Hungering For More
by Arthur French


FOREWORD 

The urge to engage in acts of sexual variety -- with a variety of partners 
-- is normal in human beings. The Bible points out that many early biblical 
characters had hundreds of wives and concubines for their pleasure. Roman 
orgies during the decadance of Rome have become legend. And it is not a 
desire confined solely to the male. Prominent women through the ages have 
been notorious for the numbers of their affairs. 

A few years ago, America passed through what was almost an hysterical 
approach to sex: swapping. It seemed that every middle-aged American had to 
get out and find out what his neighbor possessed that was better than he 
had. There were key clubs, car swaps, house parties, orgies and a generally 
frantic approach to sexual maladjustment that was epidemic in its 
proportions. 

Swapping has receded in recent years. It's still present, but on a more 
casual, less fevered plane than it had been. Perhaps more Americans take 
part in swapping today than participated then -- but at least they're quiet 
about it. 

For some, swapping satisfied a need. For others, it was a fad. But in both 
cases the fiber of the human animal dictated that swapping -- in some form 
-- take place. It overcame the double standard, popular here and abroad for 
three or four hundred years. It made men and women sexually equal. 

Yet, it might be said that after its brief fling, its period of popularity, 
swapping has become more subdued. 

This book, in its own way, suggests the reasons for this. When the author 
investigates the twists and turns in a swapping affair between older and 
more cynical individuals and the youthful and innocent, the values people 
must hold to and live by become more self-evident. 

It was Shakespeare who wrote in the Merchant of Venice words to the effect 
that one must ponder what it is the vintner buys which is half as precious 
as that which he sells. Or, when you've got something good at home, what 
fool gives it to somebody else in order to chase rainbows? What fool indeed? 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Carol tried to act enthused when Paul impishly sneaked up behind her, 
wrapped his hands around her slim waist, fondled her breasts and pushed the 
bulging front of his slacks against her buttocks. 

She squealed in pretended delight while wiggling her cute asscheeks against 
his emerging hard-on. She placed fingers over his groping hand and helped 
him stroke her pussy which was covered by her mini-skirt. She forced a quick 
smile to her face and cut loose with a sigh meant to imply he was getting 
her hot. Her inner thoughts belied her outer actions. 

Not again, she thought glumly. This makes the third time this week. Her 
husband of six months was getting very horny of late. It seemed that all he 
had his mind on anymore at night was fucking. Gently, she disengaged his 
probing fingers from her blouse and mini-skirt. Giving a last, impish shove 
against his hard-on with her ass, she slid around in his embrace. Facing 
him, she maintained a loving smile, and slipped 'a tender kiss to his lips. 

"Lover boy," she whispered lovingly, running fingers through his mass of 
long, curly dark hair, "let's not get any ideas. You've got to get up for 
work in the morning." To assuage his hurt feelings, she gently squeezed his 
hardening cock, and said, "Save this for the weekend." 

A frown possessed the handsome face of " Paul Collins. Glaring at her for a 
long moment, he. roughly shoved her aside and headed toward the built-in bar 
of their living room. "There you go again! Giving me the brushoff!" He 
poured a stiff shot of straight whiskey into a glass and gulped it down. 
Then another. He flopped onto a bar stool and stared moodily at her. 

Carol sucked in a deep breath and blushed. She had angered him again. Hurt 
his feelings. Stepping over, she slid onto the bar stool beside him, a smile 
on her face. "Please, Paul, don't be mad. I only thought we were doing it 
too often. I don't want you to wear yourself out." 

She eased fingers forward and rested her hand on his receding bulge. She 
groped for the zipper. "I'm sorry, Paul," she murmured, contritely, trying 
to slide fingers into the opening. 

He moved out of range of her groping fingers and slid the zipper shut. 
Bestowing her a glare of contempt, he growled, "It seems like you're never 
in the mood for me anymore. Why?" 

"That's not true!" She quickly denied his accusation. Too quickly. The flush 
in her face deepened. She had been asking herself the same question lately. 
Why? Why was she brushing him off? It was having a devastating effect on 
their marriage. What had started off as an ideal marriage was turning into a 
nightmare. 

A scant six months ago, she'd walked down the center aisle with this 
handsome young man. She'd been just past eighteen. A recent high school 
graduate. A lovely blonde virgin. She weighed one hundred and eighteen 
pounds on a five foot six inch curvy shape. 

For the first few months she'd been in a sort of seventh heaven. Paul had 
been so kind and gentle. Paul, the handsome husband, with the dark hair, 
dark eyes and brooding look. A wonderful man of twenty-four who weighed one 
hundred and eighty pounds on a six foot physique. 

A wonderful guy with a wonderful prick which he used on her incessantly, 
especially during the first few months of their marriage. It seemed like he 
could never get enough of her. He was like a little piggy. Unfortunately for 
him, her initial enthusiasm for fucking began to wane. 'While he kept his 
mind and thoughts on satisfying his sexual drive, she began thinking and 
acting in terms of becoming an ideal housewife. 

She bought things for their apartment. She practiced her culinary knowledge, 
and settled more and more into becoming a homebody rather than a constant 
sex symbol which apparently he wanted her to be. She had sense enough to 
realize she had to keep her man content and happy -- but also healthy. He 
was a college graduate, with a degree in business and had a marvelous job in 
the nearby city. A young man on the way up in his organization. She wanted 
to make sure he got to the top without being pussy-whipped and worn out 
before reaching the summit. 

With this thought in mind, she had cut down on his nookie allotment and had 
limited him to about three times a week. A limit which made him unhappy, 
since he was by nature a passionate man. 

Glaring at her over the rim of his glass, he grumbled, "What's bugging you 
lately? You never seem to want my fucking anymore!" 

"Don't say that, Paul!" 

"It's true. Last night, you brushed me off. Now tonight!" He finished his 
drink. 

Placing a hand over the glass he was about to refill, she shook her head. 
"No more, dear. You've had enough." She wished he wouldn't drink so much, 
especially during week nights. She wanted him to get up for work in the 
mornings with a clear head, not a hangover. She cut loose with a disarming 
smile. "Nothing's wrong between us, dear. I keep telling you that. It's just 
that I think you should keep your mind off sex during the week." 

"And what's more important than fucking?" His voice was slurred. He slid her 
fingers from his glass and refilled it defiantly. 

She maintained her smile with an effort. She hated these flareups. The way 
he acted so bull-headed at times. Like a spoiled brat. What she was doing 
was for his own good. He should realize that. "Let's save your drinking, and 
this," she placed her fingers on his fly, "until Friday, or Saturday. Then I 
promise to give you all the. fucking you can handle." She flushed while 
using the vulgar word. 

"Don't bother!" Gulping down his drink, he hopped from the bar stool and 
flounced from the room, wobbling slightly. Heading toward their bedroom, he 
muttered ominously, "Maybe I won't be in the mood for it then!" 

She sighed. She poured herself a small shot of whisky and sipped. Damn him. 
The bullheaded bastard. He had a one track mind. He never listened to 
reason. 

She could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom attached to 
their bedroom. He was taking his nightly shower. In the morning he would 
shave for work. A routine he'd established. A routine that was almost as 
normal. and regular as his nightly fucking. She had broken this routine 
several weeks ago and he'd been miserable ever since. He refused to accept 
the fact that what she was doing was best -- for both of them. She reasoned 
that too much of a good thing was too much. She didn't want her love life to 
become a routine thing. A daily chore. 

She had tried to explain this to him, but he had refused to accept it. He 
accused her of being frigid, of not being a normal girl. The arguments had 
become more heated of late. 

With a sigh of resignation, Carol slid from the stool and removed her blouse 
and mini-skirt. Next she removed her bra and panties. Stepping into her 
bedroom with her clothes in hand, she stood for a long moment in front of 
the mirror attached to the bedroom door. A flush came to her face while she 
studied her lush nudeness in the full length mirror. 

She was acutely aware that she was really something to look at in the nude. 
A slender, lush body. Creamy, pinkish-white, flawless skin. Firm, solid, 
rather large, out-thrust breasts with lovely pink nipples. Solid, round and 
fully packed melons. The type that men flipped over. She had a slender 
waist, and cute mound of golden hair at the apex of lovely, molded thighs. 

The sight of her lovely, naked body reflected in the mirror brought into 
sharp focus the problem that was bugging her. She knew she had the lush, 
voluptuous type of physique that drove men ape, yet she possessed the mind 
of a girl who was inclined to be a square about things sexual. There was 
something about the naked human body that seemed repulsive to her! 

All of her life she'd had this thing about nudity. This feeling that the 
human body should be covered at all times. Vulgar displays of nudity turned 
her off. Even in high school when she had to take gym classes and undress 
and shower with her classmates, she'd always felt ill at ease at the display 
of naked, feminine bodies. Most of her classmates giggled and acted 
unconcerned during these periods of nakedness. Not so Carol. She always had 
been embarrassed and was always first to get back into her clothes. 

When it came to nudity and things sexual, she was very much the introvert. 
She even hated to talk about sex. She sighed. No wonder . Paul was becoming 
disillusioned with her. She ran her fingers down her waist and thighs. Why, 
she asked herself with a slight shudder of dismay, should men flip over 
naked girls? 

Realizing it was a stupid thought, she quickly stepped away from the mirror 
when she heard Paul coming from the bathroom. Smiling, and giving him her 
version of a lewd look, she held her hands out to him invitingly. Again she 
would be giving in to him. As always. It was the woman who had to make the 
sacrifices. 

"Hi," she murmured, keeping her voice low and sultry in approved lustful 
tones, and with a tempting smile on her lips, "I'm ready for love." She 
eased forward. 

Paul, clad only in his pajama bottoms brushed past her curtly. Ignoring her 
invitation to lust, he grumped, "Good night!" He slid onto the king-sized 
bed, curled up under the covers and plopped his head on the pillow. He 
closed his eyes. 

Carol hesitated, half stepping toward the bed. Anguish swept through her. He 
was really horsed off tonight. She went to the bathroom and pottied. She 
then washed her moist snatch and dried it, the frown of discontent still on 
her face. She had seen him annoyed before, but never quite as much as this 
time. Usually the sight of her nudeness quickly erased his anger. Tonight it 
hadn't. 

A feeling of panic swept through her. Maybe she'd gone too far. Maybe her 
concern for his well being was backfiring. Stepping to the bed, he stared 
down. He was not pretending sleep. He was asleep. The pouty, annoyed look 
was still on his handsome face. He hadn't gotten his way and he'd pouted. A 
trait that was part of his background. Paul came from a wealthy family. He'd 
always gotten everything he'd ever wanted as a growing boy. His parents had 
sent him through college. Even now, though he was a married man, they still 
gave him occasional gifts of money. Paul had been a spoiled brat as a boy. 
Apparently he expected to continue being a spoiled brat as a man. 

She toyed with the idea of just crawling into bed beside him and going to 
sleep without waking him. It would serve him right. It would also point up 
the logic of her reasoning. The poor dear needed his rest. Else, why did he 
fall asleep so quickly. 

As much as this idea appealed to her at the moment, she knew she couldn't do 
it. She couldn't let this night go by without letting him get a crack at her 
crack. They had gone too far in their argument tonight. She had to prove 
that she loved him. She couldn't keep on rejecting him. It would shatter his 
pride in his manhood. She had to get him back in the the mood for love. 

She eased around, squatting over his face. Her tiny, golden-haired pussy 
brushed against his snoring nose and mouth. His nose twitched. She lowered 
her snatch. His nose slid into the tiny opening between her cute vaginal 
lips. He was inhaling her pussy. He stirred and instinctively tried moving 
away from the object disturbing his slumber. 

She eased downward. His gaping mouth was now covered with cunt. He was 
breathing deeply and heavily of her cunt. Ever so slowly she eased down onto 
his face. She smothered him with pussy. 

He gulped, gasped and woke up with a start. "What the hell. ..." His words 
were mumbled since they were muffled by a tiny snatch filling his face and 
covering his mouth. 

His eyes popped wide open. He scrootched his nose away from her tiny slit so 
he could breath. Then it dawned on him he was being attacked by a tiny 
pussy. 

He stared deep up into the descending cunt. He scratched his nose which 
tingled from her cunt hairs. He stroked the tiny item while stroking his 
nose. He slapped a few kisses at the adorable, moist inner pinkness and cute 
clitty. Instinctively he sucked at the inner walls and shoved tongue far in 
for better licking of the cunt he adored. 

Then it suddenly dawned on him that he was horsed off at the owner of the 
tasty twat. He was being suckered into being a sucker. 

He sat up in bed, flopping her down from Ids sucking face into an ungainly 
heap on his knees. He glared. "Trying to trick me, huh?" He leaned against 
the headboard and ogled her twitching twat. She was struggling to regain her 
balance. Bestowing a glare, he grumped, "I said goodnight before. Now get to 
bed and stop horsing around. Remember," he added mockingly, "I have to get 
my sleep. I have to get my rest. I have to maintain my strength." He hurled 
her line of reasoning at her, in reverse. 

Having regained her balance, she squatted beside him. "I'm sorry, dear. I 
guess maybe I do go a little too far in my concern for you." She smiled 
hopefully and slid a hand under the cover to reach for his cock. "Please 
forgive me?" She grabbed his limp cock and jerked it. 

"Well. ..." He sighed. How could a guy stay mad at a girl like this? If only 
she wasn't such a knothead, and a square. If only she would realize he knew 
his own capability far better than she did. 

Her concern for his health and well being was good, even though he didn't 
agree with her line of reasoning. He didn't enjoy these stupid arguments 
they were having lately. He was getting concerned about his teenaged bride. 
There was something about her hang-up against sex that wasn't quite natural. 
It worried him. 

He felt his cock hardening under her gentle jerking. Her nice, warm hands 
closed on his nice, warm cock with electrifying results. The sight of her 
swinging bells excited him. Such adorable titties. He slid the covers from 
his heated body. She had already slid his pajama bottoms down his hairy 
legs. She knelt beside him, intent on her task of jerking him off. His cock 
was so large she was using both hands and had room to spare. 

Reaching over, he fondled her lush melons. Gently he squeezed the taut 
nipples and massaged the round, bouncy mounds of delight. He grinned at her. 
This was more like it. He was getting hot all over. He could sense she, too, 
was heating up. He humped his cock upward suggestively and reaching behind 
her mass of lovely blonde hair, he eased her face down. "Suck my cock, 
honey," he whispered, hopefully. 

She quickly erased the frown of annoyance that swept to her face. Ugh! Suck 
that gruesome looking thing. The thought was terrifying, and repulsive. Not 
that she hadn't taken it in her mouth before. She had. Often. Paul seemed to 
think it was part of the game of love. 

He watched her closely as he eased her pretty face down. He was aware of her 
aversion to. sucking him off. He wished she could get enthused about it, the 
way the many girls he'd had before her had been. He felt the slight 
resistance to his pushing of her face down, then suddenly she no longer 
fought it. 

With a deep sigh of resignation, Carol swooped down and took his big, half 
hard cock into her mouth. It grew to instant hardness when it slid down her 
throat. Casting her qualms and digust to the winds, she bent to her task of 
sucking her husband's cock. With the sliding of the shaft in and out of her 
mouth, some of the aversion wore off. 

She had found from past experience that once she got the cock into her 
mouth, the ordeal was somewhat pleasant. She scrootched around on the bed to 
get into better cock sucking position. She assumed a sixty-nine position. 
This allowed the big cock to slide in and out of her throat with more 
naturalness and ease. It also allowed him to take liberties with her pussy 
if he were in the mood. 

He was! 

Effortlessly, he eased her light weight up and over his face. Her knees were 
alongside his upper body and her ass was squatted down over his face. While 
shoving his cock in and out of her now eager mouth, he tenderly touched her 
cute cunt. He tugged at the curly, golden twat hairs. He stroked her tender, 
inner thighs. 

Sighing rapturously, he fingered her small, hairy crack and gently eased 
fingers in and out of the tiny opening. His lovely bride was so very tight 
of cunt. The tightest, cutest cunt he'd ever ogled, or fucked. He eased her 
vaginal lips apart and gently kissed the pinkish, moist inner walls. He 
nipped at her clitty button and felt it growing taut. He slid his tongue far 
into her tiny slit and swabbed the velvety walls. 

A faint, pissy odor assailed his nostrils. He dipped his tongue in for more 
taste. He gently massaged her cute buttocks and pulled her cunt farther down 
onto his eager sucking mouth. He burrowed his nose into her tiny, puckered 
shit chute. He licked the entire area of her cunt and asshole. He slurped 
his tongue over the area like a paint brush. 

His prick was now bone hard. Carol's sucking endeavors had produced good 
results. She was licking it expertly. Sliding her hot tongue up and down the 
hot shaft. Licking at his hairy balls. Jabbing fingers in and out of his 
hairy asshole. She was making up for her former rejection of him. Her heat 
and passion had over-come her inbred qualms. 

She was now acting like a whore in heat! 

Paul shoved a few more licks at her pussy. He gave with a few more kisses to 
her bung hole. He felt himself building up to a climax. He then withdrew his 
cock from her now eager mouth, spun her around on the bed, flopped her onto 
her back and knelt between her legs. 

Taking ,direct aim at her tiny, well-sucked ., he rammed his cock forward. 
"Ready, hon?" 

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me good!" She bit her lips to stop the scream 
of pain when he entered her. Even now, after six mouths of marriage and 
considerable fucking, his enormous cock still hurt her at initial entry. Her 
cunt was always initially too tight, and unyielding. 

Paul entered her tiny cunt. He felt the resistance of unyielding pussy, but 
continued to shove. His cock plopped inward. He rammed it deep. His swollen, 
well-sucked cock deployed far into the well-sucked, tiny cunthole. His hairy 
stomach and swinging balls bumped against her mound of golden-colored cunt 
hair as his huge cock slid far down into the once reluctant pussy. 

He meshed his dark-haired mound against her golden-haired mound. "C'mon, you 
filthy slut!" he chortled. "Move it! Move it! Wiggle your ass. Fuck. Fuck. 
Fuck. ..." 

"Yes, you big cocked bastard!" She smiled happily and returned his 
compliments. "You cunt lapping bastard! You pussy eater! You ass sucker! 
C'mon, make me feel that big cock!" She mouthed the expected obscenities, 
though her heart wasn't really in it. He expected it. He liked to hear it. 
She complied. The dutiful wife. "Ooooooh ... Aaaaaah. ..." She faked the 
words and sounds of a girl in heat. A girl approaching a climax with a big 
cock shoved far into her not so willing cunt! 

He unloaded quickly. Too quickly. The sudden rise in passion after their 
heated argument had turned him on. Her apparent giving in to him and 
agreeing that he was right had heated him considerably. Now, with the 
seeping of his hot cum into her hot pussy, his mood underwent a change. 

It hadn't been a satisfying fuck at all. It never seemed to be any more. She 
appeared to be just letting him shoot off steam and cum as though it were a 
chore. Like washing dishes, or cooking a meal. While unloading his cum into 
her cunt, he stared deep into her eyes and sighed. 

Her pretty, baby-blue eyes were not filled with glints of passion and lust. 
Her pouty lips were not pursed and giving deep, passionate breaths like a 
girl in heat. In her face he detected an expression of annoyance over the 
whole thing. An expression signifying she had a job to do and had finished 
it. Mission accomplished. 

Sadly he withdrew his cock from her still seeping pussy. The expression on 
his face was one of discontent. "Thanks for the ride, hon," he grumped. "I 
enjoyed it." He flopped on his side, his back to her. A very thoughtful look 
came to his face as he lay there deep in thought. 

Carol, sensing she had failed him again, knelt beside him and peered down. 
"What's wrong, dear?" 

He forced a disarming smile. Patting her hand, he muttered, "Nothing's 
wrong, hon. Like I said, thanks for the fuck. Maybe we'll do it again 
sometime -- when you're in the mood!" He reached for the covers. "Goodnight, 
hon. I gotta get my sleep." He yawned. 

Carol knelt beside him, a moment of panic sweeping through her. She beat 
back a sob. She had failed him again. 

What was wrong with her. 

CHAPTER TWO 

As usual when Carol was troubled, she sought solace and comfort from her 
good friend, and neighbor, Debra Barnes. Debra was a gay divorcee. She lived 
in apartment 3C, across the yard from Carol's apartment 1A. Debra had a two 
bedroom apartment that was tastefully furnished, in keeping with the plush 
decor of most of the tenants of the Flintwood Arms. 

The condominium complex was an exclusive and expensive place to live. It was 
built in a huge horseshoe-like effect. The apartments ringed around the 
recreational center. In the center was a large swimming pool, a tennis 
court, a putting green, a badminton court, and a basketball backboard for 
the sprier inhabitants. All the joys of living, plus the zest of physical 
activities were available for the people who could afford to live at the 
Flintwood Arms. 

Since a considerable number of the tenants were young marrieds, or singles 
like Debra, the facilities were put to use, especially in the evenings. A 
few, like Carol, were housewives who didn't have to work. A few, like Debra, 
were divorces,. who also didn't have to work. This small nucleus group put 
the time to good use by taking dips in the pool, practicing their putting, 
or even tossing basketballs to keep in shape during the day. Since most of 
the girls were young, the shapes were excellent for the most part. Flintwood 
Arms was a beautiful place, loaded with beautiful people. 

Carol would be the first to admit that when it came to the good shape 
department, Debra was in a class by herself. She had a marvelous shape. 
Debra had been an exotic dancer. Now, at age twenty-six she was between 
engagements, between husbands, and was firmly established as the queen bee 
of the Flintwood Arms. She was the prime mover, the glad-hander and the swap 
party giver. 

The dark-haired, green-eyed lovely Debra could well afford the life of 
luxury she lived. Her latest ex-husband had settled a huge chunk of cash on 
her at the divorce, and kicked in a sizeable amount of monthly allotment. 

Carol was happy to have a friend such as Debra. Since she and Paul had moved 
into the apartment a few months ago, the older girl had taken her under her 
wing and they had become close friends. 

Carol had been a bit awed at first by the attention Debra showed her. But as 
time wore on and their friendship grew, she overcame her shyness and they 
became like buddies. She looked forward to the coffee breaks, the dips in 
the pools and the fast games of tennis with Debra. In between the 
keep-in-shape activities they had long talks. She was a good listener and 
was fascinated by the wild tales Debra told. The girl had sure been around. 

Glancing out her kitchen window, she saw Debra emerging from the pool and 
heading toward her apartment. It was ten in the morning. Paul had been gone 
for a couple of hours. He had left for the city, and his job, after giving 
her a brief peck on the cheek, and a frigid "Goodbye, hon." She could sense 
that he had been still somewhat miffed over last night. 

Carol slid into a skirt and blouse and crossed the patio to Debra's 
apartment. She knocked at the door and entered. Informality was the keynote 
of the complex. Things were so safe in this remote, well guarded spot that 
most of the tenants left their doors unlocked during the daytime. 

Stepping into Debra's kitchen, and into the living room, she called out, 
"Hi, Debra! It's me!" 

"In here, darling!" Debra's voice came from her bedroom. 

Carol entered the lovely furnished bedroom. Debra was sitting at her vanity, 
brushing her long, black hair, She had removed her bikini and was stark 
naked. Her five foot eight inch, one hundred and thirty pounds of sheer, 
lovely curves was plainly visible. 

Carol was not surprised at the display of nudity. Debra was so proud of her 
lush, voluptuous shape she often paraded around in the nude in the privacy 
of her own apartment. 

