The woman was lost in a paradise of her own making. She had been fucked eight times in every hole in her body. He had fucked her up the ass and then in her clutching pussy before letting her suck him off. Not content with this, he had made his own pussy out of her tits and fucked them. Now she was showing him a trick or two for pleasuring a woman.
His tongue lashed out and ran up and down the juicy slit until she was about ready to collapse. He diddled her cunt with his tongue and went back to her cunt hole. She loved it. She couldn't get enough of his sucking mouth love.
"More, give me more, dammit!" she cried.
Her body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat now. She felt it dribbling between her tits. As it ran down her belly and into the tangled jungle of her pussy mound, she knew that she had found the perfect position to get eaten out.
Her muscles were tensed up and this kept her cunt nice and tight around the man's tongue. She loved the fit of his tongue into her cunt. He couldn't tongue fuck as far into her cunt as he could with his prick, but this was a deliciously different sensation. Different. So different she got off as his tongue slid out and pressed wetly between the slabs of her asscheek.
He wiggled his tongue all the way up her asshole and reamed her out good with growing desire.
She came and came and came. Candy lost track of how long she stood there on the bed, her legs widespread, her arms supporting her, as she leaned against the wall. It didn't matter. AU that counted now was the intense feelings released in her body.
At last she had found a man who could satisfy her and more. Charlie actually wore her out!
She was sure she had died and gone to heaven.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I tell you I couldn't be happier with the trade!" exclaimed Candy, looking nervously at her sister.
She was afraid Mandy might be insulted that she preferred Charlie to her own dull husband. But Candy's twin didn't show the least bit of anger at the words.
"I sort of like it with Stan, too," the other woman admitted. She sipped at her coffee, then fumbled out a cigarette and lit it. She was having a hard time telling Candy she preferred Stan to Charlie.
Candy heaved a deep breath and launched into what she had to say. "I think we should make the switch permanently. I really do. I love the way Charlie fucks. He is simply the best cocksman I have ever been to bed with. He's super!"
"You think so?" said Mandy, still unsure of herself. She didn't want her sister making any sacrifices for her benefit. They had gone through school doing it that way. Always the noble Candy protecting her not-quite-so-bright and social sister. "I wouldn't mind making the switch either, but I want to make sure you really mean it. Really."
"I really do," said Candy. "We actually fucked nine times last night. I couldn't believe it. I figured it out. Almost six hundred feet of cock. Six hundred feet of wonderful fucking prick! And all for me!"
Mandy shivered a little. She had never worked it out that way, but it sounded gross. She preferred the way Stan made it. It was so simple and laid back – and exciting in its own way. The man didn't make a big thing out of fucking like Charlie did. He wasn't out to get in any sex book on the most times fucked in a night. He went slow enough to make sure she was really hot and then he built up the speed of his fucking.
How could the twins have ever gotten so mismatched in their marriages?
"I don't know if it's legal or not," said Candy, rushing on before Mandy changed her mind.
"What difference does it make if the men are satisfied? I think Stan prefers me, if you want to know the truth."
Candy bristled a little at that, then relaxed. Her sister was probably right. Stan never did understand her incessant need for fucking and sucking and living out her sex fantasies. Charlie understood – and more. He actually helped her live out her wildest dreams. That made life with him all the sexier.
"Okay, let's do it. But we're going to have to swap a lot more info to keep them from finding out. Like I never knew you were a virgin when you got married."
Mandy blushed furiously. It was just about as Candy had thought. Her sister was a real prude. So good, then. She and Stan would have the perfect life together. They could shake hands and then go to bed and go to sleep. Candy intended to do a damned sight more than shake hands with Charlie every night. She was beginning to wonder how many nights in a row the man could fuck like he had done the night before. Candy guessed she could eventually wear him out – but what fun finding out how long it would take!
Candy parked the car in the drive and fumbled out her keys. The keyring was still strange. She vowed to switch over to one like she had for her other house. Mandy and Stan's house, she corrected herself. She had moved out with the agreement with her sister. It would be her and Charlie, Mandy and Stan from now on. All she would have to do was remember that neither of the men knew the change had been made.
She finally got the door open and went into the living room. She sighed at the memory of the fucking that had gone on in this very room the night before. The scene at the disco had been only prelude to the hot and heavy action. She shivered deliciously at the thought of how she had raced around the darkened house like a tiger being stalked by the great white hunter. It was even more fun thinking of what had happened when Charlie had found her. Her asshole still burned from the butt-fucking he had given her.
"Hello, doll," came the quiet voice from behind her.
Candy jumped, dropping her handbag. The presence of anyone else in the room was entirely unexpected. Charlie wasn't due home from work for another hour.
Turning, she saw Stan. The woman turned pale at the idea that the man had figured out the switch so soon. Candy stammered and tried to think of a good excuse. Nothing rational came to mind.
"What's wrong, Mandy?" Stan asked. "You seem so flustered. This isn't like you. You're usually so calm and cool, not flighty like that bitch I'm married to."
"B-bitch?" Candy stammered, realizing Stan meant her. He still thought she was Mandy, but what was this noise? "How dare you talk about my sister that way! She's a good person!"
"That's not what you usually say. You've been telling me what a pushy bitch she is and how you've hated it. And that's why you don't mind fucking around with me these sleepy afternoons. I think it's only your way of getting back at her, but I don't care. Not as long as I can have you."
He came up, his arms circling her waist. Candy tried to back away and found his lips crushing into hers. She was so confused that she didn't know what to do. In spite of herself, she felt her resistance melting. She returned the kiss, wondering what her husband was up to.
"That's more like it, babe," Stan said. "I love these afternoons together. It gives me a chance to get away from her."
"Her? You mean Candy?"
"Sure, that bitch. All the time bugging me about what a lousy lay I am, how I'm just not able to fuck all night long like she wants. You know better, doll, you know me and I can relax with you. I'm not out to prove something. If it hadn't been for you, I'd have dumped her a long time ago. It just seems so strange you being twins and all."
"And how long have we been seeing each other?" Candy asked, trying to control her temper. She realized then that her sister had been seducing Stan all the time. And Mandy had, cleverly maneuvered her into trading husbands! She had actually thought it was all her own idea!
"Year? Year and a half. Who keeps count? Or do you? Am I so good that you put little check marks in your diary?"
"I don't keep a diary," Candy said, then stopped. She didn't know if Mandy kept one or not. She, Candy, never had. It seemed silly to her. She could remember each and every man she had ever fucked. The memory and the warmth remaining in her pussy were all that counted.