Message-ID: <8533eli$9802171140@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: RP: "Peggy and Brad" (revised) by Emerson Laken-Palmer (MF, swinging) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <70b84d7b.34e8d975@aol.com> The author supplied me with this slightly revised version which he asked me to post. I am not the author, just the posting agent for Emerson Laken-Palmer. Any comments on this story may be directed to sxjames@aol.com and I will see that he gets them. ---------------- cut here --------------------- -------------------------WARNING!------------------------------- THIS TEXT FILE IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS! IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX AND SEXUAL SITUATIONS. IF THIS TYPE OF SUBJECT MATTER OFFENDS YOU, OR IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS TEXT AND DELETE THIS FILE. THE AUTHOR (AND THE ORIGINATING SOURCE OF THIS FILE) HAS MADE THIS TEXT AVAILABLE (FOR ADULTS ONLY) AS SHAREWARE AND CAN NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ITS DISTRIBUTION. ---------------------------------------------------------------- ÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛÜÜÜÛÛ ÛÛÜÜÜÜ ÛÛ ÜÜÜ ÛÛ ÜÜÜ ÛÛÜ ÜÛÛ ÛÛßßßß ÛÛßßßß ÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛ ßÛÛÛß ÛÛ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛ ßÛÛÛÛÛß ßÛÛÛÛÛß ÞÛÝ emerson laken-palmer ÜÛÛÛÜ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßÛÜÛß ÛÛÜÜÜÛß ÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛÜÜÜÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛßßÛÜß ÛÛßßßÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛßßßÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛ ßÛÛÛÛßÜ ÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛ ßÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛß FORWARD BY STEPHEN PETERS What follows had its origins in a long letter to yours truly, after Emerson offered to tell me about the best blow job he had ever received. Now, in the three years I've been corresponding with Emerson he's thrown a few surprises my way, but none quite like the following revelation. Yes, it involves sex (and a fair amount of it), but I don't think of this as a simple 'sex story'. Rather, this is a tale of four ordinary people caught up in rather extraordinary circumstances, told through the eyes of a perceptive and very gifted storyteller. As for the morality of what happened, I leave judgement to the reader. However, I will say the following: this story reveals far more about sex, human nature, and the erotic than any made up "suck 'n fuck" story ever could. Or, to put it another way... truth is far, far stranger than fiction. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did. Regards, S.P. For what it's worth, this is a true story. For obvious reasons some of the names and locations have been changed. -ELP PEGGY AND BRAD by Emerson Laken-Palmer My wife sent me to the store once to buy milk and bread and I came home with a dirty magazine that contained an ad for "Swingers in your area". The idea of swinging had always been in the back of our minds. Something me and my wife talked about, during sex sessions, to heat up the action a little. Me and Lynn were just entering our thirties at that time (early 1981) and we still looked good. Especially Lynn. She was a real knock-out, when I married her, and she still was: 5'4", 120 pounds, ample curves, blue eyes, long blonde hair, perfect C-cup breasts with no sag. A guy, like me, was lucky to have her! I was... well, I was no movie star. Friends told me I looked a lot like Chevy Chase (though I couldn't see it) but, even though I was 31 and my hair had already started to thin, I had no flab on me. Lynn and I were both over-sexed. Always had been. We were attracted to each other like two sexual magnets, when we met, screwing like rabbits, all the time, for many years (and still going strong). Both of us had sewn our wild, sexual oats before marriage. We had not been the first with each other but, for seven years (and now with two kids) we had-- as far as I knew and aside from some flirtations -- been faithful to each other. That night, while making love to Lynn, I told her about the magazine ad and I asked her if she'd like to fulfill that recurring, sexual fantasy (of ours) and actually make love to another man while I did the same with another woman... just to see what it was like. Lynn told me (honestly) that, though she wondered what another man would be like (she loved body-building magazine photos of young, dark-haired studs with muscles), she didn't know if she could stand seeing me with another woman. But, she offered as our passion began to heighten, it would depend on whether she liked the woman or not. We had no idea what it would be like but we assumed that swingers were real sexual gymnasts and masters of the art of fornication. Mature, worldly couples where the women dressed in sexy outfits with crotch-less panties, garter belts and black, nylon stockings and the men wore nothing but silk robes and smoked pipes and had huge, insatiable cocks. The next day, after talking it over again after dinner (when our 5 year old girl and 1 year old boy were in bed), we decided we'd give it a try. I filled out the reply form and sent in the money and (after a week) the magazine sent me a sheet of paper with the names and cities and phone numbers of about 50 couples in Michigan. I spent a night calling the people whose names appeared on the paper but, after dialing all the numbers, all I got was a bunch of people who said that I had the wrong number or that they were Janice and Bob or Bonnie and Ken but that they hadn't placed any adds in any magazines and didn't know what I was talking about. So much for that idea! A few days later, a man named Brad called and told me that his wife Peggy had given him our