Debra handed her the hairbrush. "Here, darling, brush my hair while I polish 
my nails." Picking up a nail brush, Debra began rubbing it across her highly 
polished, long nails. Smiling into the mirror at her visitor, she said, 
"What brings you around so early, darling?" Her voice was low and throaty. 

Brushing at Debra's long mane of hair, Carol sighed, "I ... er, Paul and I 
had a spat last night!" she blurted. There were times when Debra acted like 
a mother-figure, though she was only eight years older. 

"Not again!" Debra swung around on the stool, took Carol's hands in hers and 
clucked sympathetically. "About the same old thing?" she guessed. 

Carol nodded. A lump came to her throat, and sobs began to form. "Same 
thing," she admitted, a tiny teardrop forming in her baby blues. 

"Gee, I don't know about you, darling." Debra shook her head. "You gave him 
the brushoff when he wanted a piece of ass?" Blunt talking Debra. 

The sobs came. "I tried to tell him he was making a pig of himself. That we 
should save that kind of thing for the weekend!" 

"Darling, if I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times, never say no 
to your husband." She squeezed Carol's hands. "Men are screwy bastards, 
especially when it comes to fucking. One thing you'll have to learn, 
darling, is to give in to the horny bastard whenever he's in the mood. 
That's rule number one for a happy marriage." 

"I know." Carol sniffed. "I keep trying to do as you say, but it was getting 
late, he does have to get up early in the morning. I didn't want him crapped 
out." The words tumbled from her lips. 

"Excuses. Excuses." Debra got to her feet and cradled the smaller girl to 
her ample bosom. She stroked Carol's long blonde hair, and soothed, "There, 
there, little darling, it isn't the end of the world." She eased Carol back 
to the bed, sat her on it, then eased her onto her back. She sat beside the 
sobbing girl, still consoling her. 

Carol stared deep into Debra's understanding eyes. "I didn't exactly reject 
him," she explained. "I just sort of mentioned it was for his own good if we 
didn't, and besides he was drinking. He drinks too much during the week." 
She defended her actions. "Oh, Debra," she wailed, cutting loose with more 
sobs, "I'm so miserable. What's wrong with me?" 

Debra stared down at the delectable, teenaged bride. She sighed. There 
wasn't a thing wrong with this young lovely, from a physical viewpoint. Such 
a beautiful girl. So young. So tender. So desirable. 

Debra, the exotic whore, had fallen in love with this teenaged beauty at 
first sight. The kid reminded her so much of what she'd been at that age. 
She enjoyed the young girl's company. She enjoyed having her around. She 
enjoyed talking to her. The youngster was innocence personified. Debra 
always had the yearning to take the pretty darling into her arms and console 
her. The motherly instinct. Carol was almost like a daughter to her. 

The kid was so in need of love and under-standing. Debra ran her fingers 
along Carol's moist cheeks and lightly touched the kissable lips. "You did 
make up with him last night?" 

"Finally. But he wasn't satisfied. And during the night he mentioned he 
wouldn't keep bugging me. He said something about other ways he could get 
satisfied. What did he mean by that?" 

Debra lay beside the lovely girl and snuggled her to her breasts. She 
touched her cheeks, lips and chin. Heat waves began building up in her as 
she consoled the sobbing youngster. "I think, darling," she breathed 
huskily, "you've got to face up to something!" She let her fingers stray 
down and come to a rest on Carol's out-thrust titties, covered with the 
blouse. 

"Face up to what?" 

"The fact that men turn you off?" She gave gentle squeezes to the firm, 
round melons. "What do you mean?" 

Debra squeezed the lovely melons. Heat waves engulfed her. It had been a 
long time since she'd toyed with another girl's titties. 

Smiling disarmingly; Debra slid her hand into blouse and felt of the firm 
melons. Tweaking at the taut nipples, she murmured, "What are your real 
feelings when you see Paul naked? When you look at his prick?" 

Carol grimaced. A fleeting expression of disgust swept her face. "Like ugh!" 
She blushed. 

Debra grinned and squeezed. "Paul has a big prick?" 

"I guess so." The flush deepened. 

"Seven inches long? Eight inches?" Debra teased and squeezed. "He's all 
hairy? Hairy around the balls and prick?" 

"Please don't talk about it!" blurted Carol. "It's disgusting!" 

Debra's eyes lit up. She slid Carol's blouse off. Then she slid Carol's 
skirt and panties off. The lovely blonde was naked. Gently stroking the 
lovely, firm pinkish-white melons, she sighed. "I think I know what your 
problem is, darling." 

"Oh?" Carol lay on her back, unmindful of the treatment she was getting from 
the lovely, dark-haired girl. It seemed natural being here on the bed with 
the naked beauty and her being nude, too. She loved the tender touch of 
Debra's fingers on her nakedness. Debra's touch was so light, her fingers so 
soft and gentle. Not the gruff, heavy-handedness of a man. Debra wasn't all 
hairy and gruesome, like a man. 

"Instinctively you hate men. Especially hairy ones. They turn you off. They 
disgust you. They frighten you when they're naked?" 

Carol sobbed and melted into Debra's consoling embrace. Her large, solid, 
firm round titties bounced against Debra's equally firm rounded ones as she 
melted into the older girl's arms. 

"I still recall the first night he made love to me," Carol wailed. "I was 
frightened. I was still a virgin. He stripped me. He came at me -- like an 
animal." The horrifying first night came back to her in clear memory. 

It had been a terrifying ordeal. He was so big. So strong. So rough. So 
hairy and beastly. He had possessed her like a rapist. He hadn't been the 
least bit kind -- or gentle. He had been a lustful demon, raping her, raping 
her ... She still shuddered at the memory. Since then, of course, he had 
been different. He had learned to be more gentle and understanding. But the 
gruesome memory persisted deep in the inner recesses of her mind. The leer 
on his handsome face. The way he wet his lips. The big, muscular, hairy 
body. The terrifying cock which was so immense. 

The initial shock of him shoving her onto the bed and shoving the enormous 
prick into her virginal cunt. The blood on the sheet. The terrifying pain 
and anguish. The way he kept pounding his cock into her even though she'd 
been sobbing and begging him to stop. The final insult. He'd shot his wad 
into her bloody cunt. 

Only then had his lust ebbed. Only then had he realized what he'd done. He 
had tried kissing her, telling her he was sorry -- but the damage had been 
done. Her wedding night had been a fiasco. A horrifying ordeal. 

She explained this to Debra in a halting voice while nestled in her embrace. 
She felt safe in this haven. Debra was so nice. So understanding. "He's 
never been so rough with me since," she said, in conclusion. "He treats me 
very gently, but still I can't seem to get all enthused like he wants me to 
be." She sighed. 

Debra smiled knowingly. Her first wedding night hadn't been like that. She'd 
been the aggressor. 

"You'll learn to get enthused about fucking, darling. It takes a little 
time. Some girls have these hangups about men. It usually wears off. You'll 
adjust." While talking to the naked girl, Debra fondled her all over. Heat 
waves engulfed her. The small, naked girl really had her turned on this 
morning. Debra seldom went in for the Lesbian bit. Several times during her 
hectic stage career, she'd signed up to put on exhibitions with other girls. 

The men in the audiences seemed to get big charges out of seeing girls 
having a go at each other. She had learned the ropes, but could take that 
kind of action or leave it. There was something about this adorable little 
blonde, however, that reawakened her lustful thoughts. It had been a long 
time since she'd sunk her fangs into a snatch. She had been entertaining 
that thought in the inner recesses of her mind ever since she first laid 
eyes on this delectable tidbit. 

The kid had such adorable, creamy, pinkish-white skin. Such a wondrous pair 
of knockers and a cute butt, and to top it off the tiny cunt, fringed with 
curly, golden hair was a sight to behold. 

Debra had been leading up to this moment for weeks. The troubled bride was 
ripe for plucking -- and sucking. Debra had guessed that part of Carol's 
inner hatred of men stemmed from the inner desire for girl love. The kid was 
probably inclined toward Lesbianism, but didn't know it. 

This morning, she'd find out. They'd both find out. 

Debra eased down and gently pressed her lips to Carol's in a tender, loving 
kiss. A first time! 

Carol frowned. It suddenly dawned on her that her friend had far exceeded 
the bounds of friendship. Many times in the past, Debra had consoled her. 
She had held her in her arms in loving hugs and had patted her fanny and 
stroked her hair a bit. But this was the first time they'd ever been laying 
on a bed naked. The first time Debra had ever kissed her on the lips! The 
dark-haired girl was acting like a lover! 

She shook her head, and frowned. "Hey, what gives ? You kissed me!" 

Debra nodded. She'd gone too far to turn back now. "I did, darling. I'll 
kiss you again and again," she breathed huskily, stroking the lovely, 
out-thrust, firmly rounded melons and tweaking at the taut nipples. Her dark 
eyes were pools of lust and passion. Her lips were parted slightly. ,Pursing 
her lips suggestively, she murmured, "I'll kiss you all over, darling." She 
ran her fingers down Carol's flat stomach and tweaked at her curly 
golden-colored cunt hairs. "I love you so much, my darling little girl." 

Carol, heating up, but frightened by the action, tried pushing her away. 
"What's wrong with you, Debra? Are you queer? A Lesbian?" 

Debra smiled innocently, and continued to stroke Carol's nudeness. "Relax, 
darling. I'm just trying something," she explained, pressing her lips to 
frightened Carol's. She eased her knee between Carol's legs and played 
kneesies with Carol's tiny cunt. 

"An experiment?" In spite of her misgivings, Carol was curious. A warmth was 
sweeping through her. The feel of Debra's knee against her twat felt good. 
She rubbed her pussy against the knee cap. 

Carol no longer tried scrootching away. The fears receded. The feel of 
Debra's hands on her breasts was exciting. The feel of the knee pushing 
against her cunt was gratifying. "What kind of an experiment is this?" 

"One that I hope will help you solve your problem with Paul!" Debra mounted 
the small girl like a man. She spread Carol's legs wide and meshed her big 
cunt against Carol's tiny one. She bounced her huge tits against Carol's 
lovely, creamy ones. She dipped her tongue into Carol's mouth and sucked 
tongues with her. She sucked Carol's tongue as though it were a prick. Carol 
sucked hers. Both girls were heating up considerably. 

In between tongue sucking and feels of breasts, Carol gasped, "This'll help 
me solve my problem with Paul?" 

"I hope so," breathed Debra, between kisses. "It'll prove to you that love, 
all kinds of love, is good, if you can get in the proper frame of mind. Even 
girl love." 

Carol didn't have much time to mull over the remarkable statement. She 
couldn't figure out how girl love tied in with boy love, but at the moment, 
it really didn't matter. She was getting all heated up. Probably there was a 
connection. Debra was trying to break down her hangups about nudeness and 
sex. Maybe it would work. She hoped so. 

Debra flopped onto her back. Reaching over, she took one of Carol's hands 
and placed it on her twitching twat. "Play with my cunt, darling," she 
ordered, rubbing Carol's fingers around the wide expanse of dark-colored 
hair. "Shove your fingers in and out." 

Carol tried pulling her hand away. An expression of revulsion swept to her 
face at the touch of the hairy object. She often felt of her own snatch, but 
somehow this was different. Debra had a big wad of dark, black, curly cunt 
hair. A sizeable mat of hair, almost twice the size of her own tiny mat of 
golden hair. "No, Debra," she sobbed. "I can't do that!" Still with the 
sexual hangup. 

Debra ran her own fingers in and out of Carol's tiny twat. She reamed one 
finger, then two into the tight slot. "You like that, don't you, darling?" 
she breathed huskily, continuing with the finger fucking. 

Carol stopped fighting the horny girl. She relaxed. It felt so good. She 
spread her legs wide and writhed and moaned on the bed. "It feels good," she 
admitted, humping her pussy upward for more finger fucking. 

"Pretend it's a big prick sliding in and out your tiny cunt, darling." 

"Yes. Yes." She writhed and moaned and half closed her eyes. She reached 
over and shoved fingers into Debra's cunt. She grimaced, but continued. The 
cunt was all soft and gooey. She had no trouble getting two, then three 
fingers into Debra's snatch. She reamed her fingers in and out hard. "I'm 
finger fucking you, Debra! I'm finger fucking you!" She gazed in awe at her 
fucking fingers. In. Out. Sticky, gooey fingers. "Oh, Debra!" she wailed, 
"I'm getting so hot!" She humped her pussy forward and back onto Debra's 
fucking fingers. 

"Me, too, darling!" Debra humped her pussy up and down wildly on the 
fingers, then with a roar of passion, she suddenly flopped Carol onto her 
back again and mounted her like a man. She crushed her spasming cunt hard 
against Carol's pussy. She humped up and down like a man in heat. "I'm 
coming, you pretty bitch! I'm cuming!" She meshed her hot vaginal lips 
against Carol's hot lips and cut loose with an orgasm. 

Then, having started the flow of juices, the heated up older girl suddenly 
reversed positions. She turned around on the bed and swooped down on the 
glorious cunt she'd been finger fucking. Her tongue darted in. Eagerly she 
sucked, sucked, sucked. ... 

Carol, surprised at the sudden turn of events, pushed her pussy upward for 
more and more sucking. Again and again she spasmed. Again and again the hot 
juices flowed in her hot cunt. 

While unloading her cunt juices, she observed Debra's cunt hovering nearby. 
Debra had deliberately assumed the sixty-nine position. Her big, hairy cunt 
was within sucking distance. 

The big crack, with the finger fucked clitty button peeking invitingly 
toward her. Between wails of joy and wiggles of her cunt being sucked by the 
expert, Carol ogled the other girl's cunt. 

The feeling of,revulsion quickly abated. Maybe Debra was right? Maybe this 
kind of action would help her solve her problems with Paul: It would prove 
that love -- all kinds of love, even girl love -- was good, and not at all 
terrifying. 

Placing hands on Debra's wiggling asscheeks, she pulled the girl down to her 
face. The big, hairy cunt covered her mouth. She slid her tongue far in. She 
sucked, sucked, sucked. ... 

CHAPTER THREE 

For several days after their most recent bed-time spat, Paul continued to 
give her the silent, aloof treatment. He apparently was still horsed off by 
her sexual rebuffs. There were times during this period of coolness when 
Carol got very aggravated with him. He acted like a spoiled brat. A kid who 
hadn't gotten his own way and was pouting. 

Not that this type of action was unusual for him. As the only son of wealthy 
parents, he'd been spoiled rotten all his life. Even now, though he was 
twenty-four and on his own, his patents still exerted a considerable amount 
of influence on him. 

His parents still continued to treat him as though he were their baby boy. 
They gave him gifts and money. Each year they bought him a new car. It was 
because of the parent's generosity that he and Carol were able to afford the 
plush apartment complex. They kicked in to help pay expenses. This was a 
sore point with Carol. She wanted him to break the family apron strings and 
make it on his own. 

This was another source of arguments for them. He bluntly informed her many 
times that they were his .parents and if they wanted to help out, so be it. 
She accepted this dictum reluctantly. In time, she adjusted to it. It was 
rather nice having a new car, and a nearly new second car. To not have to 
work, and to not have to worry about the monthly bills. Deep inside, 
however, she had this feeling of resentment. 

The recent session she'd had with Debra had opened her eyes about love. She 
was beginning to understand that love and passion was strictly a physical 
thing, and she'd been making too much of a big deal about it. Debra, between 
love sessions with her, had impressed on her how important it was for her 
never to brush him off again. Her entire mental attitude was beginning to 
change, thanks to friend Debra. 

Now if she could only convince the knothead that she was a changed girl. If 
he would only come down off his high horse and pay attention to her. 

He was in a perverse mood because his feelings had been ruffled. Child-like 
in his reasoning, he'd made up his mind to ignore her and give with the 
silent treatment. This went on for several days. The ultra-polite aloofness. 
When they were at the recreation area, he acted his usual self. Charming, 
witty, friendly and full of pep while bouncing tennis balls, or swimming in 
the pool with the neighbors. 

During these public appearances he even acted friendly and casual to her, as 
though they were the best of friends. Back in the seclusion of their 
apartment, however, he crawled into his shell of hurt pride and aloofness. 

It was maddening. Carol was about ready to throw in the sponge. Debra 
advised her to wait it out. Being a woman of the world, she knew that time 
would solve the problem. 

It did! 

Carol had taken a shower and was laying naked on the bed, waiting for him to 
finish his bath. Waiting, but not hoping. Lately, she'd been strutting 
around the apartment in the late evenings naked as a jaybird, hoping against 
hope he'd get the message and fuck hell out of her. 

Tonight seemed no different than the previous nights. He had been cool and 
very thoughtful this evening. As though he had something on his mind, and 
was bursting to tell her but wasn't quite ready to cave in. 

She lay on her back on top of the queen-sized bed. She spread her legs wide, 
lifted her knees and fondled her cunt. She gently stroked the cute vaginal 
lips and tugged at her curly cunt hairs. She hoped the sight of her heating 
herself up with her fingers would generate heat in his cock. She had been 
trying this approach for several nights with no results. He'd simply crawled 
in under the covers, ignored her exposed twat. and had mumbled a gruff 
"good-night." 

She stared hopefully when he strode from the bathroom. Her eyes bugged wide. 

Tonight he had left his pajama bottoms off! 

He flopped onto the bed beside her. Instead of diving under the covers as 
usual, he rolled onto his side until he was facing her. He watched her 
stroke her pussy for a few minutes. Their glances met. A feeling of 
exultation swept through her. The frosty gleam had left his eyes. His dark 
eyes contained hopeful glints of lust, and lewdness. 

She ran her fingers up and down her inner thighs and onto her cunt. She 
spread her tiny vaginal lips apart suggestively. She winked lewdly. "It 
would feel so much better, dear!" she whispered, "if you played with my 
cunt!" 

"You sure you want me to? It wouldn't be annoying you? You won't think I'm 
getting too much? Wearing myself out?" 

She flushed. Damn him. Then, recalling the words of advice from the master 
fucker-sucker, Debra, she cut loose with a charming smile. 

Choosing her words carefully and scratching her cunt equally carefully and 
suggestively,. she murmured, "Would you believe me, dear, if I said I'm 
going to be a changed girl in the future?" 

"Oh?" He eased closer. His cock began to stiffen. 

"I've been thinking things over, dear. I realize I've been acting screwy 
about you -- and fucking!" she blurted. She was going to add that she'd also 
been getting some good fucking advice from her friend, Debra, but she 
discarded this idea. What she was about to say had to originate from her. 

He nodded and his cock gained another inch of hardness. "You sure have." 

"I've decided that from here on in, I'll do anything you want me to do -- 
anytime you want. I'll be your complete love slave. No arguments. No 
discussions. You call the shots. I'm yours to command." 

Another inch of hardness to cock. He grinned. "I'm sure glad to hear you say 
that, hon. Especially tonight, because of what I have in mind." He inched 
forward with his hardening prick. 

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" 

"We'll get to that later. Right now, we'll take care of this?" He held his 
stiffening cock. Then, recalling his new role of lord and master lover of 
the adorable little slave, he commanded, "Suck my cock, slave!" 

"Yes, master!" 

Without hesitation, the lovely slave scooted around on the bed, swooped down 
with her adorable mouth and gathered his hardening prick into her mouth. 
Eagerly she sucked the stiffening monster. With each lick, each suck, the 
cock grew in size. Before long, it had assumed its complete nine inches of 
big, fat, solid bone-hard cock. 

Carol, the sucking love slave, gagged and choked a bit on the monstrous rod 
before she adjusted to it. She crouched beside him in a sixty-nine position. 
This allowed easier ingress of the massive rod into her willing mouth. She 
fondled his hairy balls and reamed fingers in and out of his asshole while 
gobbling his penis. She licked it all over. She kissed the cockhead and 
swallowed the droplets of cum. She ran her tongue the entire length of the 
penis. She sucked his hairy balls. She squeezed them gently. She toyed with 
his ass-hole and sucked it with her tongue and lips. 

In between sucks, she peered up at him with thankful, lustful eyes. Taking 
his cock from her mouth she murmured from time to time, "You big cocked 
bastard! You wonderful guy. I love sucking your big, fat cock. Ummmmmm. 
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ... Oooooooooohhhh...." 

Paul watched his wife giving his cock a good going over. He was surprised at 
her actions tonight. No arguments. No lectures. She had cast aside all her 
hangups about sex. She was giving him the best sucking job he'd had from her 
since their marriage. Something had changed his girl. He reasoned it was his 
period of aloofness that had turned the trick. She had gotten the message. 

He decided to see how far he could go on this new concept of hers. The 
master-slave item. Staring deep into her adoring eyes which were peering up 
at him over the big cock in her sucking mouth, he snapped. "Stop sucking!" 

She complied instantly. She withdrew from the surging prick, holding it with 
her hand. "Yes, master." She smiled. 

Placing his hands up above his head, he peered down at his slave. "Suck my 
tits!" he ordered, shoving his hairy chest forward. 

Unhesitantly, Carol went for his hairy chest. Having made up her mind to 
follow her new procedure, she didn't swerve from her purpose. Ordinarily she 
would be repulsed by coming close to his hairy chest. Tonight, she was the 
new Carol. Quickly overcoming her normal revlusion, she swooped down and 
began nipping and sucking at his nipples. She kissed them. She licked them. 
She tweaked them. She cupped his breast area as though he were a girl. She 
gave him the same type of tittie-licking he usually gave her, except she had 
far less to work on. 

He ogled her. in amazement. She really had turned over a new leaf. She had 
her wiggling ass near his face while she was bearing down on his chest. 
Gently he slapped her swaying ass. Such a cute butt. Adorable. So firm. Such 
rounded asscheeks. Such creamy, pinkish-white flawless skin. He squeezed her 
butt. He pinched it. He slapped it. 

He reamed fingers in and out of her tiny, puckered shit chute. He struck 
shit and with-drew his fingers to lick them. Again and again he finger 
fucked her shitty hole. Again and again he sucked his fucking fingers. This 
gave him new ideas. 

"Enough tittie sucking, you filthy bitch!" He rolled over onto his stomach 
and assumed a kneeling position with head on the pillow. His big, hairy ass 
was waving in the breeze. 

He issued a new order to his love slave. "Suck my asshole, you filthy slut! 
Ream it out good with your tongue and fingers. Now!" 

"Yes, master!" She crawled around behind his behind. She knelt in back of 
him. This brought her face in line with his ass. She shoved out her eager 
tongue and fucked his asshole with it. She dipped her tongue far into his 
gooey, hairy, brownish colored shit chute. She shoved fingers in as far as 
she could reach and reamed his gooey hole. In. Out. Fingers. Tongue. She 
worked out on his hairy, smelly asshole. 

She enjoyed every minute of it! 

Her new concept of love was gratifying. This was so much more fun than 
arguing. She changed her sucking routine slightly. In between finger fucking 
and tongue sucking his asshole, she got up on her knees, rammed her pussy 
against his ass and pretended she was fucking him in the ass. He seemed to 
enjoy this approach very much. 

Pushing her tiny cunt against his big ass, she chortled, pretending she was 
a man and he was a girl. "I'm fucking your asshole, you slut! I'm shoving my 
big cock up your little ass!" She bounced her mound against his shit chute. 
She held tightly to his ample hips while shoving against him doggie-style. 
An electrifying experience. "C'mon, move your cute ass, baby," she 
whimpered, acting out the' part to the hilt. "Take my cock up your ass! Like 
wow!" 

