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Chapter 3

The following commentary and letters will be about our swinging parties with AC/DC couples and single girls. Bob's work takes him all over, and I go with him most of the time, and we have quite a bit of fun. We had parties with couples in Texas, Florida, Virginia; Washington, D.C., New Jersey, Colorado, just to name a few states.

The very first girl I ever made love with was a little sixteen-year-old nymphet in Cheyenne. Bob met her at the movie where she worked. Lynda is a very pretty brunette with long straight hair. She has the most beautiful figure Bob or I have ever seen. It's not big, but full, rounded and firm.

The first time Bob fucked her was in our apartment. She had left her panties and I got excited when I smelled her sweet pussy stains on them. I wore her panties to bed that night and it excited Bob and I so much that we fucked all night. Bob's beautiful prick was rubbed raw, to say nothing of me walking around bow-legged for two days.

Lynda thinks I'm Bob's sister. We went to the movie one night a few days later and he introduced us. I invited her over for a visit some time. During the movie, Bob went out to see Lynda and they sneaked up to the secluded balcony. Bob fucked Lynda on the carpeted floor and took her panties. They were sheer, bright red bikini panties and soaking wet. I slipped mine off and put hers on. By the time we got home, the panties were twice as wet.

That night, after Bob loved me real good and hard, we talked about Lynda. Bob was going to tell her that I was going away for the night and that he wanted her to come over. I was supposed to come in and catch him fucking her on the sofa.

She agreed to come up on a Friday night. She had asked him to get some beer for her to drink. Bob suggested that I hide in the closet so I could watch everything right from the beginning.

Bob bought a case of beer that Friday and I took a six-pack into the bedroom closet. From there I could see the sofa in the living room and most of the bedroom, including our king-size bed. I took off all my clothes, except my yellow French bra and the bright red panties that Bob had taken from Lynda. I was sitting on the sofa nervously waiting, when I heard Bob unlocking the front door. I ran into the bedroom and took an ash tray into the closet with me.

I could see Lynda sit down on the sofa. She wore a short, tight knit minishift. When she sat down and crossed her legs, the hem of her dress came up within several inches of her sweet young pussy. Bob came over then with two beers. I knew he had dissolved four Preludin tablets in hers, and after about two beers she would be begging him to fuck her… and me too I hoped.

My panties were moist when I ran my palm down between my legs. My thighs were trembling, and my full titties grew taut, sending delicious shivers through my stomach to meet those radiating from my burning pussy.

I watched as Bob took our photo album out and sat down beside Lynda. That particular album had all our sexy photographs in it. As the pages turned, the photographs became wilder and wilder. The last pages were some that were sent to us by Lee and Margie, a swinging couple from Washington D.C. They were of Margie and other pretty young girls in all stages of lovemaking with each other. And a few of Margie being licked by a huge Great Dane and two of her being fucked by the huge dog.

Bob was sitting on the other side of Lynda, and I could see her shocked, wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression as she looked at the photographs. Bob's hand was caressing her smooth thigh. Her dress was up very high, and I couldn't see the dark tops of her nylons so I assumed that she didn't have any on. Bob said something to her, and she turned her head, looking up at him.

He kissed her passionately. Bob's left hand moved from her bare thigh to the full swell of small shapely breasts. I whimpered softly, kneading my tingling titties as I watched him squeezing hers. I could see quite plainly that she was excited. Her hand went to my husband's lap and caressed the full outline of his throbbing hardness.

They finally broke their kiss and I could see Lynda's breasts rising and falling sharply from her heavy breathing. She turned her beer up and finished it. Bob went to get her another one. When he stood up, his eyes glanced toward the partially opened closet door. He smiled. I could see the tremendous bulge of his hardened prick.

Before Lynda finished her second beer, she had unzipped Bob's pants and had his beautiful prick out, caressing its hugeness gently. Everytime I looked at the huge fullness of my husband's prick it was always with awe. Now it looked even larger and more exciting. Maybe it was Lynda's small fingers wrapped around the thick shaft that made it seem so much larger?

Bob worked her dress up to her waist, and I saw her white nylon panties. As Bob caressed the slightly rounded bulge of her abdomen, Lynda opened her legs wide. When I saw Bob's fingers' slide down into the hot valley between her open legs, my heart started pounding heavier and delicious shivers tingled in the pit of my stomach.

Lynda's moans were becoming louder, and her small hand moved faster as it slid up and down the length of my husband's prick. Bob's hand was inside her panties, and I knew from her writhing and whimpering that his experienced fingers were manipulating her eager little clitoris. My clit was erect and more sensitive than it had been in a long time.

