When he ran his hands slowly downward over Cindy's body, she sighed and thrust her cunt forward, pressing her belly against the outline of his hard cock. He felt a sudden urge to throw her down on her back and fuck her, forcibly if necessary. But Pete Braden wasn't the kind of guy to do such a thing – at least he had never done so to the present moment.
He heard her sighing again, this time close to his ear. When he felt her wet tongue passionately darting into his ear, he picked her up bodily and carried her into the bedroom. Kicking the door open, he carried her to the bed and dropped her, falling down over her body at the same time that his hands went beneath her short skirt and tugged at her sheer panty hose. He yanked the hose down, as well as her panties, and placed his hand over her warm wet cunt. Her snatch was well-lubricated, which meant she was ready to fuck.
It was thrilling to have a "new" woman ready, willing and eager for it. There was nothing better in life. Pete wondered idly if his wife Mary was presently having a passionate reaction to Mark Alexander, if Cindy's husband's advance had aroused her as much as he was aroused. Pete hoped so, or thought he did. It would be better if Mary did feel passion with Mark. This was the first time for each couple – the first time they had swapped partners. And the first time, so it was said, was usually the greatest.
"Oh, Pete," Cindy murmured. "Put it in, baby, all the way in. Make me cream."
"Let's take our clothes off, Cindy," he said quickly, wanting desperately to be naked in bed with this hot, lovely woman.
"All right, but I'd just as soon take the tube with my clothes on, Pete."
He grinned tensely at her term. "Be more fun it we take 'em off, Cindy."
She sprang from the bed and undressed hurriedly, then she flopped back down on the bed, her long legs spread wide, her mouth open, her eyes slits, her breathing fast and jerky. Obviously, she was even more passionate than he had first thought.
Pete gazed at her tits, observing how rounded and well-molded they were. The tits were made for fondling, sucking and whatever else a guy could think up to do with them. She was a pretty woman all over, with long blonde hair, parted in the middle and hanging down over her shoulders – it had a habit of getting in front of her eyes and she had a habit of knocking it away, not just pulling it back with her hand. Her eyes were very blue and large, her teeth white and almost perfectly even, her lips red, full and inviting. She was, he knew, about twenty-six, which was exactly the same age as Mary. The most important thing about her he was just now discovering – she was a passionately hot woman and had few, if any, inhibitions.
"Pete," she said, "come out of your fog and fuck me, baby. I want to feel that long hard prick of yours rammed up my cunt."
He started. "Hey!" he cried. "I'm sorry. I was lost in stupid thought for a moment. I see you have 'em spread wide, baby. Want to feel the old prong, eh?" He knew his remark was silly-sounding, but for the life of him he could think of nothing witty or brilliant. He hoped she wouldn't think he had sounded too much like an ass.
She was giggling. "Get on top of me, baby, and fuck the living hell out of me. I'm so hot I'm about to have an orgasm by myself."
Pete grinned tensely and crawled on top of her warm, eager body. Using his hand, he steered his erect cock into her wet, quivery cunt. Her hole was tight and small and he liked women to be that way. It required a good deal of moving about and pushing in on his part – along with some help from her that consisted mostly of loin – raising, passionate grunting and sighing – to achieve depth. His cock went in all the way to his balls.
"Pete," she sighed, "don't move for just a moment. Leave it in like that. It feels so good."
He waited perhaps fifteen seconds before starting to move slowly in her cunt. She moaned and clutched his bare butt as if afraid she were going to lose him, her fingernails going deep into his flesh. He flinched as blood began to trickle down the sides of his legs, but paid no real attention to it. Cindy dug her nails in more deeply and moaned again, stiffening her body like a bitch dog in heat. Pete penetrated her cunt as deeply as possible, his hard-on quivering inside her twat, ready to squirt at any moment. He held back from his almost overpowering desire to fill her box with male milk and be done with it; that would not be a good thing to do to this lovely woman who had consented to fuck him. Once again he thought of Mary and Mark, and wondered if they were lying belly against belly. Probably they were. There was no reason to believe that Mark and Mary would be any slower about getting at the balling than Pete and Cindy.
"Oh, Pete," Cindy breathed in his ear. "What a wonderful way of fucking you have. I just love it, but can you… move a bit faster, baby? You're hitting it perfectly… oh! Oh…! My goodness, that is… so good!"
She began to moan loudly and thrash about. Her body shuddered, and he knew she had had a small orgasm.
"You have a nice, tight cunt, Cindy," he said in her ear. "I've wanted to stick it into you for some time now."
