Secretary for swapping

CHAPTER EIGHT

Jo Ann Henderson had to admit it; fucking her son had turned her inhibitions about sex inside-out. And now she was beside Moss Davis, a married man, driving to a motel, with every intention of fucking him every way she could.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Moss said, wheeling the car off the highway and into a plush residential area.

Jo Ann hesitated for only a second before turning to him and smiling. "I'm thinking about sucking and fucking your cock," she said, a matter-of-fact, straight forward tone in her voice.

"Only a few more minutes," he laughed, reaching over and squeezing a huge tit through the material of her blouse. "Jesus, you got one pair of fine tits."

They wound through a few mare streets and then Moss turned into a wide, sweeping drive and pulled up in front of a house.

"I thought we were going to a motel."

"We are," he answered, moving around the car and helping her out. "It's the Davis Motel."

"Jesus, Moss, you mean this is your house!"

"Hell, yes." He pulled her to the front door and on into the foyer.

"But, what about your wife?"

"You let me worry about Jennie." He didn't seem worried. "How about a drink?"

"Hmmm, why not? It's your funeral. Scotch… no ice."

He poured two Scotches and brought her one. "Let's – go into the bedroom," he smiled teasingly, wrapping his big arm around her slim waist.

Jo Ann willingly pressed her body against him as they entered the bedroom. She figured that, if he was crazy enough to fuck another woman in his own house, why should she worry? At that moment in time, all she wanted was a man's big cock in her cunt. Her son's cock had turned her on and now she wanted all she could get.

Moss took off his jacket and threw it casually over a chair. "Well?" he said.

Jo Ann shrugged and undid her blouse and then her skirt. Slowly, seductively, she slid the garments down, down along her body until they lay puddled at her feet.

"Goddamn, you are ready, aren't you?" he gasped.

"I think I've been ready for years."

Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face carefully as she undressed. She stood there, dressed now only in bra and panties. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra fastenings, pulling it away from her firm white tits slowly, making sure that her aroused nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the bra and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her panties and slowly worked them down over her long, tapering legs until she was standing before him completely nude.

"You like?" she asked throatily.

"Christ, you're like a damned whore when you get in the bedroom!" Moss rasped, but he wasn't castigating her for it. His eyes roamed over her luscious body, at the fleecy down framing the wet, pink folds of her pussy. "How come you never come on like this at the office?"

"Let's just say something turned me on," Jo Ann replied, reveling in his lusting gaze for a long moment. Then she stepped over to the king-sized bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wanton, inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet pulsing opening of her cunt. She rotated her hips lewdly on the satiny spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to get naked, lover?"

"Goddamn right I am!" Moss said. He quickly undressed, throwing his trousers and shirt and tie over the jacket on the chair and pulling his shorts down. He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing out from his groin, the slit in the head oozing thin, clear droplets of pre-cum.

Jo Ann stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm sucking cavern of her mouth.

"You really don't want that drink now, dp you?" she purred.

"Shit, no!"

"Then come on," she whispered, patting the bed beside her. "Let's fuck!"

Moss sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, close enough to allow her hand to snake out and encircle his prick, to stroke and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth. Then she slipped her hand underneath to cup and caress his balls, cradling their softness in her palm.

Moss lowered his mouth to her huge expanse of tit-flesh. He sucked and licked until Jo Ann humped and writhed on the bed in ecstasy. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and his expert touch brought her to almost unbearable heights of lustful desire.

She reached down and once more grabbed his huge dick. With graceful, slender fingers she stroked the throbbing cylinder of flesh. His meat grew even longer and thicker in her hand, standing out and upward until it jutted almost vertically between his outspread thighs.

Jo Ann slid down his naked body far enough so that she could blow hot breath against his balls.

Moss groaned with pure unadulterated pleasure as her velvet lips closed over his big cock and her tongue wetly caressed the taut, smooth flesh. His dick was too long to cram entirely into her mouth, so she licked it thoroughly from the base to the head and then sucked down on it as far as her lips could stretch. With one hand she jerked off the bottom portion of his prick where her mouth couldn't reach. Her other hand fondled his balls and then found its fly to his asshole, playing and teasing with the hairy crack.

