Chapter 9
"We've been anxious to meet you McElhaneys since the Jacksons told us about you. From what we hear, you're about to become the most famous swingers in the country!" the short, stocky man in his forties remarked with a laugh as they poured a second round of cocktails.
"That's right," his wife, a gorgeous brunette in her thirties agreed. "We were talking to some swinging friends of ours in San Francisco on the phone last night and they wanted to know if we'd met the McElhaneys, the people who were building the swinger's condominium."
"People in San Francisco?" Grace asked.
"Didn't the Jacksons tell you that we just moved up here from San Francisco? George was transferred here by his company."
"They're very discrete," Grace replied. "I'm afraid they didn't tell us very much about you."
"I must say that I'm surprised that our fame has spread to San Francisco," Fred remarked with a laugh.
"Oh, this condominium project is the talk of the swinging world," Joyce Brock remarked.
"And I think you probably know that the swinging grapevine is faster than the speed of light," George Brock added with a hearty laugh.
Janie had decided to not risk alcohol for the evening. The memory of her monumental hangover the last time combined with her recent bout with food poisoning made her doubly cautious. Her father had suggested wine and she was sipping a glass while she studied the new family.
George Brock was not the most attractive man she had ever seen. He was built too much like a fireplug. Even so, his pink cheeks and merry personality made her like him almost from the start. His wife Joyce, on the other hand, was a real beauty. She was slender and had the appearance of a young girl. She wore her hair in the current frizzle fad and her face was completely free of any makeup whatsoever. She was very stylish and looked like she had an excellently proportioned figure. If she's lacking in any department, Janie decided, it's probably between the ears. Joyce Brock had a rather vacant stare, but when she spoke her face became very animated and gay.
Bobby Brock, their fourteen-year-old son, was average as far as Janie was concerned. Like his father, he was short and stocky, but not fat. Janie glanced at him several times, looking for something she could like, and she caught him furtively studying her. Janie sighed, deciding she'd go along with whatever developed even if she lacked a great deal of enthusiasm. Bobby wasn't ugly, he just wasn't much of anything!
"More and more families are having their children swing with them," George Brock said. "Bobby started swinging with us last year. Funny how they tend to pair off, though. Don't know about your pretty daughter, but Bobby always likes to ball with someone older. How about you, Janie? Do you prefer older men?"
"Sure!" Janie replied brightly. "I guess most of us want to ball someone really experienced, someone we can learn from."
"Well, well!" George said, his lips forming a somewhat obscene grin.
Janie quickly glanced at her mother and father. Fred could hardly keep his eyes off of Joyce Brock, and Janie could hardly blame him! There was no doubt in the thirteen-year-old girl's mind that Fred wanted to ball Joyce. Grace wasn't nearly as easy to figure. Janie noted that her mother was watching Bobby Brock with an amused, perhaps even interested smile. She also noted that Grace almost never looked at George Brock. And Janie could hardly blame her mother. George Brock simply wasn't any girl's dream of a handsome man.
If they were going to swing, Janie was becoming convinced that they would split up with Joyce and Fred, Bobby and her mother, and she and George Brock. Because she liked his personality, the thought of making love with the older, stocky man did not turn Janie off. The important thing was to work her mother up to accepting her as a full swinger so that she could also enjoy screwing her father. Why was life so damned complicated at times!
"How about another drink?" Janie said brightly as she walked up to where George Brock was sitting in the overstuffed chair.
"Why sure, Janie!" he laughed, draining his glass and handing it to her.
Janie took his glass, walked over to the bar her father had set up and poured him another gimlet over rocks. She carried it back and purposely sat on the arm of the big chair as she handed it to him.
"You're certainly one of the prettiest girls I've seen!" George commented, placing his stubby hand casually on the thirteen-year-old child's knee. "But I suppose all the boys at school tell you that."
"It's better when a mature man says it," Janie said, hoping she didn't sound as stupid as she thought she did. Oddly enough, the older man's hand on her knee was arousing her. It was partly his touch and partly the fact that the room was charged with high voltage sexuality at the moment.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Bobby Brock casually move over to sit down beside her mother on the couch. And almost at the same time Fred walked over to the other end of the couch to sit down beside Joyce Brock.
