Swap Meet Ch. 03

"She's having a blast," Jared answered. He didn't have to think about it. His little fuck bunny was clearly getting off on the swinging thing.

Helen waited a bit before asking another question. "I've been wondering how much you want me to push her. You've said her apatite is big but she's pretty vanilla in her tastes."

Jared shrugged in her embrace. He backed himself to the couch and sat. Helen wiggled around to sit sideways in his lap. Jared looked down at her hard nipples. With her waxed mound and lean body, he could even see her clit sticking out. "Thanks for asking Helen. I mean, thanks for checking with me. I think it's best if you not."

There wasn't any reason they couldn't talk and play at the same time. Bent in his lap, even someone as skinny as Helen showed rolls... well, pleats... along her stomach. He smiled as he strummed down the folds, flicking her clit gently on the backswing. Helen's eyes closed and her grip on the back of his neck went hard but she gave no other outward reaction.

"Why not?" she asked, voice easy. "I think she has a lot of potential."

"Stacy's already talked it over with me a couple times. And I've told her a lot of stories about you and some other women I encountered back in the day. Some things I saw myself, some things I saw in your home movies, you know."

He had strummed her a couple more times but now he was running fingers down her wet slit and lightly palming that striking clit. Helen let her legs spread for easier access. "She's not interested in having wine bottles stuck backward up her ass or drinking a dozen loads of cum from a champagne glass?"

Jared had seen the vids of both, and they'd both been of Helen. And he'd told Stacy about it.

Mind you, the wine bottle was not, like, super big. Not actually any bigger than, say, a baseball bat. Jared had heard that Helen managed a bat in each hole simultaneously.

She groaned and arched back as his hand dug deeper into her flowing pussy. Her words and the memory of the movies he'd seen energized Jared and reminded him just what kind of whore Helen was. He pressed four fingers into her and gave her clit a good mash with his thumb for a couple seconds.

"The thing is, Stacy really could get into a lot of that. But she doesn't like the idea of it becoming a big part of her life."

Jared was rock hard against her hip. She grabbed his cock and jerked on it while her hips ground her hungry cunt against his knuckles. "What the hell is wrong with being a full-time degenerate whore?" Helen panted.

"It's just not what she wants to be. She's a sexy fuck bunny. She's beast in the sheets and fucks me dry on a regular basis. She doesn't think she needs to be more than that. A little swinging fun is fine but she's not going to change her lifestyle."

Helen released his cock and reached down to pull on his wrist. "Jared, quit playing around and stick your fist in me!"

Just those words can sometimes make a guy cum. Jared growled, folded in his thumb and pushed his hand into the little woman. There wasn't a whole lot of resistance. "So," Helen went on, voice not nearly as strained as it by all rights should be. When she started grinding on him again, Jared felt his knuckles pop under the unbelievable pressure. "You think you'll ever have your hand up your wife's sweet little pussy?"

"Probably not." He admitted. He started twisting inside her and she groaned with pleasure. Her flat stomach crunched down so hard Jared just couldn't move anymore. "Does your wife think I'm a freak, Jared?" the doctor hissed.

It's a good thing that Jared had known Helen pretty well in a past life. He knew how she viewed herself. She didn't pretend she was well adjusted or entirely sane. In fact, at times she reveled in simply being as nuts as she was. Who could tell if the stresses of her job and before that, the demands of the educational path that led to it, was the cause of her extreme personality or if those accomplishments were a product of her all-or-nothing mindset?

What was known was that Helen Pollard very forthrightly let her freak flag fly. She didn't hide her nature or lifestyle from co-workers or anyone else.

Jared just looked at Helen. He tightened his fist, making it swell just a little more inside her and pressed it hard against her womb.

She was climaxing all over his hand when he answered, "Of course she thinks you're a freak. She's not stupid, you crazy fucking whore! You're the freak queen!"

*****

William knocked on the door to Felicity's boudoir. "Elle, Goddess? Do you have a blindfold in there? Could you put it on?"

He didn't have to wait long. "Okay, you devil, I can't see a thing."

He cracked the door open and peeked. Felicity was waiting for him, one hand on a tall bedpost. She was wearing the soft blindfold as requested.

William quietly set the hamper down and discarded his robe. He paused to take in the scene. "Ravishing as always, my dear."

