Everybody was in an excellent mood when the Conway family was back on the road the next day. Of course there was no way they could openly discuss what had made them so cheerful, since last night's sex was what brought the smiles to their faces. So they chattered about this and that, enjoying one another's company in general as they passed the time. And in the process did manage to at least flirt with the key subject.
It happened when, quite naturally, Helen Conway made mention of Christy's overnight stay with her uncle. Christy answered that she'd enjoyed herself very much as Arnie's guest. He was a real nice guy. It was hard to believe such a good catch had stayed a bachelor so long, she noted, although she was sure that plenty of women had tried to drag him to the altar.
"Hey, ol' Arnie knows what he's doing." Brad Conway chuckled at the mention of his brother-in-law's unmarried status. "Why buy a cow when you can get all the milk you need under the fence?"
"Oh, isn't it just like a man to say something like that?" Helen complained with good humor. Then she turned to Christy. "Don't pay any attention to your father, honey, he's just talking through his hat. I make sure he stays on his own side of the fence – and likes it."
"Mmmm, I'll bet," Christy muttered.
"Yeah," her father admitted, while squeezing her mother's thigh, "guess I don't have any complaints about being an old married man. Arnie does his thing and I do mine."
Satisfied with his response, Helen squeezed back, just shy of her husband's cock.
"Now behave yourselves, you two," Christy teased. "I was gonna take a nap, but now I dunno if you can't keep your hands off each other. Unless I keep an eye on you, we might have an accident."
"Don't worry, you can trust us." Helen girlishly giggled. "You go ahead and stretch out, we'll act our age."
And Christy did lie down on the back seat with her eyes closed. But she was faking it, too curious for a nap now as she eavesdropped on her parents.
"Is she asleep?" Brad asked Helen after a while.
Helen checked, then nodded, clearly eager to hear what her husband had to say now that their daughter wouldn't overhear.
"Well, then, just wanna tell you that I got a hard-on that won't quit," Brad whispered.
"Mmmm, I can see," Helen murmured. "And my cunt's just as wet as your big cock is hard."
"Wish we could pull over so I could fuck you right now."
"Oh, don't tempt me. We've just gotta wait until tonight, that's all."
"You mean after we get back from being bored silly by Ann and Pete?"
"She's your sister. And we can't very well call it off after we've already stayed with Meg on this trip," Helen pointed out. "You know how jealous Ann and Meg can get of each other. And if they both don't get an evening with their darling brother, you'll never hear the end of it."
"Suppose you're right," grumbled Brad. Then he brightened up. "But once we get back to our motel, I'm fucking hell out of you, woman. We'll get Christy a separate room this time, no matter how much I have to bribe the guy at the desk."
"Ahhh, it's a date," Helen murmured. "Now let's change the subject, or I'll come in my pants just thinking about it."
Christy felt sorry for her horny parents being stuck with Aunt Ann and Uncle Pete when all they wanted to do was be alone and fuck. She also felt more than a little sorry for herself, getting paired off with her four-eyed shrimp of a cousin, David, so he could bore her while the adults were doing the same with one another in the den.
"This is my room," David said, giving Christy a guided tour that had so far left her numb with disinterest.
"You have your own video-tape machine?" she asked, trying to be polite when she spotted the VCR.
"Saved up my own money to buy it," David answered, his eyes lighting up through the thick lenses of his glasses. "Know why?"
Christy shrugged.
"Because," her cousin confidentially told her, "my folks have their own VCR. And this way I can get a look at their tapes without them being any the wiser."
Christy found her curiosity aroused. "Why, what's on them?"
"See for yourself."
David switched on the equipment, anxiously awaiting his cousin's reaction. He wasn't disappointed. Christy's mouth fell open as she watched a home video of her naked Aunt Ann and Uncle Pete fucking other people, side by side.
"They're swingers," David explained. "Get off by watching each other get laid when they swap with a couple who dig the same thing."
Christy's curiosity was running wild by now. "Do you think your folks'd try coming on to my folks if they had the chance? Like if they thought we'd be gone for long enough to leave them alone so something could happen?"
