Swap mates

CHAPTER TWO

She was sweet eighteen and never been kissed, or almost never, when she met Allen Fine. He was young, handsome, and had been the local high-school football hero. Now he was a college football hero and, even though he was older than Margie, that made him a catch for any young girl just graduated from high school.

She knew about sex, and she wasn't afraid of it. But her mother had always drilled into her that some day the right boy would come along. And when he did, he wouldn't marry a girl with a reputation. What her mother didn't tell her was that the right boy probably wouldn't marry her anyway if he didn't fuck her first.

That, Margie found out the hard way.

It was late, midnight, and they were alone on the sofa in Allen's father's house. It was their ninth or tenth date, and Margie was having a hard time keeping Margie away from her.

She felt the familiar tight knot harden in her throat as he gently pushed her back, down on the sofa. His hands were fondling and kneading the conical mounds of flesh under her tight sweater.

"Please, Margie," Margie pleaded, her brown eyes wide with alarm at the look of lust on his face.

For a moment he hesitated. But she knew that they had already gone too far. There was a hunger in him, a hunger that had burned for too many weeks. It now drove him down to her lovely, wide lips, smearing her lipstick over her mouth.

She could feel the need for sex rising in her own body. Frantically, she pushed at his chest, trying to keep her emotions in balance.

"Margie… oh, Margie, you're so beautiful…"

"Allen…" she gasped, her lips trembling under his.

It's all right, her body screamed. He loves you. Can't you see that from the way he's playing with your breasts, wanting to feel their naked warmth under his fingers, under his hot lips.

She could feel the hardness at his crotch become like steel as he rubbed against her. She moaned, her lips moved away, called out his name. It was the call of a lusting but frightened girl. "No… don't!"

"Please, Margie… I… I… can't wait anymore." The words were smothered against the creamy softness of her throat. His body moved against the softness of hers beneath him. His rigid cock was pulsing directly against the puffy mound of her cunt.

His hand reached down to her tight skin, attempted to work it up over her legs, tried to find the soft warm flesh of her naked thigh, frantically working along the nylon stocking, but unable to get beyond the rigid line of her gray skin.

"Honey, help… please, for God's sake," be half sobbed, the desperation and burning hurting so much that his teeth damped together.

"Oh, Allen… please… you promised!" Margie lay there like stone, unmoving, staring up at him, her lovely eyes frowning, her lips trembling. "Please, you promised!"

His fingers gripped the skirt, threatening to tear it away by brute force.

"Allen!" she screamed, jerking away from him, horror contorting her face.

They stared at each other far a long time. Margie's eyes were thick with fury and fear.

Then, abruptly, Allen got up, stalked out of the room, and returned moments later with her coat. "Let's go."

"Where?"

"I'm taking you home, baby," he said. "For good."

"Oh, Allen… please."

"Please, shit."

"Allen."

"What?"

"Kiss me."

The invitation was in her eyes. This time she would do it.

They kissed again deeply, with great passion, and as they did their bodies began to respond with growing desire. They pressed close together and Allen ran his hands up and down the enticing roundness of her luscious body.

Then they were back on the sofa and he slid his hand boldly up under the sweater and began to stroke the naked skin, of her back. She cuddled closer and kissed him gently on the cheek, nuzzling his rough skin.

Instinctively, her hand began to rove over his muscular back. She loved his powerful body, hard as a rock, and she felt a spasm of excitement pulse through her as she touched his skin. She nestled softly into the dark curling hair on his well-developed chest, feeling tiny and secure.

He slipped his hand around so that he could gently knead her firm, ripe breasts, and luxuriated in their resilient softness. Delicately, he squeezed first one nipple, then the other, feeling them harden and grow taut. Desire was strong in him now, and his body throbbed with growing passion. He kissed her again, this time with an animal intensity that could communicate only one thing; he wanted to make love to her.

As she sensed this, Margie found herself growing tense, and her mind began to reel. God, what am I doing, she thought. I want him, don't I? Why am I wavering back and forth for?

"You want to now, don't you?" Allen asked gently.

"I want you," she replied. "I want to keep you."

"You've got my personal guarantee," he said, and drew her close to him. They kissed and she could feel forgiveness and warmth and yearning all boiling inside her.

He pulled and tugged at the sweater until he had it off. She shivered, hut her shivering stopped when she saw the open admiration in his eyes as he drank in the twin white bulges cascading over the top of her bra cups.

Totally excited now, he pressed himself against her, kissing her, running his hands over her smooth shoulders. The sensation of her skin was warm and sensuous, and he helped her slip out of the sweater as begot out of his own shin.

She started to massage his back and he turned and unfastened her bra. Her breasts spilled out into his hands and he grasped them hotly, savoring the feel of their fullness, squeezing them slightly. They were large and firm. Sensuous and white as the purest marble. But they weren't cold like marble. They vibrated, pulsating with a deep-seated sensual desire. When he touched them they seemed to have a passionate life of their own which made them warm and vibrant in his hands.

And his hands on her breasts had the same, alarming excitation for Margie. "Ohhhhh, Allen, I love you so much. Please… don't let this ruin everything for us!"

"It won't… it won't. God, Margie, your breasts are the most exciting things I've ever seen!"

When he touched them they would become firm, swelling with pent-up passion. He liked to take her tits in his hands and hold them, massage them, and feel them against his body.

The two of them lay there, with the fire playing over their smooth bodies, and he touched her in a thousand places, all areas of pleasure and delicious sensuousness. As he touched her, Margie sighed and moved in a steady rhythm, her hands roaming across him, tickling, feeling, touching.

"Do you like this?" she asked, as her hands moved over him, covering him with caresses.

"Yes," he said. "Keep it up!"

His hand slipped down low over the soft, trembling plane of her stomach until it reached the pink bikini panties. His fingers slowly found their way past the tight elastic waistband and into the curly tangle of her pubic hair. She tried to relax and let his roving hand freely explore her most private parts, yet deep within, a raging turmoil had begun that made her almost cry out with anguish as his finger teased the quivering folds of her vaginal slit.

"Baby," he moaned. "Baby, I want you so bad."

"Oh, my God," she moaned into his ear. "That's… that's driving me crazy."

"It's gonna be good, Margie… you'll see, it's gonna be good for bath of us." He talked as he slid his pants off and then her skirt.

Soon he was on top of her, moving against her. Her body, tanned by the sun, made her look like a Goddess in the firelight. He liked the way her hair fell over her shoulders. He looked at her as she lay there. Her hand languidly rested on his leg and toyed with the little hairs growing there. He laughed as she did this and ran his own hand over her leg.

Her legs were long and shapely, the flowing curve of her calf moving sensuously into the fullness of her thighs. He touched her, his fingertips dancing lightly across the smooth and pent-up passion of her flesh.

As he lightly excited her with his feather touch, she touched him also, just as lightly, just as erotically.

"Allen," she said idly, without really thinking, "do you love me?"

"Kiss me and I'll show you," he said.

He pulled her to him and their lips met, bodies straining against each other. Her breasts, firm and full of desire, mashed against his masculine, hairy chest.

Again his hands went under her panties. Allen let his fingers slide up and down the soft flesh, hoping that his gentle activity would trigger her female juices and moisten her pussy. Finding the tiny nub of her clitoris, he began to massage it, kneading just the right spot until it began to harden involuntarily, like a tiny penis. With growing urgency, he began to twist the little hardened bud, hoping to rouse Margie into a fever of desire to match his own.

His middle finger found the tight, puckered entrance of her pussy, and he was delighted to discover that it was slightly moist. With great care, he began to probe into the constricted passage, widening it, increasing the lubrication. As he did, Margie again found herself becoming tense, and involuntarily her vaginal passage began to tighten and resist his penetrating finger. Her legs drew closer together, almost damping his hand between those white, firm columns.

Allen sensed her anxiety and relaxed, trying to penetrate her slowly. His love play had caused his tick, lengthy prick to stiffen with lust, and his loins were hot and aching with desire. He wanted her tonight, wanted to screw her like a stallion mounting a mare, and cry out in triumph with his release.

"It's okay, honey," he whispered reassuringly. "It's okay. Just relax. Everything is going to be all right."

Despite his words, however, Margie found herself growing steadily more anxious. Her mind reeled with stormy thoughts: This is evil, sinful… He's like an animal… a filthy animal. Don't give in to him! It's dirty! Vile! "No…" she groaned. "No!" Then suddenly, her head began to pound with the beat of a thousand savage drums, and she drew back from him, raising her hands to her temples, trying to ease the throbbing.

"What's wrong?" Margie asked, with a certain edginess in his voice.

"I can't," she whispered. "I just can't."

Allen drew back coldly. "I know why," he said. "It's the sex… you don't want to make love to me."

"It's not that," she protested. "I do want to make love to you… but something keeps stopping me. I can't seem to get over it."

"Jesus," he said frankly. "How long is this going to go on?"

"I'm trying, Allen," Margie said. "You know that! I just need time!"

"How much time?" he shouted suddenly as his repressed fury burst to the surface. "God, I need a good lay! I haven't had one in at least three months! I need a real fuck!"

"Margie, don't use that kind of language with me!" she shouted back, furious at his display of temper.

"I'll use any kind of language I want," be snapped. "I'm sick of having you behaving like a Goddamn princess! Why the hell are you so afraid of sex? Why?"

"Because… because… it's ugly," she blurted out. "It's horrible and ugly.Ugly!"

"Crap!" he shouted back. "That's what that dried-up mother of yours keeps telling you. Your old man probably left her because she never gave him any. Everybody in town knows your old man would fuck anybody, because he wasn't getting any at home!"

"Don't say that!"

"Shit!"

In a frenzy, Allen suddenly reached down and pulled his undershorts off, exposing his huge, swollen cock and the hairy, dangling balls beneath.

At the sight of it, Margie drew back with a gasp of horror and drew her hands over her eyes.

"Allen, don't!"

"Look at it!" he cried, grasping his hardened, potent tool with his hands. "It's a cock… a man's cock!Look at it!"

"Stop it! Stop it!" she pleaded, tears filling her eyes.

But he couldn't be stopped. He was caught in a rising torrent of rage and frustration that exploded now with the force of a bomb.

"No, baby," he replied, his eyes glazed with lust, "I'm not stopping how! I want a good fuck before we leave here, and I want it now. Now!"

He quickly stripped the shorts the rest of the way off, and approached the sofa like a panther stalking his victim. Margie cowered fearfully, her eyes wide with terror. She was scared to death, but she couldn't take her eyes off the inflamed head of his bobbing cock. It excited her. She could feel even more juice from her pussy ooze out to trickle down into the crack of her ass.

Then she suddenly realized how really silly the whole thing was.

"Yes," she gasped.

"What?"

"Yes, Allen, you're right. I'm being dumb. Come on… give me your cock, darling! Fuck me and make a woman out of me… that's what I really need!"

"Oh, baby," he gasped, nearly insane with desire as be began to suck and bite on her tender breasts while his hand grasped the curly wet fur of her pussy.

"Your body is so soft, so beautiful," he said, rubbing at the cushiness of her cunt, spreading the lips, caressing the inner flesh with his fingers. He stroked her clitoris and the huge puffed lips of her cunt. As he slipped a finger into her, her hips jerked in spasms. Her muscles milked his finger, urging it further and further into her.

"You want me to fuck you now?" he growled.

"You want my cock in you now?"

"Yes, Margie… yes!" she growled in return, grabbing his head between her hands and kissing him violently, probing the hotness of his mouth with her tongue. "Give me your sweet dick!"

Unable to resist the musky smell of her cunt, he wanted a taste of it. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and burrowed into the damp gorge of her pussy. The hairy lips encased his mouth, his nose, his chin as he dipped his tongue into the lovely slit. She spread her thighs wider, pulling his head with her hands, urging him deeper and deeper into her cunt.

He gasped as his tongue lapped at the swollen knob of her clit. He swirled it around and around the gash, licking eagerly at the honeyed juices he found there.

She moaned deeply. Her hips jerked wildly under the sweet assault of his mouth. She fumbled for his cock, wanting it desperately now, wanting to feel and fist it.

He understood and moved his body around until his knees were astraddle her and his cock was brushing her ruby lips. With her tongue and hand, she worked the foreskin back and forth across the knob. She began to lick the head, skinning it back, licking and savoring the sweet taste of it. She loved it, reveling in the hotness, the hardness of it. She fisted the staff and began to suck harder on the huge, swollen knob.

She came, her hot juices drowning his tongue and his mouth. It prompted his own orgasm. Hot cum, salty and thick, flooded her throat and her belly.

Little did either of them know then where it would lead. Allen was a man, and his drive was that of a man's. How could he know that by giving Margie her first fuck, he would unleash in her a desire and lust for sex that would be ten times his. He had sucked her cunt until she came. And he had poured a load from his balls into her throat. If he had been in his right mind, he would have wondered at a girl sucking him clear off and swallowing his cum the first time she fucked.

He would indeed wonder about it later, but now he had a writhing mass of female flesh beneath him, begging him to sever her cunt with his cock. He didn't think about that either because, even though he had just gushed a huge load, his cock was still hard and wanting her beautiful pussy.

"Put it in me!" she screamed, raking his body with her nails, dragging him around into position. "Stick your beautiful cock in my cunt!"

Suddenly it was his hot flesh against hers, his pubic hair against her hot lips. His hot cock ramming, gliding, sliding as she ground her pubic bone against his.

"Don't tease me, Allen… don't. Put it in!"

"I will, baby, but I don't want to hurt you the first time. Relax… just relax your pussy!"

Margie did as he asked and marveled with surprise when she felt the hard head of his cock slide easily into the hole. He had lubricated it well with his saliva and juices from her cunt before entering. Further and further he slid it up the hole, until she could feel his hairy balls nestled between the cheeks of her ass.

"There it is, Margie. You got all my cock in your pussy. Is it good?"

"Oh, yes… shit, yes!" she sighed, her eyes wide, her body jerking against him.

He began moving his hips, sliding the full length of his prick, in and out of her cunt in long, pulsing strokes.

She shrieked with pleasure as the cock ground into her eager hole. Oh God, he was right, she thought, he was so right. What a fool I've been, going this long without sex!

"Fuck me, Margie! Don't ever stop pounding your cock into me!" She threw her legs as high and as wide as she could get them and wrapped her arms around until she could grip his buttocks and pull his meat into her.

"Oh, Jesus, what a fuck… Oh, Margie, you're wild!"

"Fuck, Allen. Don't talk, just fuck!"

The wildly bucking body beneath him had taken him totally by surprise. Her thrusting tits and wet sheath made him frantic with sexual excitement. He pounded away, harder and harder, into her tightly contracting cunt.

Margie was alternately laughing and crying with joy. Her heart was pounding wildly. It seemed to be saying: fuck… fuck… fuck… harder, faster, harder… fuck… fuck…fuck!

The thrust and drive of his big tool made her moan and sigh louder with each giant thrust. She grunted softly as he slowed down the tempo to keep him from coming too soon. His fingers took hold of her soft, yielding tits and squeezed them as he continued to slowly pump up and down between her flailing legs.

But she didn't want him to slow down. She wanted more. He had set her off and now he would have to satisfy her. He would satisfy her or she would find someone or something that would.

"Fuck me, damnit!" she cried. "Give me all your cock! Faster! Fuck meeeee!" Her head flew from side to side, lashing his shoulders with her long blonde hair. Again and again she bucked her body up and down, sheathing his whang with her cunt and jolting his whole body as her pelvic bone crashed against his.

The musky heat from between their pounding thighs wafted up to send thrills of pleasure to their reeling heads.

Their bodies perspired. She could feel the hot, salty beads of sweat run off his face and slide down the valley between her bouncing breasts.

She slid her hot body from side to side to feel the sensation of their flesh as they slid back and forth against each other. The thrill of the sensation made her moan and sigh even louder, her sighs eventually filling the room.

Rink of them shook passionately and shivered wildly as their two bodies slid and bounced against each other.

Allen felt his hard cock throbbing wildly as he plunged it deeper and deeper into her grasping cunt. She ran her fingers up and down his back, driving her nails viciously into his hard, muscular back.

He grunted and moaned from the pleasure and pain of the sensation as her fingers dug deep into his sweaty flesh.

Her clawing drove him into a wild frenzy and his cock pounded even harder and harder into her throbbing pussy. With every thrust of his giant tool, she bucked her body up to him more frantically than before. Her body was one entire shaking, quivering, throbbing mass of motion as they both reached their wild, frantic climax together.

Screams, grunts, yells of passion and pleasure filled the room as burning cum shot forth from their two throbbing sex organs.

"That's it!" Margie screamed. "I'm coming! Oh God, I've never come on my finger like this! Ohhhhhh, Margie… keep pumping… don't stop… don't stop!"

Her ass bounced off the sofa as her cunt seemed to take on a mind of its own. She wound her belly up at him in a wild response to the swelling of the steaming cock in her cunt.

She came with screaming moans and thrashing hips. She tensed her thighs until be though his cock was gripped in a hot, wet vise. Then he tensed, jerked with his hips, and shuddered as his balls erupted. His stiff, rock-hard shaft started shooting its cum into her squirming pussy, causing in her a second come nearly as good as the first.

"Oh, honey, I've never been fucked like that," he groaned, as he at last rolled any from her body.

"You're not through, are you?" Margie said. "Honey… don't you ever give up?"

"Not now… not when I know what it's all about," she grinned, and popped his cock into her mouth.