Janie had no idea whether her move had triggered everything or if the situation had simply reached that point. Voices lowered from general conversation to the level of intimate, one-on-one talk. Without anybody saying anything, it was obvious that a decision to party had been made.
"How long have you been swinging, Janie?" George Brock asked, his hand slowly moving up her velvet thigh. His fingers were already above the hem of her skirt.
"Not long," she replied evasively. "What's your favorite thing in sex, George?" she asked, boldly using his first name.
"Everything!" he replied with a warm laugh. "Do you mind what I'm doing now?"
"No," she replied. "But I wish we had our clothes off. Do you have a big prick?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" he replied, taking her hand in his and guiding it to the bulge in his lap.
"Is it all right if I take my clothes off?" Janie asked, squeezing his hard, throbbing prick in her hand.
"Sure! Ooohh! That sure felt good, Janie!"
Janie laughed and quickly stood up to begin taking her dress of. She had purposely worn a one-piece dress that buttoned down the front because it was easy to take off. The thirteen-year-old girl glanced around the room, wondering if she was the first to strip. She was surprised to find that Joyce Brock had beaten her to the honor of being first. Joyce's stylish clothes were dumped in a heap on the floor and she was locked in a passionate embrace with Janie's father while he held his hand over her crotch and caressed her.
As she turned to slip out of her dress, Janie glanced at her mother on the couch with fourteen-year-old Bobby Brock. Bobby was on his knees on the floor in front of the couch. Grace's dress was hiked up around her waist and her panties were on the floor. Bobby was leaning in with his face buried in Janie's mother's crotch and from the expression on her face the pubescent girl knew that her mother was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to her!
What surprised Janie was how stimulating it was to watch others in sex! She could feel her juices flowing freely in her pussy and her nipples were beginning to tingle.
"That's one hell of a set of tits, Janie," George Brock said admiringly.
Janie turned to find him standing stark naked behind her. She looked down and saw his rigid prick sticking straight out from his groin. It wasn't as long as her father's, but it was every bit as thick!
"Do you like to watch the others?" he asked, taking her in his arms and rubbing his hairy chest against her tits.
"It's fun," she giggled.
"Looks like your mother enjoys having her cunt licked. She'll love Bobby. All the women say he can eat a cunt like nobody else. Do you like to feel a good tongue on your pussy, Janie?"
"God yes!" she said, taking his straining cock in her hand and stroking it gently while he pressed his body against hers. "Do you like to have your cock sucked?" she giggled.
"You'd better believe it, Janie! Hey, why don't we play the French game?"
"What's that?" she asked, stroking his cock more firmly now that he had slipped his hand between her thighs and was rubbing her slit.
"Sixty-nine."
"What?"
"You suck my cock while I lick your cunt," George said, lowing himself to the soft carpet and pulling her down with him. "You sit on my face and let me lap that beautiful crack of yours. We'll see who can make the other come first. How's that?"
"A contest?"
"Why not? Tell you what. If you make me come first, I'll give you twenty bucks. If I make you come first, you have to do whatever I want. How's that?"
"Okay!" Janie cried enthusiastically. She'd never been in a sex contest before and it sounded like fun.
Straddling his head, Janie lowered herself to a sitting position with her sopping wet crotch placed squarely against his mouth. She wiggled her hips until she was in the perfect position, then reached out and grasped his rigid prick in her hand and leaned down to bring her lips to the swollen head.
"Hey! HEY! No fair! OOOOoooooooooooh-hhh!!!!" Janie gasped when he began vibrating the pointed tip of his tongue against her already trembling clitoris. He was out to win! Well, she'd show him! As she quickly drew his surging penis into her mouth, Janie wondered what her mother would think when she saw her like this with Mr. Brock.
Grace hardly paid any attention to her young daughter on the floor with George Brock. She was on her second crashing orgasm with the man's son eating her, and Grace knew that she had never been eaten like this before in her life! The young boy's mouth and tongue were so loving, yet so absolutely energetic. She reached down and placed her hands on the darling boy's head and pressed his face into her steaming hot cunt.
"AAAaaaaaiiieeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!" she cried when at the very instant of her orgasm the boy scraped his teeth over the quaking surface of her clitoris. It was as if a huge bomb had exploded inside her! She wiggled her hips and rubbed her burning crotch against his face.
Grace closed her eyes and rode the waves of passion sweeping through her body. She realized how ridiculous she must look sitting on the edge of the couch with her skirt hiked up around her waist, her legs spread wide apart and the fourteen-year-old boy kneeling before her with his face buried in her love nest, but she didn't care! Even her reluctance to ball a child had disappeared with the thrills he produced in her body!
"Was that good?" Bobby asked when she finally released his face from her spent sex.
"God yes, darling!" Grace sighed. "Who ever taught you how to do that?"
"My mother," the boy responded immediately. "She says that most men don't know how to eat a girl's cunt and she made me practice on her every day until I learned."
Grace could hardly imagine what it would be like to have an eager pupil like Bobby practicing cunnilingus on her every day until he perfected the art.
"And what did your mother do to you that you liked, Bobby?" she asked.
"Everything," the boy replied with a broad grin as he stood before the couch and casually began taking his clothes off. "She taught me how to fuck, and she wakes me up every Saturday morning with a blowjob. I really like that!"
"Would you like me to suck your cock, Bobby?" Grace asked a little breathlessly as she saw the young boy's rigid prick suddenly spring out of his underpants. His penis was of medium length and slender. It was as smooth as a piece of polished ivory and as hard as a rock. The swollen head was flushed a bright pink from the friction against his pants while he'd been licking her.
"Sure!" Bobby replied.
Grace reached out and took his exciting cock in her hand and slowly pulled him toward her so that he was standing directly in front of her. She caressed the throbbing organ in her hand for a long, affectionate moment and then guided it to her parted lips.
Both Fred and Janie would have been very pleased to hear Bobby explain how he and his mother practiced sex at home, but both were far too occupied with their own situations to listen to the conversations of others in the room.
Janie had her hands and mouth full as she dedicated herself to winning the orgasm contest with George Brock. She wasn't at all sure she was going to win! The older man's experienced mouth and tongue were working her hot young cunt to the point that Janie's entire body was trembling like a leaf in a heavy storm. In turn, Janie was concentrating on the older man's prick in her mouth. She licked and sucked relentlessly, at the same time fondling his balls in her hand.
Fred McElhaney was enjoying a rarely experienced thorough swabbing down of his anus and genitals by a beautiful woman who warned him early that she was a devoted oralist. If anything, Fred thought, Joyce was guilty of understatement! She had a tongue like an anteater! And the inside of her mouth was like a warm, humid oven.
They began with a passionate embrace that included a series of hungry, soul-inspiring kissing and ear explorations that left them both panting for breath. Then Joyce slid her slender, beautifully formed body down his like an undulating snake until she was stretched out between his legs with her mouth on his crotch.
As he watched her through excited eyes, she licked every part of his thighs and abdomen, skirting around his long, rigid shaft with each pass in a teasing way that made his balls ache. And when his testicles began rumbling with desire, Joyce held them in her hand and began licking them like they had never been licked before.
When she pulled his inflated, throbbing balls into her mouth and began teasing and caressing them with her lips and teeth, Fred wondered if he could reach an orgasm this way. God knows, he told himself, I'm close enough!
What amazed him was Joyce's remarkable perception. It seemed that every time he reached the razor's edge of a climax she changed her attack.
He had closed his eyes for a moment when he suddenly felt her hands beneath the cheeks of his ass. She lifted his tail from the carpet, all the time probing his crack with her long, talented tongue. When he raised his legs for her, she sent her tongue flashing into his crevice. She licked him hungrily, darting the point of her tongue into his anus teasingly. The teasing ended when she rolled her tongue and forced it into his bowels, and at that point Fred moaned with pleasure. Joyce used her tongue like a penis to run in and out of Fred's asshole, at the same time holding and stroking his long, thick, trembling cock in her experienced hand.