"Goddamn, op… flop!" Mom cried suddenly. "I wanna come in your cunt!"

Jo Ann rolled over and threw her legs high and wide in the air. He moved between them and guided his prick toward her sopping hole.

"Hot, hot pussy," he murmured as his meat slid between her seething cuntal lips.

"Ohhhh, yes, big, big cock!" Jo Ann moaned, then humped her pussy up to meet his dick. She writhed under him as he inched his magnificent shaft up into her cunt with a steady, driving thrust. When he had delivered about nine inches of stiff, hard cock up into her hole, he paused. He wasn't certain she'd be able to take all he had.

"Don't stop!" Jo Ann pleaded, in answer to his doubts. "Mom… I want more!" She clutched his ass-checks tightly and pulled him closer into her.

He willingly obliged, pumping more and more of his throbbing staff until he had at last driven the entire length of it, to the hairy hilt, into her writhing belly.

His balls were wedged tightly against her as he held his cock all the way in her cunt for a few moments. Jo Ann held an to him in an iron-tight grip with her scissored legs.

"Oh, sweet mama," Moss moaned softly, "you've got one helluva ass!"

"Do it hard, Moss! Do it hard!" she pleaded.

He pumped frantically up and down on tap of her, sliding his long prick easily in and out of her sopping pussy with driving strokes. He repeatedly withdrew just up to the head of his dick, and then he would plunge downward again, driving his whole cock in savagely, his balls slapping against her ass-cheeks.

Jo Ann was working herself up into a frenzy of passion. She ripped her long fingernails across his shoulders, drawing blood. Her sharp teeth sank into the skin of his shoulders as he plunged his dick into her mercilessly.

"Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come!" Moss chanted.

"Oh shit, I'm already there!" Jo Ann screamed.

Both of them came at once. She shuddered almost uncontrollably as a series of orgasms shook her lust-wracked body and Moss aided her by sending his own streams of love juice into her cunt.

"Oh, no! Oh, my God!" Jo Ann suddenly shrieked as she stared, wide-eyed, over his shoulder.

Moss turned and saw his wife standing naked by the bed. "Hi, baby!"

Jennie smiled. "Roll off her, honey, I wanna suck your cum out of her pussy!"

Milt and Gloria made their way down the narrow hallway to the spare bedroom. As the young bride clawed at her clothes, she mumbled to herself, "That bastard. I'll teach him! Fuck my aunt right in front of me, will he! Well, what he can do, I can do. Hurry up, Milt."

"Oh, I'm hurrying, Gloria honey." Jesus, he thought, what a body she's got! It's even better than Trixie had said it was.

Gloria was trying to be angry – with herself and with Mike. But as she watched Milt remove his clothes, she remembered Mike's cock going in and out of Trixie's cunt and, instead of being angry, she could only lay back and thrill to the anticipated pleasures streaming through her body.

"Here I come, baby."

Gloria again surprised herself by urging him on. "Hurry, do something to me, to my cunt. Hurry!"

But Milt took his time. He didn't get a chance at eighteen-year-old pussy very often, and he wanted to make the most of it. He toyed with the nub of her clitoris until Gloria was writhing and literally begging for him to do more.

She groaned in anticipation as he moved his probing finger away from her tiny clit and worked it down through the raw wet flesh between her cuntal lips until it was poised at the opening to her pussy.

"Uuuuggghhh! Ooohhh!" Her eyelids fluttered in delight.

He teased her for only a brief moment, then he screwed his finger into her throbbing hale, slowly driving it up the warm passage of her cunt. He pushed until his palm was pressed flat against her lower abdomen, and she began to grind her pelvis upward. He bit and chewed at her erect nipple until he couldn't stand the waiting for another second.

Feeling as though her whole body were being guided by the fantastic sensations from his finger in her cunt, Gloria found herself wishing that he would huffy up and put his big cock up inside her pussy soon. She didn't think she had ever been so anxious before. And in the back of her mind, she suddenly realized that seeing Mike fuck Trixie had released all the desire she had kept bottled up since marrying Mike.

