from them and held them out at her side for a moment, dangling them by the lacy legband from one extended finger.
"You approve?" she smiled, turning slowly so he could admire her shapely rear curves as well.
Dale nodded, slowly, dumbly.
"Well, are you going to just stand there staring, or did you have something else in mind?"
Dale answered by dropping in front of her on one knee. He ran his hands up the smooth columns of those thighs and squeezed her ass cheeks in his hands as she shivered. He twisted his head and buried his face in the thick mat of her fragrant girl fur.
"Ooooooo... lover!" she cried, lacing her long, slender fingers through his thick hair as his tongue laved her pussy lips, moist already with prickly desire.
She bent backward, straddling his head, spreading her legs wider. She gripped the back of his head, for support, as she arched her pelvis against his face. Dale licked and tongued greedily into her juicy folds, found her tense clit and stimulated it with darting strokes of his tongue tip.
"Uunhh! Oooooo! Mmmmmm!" she cried, writhing gently, voluptuously fully enjoying this kneeling homage to her femininity.
Dale released her then and raised his head. Jean was slightly glassy-eyed.
"My turn to strip," he said.
She watched Dale with hot eyes as he stripped off his shirt and lowered his slacks. His prong stuck out and upward, stretching the knit fabric of his briefs. He heard Jean's sharp hiss from across the room.
"Oooooooh, I just knew you'd have a big one!" she purred, "I knew it!"
He shucked off the briefs and his cock shot out long and twitching. It was something to be proud of, he had to admit.
"OOOOooo," she was cooing, "Nice... " She writhed against him, clutching his buttocks and then raking them with long talons as his hot cock was sandwiched between their grinding bellies.
She pulled back then and gazed downward, gripping his long, thick prong with adept, practiced ringers and slid her soft palm over the gleaming purple head. She kept cooing as her fingers danced and played on his prick piccolo. She certainly knew how to carry a tune.- He couldn't stand much more of that on his feet so he drew her over to the bed and she sank down on it, spreading her abundant charms freely. He knelt beside her then and reached out to palm and fondle the quivering cones of her lovely breasts as she resumed her cock stroking.
"Mmmm, I like the way this devil stands up," she said with the tone of a true cock connossier. "Can I suck it, darling?"
"Better yet-why not try a sixty-nine or rather, 'soixanteneuf as you French would have it."
"Groovy," she bubbled, very excited. The full, ripe turn of her generous, sensual hps drew a pearl of hot juice from the tip of his cock head. They looked like they could turn the trick quite well indeed.
"Me on top," she said.
That was fine with Dale who slid over on his back as she agilely positioned herself over his cock and face, spreading her long shanks over his head, arching her inviting box down over his face.
Dale reached up to caress the smooth curves of her nicely rounded ass, drawing her nut-brown bushed cunt lower. Her little shivers, her quickened panting added to his excitement. She was obviously entranced with his cock.
Suddenly he felt her velvety hot hps engage his cock-head, a lively tongue tip lance around his glans. A soft moan of pleasure from her throat, a sweet, generous trembling of her body increased the best of his passion, swelled his prick.
In response, his tongue slid upward, touching the moist, soft cuntlips. Her hips curved lower, a shudder ran across her pelvis and her belly fluttered.
The creamy smoothness of her thighs, the delicate flutterings of her soft, sweet pussy as he stroked his lingual lance in and out of her honey-hole, made his cock tingle and stiffen even more. He groaned as her expert hps writhed around his shaft; she moaned again as her head bobbed slowly up and down, up and down on his aching tool. Susan had been good... Laura too, and Ginni had showed him a few things as well... but this broad! No wonder they called it "frenching."
Jean's head lifted as she licked and gobbled, slurping and sucking-fucking heatedly with her hungry mouth. A kind of eager gurgling sound came from her throat as he suckled the sweet cunt juice from her hole, lapping at her sex, rolling her clitoris with his tongue tip.
He was fanning her passion stroke after luscious stroke. Her cunt had expanded puffing open. Suddenly, her mouth had abandoned his throbbing dork.
"I want it... now," she husked, her eyes glazed. "In me!!"
Eagerly she turned, straddling him on her knees; she lowered herself and with a groan, he felt her fluttery, moist cunt embracing his aching cockflesh. Her ass stroked down, taking him to the hilt.
"Oh lover... oh... oh... oh," she wailed. "Oh yes... uh... unhhhh!!"