"And I've wanted you to, Pete. Oh… oh… dear… faster, baby. Much faster now. I believe I'm… going to… blow again."
Pete increased his speed and almost shot off in her cunt because of the way she had just spoken. Having one's prick deep inside a lovely woman and hearing her speak in the manner Cindy had just done was enough to cause a man to blow off quickly and with great force. She had the most wanton way of speaking he had ever heard. Wanton but wonderful.
"Faster, baby, faster. Fuck the hell out of me, PETE!"
She had practically screamed his name, though he didn't realize it. Now he thrust even faster in her cunt and felt her stiffening again, felt her digging her nails into the bleeding spots of his butt, felt her jerk and shudder time and time again.
All of this was just too much for Pete.
He shot his wad into her cunt, and felt his body jerking convulsively. She pressed her crotch upward, trying to get his prick even farther into her box, but this was patently impossible – he was already in as deeply as he could go, the head of his cock still squirting hot fluid into her hole.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, her voice thick. "Oh, my God… baby… what a crazy good fuck you are… the best ever."
Pete was not moving now. He was lying motionless as she spouted the passionate compliment and, when she did so, he felt the after-squirt from his still hard whang. She sighed and wrapped both legs about his thighs and clung to his lower body as if fearful he might leave her, which he had no intention of doing. What a woman she was, what a hot-blooded, passionate wench he had under him, her cunt continuing to clasp tightly about his stiff prong.
"Take it out, Pete," she said, her tone intense. "Take it out and get off."
"But why?" he protested. "I can make it again. Just give me a moment to get my breath back."
"Oh, I want you to do it again," she answered tensely. "Only this time we'll do a sixty-nine. I'll suck your prick and you lap my cunt. Honestly, baby, I'm so hot I'm ready to die! Whatever is there about you to make me feel this way?"
He pulled out of her cunt gingerly, his cock still stiff and sensitive. "You affect me the same way, Cindy. Maybe we're just natural sex partners. There is such a thing."
"Turn around," she cried, ignoring his remark in her urgency. "Hurry, baby. I've got to suck your cock! I don't know what's the matter with me. I'm so… hot… I'm… so…" She did not complete her sentence for a good reason – she had taken his dick in her mouth and it was halfway down her throat as her tongue ran over the cockhead, making him shiver with delight and almost squirt off in her mouth before she had really begun blowing him.
She removed her mouth momentarily. "Go, baby! Suck me off like I want it done."
Immediately, her mouth closed over his prick and he felt her warm lips tuggingly sucking the head. Her fingers went lightly about his stiffened shaft, and she began to jack him into her throat.
"We'll have to get together again soon, Cindy," he muttered thickly, his heart hammering fiercely with wild passion.
Again she removed her mouth from his prick. "We will, baby, we sure will. Now that I know a guy who's as hot as I am, I'm not going to let him get away… except to go home to his wife." She started to giggle, but in the middle of it placed her lips about his prick again, bringing the laugh to a wet gurgle.
Pete found her cunt extremely wet and warm. He thought of it as having nicely scented excitement. He dipped his tongue deeply into her wet slit and, when he did so, she poured forth a sudden stream of fluid that was sweet and sticky and wonderful. He lapped it and loved it, the taste of it wildly exhilarating to him.
"Make me come again, baby!" she cried, her words muffed because she still had his cock between her lips.
"I will," he promised. It was at this precise moment that he encountered the little pointed nub. As he ran his tongue lightly over it, it became larger and stiffer, much in the manner of a male growing a hard-on, only smaller. "Hey," he exclaimed in mock surprise. "What's this you have?"
"Don't talk, suck!" she cried wantonly, moving her cunt back and forth, drawing her dripping slit over his mouth.
Pete lay still and allowed her to proceed with this technique, savoring the musky scent of her cunt. The juice came from her slit in quantities that astonished him. He had never known a woman to pour forth in such a manner. It was almost as if she were a man inside blowing off. Repeatedly, he tasted the sweet lubricant that came from her twat and found he liked it more and more with each kiss. Finally, he became so hot he buried his face in her snatch and tried to tongue her and rub her with his nose at the same time. He had no idea of what this would do to her, nor had he given it any thought, but he found out in a hurry. She transferred her hands from his back to his balls and began to rub them frantically, which alarmed him to no end and made him stop.
"Don't!" he gasped to her. "I mean… take it real easy there, doll."
"I want to," she breathed heavily.
He recognized the wild passion in her tone, the urgency, the near-madness of it, and knowing full well that high passion is but an ecstatic form of temporary madness, he desisted from saying anything more in this regard. Instead, he shifted his body slightly so that she would have greater difficulty in accidentally harming his nuts.
