Carla, once the idea of wife swapping had been explained to her, was reluctantly for it. Mindy explained how she thought it would best be arranged and Carla, from her personal knowledge of her husband and the Russells, made suggestions.
When Mindy went back to Jim Campbell one evening, he said that he had broached the subject with Len Russell and gotten a very receptive response. So much so, in fact, that the conversation had actually gotten around to specifics. They had talked about how each of them found the others wife desirable, but, because of their friendship, had never made a move in that direction.
"That's wonderful," Mindy said.
"It's better than that," Jim said. "We even talked about actually doing it, but neither one of us thought our wives would go along with it."
"I've already talked to Aunt Carla," Mindy said. "And I think she'll go along with it if everyone else will."
"Carla? My God, how'd you arrange that?"
"She's not as uptight as you think she is," Mindy said.
"Geez, I never would have thought…"
"It's not settled yet," Mindy said. "You and Mr. Russell will go for it if the wives will, and Aunt Carla probably will if everyone else will."
"That leaves Rita," Jim said. "She loves a party, but I'm not sure about this kind of party. Then again, if you got Carla to at least consider it then you might be able to get Rita to go along."
"That's what I'm going to find out right now," the girl said.
She started to leave and Jim grabbed her by the hand, "Look, you can do that later. Carla won't be home for a couple hours and…"
"No more for you," Mindy said, "at least not until after the party."
"Not fair," he protested.
Mindy laughed and he let go of her hand. "I want to keep you good and horny for Mrs. Russell."
Rita Russell was home alone. The twins, at Mindy's request, had made plans for the day that kept them away from the house.
Mrs. Russell liked the bright teenager. Though they hadn't spent much time together she knew that her twin sons had stuck up a real friendship with the girl, and that Carla had nothing but the best to say about her.
Rita fixed them tall glasses of Coke with plenty of ice and they walked out to the chairs near the [missing text].
"Now that you've been here a while, what do you think?" Rita asked.
"It's lovely," Mindy said. "But we do get a different impression of California of course."
"In what way?"
"Well, I expected everyone to be so sexually free, far one thing. I was just talking with Aunt Carla about that. Wife swapping may have been invented in this country but I don't see much evidence of it. I thought it would be more open, I guess."
"It does go on," Rita said. "I'm sure, though I don't actually know anyone involved. I suppose most people keep quiet about it."
"I suppose so," Mindy said. "Did you ever think about doing it?"
"Me? No, I'm happy with Len," Rita said. "Though I suppose it could be fun with the right party." She sipped her drink.
"Like the Campbells?" Mindy suggested.
Rita laughed, "I guess if we were going to do it with anyone. I've always wondered what Jim would look like without his clothes, being as tall as he is."
"His cock's built just like he is," Mindy said.
Rita choked on her drink. "What did you say?"
"I said that Uncle Jim's cock is built just like he is, long and thin."
"How would you know, Mindy?"
The girls eyes twinkled. "How would you like to go to a party?" she asked the astonished woman. "You and Mr. Russell, with Aunt Carla and Uncle Jim."
"This is all too fast for me," Rita said. "Just what kind of party are you talking about?"
"Guess."
"You're talking about wife swapping aren't you?" Rita said.
Mindy just smiled and the woman sipped her drink as she thought about it.
Finally, she asked, "Why did you come to me first?"
"I didn't," Mindy said. "Everyone else agrees. I came to you last."
"Carla agrees?"
"Good grief," Rita said. "And you talked to my husband?"
"Not really," the girl said. "But I know that he and Jim talked about it and I think if the wives went along…"
"Well, if everyone else goes along with it…"
"Good, then it's settled!" Mindy gleefully said. "Why don't you get together with Aunt Carla tonight and plan it out, and I'll figure out some way to get the twins out of the house overnight."
"My sister and brother-in-law have a cabin," Rita said. "I don't know if they're up there now, but it would be perfect. They even have a daughter."
"That sound like fun. Could we spend the night?"
