Don Elcord

The swap fuck

CHAPTER 1

Denise eased over onto her stomach on the queen sized bed and stared at the set of pictures that had been in the letter she'd read over and over.

Her eyes gaped wide while she studied the lewd photographs. She could feel Brian's cock rubbing against her hip as he nuzzled closer and slid a leg up over her bare ass. The pictures, plus the contents of the letter they came in, had charged him up, if the hardness of his prick was an indication.

She sorted the pictures out, and wiggling her cute butt against his hardening cock, she muttered, «These pictures are disgusting!» Tapping one for emphasis, she added, her voice filled with primness, «Look at her! Laying on a bed stark naked, and playing with her own pussy!»

Brian eased on top of his wife, shoved his cock between her lovely, creamy, pinkish-white asscheeks, and chuckled, «Yeah, ain't that disgusting!» Picking up another picture, he ogled it. «And look at this picture of Sharon's husband, Duke. The bastard's sure heavy hung, isn't he?» There was a twinge of envy in his voice. From the pictures from their new pen pals, it was apparent that Duke Edwards had a king sized prick. It was as big as Brian's, maybe even a trifle larger.

Denise's interest perked up when she studied the large cock in the photo. It was a picture of Duke lying on a bed, holding his prick erect and grinning lewdly. Like Brian had mentioned, the man had a big cock. Her doubts still prevailed, however. She really wasn't too interested in other cocks, big, or otherwise. She had her doubts about this whole swapping bit. She'd been dubious about swapping from the beginning.

«Maybe we should just forget about swapping, dear?» Her voice contained a measure of doubt, and fear of the unknown. At age nineteen, married less than two years to Brian Watson, she still felt like a bride. A lovely bride. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Five foot six and weighing one hundred and eighteen pounds of sheer curvy loveliness, she was a beautiful dreamboat.

It had bothered Denise and caused her great anguish when Brian had gotten on this swap kick a few months ago. He had conned her into giving it at least a try, and they had started a chain of letters with potential swappers through a swinger type magazine. After sorting through the many replies they'd received they had narrowed their choice down to a young couple named, Duke and Sharon Edwards. Letters and pictures had been exchanged, and now they were down to the nitty-gritty.

The actual setting of a time and place for a first swap session!

Brian frowned. Rolling his wife onto her back, he knelt between her legs. He teased his cock around her tiny crack without actually pushing inward. Fondling her lush titties, be smiled reassuringly at his adorable wife. At twenty-five, Brian was loaded with male charm and he had a big prick. A prick his pretty young wife adored.

Smiling down at her, he eased a small portion of his big rod into her tiny cunt, and whispered, «Hon, we agreed to give it a try!»

Denise felt her argument losing ground with each inch of cock he shoved into her hot pussy. Always it was like this. Whenever he wanted to get a point across, he eased his point into her. This turned her into jelly, and negated her case against swapping.

She gulped and sighed when she felt his huge cock sliding into her tiny twat. She made one last ditch effort to get her point across. «The Edwards seem so lewd. Even in their letters, and these pictures … ugh! They're obscene. Maybe they're too far out for us?»

He shrugged. «We'll find out. Remember, our agreement is simple. If we don't like their looks when we meet them, or they don't like us, it's no deal. No swap. So stop worrying.» He eased a few more inches of cock into her cunt and slowly gyrated. He was in no rush. They had all evening. Brian didn't have a steady job. He was a wealthy young man, having inherited a considerable amount of loot upon the death of his parents a couple years ago. They'd been killed in an airplane crash.

Brian was a part time partner in a real estate complex in the city. He put in a few hours a day with his more active partners, and his time was more or less his own. And having plenty of leisure time on his hands, he did what came naturally. He kept up with the young, swinging set, dragging his reluctant young wife along with him.

He didn't mind Denise's shyness and the fact that she was somewhat of a square. He loved the pretty girl he'd married. He only wanted her to get into the swing of things with him.