name and number (after our call) and that she didn't know anything about the fact that he placed the ad with the magazine (because he hadn't told her). He told me that he was 24 and that his wife was 20 and that he wanted to exchange pictures with us to see if we liked the way each other looked. That sounded like a good idea so we sent off a photo (me and Lynn by the Christmas tree, dressed-up for last year's New Year's party) to the address he gave us and we got his picture a few days later. It was hard to make out just how they did look. Brad and Peggy were sitting on the floor, by a fireplace, with a dog. She wore a white t-shirt and western boots and jeans but her face was turned so I could only see that she had very long, dark hair and looked thin. He was wearing a bathrobe and smiling broadly up at whoever had taken the snapshot (but he wasn't smoking a pipe). That Monday, Brad called again and said that they liked our picture and that maybe we could get together that weekend. He said that he would talk it over with Peggy and that he wanted me to call her on Thursday to make final arrangements. On Thursday I called and Peggy sounded really somber and weary on the phone. She told me that Brad had been trying to pressure her into meeting us and that she wasn't sure she wanted to do such a thing. She told me that her and Brad were happily married and had a toddler in diapers and that only her husband had ever been inside of her and that (if it was all the same with me) she wanted to keep it that way. I apologized for bothering her and, as I hung up, I felt ashamed and uneasy about the whole matter and I wished I hadn't bothered her. In fact, Lynn had gotten cold feet over the whole swap notion herself, fearing what might happen if we met two strangers who might me murdering maniacs or (even more possible) carriers of some form of VD! This whole thing had been my idiotic idea anyway. A chance for me, I figured, to sample some other woman's pussy (after seven years of just Lynn's). What had I been thinking? Lynn was good to me and sexy and beautiful and great in bed and I loved her and we had children to raise properly and why would I want to take such a chance and louse all that up? This Peggy was right. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all and I was better off to just forget it. Saturday afternoon, just as we were walking out the door to go shopping, the phone rang and it was Peggy. She sounded cheerful now (as if she were a totally different person from the one I had spoken to two days before) and she asked me if it would be alright if her and Brad came over to our house that evening. She said that she was really looking forward to meeting us and having a new experience. Taken aback by her sudden change in attitude, I found myself saying, "Yes, that would be great!" and gave her the directions. Peggy and Brad lived in Standish, which was west of Saginaw Bay. Kalkaska (where we lived at that time) was up north, near Traverse City, in what would be the little finger of the mitten. It would take them a good three hours to make the drive in this January weather. Lynn was as surprised as I was at Peggy's call but, just like me, she was excited that they were coming and we decided to make the best of it. We bought beverages and snacks and (as evening came) we put the kids to bed, got dressed up (Lynn in a sexy, silk blouse and tight black skirt and heels) and waited for our company. Peggy said that they would be over around nine and around nine it started to snow. They hadn't arrived by ten and by ten thirty I was getting antsy. By 11:15 I knew it was all a joke on us and by 11:45 we were just putting away the snacks and turning out the lights when a car pulled into our driveway. When I answered the door, I couldn't believe how nice (normal) the two of them (and their toddler) looked. Brad (holding the diaper bag) was muscled and stocky. He had short, curly dark hair and a pleasant manner and smiled warmly as he greeted us. He reminded me of a grown-up Greg Brady. Peggy (holding the baby on her hip) looked to be about 18. She was just a little under my height and slim. Her blue-jeans clung to the curves of her lean legs and, as she took off her coat, I saw that her chest was utterly devoid of any signs of breasts (under her dark-blue sweater). She had dark, brown hair (with reddish highlights) that, unlike in the picture, was cut short now to just above her shoulders and styled behind her ears with two gold barrettes. She had a sweet, school-girlish face but she wore an adult woman's lipstick on her soft-looking, full lips and green eye makeup over the lids of her brown eyes. Her pale cheeks, under her high cheek bones, were glowing red from the cold and she smelled of a light, alluring cologne. We all sat in the livingroom and talked while their toddler walked around and got into things. The baby had slept in the car (during the long drive) and was full of energy now, causing Peggy to have to constantly get up and fetch her, laying her back on the blanket on the floor with her bottle (with me noticing the way that, when Peggy bent over, her sweater raised up to expose the wasp-thin small of her back where her curves broadened out to her wider ass and hips and disappeared into the waistband of her jeans). Brad, we learned as we sat and talked, was starting his own business and Peggy was kept busy at home with their little bundle of one-year-old energy Christina. Once little Christina finally went to sleep, it was decided (somehow) that we all seemed to like each other (even though Brad and I had done most of the evening's talking) and that we should get acquainted now in a more intimate way and Lynn left my side to scoot down the couch and sit with Brad while Peggy put out her tenth cigarette and came over to sit next to me. I turned the lights down low and turned to