"[missing text] of room. Let me call and see if they're up there yet."
The phone call was a simple matter and Rita's sister was delighted at the prospect of having the twins and a friend at the cabin for a night. They were going up the following day anyway, to spend the weekend, and would pick up the three teens on the way. They could either stay all weekend or come back by bus Saturday afternoon.
After hanging up Rita turned to the teenager. "Fifteen minutes ago I was getting ready to do my housework, and now here I am planning a wife swapping party! I wouldn't have believed it."
"I'll tell Carla and… let's see, your husband works late tonight doesn't he?"
"Yes, and what about that? Tomorrow night Jim Campbell is suppose to stay late at the store."
"I'm sure he'll make an exception," Mindy laughed. "I've got a couple ideas for the party…"
Friday evening seemed to take forever to arrive.
At least it did to the Campbells and the Russells. Rita and Carla had made their plans and Mindy had talked with each of them separately before Rita's sister had come by. Mindy left with the twins, promising to see them all the next day. She had told the boys what was going to happen while they were gone, first getting their promise to keep it a secret.
Just before seven Jim Campbell took a shower, changed clothes and kissed Carla.
"See you at eight," he said nervously, then corrected himself, "I… we'll be back at eight."
Len stopped on his neighbor's doorstep and watched his best friend walk across his front lawn. Jim Campbell stopped at the doorstep, too and, though this had not been pre-arranged, looked back at his house. Len waved to him and he waved back.
They both felt a bit awkward, going into each others house like it was their own, and knowing what was going to happen.
Jim watched Len Russell open the door and walk into the Campbell house. He took a deep breath and opened the front door of the Russell house.
He looked around briefly, then locked the door behind him. As he turned around Rita Russell walked into the living room.
"Hi, Jim," she said with a smile.
Her lush, tan colored body was covered in white lace. The total effect was overwhelming.
"Carla said you thought her nurses stockings were sexy so she let me a pair for tonight," Rita said. "Approve?"
"Rita, you're spectacular!" Campbell said. He knew for sure that his cock approved because it started growing under his pants.
"Ohhh, thank you," she said, and swirled around for him. "Can I fix you a drink?"
"Sure, yeah sure, ah… well! I guess I'm a little nervous," he said.
"I was too," Rita said as she mixed his favorite drink and one for herself. "But I got over most of it while I was taking a shower and getting ready for you. I've been thinking about tonight ever since Mindy arranged everything."
"Mindy," the man said.
"Isn't she something?" Rita said. "Anyway, I got to thinking how we were really old friends and there was no reason why we shouldn't, you know, spend the night together… as long as everyone agreed," she added hastily.
"Right, right." He was watching her full shapely body while she talked, taking in the figure-eight legs clad in the white hospital stockings. So many times he'd thought about balling her. Everytime that he'd seen her in shorts or tight slacks or bathing suit.
"I'm glad its finally happened," Rita said. "I've always thought you were a sexy hunk of man, and that Carla was a lucky girl. Here's your drink."
She walked to the couch and handed it to him.
"I've felt the same way about you," he admitted. "Arid you look sexier now than anytime I've ever seen you. I was getting a hard on right now, just looking at you."
Jim took a big swallow of the drink and put the glass on the end table. "I think it's about time I got rid of some of these clothes," she said and stripped off his jacket and shirt, tossing them on the couch.
"Now we get to the good part," Rita said.
Jim Campbell unzipped and dropped his pants. His cock was pushing through the cotton fabric.
"I'll let you do the honors," he said and stood in front of her.
Rita Russell put her drink down and grabbed the elastic of his shorts with both hands. Abruptly she jerked down the white cotton shorts and his stiff cock came into view.
"Oh, that's beautiful!" she cooed. "So long!"
She wrapped one hand, and then the other around his cock.
"And so hard!"
Jim thought she might suck it. They were in the perfect position, her sitting on the couch and him standing in front of her. But she jerked him a few times and said, "I can tell I'm really going to get fucked tonight!"