Swapping was the current, in-thing to do. All his friends hinted broadly that they had tried their hands at it. He had resolved to try it, too. Now with any close friends-at least not at first. They decided to give it a try by corresponding with people through the secret codes of the swinger magazines. That way, it would be their little secret. If it turned out they didn't like swapping, they could halt it with no damage to their reputations, and their close friends wouldn't even have to know.

Denise sighed and ground her pussy around his cock and tried to suck more cock inward. She wiggled her cute ass forward, wrapped her creamy, white thighs around his hairy legs and pulled him downward. She grunted and groaned happily when his enormous cock slid inward. She beat a tattoo on his back and urged him to get with it. Time to argue about swapping later. Now was the time for fucking.

«Sock it to me, dear,» she whimpered, moaning and gyrating. She humped her pussy up and down eagerly. «Fuck the shit out of me, you, big bastard! Make me feel that cock! Fuck it to me! Now! Like wow … ooooooooh … aaaaaaah … « She squealed and moaned in delight when he ground his meat into her tiny cunt.

'I'm fucking you, slut!» he chortled happily, pounding his beef into her battered bush. His big cock slid hard onto her ditty and far into her tiny well. He always marveled that she had such a tiny cunt. As often as be tapped it, it still seemed tiny and tight.

Up. Down. He pounded his cock into tiny cunt. He bounced against her lush breasts while she wiggled and moaned. She whimpered, «Fuck me, dear! Fuck me. I'm getting so hot. Wow! Your cock seems so big tonight!»

He grinned knowingly. How right she was. Even talking about swapping had turned him on. The pictures of the couple they were about to swap with were lying around on the bed beside them. He got glimpses of the photos as he bounced up and down on his lovely wife. Glimpses of the exotic girl named Sharon, who, in her letters, implied that nothing was too far out for her and her husband to try.

He was fucking Denise, but his thoughts were on the unknown Sharon. The girl who promised him a wild time if he and Denise would visit them next weekend.

Small wonder his cock was surging hard tonight. He had half exacted a promise from Denise that she'd go along with the swap. A test hop. Closing his eyes and imagining she was the girl in the pictures, he rammed cock far into cunt. «I'm cuming, hon.! I'm cuming! Cum with me … now … «

Denise had been building up to this moment. Her two years of marital experience had taught her how to hold off until the right moment. The moment of climax. She ground her pussy tight against his spasming cock and unloaded a gigantic orgasm. Wrapping her feet around his hairy legs, she pulled him closer and closer and felt his big cock sliding all the way into her hot cunt.

Hot juices intermingled as the two lovers thrashed around on the bed. Again and again, he shot a wad of hot, sticky cum into her hot, sticky oven. Her internal juices intermingled with his. She pulled him to her in ecstasy and whimpered and moaned happily as she felt him coming and coming.

«I love you, dear,» she whispered, pressing lips. «I love you so much.» She beat a tattoo on his bare back and pulled him hard against her breasts. Her eyes misted with tears of happiness as she stared at him. It was a moment of great happiness and her heart was filled with emotional love while her cunt was being filled with cum. Moments to remember.

He grinned when he noticed the tears of happiness in her soft, brown eyes. She was such a tender, sentimental girl. An emotional little beauty. He kept his prick in her cunt as long as he could, still trying to push more cock in deeper and give with more juices. Nature finally prevailed. The stiffness receded. His cock grew limp. It plopped dejectedly out of the seething cauldron.

He eased from her lushness and flopped onto his back. «Like wow!» he breathed, panting somewhat from the exertion. «It was really something tonight!» He rested his hand on her still spasming pussy, and gently scratched.

Denise tickled his man sized titties. She wasn't breathless like him. She had the feeling of contentment, of a job well done.

«It's always something,» she agreed, snuggling close, and grabbing a handful of soft cock. Placing her head on his heaving breast, she peered up at him, eyes still misted with tears of happiness. Sucking in a deep breath, she re-opened the old argument. «That's why I can't understand why you'd want someone else. Why you want to swap.» Her eyes begged for understanding.