"It's worth a try."
From there the cousins hurriedly discussed their tactics. It was just a matter of settling on the details, since they'd achieved a meeting of the minds about their main goal.
It was still early, they said to their parents when they went into the den, and there wasn't much to do around the house. Would it be all right if they went to a movie together for a couple of hours to pass the time?
Brad and Helen were hesitant, but Pete and Ann thought it was a fine idea. In fact, Pete gave his son a ten-dollar bill and the keys to the car. After that, Brad and Helen had to go along.
Out of the house with Christy, David drove about a half mile before she asked him if it weren't time to turn back. He eagerly nodded, made a U-turn, and sped back the way they'd come. He parked a block away from the house. They walked the rest of the way, then slipped in through the kitchen door without their parents having any idea they were on the scene.
A hall led to the den from the kitchen. The door was slightly ajar when the tiptoeing cousins arrived to spy on their parents. Their timing was perfect.
"Having the kids go to a movie was a real break," Pete told his in-laws. "Because it gives Ann and me a chance to tell you something about us that we really hope you'll be able to get into."
Helen and Brad nodded, not knowing what to expect.
And now Ann spoke up. "What Pete's trying to say is that we've found something terrific that really makes a difference in our marriage. Since the kids are gone, we'd love it if you'd try it with us tonight."
Helen and Brad glanced at each other, then waited for an explanation.
The one they got took their breaths away.
"We swing," Pete matter-of-factly stated.
"You know what that means, don't you?"
"You mean that you… with other people?" Helen gulped.
"Fuck them," Pete said.
But even more shocking was what Ann now boldly said. "We've sucked and fucked with lots of other couples… but doing it with my own brother and his wife would be the biggest turn-on of all."
Now it was Helen's turn to turn bold as she took a deep breath and named the obvious consequences of wife-swapping with her in-laws. "But that'd mean Brad would be… fucking you, Ann. His own sister."
"It's been my number-one fantasy since I was a little girl," Ann said. "That's why, when Brad and I were growing up, I'd show off bare-assed around him whenever I got the chance. And I know he noticed, because of the way his cock would bulge."
Helen fixed her husband with a riveting gaze.
"It's true," Brad sheepishly admitted. "Used to jack off over Sis all the time."
"And what would you do now?" Helen gulped. "If I agreed to go along with this?"
"F-fuck Ann," Brad stammered.
The room was thick with tension as Helen turned to her sister-in-law. "He's all yours, Ann."
Ann needed no further encouragement. As she stood, she dropped her skirt. Then she tugged her bikini panties right up into her hairy cunt so her bush bristled at the sides and her lower cunt-lips oozed in exposure. Next, she closed the distance between her and wide-eyed Brad.
"Eat it, stud," she said to her seated brother. "Suck my panties out of my horny cunt and eat right through me while my Pete and your Helen watch. Maybe it'll give 'em some ideas about each other and we'll have ourselves an orgy on our hands."
Brad's face pressed flush against his sister's flexing cunt. Then his slurping tongue was within her juicy cunt-gash. And at this point, responding to the example set by their spouses, Pete and Helen made eye-contact.
"You like 'em big, honey?" he asked her.
"Bigger the better."
"Then how about trying this on for size?"
Pete unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He hadn't exaggerated.
Having made her decision to go along with the swap, Helen Conway dropped to her knees before her well-hung brother-in-law. Pete rewarded her by jamming his long, thick hard-on down her welcoming throat.
But Helen wasn't satisfied with just sucking cock. Pulling Pete down to her level, she coaxed him to twist his rigid cock around in her mouth.
"Sixty-nine!" Helen urged with a slurping mouthful of cock.
Pete promptly flipped up her skirt. She had on panty-hose, which he yanked down to her knees. Then he buried his face in the hairy mound of her uncovered cunt, lancing it with every inch of his tongue.
And, as they feasted between each other's legs, Helen and Pete did not go unnoticed…
"Oh, look at them," Ann said to her brother, as Brad ate her cunt. "Helen's going down on Pete's cock at the same time he does it to her cunt."