Her pussy was hot and deliciously snug. Thighs spread, titties jiggling and rolling over her chest, she bobbed up and down, bouncing her ass against his crotch, gleefully riding his rigid see-saw.
The hot coilings of her vagina, the trembling shivery flutterings, the eager strokings, up and down, around and around was priming his explosion.
"Oh, honey!" she panted. "I'M almost there... oh... now... now... NOW!!!"
Her head rolled back, her lovely face distorted with pleasure as the voluptuous cunt spasms gripped his prick in long throbbing slides. Dale felt the head of his shaft flare then explode in release as her cunt churned about it. He met her loud savage moans of delight with a loud cry of his own as he shot his steaming stream into her bucking, fucking body...
Gasping for air, Andre Cruchon pulled his hps away from the hot, tongue locked kiss, incredulous at the pure sexual heat this female in his arms was generating. Perhaps it had been the drinks, the music, their hot, crotch sliding tango, the kneading pressure of his fingers on her soft pantied bottom, the fact that he was her best friend's husband... that had turned this demure, dark-haired beauty, savage with lust. And Jean had said she was inhibited! Wow, for a first-timer, she was coming on like a tigress... but then, was it her first time with another man?
Her nails digging into his neck, Laura pulled his head downward again, siezing his mouth, her hps writhing against him with delight, little mulled whimpers of excitement bursting from her throat. Her pantied loins rubbed and rolled on his crotch bulge with fierce and total abandon.
Andre was momentarily taken aback by this. He preferred his lovemaking to be slow and easy, only gradually building up to a peak of passion, with he himself generating most of the energy. At this point, Laura was souring far above him... but then, with the way her pussy was heating up on his prick, it probably wouldn't take him long to catch up!
To Andrew, lovemaking, like sculpture or painting, was a refined, careful art-mastered only after long and patient practice. In his years with Jean, both inside and outside of marriage, he had learned the many subtle secrets, the gentle touches, the master strokes which could be artfully combined to bring a woman to the height of ecstasy.
In his mind's eye, he had pictured his first time with Laura as being a slow, perhaps painful drawing out of the passion he sensed lay deep within her... but this... the way she lunged against him, the urgency of her mouth... he sensed something else must have happened to unlock the abundance of dormant sexual energy, this volcanic heat. Yet still, gratified as he was by the intensity of her response, he wanted to bring her slightly back down, to cool and control her, then bring her back up again, make her beg for it... to master her...
He wrenched his mouth away again.
"Is there a bedroom we can adjourn to?" he asked, his voice husky.
"Here, right here," she panted.
He paused for a moment, dubious, then seeing the pleading urgency of her glazed lusting eyes, decided to humor her...
"I always did prefer rugs," he said, smiling cooly, "There's something definitely orgiastic about doing it on the floor; it makes you feel like an animal... ever tried it?"
"No,"" she answered, a bit taken back by his detached tone of voice.
"Well then... well have to make sure we explore its fullest possibilities... after all, a rug as soft and thick as this-it's almost like a mattress. £ "Yes, it is," Laura wavered, a bit confused by this casual delaying of desire. Why didn't he just get on with it-just rip off her panties and show her that big prick she knew he had. Or was this always his style? Had she been so turned on by the bestiality of her pick-up a few days ago that a slow, sensual lover turned her off? No, that couldn't be, she preferred it like this. Didn't she? She made an effort to calm the trembling of her body, to regain a bit of her reserve; perhaps he thought she was gross or shameless. Yes, this man knew her husband-she had almost forgotten.
"You come on strong for a novice swapper," Andre whispered, sensing she had calmed somewhat and was perhaps ready to adjust to his style of lovemaking.
"Well, isn't that the general idea?" Laura asked, relieved that his voice reflected amusement and not disgust.
"Yes-and I must say, you picked it up rather quickly."
So then, she thought to say, why did you have to slow me down? She caught herself though. Patience, hell be all right... perhaps in his own way better than any. She thought for a moment I of her husband locked in an embrace with Jean. To her own surprise, she felt no anguish or even jealously in that image. It was a game, she realized, and why be a bad sport about it. . she was out for herself now...
Andre coasted his hands along the smooth surfaces of her slinky net stockings, rejoicing in the firm resiliency of her thighs. She had quite a body. His mouth closed over hers again, gently this time, tongue wriggling into her eager softness as he drew his fingers to the silky smooth flesh close to her panties. Laura shifted, spreading her legs to his touch-Andre liked that response, he was beginning to feel in charge again. A firm thrusting breast was planted against his ribs. Yes, there would be time for a good working over.
