Incest/Taboo Swingers' Surprise

As always, all characters exist only within the confines of the story and in my imagination! Enjoy!

My mother always told me to "Never judge a book by its cover," which is pretty corny, but still applies to real life as my husband and I found out recently. Danny and I were married at eighteen, me two months pregnant. Three months later we lost our baby and in the aftermath, I lost my ability to make babies altogether. It was tough going at first, but Danny and I were in love and we made things work.

As Danny and I crossed into our thirties, we both had to admit that things were a bit...well, stale in the bedroom. Oh, we still loved each other, but our sex life had become pretty predictable -- we had been each other's first and only lovers and we were good together in bed, but, it's like we hit a ceiling in our lovemaking. It was good, but we were both restless for something more.

Danny broached the topic of swinging first. He'd been using the internet for years to get aroused and I didn't really mind...at least it kept him coming to bed, hard and willing to fuck. Still, when he first asked me about maybe finding another couple to fool around with -- I was hesitant. We talked the topic to death -- the pros and cons, the possible dangers and I was still a bit hesitant. What pushed me over the edge finally were little fantasy games we'd play in public -- like strolling through the local mall and Danny noticing me giving some good looking couple an appraising look and then whispering in my ear, "How about it, Melissa? You'd like to fuck him, wouldn't you? I'd like to see that and I want you watching me make her moan!"

The fantasies help re-stoke our sex lives for a while, but finally, we both hungered for more and despite some misgivings, I gave Danny my blessing to find us a couple to swing with. In our discussions, we both agreed that we wanted strangers from out of town -- not wanting to create something locally that might explode in our lives in our little town. Danny was an accountant with the city government and I was a teacher's aide in the local elementary school. We wanted our fun, but wanted to avoid any possibility of scandal.

Danny cruised and studied swinger sites on the internet, proceeding carefully and methodically to find the right couple. I didn't think we'd have much trouble attracting attention. At thirty two years old, we were both in good shape. I'm five foot three and 140 pounds -- a tad zaftig, but with sexy curves in all the right places with a 36DD-28-38 figure. My hair is sandy blonde, straight and hanging down past my shoulders and I have big brown eyes. Danny is five foot eight and 145 pounds -- a bit on the short side, and his dark black hair is thinning a little, but still a good looking guy with six inches of hard dick.

I'll be honest, I wasn't knocked about by the folks we conducted our first swinging sessions with. The first couple -- Jim and Dana were nice folk and about as square as we were. Dana was a thin, dark haired brunette and Jim was a nice guy -- about twenty pounds overweight, with a tendency to shoot quickly -- long before I was even thinking about cumming. It was interesting in a strange, elicit way -- Jim being the first man other than Danny that I'd ever been with, but I was disappointed. Danny on the other hand was very pleased with fucking Dana and watching my husband with another woman elicited some feelings of arousal in me I never suspected existed. We met on three separate evenings and it was okay...but in the end, the spark we were seeking just wasn't there and we just decided to move on.

The second couple we met, Carol and Mark was even less fun than the first. Carol was a big blousy blonde and Mark was really short -- at five foot, two inches, even Danny towered over him. Carol was really happy with Danny and was willing to spread her thighs wide for him right off the bat, but Mark was another poke and shoot fellow and spent most of his time urging Carol and I to make out while he jerked himself off.

At Danny's urging, I did kiss and fondle her and she was okay with kissing me back and roughly feeling me up and I confess I was a bit turned on. But she tasted of the menthol cigarettes she seemed to always be smoking and didn't seem to be all that into me and the whole swinging affair felt...cheap. We met with them once and didn't follow it up.

I wasn't too keen to try it again, but finally, with Danny begging me constantly, I gave him my blessing to try a third time. It was nearly three weeks later that he announced that he'd found the "perfect couple." He showed me a picture he downloaded from online and I studied it with interest. I sighed a little heavily as I felt that once again, I was getting the short end of the stick. The "perfect couple" was Zeke and Donna. Donna was a good looking woman in her mid to late thirties -- bleach blonde hair and slender with what appeared to be smallish, firm breasts under her sweater. Zeke looked like a tall skinny dork. Thick glasses and longish brown hair styled in a mullet. His slacks and dress shirt seemed to be two sizes two big and he had a big, goofy grin. Donna looked really short compared to the long drink of water next to her.

"I sent them our picture and they went nuts over it," Danny told me, almost bouncing in his seat. "We'll get together next Friday night. Zeke and I agree that if we all hit it off, we can spend the weekend together." He went on to inform me that they'd agreed on an out of town motel about halfway between our hometown and theirs.