her, nervous as I looked into her wide-eyed, slightly apprehensive expression and placed one hand on her soft, warm shoulder and the other on her knee and drew close to her. She didn't resist as I leaned in to tentatively kiss her unfamiliar, soft lips and her eyes fluttered shut and she put her arms around my shoulders and her mouth opened for me and I was suddenly making out with this young, pretty girl and feeling as giddy as a teenager in a back seat of a car. She kissed in an odd but exciting way (I thought) once she got into it. She had her mouth open against mine (her lips were very full and pillow-soft and agile and her breath was sweet) and she folded her tongue downward and flat, in her mouth, so that we could lick our tongues broadly against each others as she worked her pretty face at mine. It was like licking a tasty confection that was soft, sweet girl-tongue and I quickly learned how to do this with her in just the manner she seemed to like. It made my cock go as hard as a steel rod in my pants. Glancing over at Lynn and Brad, I could see that his cock was already out of the zipper-hole of his brown slacks and that Lynn was holding it as his hand was busy up my wife's skirt, between her parted thighs, and they hotly kissed and looked very enthralled with each other down the couch. Fearing I was lagging behind them, I put my hand up Peggy's sweater, feeling up over her warm, silken skin and discovering that she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need one! All she had was what amounted to two very soft places on her chest and these HUGE, supple nipples! Peggy stopped me by putting her hand over mine, trapping my hand under her sweater, and she looked so forlornly at me as she said, "I'm sorry that I don't have anything up there. My brothers always teased me about it and Bradley laughs at me and tells me how much he always wanted a woman with large breasts..." I told her that she had nothing to apologize for and that I had always had a "thing" for girls with small breasts and large nipples, ever since junior high school, and that I thought she was just about the prettiest girl I had ever kissed. She smiled shyly at me then and took her hand away and we went back to tongue lapping each other as I played with those nipples and felt them stiffen and she was soon unbuckling my belt and reaching into my pants for my cock. Brad and Lynn were undressing (in fact he was already nude on the floor and waiting for her, reaching up to her with a muscled arm as she removed her black, lace panties) so I stood up and told the two of them that me and Peggy were going to the bedroom. "Great," Brad said, "we'll make use of the couch while you're gone." I took Peggy to the bedroom with me and she immediately started taking off her clothes, standing by my bed and pulling her sweater over her head, exposing the pale skin of her thin upper body and those twin, ginger-colored, hard nipples pointing out from the areolas of her barely discernable breasts. Then she unfastened and tugged down her tight jeans, revealing her thin thighs and I saw that she wore light-blue, cotton, bikini panties on her cute, firm little ass. As I ripped off what I was wearing, I gazed at the narrow of her waist and the slight curves of her hips as she bent to her side and cocked her leg up to reach gracefully down and pull those jeans from her foot. Then she stood upright and grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them downward, over her hips and I stared at the dark bush of her little triangle of pussy hair, below the flat plain of her stomach. Stepping out of her panties, she was completely naked now and in my bed with me. This wasn't going to be as easy a task as it might sound to you. I was turned on. My cock was as hard as a lead pipe and pointing up at the ceiling as we lay on our backs, naked beside each other with our hips barely touching. But I didn't know this girl! We were strangers! I had only met her scarcely an hour ago! Where do I start? What do I do or say? Peggy broke the silence as she reached for and gripped my cock in her small hand. "God!" she exclaimed with a nervous giggle, "you're so BIG!" Now, I wasn't exactly hung like a Clydesdale but I've got a cock that was longer than the average and thick enough that Peggy could barely get her whole hand around it. I got to my side and pulled her on her side to me and we went back to the juicy, hot kissing while our hands investigated each other's bodies for a time. Laying on her side, I found Peggy's soft, thin body to be surprisingly feminine and curvy, her hip rising up alluringly from the concave of her thin waist as I kissed her and caressed over her. Though Peggy still seemed embarrassed about the size of her breasts, I could tell that they were very sexually sensitive. She loved it as I played with her nipples and gently tweaked and pinched them while we lay together and our kisses grew more heated. I moved my face to her chest and sucked one into my mouth, hearing her gasp and feeling her hand at the back of my head as I worked the large, soft cylinder of rubbery flesh between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Reaching down now, I found Peggy's pussy, between her soft, thin thighs, to be hot and downy soft and its slit to be very wet as I explored and fingered into it, and I could now smell the potent, compelling, feminine spice of it, all around us, as I continued to firmly suck her hardened nipple and to deeply finger-fuck her. Brimming with lust, I pushed her onto her back and scooted down the bed, laying on my stomach between her open legs as I pressed my face to her sable-covered mons and started to eagerly eat her out. Her pussy was sweet tasting and juicy with lubricant and she worked her girl-scented crotch to my face with her fingers entwined in my hair and whimpered and moaned and shook