Elle had let her hair out of the towel. It wasn't quite dry enough to fluff out properly. Instead, it was dark and sleek.

As for the rest of the goddess... it was really too bad the lawyer couldn't see the rapid growth of his ardor.

He took her by the arm and pressed her gently against the bedpost. For a time, his lips and hands took liberties with her. Not that her own hands were idle.

When both of their temperatures had risen and pulses quickened, he guided her onto the bed. "I think if you kneel and rest your butt on your feet, that will be most comfortable." Elle knelt as requested, composing herself in the center of the bed.

William moved quietly around the bed and selected a couple things from the hamper. He set something aside at the head of the bed and knelt on it next to her. Elle straightened her posture when she felt him come near.

"Hands behind your back, please," he asked softly. She did as he asked, clasping wrist in hand at the small of her back. Bill snapped a pair of padded cuffs on her. They were simple leather bands with coat-snaps for closures and a plastic chain. Toys, really, but suitable for his purpose.

There was a long delay. The lawyer tried to maintain her composure but she was anxious to know what William would do to her.

The truth was, all he was doing during that delay was staring at the vision composed before him. Felicity held her back straight, the cuffs only loosely holding her arms behind her. As she breathed, he stared at the perfectly sloped weight of her tits. Plenty of women were bigger, some tits were firmer but William had yet to find a finer set of all-around perfect breasts than Felicity's.

He was going to focus a lot of attention on that perfection. He started by gently brushing her nipples with his fingertips. He paused and then did it again, continuing to trace softly down the swell.

The nipple had already been firm but it grew more now, the cap around it crinkling. Elle shivered and he saw goosebumps raise across her body.

He spent several minutes gently teasing both breasts before taking one between his thick lips and sucking gently. Elle moaned and her toes curled into her ass cheeks.

Again, Bill spent several minutes gently kissing and tugging on her hard little spigots. Felicity was so engrossed by what he was doing to her sensitive tits that she didn't quite notice when he slid a single finger into the cleft between her thighs and found the top of her slippery slit.

It was always like this with Will. He was an endlessly inventive and insightful lover. He knew when a woman needed to have her throat brutally reamed by an angry cock or when she needed to be teased and romanced. He'd bound her lightly and was slowly building sensation upon sensation in her body.

Soon he was pressed closely against her, one hand firm on a shoulder, the other continuing to polish the most sensitive parts of her mound. The heat of his body was seeping into hers and the pulsing imprint of his cock burned against her hip.

His lips, teeth and tongue had pulled so much blood and lust into her breasts they were about to burst.

She shuddered and whimpered softly.

"Oh god," she moaned, squeezing her thighs together as she came softly.

Felicity slumped against William. Feeling very satisfied with himself, he stretched to pick up a long length of soft cotton rope without letting her topple over.

Wordlessly he began wrapping it around her chest, establishing a base under her breasts which he would use as a foundation for binding he perfect C-cups tightly.

Soon he had tight bands of multiple layers of rope above and below her breasts. He tied that rope off at her back and started with a new, slightly thinner cord. This he laced through the previous windings, first cinching top and bottom bands together at the outer edges near her arms and then pulling them together with a third strap down her cleavage.

When he was done, Felicity's tits were squeezed tight and jutted forward like rocket nosecones. Her skin was pulled taut over the pressure.

William teased their tips silently for a time but then backed away. He let her sit there without moving for several minutes. It felt like an eternity; Elle had no idea what he had in mind next.

Without warning his thick hand took a rough hold of the binding between her tits. "Oh!" she yelped as he yanked her around, spinning her onto her back. She struggled to kick her legs out straight from beneath her as he tugged her to the edge of the bed.

With a strong grip on the ropes, William got her head off the side of the bed. He looked down at her helpless, blindfolded face and tightly bound tits and snarled. He twisted his hand, half crushing her tits in their prison.

He put the thumb of his other hand on her chin, his fingers against her neck. He guided her mouth open and before she knew what was happening, his thick cock was half-way down her throat and her nose was buried in his ball-sack.

She choked and moaned and used her tongue to tell him how turned on she was. Her hands were still trapped under her against her back but she could reach her own asshole and dug in with two fingers while Billy fucked her head.