"Oh boy," I said with more enthusiasm than I felt. "I can't wait."

So it was that Danny picked me up after work the next Friday and we drove to our rendezvous. We arrived first, so Danny took care of the room -- a big one with two queen size beds. While I took a quick shower, he perused the phone book for local restaurants. With our first two couples, we had all gone out to dinner and only then returned to our shared room to awkwardly begin getting acquainted. Danny was bouncing around like a child on Christmas Eve. I tried to mirror his excitement, but really couldn't muster much enthusiasm.

I got dressed, slipping on a sexy little sweater dress with a big scooped front and a hemline that came to about mid-thigh and then stepping into some sexy three inch heels. At least Danny took the time to give me a wolf whistle and play a little grab ass before I moved to open the door and go out to our car to fetch a tube of lipstick I thought I'd left in the glove box.

As I opened the door, I was greeted with the loud, beastlike rumble of a huge motorcycle and I felt the vibrations of its roar between my legs as I stopped, framing myself in the door as I watched a man and woman on a big chopper, pull up into the parking place next to our car.

The driver flashed me a smile and despite the new and thick mustache, I instantly recognized it from the picture Danny had shown me earlier, but as I took in the rider, that smile and the longish mullet were all that was recognizable. Zeke's glasses were gone and two wolfish brown eyes gave me a hungry look that made me shiver. His outfit of blue jeans, a sleeveless T-shirt and a greasy denim jacket with the sleeves cut off hugged his body tightly and I realized that he wasn't skinny at all, but lean and tight. The muscles in his arms were hard and wiry and held the promise of hard earned strength.

Behind him, I easily recognized Donna, her bleached hair showing black at the roots, but it suited her. The demure dress she'd worn in the photo they'd shared had been replaced with a red handkerchief bandana top and raggedy cut off shorts that made her tanned and toned short legs seem much longer. She waved eagerly at me as Zeke cut the engine on his motorcycle -- the Harley-Davidson logo leaping out from the fuel tank.

Donna hopped off the bike and crowed, "I just knew you'd be waiting!" She rushed forward, her arms held out. She was short -- maybe two inches shy of five feet, but still managed to wrap her arms around my neck as she purred, "Dammit, Melissa, I'm wet as a virgin on her wedding night just thinking about you!" Then her lips were on mine and I opened my mouth to her probing tongue more out of surprise than desire as she pulled me tight against her. I couldn't help myself. I kissed her back, even more surprised now at how much I was enjoying kissing another woman.

Then Zeke was looming over us -- not as tall as I suspected, but somewhere around six feet and in a deep voice tinged with a childhood somewhere in the south, said, "Danny -- Melissa, damned proud to meet y'all."

I felt Danny at my back and then Donna sensed his presence and slipped from my arms to hurry around behind me and leap into my husband's arms while Zeke moved up and leaning down and slipping an arm around my waist, effortlessly lifted me up, my breasts pressing into his chest -- his T-shirt feeling hot and moist with his sweat, which made me hot and moist between my thighs.

On impulse, I kissed him, offering him my tongue which he accepted with a throaty chuckle. His tongue greeted mine and I felt myself rubbing against him as he muscled his way into the room past his wife and Danny who looked a little shocked. As our tongues greeted each other, we both stared into each other's eyes and whatever it was I saw in Zeke's made me shiver with anticipation.

When our kiss ended, he slowly lowered me to my feet, my dress riding up against his sweaty jeans and showing off my black g-string panties while my breasts rolled heavily over the hard muscles of his chest. With one arm around my waist, he leaned forward and grabbed Danny's hand, saying, "Can't tell you how much we've been looking forward to this!"

Danny had a funny look on his face as he took both of them in, more than a little distracted by Donna who was rubbing his chest, her hand moving further south with each stroke. Despite her obvious intentions, he kept looking back over at Zeke who with his arm still around my waist, eased down to sit on one of the beds.

"Um...us too," responded Danny, his voice a bit higher than usual. I glanced at him curiously. He usually only sounded like this when he was under great stress. "Wow -- you sure look different than your picture."

Donna giggled as she reached out and stroked my husband's hair. "Oh that's just some old church portrait we took about five years ago. We've got some sexier ones, but don't really want strangers trading them all over the 'net," she said before leaning in to nibble on my husband's ear. "Oh and I finally talked Zeke into that laser surgery three years ago...no more glasses!"