as I licked broadly into her hot vagina and then up, between her furry, puffy lips and over her large slippery clitoris. Peggy abruptly sat up and told me to roll on my back and she crawled over me (facing the opposite direction) until her pussy was in my face and, as I went back to holding her girlish hips and licking deep up into her hole, thrilling to the taste of her sugary, feminine juices as they dripped over my probing tongue, I felt her hot mouth engulf my cock and she began licking and sucking me and bobbing her pretty face up and down on my rigid shaft. It was so sublime a sensational overload for me that I knew cuming was only moments away and I didn't want to waste it so soon. I pushed her off of me and she lay on her back now with her legs apart for me. I got between them and, holding myself over her with one arm, I steered my sensitive cock to the hot opening of her pussy and pressed inward. "SLOW!" she kinda sat up and warned me, her chest now up against mine as my cockhead just barely entered her, an anxious expression on her lovely face now. I've fucked some tight pussy in my day. Lynn (in fact) is still a very snug fit for me. But, even with its slippery lubrication, it took most of two minutes to work my rigid cock fully up into Peggy's small vagina and (the whole time) her pretty face winced and grimaced, on my pillow, and she stiffened and trembled and made sucking and blowing sounds through her full, pursed lips like she was having a baby under me! How could I just ram it into that? When it was finally fully within her, I lay myself gently on top of her and just kissed her for a while, until she eventually relaxed under me and started to return my kisses in the same wanton manner she had used on the couch. Her hot pussy had a grip on my cock unlike anything I have ever experienced before or since. It was just nothing but extreme tightness from the entrance, at her downy labia, to deep up in her flat belly where my engorged cockhead was now throbbing wildly. She was so small under me too! I had to support myself up on my elbows for fear of crushing her and I only weighed about 140 then. There was a glow of sweat beads over her upper lip and on her forehead now and her cheeks were bright red as I smiled down at her reassuringly, feeling my penis so tightly gripped up in her most intimate, sexual place. She smiled up at me then and repeated, to me, how big my cock felt inside of her and then I started to slowly and carefully fuck this pretty, unfamiliar, young woman in my own familiar bed. Now, if this were some made-up sex story, I could tell you how she began to churn her ass up at me and writhe around under me and moan and scream and yell, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" But that wasn't what really happened. As I fucked Peggy, watching her face and shoulders move up and down on my pillow with each of my thrilling, cautious thrusts into her, she began to casually talk to me about herself. About her mother and her two big brothers. About how she lived all of her life in the little town of Standish. About how her father drove a truck and drank so much and beat her mother up a lot. About her parents' divorce and his moving to Tennessee (to avoid support payments), when she was fourteen, and how badly she felt about losing the father that she dearly loved in spite of his faults. About her marrying Brad (her high school sweetheart) and about how much she loved him and would do anything for him... even this. And as I listened to her, and replied to her, (talking just as casually with her, as if we were new acquaintances sharing a seat on a bus) it struck me how out odd it was that, during this pleasant conversation with this pretty, young housewife, I was laying naked on her nude, curvy, warm body, between her smooth, widely spread legs and feeling her firm pelvic bone pressing up against mine as I worked my cock deep up inside her pussy and fucked her with an iron-hardness. I told her about me and Lynn and what I did for a living and that this was our first time at wife-swapping and that (so far) it was pretty nice and she giggled sweetly and told me that she thought (so far) it was pretty nice too. She told me that, though she had some oral sex experiences before she knew Brad, her husband had always been repulsed by even the idea of eating pussy and she wanted me to know that I did it quite well. And she admitted that my cock was feeling very good inside of her right now and that I had a very loving, gentle way of fucking that was so different from the fast, pistoning method she was used to and that my cock was touching places in her that Brad's had never touched before. I felt compelled to kiss her then and, after I did so, she resumed her casual conversation, as I continued to fuck her, telling me that she sold Avon (for extra money) and that her husband was a volunteer fireman and that he liked to work out at the gym a lot and then she started telling me about his line of work when, in mid-sentence, Peggy suddenly closed her eyes and gasped and reached up and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face firmly down to hers and began kissing me deeply and wetly, undulating her pretty face to mine and sucking my mouth hard and excitedly as she whimpered through her nose and I felt her slim body lock and go rigid under me. Confused and surprised, I just kept fucking her, feeling her now firmly pressing her pussy up against my loins, as I thrust in her, and her already tight vagina gripping my pistoning cock even tighter. Then, before I could react, her body suddenly relaxed and she let go of the back of my head and her arm fell limp to the mattress out to her side. I raised up and looked down at her face as her eyes fluttered open and she said, "...and then Bradley started charging people to detail their cars for them and we