Bob picked Lynda up and carried her into the bedroom. He put her down about three feet from where I sat trembling in the closet. My breathing seemed so loud and heavy that I was sure Lynda would hear me. She was facing the closet as Bob took off her belt and unzipped her dress. Her eyes were closed and her small pouty lips were parted and trembling slightly. Bob pushed her dress forward over her shoulders, kissing her smooth bare neck. Lynda arched her head backward, whimpering softly as my husband drew her dress down over her small breasts to her waist.

I was quivering, forcing three fingers into the hot wetness of my tight pussy. Lynda's skin looked so soft and silky that I had to force myself to keep from leaving the closet. When Bob unhooked her white padded bra and bared the full firm white spheres of her young breasts, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I stared at the tiny dark hardened nipples centered so deliciously on the warm proud spheres.

Bob worked her dress down over the fullness of her flaring hips. My tongue ran wetly over my full lips while my fingers moved furiously in my wet swollen pussy. I could see the thin dark triangle of Lynda's pussy curls through her sheer white panties. The narrow band of nylon that disappeared between her full young thighs was very moist. I wanted so badly to reach out and caress her downy mound. It looked so soft, warm and sweet!

Lynda lay down on the bed, her shapely legs parted slightly. I stood up and leaned weakly against the doorframe. My legs quivered uncontrollably as I watched Bob quickly take off his clothes. The broad swollen head of his thick pulsating prick glistened wetly from the sweet cum that oozed from its slit. Bob smiled at me and crawled over Lynda, pulling her into his strong arms. They moaned loudly as their hot naked skins touched. I moaned audibly too, almost feeling Lynda's firm breasts and hot-pointed nipples pressing deliciously against my own! With trembling fingers I fumbled with the clasp of my bra, I sucked in my breath delightfully as the cool lusciousness of the air caressed my taut, tingling titties.

Lynda raised her rounded hips and helped my husband slip her moist white panties off. Bob tossed them toward the closet. I knelt down and reached out, pulling the lacy panties into the closet. I put the moist crotch to my nose, and the heady, musky-sweet odor made my head spin. When I looked up, Lynda was kneeling between my husband's widespread thighs. Her tiny pink tongue was licking at my husband's corded stomach. Bob's hands were holding her shoulderlength hair back so I could see her licking him.

Lynda's small hand was wrapped tightly around the thick base of Bob's huge blood-filled prick. Now her face was hovering only inches from the broad glistening head. Her head dropped slowly toward my husband's prick and suddenly her pink tongue flicked forward. The tiny tip licked lightly at the sticky wetness smeared over the broad pulsating head of his prick.

Bob moaned as Lynda slid her open mouth down and enclosed the whole bloodfilled head in the hot wetness of her young mouth. Her small, stretched lips tightened and slid down the thick shaft another two inches. The sight of my husband's beautiful prick sunk halfway between the ovaled lips of her mouth sent maddening thrills of ecstasy through my quivering thighs.

I cursed myself for not thinking of bringing the Polaroid in with me. I remember Bob saying that she had refused to suck him the first time. The closet seemed to be getting smaller with each passing minute.

Bob had taken her long hair and draped it over the far side of her slender neck. I watched the sixteen-year-old's pretty face bobbing expertly up and down the thick glistening shaft of my husband's prick. She was an experienced cocksucker! I felt a tinge of jealousy. I was very good, but Lynda was better! Bob flexed his ass, his head raised, watching Lynda's head bobbing up and down the full eight inches of his prick.

Lynda must have sensed Bob's increased excitement, as I always did, for she began sucking his thick shaft harder. My husband groaned over and over, his mouth moving crazily and incoherent words bubbled from his contorted lips. Suddenly his head dropped heavily back onto the mattress and a heavy guttural moan tore from his lips. His fingers entwined cruelly in Lynda's hair, holding her head tightly on his wildly jerking prick. I moaned and worked my fingers frantically in and out of my wet, swollen pussy. Lynda moaned loudly against my husband's spewing prick. I could almost feel Bob's hot salty-sweet cum squirting hard against the back of Lynda's mouth. She choked once as her smooth, flushed cheeks expanded and hollowed, greedily swallowing the hot flooding gushes of cum.

Lynda fell limply across the corded muscles of my husband's heaving stomach. Her eyes were closed and her parted lips glistened wetly with Bob's slippery cum. I wanted to kiss her, to feel and taste Bob's cum on her lips and hot tiny pink tongue. I sat down weakly, fighting the raging desire to let Lynda know I was here. I knew the time wasn't right yet, but my desire for the sixteen-year-old nymphet was a maddening thing.