When his entire body was quaking, Joyce kissed his anus with her lips and then quickly brought her mouth up to his straining prick. Realizing he was too hot for any more stimulation, Joyce parted her velvety lips and slid them over the swollen, bright pink head of his aching cock.
She ran it in and out of her mouth quickly, bringing him to a roaring, moaning climax, then slowly and patiently set about draining his nuts into her throat. Her body quivered as she enjoyed a lovely climax of her own by swallowing his warm cream.
"That... has ... to be the ... greatest blowjob I've ever had!" Fred sighed. "My god, that was something else, Joyce!"
"Sex is an art," she said with a smile as she slithered her slender body up his frame to run her fingers through his hair and lick his face. "More people should study it. I'm so glad your ass was sensitive. I love doing that!"
"That was another first for me," he admitted.
"Don't you and Grace play Greek games?" Joyce asked with a girlish giggle.
"No."
"Oh, my! Grace is in for a pleasant surprise, then. Bobby is a true Greek lover. Women who've never tried it before go out of their minds when Bobby fucks them in the ass. His cock is still short and thin, so it doesn't hurt like this sausage of yours would. I just love him to shove it up my tail! We do it all the time. And when I'm super sexy, I like to have both George and Bobby in me at the same time. George stuffs my cunt with his cock while Bobby shoves his prick up my ass, and they both fuck me at the same time. Tell Grace she'll have to try that some time. Shell-oh, look! Grace is getting her Greek initiation!"
Fred turned and saw Grace kneeling on the floor with her rump high in the air. She still had her clothes on and her skirt was simply lifted up around her waist. Fourteen-year-old Bobby was stark naked and kneeling behind her. He held his cock in his hand and was crawling up to her ass.
Grace felt silly kneeling in this position with all of her clothes on while everybody else in the room was by now nude. While she had sat on the couch sucking the cute boy's darling prick, Bobby had rubbed his knee against her hairy crotch until she was as hot as he was. Then he told her he wanted to fuck her and he coaxed her down on the floor beside him.
Bobby's hand never left her crotch when he asked her to get on her hands and knees so he could take her "doggy style." Grace glanced around the room and felt her temperature rise as she saw her thirteen-year-old daughter sitting on Bobby's father's face and sucking his cock so energetically that her golden strawberry hair became a blurred halo around her bobbing head.
And at the other end of the couch she saw her husband and the beautiful brunette locked in a passionate embrace while the girl's hand fondled his long prick.
Grace had never realized how stimulating it was to watch others enjoying sex. For the first time she understood why people went to see the erotic movies. Just watching her daughter energetically suck George's cock turned her on!
And this delightful boy! Grace knew she should feel guilty about playing with a child of fourteen, but she didn't! They way he had licked her cunt! Two orgasms, one after the other. Then sucking his darling little prick. And now he wanted to mount her from behind and fuck her. His constantly caressing and fondling hands and fingers had turned her body into a molten pot of superheated passion and she ached to be fucked!
For Bobby this was the very best time of all! The first time when the women had no idea what he was going to do. They were expecting him to shove his cock into their cunt and fuck them. What a surprise they got when he stuck his prick in their asshole and reamed them out good!
Bobby stroked his prick until the head was covered with a white foam of his lubricating juices. Then he guided it to the puckered target between the cheeks of her ass.
"No, darling," Grace said softly when she felt the boy's cock pressed against her asshole, "you're at the wrong place."
Bobby smiled to himself and braced his legs.
"Bobby!" Grace said more firmly. "You're too high, dear. Drop it down to my cunt. Here, I'll help . .. AAAAaarrrrruuuugghhhhhhhhh!"
Holding firmly onto the older woman's waist, Bobby rammed his hard penis to the very depths of her bowels with one vicious stroke.
Grace's scream brought every eye in the room to where she was kneeling on the floor with the young boy behind her with his cock firmly planted in her rectum.
"Look, she's getting it up her ass now!" Joyce giggled, squeezing Fred's rapidly expanding prick in her hand.
"Didn't sound painless to me," Fred remarked.