Rita stood up next to him and said, "I thought I'd do a little strip-tease for you. Carla said she thought you'd like that!"
"I don't think I could stand to be turned on anymore than I am," he said. But he sat down on the couch and his neighbor's wife moved to the center of the room. It was true that he was hot for her body, but it was also true that he wasn't going to miss what might be a once in a lifetime treat, Rita Russell stripping for him.
Rita danced a bit in front of him, then turned her back and opened the nearly transparent jacket-like top of the nightie. The white ruffles slipped across her shoulders, down her back and fell to the floor. He had a delightfully clear view of her bottom, tightly clad in the white panties.
She turned around to face him and resumed swaying. Reaching behind her she undid the bra hooks and the material loosened in front. Jim smiled. The frilly white bra had only covered the bottom half of her tits to begin with, and now she let it slide from her breasts and drop to the floor.
"What magnificent tits!" he said. "I didn't realize they were so firm." He licked his lips as his eyes traveled over the huge orbs and the large nipples just made for sucking.
"If you like my tits, Jim, you ought to see my pussy," she laughed. His cock got stiffer.
She slipped her fingers under the white elastic band and pushed down. Her very thick, dark pussy bush was exposed and she finished the job by bringing her legs together and letting the milk white panties join the other garments on the floor.
She put her hands on her hips and did an amateur bump and grind for him, clad in nothing but pure white stockings.
She reached for the garter belt clasps but by then his cock was so big he jumped up and told her to forget it, he had to have her that minute or shoot off on the ceiling.
Maybe, he thought, if I throw her a great fuck she'll break down and try to suck me. Mindy had suggested how he go about it, but that would have to wait. Right that minute he could think of only one thing, fucking his wife's best friend.
"In the bed or on the couch?" she asked. "I put on clean sheets and everything's perfect."
"Let's go," he said, taking her by the hand and almost running with her into the master bedroom.
She jumped into bed, turned on her back and spread her full, meaty thighs. Jim Campbell jumped in on top of her, knocking the wind out of her.
Hands flew to his crotch, getting in each others way, and somehow managing to fit the head of his cock against her bushy hole.
"There it is, there it is!" she cried. "Now fuck me, you long dicked son of a bitch!"
He slammed into her, surprised at how wet she was. The strip and the anticipation must have made her as hot as he was.
"Oooohh!" she cried. "You don't know how long I've wanted to see what this would be like. We're fucking, Jim, we're really fucking each other."
He grunted and rammed it to her, shoving the long cock pole all the way into her clutching pussy.
"God, you're so tight," he groaned, "and so fucking hot! Oh, if I'd known there was a pussy this hot right next door all these years… oh! That's it, hunch me, fuck me back you beautiful bitch! Oh, what a fucker you are!"
Rita threw her head from side to side as he shoved into her receptive hole. Her belly quivered and her legs flopped on the bedsheets, already soaked with perspiration.
She threw her legs over his, rubbing the smooth white stockings against the backs of his thighs.
"Beautiful!" he cried. "Oh, what a fuck you are! Damn you're hot!"
"Hot for your long cock, honey," she groaned and threw her hips up at him. Their bodies slammed together. Every muscle was twisting and churning on the bed. Rita pushed her big tits against his thin chest, her hard nipples scraping across him.
He drew his hips way back so only the head was in her, then drove forward, splitting the lips of her wet cunt wide.
"Oh! Jim, Jim! What a cock you've got! I never thought it'd be this good… yet! Yeh! I'm commmmmmming!"
Jim Campbell fucked her faster, really going to town as he felt her skillful snatch twittering around his dick. It was almost like someone had turned on a hot water faucet. She soaked him in seconds.
"I'm still coming!" she groaned. "I can't believe it!"
"I'm ready," he muttered. "I'm ready, ready, ready… ah! Fucking-a… there! Take it!"
He hammered her mercilessly as his cock spit out hot come, filling her. Hot gobs hit the back of her pussy.