An expression of annoyance swept to his face. His dark eyes, so filled with contentment, suddenly turned cool. «Honey, please? Don't rehash all your silly arguments against swapping. We agreed to at least give it a try. We've already written to the Edwards and said we'd be at their place next weekend. Now stop trying to get out of it. We're going through with it. At least this once!»

She bit back the retort that sprang to her lips. She knew it would be futile to renew the old argument. Brian was a knot head. Once his mind was made up-that was it.

«It's just that I'm kind of scared,» she whispered easing around on the bed and heading down toward his cock-with her mouth.

«There's nothing to be afraid of,» he assured her easing her up and over. They were in a sixty-nine position. He was staring directly at her cunt and asshole.

Holding his limp cock in her hand, she spoke to the cock, and loud enough for him to hear. «It's just that I've never had another man but you before, dear.» A true statement. She'd been a virgin of seventeen when he'd married her, a scant two years ago.

«I understand, lion,» he replied, addressing his remarks to her tiny, brown-haired pussy. He kissed the wet, gooey vaginal lips tenderly. Licking the tiny crack, he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by the hairy snatch he was half kissing, «but I've promised that if you don't want to go through with it, after we arrive, we can back out. The Edwards agreed to that in their letters. So relax, hon. Relax.» He stroked her cute butt and massaged her creamy asscheeks.

Holding his half hard prick erect, she licked the sides and the slit at the top, which was still oozing cum. She shoved her fears aside as she shoved his cock into her mouth. Maybe she was just being childish, making such a big thing about swapping. She was letting her morals show through. She was such a square. She couldn't help that, of course. Mom and Dad were two of the squarest people in existence. Her upbringing had been strait laced.

She sighed and sucked. Sucked and sighed. Soon the sighs disappeared. Only the sucking was left. She concentrated on the job at hand. Getting Brian hard.

She succeeded.

CHAPTER 2

They drove twice around the block which the Edwards lived on before heading into the driveway of their house. Denise could almost feel her knees knocking together while sitting beside Brian, who was driving. She tried to relax, but she was all tensed up. Brian, despite his air of bravado, also seamed up tight.

Their initial evaluation of the Edward's place was favorable. It was a large home in a very nice neighborhood in one of the better sections of the suburbs, well within easy driving range of the city.

The neighborhood was on a par with their own neighborhood on the other side of the city suburbs. Denise breathed a sigh of relief. So far, so good. Brian drove into the driveway and parked next to a late model, four door sedan. Close by was another car, a sports model. Like the home, the cars were high class, expensive item.

A slight twinge of disappointment swept through her when the door opened and they met the Edwards in person for the first time. Duke Edwards did not measure up to the photos that had been sent as part of their pen pal letters through the swinger magazine.

Duke Edwards was twenty-eight. He was chubby, far chubbier than he'd looked in his pictures. He was five foot, ten inches and pushed the scales at two hundred and ten pounds. He had light brownish colored hair, styled rather long and mod, and he had pale blue eyes. His eyes were rather close set and beady, and his nose was bulbous. The entire effect was that of a hoggish type man, with fat jowls.

She beat down her feeling of disappointment and cut loose with a charming smile, and a soft, «Pleased to meet you, Duke.» She tried to keep her voice calm.

Sharon Edwards was an exact opposite of her ugly husband. She was a lush, twenty-three-year old beauty. She was five foot, seven inches of curvy shape with a pair of knockers that were out of this world. She was a phony blonde, with grey eyes and exuded sex appeal, from every curvy pound of her one hundred and thirty pound creamy, pinkish-white physique.

From their correspondence, they already knew quite a bit about this couple. Duke was a television show producer in the city. Very successful. Sharon was a singer and an active television personality. She often appeared on many of the shows Duke was connected with. Being a very photogenic girl, she was in demand by most of the studios.