Bob pushed Lynda onto her back and began sucking on her hardened nipples. The fingers of his left hand caressed her quivering young belly. I knew he wanted to eat her, but I knew he wouldn't because of me. He knew I'd be going crazy by now.

The huge size of my husband's prick isn't the most extraordinary thing about his cock. It's his recuperative powers. He can have at least three powerful orgasms before losing his hard-on once! I could see his prick laying on the whiteness of Lynda's left thigh. Its broad head glistening wetly from Lynda's saliva as it throbbed spasmodically.

Lynda's hips and thighs quivered as Bob's fingers worked expertly between the downy, passion-swollen lips of her wet eager young pussy. Hurry honey! Hurry! Oh, God, please hurry! My mind screamed pitifully at my husband.

Bob's fingers were plunging deep into Lynda's writhing pussy as she moaned and pleaded with him to fuck her. The moist downy cleft of her young pussy looked so inviting! Bob moved in between Lynda's shapely widespread thighs and I stared in amazed excitement as her small delicate hand reached out and wrapped around my husband's huge, throbbing prick, guiding its swollen, blood-filled head into the wet tightness of her palpitating young pussy.

She moaned softly as Bob's thick shaft worked back and forth slowly, gradually sliding deeper until it looked as if she had taken the full length of his tremendous shaft. My husband raised up on his hands, looking down at Lynda's pretty contorted face. He slowly drew his slim powerful hips back, and my pussy quivered with delicious sensations, knowing the passionate thrills that were soaring through Lynda's trembling body. Suddenly my husband's hips flicked forward and his thick pulsating prick rammed into the depths of her young pussy, hitting delightfully against the resilient lips of her womb.

Lynda screamed a low, sorrowful cry of pain, trying to escape the sudden pain. Bob rammed into her again, grinding harder into her tender young flesh. I knew my husband well enough to know he was enjoying her pain. I reveled for a moment in the power my husband possessed over another young girl impaled on his massive prick. I wasn't surprised at all when Lynda started responding to Bob's painful thrusts.

Bob ground his pelvis into her flaccid flesh as Lynda strained up against him, arching her hips, lifting them off the mattress. The bed began to squeak and strain beneath them. Lynda began whimpering incessantly beneath my husband's pounding body, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress in wild abandon.

"Oooohhhhh… fuck… me. Do it good!" she whimpered breathlessly, wrapping her long shapely legs around his thrusting hips. I watched as my husband began furiously thrusting his thick prick into the depths of her young eager pussy. I watched hypnotized while Lynda moaned steadily in a low whimpering whine that sounded like a little lost puppy.

"Oooohhhh… Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" Lynda moaned in ragged breaths and in rhythm to my husband's thick prick plunging into her. I watched, fascinated, as the young girl became increasingly wilder, writhing her hips and frantically clawing at Bob's broad, muscular back. "I'm doin' it! Oooohhhh… I'm going… all… the way!" Lynda cried, helplessly out of her mind with ecstasy. She screamed once more, arching her back and hips off the mattress. Then she collapsed, her body quivering in tiny spasmodic tremors. Bob continued to thrust into her limp body for several more seconds, then he tensed. And I sighed deeply, knowing he was shooting his thick hot cum deep into the unconscious young girl's palpitating pussy.

Bob rolled from between Lynda's limply splayed thighs. I stared at the wet swollen lips of her open young pussy. Bob waved for me to come out, and I slowly pushed the door open and walked to the foot of the bed. I still didn't know that Lynda had passed out and I tried not to shake the bed as I crawled up between her legs.

I stared into the mass of curly brown hairs. They were soaked with her juice, and the heady aroma from her swollen pussy wafted into my nostrils in maddening whiffs. My breath quickened as I looked between the swollen pink lips, a thick, creamy stream of my husband's cum oozing slowly from the tight pink inner opening. My pussy was trembling maddeningly as my fingers gently spread the moist lips. I saw Lynda's eager swollen pussy contracting… or maybe I was imagining it. My nostrils flared and I quivered at the overpowering pungent aroma of her used pussy.

I ran my tongue lightly over her pink flesh into the deep pink folds. The salty taste of my husband's thick cum mingled with Lynda's sweet juice, excited me tremendously. I buried my face in her wet folds, and Lynda moaned softly and rotated her hips up against me ever so slightly.