Paul moaned and whimpered in delight. This new Carol was exciting. The 
lovely slave was going all out to please him. It was as though she were 
making up for the many times she'd repulsed him in the past. At the moment 
he wished she had a cock instead of a cunt, so he could feel it going in and 
out of his hole. An experience he'd never had. 

This gave him a new idea. He backed away from his ass fucking wife, rolled 
over and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was in an upright position, 
like a towering mastpole. "Slide your cute ass on my prick, slave!" he 
ordered, hopefully. 

"What!" For the first time the willing slave faltered. Not that she hadn't 
been assfucked before, but she never liked it. It had always been too messy. 
They seldom attempted it anymore. 

He frowned. "There you go again!" 

"No! No! I'll do it. I'll do it." She hopped from the bed. She stood before 
him. "Facing you? Or with my back to you?" Her voice contained a tremor. 
They'd never attempted this approach. Him sitting on the edge of the bed. 
Before it had been with her on her knees, offering her ass back to him. 

He eyed her lewdly. His lust and passion reached new heights. He enjoyed 
this game of pretend. Him being master -- her being slave. Reaching over, he 
stroked her solid melons. He then turned her around so her cute butt was to 
him. "Bend over!" he ordered. 

The cute slave bent over. 

He eased her asscheeks apart. He wet his fingers and reamed them in and out 
of her shit chute. He then kissed her asshole. He ran his tongue in and out. 
He tasted shit. It excited him. In. Out. He reamed her with fingers and 
tongue. He widened her puckered bunghole. He slid two fingers up her ass, 
far past his knuckles. He reamed them around in the gooey aperture. He 
figured she was now ready. 

He eased her to her feet, then slowly backed her ass toward his throbbing 
cock. She was facing away from him. He spread his legs apart. He squatted 
her down and positioned her directly over his immense prick. He teased the 
cock-head to her tiny asshole. "Ready, slave?" He touched his cockhead 
against her well-reamed asshole. 

Cutting loose with a deep sigh, she nodded. Turning her head back to peer at 
the action, she said, "Please take it easy, dear." 

He slapped her hard on the asscheeks. "Shut up, slave! No back talk!" Again 
and again he slapped her cute, wiggling butt until it was a nice shade of 
pink. She whimpered and moaned, but didn't pull away. He continued slapping 
her ass in a lustful frenzy. He then took dead aim at her puckered shit 
chute and shoved! With one hand he held tightly to her hip. The other hand 
guided his immense cock into the tiny asshole! 

When his cockhead effected a slight entrance into the tight hole, Carol let 
out a scream of pain and anguish. She almost fainted from the agonizing 
pain. It felt as though her asshole was being torsi asunder. The huge, solid 
hunk of bone-hard meat was ripping and tearing into her ass! "Ouch! Ow!! It 
hurts! It hurts!" she screamed, wriggling desperately to escape the torture. 
She tried pulling away from the ravishing terror. 

Having gotten the cockhead in, Paul grabbed her by both hips and held her hi 
a viselike grip. He easily overpowered her and held her in position. He had 
complete control of her movements with his enormous strength. Holding 
tightly to her hips, he eased her ass slowly up and down. His big cock slid 
in and out of the battered bunghole. With each stroke he slid more cock into 
the tiny opening. 

He stared fascinated at what he was doing. His eyes bugged wide in sheer 
lust and lewdness. His mouth slavered with saliva as he ogled his cock 
getting shittier and messier with each power stroke into the tiny, tortured 
ass-hole. He eased her up and down on his surging, shitty cock. He beat down 
an urge to slide her asshole all the way down on his enormous cock. He 
realized she couldn't cope with that. She'd probably pass out from the pain. 

Instead of giving with the complete ram job, he began to gently ease a 
certain amount of his huge cock in and out of her cute asshole. It was a 
wondrous sight and turned him on. She was squatting down, back to him. His 
big cock was sliding in and out of her messy asshole. He had his hands under 
her asscheeks now and was guiding her up and down. 

Carol began to adjust to the rear end invasion. Her asshole widened, and 
began to accept the monstrous prick. Her shit lubricated the shaft. She 
eased around to accept him more easily. She straightened up slightly to give 
his cock a straighter pathway up her ass. This tended to ease the terrifying 
pain and allowed her to accept more and more cock. 

She stopped screaming and whimpering. She placed. hands on his thighs and 
helped him direct the action. He had his hands under her asscheeks and was 
raising and lowering her onto his cock. Now, with her hands on his thighs, 
she could help control the action. The wails of pain and anguish turned to 
moans of pleasure, "Fuck my ass, dear. Fuck the shit out of me. It feels 
gooooooooooooodddddd ... Like now!" She wiggled and accepted his fucking. 
More and more of his enormous cock disappeared up her tiny ass as she 
adjusted to it. 

Paul peered down at the pleasant scene. He wet his lips. He eased one hand 
from under her asscheeks and began fondling her breasts with his free hand. 
He stroked her enormous melons. He stroked her back. He ran his fingers 
around on the nape of her neck. He ran fingers up and down her side. He 
stroked her with his hand and stroked her asshole with his prick. 

He felt himself building up to a gigantic climax. He hadn't been this hot in 
months. His darling little love slave was really turning him on tonight. He 
didn't know what had changed her attitude, but whatever it was, he was 
thankful. 

This was more like it. This was what he expected and wanted from his wife. 
Complete, unrestricted, love. He stared owlishly at his shitty cock sliding 
in and out of the adorable, puckered little shit chute. He was beginning to 
climax, suddenly and impulsively he shoved her from his prick. "Enough of 
this, slave," he said. 

She regarded him from her prone position on the floor. She had landed on all 
fours and now, having turned around, she eyed him quizzically. 

"Suck it!" he roared, wriggling around on the bed, trying to contain his 
budding climax. "Suck it, slave! Now! Quick. Take it in your mouth! Now!" 

She hesitated but for a moment. Then, recalling her new concept, she crawled 
toward him. Whimpering slightly and moaning from the awful shitty taste, she 
drew his surging cock into her mouth and began sucking. 

Almost instantly he began cuming. A gigantic wad of hot, creamy cum spewed 
into her sucking mouth. It intermingled with the shit that covered his 
prick. The whole gooey mess was shoved down her throat. 

Carol whimpered, moaned and gobbled the gook. She beat down the rebellion 
that started inside. Dutifully she sucked his messy cock that was 
plentifully tinged with her own shit. She swallowed the hot cum, and shit. 
She sucked for more, more, more. ... 

He filled her eager mouth again and again with hot cum. He moaned, whimpered 
and scrootched forward to deliver his cum to her mouth. "You filthy fucking 
bitch! You damned perverted slut! You, shit eating bitch! Take it, you 
bitch! Take it!" He screamed and shoved. He grabbed her by the ears and 
pulled her cock sucking face forward. 

Fiendishly, he shoved his shitty cock into her now willing mouth. He slapped 
her on the cheeks a few times when he lost control of his senses. "You 
filthy slut!" Slap! "You cock sucking bitch!" Slap! "Suck me, suck me, suck 
me. ..." 

His voice trailed off. He stopped slapping at her. His passion ebbed. His 
fires cooled. He ran out of juice -- and steam. With the drying up of his 
shitty cock, and the cooling of his ardor, sanity returned. 

He smiled ruefully and withdrew his wavering cock from her lovely, shitty 
mouth. He stared in awe at the havoc he'd wrought. His cock dripped a few 
more drops onto her breasts. She stared humbly up at him with her big, baby 
blue eyes wide and filled with love for him. 

Impulsively he drew her up from the floor. He crushed her to him. He pulled 
her onto the bed and lay beside her. He nuzzled her lush, naked body to him. 
He showered her with kisses. He kissed her foul smelling mouth again and 
again. He shoved his tongue far into her mouth to share with her the last 
remnants of his lust and juices. He pressed his lips to hers in a tender, 
loving soul kiss. "I love you, hon. I love you." 

She smiled happily as she accepted his kisses and love. Her experiment had 
worked out just fine. Debra had been so right. Her advice had worked 
wonderfully. By becoming his love slave and knuckling down to his passion 
and lust, she had turned him on like he'd never been turned on before. 

The ordeal had been somewhat painful and her asshole still pained from the 
ravishing, but she had made him happy tonight. And in the process he'd 
heated her up considerably. So far it had been a perfect night of love. She 
vowed that from here on in she'd be just like tonight. His love slave. No 
matter what he wanted to do to her. Or how often. She'd be ready for him 
anywhere, any time, any place and in any position he could think of. Her 
mouth, ass-hole, or cunt would be available to her wonderful master. 

This brought up a new thought. He had battered her asshole and her mouth, 
but he hadn't touched her cunt. Smilingly, she eased him away, reached down 
for his hand, placed it on her pussy and at the same time, she reached her 
other hand down and wrapped it around his battered shaft. "Let's get this 
bastard up again, dear? Then you can shove it in here!" She humped her pussy 
against his probing fingers. 

He grinned and shoved fingers in deeper. "Good thinking, hon, but before we 
do, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." He toyed with her 
snatch while she toyed with his cock. He figured there was no rush. They had 
all night. She was in the proper mood. 

"Oh?" She frowned, then recalled that he'd mentioned before that he had 
something to talk about tonight. That he'd had something on his mind. 

While easing his fingers in and out of her adorable little pussy, he said, 
"I bumped into Don Anders the other day. During my lunch break. We had lunch 
together." 

"And Who is Don Anders?" She. continued to stroke his hardening prick. 

"A guy I went to college with. We were roommates one quarter. We did a bit 
of running around together." He scratched her snatch, and fondled her 
breasts. 

"H'mm." For some reason she didn't share his enthusiasm. She frowned, but 
continued to work out on his half hard prick. A sense of foreboding built 
up. She had heard about some of the running around he'd done while in 
college. She had never gone to college. She had married him shortly after 
graduating from high school, about six months ago. "What's with this Don 
Anders ?" 

"He's married. Been married about a year and a half. They live in the city 
suburbs about ten miles from here. He married a girl named Laura. She was in 
our graduating class." He redoubled his finger fucking of Carol's snatch 
while recalling an old college chum. 

Carol, sensing she was becoming part of his memories, frowned, "That's nice, 
but why're you telling me all this?" She jerked his cock a bit harder, 
trying to get his mind back to things present. 

"Don wants us to visit them this weekend. Friday night." Paul eased her onto 
her back, spread her legs wide and lifted her knees. He knelt between her 
legs, his cock bone-hard now from her ministrations. 

She grabbed his cock and steered him forward. "Okay, so we'll visit them. 
What's the big deal?" She humped her pussy forward and guided his cockhead 
into her tiny slit. She bit her lips when the big cock meshed against the 
tiny crack. Always it was like this. A brief battle before he was able to 
get his battering ram into her unyielding little pussy. 

"Don and Laura are not exactly a routine .married couple," he explained, 
gently easing his cock forward. He felt it slide in. 

"They're not?" Carol moaned and whimpered in ecstasy when she felt his huge 
cock effecting an entrance into her tiny twat. She began wiggling her ass 
slowly and deliberately. No rush. All night. "Just what does that mean?" She 
found it difficult to continue a routine conversion while he continued to 
pour cock into her cunt. 

"They're swappers!" Having. delivered his message, he delivered his cock -- 
all the way in. He emphasized his point, by ramming his point in deeper and 
deeper. "They want us to swap with them!" 

"And?" Carol held her breath and her movements in abeyance. More than 
anything in the world at this moment, she wanted him to pound her pussy with 
his lovely cock. But she also wanted to hear the answer. 

"I told them we would!" Paul began fucking her wildly. In. Out. He rammed 
his solid cock. "Now, shut up slave! Stop yakking and start fucking!" he 
ordered, pounding cock into cunt. 

The cute slave's wail of protest died a-borning as he shoved cock into cunt. 
The master had spoken. The slave was willing. Very willing. Eagerly she 
humped pussy. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Carol instinctively disliked Don Anders from the very first. The man seemed 
to be such a phony. The way he smiled and simpered at her when they were 
introduced. She winced inwardly when she noticed the way Don ogled her from 
stem to stern and back again. 

Even the man's phony talk was a put on, sort of high pitched and nasal. "So 
this is the blushing bride!" He gathered her hand in his and squeezed 
intimately. Don was twenty-five. A heavy man, he weighed two hundred and ten 
pounds on a six foot frame. He had brown hair, gray eyes, a bulbous nose and 
sported a small moustache on his chubby face to go with his ultra long hair. 

She wondered how such a gruesome looking guy got such a reputation as a 
ladies' man in college. He sure didn't have the appearance of a Don Juan. 
She tried withdrawing her hand and maintained a polite smile, "Hi, Don. Nice 
to meet you." 

He slid his hand around her slender waist and led her into the house. He 
winked at Paul. "You sure robbed the cradle when you married this kid, old 
buddy. She's a knockout. Where'd you meet her? In kindergarten?" Smiling 
lewdly, he patted her cute asscheeks. 

Paul smiled tolerantly at Don's enthusiasm. "I grabbed her right after she 
got out of high school. I got her before she could get spoiled by bastards 
like you!" He nudged Don in the ribs and smiled disarmingly. He had been 
flattered by Don's candid analysis of his pretty young bride. It inflated 
his ego. 

Don, still with Carol in his possession, and copping a few feels enroute, 
ushered them into his huge, sumptuous living room. He introduced her to his 
wife, "Hon, this is Carol, Paul's little, blushing bride. Isn't she 
something?" He eased her forward by a shove of her asscheeks. 

Carol flushed under his lewd teasing. She shook hands with Laura Anders, and 
murmured, "Hi, Laura. Paul's been telling me some things about you." She 
eyed the brown-haired, brown-eyed lovely girl. Laura was twenty-four. She 
was five foot six inches tall on a curvy, one hundred and twenty pound 
physique, and wore a form fitting dress that accentuated her positive 
features. 

Laura smiled shyly. "I hope he hasn't mentioned too many bad things." She 
sighed and stared at the retreating backs of the two young husbands who'd 
headed toward the bar after the casual introductions. Shaking her head and 
giving with a short giggle, she said, "Those guys were sure a pair in 
college." She smiled at the memory. "The swingers, we called them. Talk 
about a horny pair of bastards. That's them." She smiled resignedly. "Come, 
darling, I'll show you the rest of our house." She inclined her head. "The 
two guys want to gab about old times." 

Carol instinctively liked Laura, just as she'd instinctively disliked her 
husband. She liked the shy smile and attitude, the demureness and the 
appearance of Laura. She walked with Laura from the living room. 

Her eyes bugged wide in appreciation when they toured the rest of the home. 
It was a large, three bedroom bungalow type, with all the built-ins, plus a 
separate laundry room, a den in the basement, a two car garage, and a large 
yard. In the yard was a swimming pool, a basketball backboard and a ping 
pong table. Not only were the Anders swingers, but they were also 
athletically inclined, judging from the recreational equipment available. 

She was impressed. This was the type of a dream house she'd have some day, 
though she was well pleased with her condominum type apartment. 

Arriving back in the master bedroom, she said, "This is a lovely place, 
Laura. It must've cost a fortune." 

"It did!" Laura shrugged nonchalantly. "Don's loaded, or rather his parents 
are. He's an only son. He does have a sister. She's also married. The 
parents are always giving them things. Like this house. It's a wedding 
present." 

Carol nodded. It sounded like Paul's parents. No wonder the two guys got 
along so well together. They were so much alike. Two spoiled brats, from 
wealthy families. Judging. from the way they both acted, they never got over 
being spoiled brats. "You don't work, do you, Laura?" 

"Me? Work! Hah!" She sighed. "I sometimes wished I did, but Don says hell 
no. No wife of his is ever going to work. Who needs it !" A note of 
bitterness was in her voice. "I'm just another thing, another gadget to 
him!" 

"H'mmm." 

Laura smiled quickly. "Enough of my little problems. How're you and Paul 
making out?" She slid onto her vanity stool and began brushing her thick 
mass of wavy brown hair. 

Carol sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed and cut loose with a rueful 
smile. "I think we're a lot alike, Laura, with the same type of husbands. 
Spoiled brats. Paul won't let me work either. To him, I'm just another 
decoration around the house. Like you said-a gadget!" Her voice contained a 
measure of sadness. 

Laura chuckled and swung around on the vanity stool, still brushing her 
hair. "Looks like we've picked a couple of lemons for husbands?" 

"Rich lemons." She sighed, then brightened. "I didn't mean to sound unhappy. 
Paul does have certain faults, but who doesn't?" She was quick to change the 
wrong impression that Laura might be getting. 

"Like this swapping, for instance?" Laura clucked-her tongue. "You're so 
young. So pretty. I can't figure out why Paul wants to swap. If I were a man 
with a pretty wife like you, damned if I'd swap you around." 

Carol flushed. "We don't swap !" She recalled the arguments they'd been 
having all week on the subject. She'd tried to talk him out of the silly 
idea, but as usual, he'd been knotheaded, and in an effort to maintain her 
new image, she'd reluctantly agreed to come with him. But only with the 
understanding they wouldn't bring up the subject of swapping. It would have 
to originate with the Anders. They'd both have to agree to go through with 
it, or no deal. 

"Why'd you come here tonight, then?" Laura frowned. "Don mentioned he'd 
talked it over with Paul. He said Paul agreed to this swap session." 

"Well, I didn't agree. So there!" She thrust out her cute chin defiantly. 

Laura chuckled. "Darling, I'm glad to hear you say that!" Then the grin gave 
way to a grown. "I'm not sure Don got that message, though. The way he's 
been sounding off, it appears he and Paul have agreed to a swap session." 

Carol hopped to her feet. "As far as I'm concerned, it won't be! I'm against 
swapping. Period!" She hadn't been this firm prior to their arrival. She'd 
figured that if that's what Paul really wanted, she'd go along with it, 
albeit very reluctantly. It would fit in with her new concept of 
master-slave. The sight of gruesome Don had changed her mind, however. She 
reasoned if she were going to be forced into a swap deal, she should at 
least have a handsome man for openers, not a cruddy character like Don. 

Laura hopped up and slid an arm around Carol's slim waist. "I'm with you, 
darling. I'm against swapping, too. Ugh!" She made a wry face. 

"Why do you swap, if you're against it?" 

"Because I married a knothead named Don Anders. The all-American swinger. 
The answer to a girl's prayer, or so he thinks." Her voice contained 
bitterness. "I've been married to that bastard for two years. We've been 
swapping for a year and a half. I hate every time we do it!" 

"Don't you tell Don you don't want to swap?" 

"Hah! Explain anything to that knothead. When we first started swapping, I 
threatened to leave him. To divorce him. To go back to mother. All those 
things. You know what the bastard did?" 

Carol shook her head. 

"He helped me pack my suitcases!" She smiled ruefully at the memory. 

"You didn't leave?" 

Laura sighed resignedly. Waving a hand about her, she murmured, "Leave all 
this? Leave a guy who'd inherit a fortune someday? He's rich. I'm not. 
Mother has enough problems without me barging in. I may be a prude and a 
square, but I'm not stupid. When I saw that my threats amounted to nothing, 
I gave in to the bastard. I became a swapper." 

Carol sighed. She could envision the same type of problem. She came from a 
poor family. She'd have no place to go home to. 

Laura squeezed her close. "Maybe you'll get lucky, darling. Maybe you'll be 
able to talk your knothead out of it. You're so young and pretty. I'll even 
help you out if I can. I'll try to convince Paul how stupid he is for 
wanting to swap a luscious girl like you, and how stupid he'd be to turn you 
loose onto other guys, especially ugly bastards like my Don!" 

A warmth swept through her at Laura's closeness. Impulsively she squeezed 
the older girl in a tight embrace. She almost kissed her, but reconsidered. 
Laura might get the wrong impression. "Let's go see how our knotheads are 
doing? They should be pretty well tanked up by now." 

The boys were still at the bar, arms wrapped about each other, while they 
were giving with the old college cheers and rah-rah songs. Their faces were 
flushed, and they had gone back in time with memories of the good old 
college days. 

Laura smiled wryly. "See what I mean? They've turned back the clock." 

Don, seeing the girls re-enter the room, beamed. Swinging around on his bar 
stool, he held his glass aloft, "C'mon, Laura, baby, give with an old 
college cheer!" He turned to Carol. "Laura was one of our cheerleaders. Man, 
could she ever belt out the cheers. C'mon, honey, belt one out while we're 
in the mood." He downed the liquor in his glass and turned beady eyes to his 
old college chum, "How 'bout it, old buddy? Wanna hear a cheer?" 

Paul grinned and sipped his drink, "Yeah, Laura, cut loose with one." He 
reached for her. He drew her close. "How 'bout it, Laura, baby? You gonna 
cheer for us?" He slid his hands onto her breasts which were pushing 
mightily against her dress. 

She sighed and relaxed in his embrace. "Why don't you _two cats stop acting 
like college sophomores. Grow up." She sidled deeper into his embrace and 
placed his hands more firmly on her firm breasts. Peering back into his 
hand-some face, she murmured, "This is like old times, isn't it, Paul?" 

Carol was shocked at the way Laura was acting, after vowing that she was 
opposed to swapping. She stepped away from Don's groping hands. 

"It sure is, baby," Paul murmured, squeezing her titties. "Remember after 
the State game? We went to your room? Your room-mate was gone for the 
weekend?" He nuzzled his lips to the nape of her neck and nipped at her 
earlobe. His hands continued to stroke her lush melons, covered by her form 
fitting dress. 

Don, watching the by-play, grinned knowingly. "Paul, you bastard! I think 
you screwed Laura more times than I did, before I married her!" He smiled 
tolerantly. 

Paul nodded. "Could be. How 'bout if I take up where I left off?" 

Don nodded. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?" He reached for Carol. 
"C'mon, pretty baby, don't be so standoffish. Let's get with it!" He almost 
lost his balance on the stool reaching for her. 

Carol, face flushed, stepped away from his groping hands. Bestowing a glare 
at her straying husband, she snapped, "I think it's time we left, Paul. 
Let's go home." She glared at him, and had a glare for Laura to boot. The 
girl had conned her with her protestations of not liking swapping. She could 
understand why she'd been turned on by Paul. He was a hand-some man, 
especially when compared to her own ugly husband. 

Laura got the message. She disengaged Paul's groping fingers. Stepping away, 
she said, "Maybe the kid's right, you guys. We're coming on too strong. 
She's not used to us. Let's relax and cool things for awhile?" 

Paul shook his head. The number of drinks he'd had made him nasty, and more 
bullheaded than usual. "We came here to swap," he announced flatly, giving 
Carol a hard look, "and s'help me, that's what we're going to do!" He 
gathered Laura back into his embrace. 

Rebellion grew high in Carol. She opened her mouth to lodge a formal 
protest, then simmered down. She recalled her new vows to make him happy. 
She was hoping that would only include love action between him and her, but 
if it took some of this new kind of action, she might have to go for it. She 
recalled the talk about Paul having screwed Laura many a time while in 
college. He wouldn't be getting something new. Just a rehash of an old 
flame. 

She glared at Paul. 

Paul glared at her. His eyes taunted. He had the upper hand and knew it. He 
was the money-bags of the family. The guy who called all the shots. He was 
the master. She, the slave. Stepping over to Laura, he gathered her to him. 
"Laura, baby," he murmured, "I think you and I should take a little walk. 
You can show me your etchings! How 'bout it?" 