Denise felt almost awed in the presence of this couple. Duke, the genial host led them into their sumptuous living room and poured a round of drinks. He was dressed in casual slacks and sports shirt, as was Brian. The girls had on mini dress outfits. Casualness seemed to be the order of the day.

Duke, eyeing Denise hungrily, grinned at her from behind the bar where he'd established himself as the genial host. His groupies were seated at bar stools before him, while he attended their wants. Cutting loose with a big smile, he murmured, his eyes roving up and down her lovely shape, «The pictures you sent hardly do you justice, m'dear. You're much prettier than in your pictures.»

She blushed, and wished she could return the compliment. Truthfully she couldn't. Duke looked uglier and more piggish in person than he had in the pictures he'd sent. She murmured a polite, «thank you, sir.»

«Listen to the girl!» hooted Duke, slapping the bar. «Calling me sir!» Reaching over, he gathered one of her warm hands in his, and said, «The name's Duke, honey.» He winked lewdly.

She withdrew her hand and mumbled, «Okay – Duke.» Her fears built. This man was coming on too strong. She didn't like his looks, or his attitude. She forced a smile, slid from the bar stool and sat on a big recliner chair nearby and sipped slowly at her drink as she tried desperately to calm her jumpy nerves.

Sharon, sensing Denise's fears, quickly jumped into the breech. She sat on a chair nearby and cut loose with a disarming smile. «This is a first time for you, darling? Swapping, I mean. In your letters you mentioned you were new at this?»

Denise nodded. «It … will be a first time … if we go through with it.» She downed the drink and handed her glass to Brian for a refill. The warming liquor calmed her. She smiled thankfully at the other girl.

«Yeah, I know just how you feel.» Sharon chuckled. «I felt the same way the first time I tried out for a part in a musical on Broadway. My knees were knocking, my throat felt parched and I was sure I wouldn't be able to sing a note.»

Duke, having poured another round of drinks, came from behind the bar and perched on a stool. Grinning, he remarked, «You should hear her belt out a song now. And the things she does when she sings at parties. How about giving them a sample, hon.?»

Sharon nodded. She finished her drink, got up from her chair, turned on the hi-fi set and went into her act.

Denise had the odd feeling that this had all been pre-arranged.

Sharon belted out a currently popular song in her pleasant voice. While giving with the words and music she slowly undulated before her appreciative audience. As she pirouetted and moved before them, she began tossing aside her clothes. Denise had the impression that the clothes were especially made for this act. Break away clothing. First came the pale blue blouse Sharon had been wearing.

Holding the blouse in her hand, Sharon undulated and sang. Her lush breasts were encased in a brief bra. She sang and fumbled with her bra. Unhurriedly she did her number while Duke refilled the glasses of the onlookers.

Sharon eased up to Brian who was perched on a bar stool beside Duke. Easing tantalizingly close and singing the words as though just for Brian, she managed to remove her bra while on a downward swoop in Brian's direction. Her big breasts bounced close to Brian's startled glance. Sharon teased her taut nipples very close to Brian's gaping mouth.

Denise gulped and almost uttered a wail of protest. She bit back the sound and continued to gawk at the scene. A measure of deep discontent swept through her as she watched the way Brian simpered and moved his mouth like a fish toward the swinging bells and the big, taut nipples. He looked like a stupid fish going after the bait.

And what bait! Denise would be the first to admit that Sharon had a pair of tits that were incredible. Large, creamy, pinkish-white mounds of sheer loveliness. Firm, round and fully packed.

Sharon was using her bait expertly. She teased her melons up to Brian's face while he gulped at them like a guppy with a big mouth. She swooped her nipples in and out of his mouth and several times pressed her breasts hard against his face so he could wallow in the lovely valley between the huge mounds.

Duke slid from his bar stool and perched on the arm of Denise's easy chair. Sliding an arm down, he ran his fingers through her long brown hair. Chuckling impishly, he said, «That Sharon's quite a girl, isn't she? What a teaser.»