decided that we could open a small shop and make a living doing that..." "Wait a minute," I said to her, as I stopped fucking and just held my cock still, deep in her heated, tight vagina. "What?" "What just happened there?" "When?" "When you kissed me like that?" "Oh," she said, "I came." "What?" "Yeah. You made me cum." She pushed my upper body from her and put her finger to her chest to point. "See?" she asked. I could see red splotches all over her chest now as if she had gotten a rash from my chest hair. "All the females in my family break out in a rash when we have an orgasm," she stated. "It's a family trait. It's how you can always tell. It goes away after a few minutes. It doesn't itch or anything. It just tingles." "Interesting," I said. "Do you want to cum now?" she sweetly asked up at me. I had been on the verge through this whole fuck. It was only her talking, and my desire to make this last, that had kept me from busting a nut, in her, for this long. "Yes," I told her. "You can cum inside me if you want to," she stated as I started fucking my cock deep in her pussy again, the juices of her orgasm making her vagina a little more slippery now (but still just as tight). She closed her eyes and I could see, in her face, the reflection of the pleasure my quickening fuck-strokes were giving her as she dreamily said, "I want to feel it when you cum in me." "Well," I said, "could you just kiss me then and be quiet?" Peggy giggled. "Sure," she said and she pursed her pillow-soft lips at me. I gathered her small, upper body in my arms, feeling her large, hard nipples poking against my chest and her arms and legs wrapping around me as I fucked her hard and fast now, pressing my mouth to the receptive softness of her full, parted lips and hugging her tightly to me as I felt my orgasm building and beginning to charge through my body. Peggy began kissing me in that broad, tongue-lapping way of hers and I grunted out loudly, into her open mouth, as I went over the edge of climax and my first shot of sperm blasted strongly from my cock and streamed up into her clutching, hot vagina. Our teeth clicked together as I returned her kiss with the blind rage of my passion and fucked her hard and deep and fast now, spewing my cum into her tight pussy on each forward thrust of my cock and noticing that Peggy was gasping and moaning loudly into my face now and arching the wider hips of her small body up at me, working her firm, furry pussy-mound against the base of my cock as her arms clutched tightly back at my heaving, orgasming body. When I was done cumming, we settled back to the mattress and just clung together for a time, sweating and panting into each other's ears. "I came," I breathlessly announced to her. "Me too... again," she replied. "I could feel you releasing your sperm into me. I love the way a man can so powerfully inject his life-giving essence into a woman. It made me cum with you." Now I raised up and looked at her, still joined to her by our sex organs, "Peggy, are you on the pill or something?" "No. But it's alright. This is my "safe" time of the month." Jeez, I thought, I just came in another man's wife and she wasn't on the pill or using a diaphragm or anything? Lynn had her tubes tied after our son was born so I wasn't worried about Brad getting her pregnant. Feeling oddly guilty (now that much of my lust had left me with my orgasm) I started to pull my, still rigid, cock out of her. I was somewhat surprised at how the tightness of her pussy made extracting myself a slow, hard process. I had never encountered this phenomenon before but her wet vagina seemed to have formed a strong suction around my cock and I had to really pull back hard to slowly withdraw it from the tight hole between her moistly clinging, engorged pussy lips. When it finally came out, (with a wet suction sound) I got off of her and Peggy scampered quickly to her knees, on the bed, with her hand clutched firmly over her crotch. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked, her brown eyes sparkling in the dim light. "Just out the door to the left," I said, and Peggy smiled and took my hand and got off the bed, pulling me behind her as she took me into the bathroom with her and then she sat right down on the toilet in front of me. She smiled sweetly up at me as she casually folded her arms on her lap and sat with her knees together and her feet out to either side of her. I could hear the wet rush of the urine leaving her pussy hole as she pissed into the toilet. How strange, I remember thinking then, the way that women always seem to feel no sense of modesty about taking a whiz in front of a guy that they just had sex with for the first time. Lynn had done the same thing the first time I fucked her. It's (I guess) just some, unfathomable, female, post-coital, urine ritual. When she had finished, she wadded up some toilet paper and reached down between her thighs and wiped herself and then she stood, dropping the wad of paper into the bowl behind her and happily singing, "Your turn," as she raised the toilet seat for me. I stepped to the toilet and took hold of my cock. It was still hard as a pipe and I had to bend way over to aim at the bowl. Looking down, I could see that my cock was shiny-wet with a coating of Peggy's feminine fluids and I could smell her pussy's alluring, pungent scent strongly as I strained to piss. Peggy giggled as she watched me pee in that odd position and then, just as I finished, she reached over and flushed the toilet for me. "Come on," she said, taking my hand again, "lets see what Lynn and Bradley are up to." We walked through the kitchen to the livingroom. I could see one of Lynn's curvy legs draped over the side of the couch and then Brad's muscled butt bouncing up and down as we walked in. Brad stopped fucking Lynn and looked over at us with a bleary expression on