"That was just the first shock," Joyce explained. "In a minute or two she'll be begging for it. Watch."
Across the room a much needed truce was arranged in the sucking contest between George Brock and Janie McElhaney. Both had been on the verge of losing, or winning as the case might be, their game of seeing who could bring the other to climax first in a mad game of sixty-nine.
"Truce!" Janie cried, slipping his cock out of her mouth.
"Okay," George sighed with relief, letting his tongue rest from its vigorous licking of the thirteen-year-old girl's slit.
"What's happened to Mom?"
"Unless I miss my guess," George chuckled, "Bobby is screwing her in the ass."
"But he's hurting her!"
"Just the first shot," George reassured the fantastic young teenager. "All women react like that. In a minute or two she'll be losing her mind with passion, believe me. They all do. Bobby knows how to fuck a girl's ass so she'll lose her mind. He can do it because of that thin little prick of his."
"And women like it?" Janie asked.
"Nope. They love it. Just watch. We'll declare a full truce for a minute, okay?"
"Okay," Janie replied, idly stroking the older man's thick prick while she watched her mother on her hands and knees with the boy fucking her from behind.
The expression on her mother's face was gradually changing. When Janie had first looked Grace's face had registered shock. Her eyes had been wide open and bulging. Her mouth hung open as if in disbelief, and her forehead was creased with wrinkles. Janie couldn't remember seeing her mother's features so harshly etched.
First the creases in her forehead disappeared. Then her mouth closed and her eyes softened. Janie could hardly understand the transformation that was taking place so rapidly in her mother's expression.
Grace herself was amazed at the transformation in her body. When the fourteen-year-old boy's hard prick had lunged to the depths of her bowels the pain had shot through her system like a rocket. It was a searing, biting pain that ripped through her like an electric shock. And as quick as it had come, it passed and was gone!
Not that she couldn't feel his prick in her bowels. She could feel it, every inch of it. She was stuffed with his prick. And she could feel it moving in and out of her in a rapid series of strokes. What Grace couldn't understand was why it felt so good, so very good?
It was different than having a cock in her cunt, very different. It was a different sensation altogether. Yet it was very exciting! Grace decided that it was, in fact, very, very exciting!
"AAAaaaahhhhh!!!!!" she moaned as he jabbed the entire length of his rockhard little prick into her asshole.
"Like it up your ass?" Bobby laughed as he banged her.
"Yes!" Grace gasped.
"Tell me!" Bobby laughed.
"I like it up my ass, Bobby!" Grace moaned.
"Hey, Dad!" Bobby called. "Come over and lick her cunt while I fuck her ass."
"Okay, son!" George replied. "We do that for Joyce. I eat her pussy while he screws her ass," George explained to Janie. "Come on over with me.
Janie lifted her pussy from the older man's face and crawled over to where Bobby and her mother were balling. She watched George get on his back on the floor and slide up under Grace's body. He reached up and caressed her hanging breasts on his way to her crotch. Then Janie saw him bring his face up between Grace's legs.
"OOOOooooohhhh!!! OH... OH, MY GOD!!!!" Grace gasped when she felt George's tongue slide into her hot slit while his son continued ramming his prick up her ass.
Janie was amazed by the possibilities of group sex. The look of joy on her mother's face told the young girl how much she was enjoying this unique attack on her body. The thirteen-year-old girl told herself she would have to try this some time.
George's body was stretched out so that his cock was sticking straight up in the air. Janie grasped it in her hand and stroked it for a moment. From the way it trembled in her grasp she knew that he was very close to coming. Janie was very hot herself. Her cunt was still sopping wet from the excitement he had given her with his tongue.
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear?" Grace said in a hoarse whisper between moans of pleasure.
"Can I sit on his prick?" Janie asked. "Does that feel good?" Janie inquired in her remembered role of the young virgin.
"God, yes!" Grace groaned. "Here, I'll hold it for you and you squat over it. No, darling, more this way. There! That's it! Can you feel it pressing against your hole?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Sit down on it, Janie!" Grace urged. "Ill hold it. That's it!"
