“Well, Beth baby, it looks like you and me, doesn’t it?” Barnett said.
Beth ran her hands sensuously up and down her smooth, pale-ivory, almost translucent flesh. She moistened her lips provocatively. “So it does, John,” she said. “How do you want to do it? Your wish is my command.
“I’ll lie on my back. You get on top.”
“Whatever you say.”
The others watched with passion-glazed eyes as the blond man lay prone on the floor with his cock standing straight up like some quivering battle standard. Beth Wellington moved to straddle him, her thighs clenching his waist, her petal like flowered cunt poised above his thick erection as she reached down to hold it steady. To Jill’s eyes, the two blond people on the floor looked like perfect specimens of the Aryan race about to partake of a great pagan religious ceremony in some exquisite temple.
“Now, honey, now!” George Wellington suddenly shouted from the ring of faces. “Shove your cunt down on his cock right now!”
And Beth obeyed her husband’s command, levering herself down hard to drive Barnett’s long hard penis far up into her soft, warm vagina. She emitted a low wail of pleasure-pain, her face contorting with lust and little beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. Barnett reached up to grasp her waist, raising her up so that just the head of his thick shaft of hot flesh was embedded in the stretched pink lips of her hair-fringed cunt. then drove her down harshly as he flexed his buttocks off the rug in an upward thrust. Beth moaned again, her eyes squeezed tightly shut now and her mouth open in a mindless desire. Then, using her knees as leverage, she began to slide up and down John’s wetly glistening penis with slow, expert strokes.
“That’s it, Beth, that’s it!” Will Prescott shouted with passion-crazed excitement, taking the hand of his wife, Edie, and placing it around his long, thick, blue-veined cock. “Ride that pecker, girl!”
“Ooooo, I wish that was me out there,” Gay Sommers whispered heatedly.
“It will be, soon enough,” Tom said, his voice hoarse with lust as he felt the intense lewd excitement which filled the room at that moment.
Edie Prescott released her husband’s thick cock after giving it a wifely squeeze, and stepped over to Tom. She looked at him briefly, her big sensuous breasts with their dark aureoles and rigid nipples were taut on her chest, then her eyes returned to the wildly undulating couple on the floor. But her hand dipped down, cupping the new male member’s sperm-filled balls in her small palm and rubbing them gently. His arm went around her and found one firm breast and squeezed it possessively, his forefinger and thumb tweaking the nipple.
The other naked forms in the wife swap club were slipping down onto the floor now, never losing sight of Beth and John performing so lewdly before them. They were pairing off as they did so. Edie was with Tom, and Will Prescott went to where Gay Sommers was kneeling on the rug and began to rub his already palpitating cock along her right cheek and around across her wetly parted lips. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out reflexively to lick the hardened rod while her veiled eyes watched Beth and John. George Wellington gathered Laura Barnett into his arms, his outstretched right middle finger dipping between her slender, alabaster legs and entering the wet warmth of her vaginal tunnel while one of her long, tapered fingers curled around his body and found his anus. She toyed with it for a moment, then the nail flicked inside the tiny, puckered nether ring… then her finger to the first joint, then all the way to her palm as Wellington cried out at the same time in pain and rapture.
Harry Sommers crossed the floor to where Jill had sunk onto her right hip with her legs splayed out to the side, watching the whole carnal sight unfolding before her with mesmeric fascination. Harry held his slowly rising penis in his right hand, stroking it lightly as he sat down beside the beautiful young blonde. With his other hand, he found her succulent left breast and caressed it easily, familiarly, tweaking the nipple. Jill leaned against his hard-muscled body gratefully, the contact of his hand on her nakedly sensitive breast making her shudder, her throbbing wet vagina afire with seething, churning desire. God, she had never dreamed anything could be like this! She had never dreamed people were this base, this physical, to seek pleasure in such orgasmic manner… that an actual orgy such as this really could take place in modern society. But was it bad? Was it evil or wrong? No, no, not if it made you feel this way, if it kindled your emotional fires so white-hot that you thought you would go mad from the intensity and from the need for release!
She felt Harry’s warmly moistened lips on her breast now, licking and suckling the nipple, then trailing down over her belly, pausing to flick into the creamy indentation of her navel before moving to her down-soft pubic triangle. She lay out full-length on her back, her legs opening in a lewd invitation; she knew that Harry was about to kiss her hungering cunt, and trembling violently with the expectancy of it, her head turned so that her eyes saw once again Barnett and Beth Wellington in the middle of the collapsed ring of naked flesh.
Beth rode John’s hammering cock thrust far up into her belly as if it was a wild, untamable stallion and she a cowboy who never gave up. She hurtled herself up and down his great shaft, her naked hips gyrating with fantastic speed, her hands kneading and manipulating her own breasts while his finger dug mercilessly into the soft ivory flesh of her flanks and grinding buttocks. Her long blonde tresses swirled like threads of golden silk around her flailing head, and she made little mewling sounds deep in her throat, totally abandoned now.
Will Prescott had raised Gay Sommers on her knees, facing away from him, and now he guided his trembling penis to the glistening, wetly waiting hole of her vagina, teasing the bloated cockhead inside her tender cuntal lips. Then, almost brutally, he levered forward to drive his lust-hardened shaft far into the belly of Harry’s kneeling wife. She cried out in total submission and began buffeting back crazily against Prescott’s pumping pelvis. His hands reached under to cup her full, swaying breasts and knead them as if they were the teats of contented dairy cow and he was the milker.
Redheaded Laura Barnett was lying facing the center of the ring, stretched full length on her side and George Wellington was stretched out behind her. One of his hands was caressing her full sensuous breasts the other, middle finger extended, was fucking rhythmically into her moistened little cunt. His great cock was jammed far up into the hot hidden depths of her straining rectum, and his loins worked feverishly as he pistoned into her while they watched his wife and John Barnett fucking less than three feet away…
Edie Prescott straddled Tom in the classic sixty-nine position, her legs splayed wide over his shoulders and her moist lipped, hair-fringed cunt was grinding frantically down over his sheened, eagerly working face and tongue. Her head and mouth were moving slavishly up and down his rigid cock, holding its base in one small, delicate hand as she sucked and licked him with little crooning sounds of delight. She used her other hand to stroke and manipulate his balls, squeezing the heavy scrotum convulsively but yet tenderly, while Tom had his fingers dipped into the darkened crevice of her perfectly formed buttocks to spread them and her naked cuntal slit wide for his insatiably licking tongue.
The pressure of the passion and lust building inside Jill was immense now as she saw, separately and in a montage-like blur, the carnal acts of the flesh which were being performed all around her. The nakedly fucking couples were in a circle around the man and wife in the center and she, Jill, was part of that circle! The heady, musky, overpowering scent of sex assailed her nostrils like an aphrodisiac, and the deliciously enticing moaning and wailing of desire filled her ears in an impossibly sweet symphony.