his face. "Are you two finished in there?" he asked. "For now," Peggy said. Brad got to his knees between my wife's parted legs and wiped his sweaty forehead. I looked down at Lynn. She seemed very contented as she smiled up at me from the couch cushion. "Lynn is one terrific fuck," Brad said to me as he got up from the couch, his cock rigid and wet with my wife's sexual juices. "Do you mind if we use your room now?" "No," I said. "Go ahead." Brad reached down to Lynn and helped her up and then the two of them walked into the kitchen, toward the short hall to our bedroom, with me and Peggy following and all of us butt-naked. I could see a copious amount of Brad's milky sperm flowing down my wife's creamy thighs, below her sexy, swaying ass, as she walked ahead of us. And, as Brad advanced to the bedroom, Lynn stopped at the sink and grabbed a paper towel and I watched her as she wiped the rivulets of his cum off the insides of her thighs and then she poured herself a glass of water. "That's a good idea," Peggy said, sitting down at the table, "I'm parched!" I opened the refrigerator to get the big bottle of Coca-Cola as Lynn finished her water and started toward the bedroom where Brad had gone. I took her arm as she passed. "How are you?" I asked her. "Great," she smiled. "Brad is very nice." "Lynn, your husband has a very nice cock," Peggy said, peering around me and smiling up at my wife, from the table. Lynn turned to her now and smiled back. "Thanks... I think." Then both women laughed to each other as we heard Brad call from the bedroom, "Lynn, what's keeping you?" "Coming!" she yelled and then looked at me and Peggy and quietly added, "Well, not YET." And then she walked into the bedroom and closed the door. I started to get two glasses from the cupboard, to pour me and Peggy some pop, but she said, "No, don't make two dirty glasses for Lynn to have to wash. I'll share a glass with you." I poured a glass full and sat down at the table and watched her take a long drink and then grin at me sweetly and hand the half-full glass over to me. The Coke was a little flat but it was cold and tasted great because I was a lot thirstier than I had thought. Looking at Peggy now, sitting at the table with us both naked, at the rosy cheeks of her pretty, school-girl face and the curves of her thin body and the large nipples popping from the brown areolas of her pale, flat chest, my hard cock began to twitch with rekindled wanting. I remember thinking how young and feminine and absolutely lovely she looked and how much she resembled the girls I had wanted to fuck so badly in junior high. And even though it had only been a few minutes since I had pumped my cum into her, and even though I could still smell the potent, sweet, female odor of her pussy coming from the drying cock in my lap, I just couldn't believe that I had actually fucked her! "How old ARE you, Peggy?" "I'll be 21 next month," she said, looking at me with her head cocked and resting on the palm of her hand, her elbow on the table. "Why? How old are you?" "Jeez," I said to her, "I'm 31. Older than dirt!" Peggy laughed. "I like older men," she stated. "Bradley was a Senior, at Standish High, when I was just a Freshman. I fell in love with him at first sight. I knew that he was the man for me." "Really? That was how it was when I first saw my Lynn." Peggy giggled, covering her mouth quickly to stop herself, as if she felt her laugh was somehow out of place. "What?" I asked. "Oh, it's just... if we love our mates so much, why are we doing this?" Looking up and down her body now, at her thin waist and at the way her hips widened as she sat in the chair, I said, "Well, it's a recreational thing, I guess. It's sex for the pleasure of it, Peggy. I suppose it's somewhat like the couples who get together to drink or to do drugs. Sex is just another enjoyable high. Only we don't need to buy any expensive, illegal substances to do this and there's no harm and nobody gets hurt." "Yeah," she said, looking over at the closed bedroom door and then down at my hard cock, still thrusting up from my loins, "I guess you're right... if you look at it that way." She stood up now, the downy, black little mound of her pussy right before my eyes as she said, "Do you wanna' fuck some more?" I looked up at her pretty face, smiling down at me, and I could feel my hard cock go even harder as more blood rushed to it and I couldn't come up with anything more clever to say than, "Sure!" Grinning wickedly, Peggy grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the table and then took me to the couch where she lay on her back and pulled me down on top of her, wrapping her smooth legs around my ass. Taking my time, I kissed her for a while before I pushed my cock back into her body. It was a little easier to get it into her this time. She was more sexually lubricated now and I had stretched her out in the bedroom. I fucked her slow and fast and slow (wanting to make this second time with her last) and we hugged each other tightly and kissed passionately and wetly, enjoying the sexual thrills of each other's bodies, through the whole thing. My second cum, in Peggy, was as explosive as my first and I was glad, as I lifted my upper body from hers, to see the deep red rash across her chest and her smiling, satisfied expression. When I reluctantly pulled my cock from her this time, I saw the sweet smile vanish quickly from her face and her hand cover her open mouth as she gasped loudly and stared down at my shrinking penis. I glanced down too and could see that my dick was all red and coated with blood. "I'm so sorry!" Peggy gushed behind the cover of her hand. "I must have started my period! I wasn't due 'till Monday!" I smiled at her wide-eyed, apprehensive expression. "That's alright," I assured her. "Me and Lynn do it, when she's having her period, all the