"You mean, we ought to catch up with them and sixty-nine, too, Sis?" Brad asked.
"Absolutely! That's what a swing-party's all about!" Ann declared. "Everybody getting it on as good as everybody else."
"Hold on then, Sis," panted Brad.
He bolted from his chair. His sister was forced back. Yielding at the waist, Ann was flattened on the carpet with Brad draped on top of her. From there he pivoted, winding up straddling her head.
"Oooooh, you don't know how long I've waited to get my chance at your cock," Ann told her brother.
Ann unbuckled Brad's belt, then yanked open his pants and pulled them down with his shorts. His stiff cock sprang forth. A moment later and Ann was deep-throating it to the root.
So now the couples sixty-nined together, mirror images of one another. It was a question now of which of the two husbands or pair of wives would come first as a result of getting it on with a swapped mate.
The first orgasmic payoff was a female tie. Helen and Ann climaxed simultaneously. Each fed the other's husband the cum from her tongue-fucked cunt, and both men greedily feasted on the sweet nectar while continuing to fuck mouth at the other end of the action.
Then, swiftly, Brad and Pete caught up. Their cocks exploded down the thirstily gulping throats of each other's wife. The women drained the balls of their new partners dry, then kept on deep-throating to make sure that the cocks remained hard in spite of being so thoroughly milked.
"Hmmm, I've still got some kinda bone in my cock," Brad said to his brother-in-law. "How about you?"
"Hard as a rock," the other answered. "Well, then, let's use 'em! These bitches didn't keep our cocks this hard for nothing. Sucking's over, time for fucking!"
"Yeah! Let's go for it, fella!"
Moving as if each were a reflection of the other, Brad and Pete wheeled around above their swapped wives. Helen and Ann reacted in kind, raising their knees to reveal their already sucked cunts between their flared thighs in the classic fucking pose.
"Put it in me!" both women cried.
Both cocks surged, making the juicy cunts they hilted squish out loud. In reaction, each wife wrapped her legs around the other's husband and pushed back as he began to fuck her.
"Oooooh," Ann cried, "I've been swinging for the last five years and have a hung husband of my own, but this is the cock my cunt's been waiting for ever since I found out what fucking is. My own brother's big, hard cock!"
"Your cunt's so tight, Sis!" Brad grunted while he rhythmically thrust. "You'd bring out the stud in almost any guy."
Pete called over to his brother-in-law as he fucked Helen alongside Brad and Ann. "Well, this little wife of yours has a cunt just as tight as any that any man could ever want to fuck. She might not be my sister, but I'll be more than glad to screw her any time."
"Mmmm, the feeling's mutual." Helen moaned, letting Pete know she was more than satisfied with her end of the bargain. "Just watch me come for you, stud!"
Helen climaxed at once, her rippling cunt tugging and hauling Pete's cock while she shuddered from head to toe. And once it was obvious how much she was coming, Ann was determined to equal Helen's performance.
"Hurry, Brad." Ann urged her brother. "Make me come for you, too!"
Brad promptly ripped open his sister's blouse and went for her big tits. Snatching them out of her bra, he wrenched them around.
"Owwwww, perfect!" Ann squealed with painful pleasure. "It's like lightning, going straight from my titties to my cunt!"
Ann came every bit as hard as Helen just had before her. So now it was the latter's turn to make sure she held her own with her sister-in-law.
"Do something to my titties, too!" Helen instructed Pete.
She wore a sweater. Then it was over her head and gone, along with her bra. Her tits were large, too. Pete went for them face-first instead of with his hands, licking until they glistened with his spit and then popping a plump nipple into his mouth.
"Don't just suck," Helen said. "Use your teeth and bite. Bite me! Bite, my tits!"
Pete gave her what she craved, clamping down on her tender tit-flesh.
"Arrgghhh!" Helen screamed. "Hurts soooo gooooood! I'm coming twice as much now as I did before!"
"Oh, don't let her get ahead of me!" Ann frantically told Brad. "Pour it on, stud!"