The shamelessly aroused young bride no longer cared about the question of whether she should enjoy sex or not. What was important, suddenly, was really knowing what sex was all about. It was like tasting forbidden fruit, and her ability to resist it had been dissolved by seeing her husband fuck another woman.

Milt lifted his mouth from her tits and began working his way down her lush body, kissing and licking every inch of warm flesh.

"Please, please, Milt, put your cock in me! I want to feel your cock in my cunt right now! Please, hurry!"

"Soon, baby, soon. But I wanna taste some of this first." His face was poised a bare inch from her downy pussy.

"Yes, yes!" Gloria cried. "Eat it! Suck my pussy!"

The frantic girl supported her body with her outstretched arms as she swung her long legs up over his shoulders. She bent her legs ant locked them around the back of his head. Her splayed cunt, the lips gushing pussy juice, hovered just in front of his eyes.

"Damn, it's beautiful!"

"Suck it, Milt, I want you to! Put your mouth right on it and eat it!"

He leaned forward and gently placed his lips on her cunt, nuzzling her soft hair. He snaked out his tongue and licked up and down the juicy lips. Then he lashed inside to the core of the hot, sweetness and began to push and probe.

"Oh yes, yesss. Oh, my God, that's good!" Gloria was shocked and thrilled at the sensations that were coursing through her. His tongue was long and hot and slippery in her pussy. It felt fantastic, making her scream with delight. She pushed her cunt hard into his face, making his tongue go even deeper, sending her into fits of ecstasy.

Milt was lost in the taste, smell and feel of her young cunt. He ate wildly in long laps and let his tongue go as deeply as possible up inside her velvety channel. He sounded like a wild animal eating its food as he hungrily lapped and slurped at her honeyed juices.

"Is it good, Milt?" Gloria panted. "Does my pussy taste good to you?"

"The best, baby, the absolute best," he gurgled, nuzzling between her fleshy thighs, happily licking and sucking, his teeth nipping at her clit.

Her pussy was so hot it bathed his face in juice. She bounced her ass rapidly up and down to meet the thrusts of his flicking tongue.

"Ohhhh, God, it feels good," she moaned. "… Milt, I'm gonna come!"

He licked faster, his head moving in circles between her thighs. Her ass bounced faster and she felt her pussy melt and run into his mouth. "Now!Now! I'm coming, I'm comingoggo!"

She writhed and squirmed frantically, giving herself up completely to the brilliant burst of orgasm while his tongue continued its hot thrusting, bringing her off in a mind-searing release.

Then Gloria lay limp on the bed, panting, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Oh, Jesus, that was good," she finally managed to gasp. "If I'd known it would feel like that, I'd have let Mike eat me before, whenever he wanted to!"

"Want me to do it again?"

"No," she rasped. "I want your cock in there now. Fuck me!"

Gloria's voice reached her husband in the other bedroom where he lay panting beside Trixie's well-fucked body.

"Jeez, that sounds like Gloria… and she's begging to be fucked!"

"Lover, I told you he was taking care of her," Trixie purred. "Now eat me again! I wanna come some more!"

Suddenly the words Trixie had said when he was in the midst of desire hit him like a thunderbolt. Could it be? Could Milt have actually seduced his pristine, holier-than-thou, one-fuck-a-week wife?

He had to see for himself.

Mike jumped from the bed and ran from the room. By the time Trixie caught up with him, he was standing with his mouth hanging open, staring through the door of the other bedroom.

"Wow," Trixie exclaimed, staring over his shoulder. "You've got yourself a real cock-loving little girl there, lover. Just look at lift le Gloria fuck!"

Milt, stark naked, was lying on the bed, a pillow under his ass. Gloria, also completely, naked, was astride him, bouncing up and down on his huge cock. Her head was thrown back, her wealth of hair bouncing on her shoulders. Her eyes were shut, her full red lips slightly parted, an expression of ultimate bliss on her beautiful face.

"Goddamn!" Mike bellowed. "That son-of-a bitch is fucking my wife!"