I opened my lips slightly and sucked her tiny rigid clitoris into my mouth, my tongue darting out and fluttering around its erectness. My eager, hungry mouth tasted her young hot juices as I ground my pussy into the mattress. I could feel my husband's eyes burning hotly into us, and I reached out with my right hand and gripped the thick, throbbing shaft of his huge hardened prick.

Lynda began moaning louder as I sucked Bob's cum madly from her wet eager pussy. I looked up and saw that Lynda had raised up on her elbows. She was staring down at me with wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise. Then she looked at Bob and smiled! Bob leaned over and kissed her fully and passionately on her moist lips. Lynda's parted legs came up over my shoulders and she locked her slender ankles behind my neck. I began licking as deep as I could into the depths of her inner lips, and little Lynda writhed her hot young pussy up to me.

I pushed my eager tongue up the slippery sheath of her quivering pussy, feeling her pink walls contracting tightly around it. No wonder Bob raved about how good Lynda could fuck with muscle control like that in her beautiful young pussy! She moaned and writhed harder as I licked at the sides of her smooth pussy, sucking up the salty-sweetness of their mingled juices.

"Ooohhh! I love that… don't ever stop… please!" Lynda whimpered weakly and I noticed Bob was sucking on her tiny hardened nipples. I couldn't help wondering which one of us she was talking to. Then she answered my question.

"Oh, shit, eat me! Eatme… eatme… eatme," she whined incessantly. Her legs opened wide and she drew up her knees to open her sweet pussy as wide as she could for my frantically licking tongue. I slid my hands under the full quivering cheeks of her ass, pulling the upturned crevice of her pussy tighter against my face. She whimperingly pleaded for more.

"Oooohhh, shit! Yesss… yessss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Ooohh, shit! My titties… squeeze my titties! Oh… eatme… eatme… eat my pussy!" Bob was working on her firm young titties, digging his fingers into the magnificent spheres. She groaned loudly, jerking her writhing hips spastically against my face.

My pussy was itching and burning madly as I ground it against the mattress. My lips lost contact with her tiny clitoris as she began writhing frantically. I pressed my face back into her grasping pussy, searching, then finding her erect, throbbing clitoris, sucking and nibbling on its velvety slipperiness the way Bob did to mine. My fingernails firmly grasped her wildly gyrating asscheeks in each hand, holding her pussy tightly to my mouth.

"Suckme… suckme… suckme… Oooohhh… shit!" Lynda whimpered incoherently.

Her soft warm thighs closed around my head, gripping me tightly. Her body rocked back and forth, carrying my sucking mouth along with her wildly grasping young pussy. I felt the slender fingers of her right hand entangle in my long blonde hair, her head was flailing from side to side, her small, full lips were pulled back against her tiny white teeth in a grimace of sheer ecstasy.

A mournful sob burst from her tortured lips as she pushed her full young ass off the mattress, carrying my sucking lips with her.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I'm going! Oh, my God! I'm going all the way!" Lynda moaned, her mouth gaping wide, eyes clenched tight in the ecstasy of her orgasm. She mumbled incoherently over and over, her young shapely body shuddering convulsively as she clamped her thighs tightly around my head. Shudders and tremors shook her body uncontrollably and a low shrilled cry came from somewhere deep in her trembling body. I could feel her wet pussy become even wetter and the pink inner lips sucked on my tongue.

Lynda went limp then, but her lovely young body continued to quiver. I raised my head and looked at my husband. He was smiling down at me as I crawled over Lynda's splayed thighs into his arms. We kissed. Bob sucked my tongue deep into his hot mouth. He moaned hotly into my open mouth when he tasted Lynda's sweet young juice on my tongue. I felt the hugeness of his hardened prick against my belly, and I moaned in his ear for him to fuck me.

He said he wanted to take some Polaroids of Lynda and I while she was still unconscious. He got up and got the camera. There were seven photographs left on the roll and we had only one flashbulb. I snuggled up close to Lynda and put her limp left arm around my neck and her right hand on my pussy. I put my right leg between her widespread legs and my left hand spread the wet, slippery lips of her sweet young pussy wide open. I leaned over near her firm right titty, sticking my tongue out until it touched her tiny brown, erect nipple. Bob took the photograph from Lynda's side of the bed and it turned out beautifully. It looked just like Lynda was conscious and had just closed her eyes in ecstasy.

Bob crawled quickly between my legs and shoved his thick hardened shaft almost brutally into my wet passion-swollen pussy. Bob's wonderful prick had just started jerking wildly and spewing his thick hot cum deep into my palpitating pussy when Lynda came to and rolled over against us. She smiled at me and ran her hot slender fingers down to my cock-filled pussy. Her touch was so electric and thrilling that I cried out with the pleasure of it.