Laura hesitated a moment. She glanced appealingly at Carol, then wilted. 
Laura had been swapping so long, she no longer had the will to resist. To 
her, it was a way of life. She felt sorry for this kid, but after all, it 
was her problem. She nodded and led Paul from the room. "Let's go, Paul. 
It's been so long. ..." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Carol's heart sank when she saw Paul leave the room with Laura. She'd been 
hoping against hope that he'd back out of it. That maybe he was only 
bluffing. Her hopes dashed, she sank onto a bar stool and sipped at the 
drink Don had poured for her. Damn him. Damn all men, especially husbands. 

Don slid onto the stool next to her. His beady eyes were alight with lustful 
glints as he ogled her naked thighs. She had on a brief mini outfit and the 
skirt had slid far up her gorgeous legs. He stared in awe at the lovely, 
pinkish-white, creamy thighs. He eased his knee over and played kneesie with 
her. He had on a pair of light slacks and a bright colored sports shirt. 

"Guess Paul kinda means business about swapping," he murmured, sipping at 
his drink and easing fingers down to her lovely thighs. 

"Well, I don't!" She eased her thighs away from his groping fingers, "and I 
don't think he'll go through with it either! He'd better not!" 

Don chuckled meaningly. "Wanna bet, pretty one? They're old buddies from 
'way back." He glanced at his watch. "I'll give 'em ten minutes, then I'll 
bet good old Paul has his cock rammed way up Laura's cunt!" 

Carol almost choked on her drink. "Such flithy talk! Your own wife and best 
friend!" 

He eyed her curiously. "Say, you're not putting me on!" His voice contained 
surprise. "You are naive. I thought this was an act you were putting on. 
Pretending you didn't want to swap and all that. You really mean it, don't 
you?" 

"I do. I wish Paul hadn't run into you in town last week. It put ideas in 
his head. Until he met you he never thought of swapping. Now, that's all he 
ever thinks of." She stared appealingly. "Can't you understand, Don? I don't 
want to be a swapper!" Sobs came to her voice, tears to her baby blues. 

He patted her on the bare thighs. "Gee, Baby, I'm sorry. Like I said, I 
thought it was a put on." He drummed his fingers on her bare skin, easing 
upward toward her pussy. His prick began to stiffen. The view he was getting 
of her shapely legs was turning him on. 

"Well, it's not. I don't want to swap. Let's go tell them not to? Tell 'em 
we've changed our minds? Please?" She swung around on the bar stool to face 
him more directly. This gave him an even better view of her nudeness. He 
could almost see the golden colored snatch, hidden by the pink panties. 

The sight gave added stature to his already solid cock. He eased fingers 
closer to her pussy. Easing forward, he patted her snatch. While rubbing it 
gently, he murmured, "It's too late, Baby. They're probably fucking right 
now." 

She hopped from the stool, a stricken look on her face. "No! I don't want 
him to. Please let's stop them? Please?" 

Don wobbled to his feet. Swaying slightly from the excess of drinks he'd 
already absorbed, he put his hand around her slender waist and led her from 
the room. "Come, Baby Doll, I want to show you something." He led her to the 
bedroom next to the master one. 

She resisted and held back. "No you don't! I'm not about to go to bed with 
you." 

"Relax, Baby, I' promise I won't do anything to you unless you want me to. 
Beg me to." With those reassuring words, he led her into the room. "Hop up 
on the bed," he ordered. 

She frowned. "I said I wouldn't. ..." 

"Damn, you're uptight!" He grinned. "I said I wouldn't fuck you, unless you 
beg me for it. I meant it. Now climb up on the bed. I want to show you 
something. Then you can make up your mind." 

Carol reluctantly crawled up onto the bed, following him. He was kneeling on 
the bed toward the headboard. She knelt beside him. He slowly eased a 
sliding panel in the wall facing the master bedroom. She gulped in surprise 
when the opening revealed a mirror. 

"This is a one way mirror," he explained, squatting forward, and motioning 
for her to do likewise. "We can see into the other room, but the people in 
there can't see us." He edged over to make room for her. "There! What'd I 
tell you!" His voice contained a note of triumph. 

Carol peered into the one way mirror. She gasped in dismay. She could 
clearly see into the other room. A complete view of the entire bedroom. From 
her vantage point, she could look directly onto the queen sized bed. The 
room was well lighted and the view was uninterrupted., She could clearly see 
the two people in the other room. 

Paul and Laura were on the bed. They were bare-assed naked! It hadn't taken 
them. long to renew their old acquaintance and to take up where they'd 
apparently left off at college. At the moment, Paul had his big cock shoved 
deep into Laura's cunt. Unhurriedly, and with deft experience, he was 
shoving cock into cunt and giving kisses to her lips and feels to her boobs. 
An idylic scene of man fucking girl, and girl enjoying man fucking her. 

She stared aghast at the scene. Her hopes that he wouldn't go through with 
it were dashed. He hadn't wasted any time. Slightly more than fifteen 
minutes had elapsed since he and Laura had left the living room. 

Vaguely she heard Don's voice in the back-ground. While she scrootched 
around on her knees, with fanny wiggling and head resting on the bed while 
she watched the horrifying scene in the next room. 

"I had this mirror installed," Don explained, "to take care of situations 
like yours. Some wives are reluctant about swapping at first. Like you, they 
don't believe their husbands would actually go through with it. Laura, of 
course, sees to it that they do. And this way, the wives can see for 
themselves. ..." 

While explaining the ground rules, Don divested himself of his clothes. Now, 
stark naked and thoroughly aroused, he stroked gently at the adorable 
wiggling ass before him. He was in no rush. He enjoyed the sight. This kid 
was without a doubt the prettiest and youngest swapper that had been brought 
to him. Practically a virgin. A petite darling. 

He eased her mini-skirt up over her wiggling asscheeks. He knelt behind her 
behind. Very carefully, so as not to startle her too much, he eased forward 
from his crouched position. His face was in direct line with her butt. She 
still had on her pink panties. He made no effort to remove the filmy 
garment. Instead, he kissed her silken clad asscheeks, ever so gently and 
slowly. He nipped at her covered asshole with his swabbing tongue. 

Using his tongue like a paintbrush, he swabbed her exposed ass. and thighs. 
With each stroke of his tongue, his prick grew in size. Don was a heavy hung 
bastard and his cock hung in front of him like a huge flagpole. 

Carol, intent on watching the action on the bed in the other room was 
vaguely aware of his explanation of why he'd installed the mirror. With each 
stroke of Paul's cock into Laura's pussy, her rage mounted. She wished she 
could open the mirror and hurl a few choice words at the bastard. Read the 
riot act to him. The no good, two-timing bastard. She hadn't dreamed he 
would go through with it. She'd thought he was bluffing. 

Now she couldn't doubt the evidence before her eyes. For the first time 
since they'd married, the bastard was cheating on her. Right before her very 
eyes. Her initial rage gave way to sorrow and remorse. She had failed him 
somewhere along the line. Otherwise he wouldn't be wanting someone else. She 
had tried so hard the past few weeks to make up to him for the rebuffs she'd 
given him. She had tried to follow Debra's good advice, but apparently it 
had come too late. 

She had driven Paul to another girl. With her aloofness and frigidity, she 
had turned him off. Now he was being turned on by another girl. 

She was so intent on giving with her own inner remorse and turmoil that for 
quite some time she was unaware that activity was taking place behind her 
behind. She glanced around. 

Don was stark naked! 

At the moment he was bent forward. His hands were resting on her asscheeks, 
and his face was burrowed in her ass. She could feel his tongue shoving her 
panties into her asshole. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" 

"Sucking your asshole," he mumbled, drawing his face back a trifle, and 
winking lewdly. "You like?" 

Panic swept through her. She hopped from the bed, face flushed. "You lousy 
bastard!" She smoothed down her mini-skirt. 

Don chuckled and sat up on the bed. Lewdly he held his enormous cock toward 
her. "Come and get it, Baby!" 

"Why you ... you. ... " She turned away from him, haughtily. "Put your 
clothes on!" she ordered. 

Don shrugged, then with an impish smile on his face, he got up from the bed 
and reached for the clothes that he'd tossed aside. Unhurriedly, he slid one 
leg into his undershorts. Making no effort to pull it up over his surging 
cock, he murmured, "You sure you don't want this big cock, Carol?" He teased 
it upward so she could get a good view of it. "Remember what Paul's doing 
right now," he reminded. "He's got his big cock shoved right up Laura's big 
snatch!" 

Carol winced. How right he was. She tried closing her eyes to shut out the 
view of his big prick. Her eyes kept popping open, however. Curiosity was 
getting the better of her. Was his cock as big as Paul's? 

She turned around to face him. Her curiosity ebbed. It was replaced by a 
feeling of revlusion. Don had a big cock, all right. Maybe it was as big as 
Paul's. At the moment she didn't give a damn. The sight of the big, fat 
naked man standing before her, eyeing her and holding his cock toward her, 
turned her off! 

He was even hairier than Paul. His big, massive body was fringed with a mass 
of dark hair. A big mass of hair around his balls. Hair on his arms and 
legs. Thick mat of hair on his chest. His titties were large, almost 
girl-like. Don had a beer belly that bulged before him like a pregnant 
woman's. The lustful look in his beady eyes, the way he jerked his cock 
suggestively toward her, and his all around ugliness turned her completely 
off. 

At the moment she could care less about the size of his prick. At the moment 
she wanted only one thing -- to get away from the hairy bastard. She 
couldn't work up any enthusiasm for him. "I'm leaving!" Her voice was flat, 
final. He had mentioned he wouldn't force her. 

His mouth drooped in amazement. It was a first time for him. Never before 
had he encountered a girl who could tear herself away from his enormous 
cock. It was his big cock that had earned him the reputation of ladies' man 
he'd had at college. "You're leaving?" he gulped, sagging. 

"Don't try to stop me!" she warned, easing past him and heading toward the 
door. 

He smiled feebly, still half in shock, still hopefully holding his cock 
toward her. 

"You can tell that bastard in the next room that I've taken the car. And you 
can tell him for me that I don't give a damn if I never see him again. ..." 

* * * 

The sobs were still coming and her eyes were red rimmed from the many tears 
she'd shed, when Paul slunk into their bedroom. She had been laying on the 
bed, sobbing up a storm for what seemed like hours. Her entire life had 
crashed about her. She was a crushed, broken-hearted little bride whose 
marriage was on the rocks. 

Her six month marriage had gone down the drain. All because of a knotheaded, 
spoiled brat of a husband. A philandering, no good bastard. A guy who 
preferred an old worn-out college chum to her. It seemed inconceivable that 
he'd want to swap with other guy's wives when he had her. Her ego had taken 
a shattering beating. Her pride had been jolted. She just couldn't 
understand the workings of the male mind. Why, she asked herself for the 
umpteenth time would he want a washed up girl like Laura when he had her? 

The question was still buzzing around in her mind when he slunk into the 
bedroom, a silly grin on his vapid face. 

"Hi, hon," he murmured, stepping gingerly toward the bed, with a hopeful 
grin on his stupid face, and his eyes filled with apology. "I'm sorry. ..." 
He reached for her. 

She hopped up on the floor at the other side of the bed. "Don't touch me, 
you bastard!" 

The hopeful grin faded. "I said I'm sorry. I didn't know Don had that 
see-through mirror. I figured I'd just slap a fast fuck into Laura for old 
times then that would be the end of it. No more swapping -- at least for 
tonight. And I kind of figured, maybe good old Don would work his charms on 
you." 

"Charms! Ugh! That big, fat, ugly bastard!" She winced, and the venting of 
her rage on the description of his friend erased some of her turmoil. 

Paul was quick to take advantage of the momentary ebbing of her anger. "He's 
not all that ugly. The girls used to flock after him at college." 

"And flock after you, too, I suppose, judging from what I witnessed in that 
bedroom!" Carol stomped over and flopped on her vanity stool and began 
brushing her hair as an outlet to her emotions, "It didn't take you long to 
renew your friendship with Laura!" 

He hovered nearby, a hopeful look on his face. She hadn't clobbered him, or 
thrown something at him. "I guess that kind of shook you, eh, hon?" 

She nodded, and said flatly, "Enough to make me realize I can't live with 
you anymore!" 

"What do you mean?" 

"It means I'm leaving you." She swung around on the stool. "I'm going home 
to mother!" Having delievered her ultimatum, she stepped over to the closet 
and pulled out her suitcase. Opening her bureau drawers she began stuffing 
clothes into it. She didn't really want to make this move, but it seemed the 
only way. Her mother would accept her back into the fold -- reluctantly. 
Mother already had her hands full with her own family still at home. 

"Wait! Can't' ,we talk things over?" 

"There's nothing to talk about!" She slammed things into the open suitcase. 
"You two-timing bastard! I hate you! I hate you!" she sobbed and packed. 
Sobbed and packed. 

Only now she was getting some assistance in the suitcase packing department. 

Paul was helping her toss her clothes into the bag! 

"Hey, what are you doing?" 

He regarded her with his dark, sorrowful eyes. "I'm helping you pack." His 
voice contained overtones of sadness. 

"You want me to leave?" 

"Not really, but I'm not going to stop you. Our marriage isn't working out. 
We've been building up to this for some time. Ever since you started 
sluffing me off at night. I warned you that if you didn't want to fuck, I 
could find someone that would!" He clucked his tongue sadly. 

Her rage seeped away. Panic set in. "That's right! Blame me! I guess I told 
you to go into the bedroom and fuck Laura!" she screamed. 

He nodded. "By your actions of the past couple of months, you more or less 
forced me into it." He shoved some of her undies into the suitcase. "There! 
You're almost packed. You can leave now. Goodbye." 

She sank onto the bed. The panic built higher. She didn't really want to 
leave. She'd been bluffing. Hoping she could use the, threat to exact some 
kind of a promise from him. Like no more swapping. Maybe he was right. Most 
of their problems were her fault. She had been giving him the brushoff. She 
had stopped after she'd had her long talks with Debra, but maybe by then it 
was too late. 

Compared to him, she was just a kid. Maybe she was expecting too much from 
the adult world. Her hangups about sex were out of place and old fashioned. 
She should forget her inhibitions and let it all hang out. Like the 
master-slave bit they'd been working on. That had been fun, but there again 
it was too little and too late. She had hurt him too deeply for him to 
quickly forget. The opportunity to become a swapper with Don and Laura had 
been too much for him to resist. 

Heaving a deep sigh, she stood up and began unpacking her suitcase. She 
couldn't go through with the bluff. She couldn't go home to mother. They had 
no room for her. Somehow, she'd have to cope with things here. Get him to 
love her again like he had when they'd first married. Since her talks with 
Debra, she'd had sense enough to realize she'd hurt his ego and pride. A man 
doesn't like to be turned off. She had turned him off too often. She had 
brought this on herself. 

She had literally, shoved him into the arms of another girl. This, plus the 
fact that he was such a spoiled brat, was enough to drive the wedge between 
them. Her weepings, wailings and threats to leave were not enough 
ammunition. She'd have to try something else. But what? 

She wiped the tears from her eyes. She stopped sobbing.' She continued 
unpacking and putting her things back in the drawers. He regarded her 
quizzically. 

"You're not leaving?" 

She shook her head. "Not tonight! It's too late. I couldn't barge in on Mom 
this late." She glanced at her watch. 

"You could go to a motel." 

She flushed. Damn him, he was trying to get rid of her. "You want me to 
leave?" 

"I don't want you to stick around and have things the way they've been. It 
isn't working out. You're not what I expected in a wife. You're too damned 
frigid, or something. You're not normal. I guess it's just as well we split 
now. It's out in the open. Let's make the break while we're in the mood. If 
you want a divorce, so be it. But obviously we can't keep on living together 
like we have been. Being married to you is like being married to a 
refrigerator. You're a frigid girl. I'm too hot to want to stay married to 
someone like that!" 

"Paul! Don't say such things!" 

"It's true, damnit! I found that out tonight with Laura. Now, there's a girl 
who appreciates a guy. It was the best damned fuck I've had in months. She 
don't hold back at all. She goes all out. It was like old times, fucking a 
girl who really likes to fuck!" 

"Paul! Stop talking like that!" 

He shoved his nose within inches of hers. "Don't tell me to stop talking! 
I'll say what I want. You didn't help things out any by walking out on Don. 
You insulted him. He was good enough to want to swap with us, but what did 
you do? Hah! You got up on your high horse and walked out!" 

"But I don't want to be a swapper!" 

"Well, I've got news for you, wifey dear. I like swapping! I'm going to 
continue swapping -- with, or without you! You can leave, or you can stay. 
If you stay, I can guarantee you it'll be on my terms! Since you're such a 
frigid girl, I won't bother you in the future, if you do decide to stick 
around." 

"But ..." She tried to get a few words in edgewise. 

"Shut up, I'm not finished saying my piece." He glared, then added, "You 
have a choice. Leave, or stay under my terms. Give it plenty of thought. 
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go sleep in the spare bedroom tonight!" 

Having delivered his ultimatum, he stalked haughtily from the room. 

CHAPTER SIX 

" ... and that," concluded Carol, smiling ruefully, "is what happened last 
weekend between Paul and me" She was in Debra's kitchen, sipping coffee, and 
giving with the latest episode in her own life soap opera. Paul had gone off 
to work. It was Monday morning. She had come to visit Debra for solace and 
advice. 

Debra clucked sympathetically. She felt a great empathy for this little 
girl. Almost a mother-like feeling. Debra was a firm devote of the 
television soap operas and Carol with her problems was akin to the many 
programs she watched on the boob tube. "So Paul is bound and determined to 
become a swapper?" 

"He is -- with or without me!" Carol sniffed and was on the verge of 
sobbing. For two days now, she'd been mulling over the argument she and Paul 
had had, and the final ultimatum he'd left her with. Go along with it, or 
leave. Regardless of her decision, he was a swapper. 

Debra reached over, took her hands in hers and squeezed intimately. "You 
really don't want to leave him?" 

"Not really." 

"And you don't want to be a swapper?" 

"Hell no!" Carol shuddered. "I love him. I want him. I don't want to share 
him." 

"Personally, I think Paul's some kind of a nut, wanting to swap a beautiful 
girl like you." She arose and gathered the sobbing girl to her ample 
embrace. "There. There. Little darling," she breathed huskily. "Have a good 
cry." She nuzzled Carol to her bosom, covered by a slinky housecoat. 
Stroking Carol's long, lovely blonde hair, she murmured, "I'll think of 
something. There must be someway to get that addle-headed husband of yours 
back in the groove -- your groove." 

Carol snuggled deeper into the warm embrace of this older girl. She felt 
safe in this haven. She felt at ease in the presence of this wonderful 
friend. "Let's go to your bedroom so I can have a good cry?" she suggested, 
sliding her hands inside Debra's housecoat and feeling of the dark-haired 
girl's nakedness. The touch of Debra's bare skin excited her and chased away 
some of her sadness. 

"Sure, darling," breathed Debra, in her low, throaty voice. Wrapping her arm 
around the teenaged darling, she led the trembling girl to her bedroom. 
Arriving in the room, she hastily straightened the covers on the bed, and 
prepared for action. She slid from her garment and quickly undressed her 
adorable little neighbor. Her eyes lit up and she moistened her lips with 
her tongue. This kid turned her on more than she would care to admit. 

Sitting on the bed, she drew naked Carol to her and, kissed her. She hugged 
the nude lovely and since her face was pressed against Carol's belly, she 
nipped, kissed and sucked at the tender flesh. She stroked her hands on 
Carol's cute, out-thrust butt. "God, how I love you, little darling," she 
moaned happily, tears of joy in her eyes. She always got soft, moist and 
gooey in the naked presence of this teenaged delight. 

Carol eased down on her lover. Her breasts were atop Debra's head. She 
stroked Debra's bare back. She pushed her stomach forward for more kissing 
and nipping. 

Debra eased her away slightly, holding her by the hips and staring in 
admiration at the lovely teenaged blonde. Her eyes were pools of passion and 
lust. Normally Debra was a whorish type girl. A girl who thoroughly enjoyed 
the feel of enormous cocks in her enormous cunt. But every so often a girl 
came along that turned her on. 

Carol was such a girl! 

Debra reached over and fondled Carol's large, solid titties. She cupped them 
upward. She kissed them. She nipped at the nipples. She drew Carol to her 
face and buried her own face deep in the valley between the lovely melons. 
She slurped in ecstasy. She drew one tit, then the other into her cavernous 
mouth. She murmured words of adulation. She touched the pink nipples and 
gently nipped them with her teeth, being very careful not to hurt her little 
darling with the big titties. 

She flopped back on the bed, drawing Carol on top of her. She still had a 
mouthful of tit. She pressed her own breasts against Carol's flat tummy and 
snatch while wrestling around on the bed with the hot teenager. She rolled 
on top. She spread Carol's legs apart. She crushed her big cunt against 
Carol's tiny one. She pressed her lips against Carol's in a tender soul 
kiss. She pressed her cunt lips against Carol's in a soul fuck. 

She eased her tongue far into Carol's mouth and Carol sucked it. Carol then 
eased her tongue into Debra's mouth for sucking. The two girls moaned, 
writhed and uttered animal like sounds as they serviced each other. Carol 
rolled on top and pretended to be fucking Debra. "I wish I were a man," she 
whispered, winking lewdly. "They have all the fun." 

"You're not hairy enough to be a man, darling, and besides you don't have a 
prick." 

"I know, but I love girls!" gasped Carol, shoving her cunt up and down on 
Debra's cunt. 

Debra smiled knowingly. "That's your big problem, darling. That's why you're 
not making it with Paul. You're a girl lover. A queer. A Lesbian at heart." 

"I am not!" 

"Hah! I'll prove it!" Debra shoved Carol down on the bed. She sat up against 
the backboard. She spread her legs apart. She drew her knees up. She was now 
in a squatting position with back against the top of the bed and legs spread 
wide, cunt completely exposed. "Come and get it, queer bitch!" she invited, 
humping her pussy suggestively. "Come suck my cunt." She stroked her pussy 
with her fingers and spread her cunt lips wide and invitingly. 

Carol squatted on her knees before the older girl and started in awe at the 
wonderous view. Lewd glints appeared in her eyes. The sight turned her on. A 
nice, big hairy gash. Thick vaginal lips. A big clitty button. Pink, moist 
inner walls. Big, solid titties hanging down from the way Debra was squatted 
against the bed. She could see Debra's puckered, brownish, hairy asshole. 
This, too, looked as if it had been well used by cocks. 

She eagerly accepted Debra's invitation to lust. She crawled forward on her 
knees, placed hands on Debra's creamy thighs and gently fondled the lovely, 
tender flesh. She kissed Debra's ankles. She kissed her way up Debra's 
outstretched legs. She kissed Debra's knees, then slowly started her 
sucking, kissing journey down the inside of Debra's glorious thighs. She 
nipped, kissed and sucked at the pinkish, creamy textured skin. 

She came close to the big cunt and the excitement grew. She got a whiff of 
the pissy odor, and pressed on eagerly. Heat waves engulfed her. She peered 
up at Debra, and murmured, "Such a lovely pussy. Can I kiss it, dear?" 

"Be my guest!" Debra humped her big twat upward. "Suck it, you queer bitch! 
Kiss it! Make it cum -- right into your pretty mouth!" She writhed and 
moaned under Carol's tongue lashing. Carol now had her fucking face buried 
deep into her hot cunt. Carol was slurping in and out. She was nipping at 
the clitty. She was tongue swabbing the pissy cunt. She was finger fucking 
the brownish-colored shit chute. 

