Sybil Sainte-Claire - Sex Swappers

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

Even after Drew's expert fuck and final tongue job, I felt my cunt hairs hotly sticking together in the electrified air. We greeted old friends, exchanging doubly meant in-house jokes on our way to the table, and made careful mental notes of appealing newcomers we'd like to get to know

Coolly I flicked the silky auburn strands away from my eyes and totally focused on Hans. His lips were full and rather childlike at the same time they were teasing and inviting intimate interest. As I stared at them, he returned the hunger and I felt his fingers calmly groping my lap as his eyes riveted on the tip of tongue I'd let travel my waiting lips. Comfortably I spread my legs and wiggled closer as Hans's eager fingers crept through the slit of the fake pocket and rested expectantly on my thigh.

If he was waiting for verbal encouragement, I mused silently, he'd wait for one hell of a long time. I sincerely hoped he was braver than all that. My eyes, in the meantime, were still glued on Hans's mouth but occasionally flicked over to check Drew, suave and handsome, and the elflike Sara on the crowded and vibrating dance floor. I decided on the closed Sessions to start off with. That way we'd' get to know and feel comfortable with one another more readily. By the time we all got together, there would be no holds barred. Always dressing for the occasion-whatever it might be-and making sure to provide for the most dramatic home-entertainment films, I at first teased Hans with the zipper of my dress. I snaked my hand up and down the front of my body along the zipper tracks and licked around my slightly ovaled lips. Finally, when his eyes threatened to bulge too far and pop right out of his head, I slowly slid the zipper down and let the dress fall around my booted ankles. It was a tease and has always been a very effective one, if I must say so myself.

My lightly bronzed and faintly freckled body revealed itself in a black mesh version of a hot-pants jumpsuit. My bullet-like erect nipples, now that they were finally freed, proudly poked through the large mesh to greet Hans's admiring and greedy blue eyes. I moved toward him slowly, gracefully stepping out of the puddle and all the while caressing myself and sliding the side of my hand up from my damp cunt and under my firm and jutting breasts. The beautiful drops of excited perspiration popped out all along his forehead in larger and larger dots as my cunt lips blew kisses to him. I came down easily on my knees and hushed him as I added to his discomfort by holding myself back and slowly unbuttoning the two buttons of his shirt before I tugged if off completely.

"I hunched over him. soixante-neuf position, as I reached to caress his still clothed thighs and proudly bulging red, white, and blue erogenous zone which I would soon free. The cool moistness of his chest chilled my belly and I gritted my teeth for self-control.

The convenient tab of his zipper gently pulled the restraining teeth apart and I burrowed into the inviting slit of his shorts with my nose prodding him and sucking in his essence

After our struggling with his belt, the pants unceremoniously fell in a crumbled heap along with the cotton shorts. My mouth automatically ovaled as I stretched out my arms and craned my neck toward the rigid and inviting telescope he directed at me. Without preparing for my reaction, Hans bent forward and unwittingly, I think, straddled my eagerly waiting head and hot open mouth.

I sucked the juicy mushroom-like cock-head in before he even knew what was happening. The only choice he had open to him-if you'd even call it a choice-was to eat my pussy. That's a privilege, not a choice-unless, of course, he chose to pull his burning cock out of my already slowly sucking mouth.

"He didn't "

Sugar never tasted sweeter than the night we got to know Beverly. She was going to stay with us indefinitely-no departure time had been set-or at least until Aggie and I had our baby. She was, as she looked, totally natural and almost completely uninhibited. Nudity, we all agreed, was beautiful, and for the first time since Aggie and I had started living together, we all walked around the house nude and singing bawdy-type songs at the top of our lungs.

I knew that Aggie had been more gay than straight before she met me but I never would have dreamed that watching her eye another woman would turn me on as much as it did. At first I was rather blind to the sheepish grins and sly pats on the ass they gave each other, but they were kind and quickly filled me in on what they called 'the scene.'

That first night let me know that this was going to be something I'd never even dreamed of experiencing. Bev strummed her guitar and sang to us while we slowly sipped our drinks The songs were plaintive yet stimulating and quite erotic and it wasn't long before Aggie and I for got all about our drinks and began to masturbate. Sitting yoga-style, Beverly spread her thighs wider apart so as to afford both of us a good teasing view of what lay within. I felt my body craning forward to get closer to her, but it's strange that I didn't feel the jerky motions of my own hand furiously whipping my erect prick back and forth.