At this point, Brad turned his attention to a new target on his sister's body. From her tits he lowered his hands all the way below his cock in her cunt. Then he seized her ass-cheeks and yanked them apart. Next, a finger from either side pushed toward the narrow opening at the heart of her ass-crack, probing to enter.
"Yes! Damn, yes!" Ann expressed her delight that Brad had found her back door. "Do it to me down there! Finger-fuck my horny asshole at the same time your big cock's fucking my cunt!"
Brad dug right in with the pair of fingers, so he could feel his cock bumping against the thin wall separating his sister's asshole and cunt. For her part, Ann climaxed deliriously.
And reacting to her sister-in-law's surge of added orgasmic joy from getting it up the ass, Helen would settle for nothing less on her own account. "Finger-fuck my ass, too!"
"Hey, I can do something even better than that for you, if your ass can take it," he said.
"You know it can!"
"Hold on, then!"
Pete slipped his cock out of Helen's cunt. From there he aimed his cock a notch below, widening the narrow female passage by stretching the lower cheeks as widely as they would go.
"If you've got any second thoughts about all this cock where you're tightest, little lady, this is your last chance to stop me!" Pete offered Helen an opportunity to change her mind.
"Ram me! Rip me! Fuck the shit out of my ass with your monster cock!" she screamed.
"That's guaran-damned-teed!" said Pete.
His loins bucking with power, he shafted Helen's welcoming asshole with every inch of his huge cock on the first try. She whimpered with pain, then sang out in ecstasy, as she abruptly came from an assful of cock. It was even better than getting her cunt fucked.
And, continuing the pattern which had been set, Ann and Brad could only feel challenged. Neither had to say anything to the other. His cock automatically left her cunt to angle toward his sister's hairy asshole. Then Ann added a special twist of her own. Rolling over, she jumped up on all fours like a bitch in heat to take the cock where she shit from behind.
After that, Ann and Helen were so pleased with themselves that they stopped trying to top each other with their borrowed partners, coming side by side on the same wavelength from the stiff pricks fucking their asses. So now it was left to Brad and Pete to pick up on their own male rivalry – that is, which husband could shoot his wad first up the ass of the other's wife.
Nothing was said, but the macho race to see who'd come first was clearly in progress between Brad and Pete. Faster and faster the brother-in-laws pistoned their cocks. Their pace was relentless. No man could stand that much friction for long without creamy, spurting results.
Then, finally, Brad crowed, "I'm there! God, am I gonna shoot it! What a load!"
"Can't beat mine!" Pete replied.
Neither Brad nor Pete won the race to the finish line. But there was no loser either because in the same instant each buried cock erupted at the depths of the other man's ass-fucked wife.
"Oh, my God, I'm swamped!" Ann happily reported about her assful of jizz.
"Drowned is more like it if your asshole's anything like mine!" Helen expressed her delight. "He's still coming and I'm already leaking."
"Ahhh, same here. I'm gonna be such a mess after this is over."
"Me, mmmmm, too. But why does it have to be over until we clean each other up?"
"You mean just us two, no men?"
"If you want to."
"Then you're bi?"
"Never knew I was before, but I sure am for you. I'm just dying to suck all that cum out of your fucked ass while you do it to me."
"Talk about an offer I can't refuse."
And so Helen and Ann had agreed on an ass-reaming female sixty-nine to follow the ass-fucking they'd received from each other's husband. As for Brad and Pete, they could hardly protest. By the time their balls were drained, their cocks were totally limp, temporarily fucked out of commission. Indeed, the only chance they had to get back their hard-ons was by watching their horny wives put on a lesbian show for them.
Helen and Ann didn't let themselves or their husbands down. Curling into position with their faces buried between each other's sloppy ass-cheeks, the rim-jobs they traded were slurping poetry.
It was only a matter of time before Brad and Pete swung back into action, for within minutes, Helen and Ann had allowed themselves to be pulled apart and were getting fucked all over again by each other's husband, this time so their cunts would wind up as drenched with jizz as their assholes had already been.