Carol eased Debra's legs up over her shoulders and burrowed deeper and 
deeper into the tangy, pissy cunt. Expertly she sucked, fingered and touched 
the entire area. She jabbed fingers into the asshole all the way up past the 
knuckles. She reamed her fingers around inside the gooey asshole. She licked 
her shitty fingers between nips at the cunt and asshole. 

She then eased her lover onto her side. This brought Debra's backside toward 
her. She pushed Debra's one leg far forward and half turned the dark-haired 
girl onto her stomach. This completely exposed Debra's cunt from the rear. A 
long gash, with thick vaginal lips and the entire big mound covered with a 
mass of jet black hair. Gently slapping Debra's big butt, she continued to 
suck her cunt from the rear. 

Debra moaned and thrashed around under Carol's expert tongue lashing. Again 
and again she spasmed. Then she bounced around on the bed, pushed Carol onto 
her back and wooped down on the tiny, golden-haired twat. Debra wanted a 
piece of the action and a big piece of the little cunt. 

The two girls were now in a conventional Lesbian pose. Carol with her face 
thrust forward, eagerly eating at Debra's pussy. Debra, with her face. 
thrust forward eagerly eating at Carol's cunt. Tongues dipped in. Fingers 
reamed assholes and cunts. Tongues swabbed cunts and teeth nipped at 
clitties. Two girls making love. A wondrous sight. Two lovely, naked, creamy 
white bodies bouncing around on the bed. Lovely breasts meshing together. 
Lovely butts bouncing in the breeze. Hands spanking asscheeks. Hands 
touching and fondling breasts. 

Lips kissing cunts, assholes and breasts. Tongues swabbing, inner thighs, 
inner cunts and inner assholes. Touching. Fingering. Sucking. Moans. Sighs. 
Love pats, Whimpers of delight. Wails of ecstasy. The build-up to a gigantic 
climax. 

Finally both girls giving with the cum. Hot, creamy nectar flowing inwardly 
in two delicious cunts. Two tongues darting far in trying to get at the 
nectar juices. Faces pressed hard against hairy cunts while tongues darted 
far in seeking, seeking, seeking glorious, hot, creamy cum. ... 

Debra was the first to give ground. "Enough yet, darling! It's so good it 
hurts!" She pushed her little sucker away from her hot pot. 

Giving a last nip and suck at the glorious black-haired cunt, Carol backed 
away. She squirmed around in the bed and nuzzled against her lover. "I love 
you, dear," she whispered happily, nuzzling her breasts against Debra's, and 
pressing her lips to hers in a soul kiss. "I love you so much." 

She was glad now she'd visited Debra this morning. The dark-haired girl was 
one big reason why Carol hadn't finished packing and gone through with her 
threat to leave Paul this past weekend. She had been horsed off enough to go 
through with her threat to leave, but sometimes during the packing 
procedure, thoughts of Debra had seeped through her rage. She knew she'd 
have to talk things over with her before actually leaving Paul. 

Now she was glad she'd decided to wait. The session this morning had been 
just fabulous. The best session they'd had so far. Each time seemed to get 
better. Now that the jam session was over they could talk. Their lust and 
love had been momentarily sated. Time for reality. 

"I love you so much, Debra dear," she murmured huskily. "When I'm with you 
nothing else matters." 

"Not even Paul?" 

Carol sighed. "Not even Paul. I'd rather be with you." 

Debra eased her away. Holding her at arm's length and stroking the wondrous 
blonde hair, she muttered, "I'm worried about you, darling." 

"Oh?" 

"I think that at heart you're a Lesbian. I think you love girls more than 
men." 

"I do?" 

Debra touched Carol's lips. "I think you're a born cunt lapper, darling. 
You'd rather have these lovely lips pushed against a cunt than a man's lips. 
Right?" 

Carol blushed. "Gee, I'm not sure. I'll admit I do love kissing cunts, but I 
also like kissing men." 

"Me too." Debra giggled. "But I can turn it on or off. I'm a bi-sexual. I 
love men and girls, especially men. With you, however I think your 
preference is for girls." Debra sounded like a psychiatrist with a patient 
on a couch. "Like the other night -- at the swap party. When you saw Paul 
with his cock shoved deep into Laura's cunt. What were your true inner 
feelings? Did you resent the fact that he had his cock shoved in there, or 
did you inwardly wish that you'd had your mouth on her cunt, instead of his 
cock in it? Give with the truth, darling." 

Carol hedged. "I wish you wouldn't say such things." 

"Come off it, darling, When he was fucking her, didn't you have a fleeting 
moment of wishing you were sucking her pussy?" 

Carol nodded. Time for truth. During that awful moment when she'd peered 
through the mirror and saw Paul with his prick in Laura's cunt, she did have 
just such a thought. A desire to sink her fangs into Laura's pussy, even 
while Paul was fucking it. 

Debra smiled tolerantly. Having diagnosed her patient's problem correctly, 
she now had to come up with a solution. "We've got to do something about 
this hangup of yours, darling." She kissed her little lover. 

Carol snuggled to her bosom, pressing fingers against Debra's hot cunt which 
she began stroking. Debra's logic was unassailable. She did have this hangup 
about men, especially hairy ones. There was something about naked men that 
frightened her and caused her mental anguish. By. the same token there was 
something about lovely, naked girls that turned her on. It was frightening, 
but true. Fingering Debra's pretty pussy, she murmured. "What am I going to 
do, lover?" 

Debra cuddled the lovely teenager to her nakedness. She loved girls, too, 
but it was a love she could turn on or off at will. She didn't have Carol's 
aversion to naked, hairy men with big pricks. She loved them with the 
passion of a whore, which she was most of the time. The bigger the prick, 
the more she loved it. She knew she had to do something to try and get this 
kid back on the right path. "You really love Paul, don't you?" 

"I do. I do." 

"You really don't want to leave him, or get a divorce?" 

"No." 

"And you don't want to be a swapper?" 

"Hell no!" 

"Just so we've got the facts straight." She patted Carol's cute butt and 
cute pussy. "There must be some way we can keep Paul interested in this 
pussy, and keep him from wanting to swap." 

"Gee, I hope there's a way. I want things to be like they were before he met 
his friend Don." 

"Does Don have a big prick ?" 

Carol flushed. "Hell, I don't know. I wasn't interested enough to find out. 
Remember, I ran out on him. I only got a glimpse of his cock. Maybe it was 
big, maybe it was small, I didn't measure it!" 

Debra suddenly sat upright in bed. A big smile came to her face. She hopped 
to her feet. "That's it, darling! That's it! The answer to your problem. A 
cock! A big one! The biggest one I've ever seen, and believe me I've seen 
plenty." 

Carol swung around and sat on the edge of the bed, a puzzled frown on her 
face. "What're you talking about, Debra. A big cock. Who has a big cock?" 

"Harry!" 

"Harry who?" 

"Horsecock Harry Jones! That's who!" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Carol could sense that Paul was puzzled by her sudden change in attitude. 
They were having their long talk at last. She mentioned that she'd given it 
plenty of thought and had decided not to go home to mother. She'd stick 
around. 

"That means," Paul enthused, his eyes lighting up, "you'll try swapping?" 

She nodded resignedly. "I guess so." 

He hopped from the couch where he'd been reading the evening paper after 
having eaten supper and relaxing for the night. He dragged her to her feet 
and shoved a few kisses onto her lips. "Hon, I knew you'd see it my way! 
We'll have such fun!" 

She forced a smile and tried to match his enthusiasm. "I'll agree to give it 
a try -- on one condition." 

Paul frowned. "Oh?" 

"That if I don't like it, after I do it, you'll promise we won't have to 
swap again, ever?" She held her breath while outlining her terms and 
awaiting his answer. 

"Aw, hon, do we have to have any strings attached? Why not just get with it? 
Hell, everyone swaps anymore. Why shouldn't we?" 

"Because I'm your wife, Paul. I love you. I don't want to share you. I think 
swapping's terrible. I don't believe in it. But I also know what a knothead 
you are, and how you won't be satisfied until you get me to go along with 
you on it. All I'm asking is that you let me decide, after our first real 
swap party, if I like it, or not. If I want to continue doing it. That's not 
being unreasonable, is it?" 

"Well ..." He weighed her words. "I guess it wouldn't be. Maybe you've got a 
point. Some people are cut out for swapping. Some aren't. So, I'll promise 
one thing. After our swap party, I'll agree to have another discussion, 
before we make it a permanent way of life. Okay?" He deliberately left her 
question unanswered. 

Carol sighed and nodded. She'd have to settle for this half promise. 

He reached for the phone, his face wreathed in smiles. "I'll call Don. He's 
been bugging me for another get together." 

"Hold it!" She placed the receiver back on the hook, and smiled, "I've 
already made different arrangements." 

"What?" He ogled her suspiciously. "All this yakking you've been doing about 
being against swapping, yet you've made arrangements. With who?" 

"I knew you wouldn't be satisfied unless we gave it a try, so I've been 
talking things over with Debra." 

His eyes lit up. "The gay divorcee?" He hugged her close. "You know her well 
enough to talk about such things?" 

She nodded. "We're good friends. We visit each other often while you're at 
work. We sort of confide in each other." 

"And you talk -- about swapping?" 

Carol sighed. "Debra's been a swapper for years. That's what caused her 
divorce," she added nastily. 

He ignored the remark. "What's she got to do with us swapping?" 

"Debra throws parties at her apartment. You know that. Everyone knows it. 
Anyway, she suggested it might be nice if you and I, and maybe another 
couple join her this weekend at her apartment. Saturday night. She's having 
a boy friend over. Debra mentioned she kind of likes your looks, Paul. Even 
though you haven't been too friendly to her." 

"She likes me, huh? H'mmm. She's sure a good looking chick. The reason I 
haven't been making a play for her is because it's too close to home. I 
figure you might get jealous." 

"I probably would've, but since you've got your bullhead made up about 
swapping, I figure it may as well be with someone I like. Debra. And I was 
thinking, since Debra mentioned we should ask another couple to come, you 
could ask Don and Laura." 

He beamed. "Swell, I'll see Don at lunch tomorrow. I'm sure he'll go for 
it." 

"That's nice." Carol tried to maintain her cool, but inwardly she was 
heartbroken. Paul had gone along too willingly and too eagerly. 

"Who's the other guy? Debra's friend?" 

Carol crinkled her brows and frowned as though trying to recall a name. 
"Let's see .. . oh, yeah, she said it was a guy named Jones. Harry Jones." 

"H'mm. The name's familiar." He snapped his fingers. "Not the Harry Jones? 
The ex football player? The guy who's on TV now? That the one ?" 

She nodded. "Debra did mention the guy once played football, and is 
currently on TV." 

"I'll be damned!" Paul was much impressed. 

* * * 

Carol also was very much impresesd at first sight of Harry Jones. He was a 
handsome hunk of manhood. He was six feet two inches, weighed two hundred 
and ten pounds, was twenty-eight years old and had long wavy hair and nice 
soft, brown eyes. 

He had a handsome face, despite the bashing around he had received as a 
running back in college and pro football. Harry had a quick, ready smile and 
a very pleasant voice. The voice that had gotten him on many television 
programs. He had an outgoing personality and a pleasant manner. A very 
likeable guy. At the moment he was dressed in sports shirt and slacks and 
appeared to be in tip top condition due to his daily sessions in the gym to 
keep in shape. 

Harry gathered Carol's hands into his huge ones and cut loose with his 
famous smile. "So you're Carol ?" His eager brown eyes registered approval 
as he ogled her from stem to stern. She had on a mini-skirt and a white 
blouse. The picture of innocence. "Debra's been telling me about her little 
teenaged friend. She under-estimated your beauty." 

She flushed under his gaze, and flattery. "Hi." 

The introductions over, the gang congregated at the bar. Harry acted the 
part of the host, since they were in Debra's apartment and he was her date. 
He poured a round of drinks for the group. 

Debra sidled up to her on the next bar stool. Leaning forward, she 
whispered, "What do you think of handsome Harry?" 

"He's a doll. I've seen him on TV a few times, but he's even better in real 
life." 

"Wait'll you see that prick of his." Debra rolled her eyes ceilingward. 
"You'll flip." 

"Oh you!" 

Debra grimaced. "Looks like you'll have to wait a while though, Look at 
them!" There was a trace of annoyance in her voice. The three men were 
grouped at the far end of the bar, talking about, of all things, football! 
Paul and Don, awed at being in the presence of the great one, bombarded 
Harry with questions about football, and the many games he'd played in. 

They had come to Debra's for a swap party, but at the moment, swap was the 
farthest thing from their mind. Bending the elbow and trying to sound 
knowledgeable, they yakked up a storm about football. 

Debra turned to the other girls, and smiled. "We'll let the bastards talk 
awhile and get oiled up, then we'll move in on 'em. Remember the game plan, 
girls?" She referred to a scheme they had cooked up prior to getting 
together. The plan to get Paul off the swapping kick. Laura had agreed to go 
along with the idea since she, too, was not too keen about swapping. If she 
could help a fellow wife out, she was all for it. Girls sticking together. 

After giving the boys time to get acquainted with their celebrity guest, and 
time to hash and rehash football games, Debra decided it was time for fun 
and games. Stepping over she turned on the hi-fi y set and the soft, mood 
music fill the room. 

Debra stepped over to the group of fast talking men, slid in between them, 
and held up a hand. "Okay, boys, the gabfest's over. Time for fun and 
games." Holding hands towards Paul, she said, "How 'bout you and me dancing, 
neighbor?" 

"Sure -- neighbor!" He hopped up and cradled her in his arms. He'd already 
had a fair share of drinks and was rapidly getting heated up. 

He nuzzled Debra's lush titties against his sports shirt and moved around in 
front of the bar. He slid his hand down on her ample butt, covered by a 
mini-skirt, and eased his hardening cock, covered by his slacks, against her 
snatch. He wanted to prove to his hostess that he was getting into the 
proper mood. His cock was beginning to surge, thinking of the evening ahead. 

Harry quickly gathered Laura into his embrace and waltzed her around the 
small dance area. He, too, grabbed a handful of cute ass-cheek, while 
dancing. 

Don and Carol joined the swinging, swaying group. 

This seemed to be the logical lineup for the swap party. Paul-Debra. 
Harry-Laura. Don-Carol. 

The couples danced, drank some more and danced some more. With each passing 
minute, they grew hotter and hotter. The mood became gay. The girls began 
letting their guard down and the boys began letting their shirts down. In 
between drinks, dances and trips to the bar, the men stripped to their 
waists. All three young men were handsome specimens of manhood. Paul and Don 
were not quite as big and muscular as Harry, but they were good to look at. 
The three men laughingly flexed their muscles and showed off before the 
girls. 

Debra, sensing the party was going according to the game plan, said, "Okay, 
girls. Let's join the men in the nude bit!" She quickly stripped off her 
blouse. She had no bra on. Her lush melons bounced enticingly forward to the 
approval of Paul who was dancing with her. 

Paul gulped in awe and fondled the lush melons of the exotic ex-dancer. 
"God, what a pair of knockers!" He fondled and squeezed. 

Laura quickly slid from her blouse and bra. Harry gurgled in appreciation, 
then he, too, squeezed and fondled. 

Carol, blushing hotly, joined her half naked sisters in lust. Don, his face 
beaming with lewdness and delight, fondled, squeezed and gurgled. 

The three half naked couples danced, drank and moved around a bit more. Then 
Harry paused momentarily and slid from his slacks. He was setting the pace. 

Stark naked! 

The rest of the group, with the exception of Carol, quickly rushed to catch 
up with the pace setter. Five naked people mingling around in front of the 
bar, giggling, laughing and pinching. All five were old hands at swapping -- 
Paul from his college days and his recent session with Don and Laura. The 
only jarring note to the scene was Carol. 

She stood apart from the group, still dressed in her mini-skirt and panties. 
She was also wearing a frown on her pretty face. 

All eyes turned in her direction. She blushed hotly. Then, catching Debra's 
warning glance, she ever so slowly slid from her mini-skirt. Inwardly she 
rebelled at what she was doing, but had decided to go along with it in hopes 
it might cure her knotheaded husband of swapping. 

She slid her mini-skirt off and tossed it on the pile of discarded clothes 
on a chair nearby. Then, feeling like a novice strip teaser, she slowly slid 
her panties down her lovely thighs and tossed the garment onto the pile. She 
stood before them -- naked and ashamed! 

"Wow!" Harry's voice was filled with awe while he ogled the pretty teenaged 
girl. "A real blonde!" His glance zeroed in on the tiny patch of golden 
pussy hair. The sight of the real blonde brought instant reaction. His half 
hard cock began to surge to enormous heights. The more he ogled the small 
triangular mound of hair and the luscious swinging breasts, the larger his 
cock grew. 

She sucked in a deep breath as she stared at the marvelous sight of a man 
getting a hard-on just from staring at her cunt. She watched while it grew 
bigger and bigger the more he looked. She almost smiled. No wonder Debra had 
giggled when she'd mentioned his guy's nickname. 

Horse Cock Harry! 

His prick was truly as big as a horse's, though truthfully she hadn't viewed 
many horse cocks in her short life. Harry's emerging hard on made Paul's and 
Don's seemed small by cornparison. 

Carol was not alone in her analysis of the cock. Paul, Don, Laura and Debra 
were also viewing the famous football player's hardening cock. With the 
exception of Debra, they were all very much impressed. 

Debra, having sampled the enormous cock in her enormous cunt many a time, 
was no longer overwhelmed at the sight of it. Sort of old hat to her. 

Laura, never having been fucked by such an enormous weapon, smiled hopefully 
and edged toward Harry. 

Paul and Don both stared hard at Harry's hard-on. Both men wore thoughtful 
expressions on their faces as they mentally catalogued the size of the prick 
and compared it to their own smaller ones. It was a sight to make men 
thoughtful. 

Debra broke the thoughtful silence. The hostess of the group held up a hand 
and said, "Okay, folks, time to choose partners for swap." Then, putting her 
game plan in action, she quickly added, nodding to Carol, "Since you're the 
youngest member of the group, and since this'll be a first time for you, 
we'll let you take your pick of the men. And please," she added jokingly, 
"don't choose your own husband!" 

Carol nodded. The game plan. The show-down. Stepping over, she wrapped 
fingers around Harry's huge cock. "I think I'll take this cock!" She smiled 
inwardly when she noticed the expression of discontent on Paul's face when 
she wrapped fingers around the huge cock. 

Laura, who was also in on the plan, quickly stepped forward, a frown on her 
pretty face. She eased fingers onto Harry's cock. Even with the two hands 
wrapped around his Wang, there was still plenty of cock showing. "That isn't 
fair," complained Laura, pouting. "I want first crack at this lovely' 
prick!" 

Debra chuckled. "H'mmm. This presents a problem. Not that I blame you girls. 
I kind of want to feel this big old cock up my cunt, too, but I'll yield to 
you. One of you can have him. Which one?" She winked as both girls nuzzled 
up to Harry and his big prick, and neither girl gave ground, or prick. She 
turned to the other men. "Any suggestions, boys?" 

Paul, his face a deep study of discontent, snapped, "Let Harry take Laura. 
Don take Carol and I'll take you. That'll even things up." At the moment he 
wasn't sure he wanted even that arrangement. The sight of Harry's big cock 
and the way Carol was toying with it caused deep mental anguish. 

"Sounds good to me!" Don had been eyeing the glorious golden-haired snach 
that had been denied him once before. He wet his lips and headed for his 
prize. 

Holding up a hand, Carol shook her head. "Un-unh." Glaring at Paul, she 
said, ever so sweetly, "I agreeed to come to this swap party because you 
insisted. Now I'm here and like Debra says, I should get first choice. I 
choose big cock Harry." Gently she jerked big cock Harry's big cock. 

Paul groaned and shook his head. He'd been trapped in a scheme of his own 
making. "That wouldn't be fair. We've got to pair up. Laura wants him, too. 
Let her have him. You take on Don." To his tortured thoughts, he would much 
rather have Don's rather small cock sliding in and out of Carol's very small 
cunt than have that big, monstrous horse cock of Harry's doing its damage. 

Debra let them argue and stew for a while. She rather enjoyed this game. 
Normally her swap parties went off smoothly. The groupies seemed to pair up 
automatically and do their things. Tonight was different, and purposely so. 
She had arranged it this way and had thoroughly briefed the other girls. 

The two lovely girls both had their hands wrapped around the big prick. Both 
were demanding first crack at it. Both husbands were trying to talk some 
sense into their wives. Both wives were purposely acting bullheaded about 
it. Neither would bulge from the hard cock. 

Harry was enjoying the feel of the hands on his cock too much to take sides. 
He was a fair minded man. He would settle for either girl. He wished they'd 
get it settled so he could start fucking. "Make up your minds, folks!" He 
grinned. 

Debra finally held up a hand. "I've got the solution, folks." 

"Oh?" All eyes turned toward her. 

Grinning impishly, Debra announced, "Both girls want you, Harry. Do you 
think you can handle them both?" 

"Me? Handle these dolls?" Harry's eyes lit up. "Hell yes. I can take them 
both on! You mean," he added, a touch of awe in his voice, "I can have both 
of 'em?" His prick surged to new heights at the thought. 

Debra nodded. "Guess that's how it'll have to work out. At my parties, the 
girls choose their partners. They've chosen you. So go ahead, take them!" 
Patting both girls on the fannies, she shoved them forward. "You can use the 
first bedroom to the left." 

When the happy trio headed toward the bedroom, Paul cut in with a howl of 
rage, "Hold it! This isn't fair. This isn't swapping!" 

Don echoed his protest. Again he was being denied the lovely little 
golden-haired pussy. "Yeah, I agree with Paul. How about us?" 

Debra gathered the protesters to her by wrapping hands around their half 
hard cocks. "Relax, boys, I'll take good care of you. I can handle both of 
you." She chuckled, and headed her group toward her bedroom. 

"But ... but. ..." Paul dragged his feet. 

"But ... but. ..." Don dragged his feet. 

Debra put an end to the foot dragging. She was a big girl, with a big cunt 
that needed tending to. She hauled both men to her bedroom. Before closing 
the door, she gave a wink to Carol and Laura, she murmured, "Have fun, girls 
!" 

"We will," promised Carol, entering the room with horse cock Harry in tow -- 
her hand on his prick. 

"We will," Laura echoed her sentiments. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Carol removed her fingers from the huge cock upon entering the bedroom. She 
closed the door and stood in the middle of the room. Debra's plan had worked 
so far. Getting Harry into this bedroom with them, after giving Paul and Don 
a good view of the king-sized cock they were going to get. The basic 
thinking behind the plan the girls had cooked up was simple: once Paul got a 
good view of the enormous cock that would be shoved up Carol's tiny cunt, he 
should get second thoughts about swapping. 

Under ordinary circumstances, no normal man would want to subject his wife 
to such a huge prick. A prick that would have a tendency to make a big cunt 
out of a little cunt. 

Once Debra had explained her theory to Carol, and had mentioned Horse Cock 
Harry, she had gone along with the deal. Not that she was looking forward to 
taking on the big bastard, but because it did seem like a way to get Paul 
out of the wife swapping kick. 

Carol reasoned that Paul, who had a nice sized cock himself, would probably 
not want to subject her to enormous cocks like Harry's. His idea of swapping 
was to pair up with compatible companions, with equal sized cocks and 
pussies. She could sense that Paul had been deeply troubled at sight of 
Harry's cock. He had initially been enthused and impressed because it was 
the Harry Jones, football star. 