His hand moved upward, to the cozy cove of her pantied apex and he cupped her pussy, her soft, radiating oooze. A shiver possessed her body and her tongue livened in his mouth as he stroked her through the thin panty fabric. She sighed and he felt her ooze oozing its moist sap onto his fingers, her panty crotch suddenly slick and sticky, seeping heat. Her hps and tongue were regaining their former urgency. She certainly knew how to kiss.
Their tongue tips slid and fenced, winding and probing. Andre found the softness of her mouth delectable, most delectable. Her breathing had quickened again, ragged, irregular and he pressed his palm to her pussy, rubbing firmly.
"Mmmmm-yessss!" she sizzled. Her legs widened more as her tongue danced against his and she curled her hips upward. He took his cue, suddenly sliding a practiced finger inside the lacy edge of her panties. Oooooh, soft and hot, fluffy and feminine...
Her breath was hot on his neck and he felt her nip gently but sharply as he teased her moistened slit skillfully, slowly. She was restraining herself he knew, from really bursting out-he could feel it in the way her body quivered at his touch, taut ready to explode...
Laura's tongue moved faster, her hand moved down to his crotch, seeking the hardened ridge where his prick pushed out in his tight trousers. She was beginning to like this fondling, though she hoped he wouldn't keep her on edge much longer. Her fingers pressed his tentpole, surprised at its rigidity, and a dainty shiver ran through her body. Oooooh, nice indeed... !
Andre tried to ease his mouth away as her fingers danced on the aching curl of his penis, but she pushed her tongue deeper, looking their lips more firmly. Her panties were preventing him from really going to town on her cute pussy, so he decided to save his cunt-tickling for later. He lifted his hand and pulled her blouse out of the snug skirt band. He wanted to feel those titties.
She trembled again, violently this time, as he touched the warm silky flesh just below her bosom Their mouths came unglued as his hands crept upward.
"Shall we hit the rug now, honey?"
"Oh, in a minute... here... let me get my blouse off."
Laura leaned back a little, glad she hadn't worn a bra. With a swift motion, she cross armed the jersey over her head and Andre was suddenly confronted with the stunning beauty of her luscious breasts. So soft and white, their pink spikes rigid, widely aureoled, slightly up-tilted.
"Magnificent," he exclaimed. Indeed, their beauty surpassed that of his own wife's!
"Are you as good at this too?" she whispered hotly, arching her thrusting caps toward him.
Andre felt his pulse quicken, his prick stiffen as his eyes feased on her snow white and rosy pink charms.
"Do you like tittie play?"
"Mmmmm-love it! You like my pair?"
He leaned forward and his fingers closed over a juicy cone, sinking gently into its softness.
"Shit," he said, "You know I do."
She relaxed in the circle of his arm as the hot darts of pleasure raged under his kneading hand. She watched his fingers go under her breast, then around on top and finally out to the swollen pink peak. He teased it gently.
"Ooooh," she shuddered.
"Doesn't Dale give you enough of this?"
"Oh-now and then."
She liked his touch, but was beginning to grow impatient. There was something lacking in his approach, so little fire, an almost clinical method.
Perhaps sensing her restiveness, Andre moved his free hand to her other tittie. Laura's breasts swelled pleasantly at this double barrelled action, the tips turning pointier. Andre squeezed and shaped them gently. She shuddered and her mouth settled on his neck, nipping again at his flesh as her hips curved in a coital lift. Her hand was moving rapidly on his covered prick.
"Ooooh," she panted, "Ooooh, my pussy-feel my pussy... quick!"
Andre obliged. He drew his head down to her tender breast flesh and suckled a firm nipple, winding his tongue around it. He worked his fingers into her wet, slick pussy, shoving his hand down the front of her tight panties. Her hips undulated, her legs quaking, her nipples swelling voluptuously in his mouth. He wormed his finger into her cunt.
"Ahhhhh... " A wild tremor shook her to the toes. She hunched and gasped, panting swiftly, panting hard. In and out, in and out his finger slick and sticky, hot with friction, her panties stretched away from her snatch by his big moving paw. A shuddery moan knifed into his ears. Her whole body seemed to quiver and then suddenly she was hunching wildly, bouncing on his finger as he gripped her waist with his arm, sucked fiercely at her nipples... she moaned in the swift pulsing throes of her climax.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh-OHHHH!" she sang, eyes squeezed tight as her fun gun popped its goodies.
