Robert Vickers

Spouse swapping twins

CHAPTER ONE

She moved closer and let her legs twine around the man's upper thigh. In this position, she could rub her snatch on his leg and get the divine friction in her pussy that she longed for.

The woman felt her cunt begin to water and drool at the nearness of the prick. While having the hairy leg rub all over her cunt lips was nice, the idea of that prick ramming deep and hard all the way up into her belly was even nicer.

"Fuck me, Stan. I'm horny!"

"You're always horny," he said. "Don't you do anything at all during the day? I mean, God, you, are always wanting it!"

"Sure, dear, I do all sorts of things during the day. I usually masturbate from twelve till one!"

"Don't joke like that. It's not funny."

"So who's joking?" she shot back.

The young woman tossed the blonde hair from her eyes and moved closer to her husband. Candy thought he could be such a drag at times. She loved him, but she wished he would show a little more life when it came to fucking. All he ever wanted to do in bed was sleep.

That wouldn't have been bad, she admitted to herself, if he wanted to fuck out of bed. But he didn't. He seemed to think there was something evil about balling in the living room or fucking while taking a shower together. Stan wasn't the most imaginative man in the world.

Candy wished he was. Her pussy wished he was. She ran her hands over his hairy chest, tangling her fingers in the thick curls she found there before moving lower. His belly was so nice and hard and flat. It turned her on, thinking what he felt like as he pressed her down into the bed, those muscles literally rippling with power as he fucked her. But he wouldn't do such a thing unless she really convinced him she was desperate for his prick.

He loved her, she was sure, but he also thought she was a borderline nymphomaniac. She wasn't.

She just got hornier than he did.

Her fingers found his limp prick. She began lightly squeezing it, stroking the flaccid cock and bouncing it around, hoping a little life would flow into it. She wanted that cock long and hard, and shoved all the way up her cunt.

The mere thought of fucking made her even hornier. She could feel her pussy begin to churn and boil. Her frothy cunt juices leaked out between her puffy cunt lips and smeared all over the tops of his thigh.

"Really, Candy, do we have to? Tonight?"

"Whassa matter, big boy, you got a headache?" she teased. "Let's play doctor and nurse. I'll nurse at your big doctor and make it well!"

She went down on him. Like a snake slithering down a tree trunk, she dragged her huge tits along his body as she went. The feel of his rough skin sliding over her now rigid nipples sent hot shafts of desire into her chest. She felt her boiling blood hammering faster through her aroused body. The woman knew that they wouldn't explode from too much arousal, but they sure felt like it. The hard little nubbins of her nipples throbbed and pulsated with every beat of her racing heart.

She found his prick was still limp. She cupped it in the palm of one hand, as if it were some religious relic. Most men would have been hard and ready to fuck, simply being in bed with a voluptuous blonde like Candy. Not Stan. He had such a low sex drive that he sometimes thought he was abnormal.

There was no denying the fact that she was gorgeous. She was only twenty-one, and she doubted the magic had worn away from their marriage yet. They had only been married a year. She kept herself in shape, her tits firm and high and huge. Her slender waist flared out to womanly hips and ass. Her legs were slender, and she jogged five miles a day to keep them that way.

She was attractive and willing. Stan was attractive, but he was seldom willing. She didn't understand her husband at all. Sometimes, he even made her think he was right about her insatiable sex needs. Maybe she was a nympho and didn't know it. Still, from what she had read, nymphos don't enjoy fucking. They needed it, but didn't get off on it.

Candy got off on fucking in the biggest way possible. She would climax five or ten limes during a good fucking. That told her that Stan was probably wrong about her. She loved it. She just couldn't get enough of it.

"What a lovely prick," she said, loud enough for Stan to hear. "I think I'll sample it!"

She began licking at it like it was an all-day lollipop. The man stirred a little in bed, shifting his hips, but his prick didn't instantly stiffen as she had hoped it would. She began to suck in more and more of the limp prick. Her ruby lips clamped firmly onto the tip of his prick. She began sucking as hard as she could, using her tongue to tease and torment that lifeless firehose of cockflesh.

Her checks went hollow under the pressure she exerted. But her efforts began to pay off. Stan moaned softly and stirred more, his hips lifting up from the bed a bit. She increased the suction and made her tongue dance over his slowly inflating prick. Stroking along the sensitive underside of his prick produced the best results.

His cock stiffened and almost tilled her mouth, but he still had a long way to go. When she rammed her tongue tip into his piss-slit, she got him fully erect.

"Uhhhh, God, that feels super," he said. "But you can't get your tongue down there. Not big enough."

"I know," she giggled, "but it's so much fun trying. And you're more than big enough for me now."

She rolled her tongue tip around the very end of his cock. The purplish hood throbbed with virile power now. This was what she had been after, and now she could satisfy the longings threatening to devour her entire pussy.

"Keep sucking," he said. "I love the way your breath gusts around my balls."

"Like this?" she said, exhaling fast. She watched with fascination as his crotch bush rippled with the sudden hot wind. His balls tightened up into a small sphere that dangled under his long cock. She pressed the tip of her rough, pink tongue against that hairy little sac. Inside, she could feel the balls lurching and tumbling around with the thick stew of his jism.

