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.