He had been looking forward to meeting the guy. Now, having met him and 
having also met his cock, she could sense that Paul's enthusiasm had waned. 
That possibly he was beginning to have second thoughts about the whole 
thing. She kept hoping that he would come barging in the - bedroom like a 
knight in shining armor to rescue her from the big shaft. 

At the moment Harry had her in his clutches. He was kissing her, squeezing 
her lush melons against his not too hairy chest and was stroking her cute 
butt. "Cripes, you're a lovely girl, Carol," he murmured huskily, while 
stroking, fondling and squeezing. He eased her back to the bed and dumped 
her on it, like he used to dump tacklers. He quickly stretched her flat, 
lifted her knees, spread her legs wide and gazed in adoration at her tiny 
golden-haired cunt. His eyes were filled with reverence and awe. It wasn't 
often he had a chance to gaze upon a teenaged pussy. Most of his playmates 
were in their twenties and thirties. 

Laura, sensing his pre-occupation, hopped up onto the bed, flopped on her 
back, lifted her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Her nice sized, 
brown-haired twat twitched enticingly as she toyed with it and gently 
stroked it lewdly. "Don't forget me," she chuckled, "I've got a hot box, 
too!" She humped it up and down a few times suggestively. 

Harry, who'd knelt between Carol's wide, outstretched legs and had been set 
to ram his cock into her cunt, paused. It dawned on him that he wasn't being 
a perfect gentleman. He had promised to take care of both girls, not just 
this delectable teenaged darling. Laura had a point. He couldn't ignore her. 

With a big grin on his face, he flopped between them. Normally he didn't try 
two girls on for size at one time. An impossible task, since he had but one 
cock. He decided to let the girls take the initiative. Laying flat on his 
back, hands above his head and smiling contentedly, he said, "Okay, girls, 
get with it. There's my cock. You work something out." 

Laura giggled and quickly turned around on the bed. She got on her knees 
alongside him and faced down. This brought her face in close proximity to 
his prick. She motioned for Carol to follow her lead. 

Reluctantly Carol eased around on the bed. Her hopes that Paul would come 
barging in to save her were hashed. She knew that at this moment, he 
probably had his cock buried deep in Debra's cunt. Sighing with discontent, 
she turned her attention to the business at hand. She squatted on her legs 
opposite Laura who was playing with Harry's big prick. Laura gently handled 
the huge monster. She wrapped her hands around it and slowly jerked it. 
Carol reached over and grabbed a handful of cock. She felt it snap to 
attention when her fingers closed about it, and heard Harry's moan of 
happiness. 

"Isn't this a big one!" gushed Laura, bending over and kissing the cockhead. 
She teased her tongue all around the piss slit and bulging knob and onto the 
foreskin. "I'll bet it's a good mouthful!" Laura slowly eased her mouth 
down. Her mouth expanded to take the huge shaft. Down. Down. Shoving hands 
aside she drew the huge cock into her eager mouth. Her cheeks billowed in 
and out as she inhaled the mighty cock. 

She pulled back, and gurgled, "Here, hon, you try it!" she invited 
generously. 

Shrugging disconsolately, Carol eased her face down. She wasn't quite in the 
mood yet. Disappointment was still with her. She had been hoping against 
hope that Paul would be here by now. He wasn't. She eased her tongue out and 
licked the huge cockhead. A few drops of cum oozed from the slit. She licked 
the hot stuff into her mouth and swallowed it. 

Her interest began perking up as she swabbed the huge, bulbous cockhead. It 
suddenly dawned on her. The guy had a monstrous cock! 

Until now, she'd been vaguely aware of the size of it. She'd been too intent 
on her other worries to pay much attention. Now, with the damned thing at 
her lips, it dawned on her what she was coping with. She opened her mouth 
wide and slowly slid it onto the big, fat prick. She gagged and almost 
choked as the big penis slid down her throat. She adjusted and worked it in 
and out of her mouth slowly. 

"Take it all!" encouraged Laura, stroking her sucking partner's blonde hair 
and gently easing the sucking face downward. 

Carol's excitement grew as she inhaled the prick. She had it almost all in 
her mouth. She judged it to be at least nine inches long and a couple inches 
thick. A veritable horse cock. And she was taking it! Her nose bumped 
against his hairy belly when she hit bottom. She scrootched around to a more 
favorable position. Now her nose was buried in his big, hairy balls, while 
his cock was buried in her throat. 

She slid on top of him to a sixty-nine position. This made for more direct 
sucking and allowed his prick to slide all the way down. She eagerly sucked. 
"In. Out. The pissy odor emanating from his cock area excited her. The smell 
from his hairy asshole was heady. While sucking his cock, she jabbed fingers 
in and out of his puckered, brownish colored asshole. 

Then it happened! 

Harry, getting all charged up by the cock sucking lovely, pulled her down 
onto his face. He began sucking her tiny cunt! 

The two hot lovers thrashed around on the bed. He pumped his big cock in and 
out of her small mouth. She humped her tiny pussy in and out of his eager 
mouth. They fought each other for thrills. First he was on top, slamming his 
big prick into her now willing mouth, and rasping, "Take that, you filthy 
little slut! And that! I'm fucking your pretty face, you little bitch! You 
fucking baby-doll. You cock sucking slut. ... " 

"Yes. Yes." She whimpered and moaned while accepting his huge shaft. She 
crunched her pussy onto his eager mouth. "Such my cunt, handsome. Suck the 
piss out of it. Make it cum! Make it cum. ... Oooooooh ... aaaaaaah...." 

Laura, momentarily sidetracked by the eager lovers, decided to get into the 
act. She scrootched in between them and pried them apart. She pushed Carol's 
hot cunt from Harry's hot mouth. "Let me get some sucking!" she squealed. 
She squatted her asshole directly on Harry's face. "Suck my asshole, you 
bastard!" 

Harry, momentarily deprived of a gorgeous cunt and suddenly saddled with a 
stinking ass-hole, adjusted quickly. Holding Laura up by the asscheeks, he 
raised and lowered her shit chute to his eager mouth. He kissed the brownish 
hole. He nipped it. He ran his tongue far in. Eagerly and happily he sucked 
Laura's shit chute while Carol continued to suck his big prick. 

At the moment Harry decided he was in seventh heaven. He was being assailed 
by two lovely girls. One an adorable teenaged blonde. The other an older, 
but almost as pretty brownette. 

Not a bad deal for a retired football player with a big cock. The sucking 
trio continued to get their licks in and bounce around on the bed. The girls 
took turns sucking Harry's cock. They took turns meshing their hot cunt and 
hot asshole onto his eager mouth. 

With each suck of Harry's big cock and each lick of his mouth at her cunt, 
Carol's inner revulsion underwent a change. This kind of action was 
exciting. Never before in her young life had she ever been subjected to such 
a huge prick. She ogled the immense, throbbing shaft in awe. She fondled it. 
She wrapped fingers around it. She kissed it. She ran her tongue the full 
length of it. She squeezed at his balls. 

Passion and lust built high in her. She knew now what Debra had been hinting 
at when she'd mentioned what Carol needed was a good sized cock like this to 
help her get over her sexual hangups. With each suck of the enormous cock 
she began wondering if she could take it up her tiny cunt. 

While she was toying with his cock, he was busily nibbling at Laura's lush 
titties. She had her hands around the back of his head and was pulling his 
hot lips onto her hot breasts. This left his cock free momentarily for Carol 
to play with. She played. She stroked. She sucked. Her pussy was on fire. 
From Harry's sucking of it, and from the expectation that soon she'd have 
this enormous cock shoved into it -- if she could take it! 

The time was now! 

Carol eased onto her back, next to the hot couple. She turned Harry onto his 
back. Holding his cock with one hand, she breathed, huskily, "I'm ready for 
fucking, Harry. Please?" 

Laura frowned, then quickly smiled. This had been part of the plan. To get 
Carol all heated up. To have Harry sock it to her. She quickly scrambled 
around on the bed, positioning herself alongside Carol. She eased Harry to 
his knees and in between Carol's outstretched legs. "Yeah, Big Boy!" she 
chortled. "Let's see you fuck this kid!" 

Harry, who'd been wondering what arrangements would be made for his 
pleasure, quickly obeyed the girls. He knelt between the lovely legs, lifted 
Carol's knees, spread her legs wider and stared in awe at the tiny crack. He 
sucked in a deep breath. "Such a tiny pussy," he breathed reverently, 
touching it and fingering it. He gazed at his huge cock, then stared at the 
small cunt. He shook his head. "Gee, I don't know if it'll fit." This had 
been a problem for years. Reaming out tiny twats with his huge shaft. 

He eased forward and teased his cockhead against the tiny slot. His huge, 
bulbous cockhead completely hid the tiny opening. Beads of sweat were on his 
forehead. He licked his chops and moved forward again. He felt the head 
slide in slightly. The cunt was an unyielding object. He gave another slight 
push. Gained another bit of entry. "Relax, Baby," he whispered, smiling 
reassuringly and touching her breasts with his free hand. The other hand was 
guiding cock into slot. 

She smiled bravely and nodded, trying to keep the tears of pain from her 
eyes. She tried relaxing, but instead found herself tensing. The cock was so 
huge. Her cunt was so small. "Shove it in, Harry," she whispered. 

He shoved. Not a mighty shove, but a gentle one. He had learned from past 
experience that at a time like this, gentleness is the key. Ever so gently, 
but firmly, he stroked his big shaft into the well sucked pussy. He felt the 
vaginal lips spread apart. He felt his solid cock pressing hard against the 
velvety walls. He felt his cock slide over the cute ditty button of love. He 
was in no rush to enter her. He meshed his cockhead around and about on her 
maidenhead for some time. "Easy does it, Baby. ..." 

She whimpered and moaned from the pain and anguish of the big cock that was 
barely in-side her tight pussy. She was glad he wasn't raping her. That he 
was easing in gently. She relaxed. With the relaxation of her cunt muscles, 
he managed to ease another inch of cock into the hole. Then another inch. 

He was sweating profusely. His brown eyes were alight with lewdness and 
passion. He beat down an overwhelming urge to shove his big cock far into 
the tiny cunt. He continued to be patient and gentle. He eased another inch 
inward and continued to stroke in and out with what he already had in. Her 
inner cunt walls were meshing hard against his plunging penis. He backed up 
slightly to get a good view of the action. 

His prick hardened even more at the sight. Her cute, puffy vaginal lips were 
firmly wrapped around his enormous shaft. With each inward and outward 
stroke, the tiny lips were moving in and out of her well. It was an awe 
inspiring sight. Never before had his prick been gripped so tightly by 
vaginal lips. This tiny, golden-haired twat was firmly wrapped around his 
huge prick in a vise-like grip. 

The inner juices were beginning to lubricate his shaft. He had two inches 
buried in, then three and ever so slowly he slid a few more inches. 

Carol wailed and moaned in pain and anguish as he shoved more and more cock 
into cunt. The big bastard was tearing her cunt apart at the seams -- or so 
it seemed. With each lunge inward, the pain increased, and became almost 
unbearable. She shoved, pushed, wailed and screamed. "Take it out! Take it 
out! It's too big! It hurts! Please take it out," she whimpered, and moaned, 
while thrashing under his power strokes. 

He no longer was kind and gentle. The sight of his enormous wand 
disappearing into the tiny, hairy cunt had turned him on. He pushed all the 
way in. He pounded her tiny pussy unmercifully. He could no longer contain 
his lust and passion. In. Out. He dipped his dip stick. He struck cum, some 
of it his. His face was a mask of fury, lewdness and lust as he fucked the 
small teenaged darling. "C'mon, you little bitch! Move it! Move it!" 

The little, teenaged bitch whimpered, moaned and sobbed, but she moved her 
ass. Seeing that her wails, tears and sobs were not having the slightest 
effect on the big cocked bastard who was now raping her, she relaxed and 
accepted her fate. And having relaxed and accepted, she found herself 
adjusting. 

The searing pain began to recede. Her inner juices, and his cum lubricated 
her cunt and allowed easier ingress of the mighty shaft. With each stroke of 
his big prick into her tiny cunt, she found the pleasure overcoming the 
pain. Soon the pain was all gone. Now it was all pleasure. 

She had met the big bastard and she had conquered it. Her tiny twat had 
accepted the challenge of the monster cock. Her tears dried. Her sobs 
stopped. The frown of discontent and anguish erased from her face. Her eyes 
were filled with lust and her mind filled with madness. "C'rnon, you big 
cocked bastard," she whimpered happily, "fuck it to me. Fuck the shit out of 
me. Ram me with that big cock. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oooooooh ... aaaaaah. ..." 

She bounced around like a whore out of control. At that moment she grew into 
womanhood. At that moment she knew the real meaning of man-girl love. All 
feelings of revulsion were long gone. She thoroughly enjoyed getting banged 
by this hairy bastard of a man. Debra had been so right. This guy Harry was 
the medicine she needed to help her get rid of her sexual hangups. 

Harry's big cock driving in and out of her tiny pussy had succeeded in 
driving out all the silly notions she'd had about hating men and loving only 
girls. Never again would that happen to her. Not as long as there were big 
cocked bastards around. With each driving of his piston, he succeeded in 
driving out her sexual aversions. 

She had found herself at last. And this was it. Being a swapper. She drew 
Harry deeper and deeper into her embrace. She wrapped her lovely legs around 
his hairy legs and pulled more and more cock into her cunt. "Fuck me, Harry. 
Fuck the shit out of me." In between urging him to greater efforts and 
realizing she'd passed her crisis, she noticed that they were no longer 
alone. The room seemed to be filled with people. 

Gathered around the bed, watching the wonderful rape of the teenaged bride, 
were the rest of the group. Debra, with a knowing smile on her face,. winked 
at Carol. She had taken on Paul and Don. She had brought them in here to 
watch the show. They, along with Laura, stood around the bed, applauding and 
silently, for some, approving the action. 

The one who wag registering complete disapproval was Paul. 

He was not applauding. He was not enthused. He was not getting worked up. He 
was very thoughtful as he watched the ex-football star pour his big cock 
into Carol's tiny twat. The twat that Paul had married six months ago. 

With each stroke of the huge cock into the tiny pussy, he winced. He noticed 
the expression of sheer lust and pleasure on Carol's face, and frowned. She 
had never gotten this worked up for him. He stared glumly into her sparkling 
eyes. 

"Fuck me, Harry!" joyously crowed Carol, humping up and down like a whore. 
Unmindful of the audience, she was giving a good account of herself. She 
felt exhilarated. Reaching out, she took Paul's hand. "Hold my hand, dear," 
she whispered, "while this big cocked bastard fucks me." She squeezed Paul's 
hand and whimpered in ecstasy and delight as Harry poured cock to her. "Like 
wow! It feels so good, Harry. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me good. 
Oooooooh ... Aaaaaaah. ..." She didn't miss a stroke while holding Paul's 
hand and humping up and down. 

Harry, an old hand at giving fucking exhibitions went all out. He pounded 
this teenaged delight unmercifully. In. Out. He buried his enormous cock. He 
meshed up and down on her lush tits while bouncing up and down. He tried to 
control his cum, but nature took its toll. The tightness of the cunt and the 
excitement of the moment were too much. "I'm gonna cum!" he wailed, happily, 
pounding in deeper and deeper. "I'm gonna cum! Cum with me. ..." 

"Yes. Yes." Carol humped harder and faster. "I'm gonna cum, too, big cock. 
Now. ..." She grabbed Paul and pulled him to her. "Kiss me, Paul! Kiss me 
while this big bastard fills my cunt with his cum!" 

Paul tried pulling away but she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled 
his face to hers. Their lips met. She pressed hard against his reluctant 
lips. She kissed him -- at the very moment Harry unloaded in her cunt! 

She squiggled, moaned and humped up and down like wild, unloading a gigantic 
orgasm. "I'm cuming!" she wailed and moaned between kisses. "I'm cuming! 
He's cuming. And you're kissing me dear! Right while Harry's filling 'my 
cunt with cum!" She moaned, whimpered and sobbed excitingly at the unusual 
circumstances. 

She held tightly to Harry's hairy legs and pulled him harder and harder into 
her cunt, to exact every fucking drop of his fucking prick into her 
splasming cunt. 

At the same time she kissed her husband tenderly and happily. Between kisses 
and moans, she murmured, "He's cuming in me, dear. He's shooting a load of 
hot cum in my cunt, while you're kissing me. Gee. This is fun!" 

They meshed around a bit longer. Paul continued to try to break away from 
the action that was causing him deep concern. This wasn't exactly what he'd 
had in mind about swapping. Having been shunted off onto Debra had been bad 
enough. Now, kissing his own wife while another guy was filling her cunt 
with cum was something else again. 

He finally broke away. Nature was taking its toll. Harry's cock was 
drooping. Carol's passion was ebbing. 

Paul glared. He frowned. "That wasn't very funny, Carol!" 

Carol nuzzled up to Harry who had flopped onto his side and was staring at 
the group with a vapid look in his glassy eyes. "I thought it was 
wonderful," Carol retorted. She ran her hands across Harry's hairy chest and 
toyed with his man-sized nipples. Returning Paul's glare with a sweet, 
disarming smile, she said, "Why don't you bug off, dear? Harry and me want 
to be alone, don't we?" 

Harry, too bushed at the moment to argue with anyone, nodded. "We sure do." 
Since she was fondling and tweaking his tits, he began fondling and tweaking 
hers. 

"Carol!" Paul bestowed a nasty glare. "Knock off this silliness." 

Carol continued to fondle Harry's tits and moved a hand down to his limber 
cock, which even in repose was majestic. "What silliness?". she smiled 
sweetly. "We came here to swap, didn't we?" 

"Yes, but. ..." 

"Well, I've chosen my swap partner for the night. Harry. Now, why don't you 
be a nice little husband and get lost? Go fuck Debra some more. Or maybe 
Laura will give you another crack at her crack!" She winked knowingly at 
Laura. 

Laura took the hint. She grabbed Paul by the arm and reached for his limp 
cock. "Yeah, Paul, let's you and me have a session." She eased him toward 
the bedroom door. 

"But ... but. ..." Paul objected. 

"Goodnight, dear!" Carol continued giving with the sweet, disarming smile. 

"But. ...Paul tossed in a last but hope-fully. Carol shook her head. 

He left the bedroom, followed by Don and Debra who knew when to leave a 
swapping couple alone. A couple who had found happiness atop a bed., Paul 
wore a very thoughtful expression on his face when he left the room. Very 
thoughtful. 

Carol turned to her new lover. The man who had succeeded in helping her get 
rid of her sexual hangups. The man who had turned her thoughts from 
Lesbianism to all girl thoughts. She gazed in admiration at the hairy 
bastard. There wasn't a trace of revulsion as she eyed him from stem to 
stern. She was going to thoroughly enjoy this hairy bastard -- if she could 
get him aroused again. 

She reached for his cock. The moment her fingers closed over the limp wand, 
it began to stiffen. She smiled to herself. There would be no problem in 
arousing the passion in this beast. 

No problem at all. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Carol eased back on the couch in Debra's living room and sipped at her 
drink. She was dressed in her favorite blue bikini. The tiny garments that 
accentuated her positives and brought out the wolf whistles from the male, 
and some female onlookers, at the project swimming pool. It was Wednesday 
afternoon. She'd just had a light lunch and in answer to Debra's phone call 
had dropped in on her best friend, allegedly for a dip in the pool and for 
some sun tanning. 

Debra, also clad in a form-revealing brief bikini, seemed to be in no hurry 
to get to the swimming bit. It was a warm, sultry afternoon. An ideal day 
for a dip in the pool. 

Debra busied herself around the living room a bit. She straightened up an 
ash tray here, a magazine there and tidied up the place in between pouring 
rounds of drinks. Finally, she came over and sat on the couch next to Carol. 
Glancing at her watch, she cut loose with a big smile. "I haven't seen you 
much since my last party-almost ten days ago." She let her hand slide down 
onto the top of Carol's bikini bra, and toyed with the crest of her lush 
melons. 

"I've been kind of busy. Did some shopping in town. We got a new lounge 
chair for Paul to rest his weary bones on after a hard day at the office." 
She smiled. 

Debra let her hand slide further down onto Carol's lush titties. Her eyes 
grew smouldery. "You sure turn me on, darling," she breathed huskily. "I can 
see why Harry flipped for you." She gently massaged Carol's breasts. 

Carol blushed at recollection of the swap party here the weekend before 
last. It was a night she would never forget. Horse Cock Harry had taken good 
care of her. He had devoted his entire night to making her happy, and he had 
succeeded. Not only had he succeeded in turning her on, but he'd also driven 
her sexual hangups to the back burner. The big, hairy bastard had driven all 
thoughts of revulsion from her mind. Her revulsion against hairy men. 
Harry's big cock had driven those goofy thoughts from her mind. 

Even now, with Debra clowning around with her tits, she didn't have the old 
urge to return the favor. 

Gently she disengaged Debra's groping fingers from her large, firm melons. 
Smiling blandly, she said, "How about if we go for a quick swim?" 

Debra's eyes clouded. "You don't want to have a quick session with me in my 
bedroom first?" She reseed her hand atop Carol's bikini bottom on the soft 
mound. 

"Not really, Debra. I kinda got out of that thinking -- since Harry." 

"Oh?" Debra pretended disappointment but continued to scratch at Carol's 
covered snatch. 

Carol smiled tenderly and humped her pussy forward. "If you want to suck me 
off, dear," she whispered, "go right ahead. I'll just lay back here against 
the couch and watch you." She gave a few more humps upward. 

Debra chuckled and bounced back on the couch, leaning against it with her 
back. "Hell no, darling, I don't want to suck your cunt. I'm just testing 
you. To see if you've really gotten over your lez hangup." She giggled. "I 
kinda figured Harry and his big cock would cure you." 

"It sure did." 

Glancing at her watch again, Debra murmured, "Speaking of Harry -- the 
bastard will be here soon." 

"Harry's coming here? Today?" Carol flushed hotly. 

"He sure is. He's coming here after he has lunch in town. Him and one of the 
associate producers of his TV show. Ray Edmonds." 

"Oh? And why am I here?" The flush on her face deepened. 

"He wants to meet you again. He wants Ray to meet you. He wants to invite 
you to his next swap party. This weekend." 

"Harry wants me to come to his swap party?" 

"And your husband too, of course." Debra leaned back on the couch and 
giggled. "Darling, you haven't lived until you've been to one of Harry's 
parties. Like wow!" Debra rolled her eyes expressively. 

"What are they like?" Carol could feel herself heating up just at the 
thought of getting another crack at big old Horse Cock. She knew Paul would 
be enthused about going too. Paul was the instigator of their swapping. She 
could accept for both of them -- if she were asked. 

"Well," explained Debra, half closing her eyes, "Harry and Ray rent this 
fabulous estate out on the Sound. They're both single, and they're _both 
swingers. Every so often they throw a bash that's like out of this world. 
They know a lot of show biz people. Young swingers, swappers and friendly 
types. Every so often they throw special parties. And this time they want to 
make you the star of the swap party." 

"Me?" 

"Usually," continued Debra, her voice soft, "there are a half dozen couples, 
some married, some single." 

"How am I going to be the star of such a group?" 