*****

In the master bedroom, the beefcake had Stacy pinned to the bed in the missionary position. It was thrilling. It made her understand why Jared liked having her ride him so much. She had a great view of Trey's tanned, sculpted body.

Everywhere her hands roamed, she felt the power of him. Bicep, pectoral, abs, even a set of long, lean thighs working hard between her own softer shape.

He had her hips held high and was reaming her delirious pussy relentlessly. It was a little funny to Stacy that the big beefcake's cock was actually smaller than Jared's but she certainly didn't say anything about it. And having just been stretched out by Frank's monster didn't seem to be diminishing her enjoyment any. Her pussy was very much getting off on the easy fit.

"Holy Christ, man! You're making me cum so good. Look at you! I bet you can go all night!"

Trey was finally getting over the weirdness with the Pollard woman and deep down was grateful for the chemical boost. The Lancaster chick was a proper lay. Soft and appetitive. "I'm going to wear you out, slut!"

Stacy tightened her inner sheath and ground on him. "It's like fucking a locomotive! Your piston won't ever quit, will it?"

Well, it did eventually but Stacy certainly had no complaints when he finally filled her gash thirty minutes later while he held her spread-eagle against one of the big windows.

*****

After Helen had climaxed on Jared's hand twice, she pulled her gaping pussy off his fist. Still in his lap, she twisted like a cat and in a blink, she put her knees on his shoulders and her head down between his legs.

Helen Pollard's pussy yawned open in front of Jared's face. Fresh off his fist, he could see deeply into her weeping hole. The doctor's labia were also pronounced, like long earlobes. And her engorged clit was the size of the last joint of his index finger.

He was just coming to grips with the prospect of burying his face in that wide open pleasure pit when Helen dove her mouth down onto his drooling cock. She took him effortlessly, even his over-sized knob posing no challenge for the swinger's throat. In the past, in Jared's days of swinging before he met Stacy, Helen had made a careful study of Jared's member. She had concluded that though his was nearly three inches shorter than her husband Frank's, their helmets were exactly the same size.

Needless to say, Helen's throat had a lot of practice passing large objects.

Her nearly savage engulfing of his cock triggered something in Jared. Either some kind of muscle memory that recalled what Helen could take or merely an animistic response. Whichever it was, Jared Lancaster suddenly had only one thing on his mind.

His hands went around her hard little body to the back of her head. Running fingers through her short hair, he took hold of her skull. He jammed her face into his thrusting hips and fucked the mad woman's face hard.

Helen took it. Her throat relaxed and she drooled heavily and she moaned as Jared fucked her entire skull violently.

It was so exciting, she knew she could climax again with just a little more stimulation. She scissored her shins behind Jared's head and pulled his face into her splayed labia and throbbing clit.

When she came, she squeezed Jared's balls in her hand none too gently. He shook his head and ground his chin on her exploding clitoris. His hips came off the couch as he tried to fuck his way out the back of her head.

And just like that, the tension went out of Helen's body. The orgasm sapped her strength and her legs went limp. The hard cock in her mouth throbbed and leaked pre-cum.

She weakly pulled herself off Jared's cock. It was angry and red and demanding. Seeing it like that put a thrill through her despite herself. Or more accurately, is thrilled her exactly because Helen was very much herself.

Phlegm and pre-cum made it slick as she stroked it in her hand. She twisted and slid to the floor without letting go. The vitality of Jared's cock was her life-line. The insurance that would see her through to her second wind.

His natural enthusiasm and stamina put Trey in such a poor light by comparison. Helen knew that she would extract an orgasm from Jared soon enough... and that he would almost certainly continue to fuck her after that without stop. She had him maximally aroused and she was going to keep him there.

"Get me in the sex swing, Jared. I need you in all my holes."

*****

Back in the Kamasutra room, Felicity stared up at Williams fat, dripping cock from behind the askew blindfold. He'd spent at least ten minutes reaming her throat with it. Spit and snot covered her face and made her hair tangled and heavy.

He was letting her breathe now. She was gasping and swallowing hard. Her swollen tits burned in their bindings.

"What's wrong, little Billy? Too tired to fuck a whore properly?" she asked, her voice a croak. She was so turned on now. "I'm just starting to enjoy myself."

Billy stared down at the whorish lawyer. The mess her face was in made his cock throb hard. Her eyes were mad and her ass squirmed as she rubbed her thighs against her slit.