"Suck me off, doll," he told her, and wondered why he was using the word "doll", a word he had not used in a long time.
"I'm sucking, baby," she whispered back to him. "Lap me up, baby. Lap up my cunt but good."
He felt his peak approaching and then knew he had better warn her. "I'm coming, Cindy!" he gasped. "Go fast, baby. Faster!"
She took hold of each of his balls and pulled the sac, which hurt him considerably but suddenly he didn't mind. Let her hurt him. What did it matter?
Her head bobbed up and down on his dick furiously, her tongue lapping the head of his prick while he did nothing, really, but lie still and let her continue to rub her slit back and forth over his protruding tongue.
Pete Braden suddenly blew off in Cindy's mouth. He shot every drop of semen that was in his male body. She swallowed it greedily and begged him for more. He kissed her cunt – it was extremely wet now, swimming in the juices of her passion – and was about to pull his head from between her lovely thighs when she fastened her legs together behind his head, holding him firmly in her crotch.
Pete, after his first rebellious reaction had passed, found he rather liked this.
"Keep going down on me, Pete," she begged. "I haven't had enough cunt-lapping yet."
"Hey," he murmured. "Does Mark get this sort of treatment every night."
She giggled, but even in her giggle there was passion. "Sometimes I keep the poor guy awake all night."
"I'll bet he doesn't mind that," Pete said.
"Never mind him. I'm your wife as of this moment. Mark is Mary's mate. Let's stay away from speaking of them for the time being."
Pete was slightly taken aback. "Oh… all right… sorry if I upset you, Cindy."
She began to pump her hips. "Damn it all, Pete, suck me, lap me off, do something that'll make me come again."
He applied his mouth to her cunt with vigor and in no time had her sighing and moaning as well as stiffening her body and clutching at his hair with strength he would not have believed she possessed. He quickened his lapping and, sighed, moaned, sighed again, breaking off in the sigh to shudder rapturously as she had a violently delightful orgasm, or at least he thought she had by the way she fondly tugged his hair and kissed his hands afterward.
He removed his head from between her long, moist thighs and sat up on the bed, then stared down into her lovely blue eyes. They were shining, he saw.
"Pete Braden," she said weakly, "you are absolutely wonderful in bed." Her long, blonde hair was damp with perspiration and she tried to slip it out of her eyes but without success – the hair clung to her cheeks. Grinning, she pulled her hair from her face and pushed it back as she sat up and wrapped her arms about her drawn-up knees. "I'm very glad you and Mary and Mark and I made the decision, Pete."
"The decision to trade partners on occasion? So am I, Cindy. I enjoyed this a lot. You're an extremely hot gal."
She frowned slightly. "I hope our trading won't be as infrequent as you make it sound, Pete. I don't believe I could stand it without you in bed with me at least once a week."
He laughed. "Thank you, ma'am," he said, bending his head in mock fashion. "May I return the compliment."
"What compliment?" she asked. "I mean that sincerely. It wasn't just a compliment. I'm really going to need you at least once a week."
He grinned. "Oh… I thought you were complimenting me on my masculinity."
She screwed up her face, wrinkling her nose cutely. "Silly, I was… and I wasn't. I never saw anyone like you… except Mark, of course. He's my husband and he's very good, too."
"I would imagine he is, Cindy. You'd make any man good in bed, I think." He paused. "I wonder how he and Mary are getting along."
She giggled like a schoolgirl. "I'll bet Mark's got his whang into your wife as far as it'll go, baby. I'll bet that dick of his is making Mary have one orgasm after another."
"Has Mark got a big one, Cindy?" Pete asked hesitantly.
She laughed. "Don't worry, Pete. Mark's got a good-sized cock, but he's not quite in your class. For heaven's sake, don't ever tell him I said this – it would hurt his feelings."
Pete grinned, told her he wouldn't, and a moment later gestured towards his prick. "See what you do to me, Cindy. It's hard all over again."
She smiled and, leaning over, kissed his cock passionately. "I love you," she said, appearing to be talking playfully to the prick and not Pete. "I love the sap out of you, you big, long devil."
Pete threw back his head and laughed so hard it hurt his ribs. "You're nuts, Cindy!" he cried. "But you're ever so wonderful."
"Your nuts are pretty wonderful, too, Pete," she said, playing on words.
"Ho boy, are we getting clever now!" he cried and, grabbing her, forced her down on her back and kissed her mouth. She snaked her tongue into his mouth and they tongue-kissed for several minutes before she broke free.