"Give me your come, baby," she swooned, "Give me your sperm! Oh baby, mix it up in there, good and deeeep!"
She grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into her, feeling the wonderfully excessive length of his cock.
Jim finished shooting and sank into her fleshy body.
Rita's legs relaxed, sliding down his thighs. Her hands caressed his naked and sweaty back.
"Beautiful," he sighed.
"Long," she muttered, "so long, long, long and hard…"
She was so different from Carla, he thought. Maybe, as she'd said, the stockings had been Carla's idea, but if that was the case why hadn't Carla ever worn them to bed?
Carla. He wondered what his wife was doing at just that minute. How had it gone with his wife and his best buddy?
Len Russell walked into the Campbell house, nervously closing the door behind him.
Carla Campbell was in the living room, waiting for him. She was dressed in her nurse's outfit. The fact that he always seemed to be turned on when he saw her wearing it was something she'd long been aware of, though previously she'd just taken it as a friendly, even neighborly compliment. Once, a year or so ago, he had joked that the nylon uniform was like a stocking for the whole body, and stockings really turned him on. Like any woman, Carla had remembered. Though before this evening she'd never considered using it to turn on her neighbor's husband.
He was surprised to see her wearing it and she told him about his remarks and that she had done it to excite him.
"It does," he confessed. "I don't know why, but it always has, from the first time I saw you in it." He looked more closely and added, "You're not wearing a slip underneath. I can see your panties and bra."
"And my garter belt?" she teased, pulling the nylon tight against her.
"Yes, and even the tops of your stockings right through the material. They're all white."
She smiled and nodded. "Why don't you take off your coat?"
"You look really great, Carla," he said as he did so. "If I could have picked what I wanted you to wear that's what I would chosen. Even to the little cap you've got on. I thought I always saw you wear your hair up when you went to work, though."
"I do," she said. "I thought you'd like it like this. It saves all the trouble with the bobby pins."
"It looks great," he said, still a little awed. "Those white stockings really show off your legs. In fact, I honestly get turned on whenever I see you in them. They're beautiful."
"Thanks. You've got quite a build yourself, you know," she said, admiring his football player's body. "Rita said you were built like that all over… true?"
"Why don't you find out?"
Carla Campbell moved closer to her, her firm tits shimmering under the thin nylon material. As she unbuttoned his shirt he reached up with both hands and felt her tits. They yielded under his strong hands.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," he said as he fondled her solid boobs. He ran his fingers over the silk that covered her nipple and felt her harden up under his caresses.
"Afraid you'll have to let go for a minute so I can get your shirt off," she said.
Reluctantly, he dropped his arms and she pushed the shirt from his huge chest. Without wasting a minute she undid his belt and unzipped his slacks.
"Let's see what we've got here," she said, slipping a slim hand into his shorts. She felt the thick erection and grabbed tightly.
"Oh, Carla," he moaned.
"You won't mind if I…"
"If you what?" he asked anxiously.
"Suck on it a little before we fuck," he said.
"I'd love it! More than anything," he said.
The answer was no surprise to Carla. From what she'd learned of Rita's reluctance in that department, she was sure her neighbor would appreciate some oral action.
She slipped to her knees in front of him, and with one swift yank, pulled down his pants and shorts.
The huge cock dropped into view. It wasn't quite as long as her husband's, but it was so much thicker that she had her doubts as to whether or not she could get it all in her mouth.
Carla stuck out her tongue and touched the tip of the meat.
"Suck on it," he said. "Don't mess around with the preliminaries."
He grabbed her head and pulled her into his crotch.
"Let me," she protested.
"Then hurry up, I'm about ready to bust wide open. I haven't had my cock sucked in sixteen years."
Carla wet her lips, eyeing the huge prong apprehensively. She stretched her mouth open and slipped her lips over the bloated cap of Len Russell's cock.
He threw his head back and groaned.
"Oh, do it to me, Carla."
