Sybil Sainte-Claire

Sex Swappers

Prologue

… Dawn was nineteen-that's what she told us-and as hungry a bitch as any Terry and I had seen for a long time. I felt her straddling my sprawled legs and sensuously grinding her hot pussy on it, so I raised it just a bit as my arms curled around Lance's neck and raised me up.

I felt Dawn lifting my ass just a bit and scooting a pillow under there. "It'll make it even better; baby," she'd hoarsely whispered. "Aaaaahh, just right!"

I thought I could feel the tip of Lance's cock tickling the deepest part of my belly as it rested inside me for a minute before sliding back and almost out of my sucking bush.

I remembered just hours ago when we'd all met-they came in response to our searching ad-and Lance had told us that he was twenty-two but game for anything. The bulge in his pants after five minutes of jabber convinced me and Terry that they'd be good. And they were! … I was in no mood to take this nice 'n' easy. My ass was jiggling like a crazed blender and it must have been me that was causing the whole bed to shake like a vibrator. I found myself actually trying to push my knee up Dawn's warm and yielding crotch and then I felt one of her tits-beautifully shaped, like a large, ripe grapefruit-brushing against my arm as she uncoiled it from Lance's shoulder.

I fell back on the bed, both arms stretched out, and felt Dawn creeping up my leg and bringing one of her juicy-looking tits right up close to my face.

Instinctively, I guess, my mouth opened wide and I gasped as she aimed one of her almost copper-colored nipples right in there. … I felt Terry pat my belly as if he were patting a little kid on the head and then he moved away again. Smoothly, Dawn eased her tit away from between my teeth and I felt her shifting position again.

Strands of her long damp hair brushed against my face and then I felt her hand. cupping my chin-I guess she did that so she could hold my head steady. I looked up through the blinding fog and saw her smooth baby-doll face coming closer… and closer…

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth just a bit. I tried to wet my lips-they felt like they were covered with a sandpaper wrap-but her sleek tapered tongue did it for me…

We'd directed Hans and Sara to The Traders, a small and exclusively private club a group of us had started at first as a neighbors' gathering ground. We hadn't planned for much action and when our membership started growing all out of proportion to the small space we'd originally planned on, several of us got together and decided to lease this huge old two-storied house and set up the club there…