She was getting closer. She knew that his passion would reach the point, sooner or later, where he couldn't help rolling over on top of her, crushing her into the mattress, stuffing his prick all the way up into her hungry cunt, and fucking her cross-eyed. How she wanted that prick in her cunt!

"Keep doing it. Feels nice."

His voice trailed off. For a horrified moment, Candy was afraid he had gone to sleep on her. No man could go to sleep while she was giving him a blowjob! That was an insult not to be endured!

But she was wrong. He was merely mumbling to himself in contentment. His throbbing cock told her he wasn't asleep in the only place that mattered. If his mind went to sleep, that was just too bad! She'd fuck herself on his prick and to hell with him!

"Go on, Stan, fuck me good. I can hardly stand it any more. Give all of your wonderful prick to me – right up the pussy!"

"You really want it?"

"Christ!" she shouted. "Why do you think I went to all this trouble? Yes, yes, I want it! I want every Goddamn inch of that sweet prick of yours fucking my cunt. And I want it now!"

She knew her emerald green eyes were flashing angrily. She didn't like to get mad while fucking. This was something special – or it should be. Tenderness and lust, cock ramming powerfully into cunt, both being thrilled to the limits of human endurance – that was what it was supposed to be about. Enjoyment. But lately, she had been getting mad at her husband.

She had to, if she wanted any sex. He simply wouldn't fuck her unless she forced him into it by getting angry. The blonde couldn't understand it. If she had been ugly or misshapen or a lousy lay, she would have been able to understand, a little. But she wasn't ugly, and she was anything but a lousy lay. All through high school, the studs had rushed to her because she was so good in the sack.

She had been selective then. She could afford to go out with only the best of the high school crowd. When they grew tiresome, she started dating the college kids. They really knew how to fuck, and had shown her tricks she would never have thought of on her own.

And then she'd met Stan. He was a good husband in every way except one. She loved him and he loved her, but he simply had not the driving need to fuck like she did. It was driving her out of her skull rather than over the brink of orgasm night after night.

"Fuck me!" she demanded.

She tugged hard at his prick. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wantonly wide for him.

She wondered how he could possibly ignore such an invitation. Yet she knew that he would have, except for the fact she still held on firmly to his prick. She wasn't about to let that throbbing fuck stick loose until it was buried deep up into her seething hot pussy.

"Okay, I'll do it," he said tiredly.

She almost kneed him in the balls and left. She didn't want this to be a chore. It was fun! She could make it the next best thing to heaven, if he would only relax and enjoy with her. But he looked on fucking as a duty rather than as a thrill.

But she didn't kick him in the nuts. She wanted that huge prick of his sunk balls-deep into her cunt. And she got it. Her fingers guided his prick forward. She shuddered lightly as the knobby tip of his prick touched her turgid cunt lips. When the head of his prick vanished between those pussy lips and went up into her cunt hole, she cried out.

"Yes, yesssss! This is what I want!"

He dropped forward heavily, crushing her. She grabbed him wildly and pulled him down even harder. The feel of his broad, hairy chest against her nipples was almost more than she could bear. He began rocking back and forth. This jiggled her tits and mashed them flatter and flatter.

She moaned softly. She felt her breath coming in jagged gusts now. The feel of his body so near, the power of his prick nudging into her cunt, the smell of the sweat on both of their bodies – everything turned her on even more.

"Fuck haaaaaard!" she cried.

"You got it, babe," he said. His hips jerked forward, driving his prick to the hilt up her softly yielding cunt.

She screamed as she came. The mere entry of his prick was enough to get her off. She had wanted this for so long. It seemed an eternity. And now the best was yet to come. She knew what it would be like when he really got to fucking her with his long, smooth, expert strokes.

In one way, the man's lack of arousal helped her. He had no trouble at all controlling his own come. He could fuck all night long, and sometimes did, when she could convince him she needed it badly enough.

Clawing at his shoulders, she lifted her ass up off the bed and rammed her cunt down around the thick spike of his prick. She relished the feel of it pressing hotly against her inner cunt walls. She was stretching internally to take the thickness. She didn't mind the slight discomfort right now. Later, it would be superb.

"Want more?" he asked teasingly. "I can give it to you, if you want."

"I want, I want!" she moaned. "And fuck hard! Be brutal. Take me like an animal in rut!"

She needed to feel his body powerfully ramming into hers. She wanted his crotch to grind down hard on her cunt lips. It didn't matter if he bruised her pussy. She wanted it rough tonight. That would add more zest to the fucking.

"You got it, baby!" he cried.

He began fucking her with the rhythms he knew and loved. It was slow and tormenting. She felt the thick head of his prick move agonizingly slowly along her heated fuck tunnel. It pressed into the dripping walls of her cunt and built up just enough friction to keep her hot.

She knew she would be more than hot in a few minutes. She would be coming like a machine gun, and there wouldn't be any way she could stop. The effect of his prick on her pussy was strong.