She took more of the thick log into her mouth, washing over him with her warm tongue. Sixteen years, she thought, without a mouth on his cock. Jim wouldn't have put up with that for sixteen days, let alone sixteen years. Within a week of their marriage, in fact, he had instructed her in the rudiments of root sucking, and in a month she'd become an accomplished cocksucker.
"Some more," he groaned, "can you take some more inside?"
Being used to her husband's long pole made that fairly easy for her. The massive thickness stretched her lips until they were thin, but she had long ago learned how to relax her throat enough for a cock to disappear into her mouth.
"That's it, Carla," he said. "This is a hell of a thrill, believe me. My nuts are aching so bad I can't stand it."
Carla loved the sensation of the thick cock filling her mouth. She could feel it now at her throat. And the damn thing was so thick she was barely able to move her tongue over it.
"If you keep that up I'm going to come," he groaned. "I swear I am… oh, damn…" He swung his head around and around in obvious passion. "Suck my dark, Carla… do it in and out, fuck me with your face that's the way! Oh, baby, you better stop because I'm going to come in a minute… I can feel it in my balls… you'd better stop or I'll come right in your lovely mouth… I will, I swear I will…"
Carla had meant to suck him just enough to really turn him on, then take him to the bedroom and let him fuck her fanny off. But he was enjoying it too much to stop. After sixteen years, why not give him a super thrill, she thought.
"Look out," he warned. "Carla, can you hear me, baby? Watch it, I'm gonna come if you keep… OH! I'm ready! Stop! Stop!"
The blonde woman moved her mouth off his throbbing cock long enough to say, "Go ahead, Len, come in my mouth," and then was back at him, eagerly sucking the thick meat in and out of her soft, warm mouth.
"AH! You don't mean it? Oh, Carla, that would… AHH… would be so… so… goddamn! I really am going… going… Ahhhhhh!"
He unloosed a torment of hot come, filling her throat with the liquid love.
And even then he couldn't believe it. Even then he tried to pull back, but her lips hung tightly to the jerking, shooting cock. She gulped down a load and let her mouth fill a second time. Her cheeks balled out with come and she gulped the second load.
Len was near fainting. He staggered and wobbled but managed to remain on his feet. The hungry mouth was still going after his meat, milking the last spurts of sperm from his thick cock.
He grabbed her head, massaging it between his huge hands. Nothing but groans and moans came from his lips, though he was regaining some strength in his knees. The wobbling of his body stopped shortly after he stopped coming.
Carla squeezed tightly with her lips and drew back off the cock, bringing all the excess come with her into her mouth. She gave the head of the dick a tweek with her teeth and let it fall free.
Looking up at her best friend's husband, she saw her a few moments to lick the stalk, exploring the that he was, still pretty much out of it. That gave area down by his balls with her tongue.
"Oh, Carla," he finally managed to say. "That was the greatest come I've ever had. Right in your mouth!"
"I loved sucking on you, Len," she said.
"Did you really?"
"Really," she assured him.
He reached down and pulled her easily to her feet. "Now let's see what you've got on under this," he said.
The particular uniform that Carla had chosen was one that zipped down the front. Len pulled the zipper down and pushed the white nylon off her shoulders. The uniform fell to the floor.
Carla put her hands on his big shoulders to balance herself and stepped out of the puddle of nylon at her feet.
"Wow," he said softly. She smiled and turned around.
Nervously, he unhooked her bra, sliding the straps apart, and she let them slide down her arms.
She turned back to him and he grabbed her full tits in both hands, massaging them and kissing the perky nipples.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," he said.
"About as long as I've wanted you to," she said. "Hurry, take off my panties."
He slipped his thick fingers under the delicate lace waistband of her white panties and pushed them down in one quick motion. Her beautiful blonde bush took his breath away. He stared at her hips and wet his lips.
Carla laughed, "I want that big cock of yours right there, and I want it now."
"And oh, are you going to get it!" he said.