He grabbed the mess of hair on her head with a beefy hand and heaved her up. Adding his other hand to the back of her neck as she rose, he shoved her hard across the bed.

Elle tumbled a bit, scrambling to get her legs the right way around. She knew he wanted her to turn her ass toward him. Her arms were still cuffed behind her back. She ended up on her face as William grabbed her hips and pulled her to the side of the bed again.

He scraped his own sweat-heavy hair back from his eyes with the back of a hand. "Your whore ass already got fucked tonight, didn't it?" Has asked, staring at its lush swell. He didn't let her respond. Taking a firm grip on the rope across her back, his other hand gave her left ass cheek a viscous, meaty slap. "Naughty whore! Naughty!" He painted the other cheek, his handprints a clear and vivid pink.

Felicity kept her face buried in the bed and let herself scream. Each slap made her tits throb and pussy twitch. She tried to make her asshole wink at her tormentor. Everything he was doing to her was depraved and perfect.

He rained twenty or thirty blows down on her ass until his hand got sore. Then he rifled through a side table and found a heavy, flesh-colored dildo. Felicity already had her legs spread, waiting for him to finally fuck her. Her pussy hung open, dripping and hungry. The hefty rubber dong slid in deeply without resistance.

Felicity pressed back against his hand, taking every inch and groaning. He roughly pushed her hips lower and pressed his flesh and blood speer against her waiting anus and yanked her back into his hips.

She reared up off the bed. "FUCK! Yes. Shit. Holy shit, yes, stuff me full." William took the opportunity to snatch up her thick hair and rein her in harder.

With the thick rubber dong lodged firmly in her cunt, William went wild fucking her tight, buttery ass. Felicity climaxed constantly, tears running down her face and filthy, begging curses streaming from her lips.

*****

Frank got a little bored, pounding Bethany into the mattress. Every time he started to slow down, she whined and ground her ass against him. "I need your cum in me!"

He pulled out of the mad slut. Her small ass was pink from countless slaps he'd given it. But her cunt flesh was a much darker hue. At least, where creamy foam from her own discharges and those of her previous visitors didn't cover it.

Frank pulled her up by her arms. She protested weakly, begging him to just keep fucking her as hard as she could.

To say her legs were like jello is an insult to jello. They were more like water. As mouthy as she continued to be, her body was utterly spent. Had been for quite some time. Bethany herself didn't know how she could keep climaxing over and over again but both her dirty mind and mad pussy insisted on further abuse.

Bethany was very nearly as tall as Frank but didn't have much meat on her. Panting but energized by lust, he lifted her into his arms. He settled her against his broad chest, one arm across her back, the other under her burning ass.

Her arms hung limply at her side and she seemed to be struggling to keep her head up.

She felt the burning cap of his weapon rooting around her opening and moaned.

"You keep begging for it hard, Beth. You really mean it? You want everything old Frankie can give you?" He bounced her slightly against his drooling missile.

"Yes." she nodded weekly.

"Uh-uh. Say it, slut. Tell me how you want to get fucked."

Bethany took a moment to gather herself. Arms trembling, she lifted her hands to his face. She looked Frank in the eyes. "Pile-drive my womb with your giant cock you bastard!"

Half a second later she screamed as the entire weight of her body landed on his unrelenting manhood.

He remained standing as he fucked the madwoman without mercy or pause.

*****

There were many interesting details in the Pollard household. The spacious tiled shower and sunken tub were relatively mundane. The heavy 'X' of wood in one corner of the basement was another matter. When it's leather and metal accouterments were stored away, it's purpose was not obvious to the sufficiently naive. But the numerous metal eyelets that studded it were a bit of a giveaway.

The basement's ceiling was similarly studded. Helen lay back, suspended in a red leather sex swing now as Jared Lancaster pumped a hot and wild load deep into her ass. Helen came hard while grinding one of her Frank-shaped dildos as deeply into her womb as she could reach.

Jared stumbled away, dripping cock feeling heavy and spent. He watched as Helen pulled the big dong out of her pussy. She slapped at her gaping sex and swung wildly in her harness. She was raising her legs higher and higher, trying to reach the knob of the big latex toy into her dilated asshole. She was mostly upside-down by the time hit the target.