Her fingers caressed the thick shaft of my husband's prick which protruded from my tightly grasping pussy. Bob pulled his prick out after it had finished shooting his hot juice into me, and he rolled over Lynda. Lynda's fingers continued caressing my swollen cum-smeared pussy. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her mouth down to mine.

Her pretty face came down eagerly, her lips parted as they came softly and hotly in contact with mine. Her tiny pink tongue slipped teasingly between my lips and I moaned, feeling the small hardened nipple of her firm right titty pressing deliciously against mine. Lynda's hand began caressing my full titties, and her small full lips nibbled down my throat, across the velvety skin of my shoulder to my arched and aching titties. The sixteen-year-old began to delicately suck the first one, then the other… her tongue was sending shivers of pleasure through every fiber of my trembling body. Her hands were caressing my belly and thighs. I trembled uncontrollably as her right hand reached the wet downy lips of my cum-filled pussy. The thought that this beautiful sixteenyear-old girl would soon be licking my husband's cum from my pussy sent even stronger and more maddening thrills through my whole being.

Lynda's fingers slipped through the slipperiness on my pussy-lips and found my erect throbbing clitoris. She began sensually touching it, caressing its maddening sensitiveness. I began moaning and whimpering as her lips moved down, licking maddeningly at my quivering stomach. Her full lips found my wet swollen slit and her tiny hot tongue replaced the fingers. The strange, searing pleasure soared intensely through my thighs, pussy, and heaving belly. Lynda's fingers opened my slippery lips and her tongue slipped into me… I gasped and began undulating my hips, spreading my legs as wide as possible, letting the intense pleasure between my thighs grow stronger and stronger as her mouth and tongue sent chills of ecstasy through every nerve end that I possessed.

My hips began jerking, and I drew my knees up hard against my jiggling breasts to open my pussy as wide as I could. Her hands pulled the upturned crevice of my pussy wide apart, stretching it cruelly as I begged for more. Her tiny pink tongue slid wetly down the crevice to the tiny pucker of my asshole, pressing the tip hard against it, until it gave ever so slightly and her tongue entered. The wildest and most exquisitely wonderful sensations flowed through my ass. I shrieked out my pleasure shrilly.

I felt and heard Lynda moan heavily into the open wet lips of my pussy. I raised up weakly on my elbows and looked down at Lynda's face buried between my splayed thighs. My husband was kneeling between her thighs, rubbing the massive swollen head of his throbbing blood-filled prick up and down between the smooth white spheres of Lynda's ass. He pushed forward and Lynda's tongue froze in my pussy and her body tensed.

As Bob's hips slid forward, Lynda slowly relaxed and her tongue began its maddening thrusts again. My husband began pounding hard and fast into Lynda, and she moaned and her tongue matched the rhythm of his thrusting prick. The pressure of Bob's thrusts was buffeting Lynda and I in its delicious tempo.

My head dropped back onto the mattress and I wondered fleetingly if he had his huge, thick prick in her asshole. I didn't think so. Bob had tried that with me, but his prick was just too big.

My fingers entwined in Lynda's soft brown hair and writhed my pussy hard against the hot pressure of her tongue. I watched my husband's lust-contorted face running excitedly over my quivering titties and little Lynda's head bobbing lewdly between my widespread thighs. I saw his lips compress tightly and his sexy blue eyes roll back in his head as he tensed with his eight inch prick buried in Lynda's sexy round ass.

I knew he was climaxing and, from the way Lynda had slowed down, I thought she was too. Her fingernails dug painfully into the tender quivering flesh of my upturned ass. I moaned with the pleasure-pain, and Lynda went limp, sprawling across my heaving belly.

Little Lynda, Bob and I had one more get-together before she suddenly decided not to talk to us. Every time Bob and I go to the movie where she works, she always gives us the cold shoulder. But my pussy starts itching madly every time I see her.

At our last time together, while Bob had gone to get some cigarettes, Lynda told me about her sex life: A neighborhood boy that was going to college raped her repeatedly when she was only thirteen. She hadn't let a boy do it to her again until this past summer when she let her boy friend talk her into letting him and three of his friends eat her. They made her so hot that she let all of them fuck her. She thought my husband was the "grooviest" guy she had ever met.

After her rape, her sister seduced her and they are still carrying on their affair. Lynda admitted that sex with boys was exciting, but until Bob fucked her she had never climaxed until she was with her older sister.