"You and Paul will be new members of the group. Harry puts on a show when he 
gets a new member like you. Picture yourself on a stage. In a bed. Movie 
cameras around taking the picture, with sound effects. Some of the 
partygoers are members of the TV network," Debra explained. "You'll be stark 
naked. The camera will be focusing in on you from all angles. Then the six, 
or maybe seven men at the party will strip and line up beside your bed." 

"What for?" Carol's eyes bugged wide in innocence. 

"To gang fuck you!" 

"What?" She was almost sorry she'd asked the question. "Gang fuck me?" 

"That's Harry's way of breaking in new girls for his special swap group. He 
knows that with such an adorable girl like you, all the guys at the party 
will want first crack at you for regular swap. So he came up with this 
brainstorm about letting all the guys get a crack at every new girl who 
joins his group. The men'll draw straws to see what position they take in 
line." 

"Gang fuck me?" Carol was still mulling over the remarkable statement. She 
could visualize in her mind six, or seven horny bastards lined up at her 
bedside, taking turns fucking her. 

Six, or seven horny bastards! 

"Gee, I couldn't do that! I've never been gang. fucked in my life." 

She shook her head. "Un-unh. I mean-like six, or seven guys in a row? I 
couldn't cope. The most I've ever done is a few times a" night -- with the 
same man." The man had been Harry, at Debra's recent swap party. And that 
hadn't been in a row. There had been long pauses in between. 

Gathering Carol's hands in hers, Debra smiled knowingly. "You can do it. 
Hell, I've taken on as high as twenty guys in one night." She patted Carol's 
crotch. "This little pussy'll surprise you, darling. It'll stretch a foot, 
but won't tear an inch. Hell, at Harry's parties, most girls get fucked a 
dozen times at least before the weekend's over." 

The thought was intriguing. Carol mulled over it, then the thought was 
thrust aside. Harry was entering the apartment, for which he had a key. He 
was followed by a handsome young man. 

Harry's face lit up. Swooping down, he lifted Carol to her feet and showered 
her with kisses. "Darling. Darling," he breathed huskily. "I'm glad you're 
here." He was dressed in slacks and sports shirt. Turning to his friend, he 
murmured, "Didn't I tell you she was something, Ray ?" He quickly made the 
introductions. "Ray Edmonds. Carol Collins." 

Ray gathered her hand in his and smiled. He was about twenty-four, a 
handsome hunk of man. He was heavy, about five foot ten, had mod cut longish 
blond hair and a wild moustache. His pinkish white skin was smooth and he 
had pale blue eyes. He, too, was dressed in a mod sports outfit. 

"So you're Carol?" Ray's voice was low and husky. In addition to being an 
associate producer of the TV show, he occasionally put in time as an 
announcer and part time guest. His pale blue eyes lit up as he ogled her 
from stem to stern. "Harry's been yakking about you ever since Debra's 
party. His teenaged delight, he calls you. H'mmm. I can see why he's been 
raving!" 

Carol flushed under his glance. "Hi, Ray." She withdrew her hand. 

Harry glanced at Debra. "You fill her in on my party this weekend?" 

"We were discussing it." 

Harry turned. "Well, how about it, pretty one? Will you and your husband be 
there?" 

"I'm not sure." She hedged. "I'll have to talk it over with Paul." 

Harry shrugged and smiled. "He'll come. After all, this swapping's his idea. 
When you tell him there'll be half a dozen beautiful chicks there, he'll 
jump at the chance." 

"In the meantime, let's go for a swim. That's what you guys came here for, 
isn't it?" Debra cut in. 

"Sure. We'll join you at the pool. Ray and me'll change into swim trunks." 
Harry headed for the guest bedroom which he used as though it were his own. 
He had a sizeable portion of his clothes stashed there, including swim 
trunks. 

At poolside, Debra turned to Carol. "Well, what do you think of Ray?" 

"He's a good looking guy. Does he have a steady girl ?" 

"Steady girl? Hah! You've got to be kidding. Him and Harry are having far 
too much fun playing the field to settle down with one girl. Swinging 
bachelors. Ah, here they come!" 

Carol sucked in a deep breath at the sight. Two handsome guys. Both somewhat 
hairy. Their white skins were acquiring a nice tan. Two perfect specimens of 
young manhood. Enough to turn a girl on. She felt herself turning on. 

The foursome frolicked around in the pool for about an hour, playing 
grab-ass, dunking each other, and sun tanning. They then headed back to 
Debra's apartment. 

"Let's go into my bedroom and dry off," Debra suggested-casually. 

With a slight frown, Carol trooped along with the dripping wet group. All of 
them in Debra's bedroom? 

Arriving in Debra's large, airy bedroom, . they stood around while Debra 
zipped into the bathroom for a handful of towels. She quickly tossed them 
around. "Start drying!" she ordered. 

Debra turned to Ray, and murmured, "How about drying my back, honey?" 

Ray stopped the process of drying under his arms and along his hairy chest 
and arms and quickly complied with her request. Smiling impishly, he toweled 
Debra's lovely back. He patted her butt and thighs. Then, ever so slowly, he 
unhooked her bikini bra and slid it from her. Debra's large, lush melons 
popped into view. A glorious sight. 

Still at Debra's rear, Ray began drying her all over. Reaching around with 
the towel he dabbed it onto her out-thrust breasts and gently dried them. He 
then ran his fingers and towel down her belly and ever so slowly he slid her 
bikini bottom down. Debra turned around and stood before him stark naked. 
Her huge, hairy pussy was sopping wet. 

Ray swiped at her wet pussy with the towel. He ran the towel all over 
Debra's lush, nude physique. Ray thoroughly enjoyed drying lovely Debra off. 
Gently, and slowly, he caressed her with the towel. 

Debra slowly began drying Ray off. She pressed the towel against his hairy 
chest and dabbed. She eased her fingers down. and removed his borrowed swim 
trunks. Kneeling before him to remove his swim trunks completely, she 
toweled his cock and balls. This drying action and the sight of her in the 
nude had the effect of giving him a hard-on. His limp prick began to gain 
stature. With each swipe of the towel and feel of her fingers, his cock grew 
in size. 

Carol, watching the action and feeling herself heating up, gulped in 
appreciation. 

Ray's prick was almost as big as Harry's! 

She was now aware that Harry was emulating his friend. He was at her rear, 
dabbing with a towel. He now had her bra off and was drying, fondling and 
toying with her lush breasts. With each stroke of his towel and fingers she 
felt herself heating up considerably. 

For a fleeting moment, she had the urge to flee. It dawned on her that she 
shouldn't be here in Debra's bedroom with two naked men and another naked 
girl. Not while poor old Paul was working in the city. It wasn't fair to 
him. Swapping was one thing, but this was a trifle different. This had been 
prearranged by Debra deliberately, and without Paul's knowledge. Deep inside 
Carol knew that Paul would probably disapprove of her being here in this 
room like this. 

Her feelings underwent a change as she emulated Debra and began drying 
Harry, and fondling his cock. It wasn't as if this man was a stranger, she 
reasoned. He was a swap partner. She recalled how Harry had shot a big wad 
of cum into her snatch while Paul was holding her hand and kissing her. 

This made it all right. Besides which, she was too hot now to run from the 
scene. Both men were bone-hard. Both guys had huge cocks. Harry's was maybe 
a trifle larger. A straight nine inches compared to Ray's eight and three 
quarters, give, or take an eighth. 

While Harry dried her off, she dried him off. While he dabbed at her snatch 
and titties with his towel, she dabbed at his cock, balls and tits with her 
towel. It was lewd, exciting and filled her with heat. When he suddenly 
crushed her to his embrace and swamped her with kisses, she willingly and 
freely kissed him in return. She could feel his huge prick sliding between 
her thighs as she melted into his embrace. 

"Little girl," he breathed huskily. "I love you so much. How about a fast 
fuck? I'm so damned hot!" 

"Me, too." She nodded assent and backed toward the king-sized bed. The sight 
of so much nudeness, including her own, had turned her on. She was hot to 
trot. 

She lay on her back on the bed, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and 
held out her arms. "Fuck me, Harry," she whispered. "Fuck the shit out of 
me." 

Harry appeared in no rush. An old hand at getting his kicks, he knew how to 
exact the utmost pleasure. He had long ago gotten over the jack-rabbit 
approach. The slam-bang then done system. He had joined the' ranks of the 
enjoyers of things beautiful, including making a fuck last, last, last. ... 

Kneeling before the adorable blonde teenaged girl, he gently touched her 
tiny golden-haired crack. He fingered it. He smiled at it. He pursed his 
lips at it. He eased fingers in and out. "Isn't this the most adorable cunt 
you've ever seen, Ray?" 

Ray knelt up on the bed, alongside his buddie. His eyes were also wide in 
approval of the wondrous sight. "It sure is, Harry. It's the tiniest cunt 
I've seen in a long time. You sure you fucked her before?" 

"I sure did. It was a tough struggle, but I finally got my big, old cock in 
there." He continued to stroke and fondle the tiny item. 

Ray fondled Carol's lush melons and stroked her inner thighs. Like Harry, 
he, too, had learned the art of enjoying a girl. Especially a teenaged 
darling like this. 

Being in show business, Ray had ogled many a naked young girl. He knew that 
this little girl with the tiny golden cunt could hold her own with any 
beauty he'd ever observed. This kid had a freshness about her that was 
exhilarating. Her baby blue eyes sparkled. Her mouth was partly open with 
expectation. She had hold of both their enormous pricks and she was gently 
jerking them. Harry had taught her how to handle pricks during their 
session. 

"Can I have first crack at her, ole buddy?" Ray murmured, winking lewdly. 
"After all you had her for a whole night here at Debra's past party." 

Harry snapped his fingers. "I got an idea! Let's give her a sample of gang 
fucking?" 

Ray pretended ignorance. "Just the two of us?" 

"We'll line up on her. A few strokes at a time. We'll hold off coming in her 
as long as possible. Like at our party this weekend. There'll be half a 
dozen of us lined up for her. Each guy will shoot his load. So what we can 
do now, is give the kid some practice. Show her how it'll be to get gang 
fucked. We'll each take turns shoving cock into her a few times, without 
coming. Got it?" 

"Sounds like fun. Let's go. Who's going to be first?" 

"Be my guest!" Harry generously stepped from the bed and stood in line to 
await his turn. A one man line. In the meantime, Debra stepped to the bar in 
the room and began pouring a round of drinks. She knew the boys would need 
reinforcements. 

Carol, flat on her back, enjoyed this by-play and the feel of the cocks in 
her hands. She was sizzling hot and raring for action, but had sense enough 
to let the men do the leading. She gulped in awe at the two cocks she. was 
massaging. With each stroke of her small hands, the cocks seemed to get 
bigger and bigger. She doubted she'd be able to take them both on. The cocks 
were too big -- her cunt was too small. 

Ray knelt between her legs. He smiled and wet his lips. "Ready, darling?" he 
breathed huskily. 

Carol nodded. "I'm ready." Her voice was low and filled with an edge of 
terror. The prick approaching her tiny cunt was so huge -- so damned huge. 
... 

CHAPTER TEN 

Carol tried to relax when Ray approached her cunt with his big cock. She 
smiled bravely and pursed her lips for some kissing. She enjoyed getting 
kissed while getting fucked. His lips pressed against hers and, he eased his 
tongue inward. Reaching down, she steered his cock toward her hole. She 
gulped in awe. Ray had a nice cock. It was easily as -big as her husband's, 
maybe a trifle thicker. 

She was glad now that the boys decided to let Ray fuck her first. She could 
adjust to him more easily than to Horse Cock Harry. She eased his cockhead 
up against her snatch and pushed upward and forward. 

She groaned when his bone-hard cock meshed against her tiny crack. Her 
vaginal lips were still moist from the swim in the pool, and the inner 
moisture generated by her heat. "Take it easy, Ray!" she pleaded. "Your cock 
is so big!" 

He nodded and gently pushed inward. His enormous cockhead slid into the tiny 
opening. He paused and regrouped when she bit her lip in pain. He was in no 
rush. Ray prided himself on his fucking technique. Like his good pal, Harry, 
he had learned the technique of patience, gentleness and had an amazing 
ability to keep his prick hard for a considerable length of time when he had 
it buried deep in a cunt. 

He eased another inch of cock inward. Another groan from Carol. Another 
inch. Another groan. Another inch, then the moans of pain turned to gasps of 
joy and pleasure. He was almost in to his limit. Slowly he pressured his 
cock in and out. Her tight, vaginal lips gripped his shaft in a vise-like 
grip. Her lips clung to his cock as he slid it in and out. With each inward 
stroke her vaginal lips went inward. With each outward stroke they came out, 
pressed tightly around his surging cock. He pressed his hairy chest against 
her luscious melons. "I'm fucking you, pretty girl!" he breathed huskily. 

"Yes. Yes." The pain had long gone. The pleasure had taken over. The big 
cock completely filled her tiny cunt. She wrapped her legs around his thighs 
and pulled him forward. She pulled his hairy chest to her melons and 
wriggled around. "Fuck me, you bastard!" she whimpered. "Fuck the shit out 
of me! Like wow!" 

Ray stroked in and out a dozen times, then he suddenly pulled his cock out. 
Hopping from the luscious teenager with the tiny cunt, he stood at the side 
of the bed and motioned with his hand. "Next!" 

Harry climbed aboard. Fortunately for him, Ray had reamed the tiny cunt 
sufficiently for him to gain entrance without undue pain. He slid his cock 
inward and took up the pounding where Ray had left off. In. Out. His 
enormous cock slapped into the adorable pussy. He continued for a dozen 
strokes, then he, too, hopped from the hole and allowed Ray to take over. 

In. Out. Up. Down. The two horny men ravaged her tiny cunt. Both had 
excellent control of their lust and passion. Both were well versed in the 
art of delayed cuming. Both knew that when they came some of the joy would 
recede. Unhurriedly, they gang fucked the pretty teenaged blonde with the 
tiny pussy. 

Carol moaned, thrashed around and tried her damndest to make them cum. She 
pulled at them. She tried wrapping her legs around their legs to hold them 
to her cunt until they shot their load. Again and again she had orgasms. Her 
cunt adjusted to the poundings of the wondrous cocks. 

"Cum in me!" she screamed, time and again. "Ram that bastard in! Keep in 
there. Squirt some juice in me. Now. Now. Aaaaaaaah. ... Ooooooooooh ... I'm 
cuming! I'm cuming. ... Cum with me. ... Please. ..." 

All her plead and begging fell on deaf ears. The men had their minds made up 
as to how they were going to play the game. Whenever they felt themselves 
about to cum, they simply pulled out and let the other man take over. 

Their passions ebbed and heated up. After about a half dozen stabs at her 
pussy, they both stood beside the bed and peered down. Neither man had cum. 
At the moment they were allowing their pricks to go down, while they sipped 
at their drinks. 

"That's just a sample of gang fucking, darling," explained Harry. "At my 
party, of course, no one will pull out of your cunt until they've shot their 
wad. How d'ya like it?" 

Carol, still moaning, still in heat, and still writhing around on the bed, 
glared. "You bastards! Getting me all hot and bothered and not finishing 
me!" She pouted. 

Debra sat on the bed next to her and deliberately poured a drink onto 
Carol's spasming snatch. Grinning impishly she said, "Cool it, darling. The 
boys'll finish you plenty of times before the day's over!" She fingered 
Carol's sopping wet pussy and tasted of the tangy liquid she'd poured on it. 
"Won't you, guys?" She winked lewdly and took a few licks at Carol's cunt. 

"We sure will!" Harry eased onto the bed and began licking at the liquor 
Debra had poured into Carol's snatch. "H'mm. This tastes good! How about 
another shot here, Debra ?" 

Debra poured more liquor into the tiny pussy. 

Harry, with an assist from Ray, slurped up the juices. The boys shoved their 
tongues far into the tiny cunt they'd just been fucking. 

Carol squealed and moaned in. delight. Every fiber in her slender body was 
in heat. These older, experienced characters sure knew how to heat a girl 
up. 

Debra slopped some liquor around and about on Carol's lush tits. She then 
eased down and began licking them. Debra had to fight for sucking time as 
Harry, with a squeal of delight, barged in onto the melons, too. He sucked, 
fondled and nipped at the adorable rosebuds and lush melons. He worked 
happily on one breast -- Debra on the other. 

Ray continued to eat Carol's pussy. She continued to squirm, moan and heat 
up. She grabbed for cocks and pulled them. Again and again, she spasmed. Her 
cunt was on fire. Her breasts were swollen with passion and delight as the 
breast suckers worked out on her. "I'm getting so hot!" she screamed, 
bouncing around heatedly. "Won't someone fuck me? Please? I want fucked!" 
she wailed happily, meshing her cunt hard onto Ray's sucking face and 
bouncing her tits up and down for the tittie dickers. "C'mon," she begged, 
"someone shove a cock into my cunt. Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

The sucking trio ignored her request. They were intent on doing things their 
way. Each exacted the utmost pleasure from the teenage darling. Ray sucked 
the cunt. Debra and Harry sucked the wonderful breasts. They worked in 
unison, each doing their own thing. Each savoring of the prettiest girl 
they'd ever worked out on.. 

Finally, as though on signal, the group separated. They stood beside the 
bed, smiling fondly down at the little love slave. The darling they all 
adored. 

Carol, writhing and still spasming, smiled hopefully. She was ready for 
anything the horny trio could dish out. 

Harry pulled her to her feet and crushed her to him. He kissed her tenderly. 
"Beautiful girl," he breathed huskily. "We all love you so much." 

Wrapping her hands around his prick, she murmured, "Just so you keep on 
loving me. I'm so hot. I'll do anything. Anything you bastards can dream 
up." 

"Anything?" He smiled and kissed. 

"Yep:" 

"Hear that, gang? The kid says she'll do anything we can dream up. Let's 
find out if she means it." He winked lewdly. 

His groupies nodded happily. It had been a long time since they'd had a 
teenage delight like this to play with. They knew just what to do. 

Harry lay on his back on the bed. His prick stood up before him like a 
mastpole. Debra, at his signal, eased Carol up onto the bed. Facing Carol 
toward his legs, she told the girl to straddle Harry's legs and, squat down. 

Carol squatted down on her haunches, facing Harry's feet. This brought his 
prick up under her descending ass. Taking careful aim, Debra steered his 
surging cock into Carol's cunt. "Easy does it, Carol," cautioned Debra, 
sliding the big prick into the tiny cunt. Carol wriggled, moaned and 
squatted on the prick. The unorthodox positioning felt odd, but the enormous 
cock completely filled her cunt. She moved carefully and gingerly until she 
was positioned so she could move up and down on the shaft without tearing 
herself apart, or hurting him. 

She moaned, wriggled and accepted his cock into her cunt. She adjusted to 
the weird position and took more and more cock up her slot. "Like wow!" she 
breathed excitedly. "This is fun! Fuck it to me, Harry. Fuck it to me!" She 
started to increase the tempo, but Harry grabbed her by the hips and slowed 
her. 

"Take it easy, hon. It'll slip out if you don't. No rush. Easy does it." He 
stroked his cock up and down. 

Debra seeing that things were working smoothly eased around on the bed and 
motioned for Ray to get into position. He did. He hopped onto the bed, and 
stood directly in front of Carol, who was sitting upright on Harry's cock. 
Ray's cock was now in a direct line with Carol's face! 

Carol grabbed Ray by the hips and pulled him forward. Steadying herself by 
'holding onto his hips, she drew his cock into her mouth and commenced 
sucking it! 

She now had a cock in her cunt and a cock in her mouth! 

In. Out. Harry eased his cock upward. 

In. Out. Ray eased his cock inward. 

The trio was soon joined by the fourth. Debra, having gotten all hands and 
cocks in position, quickly squatted over Harry's face. She, too, was facing 
down. She meshed her ass onto Harry's upturned face and ground her pussy 
hard onto his willing mouth. At the same time, Debra reached around Carol's 
slim waist, grabbed handfuls of Carol's tittie and squeezed while pushing 
her cunt and asshole onto Harry's upturned face. 

Gurgling sounds of delight emanated from the throats of the horny bastards 
as they serviced each other. Carol crunched her cunt onto Harry's enormous 
cock. She slurped contentedly at Ray's big prick. Debra meshed her hot cunt 
and stinky asshole onto Harry's face and, at the same time, she squeezed 
Carol's breasts and licked Carol's bare back. 

Ray, steadying himself on the bed, pushed his cock into Carol's eager mouth. 
The four-some was with it! A cock in a cunt. A cunt in a mouth. A prick in a 
mouth. Gurgling sounds of delight indicated each participant was thoroughly 
enjoying the activity. The fun and games. 

Carol had several minor orgasms. She squished pussy onto the big cock, 
hoping she'd make it cum this time. She drew Ray's huge prick into her 
mouth. She fondled his balls with one hand while steadying herself against 
his hip with the other hand. She played with his swinging balls and jabbed 
fingers in and out of his shit chute. She could feel him tense and get 
hotter and harder with each suck. 

She smiled happily. This time she had him. This time she'd get him to shoot 
off his rocks. He was almost ready. So was she. So was Harry. So was Debra. 
She could sense they were all building to a climax. She redoubled her 
efforts. 

Then it happened! 

The three horny bastards suddenly split! As if by signal, the pyramid broke 
up. Ray pulled his almost cuming cock from her mouth. He hopped from the 
bed, grinning impishly. Debra uncoupled her hot snatch from Harry's hot 
lips. She, too, hopped from the bed. 

Harry slid his cock out from under her and joined his fellow lovers at the 
side of the bed. 

Carol still squatted on the bed, looking foolish. Her cunt had been emptied 
of cock. Her mouth had been drained of prick. The hands that had been 
delightfully squeezing her breasts were gone. She squatted alone on the bed, 
suddenly deprived of her lovers. "Why'd you do that?" she grumped. "I was 
just about ready to cum. We all were." 

Debra eased her from the bed. Leading her over to the bar, she poured a 
round of drinks. "Relax, darling. We're just teaching you a few tricks." 

"Some tricks!" growled Carol, sipping at the drink and sitting on a bar 
stool. "You just about drive me ape. Get me so I'm climbing the walls, then 
you suddenly stop. That's not fair!" She pouted. 

Patting her on the pussy, Debra explained, "We're just getting you primed up 
for Harry's swap party this weekend." 

"This is getting me primed?" 

"Sure, darling. We're trying to teach you control. To learn you some of the 
tricks that'll pleasure a man -- and yourself." 

"Oh?" 

"Any girl can hop on a bed, take on a prick and get it over with like 
bang-bang," explained Debra, gently stroking Carol's cunt. 

"True." 

"And once a guy cums, he's kind of beat for a while. Sometimes for the rest 
of the night. Let's face it, darling, men aren't like girls. Once they shoot 
their rocks, they've had it. A girl can keep fucking all night with no 
adverse effects. A girl spasms and has an orgasm from . time to time during 
a fuck,, but it isn't like shooting a wad like a man does. Most times girls 
don't even know whether they've come, or not. They can just keep pumping 
away." 

"So what's this lecture about?" Carol was a trifle puzzled. She couldn't 
figure how this tied in with what they were doing. 

"What I'm trying to say, darling is we are getting you primed for what will 
happen at Harry's party. You'll start off by getting gang fucked. Most of 
the guys'll unload in you then. But from there on out, they'll be trying to 
conserve themselves by making what they do last and last and last." 

"I get it. Self restraint?" 

