Always when she came to enough to feel, she felt his hot tongue blazing in her crotch along with his steaming, scorching breath. Too much!
Out of consciousness she went…
Back to reality and Fred was holding her tightly to his chest, kissing her eye lids, brushing her face with his hot kisses, caressing her naked tits with his hot hands.
"You all right?" he whispered softly.
She nodded weakly.
"I better take you home," he whispered in his low, sexy voice.
She shook her head. She couldn't explain that she had nothing to go home to. She had no children, nothing except a dull husband and the trying to rekindle a lost love. She was not going home to wife swapping parties and kid fucking. She had what she wanted and his arms were holding her. She would never leave Fred. He did to her what she wanted and now was her chance to live the free life she wanted to. Only she would never be free of Fred. His fucking was too good!
She had no intentions of going back to her apartment and to her boring life with Bob. No way! She would die first. Fred had fucked her so damned good, she could never leave him! But she didn't have the strength to tell him.
They sat on the grass at the beach and clung to each other in tender love. Fred finally carried her to the car and dressed her at the first crack of dawn.
"Are you sure you don't want to go home?" he whispered.
She shook her head drowsely. "Never. I'm going to stay with you… if you'll have me…"
"I'll have you," he smiled his broad grin. His voice sent ripples of desire through her body.
"Promise you'll love me and fuck me all the time…" she moaned.
He nodded his dark head and held her close to his hot body. He never figured an old man like him would ever find a lovely child like this to cling to for the rest of his life. Oh, yes, he would love her. He would fuck her for as long as she could stand it. He held her tightly, kissing her eye lids tenderly.
Barbie melted into his arms and felt a new life and love bubble and surge inside her young body. She smiled blissfully.
Never had she had a fuck like Fred! Never had she tingled and shot off such a load of cum! She would never leave her fucker! Never!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"All right, all you fuckin' little bastards, get the hell outta my house!" Jim shouted at the youngsters sprawled on the floor with all the naked wives.
"Sonofabitch! Plan a wife-swappin' orgy, and the bitches get pissed at us for having other women over, and the minute we're outta the Goddamned house, they import the little shitheads in. Imagine, fuckin' those little assholes!" Bob snorted, jerking the young kids up off the floor and throwing piles of clothes at them.
"Look at you! You Goddamned bitchin' whore!" Carl snarled at Candy.
All the young boys scrambled to get into their clothes and split as soon as they got their pants buttoned.
"Where the Goddamned hell's Barbie?" Bob asked.
Jan and Candy shrugged their shoulders.
Jim slapped Jan across the face, leaving his imprint.
"Where is she? Fuckin' some kid in the bedroom?" He stormed through the house looking for his buddy's wife.
"She left," Candy put in.
"Only decent woman here," Carl snarled.
"But she's not here," Candy said, smiling wickedly at Bob.
"She's probably home where a wife SHOULD be," Carl said and stomped out of the house.
"Carl, honey, does this mean no more parties?" Candy called after him.
"Shut up, you whore!" Carl snarled and slammed the door.
Candy dressed and went home.
Jim and Jan sat in the kitchen, fighting.
Bob left, thinking he would find his wife at home in the apartment, just waiting for him. He felt rather smug about the whole thing. So the parties weren't going so well. At least his wife was reliable and stable. Not like that dumb asshole, Candy. God, she was stupid! Bob couldn't believe it.
Bob was surprised as hell when he got home and didn't find his wife. He stayed surprised when she never showed up again! Nobody knew what had happened to Barbie. She was just plain long gone…
Candy and Jan talked one day over coffee. Jan being the older, reasoned Barbie had come to a rotten end. Somebody had done her in. Probably killed her off. She shivered at the thought.
Candy smiled her shit-eating grin and said nothing about the phone call she had gotten from Barbie. Candy didn't tell anybody how happy Barbie was or where she was. Candy was too dumb to remember, wasn't she?
The next Saturday night rolled around and the wife swapping party was on again, only there were just two couples left. Bob didn't show since Barbie had left. He had filed a missing person's report and heard nothing, so he stayed home to see if his wife would return.
The party started out rotten.
Jan and Jim were still pissed at each other and Candy and Carl were at each other's throats.
"You want my wife now?" Carl asked Jim.
"Shit, I ain't in the mood to fuck a child molester," Jim answered.
"I keep telling you guys, those kids crashed the party. We don't even know who they are," Candy said stupidly.
"She's too dumb to lie," Carl said, standing up for his new wife in an awkward way.
"Come one, let's fuck," Jim said, taking Candy's hand.
"Gee, I'm glad you're so enthusiastic," Candy said sarcastically sweet.
"Where do you wanna fuck?" Jim asked.
"On your cock," Candy smiled.
"Dumb. Dumb."
Candy ignored Jim and stripped off her clothes. Her jutting titties stood rigidly ready. Her long, flowing red hair hung down over her slender shoulders to her tits. Her flaming snatch sparkled of dampness.
Jim dropped his pants and took off his shirt. He might not have acted excited about fucking but his cock was heated and ready, strong and tall.
"Wanna watch, honey?" Candy asked her husband on the couch.
She couldn't see why her husband would go for her fucking Jim and resent the little boys. Just one of his many quirks. Anyway, she had no intentions of letting that good, hard cock go to waste, so she bumped her red pussy up against Jim's heavy throbber.
"Uuuuummmmm, soooooo hot and nice," she hissed, like a coiling snake.
She felt his arms go around her naked body and hold her tightly to him as he rubbed his stony cock up and down her pussy and lower belly. She felt the steady throbs and beats of his rock-hard prick as he pushed against her soft, creamy skin. She put her mouth to his and took his tongue eagerly. She anxiously sucked on his tongue while her own trickled around in his spit. She felt the lovely pangs of passion mount in her body while her flushed face burned against his. Her body felt warm and loved as his hands caressed her nipples and slipped down her smooth skin to her rounded hips. She sighed her pleasure as she gently rubbed her flaming snatch against his pounding peter. She simply adored fucking… anybody! Her body quivered with delight as her oozing twat dribbled juices into her runny crack. Her buns flexed at his hot touch. Her mouth was open while he tongued her full lips and just inside lips to her teeth. She melted at his warm touch, just as she did to anybody's. Her skin prickled with lust for his steaming cock that rubbed around in her matted, damp, hairy twat.
She felt herself turned around so her back was up against his front. She loved his hard cock pressing into her asscrack! His hot hands held her jutting tits and flicked her rigid rosebuds. She trembled with lustful passion.