«Yeah, she's a card.» Denise tried to keep a smile on her face. She was well aware of what these people were. Swappers! But she wished they wouldn't come on so strong-and so fast. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore Duke's probing fingers. He had his hand down her blouse and was gently fondling her breasts!

Bending lower, Duke murmured in her ear. «I sure hope you two like us. Me and Sharon are forming a new swap group.»

«Oh?» She tried to control her nerves. Despite her aversion to what this ugly man was doing to her, she couldn't help but get heated up. His hands were nice and warm. His gentle massing of her titties sent goose bumps through her. Nice goose bumps.

«Our old group was getting just that … old hat. We've decided to assemble an entire new group. Kids like you and Brian, who've never tried swapping before, or who haven't really done much swapping as yet. Rookies.»

«Oh? And where's the rest of the group?»

«We're lining them up. If you and your husband like us after tonight, we plan on inviting you to a big party in about three weeks. By then, we'll have our new group lined up. We should have a wonderful time. How does it sound to you, hon.?» He dripped his fingers farther down her blouse and massaged her breasts, stomach and belly button. He fumbled for her blouse fasteners with his free hand.

«I … I … er … oh … oh … « She gulped and ignored his probing fingers when the sight she was staring at drove all other thoughts from her mind.

Sharon had stripped bare!

The exotic singer-dancer was still undulating to the music and still singing the song, but now she was no longer alone in her exotic, nude dance. She had pulled Brian to his feet and had swept him to her embrace. While still moving around and singing to the tune being played on the hi-fi, she reached into his slacks and pulled out his cock!

An expression of joy cut through a few bars of the song she was belting out as she fondled Brian's huge prick. A prick which was now bouncing hard and surging with power. Sharon no longer sang her song. Her tune had changed to gurgles of delight. Sliding Brian's slacks from his legs, and his sports shirt from his chest, she eased toward her mate.

Holding Brian's huge prick in her hands, she gurgled, «Look what I found, dear!»

Duke, who'd gone this route often with his beautiful wife, ogled her new find. Expertly he sized up Brian's big, solid cock. A cock almost as big as his own. He knew this would please Sharon. Smiling, he nodded and muttered, «It's sure a big one! I told you these kids would be ideal for our new group. I could tell from the pictures they sent and from their letters.» Patting his lovely wife on the ass, he asked jokingly, «What're you going to do with it, hon.?»

Sharon smiled lewdly and still holding the huge prick, murmured, «I'd like to try it on for size. Can I?» It was a little game they played with new swappers. A game of getting every one in the mood, and relaxed.

«You have my permission, hon.» Duke squeezed one of Denise's breasts. He had succeeded in slipping her blouse off and she was now nude to the waist. Nude, and blushing furiously. «How about you, dear? Can my Sharon try your Brian on for size?» Again he squeezed tittie.

Denise stared hard at Brian. He, too, was flushing. It was a first for them both. A first time another girl had a hand wrapped around his prick since their marriage less than two years ago.

It was the moment of truth.

Calling on her last ounce of common sense, and realizing this was the moment of decision, Denise moved away from Duke's probing fingers, folded her arms demurely across her lush tits, and giving a nasty glare at her entrapped husband, she said flatly, «It's up to him! This entire idea about swapping is his!»

«I … I … « Brian felt some of the steam seeping from his ardor and some of the stiffness receding from his cock as he withered under Denise's cold look. «I … I … « He appealed to her for help in this moment of decision.

She wasn't about to let him off the hook. «Make up your mind, Brian. Shall we leave … now?»

A strained silence hung heavily in the air. Duke and Sharon, who'd gone through similar scenes many a time, waited without uttering a word. Sharon continued to stroke the wilting prick, trying to coax new strength into it-and into the owner of the wilting cock. Duke wisely regained from trying to get back to his tittie fondling chore. He sat on the arm of the chair, awaiting the verdict patiently.