"Hey, I'm getting out of breath. I think I'd like a drink, too. How about you, Pete?"
He shrugged. "I'll have whatever you have."
She crawled off the bed, her tits sensuously swaying. He made a lunge for her, but she eluded him and ran from the room, her bare ass delightfully swinging from side to side. Pete followed her with his eyes and was tempted to hop out of bed, chase her and cornhole her on the floor. But since this was his first time with her as a swap partner, he figured he had better cool it a bit. After all, he had blown in both her cunt and her mouth already. There was no need to seek out still another hole to fill with jism.
Or was there?
He lay down flat on the bed, his cock erect again. Looking at it, he smiled tensely and wondered why it was he had seldom felt this way with his own wife.
"Knock it off," he muttered aloud. "Don't start thinking that way, you nut."
Cindy was gone so long that Pete finally got up from the crumpled bed and walked naked into the front room. The lights were on just as they had left them, but Cindy was not in view. Thinking she had gone to the bathroom, he poured himself a drink and carried it to a sofa and sat down. He had no more than done so when the front door opened and a young woman stepped into the house. When she saw that Pete was naked, she flushed and, turning about, yanked at the door and murmured something about being a neighbor who wanted to use Cindy's phone. She also mumbled she was terribly sorry that she didn't know Cindy had a guest. Before Pete could move, the woman was out of the house and the door had been closed.
Pete grinned. "Not bad," he said softly, referring to the woman's build. She had been a brown-haired, big-titted woman with nice legs and hips.
"Who's not bad, Pete?" Cindy asked from behind him.
He turned and saw she was wearing a robe. He glanced at his own nakedness. "Maybe I'd better pull on my pants," he said. "A woman barged in a moment ago, a brown-haired gal. Afraid she saw me naked and left in a hurry. Said she wanted to use the phone." He cleared his throat. "Guess I embarrassed her."
Cindy laughed. "That must have been Rose. She lives next door. She's not married… afraid of men, I guess, something like that. I'll have a hell of a time explaining what you were doing here naked." Cindy frowned thoughtfully. "The hell I will. This is my house. On second thought, I won't say a word to her about it. I mean I won't explain anything."
Pete held up his glass. "I helped myself to a drink."
"Oh, fine, Pete." Cindy frowned again a moment later. "Tell me, did Rose just barge right in without knocking?"
Pete shifted his weight on the sofa, nearly spilling his drink. "Well," he replied uncomfortably, "I didn't see her when she came in. Maybe she knocked and I didn't hear her."
"Do you know what I think she is, Pete?" Cindy said suddenly, carrying her drink across the room as she talked.
Pete stared at her. "I have no idea, Cindy." He paused. "I scarcely saw the woman. Tell you the truth, I was looking for a pillow or something to cover myself with and I didn't see her too clearly. I…"
"I don't believe you understood me, Pete. What I'm saying is this… I think we have a female Peeping Tom next door. I'll bet you anything she looked in one of the side windows, saw you sitting here naked and ran around the door and barged in on purpose."
This seemed incredible to Pete. "But," he said, "she seemed honestly embarrassed. I'm fairly certain of that. She…"
"It was an act, Pete. She was putting on an act. I can't prove this, but I've had vague suspicions about her for some time now."
"Hmm," Pete said. "Interesting."
"Maybe we should call her a Peeping Tomette. Tom sounds too masculine to me," Cindy said absently.
"Unless, of course, she is one of those females."
Cindy shook her head. "She's not the lesbian type. I wonder… just what type she really is."
Pete laughed. "You'd better get me one of Mark's robes. She might be looking at me through the window."
Cindy giggled. "If I thought she was, I swear I'd put on one hell of a show for her… like sucking your cock, for example."
Pete sucked in his breath. "I like the way you talk, doll. I really do." He paused and glanced at his wrist watch. "It's time for me to go home, Cindy. We agreed on three hours… right?"
"Has the time gone that fast?" she asked, dismay on her face.
"Yes," Pete replied. "I promised Mary I wouldn't overstay my welcome."
"Okay, Pete," she said, smiling. "I had a wonderful time. You'd… better get dressed before you go out that door, you know."
He grinned. "I suppose you're right," he told her. "I had a fine time, too." He meant it.
She grinned. "Send Mark home when you get to your place, will you?"
"Sure… unless he's got his dick buried in my wife, in which case I won't."
Cindy simply smiled and Pete went to the bedroom where he dressed rapidly. Returning to the front room, he grinned when he realized he had a hard-on from remembering the session. He kissed her, said he would see her again soon, and left the house.