Five minutes later he was pounding the hell out of her cunt, his thick cock spreading her smooth, wet cunt lips wide with each animal thrust. It had never been quite like that for either of them and by the time they reached a climax they were screaming into each other's ears and not hearing a thing.
When they finally pulled their soaking crotches apart they were hoarse. They lay snuggled against each other, reliving the experiences in their minds.
If only Rita would suck me, he thought. I suppose Jim is pretty used to it, being married to Carla and her talented mouth. I just hope he's not disappointed with my wife or he may not want to do any more swapping.
But Jim Campbell was far from disappointed with Len Russell's wife. Rita was the best fuck he'd ever had, and that included Carla. At that very moment he was lying on the bed next to Rita Russell and she was playing with his cock.
"If we can get this thing up again," Rita said, "I've got a little surprise for it."
"Kiss it," Jim said. "That always works."
"I'd rather not," she said. "I hope you don't mind, but I just can't bring myself to do that."
Jim knew, but he and his niece had talked over an idea and now was the time to get started.
"I don't think I'll get hard again if you don't," he said.
"We'll see," she said. "Len says I'm very good with my hands."
"I bet," he said, "but it's been tried and it usually doesn't work. I'll tell you what, though, you'll go along with me I think we can get another erection out of it – maybe two."
"What do you have in mind?" she asked warily.
"Come with me."
He got up off the bed and taking her by the hand, led the way to the bathroom.
"Okay, you've got a little mental problem about sucking dick, and I'm not going to force you into anything," he said. "Just go along with me until you feel you honestly can't go any further. But I want your promise that you'll really try, not just give up."
"I'll promise," she said, "but don't expect miracles."
"First off, I want you to wash my cock," he said. "Get it just as clean and fresh as you can."
"And by doing it myself I'll be sure it's sanitary," she said.
Rita lathered a wash cloth and, over the sink, carefully washed and rinsed Jim's soft meat. And she did a hell of a job.
That done, he opened the medicine cabinet and said, "Pick your favorite perfume."
"I really don't mind the scent," she said.
"But I'm after something you really like," he said.
"That's down here," she said, opening a drawer in the dressing table and pulling out a tiny bottle. "I suppose this goes on your cock?"
"A bit sensitive there," he said. "How about a drop in the bush and one under my balls?"
"Just right," she said, depositing a drop in each place.
"Now it's back in the bedroom."
He led the way and they stretched out next to each other on the big bed.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Just what do you want me to do?"
"I'm only partly hard, so why don't you start at my chest and work your way down. I'm sure the anticipation will do the rest."
Rita started with his chest, finding it not as big as her husbands and not quite as hairy. She worked her way down, kissing and tonguing him until she arrived at his thick thatch of pubic hair. She looked at his cock. The long stalk was standing straight up from her belly.
"Try," he said. "I won't force you. I promise not to move a muscle."
She took the cock in her hands and pulled it down toward her lips. She kissed it once.
"Very good," he said.
She tried again, this time slipping her tongue out and running it over the small area of the long cock.
Really, she thought, I could get to like this.
"Think you could take it in your mouth," he asked, "just for a second."
She nodded. Opening wide she lowered her head over the end of his cock. But just as she was about to clamp down she felt it jerk in her hand and drew back.
"Don't worry," he said, "It's just excited."
"I was afraid you were going to come."
"I'll give you plenty of notice," he promised.
She tried again, and this time made it. Her lips closed on him and the head was in her mouth. She didn't move.
"Go ahead and lick it," he urged.
Rita hesitantly applied her tongue to the cap in her mouth. It tasted surprisingly good.
"Try some more," he said.
She inched her way down, getting almost half of the long dick in her mouth before stopping. In a moment her tongue resumed licking him.
"Ah, very nice," he complimented. "Your mouth is very soft and warm."
She licked some more, unsure what to do next. Jim figured out her problem and suggested she move her head up and down.
"Just let it slip in and out of your mouth. Keep your teeth out of the way, and keep your lips wet and tight."
