Her husband of less than two years was fucking a girl he had met less than two hours ago. He was pounding his big cock in and out of the girl’s tight cunt. He was uttering animal like sounds of joy while pounding cock into cunt. Denise’s own sounds of dismay and discontent distracted him momentarily. He turned his head and eyed her between strokes. His eyes filled with lust and madness, he continued to fuck Sharon, while frowning at the interruption. He flashed her a wan smile, and muttered, “Hi, hon. Having fun?” He again turned his attention to the business at hand, and having delivered friendly greetings to his wife, be now ignored her and took up the fucking cadence with Sharon.
“You… you… bastard!” Denise flung the words at his sweating back. She turned away. Since the only handy place to give vent to her emotions was in the arms of Duke, Denise melted into his embrace, sobbing up a storm.
Duke, with a gleam in his eyes, gently soothed the sobbing girl. He gently soothed her by stroking her bare shoulders and nice tits, while he eased her toward the bedroom next door. The gleam in his eyes grew more pronounced when he gently eased her onto her back on the king-sized bed.
He quickly undressed. Now, naked and thoroughly aroused, he joined her on the bed. Reaching down, he gently massaged her lush tits. “There, there, little girl,” he breathed huskily, “relax, and have a good cry.” He stroked tittie. He stroked bare belly. He stroked downward with his soothing, gentle hands. His fingers fumbled with the zipper of her mini skirt.
While she was still sobbing her little heart out, he stripped her bare. Her eyes popped wide. It dawned on her that this chubby man of compassion had something else on his mind than merely soothing her ruffled feelings!
CHAPTER 3
Denise hopped from the bed. She tried covering herself with her clothes which she held before her. Staring down at the grinning, naked, hairy man, she gasped, “What d’ya think you’re doing!”
Duke, the old hand at swapping, propped against the backboard of the bed and rested his hand on his surging cock. Grinning impishly, he waved it in her direction. “I was thinking maybe I’d shove this big old cock into your pussy-just like your husband is doing to my wife!” He inclined his head toward the next bedroom.
She gasped. She’d been so intent on putting on the horrified act, she’d forgotten. the sylvan scene in the next room.
She wilted. Some of the rage drained. She couldn’t blame this man to much. She had been writing letters to him and his wife. She had sent along a few pictures of herself and Brian in the nude. Nothing obscene, just posed photos showing their physiques. They had both entered into this game with their eyes wide open. They had both indicated they were willing to give swapping a try.
Brian had gone through with his part of the bargain. Duke was now waiting for her to live up to her promises. He bad willingly let his wife go to bed with Brian. Now he was expecting his reward.
She stared at the smiling man. She glanced at his cock. It was half hard. He was toying with it. The man seemed in no hurry. He had the whole night. He had probably encountered wives like her before. Reluctant swappers. She hesitated. Every fiber in her lithe, slender young body, urged her to flee. This was crazy.
Swapping!
It would be different if she and Brian had been married many years and boredom had set in on their marriage. That she could understand. But they’d been married less than two years. She was still a teenager. Why? Why would Brian want to swap? Her mind rehashed all the arguments she’d been using on him since he first brought up the subject a few months ago.
Obviously she wouldn’t be getting any answers from this hairy, ugly bastard laying on the bed, grinning at her and teasing with his big cock.
“Come and get it, honey.” He held his cock erect. “I’ll give it to you anyway you want it. In the mouth. In the cunt. In the ass. You name it, I’ll do it.” The thought of what he might be doing gave added stature to his prick. It grew harder and bigger.
Denise’s mouth watered at sight of the surging prick. The drinks she’d had, had warmed her. The feel of this fat man’s fingers on her breasts had heated her. Now the sight of him holding his cock with his fat hand and waving it toward her had an electrifying effect. All this, plus the sight she’d just seen of Brian shoving his cock into Sharon’s cunt, decided her.
She dropped her clothes to the floor and eased toward the bed. She sat on it, close to Duke, deciding to let him take the initiative.
With a squeal of delight, Duke reached for the teenaged morsel of loveliness. He drew her to him and showered her with kisses. His fat lips crushed against hers in a tender kiss. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and dueled with her tongue. “You lovely girl,” he murmured, kissing, hugging and fondling. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her lips. He kissed her chin. He kissed her throat. He nuzzled her breasts to his face. He wallowed in her valley of her tits. He swabbed his tongue all over her lush melons.
Like a little piggy, he nipped, nibbled and savored her lush, creamy mounds.
Despite her initial feelings of aversion, Denise felt herself warming up to his love. The big man handled her gently and lovingly. With each nip of his mouth and teeth on her nipples, she heated up more and more. When he took her huge breasts into his mouth and sucked eagerly, she felt warm all over.
Duke seemed in no rush to mount her as Denise eased around in his embrace and he licked her nipples contentedly. He was still sitting on the bed and had her in his arms while he worked on her with his lips and tongue.
She steadied herself by holding her hand on his prick and fondling it. With each stroke of her small fingers on his prick, it grew larger and fatter. The more she handled the huge cock, the more she realized that it was actually larger than Brian’s. It was much thicker around, and maybe a trifle longer. She felt a moistness in her crotch area as he sucked her tits and she played with his cock.
All thoughts of rebellion had long gone. Denise was now a girl in heat. A girl getting a man in heat. She pliantly let him have his way. She was like putty hi his hands. He rolled her on top. He gobbled her swinging bells. He gently slapped her butt. He held her aloft and eased her down for some hot kisses. He handled her one hundred and eighteen pounds of curvy loveliness with ease.
He held her aloft by the hips and ever so slowly he turned her around.
Holding her stiffly aloft, as though she were the weights, and he was the weight lifter, he stared up at her hairy, little cunt, poised above his face. He was holding her at arms length. She had her hands resting on his knees. His legs were spread wide apart.
She stared down fascinated. She was poised stiffly above him, suspended by her hips by his big hands. Her mass of brown hair tumbled down beside her face. Hair that was so long, it almost touched his towering mast pole prick that was aimed toward her mouth.
He held her in this position for a long moment, savoring the sight of her tiny, hairy cunt directly above his face. She slid her legs apart to give him a better view. His face lit up. His eyes were pools of lust. This naked little girl was by far the prettiest kid he’d stared at in a long time. She was so young, so tender, so flawless with such creamy, pink-white skin. He eased her up and down as though she were weightless. He flexed his muscles and brought her snatch within kissing distance. He kissed, nipped and teased her up and down like weight-lifter.
This action drove Denise ape; She was so hot she was about ready to climb the walls. With each up and down stroke of her lithe young body, he took bigger and better nips of her pussy. Duke was in no rush. He had his own method of getting kicks. He was a man proud of his strength. He was a man of limitations who knew he didn’t have to rush things. He was a man who savored things beautiful.
This naked teenager he was toying with was a girl of rare beauty and charm. He got a tremendous charge out of watching her breasts swinging downward as he raised and lowered her cunt to his face. He savored the smell of her pissy, little cunt. He burrowed his tongue far into her tiny slit and licked her asshole before raising her aloft again and again.
Denise squealed and moaned in delight. With each lick of his tongue in her cunt, she had minor, inner spasms. She eagerly licked at his throbbing cock with each up and down movement. She arched herself forward and managed to get a stranglehold on his huge cock with her mouth. Up. Down. He raised and lowered her. Up. Down.