"She's fucking him, silly," Trixie said, reaching between her legs to finger her own cunt. "Tell me, Mike, can she suck as well as she can fuck?"

"Goddamn!" Mike bellowed again. "I'll kill the bastard!"

"Don't be ridiculous. Don't you love your wife?"

"Sure I do! That's what the hell is wrong!"

"If you love her, you want her to enjoy herself, tight?"

"Not that way, by God!"

"But getting fucked is what being a woman is all about. It's the most enjoyable thing there is in life! Besides, you just got through having the time of your life fucking me!"

"That's different."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a man."

"You're also an asshole. Look at her. I thought you said Gloria didn't like to fuck! Just look at the way she twists Milt's cock around in her pussy every time she comes down on it. Isn't that something? That's just exactly what I was doing to your cock with my mouth, Mike!"

"That's different."

"How?"

"It just is, that's all."

"I don't see how. Milt would never dream of denying me a good fuck. Or a good suck, either. What's the matter with you, anyhow?"

"Jesus," Mike said. "We were away from them only a couple of minutes. That's all it took him to make her… only a couple of minutes. Hell, it isn't possible!"

"Oh, Milt's a wizard, all right. He made me two minutes after he met me!"

"Yeah, but from what I hear, you'd fuck anybody."

"That's right," Trixie smiled. "I just fucked you. Oh, come on, Mike, it's in the cards. You would dig swinging, and you know it. Now why don't you just shut up and enjoy the show?"

"You had this all planned, didn't you? Coming over here tonight and seducing Gloria and me?"

"Of course we did. We have a little idea about starting a new group. But I'll tell you about that later. Right now… oh, look! I think Gloria's coming! Oh shit, I love to watch another woman come on Milt's cock. And he's coming, too! Watch!"

"The hell you can't. You've got a bigger hard-on right now than you had when I was sucking it!"

He looked down. It was true. "Jesus."

"Fuck me again, Mike. Fuck me from behind, right now before they finish their come!"

"You mean, you want to watch them at the same time?"

"Yes. But hurry. They won't go on forever!" She pressed closer to the door and braced herself on her hands and knees. "Hurry!" she gasped, her ass trembling with desire. "Shove your dick up my cunt, Mike, right now! And then fuck my ass off, just the way he's doing Gloria!"

Mike moved behind her, positioned the swollen head of his prick against the wet, pink slit of her pussy, and began to ease it between the juicing lips. But Trixie was too impatient to wait. She thrust her ass back toward him, impaling herself on his throbbing rod all the way to the hilt.

It was so damn good, so hot and juicy and tight that for a moment Mike thought he was going to squirt his load right then and there. It was like sticking his cock into a whirlpool of thick, hot oil with an electric current running through it. He drew his prick partway out, then plunged its full length into her cunt again.

"Oh, Jesus," he breathed. "Jesus, Trixie…"

"And when we come," Trixie said, pumping her ass back in eager thrusts to meet his driving tool, "we'll go back to the bedroom and fuck up a storm!"

"Huh?" Mike said, not really listening, pounding his groin against the firm round globes of her beautiful white ass. "Christ, what a cunt. What a Goddamn fuck!"

"And the four of us can swap around and fuck around and suck around all night!" Trixie continued, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Oh, Mike, she's going to do it again! Gloria's going to come again! She hasn't stopped fucking Milt for a second, and now she's going to come again!"

"Ohhh!" Mike panted. "Oh, Goddamn, it's good!"

"She's coming, Mike! Gloria's coming!"

"I am too!"

"So am I!" Trixie suddenly shrieked, grinding her ass back hard against him. "Fuck me, Mike! Fuck my ass off!"

"Aarrrgggghhhh!"

"Give it to me, Mike! Give me all you've got!"

But he didn't hear her. All he was aware of was the sudden, swift rush of hot cum through his cock and the burning, pulsing, suction-filled tunnel of Trixie's cunt.

But, on the bed, Gloria heard her aunt. And over her shoulder she winked at Trixie as Milt poured another load of hot cum up into her seething cunt.