time. It might be a little messy but I don't mind at all." "Are you sure?" she said uncertainly. "Bradley won't even come near me when I'm menstruating." "Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry about it!" Peggy suddenly whimpered and lifted her butt from the couch, thrusting her hand between her legs as she looked anxiously up at me and said, "Quick! Get me an old towel or something!" I ran to the bathroom, feeling the cool air on my wet cock, and got a towel and brought it to her. Peggy didn't get up but put the towel under her butt and settled back down on the couch. I went back to the bathroom and wet a face-cloth with warm water and brought it back to her and she wiped herself and cleaned her hand and then gave the bloody rag back to me. I was wiping off my flaccid cock as the bedroom door opened and I saw Brad and Lynn go into the bathroom and close the door. "I guess they're finished," I said. "Yeah," Peggy said, "me too. I'm getting cramps now." And I watched her as she put her hand over her flat, lower stomach and bit her lower lip. Looking down at her, she really didn't look like she was feeling very well and I grabbed a cushion from the floor and helped her put it under her head. Lynn and Brad emerged from the bathroom, laughing about something as they came through the kitchen to the livingroom. "What's this?" Brad asked as he looked down at his wife on the couch. "My period started," Peggy explained. Brad threw his arms in the air in exasperation. "Great!" he yelled sarcastically down at her. "Trust YOU to find a way to fuck up a good time!" "Well, I can't help it! I didn't do it on purpose!" "Yeah, right!" he snarled. "Look," I said to him, "it's okay. I don't mind at all..." "He's right," Lynn said, taking Brad by the muscled arm, "we do it all the time when I get the curse. He doesn't care." "Well..." Brad said uneasily as I looked down and saw Peggy cover her eyes with the back of her hand and turn her face away toward the back of the couch, "...if he doesn't mind...." The three of us sat on the carpet now, Lynn butt-cheek to butt- cheek with Brad. "So," I said, looking at my wife, "did you get a good cum?" "Yes," she said, "finally." "She sat on top of me," Brad explained, "and she fucked me that way until she got her rocks off. And did she EVER... grinding that pretty, blonde pussy down on my cock!" "Oh?" "Yeah," Brad said excitedly. "I must have come four times, with her tonight, already... three times in her pussy and once in her mouth! This is one, beautiful, sexy woman you have here! I love her breasts! Such big handfuls to play with! It's so great to fuck a REAL woman for a change!" OW! I thought, aware of Peggy, laying right next to us on the couch, and hearing what her husband had just said. Brad stretched out on his back, next to Lynn, and I glanced at his cock. It was hard, as he reached up and hefted one of Lynn's tits. No wonder his wife's pussy was so tight! Brad was hung like a fucking hamster! His cock was thin and couldn't be more than five inches long! Brad was pulling Lynn down to him and she exclaimed, "What? Again?" "I can't help it," Brad said, "you're just so sexy!" "What about Emerson?" Lynn said, as she fell over him. "Peggy will take care of him," Brad assured her. "No. I can't," Peggy said, in a quiet voice from the couch. "I've got cramps real bad," she sniffed. "You WOULD!" Brad yelled. "It's alright," I said, looking over at Peggy's hand-covered face and then back at the pile of naked legs (and Lynn's sexy ass) in front of me, "I've had enough, for tonight. I'll just watch the two of you." "Suit yourself," Brad said as he wrapped his arms around Lynn and rolled the two of them over so that he was on top of her and between her spread legs. I watched as he worked his cock into her pussy and his muscular ass began to bob up and down between her sexy thighs. I heard a sound behind me and I turned to see Peggy, sitting upright now, her feet on the carpet, holding her forearm over her belly as she looked down at her husband and my wife fucking on the floor. Her eyes were watery and a tear trickled down her cheek as she wiped her nose with the back of her free hand and sniffed loudly, her chin deeply dimpled now and trembling. I smiled at her but she wasn't looking at me so I reached over and took her hand to comfort her but she snatched it away from me. "I can't," she said, in a loud, tearful voice, "I've got cramps, I told you!" "I know," I said calmingly, "it's alright... really. I understand. We don't have to do anything." Peggy just kept her wet gaze on the copulation taking place on the floor before her. I looked over too and saw Brad, holding himself up on his arms over Lynn now as he quickly and forcefully fucked into her, her knees raised up at his sides so her pussy could receive his thrusts at the right angle. I could see his shaft, between his muscled legs, screwing in and back in my wife's pink vagina, his cock and her pussy slimy with their teamed, sexual secretions and his hairy nut-sack slapping relentlessly against her upraised ass cheeks as he fucked her. The whole room smelled like sweat and pussy and cum now and it all looked and smelled and sounded so lewd and depraved that my cock was responding to it and hardening with a stiff yearning between my legs. Brad seemed to be boundless in his sexual energy, using his muscular body to fuck and fuck and fuck for (what seemed like) an inhuman amount of time while I just sat there, holding my cock and watching the pair of them, growing both hornier and more concerned for my wife's comfort by the moment. "Are you alright, Lynn?" I asked, rubbing my cock to try and soothe its rising need, "You're not getting sore down there, are you?" "Na-na-no," her voice was staccato with his thrusting into her, "it's al-all-right. It fe-fe-feels ga-ga-good! He he's s-s-so ha-ha-hard!" "Yeah," Brad