Andre smiled to himself as he held on. Few things were more satisfying that the feel of a shaking, shivering woman launching into her climax. This was what they prettied themselves for, preened and pampered themselves for, wore short skits, slinky nylons and silky panties for and dreamed about in their little secret moments and now she was getting it, hard and swift. He felt her shakedown shivers and she sighed.
"Ohhh lover! That was just delish!"
"You really turn on, beautiful!"
"Mmmmmm," Laura sighed. She let herself sink to the carpet below, sprawling out luxuriously, rolling her head as her long hair fanned out about her. She felt the blissful little flutterings in her belly. Yes, that had been worth waiting for; quickies were groovy-maybe now she'd get the big prick!
But no... he had something else in mind. He knelt and parted her legs and the look inhis eyes as he stared at her crotch told Laura just what it was he wanted. Her panties were half off and she got a thrill just thinking about her exposure. It was groovy having another man eye her charms!
Andre drew his fingers up along her thighs and hooked them in the legbands of her pink bikini panties.
"Cute," he said.
"My sexiest pair," Laura gushed. She knew he was going to eat her and, though a part of her wanted the shaft, she was excited at the prospect of some cunt licking. Dale never gave her enough of that-but then what could she expect since she had only begun eating it recently herself.
Andre drew the little panties to Laura's knees as she trembled with delight. He slipped them down her calves then, the fabric hissing against her nylons. He dropped them to the floor and parted her thighs.
He lowered his head to her sugary snatch, licking his hps. Laura shivered as his hands slid under her bottom and suddenly his mouth touched her pussy.
"Ooooh," she keened.
Hot pleasure darts shot from her cunt up to her tingly, swollen titties. A soft hotness, his probing tongue entered the tender hps of her cunt. Mmmm, it was better than a finger, almost as good as a prick. It travelled slowly up and down her slit, awakening deep seated, delicious thrills. It dove in...
"Unnhhhh!" she gasped, shaking with shock. His hands squeezed her rump, working it higher as his honeyed lingual sword went deeper. She tilted her hips as his mouth fastened on her pussy and his hot tongue delved. In and out! In and out! Oh Wow!!
Laura felt the sweet ripples of delight coursing along her thighs sweeping into her cunt. Oh he was good at this, better than Dale. She was going to shoot off again-very soon!
She panted and slavered, whining like a little girl as his tongue worked faster. Suddenly it touched her button, that secret source of all her delights.
"Ohhh!" she cried. '"Ohhhh-there, pleeeease!!"
The sensation built in sugary sweet waves. Hard little tremors beat through her loins. He was building her slower, working her clittie with an excrutiating friction-back and forth. But it was starting...
She siezed her titties as she went into a little frenzy of lust, squeezing them together as she hunched against his bobbing head.
His tongue leashed mercilessly, back and forth, in and out...
And then it hit her; again and again. Flooding her limbs, ripping them apart, throbbing deep within. Her nipples swelled in her palms as the deep thrills took her in their grip and shook her.
Andre cuddled her soft, springy ass as her moaning, panting tremors died down. He was quite satisfied with himself. He had brought her off in near record time-and her cunt had been so sweet! He watched with delight as the hps of her pussy pulsed open and closed in a kind of kissing motion. On impulse, he bent down and kissed them back as she keened and arched off the floor.
Laura lay back, a dazed smile on her lovely face. Yes indeed, she was thinking, she had found this French gentleman's approach to her liking after all. Silly girl, eager, impatient. Her eyes bulged as she saw Andrew standing above her, his big meaty prick soaring in the air as he pushed down his trousers. MMmmmm, long and thick-oh, it would feel groovy! For a moment she wanted to suck it... but no, what might he think? Maybe Jean didn't even do that... maybe another time.
Oh, if only Dale could see her now, skirt to her waist, panties in a puddle, pussy oozing, pulsing for the prick of another man. She listened... yes, yes she could hear them now... the little rhythmic cries of pleasure from the bedroom. Her smile only broadened. Andre was on his knees again, grinning lewdly, his bobbing cock looking even bigger as he scooted forward. She shuddered as he nudged its rubbery heat into the hot, soft cleft of her cunny.
Then he was spurting his hot sperm into her!!! Shit! Oh, yeahhhhhh!
Yes... yes, indeed... this swapping scene was something else again...