She nodded and started sucking him.
It was her first cock ever, but she was doing such a good job that her sucking – combined with the knowledge that he was getting a virgin mouth – made him too excited too fast.
"Better stop," he said tensely. She quickly sat up.
"You didn't have to take it out," he said.
"I thought you were going to come," she said for the second time.
"I'll let you know. It was just getting a little too hot down there and I needed a second to cool off." She nodded and looked at his cock. It was now swollen and slick. A bit proud that she had made it that way, she resumed sucking on him. More and more she was forced to admit that she liked it. She liked having his manhood in her mouth, even though she couldn't get it all in. She liked licking and sucking on the warm meat log. Jim no longer had to lead her. Enthusiastically she chomped on him, running her tongue over the hot flesh, caving in her cheeks as she sucked.
"Now you're going," Jim cheered. He reached over, running a hand along the white stockings to Rita's slit. She spread her legs for him and he slipped a finger into her cunt.
"Mmm," she moaned over his cock.
He fingered her clit, then added a second finger to the one already at work.
"Mmm," she moaned again, going down on his erection.
He watched her head bouncing up and down, amazed at how naturally she took to cocksucking her first time out. After tonight Len Russell would owe him one hell of a big favor.
Her mouth gripped at his long, thrusting cock. Jim moved his hips, shoving the cock deeper into her mouth and she gagged as it hit her throat. He settled back and she hardly missed a beat.
He looked down his long body at the pretty face with its Latin-like features. Rita Russell, wife of his best friend, was eating his cock.
Rita tore her head away, gasping for breath.
"I almost went," he sighed. "You almost brought me off."
"I got carried away," she said with a smile. "I can't believe how much I love doing that. To have you in my mouth like that well… well, just a great feeling. I can't explain it."
"You can finish me off if you want," he offered.
"I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet," she said. "Maybe next time."
"Don't worry about that… but I've still got this hard cock between my legs…"
"And I have a treat for you that'll take care of that just fine," she said. "Since I never would suck Len we found something else to do for a little variety. I'll bet you can't guess…"
"There's only one hold left," he said.
"That's it. Do you think I've got a pretty ass?"
"I've been a secret admirer of your bottom for a long time," he said.
She swung around on the bed, got on her hands and knees and spread her legs. Jim wasted no time kneeling behind her.
"Put it in my pussy first, to get it wet," she said.
He shoved it in her hairy hole.
"Ohhh," she cooed.
He pulled out and she reached behind her to spread the cheeks of her fanny. Jim took a grip of his long dong and pressed the head against her little hole. It popped in with no trouble. Obviously something had been there before – and many times.
He pushed firmly but slowly forward, gradually forcing the pole all the way up her ass.
"My God," she groaned, "that really is something. That goes all the way in, deeper than I've ever felt anything."
He started pulling back, then in, then back and soon he was into a regular fucking motion, slamming against her ass with each thrust.
"Oh wow, you're sure giving me new feelings tonight," she said. "I love your dick up there… oh, Jim, you're something! UMPH!"
"Wiggle your ass," he said. "Move it!"
She twisted her tail, making the cock slide in and out of her at wild angles.
"I love this," he said with a grunt.
"Slide it in me baby, really deep and hard!" He grabbed her hips and rammed home.
"Oh! Again! Do it again!" she cried.
"All that sucking did me in, honey, I'm gonna come!" he shouted.
He jerked his hose up her tight channel, feeling her pinch him with her, active muscles. "I'm commming!"
He plugged her bottom, pushing against her so hard she rode up on the bed. With a mighty burst he sent a stream of white gold into her fluttering ass.
"I'm commming!" Rita screamed. She bounced back at him, her huge tits swinging under her. Jim settled into her and let his cock finish coming. Slowly he loosened the grip on her hips and settled down on her back.
"That was some fuck," she said. "Yeah. I guess we've done everything right."
"But only once… so far."
Jim Campbell let out deep breath.