yelled, "you shapely girl! Take it! Take my cock! Oh, yeah! Oh, you sexy babe! Take my cock! Oh, Lynn! You're going to make me cum again! God, you KNOW how to make a man feel so GOOD!" Slowly jacking and squeezing my throbbing cock in my hand now, I looked back at Peggy in time to see her wiping a tear from her wet, reddened cheek and swallowing thickly as she sat rocking with her arms hugging her knees to her chest and watching our spouses having sex on the floor. She looked over to me now, melting my heart with the teary-eyed, sorrowful expression on her pretty face as she glanced down at my stiff cock and then sighed and held her arm out at me, crooking her index finger in summons. "Come here," she sniffed and she slowly scooted, on the towel, to the edge of the couch, dropping her feet to the carpet. I got up from the floor and walked to her, wondering what she wanted of me. Peggy reached out and grasped my rigid cock, pulling me right to her so that I was standing at the edge of the couch, between her spread knees, and then she leaned forward, surprising me as she parted her soft, pillow-like lips, put the head of my yearning penis into her lovely, warm mouth and started to suck on it. "You don't have to do that," I told her, as I felt the thrill of what her mouth was doing to me and I looked down at the gold barrettes in her dark, brown hair and the sexy, thin curves of her pale, naked back. But Peggy leaned forward even more now, holding me by my hips and scooting her curvy ass back on the towel, so that her angle of attack was just right. Then I could suddenly feel the delicious sensation of my cock sinking deep into her tight, wet, hot throat as she opened her mouth wide and pushed her pretty, moist face forward to my loins, not stopping until her nose pressed to my lower stomach and I could actually feel her chin against my balls! "Oh, God!" I yelped and I could see Brad turn to us and stop his activity on the floor. Peggy gently grasped my scrotum with one hand and placed her other hand firmly over my ass, so that her fingertips were in my butt crack, and she started pulling me to her as she began to bob her whole face firmly and repeatedly against my patch of pubic hair and I could feel her warm, open mouth and hot, restrictive throat deeply and wetly engulfing my whole length of receptive, screwing cock as her tongue played lovingly along its underside! It was the most exquisite sexual sensation I had ever felt and (wondering how she could even breathe while doing that) I let her have complete control and I just meweled incoherently and became light-headed from the incredible sensations of her throat and tongue and hands all working together to compel a quick and immense orgasm from me. Brad's eyes went wide as he watched his wife deep-throating me and I was suddenly bow-legged and shaking, at the edge of release and (worried about her reaction) I took hold of her soft, warm shoulders and managed to wimper, "Peggy, stop or you're going to make me cum!" Peggy didn't pull back. Instead she worked her pretty face even more urgently against my loins and I could feel the tip of her finger find and enter my asshole as my cock seemed to push and fuck even deeper down the hot, wet passage of her tight, velvety throat and her warm tongue licked more firmly and wetly at the very base of my cock, right at my nut-sack, and I was suddenly braying like an ass and cumming like a horse, ejaculating thick, pressurized wads of semen deep in her throat as she moaned loudly in satisfaction (the vibrations of that action charging through my spasming cock) and she was eagerly swallowing what I was feeding her, her throat muscles creating an intense, incredible suction and strongly drawing out every exquisite spurt of my surprisingly large load of cum! It was the greatest orgasm of my life and, as it ended, she pressed her small, warm hands to my loins and slowly pulled her reddened face back from me, her mouth open wide and her throat emitting a low, croak-like gurgle as my thick, spent member wetly emerged from deep down her gullet. Totally drained, my legs became rubber and I fell sideways, landing, in a trembling heap, over the armrest of the couch. "Holy shit!" Brad exclaimed from the floor. "You've never done that for ME!" Peggy licked a thick, pearly dribble of sperm from her lower lip and then, swallowing loudly, she reached for one of her cigarettes, on the end table, and lit it. Sitting back and blowing the smoke out, she looked down at her husband and said, "I never wanted to... for you." That was the end of the swinging for the night. Exhausted, me and Lynn went to bed, leaving Peggy and Brad to sleep on the floor. We could hear them argue, from the livingroom, as we fucked in our bed, my cock feeling so good in the pussy of my own wife... its true home in the woman really I love. When we woke up, the next morning, they were gone. We got a card from them, the next Christmas. Peggy had written on it that they had moved and started their business elsewhere. She said that they were doing fine and added that she really liked the two of us and would always remember her evening at our house. There was no return address but the envelope was postmarked Amarillo, Texas. We never heard from either of them again. IF YOU HAVE ANY COMMENTS ON THIS STORY, CONTACT EMERSON AT DETROIT ONLINE BBS AT (313)538-9361. __________________________________________________________________ Other stories by Emerson Laken-Palmer: "Libido" "The Sex Doll" "Digger" "The Black Box" "Ellen" "Eddie and His Sisters" "Different Sisters" "Cori" "The House of Joy" "Mike" "The Pussy Show" "Cristy" "Lusting For Valerie" "Tempest" "A Lovers Tail" with Tom: "My Three Sisters" __________________________________________________________________ (c)-1997 BTSBBS -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |