Secretary for swapping

CHAPTER SEVEN

Milt Harris steered the car with one baud and rubbed his swollen cock with the other. Beads of sweat flecked his brow in anticipation.

"You're sweating, honey," Trixie said from the seat beside him.

"I know," Milt replied. "Just thinking about getting my cock in little Gloria's pussy is driving me wild!"

"I wouldn't count on it tonight, Milt. From the sound of Gloria's voice on the phone, when I conned this dinner invitation out of her, she and Mike aren't getting along too well."

"You think we ought to cool it and not try anything with them this evening? I mean, maybe just wait until the weekend at the cabin?"

Trixie chuckled and reached over to pat her husband's swollen prick. "Just play it by car with Gloria when I get Mike away from her, okay?"

"Okay, sweetheart. Whatever you say." Gloria met them at the door and Trixie knew right away that there was indeed a problem. The young girl said very little in the way of greeting, and even less in the next hour over cocktails. Milt and Trixie were pleased to see that the younger couple had been drinking heavily before they arrived. Gloria was practically staggering as she made her way to the kitchen to serve dinner.

"Milt, why don't you give Gloria a hand in the kitchen? I want to talk to Mike."

"Sure thing," Milt replied, then rushed off after Gloria.

When he was gone, Trixie turned to her young nephew-in-law. "Mike, what's wrong between you two?"

"Nothing."

"Crap. I know a problem in a marriage when I see one."

The young man lifted his glazed eyes and stared directly into Trixie's. There was something about this beautiful older woman that had attracted Mike ever since he had first met her. Like her niece, Trixie had a sensual quality about her that radiated sex. But, unlike Gloria, Trixie gave a man the impression that she would follow through with the promise her body offered.

He felt that if there was anyone he could tell his problem to, it was Trixie. He also felt very bold from the many drinks he had consumed.

"Can I talk straight with you, Trixie?"

"Hell, yes."

"Well… do you ever suck Milt's cock?"

Trixie threw her head back and roared, "Every damn chance I get!"

The upthrusting swell of her huge tits in the low-cut dress made Mike uneasy. It wasn't right to want to fuck his wife's aunt. But he found it hard not to reach out and squeeze one of her enormous, ripe melons.

He plunged on. "Does Milt eat your pussy?"

"I'd divorce him if he didn't," Trixie answered.

"Do you fuck a lot?"

"Look, Mike," the redhead said, "if all this is leading up to something, why don't you just spill it?"

"The truth is," Mike said, pausing to take a long pull from his glass, "Gloria doesn't dig sex like I do, and she been thinking about having an affair. And, if I do… well, I don't want you, or her mother, to think that it's all my fault if you find out about it."

"Blame you, Mike? Hell, I'll help you do it!" Trixie laughed. God, she thought to herself, the whole thing is working out just too perfect!

"Help me? How the hell can you help me?" Throwing all caution to the winds, Trixie decided to strike while she had the dunce.

"Ill show you. C'mon!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him through the house, away from the living room and kitchen, toward one of the bedrooms.

"… where are we going?" Mike sputtered, stumbling blindly behind her, his gaze intent on her jiggling ass-cheeks in the taut dress.

"You'll see!"

Trixie pulled him into the bedroom and immediately started to strip. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, watching in awe as more and more of Trixie's beautiful flesh came into view. Soon she stood directly in front of him, completely naked except for a slip that didn't hide the fact that she was every inch a real redhead.

"Now, just wait a m-minute," Mike stammered.

Trixie pushed the slip down past her hips, stepped out of it, and tossed it on a chair. "A minute?" she said, smiling as she walked up to him. "Why, Mike, I've been waiting for months… I've been waiting ever since you married Gloria." She unbuckled his belt, then stood back. "H… take off those clothes."

"But what about Gloria? She…"

"Don't worry about her. Let Milt do that. Your wife's in good hands, believe me. At least she will be pretty soon, if you know what I mean?"

It was all going too fast for Mike and he really didn't know what she meant. And, even if he had, even if he did understand that at that very moment Milt was in the kitchen trying to put the make on his wife, he probably wouldn't have done anything about it. The only thing that was truly occupying his thoughts was Trixie's cuntlips gleaming pinkly in the center of her pubic fur.

"Jeez… you, you mean you, Trixie? I mean, me and you?"

"I don't see anybody else in the room."

"But you're Gloria's aunt. I… I don't know if I can…"

"You'll surprise yourself," she said. "Wait and see." She reached out, unzipped his fly, and slipped her hand into his pants. "Why, it's hard already," she said, pulling his prick out. "Just look at that!" She laughed. "You big tease… you're just dying to fuck me, and you know it!"

That did it. Mike could take no more. He tore at his clothes until he, too, was stark naked.

"How do you want it, honey?" Trixie said, pushing him back onto the bed.

Mike chuckled, at last getting into the spirit of it. "Jesus, I've had it only one way for so long, I've forgotten the other ways!"

"Then how about up my ass? I like it like that sometimes," Trixie suggested, eyeing the size of his prick. It wasn't as big as Milt's telephone pole of a cock and she gauged that it would feel nice and firm in her asshole without too much pain. Besides, from the sound of it, Mike needed a little variety in his fucking, and if she gave it to him, he would be hooked on swinging!

"Jeez, yeah," Mike gasped. "But it'll have to be fast, I'm afraid. We have to get back before Gloria gets any ideas!"

"I told you to forget Gloria," Trixie cooed. "Milt will take very good care of her. In fact, he probably already is!"

"Not a chance," Mike said. "You just don't know Gloria."

"And you just don't know Milt. Ohhh, what a lovely, lovely cock you have, Mike. I've just got to suck it a little first. Do you mind?"

"There isn't time to fuck and suck," Mike said impatiently. "We've got to hurry!"

"There's always time for a lady to suck a cock like this one. Ohhh, what a gorgeous piece of meat!"

Trixie didn't bother with preliminaries. She took the head and three inches of his cock into her mouth at one gulp.

And when she began to suck him, it was like no sucking he had ever had. After a few up-and-down bobs of her head, she paused for a moment, then began to move her mouth in a circular motion, faster and faster, so that his cock pressed hard, first against her tongue, then her left cheek, then the roof of her mouth, then her right cheek, then her tongue again.

Mike watched her swaying head between his legs with something approaching awe. It was as if he had stuck his prick into an electric outlet. Trixie's fantastic technique, her round-and-round motion, combined with an unbelievable, steadily increasing suction, was doing things to his cock he had never even dreamed of Jesus, he thought, if only Gloria would learn to suck like this!

And suddenly he had an overwhelming urge to suck Trixie's auburn cunt.

"Trixie," he said raggedly, "let's sixty-nine it." She made a negative sound deep in her throat and continued to suck.

"C'mon, for Christ's sake, let me eat your cunt."

She shook her head, increased the suction even more, and began to move her mouth in a slightly bigger circle, increasing the pressure of his cock against her tongue and cheeks and the roof of her mouth.

"Oh God!" Mike shrieked. "I-I'm gonna…"

That did it.

Trixie let his cock slide out of her mouth at once, and looked up at him with mock anger.

"Don't you dare!" she said. "Don't you even think about it!"

"Christ, I can't help it! God, can you ever suck!"

"I can fuck even better. And that's why we're here. To get you fucked."

"That was close," he groaned. "I damn near shot."

"You should have warned me. After we fuck, I'll really suck you!"

"After! Holy God!"

"And you can suck me, too. You'll love to suck my cunt, Mike. I just know you will!"

"But… there won't be time!"

"Well, I can see there's only one way to get your mind off your wife," Trixie said, getting to her feet. "Once you do, we can settle down to some real fucking and sucking."

"What do you mean, get my mind off her? We should be back with her and Milt already. She'll know damn well we're up to something!"

"I know you're up to something," Trixie said, and jumped up on the bed. She got down on all fours and waved her ass in his direction. "And the something that's up is what I want in my ass!"

"But…"

"But, shit! Fuck me, Mike. Fuck my asshole!"

Mike couldn't help himself. He crawled up behind her creamy buttcheeks until the front of his calves pressed the backs of hers. He burrowed a finger into her asshole, massaging the clasping walls.

He expected her to cry out in pain, but the reaction he got was just the opposite. "Oh, skit, that's good," she cried, "but your cock will feel a lot better!" Her hips flailed furiously and her feet beat wildly on the bed as the pressure of her lust built up in her belly.

She pulled her legs up until her knees were tucked into her armpits, then she gabbed his cock behind the dripping head. Breathing heavily, she guided the pulsating knob between her hungry ass-cheeks and pried them apart. Mike pushed forward, and the flaring head was embedded in her ass. He wiggled from side to side, keeping the steady pressure of his ass behind his prick.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he gasped.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! It hurts a little, but I still want it! Go ahead, pump it into me!"

He braced himself and began pushing slowly into her. It was slow. Her asshole was incredibly tiny and narrow. Mike felt maybe it was a mistake, but he wasn't going to quit until she told him to. It felt too good. In spite of the effort required to penetrate her, he was instantly rewarded by the delicious snug fit of his giant cock in her tight ass. He shivered happily as he made slow but steady progress deeper and deeper into her throbbing rear hole. Never had he fucked anything so wonderfully tight and velvety and creamy.

As he moved steadily into her, Trixie stared back at him. When he passed the halfway point, her mouth dropped open.

It didn't seem possible that there could be more cock than she had in her. Her ass felt completely stuffed. It was as though he had already passed her belly and was burrowing his way on up to her tits!

Deeper and deeper it went until, at last, she could feel his big balls wedged into the crack of her cunt. He's there, she thought, and began breathing again. He's all the way in me. I've got all his prick in my ass!

"I'm coming."

"I know. Take it easy for a second, okay?" she gasped. "God, it's big… but I love it!"

Then she felt the muscles in her ass relax. His prick seemed to slosh around a little. A wild sensation surged up into her belly. She moved. The sensation was greater. She moved again, then faster. Then she was pumping the tight walls of her ass over his prick, wildly, passionately humping back into him, fucking him hard.

"Ohhhh, Mike, it's good, wonderful! Fuck me, fuck my ass!"

She reached between their legs and rubbed her fingers over his sweating balls, trying to coax them to give up their hot cream.

The bit bed groaned from the activity. Mike no longer controlled his lunges. He slammed and battered into her with unbridled lust, pistoning his big cock with enough force to punch right through her asshole.

Trixie became a torrent of fucking lust. Her insatiable body grabbed and pulled on his driving prick. Her fists beat on the pillows in frantic rhythm with his wildly erratic thrusts. He slammed into her with rapid lunges, then whipped from side to side, reaming the walls of her tortured ass. On and on and on, without letup, he pounded his huge tool into her ass meat. She luxuriated in the merciless pounding and screeched her erotic pleasure.

"I'm cooommminnng!" she shrieked. "Oh, God, I can't stand it! I'm coming so fucking gooooood!"

He kept pumping into her, pounding and slamming into her gyrating ass. And before that orgasm subsided, she was in the throes of another, and then another.

Suddenly Mike shortened his strokes. And then he felt the quivering chill as his sperm started to explode. "Here it comes, baby! I'm pumping into you!"

The first forceful gush splattered into her ass. She squeezed hard with her muscles as she erupted again in unison with his climax. Trixie's body shuddered and shook as he still humped her savagely in the frenzy of his climax. Her face as ecstatic. She moaned and wailed as the incredible orgasm ripped through them. Her asshole couldn't hold all his boiling cum, and long rivers of it trickled down her thighs to puddle on the bed.

At last, his wildly jerking hips slowed and went still. He moaned and then wiled onto his back, pulling her with him and hugging her until she gasped for breath.

"Oh, baby," he moaned, "that was great. I've always wanted to make it with you, I guess."

"You just lay still for a minute, honey," Trixie said.

"Why?"

"Just let ol' Trixie's asshole get your cock hard again. I still haven't had enough of your cum up my butt!"

Gloria couldn't believe this was happening to her. How on earth could it be happening there in her own kitchen?

And what was the reason for it? Was it because she had been drinking too much? Or was it because of her anger at Mike due to his brutal violation of her body the night before?

Milt had followed her into the kitchen and offered to help prepare the salad. In no time, their conversation had turned to sex. He staffed describing all the things he loved to do to a woman's body, and all the lewd things he liked to have a woman do to his body.

Much to her surprise and consternation, Gloria found his obscene descriptions of fucking and sucking exciting! She suddenly realized that she was getting turned on, her tits were tingling and her pussy had secreted enough juice to soak the crotchband of her panties.

When Milt took her in his arms and kissed her, she didn't stop him. She closed her eyes and even started enjoying it. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock clear through their clothing, and when he started rubbing her cunt mound with it, she rubbed back.

If he had just continued his physical actions and not said a word, Gloria would have probably ended up fucking him right there on the kitchen floor. But when he blurted out, "Oh, Gloria baby, I'm gonna give you the best fuck you've ever had," she remembered who she was, and what she was, and she bolted.

She wriggled free of his arms and ran into the living room, calling for her husband. When she didn't see him, she continued on through the hall until she heard the unmistakable squeals, grunts and groans of two people fucking.

The bedroom door swung wide at her touch and Gloria quickly put her hand to her mouth, choking off the shocked scream that threatened to erupt from her throat.

For a moment it was like looking at a mirage. But then she realized that it was real. She was actually seeing her husband fucking her aunt, and both of them were obviously loving every second of it!

A thousand emotions flashed through her brain, all of it too overwhelming. She felt frozen, completely unable to move from where she stood looking at the violent sexual intercourse between her husband and Trixie.

They were on the bed, and the sweat of sex covered their bodies. Trixie's legs were pressed far back, and her widespread cunt was completely open and visible as she bucked under the driving lunges of the long, hard prick skewering rhythmically into her pussy.

The silkiness of her pubic hair was parted, flared out by the thickness of the ramming cock that plunged again and again into the moist pink opening of her tightly clinging cunt. The bud of her clitoris was erect and throbbing, responding to the contact of his groin as he speared deep into her belly, and his balls slapped noisily against the open crevice that divided the smooth rounded globes of her buttocks.

When he withdrew, the hard fleshy cock, slick with her cuntal juices, would force the ragged flesh of her naked pussy outward, then inward again as his cock disappeared all the way up inside her. Just below the moist lips of her cunt was the tiny puckered hole of her anus that seemed to suck and work at the softly dancing sac of his balls as they slammed flatly against it.

Trixie was groaning incessantly, her head rolling and flailing ecstatically from side to side, making a tangle of her long red hair. It was ail too obvious how much she was loving it.

Gloria tried desperately to look away, but something made her stare at her husband's muscular driving buttocks as he pistoned into the woman's openly receiving cunt. The trim cheeks tightened and relaxed with the rhythm of his fucking. The lust-hardened shaft, now glistening with female juices, was lined with blue veins that pounded with his excitement, the throbbing becoming more and more intense with each passing second. He was really giving it to her aunt, and she kept begging and pleading for more!

Gloria knew she should screw at them, or turn and run from the lewd scene. But she couldn't. It was beautiful.

"God," she whispered to herself. "Is that what it looks like when he's fucking me? It's beautiful!"

The young wife was spellbound by the seduction of her husband by her whorish aunt. The sight of the wildly fucking couple was stimulating her own body. Her legs felt weak and began trembling as down between her thighs she felt, with mounting shame, the tiny pulsing bud of her clit becoming erect. She had the perverse and vile urge to reach down between her legs and touch her own pussy. Her head was spinning with a lusting desire for satisfaction.

"Put your finger in my asshole, Mike! Uuugghh! My asshole, NOW!" Trixie groaned loudly as she bucked under his pistoning young cock.

Gloria found herself agreeing with the sex hungry woman. She stared at Trixie's tiny, tightly puckered anus as Mike worked his fingers toward it, then wormed his middle finger hotly into her flexing rectum. Gloria was aghast as she saw her husband's long, thin middle finger disappearing into Trixie's squirming back passage.

Trixie screamed out her pleasure as her body was mercilessly reamed by two hard, fleshy instruments at the game time.

Then Gloria felt two hands on the cheeks of her own ass. She turned to see Milt staring down at her.

"It'll be a long time before Mike forgets that fuck," he said.

"And I suppose you don't think I can fuck as well?" Gloria hissed.

"I'd like to find out."

"C'mon," the young bride said, and tugged at his arm. "We can use the other bedroom!"