"Exactly. And you've got to learn how to go along with it." Debra nodded 
toward the two men standing near the bed, sipping at their drinks. "Harry 
and Ray are prime examples of what I mean. They've learned the art of love. 
They've learned how to control their cum. They know they're only good for 
maybe three, or four cums a night. With half dozen beautiful girls running 
around naked, they want to sample all the merchandise. So they sample it -- 
without beating their brains out. Get it?" 

Carol nodded. What Debra was saying made sense. "But isn't the greatest 
thrill in fucking when you cum?" 

"It sure is, and that's what it's all about." She inclined her head toward 
the boys again. "Look at them. They've both let their cocks go down. They're 
ready for another session. Maybe this time, they'll cum. Maybe not. Shall we 
see?" 

"Let's!" Carol slid from the chair and eagerly followed her tutor across the 
room. 

Debra winked at the patient boys. "How about another round? 

Harry looked at Ray and winked. Ray nodded. 

Harry swept. Carol into his arms and showered her with kisses. His limp cock 
surged to attention. He pushed her toward the bed. He lifted her knees and 
spread her legs wide. He assumed a sixty-nine position alongside. Quickly he 
eased over her and zapped his. tongue toward her cunt. He slid his legs up 
over her face and his prick dangled down. 

He burrowed his tongue deep into her pussy. Expertly he swabbed her cunt. 
In. Out. He slid his hot tongue. In. Out. He slid a finger up her asshole 
and reamed. With each ream of his finger in her cute shit chute, he shoved 
her cunt up to his mouth for more sucking and tongue lashing. 

Carol moaned and writhed around under his expert licking. Reaching up she 
fondled his huge penis. She toyed with the swinging balls. She stroked the 
hot rod. She eased his ass down. She opened her mouth. She took his big 
prick into her mouth. She felt. it slide down her throat. Expertly she 
adjusted to the enormous size. She was becoming quite adept at cock-sucking. 

She spasmed again and again while he ate her pussy. He shoved his tongue far 
in, seeking her tangy cunt juices. He wished his tongue was as long as his 
cock so he could get some cum. She wished his tongue was longer so she could 
fill it with cum. 

She gurgled at his enormous cock. She fondled his hairy balls. She rolled 
around and about on the bed at his urgings. First her on top, then him, then 
her. Each sucking, sucking, sucking for more and more thrills. She could 
sense he was about ready to pop his cork. She smiled hopefully. Maybe this 
time? Maybe he'd load her. mouth with cum. 

She was on top, eating his prick. Coaxing it to cum. She had her cunt 
squashed against his face. She was in a squatting position, her ass-cheeks 
out above his legs. 

Then it happened! 

A. strange feeling at her asshole. It wasn't his tongue. It wasn't his 
prick, since she had it in her mouth. But it was a prick. A big prick was 
pushing against her butt-hole. 

With a wail of dismay, she stopped sucking the cock, and peered around to 
see what was happening at her behind. 

Ray! 

He was kneeling behind her behind. His big prick was tickling against her 
asshole. Since Harry had reamed it with his fingers and tongue, it was all 
gooey and soft. Now Ray was prodding against the tiny, puckered hole with 
his enormous cock! 

She stared in dismay. She was spellbound. Then when the prick slid into her 
anus opening, she screamed and scrootched away. "No! No!" she wailed, trying 
desperately to get away from the rear end invasion. "Stop! Don't fuck my 
ass! I can't take it there!" 

She wriggled, moaned and tried to get away. She was no match for the horny 
trio. Debra quickly shoved Carol's face down so she was again sucking 
Harry's cock. With her mouth full of cock, her gurgles of protest were 
muffled. 

Ray held tightly to her squirming hips with one hand and eased his cock into 
her bunghole with the other hand. Debra slapped Carol's fanny a few times 
and warned her not to struggle too much. 

"Relax, you pretty bitch!" screamed Debra, whacking her on the ass. 

Carol moaned, sucked, wriggled and finally accepted. She had no other 
choice. She was a tiny girl, under the complete control of two big, husky 
men and a much larger, stronger girl. The trio was intent on getting her 
fucked in the ass. The trio prevailed. 

Ray's prick slid far into her battered ass-hole. It grew brownish in color 
as he hit pay-dirt. With each stroke into her shit chute, she screamed and 
moaned in pain ... then in ecstasy as she adjusted! 

The more he bungholed her, the bigger her asshole became and the less it 
hurt. The pain receded completely. The pleasure began. 

Carol moaned, wiggled and shit as Ray assaulted her asshole. She continued 
to suck the enormous cock while wriggling her shit chute around happily and 
contentedly. In between sucks, she chortled, "Fuck my ass, you bastard! Fuck 
the shit out of it. Fuck it! I'm gonna make you bastards cum. Now. ..." She 
dipped down for the cock and sucked it greedily, clamping her mouth tightly 
around the huge shaft. 

Every fibre in her lush body heated up as she sucked and moved her ass. She 
could feel Debra fondling her breasts because the other girl wanted a piece 
of the action. Again the foursome tumbled around on the bed, only this time 
there was no tomorrow -- no pulling out -- no pacing. ... 

Harry unloaded in her mouth at almost the same time Ray unloaded in her ass. 
She eagerly gobbled the gook and wiggled her fanny. Again and again she 
swallowed the creamy nectar. She liked the taste of cum. The tangy, salty 
taste of hot juices squirting down her throat. She sucked for more. She 
wiggled her ass for more. 

Harry pounded his cock into her willing mouth. 

Ray pounded his cock into her willing ass.hole. 

Debra pounded Carol's titties like a girl possessed. 

Carol, the. eager love slave serviced her group. She exacted the last drop 
of juice from the surging cock in her mouth. She exacted the last drop of 
cum from the prick in her ass. She wriggled. She sucked. She squiggled her 
titties. 

At last the passions ebbed. Nature took its course. The group separated. 
Only this time they didn't all hop to their feet and regroup. This time the 
men were bushed. 

Harry lay on his back, panting heavily, and groaning. "Man, I'm bushed. What 
an afternoon." 

"Me, too." Ray was also breathing heavily and staring sadly at his shitty 
cock. He smiled fondly at the lovely blonde who was still hot to trot. 
"Thanks for a lovely afternoon, baby." He kissed her tenderly and patted her 
snatch. "I gotta get going. I have an appointment at five." He glanced at 
his watch, slid from the bed and staggered to the bathroom, gathering his 
clothes enroute. Ray was a thoroughly pussy-whipped young man. 

Harry followed his friend. He, too, was a thoroughly pussy-whipped young 
man. 

Left alone on the bed, the two girls smiled knowingly. "See what I mean?" 
explained Debra, the knowledgeable one. "Once a guy cums, he's done for a 
while. That's why Harry and Ray have learned to pace themselves." 

Carol eased back on the bed, yawned and stretched. "Yeah, I see what you 
mean." She felt a sense of triumph. She had met the horny bastards -- and 
she had won. She had crapped them both out. 

"Now, you're getting an idea of what it'll be like at Harry's swap party." 
Debra smiled. "First you'll take on all the guys. Then we'll sort of get 
into groups. Unless I'm wrong, the boys'll go for you in a big way. You'll 
have to take care of them all -- just like you took care of Harry and Ray." 

"I will!" Carol's eyes lit up. 

"You sure will, darling. Remember you're the star of the party. The first 
timer. The men'll flip over you. They'll be after you all weekend. Big 
pricks. Medium sized pricks. Little ones, though at Harry's affairs there's 
seldom a small sized cock." 

"Wow!" The thought was intriguing. "And what'll Paul be doing while I'm 
taking care of the men ?" 

"He'll be trying his damndest to take care of the girls. But he's only one 
guy. One prick. Hey, where are you going?" Debra sat up on the bed. 

Gathering her bikini and sliding into it, Carol said, "I gotta run. It's 
almost four o'clock. We've been here for hours. I've got to go get dinner on 
for Paul. And I've got to tell him the wonderful news." 

"What wonderful news ?" 

"About us being invited to Harry's swap party. I just know he'll be 
excited." 

Carol zipped from the bedroom. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Carol got the feeling that Paul wasn't too excited or enthused about the 
wonderful news of the upcoming swap party at Harry's place. It was late 
evening. She and Paul had finished dinner, had watched television for a 
while and were now getting ready for bed. 

Paul had taken his shower, and was laying atop the bed in his pajama 
bottoms. She had just come from the bathroom and was stark naked. During 
their conversations earlier in the evening she had mentioned they'd been 
invited to the swap party. 

He had been mulling over the idea all evening, a very thoughtful look on his 
face. Now, just before retiring for the night, he decided to get the facts 
straight. "How come you were at Debra's this afternoon?" 

"She asked me to come over. To take a dip in the pool. While I was there, 
Harry and his friend, Ray Edmons arrived. That's when Harry mentioned the 
party. I told him we could come. Why? Don't you want to go? After all, 
swapping is your idea! Harry mentioned there'd be half a dozen young 
couples. Some girls who are real knockouts. In showbiz. He says you'll flip 
over 'em." 

Paul's eyes lit up. It was this factor that had given him cause for thought. 
He had seen pictures of some of the beauties Harry ran around with. Cover 
girls. Center fold girls. Dazzlers. His prick got hard even thinking he'd be 
exposed to such beauties, some of them famous. But with this thought was the 
disturbing knowledge that his lovely little bride would be exposed to a half 
dozen horny bastards. 

He was still somewhat shook up from the past binge at Debra's. He still 
shuddered when he recalled seeing Harry fucking hell out of his Carol, and 
pouring a load of gook into her snatch while he was kissing her. 

Shaking his head, he said, "Gee, I don't know about going to the party. I 
wished you'd asked me first." 

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You mean you don't want to go?" 

He hedged. "Well ... yes ... but. ..." 

"But what? This is strictly a swap party. About six, or seven couples. Some 
married. Some singles. And Harry promised I would be the star of the show!" 
Her baby blue eyes lit up with excitement. 

"What's that mean?" 

"He said they're going to put me on a stage, with a bed, and take movies of 
the action. Real movies. I'll be laying there on the bed, stark naked, and 
all th. men at the party will be lined up to fuck me. Gang fucking, he 
calls it!" 

"What?" Paul bounced up on the bed as though. he'd been stuck in the ass 
with a pin. "They're going to gang fuck you?" 

She pouted. "What's wrong with that? Like Harry explained, I'll be the new 
girl. All the men will probably want first crack at me. This way, he'll give 
them all a crack at my crack. They'll draw numbers to see who's first, 
second, and so on. He even said you can get in the line-up if you want." 
Carol smiled disarmingly. 

The frown on his face deepened. What she had conjured up wasn't a nice 
picture for him to mull over. He had engaged in gang fucks at college. It 
wasn't exactly a pleasant scene. Assorted cocks. A sloppy cunt. "I'm not 
sure I'd like that," he mumbled. 

"I think I will." She hopped on the bed on her back, laid her head on the 
pillow and stared dreamily at the ceiling. "It will be fun. Harry and Ray 
gave me a sample of what it'll be like, this afternoon, at Debra's." She 
began heating up at the memory of the delightful session. 

Paul hopped from the bed and paced beside it. His face was contorted with 
rage. "You let them fuck you? While I. was at work?" His voice was filled 
with shocked disbelief. 

She slid to the side of the bed and sat facing him, a puzzled frown on her 
face. "But of course I let them fuck me. What's wrong with that?" She 
pretended great innocence. 

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" His voice cracked as he paced before her, 
waving his hands before him, his face etched in sorrow and rage. "Here I am, 
working my ass off in the city to support you, and you're home here, fucking 
behind my back. And you have the nerve to ask what's wrong? Hah!" 

"But it was Harry," explained Carol, with a puzzled frown. 

"Yeah, it was Harry! And his friend, Ray ... what's his name?" 

"Edmonds," she supplied the answer. "And what's wrong with Harry fucking me? 
Hell, it isn't the first time. Last weekend at Debra's, he screwed me half a 
dozen times -- with your complete approval, I might add. Remember, this 
entire swap idea is yours. I was against it from the start." 

"I ... I ..." He stammered as her logic sunk in. 

"You conned me into swapping. Before that, you called me frigid. You implied 
something was wrong with me. Now that you've got me hooked on swapping, I 
find I like it. Now you're trying to lecture me. What's wrong with Harry 
shoving his cock into me, whether you're there or not? It's the same cock. 
I've had it plenty of times lately." 

He flushed. "It isn't the same thing! Like I mean, when we're at a party, 
we're all doing it. It's part of the fun. ..." 

"It was fun this afternoon." She smiled at the memory. Her butt still hurt 
slightly from the ravishing it had taken. The delightful ravishing. 

Paul groaned. He had been trapped in a scheme of his own making. The entire 
deal was backfiring. Stepping over, he poured himself a stiff drink from a 
bottle on an end table. He needed it. He was at a loss for words. He had 
brought this on himself. He couldn't expect her to understand the fine 
difference between the swapping they'd done, and what she'd done this 
afternoon. During his arguments to get her into swapping he'd explained that 
a cock was a cock, a cunt a cunt and that swapping around was the accepted 
thing for young couples to do in this enlightened day and age. 

"I don't see what you're so upset about," Carol said softly, joining him in 
a drink. "The whole idea of swapping was your idea. I didn't gripe when I 
saw you fucking Laura, and Debra. You thought it was great fun when you were 
doing it. And Saturday at Harry's place, you'll be getting a chance to fuck 
all those beautiful girls. So what're you beefing about?" She wrapped her 
hands around him from the rear and began playing with his soft cock. 

Paul sighed. Arguing with her wouldn't do any good. She did have a technical 
point. Harry had fucked her several times recently. To her it was just a 
continuation of what came naturally. The. addition of the other guy was a 
different thing, however, but there was no point in arguing that. 

He felt his cock getting hard under her probing fingers. She had slid his 
pajama. bottoms down. Her lush nudeness was pressing against his back. Her 
soft, downy, golden-haired snatch was rubbing against his ass. Her lush 
melons were pressed against his back. She rubbed them impishly against him 
and jerked at his cock. 

His prick zoomed to attention. How could he stay mad at her? There had been 
times during the past week, since Debra's party, that he'd been having 
second thoughts about swapping. Times when he wished his wife would return 
to her former status. He had called her frigid, and had hounded her about 
being aloof since she'd try to curtail his nookie. Now, since swapping, she 
was a changed girl. Like a nympho. Fucking every Tom, Dick and especially 
every Harry that came along. And he had only himself to blame. 

He eased around and drew her into his embrace. He showered her with kisses. 
He eased her back to the bed. He laid her on her back. He knelt between her 
legs and mounted her. Just before he came, he had the oddest feeling. 

Her cunt was getting bigger -- or was he imagining it? 

At the same moment, she, too, had an odd feeling. His cock had shrunk -- or 
was she imagining it? 

* * * 

Carol pirouetted before the full length mirror in her bedroom. It was early 
Saturday afternoon. She was getting dressed and ready for the trip to 
Harry's place for the big coming out party. With her in the bedroom was 
Debra and Paul. 

"I feel kind of silly dressed up like this!" She frowned and crinkled her 
nose at herself in the mirror. Carol had on a child's penafore type dress. 
Very short. Her blonde hair was done up in pigtails. She looked like an 
adorable little fourteen, or fifteen-year-old moppet. "Why can't I dress up 
in something slinky, like you?" 

Debra, who had on a rather long, form fitting gown, that accentuated her 
positives, shook her head and chuckled. "Un-unh, darling. You're just right 
for the part. Remember this'll be on film. I talked to Harry yesterday and 
mentioned I thought you'd look perfect as a little girl getting fucked by a 
gang of older men. He agreed. He said to make you look as young as 
possible." 

Debra lifted up Carol's mini-dress and peered at Carol's tiny snatch. She 
had shaved a size-able portion of Carol's golden cunt hairs to make Carol's 
pussy seem even smaller and more child-like. "The boys'll flip when they see 
this tiny, almost hairless cunt." She giggled. "Won't they, Paul?" Reaching 
over, she rubbed her hand against the front of Paul's slacks. "When they 
gang up on this kid, it'll be like fucking a baby girl!" 

Paul groaned and shook his head sadly. "Hah!" he snorted. 

"And don't look so grumpy," Debra continued, rubbing Paul's cock area. 
"Harry has a special treat for you. The girl who was in the last centerfold 
is going to be there. He's lined her up for you while the boys are lining up 
Carol." 

Paul's eyes lit up. 

Debra patted Carol's tiny snatch, and gave her a few pats on the cute 
asscheeks, then lowered the mini dress. "I guess you're ready for them, 
darling." She stepped back to admire her handiwork. She sighed rapturously 
as she ogled the small, golden-haired lovely in the blue colored pinafore 
type dress. "My God," she breathed huskily, "you're a beautiful child. I 
sure wish I was one of the guys who are going to line up to fuck you. 
Doesn't she look adorable, Paul?" 

Paul grimaced. "Yeah." She was breathtakingly beautiful, and so small and 
childlike. The view of her closely shaven cunt had turned him on. Her hair 
in pigtails had set him off. It was as though he were looking at a different 
girl. A kid. He knew she was just past eighteen, but at the moment she 
appeared to be years younger. 

"Can't I wear panties?" Carol pouted. She knew she was having an 
electrifying effect on them, but she was half scared. Now that her big 
moment was at hand. She bent over. "See? Everytime I bend over, my ass 
shows. Let me wear panties, please?" she coaxed. 

"Un-unh. That's part of the illusion. Your cute butt showing. And when you 
twirl about, your tiny pussy will show. You're going .to get those horny 
bastards so hot they'll cum in their pants from just watching you in 
action." She glanced at her watch. "Time to get going, kids. You know how to 
get there?" 

They nodded. 

"See you all in about an hour." Debra zipped from the room. 

Paul had offered to let her drive along with them, but Debra had declined. 
She mentioned she might stay with Harry long after the affair broke up. And 
she also mentioned she wanted to be there when lovely Carol arrived. She 
wanted to see the expressions on the faces of the men. 

Carol felt nervous when they pulled front their driveway and headed toward, 
Harry's mansion in the sticks. Now that the time had come, she was getting 
more nervous by the minute. Being done up in this kooky outfit didn't help 
her nerves. She felt rather foolish making like a fourteen-year-old kid, 
though she knew she looked the part. She was petite, and with the pigtails 
and touch of makeup, she was a doll. 

"I'm kind of scared," she confessed, snuggling up to her husband, and 
resting her hand on the front of his slacks. 

Paul, who's mind had been concentrating on the conjured up picture of the 
girl he'd been promised, nodded reassurance. "Relax, hon, it'll be okay." He 
tried not to glance at her exposed twat. Her mini dress had slid up her 
thighs, exposing her shaven little pussy. He wished she'd put on panties. , 
"Yeah, I know, but the thought of six, or maybe seven guys lining up to fuck 
me!" She shuddered and massaged his slacks in the cock area. "Maybe they'll 
all have big cocks like Harry. I don't know if I can handle them. What do 
you think?" She shuddered. 

He frowned. Her question drove away all pleasant thoughts about the 
center-fold girl he'd soon be fucking. Six big cocks shoved into Carol's 
tiny pussy? The frown on his face deepened. He recalled Harry's big cock. 
Carol had mentioned that Ray had had a big cock, too. Suppose all six men at 
the party were heavy hung bastards. 

He recalled the fuck they'd had ,the other night. His imagining that Carol's 
cunt was growing bigger? Could it be that was true? Human. nature being what 
it is, he realized if a girl is subjected to a constant barrage of big 
cocks, she'll begin to have a big cunt. In his life, he'd banged many a girl 
with enormous cunts -- like Debra for instance. 

Maybe when she'd been Carol's age, she'd had a nice tiny pussy? Now, after 
being exposed to guys like Harry and Ray, Debra's cunt had swollen wide 
open. It was a disturbing thought. Subconsciously he eased up on the gas. 
They were getting close to Harry's place. His thoughts were very troubled. 
He could feel Carol's palm rubbing against his covered penis. He eyed her 
exposed pussy. His prick hardened. 

Carol, feeling his prick harden, smiled inwardly. She continued rubbing 
fingers against it and eased back in the car seat so he could see more of 
her cunt when he took his eyes off the road momentarily. He was a careful 
driver and stole glances only when the road ahead was clear. 

Reaching over, she took one of his hands off the steering wheel and placed 
it onto her pussy. "Paul ?" she murmured. 

He scratched at her snatch. "Yes, hon?" Keeping his eyes on the road ahead, 
he finger fucked her tiny cunt. 

"I'm not sure I want to go through with this." Her voice quavered. "Like, I 
mean, me taking on a half dozen pricks. I'm scared." She squeezed his hard 
cock. "I'd just rather have this one -- permanently!" 

Paul stroked and fingered her cunt. He was having the same kind of thoughts 
himself. For two days now he'd been mulling over things. And the thinking 
wasn't pleasant. Now, seeing his lovely wife all done up like a teenaged 
little darling, he was having second thoughts about exposing her lovely 
little cunt to the wolves. He was having second thoughts about the whole 
philosophy of swapping. Especially now that she'd gotten over her frigidity 
and was an eager bed partner for him. She had been giving him all he could 
handle lately. She was a changed girl. 

"You don't like swapping?" he asked. 

She shrugged. "I can take it or leave it -- preferably leave it. Do we have 
to be swappers, dear? Why can't things be like they were before? I promise I 
won't bug you to slow down -- ever again. I'll be ready, willing and able 
for you anytime ... any place. Please, Paul? Let's turn around. Let's go 
home?" 

Paul smiled. A wave of relief swept through him. He had been hoping against 
hope she'd chicken out. He knew that he couldn't. He had been the instigator 
of swapping. He had gone too far to turn back. He couldn't admit to her that 
he didn't want to swap her -- ever again. He'd been a blind fool to turn her 
loose on guys like Don, Harry and Ray. 

He swerved the car around at the next inter-section and pressed down on the 
accelerator, heading home. He burned up the highway. "We're going home, hon. 
We're going home." His heart sang. His fingers probed into the tiny snatch 
he adored. The snatch he'd never share again with any man. 

Arriving in their driveway, he braked to a screeching halt. Gathering his 
bride to him, he hurried into the house. Without pausing, he rushed to their 
bedroom. Arriving in the room, he crushed her to him, lifting her off her 
feet. "Darling, I love you! I love you!" 

Carol, sobbing happily, kissed him again and again as he carried her to the 
bed. "I love you, dear," she whispered. "I love you so much." She moved 
around in position on the bed where he'd deposited her and watched in 
happiness while he tore off his clothes. He was frantic to get to her. 

She eased up her mini-skirt, exposing her cunt and ass to his approval. She 
smiled and held out her hands. "I'm ready, dear," she whispered. "I'm ready. 
..." 

Paul's prick was raging hard at the sight of the pig-tailed little girl on 
the bed. It soared to greater heights than ever before as he knelt between 
her legs and mounted her. He babbled incoherently as he poured his love -- 
and his cock -- to her. 

"I love you, hon," he breathed huskily, between shoves. "I'll never swap you 
again. Never. Now wiggle that cute ass and take this big cock." He kissed 
her lips. He kissed her breasts. He squeezed her ass up and down. 

"Yes. Yes." Carol sighed contentedly. She had a fleeting moment of regret 
that she wouldn't be taking on a half dozen assorted size pricks this 
afternoon. She knew that from the way Paul was acting her extra-curricular 
fucking had come to a screeching halt. That in the future she would have to 
give her undivided attention and her tiny snatch to this one prick only, but 
she didn't mind. 

It was the happiest moment of her life. She drew him to her. She kissed him 
tenderly. 


THE END