"Wheeeeeeee!!!!!" Janie cried as she ran her hot, wet cunt down his cock like a fireman sliding down a pole. She wasn't acting now. Her cunt was so hot she thought she was going to come the minute she felt his cock inside her.
"Isn't that fun?" Grace sighed. "OOOOOooohhhhh! God, they're driving me crazy!"
"How does it feel to have a prick in your ass, Mom?" Janie asked, now beginning to bounce slowly up and down on George's throbbing rod.
"Divine! Absolutely... divine!! Jesus, can he ever lick a pussy!"
"Isn't he good?" Janie agreed, now moving her hips faster as the passion in her body began sending waves of joy sweeping through her veins.
"OOOOooohhhh! BOBBY, FUCK ME!!!!" Grace cried as her body seemed to lift from the floor to float on an electric cloud.
Unable to resist, Fred and Joyce gaily crawled across the room to get in on the fun. Joyce moved up behind her fourteen-year-old son's bucking body and casually reached out to take his bouncing little balls in her hand to fondle and caress as he poured his prick up Grace's quaking tail.
"Give her a hot enema, Bobby," Joyce urged in a hoarse whisper. To emphasize her point and at the same time increase her son's pleasure, Joyce worked her middle finger up his asshole and began massaging his prostrate as he continued his deep thrusts into Grace's willing rectum.
Janie was riding George's rigid pole gaily, bouncing up and down on his groin with youthful abandon. Her attention was fixed on the sight of his hard prick disappearing into her body with each downward motion of her young pelvis.
When the thirteen-year-old girl looked up for a moment she found her father kneeling beside her. His huge penis was fully erect and sticking out from his groin like a beckoning beacon. The sight of his magnificent cock sent new waves of passion sweeping through her system and she reached out to grasp his trembling shaft in her hand to bring it to her hungry, loving mouth.
It was almost an automatic reaction on Janie's part, but the moment she felt her body filled with two hard cocks she went wild! She could feel both of the pricks pulsing inside her body; George's in her hot box, and her father's in her throat.
"Fuck me, Bobby! FUCK ME!" Grace cried urgently as her body threatened to explode. Was it the boy's prick in her ass? Or was it watching her thirteen-year-old daughter bounce up and down on George's cock while George licked Grace's pussy with his wild, flicking tongue? Or could it be watching Janie suck Fred's cock while she rode another prick for all her young body was worth? Grace had no idea, all she knew was that she couldn't remember being this intensely excited before!
" AAA AAAaaaaiiieeeee!!!"
Grace's scream hung in the air above all over them. When Bobby's cock exploded to send his hot young cream splashing into her bowels, Grace thought she was going to faint! She had to place her hands on her daughter's bouncing shoulders for support as one earthquake after another ripped through her body.
"NOW!" Janie cried, her word a muffled grunt as the result of a mouthful of Fred's giant cock. And just as she started coming, she felt Fred's cock erupt to send its load of lava into her throat.
"UUUuuummmmmmppppphhhh!!!"
The strangled grunt came below. George Brock was shooting his load into the beautiful young teenager's hot, wet twat and his scream of pleasure was completely muffled against the soft gag of Grace's pussy covering his mouth.
This was just the beginning of a long, exhausting evening for the six swingers. Every conceivable combination of hands, mouths and genitals was tried. Janie begged for and received an opportunity to try taking Bobby's hard prick up her ass. Grace, at the urging of the Brocks, took on both George and his son at the same time. Bobby fucked her ass while George screwed her cunt.
It was almost midnight when Fred and Janie boldly decided to test Grace's reaction to their coupling. The scene developed in a casual manner during a group ball. Fred was stretched out on his back with Joyce sitting, wiggling and squirming, on his mouth. Grace was mounted on top of George, riding his prick slowly for a deliciously patient fuck.
Janie grabbed the opportunity and climbed up on top of her father's groin to impale her cunt on his massive manhood. Side by side with her mother, Janie rode her father's thick cock for all she was worth.
Both father and daughter smiled to themselves when Grace urged her daughter on as they rode a match race toward climax.