Her legs lacked around his ass. She pressed the heels of her feet down into the hollows of his calves. This allowed the blonde girl to pull her cunt up to meet every single incoming stroke of the man's cock. She wanted to bury that stalk of cock meat all the way up into her cunt. If he ripped her apart all the way to the chin, so much the better!

"God, your pussy's squeezing down hard on my pecker tonight," the man grunted. "Feels like a landslide all around me. Gotta fuck more, more!"

She went berserk with desire when he rammed harder into her. The speed of his fucking picked up until her entire cunt burned with the friction. His thick cockhead swelled even more until she was certain he would rip her apart, as she had hoped earlier.

"I – aaaaaieeeee!" She cried as she came.

The woman lay in bed beside her husband, wondering if she could possibly stroke his prick back into that lovely steel-hard length she loved so much. She doubted it. She remembered the problem she had getting him erect the first time.

Candy couldn't stand it any longer. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Running the water from the faucet until it was just the right temperature, she quickly laid down in the tub, her legs propped up on the walls on either side of the running tap.

The hot water gushed over her cunt lips and clit. The caressing force of the hot water turned her on. She lay there masturbating for almost an hour. Her fingers were turning into wrinkled prunes, and she knew her cunt had to be waterlogged, but it still felt good to her. Sighing, she wondered what she could possibly do to interest Stan in fucking long enough to satisfy her.

She couldn't think of a single thing she hadn't tried. She was going to have to be content with staying perpetually horny, since Stan's sex drives didn't match up with hers.

She cried herself to sleep thinking about that, and the hollowness still gnawing at her pussy.

And Charlie wouldn't let her get to sleep. His fingers crawled under the thin nightie she wore and sought out all the places that aroused her the most. She heaved a deep sigh and knew that nothing was going to put him off tonight. Besides, the feel of his hands did sort of make her forget her tiredness. Charlie was an expert lover, but she did wish he would cool it now and then. All of the time, fuck-fuck-fuck. It seemed to be all he thought about.

"I'll show you some nice ways of keeping from thinking about how tired you are. Just lean back and let Charlie show you."

She sucked in her breath when his fingers caught the loose nubbins of her nipples. He squeezed down almost painfully hard. But she didn't mind. Not when those nipples began to fill with aroused blood from her pounding heart. She shoved her chest outward a little, hating herself for giving in to the man's ceaseless carnal demands like this. She wanted to sleep, not fuck!

"Ummm, Charlie, hurry, will you?" she pleaded.

He misinterpreted her meaning. "Sure, doll, I'm already hot and hard. Reach down and check it out for yourself."

She slid her hand under the sheets and found his prick already straining and erect. She began to fondle it, in spite of her vow to rest tonight. She realized this would only make the man's demands on her body more insistent. He wouldn't stop until he sank his cock deep into her pussy and fucked the skit out of her.

Night after night, it was the same thing. Mandy brushed her blonde hair back from her forehead and glared at her husband. Her green eyes glossed over a little in response to his hands moving restlessly all over her tits. She sobbed and snuggled down into the bed. He cupped her huge knockers and began wobbling them around in small circles. At first, he only moved the mounds of titflesh gently.

As his passion mounted, he began to brutally manhandle those scrumptious boobs. His fingers worked feverishly on the now-hard pebbles of her nipples. He moved his fingers in obvious milking motions. She sobbed louder, the desire mounting in her unwilling body.

How she wanted to sleep! But Charlie knew all the right things to do to her, ensuring she wouldn't get to sleep soon. He could simply fondle her jugs and she would come alive to him. She hated herself for this, but there wasn't anything to do now but go along with it.

Reluctantly, she would try to please him. After all, she was married to him and she did love him. If only be wasn't such a sex maniac!

"God, I think you're beautiful. Even more beautiful than Candy is."

"Oh, Charlie, come and it," she said in disgust. "We're twins. Candy looks exactly like me."

"Bullshit," he said earnestly. "I think you're prettier. Besides, it's you I love. And it's you in bed with me. Go on, doll, don't be shy. Stroke that prick you've got hold of. I can take it without coming like some kid getting his first handjob."

She thought that she might be able to get her husband's rocks off fast. If she did, he would let her rest. But no, he was a super stud. He could fuck all night, and often did. She could only try to keep up with him.

"Your tits are growing. I can feel your heart hammering away just inches under my hand."

He pressed down hard into her titflesh. She felt her boobs mash out flat. He tried to remold it into a shape more to his liking. He failed. The instant the man released his hold, it snapped back to its original sexy shape.

"I've got to sample that. It looks too good to pass up."

She started to protest, then his mouth took away her words. He went down on her tits and was avidly licking and sucking. The sharp jolt of carnal electricity that speared into her chest robbed her of her power of speech. The blonde girl could only accept what the man wanted to offer her.

And he offered her more than most women ever receive in a lifetime. She was filled with the sexual tension that made fucking Charlie such a thrill. He knew all the right things to do, all the right places to suck and lick and kiss. He used his tongue to torment her rigid nipple, then sucked the hard pebble of flesh into his mouth.

The action of his lips dragging across her sensitive nipple almost made her come. Most women would have been happy with a single orgasm. Most men would have been glad to get their women off once. While Mandy was content, Charlie wasn't.