A few minutes of nervous chatter followed as we asked each other how the drive was, how wonderful the weather had been and how much we had all been looking forward towards meeting this evening. Danny had made his way to an office chair opposite Zeke and once he'd sat down, found his lap full of Donna, her small, petite form sitting casually on his right leg, legs sprawled to reveal what looked like a damp, dark spot in the crotch of her cut-off shorts. Zeke's hand found its way down my back, cupping an asscheek over my dress and then slowly, as I leaned into him, my hand rubbing his shoulder, his fingers began working my dress up in back until I could feel him kneading my fleshy butt.

Finally, Danny who appeared more nervous than I'd ever seen him, maybe because of the loving attention being paid by Donna said, "Well...um, what do you say we get moving, go out to dinner and get to know each other better?"

Zeke laughed and as his fingers began to move down the crack of my ass, heading between my inner thighs replied, "Oh hell, dude, lets just order pizza later! We came to fuck, not talk, how about you? Time's wasting and the weekend will be over before we know it!"

Danny's face reddened, partly from Donna's palm now rubbing his crotch and partly from...well, I wasn't sure. He looked troubled, almost aggravated, like he often did when things didn't go his way. ""Oh, well, yeah, we came to, um fuck too. But, uh, I guess we're used to going slow...um, I guess."

Zeke nodded and replied, "Oh yeah, I get you -- but gotta tell you, Danny, your wife is so fine, I might just have to fuck her on the dinner table and I'm betting my wife will be sucking your dick before we can get to the car." He turned and looked up at me and said, "What do you think we should do, Melissa?" just as his middle finger began rubbing vigorously against the gusset of my panties, pressing the sopping wet material into my quivering and burning pussy.

I let out a little moan and tried not to shiver as I said in an odd voice, "I'm horny, I think we should fuck or something!" and then clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle any more moans.

Donna giggled and then turned and kissed Danny as she wiggled around to straddle him, grinding her crotch against his. Zeke, in the meantime, worked his middle finger around the fabric of my panties and with practiced ease, slipped it into my hot, wet flesh. The knowing way he smiled up at me as he began to probe, sent delicious shivers through me and then he sort of crooked his finger inside my pussy and used the pressure to pull me down next to him, me sitting on his hand and then we were kissing passionately -- his thick mustache tickling as our tongues danced. I could feel my heart pounding and my mind was reeling. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I felt so turned on!

I surrendered myself to Zeke's strong kisses and his ever exploring finger inside me. I closed my eyes as we kissed, losing myself in the moment. I opened them as I cried out when a mini-orgasm rippled through me -- Zeke's finger dangerously close to my g-spot. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Donna and Danny were now on the other bed, making out. Donna's little top was gone and my husband was fondling her cupcake sized breasts while she stroked his semi-erect cock. Danny's eyes met mine and I saw both excitement and fear in them.

Then Zeke had my full attention again as he broke our kiss and guided me with his finger to stand up, this time on very shaky legs. I sighed unhappily as his finger slipped from between my clasping lips. Zeke put his finger up for us both to observe, covered and glistening with my juices. "Yeah, you're a fuck-hungry slut, aren't you, girl?" he said with a wry grin.

He reached up and brushed his finger against my mouth. I don't know why, but I immediately opened my lips and took his finger in and sucked my juices clean, my eyes never leaving his. Slowly, I slid my lips back and forth, sucking his finger like it was something else. I could see his nostrils flare as I sucked his digit and his eyes gleamed with lust. "Get this dress off -- I wanna see you naked, Melissa!" he said, an animal growl in his voice.

I couldn't help myself. I felt compelled to obey his command. I reached down and tugged the dress up and over my head, tossing it idly to the floor. My breasts heaved in their barely encased partial cup bra. I shivered as his eyes roamed hungrily over my nearly naked body -- heat and my juices staining the crotch of my panties. I gave a squeal of fright as his hand flashed out, lightening quick and tore my bra open, causing my breasts to tumble out in a rush of quivering flesh.

Zeke laughed and glanced over at Danny and Donna. My husband was tugging her shorts off while she lay on the bed watching us. "Look at these big titties, baby!" Zeke exclaimed, handling them roughly while I struggled to stay on my feet. The room seemed to be spinning about me as his hands dug into my flesh, somehow constantly rubbing his palm against my swollen nipples.

Zeke looked up at me and grinning evilly hissed, "I bet you love sucking cock!"

Now the truth is, I can take it or leave it, but I heard myself saying in a voice close to a moan, "I'd love sucking your cock, Zeke!" I could scarcely believe what I was saying, but knowing it was completely true. I wanted to hold this man's cock in my hand, take it into my mouth and most of all I had a terrible need to see this stranger look pleased. My mouth was literally watering as I sighed, "Please, may I suck your big cock?"

Out the corner of my eye, I think I caught Danny stopping in mid motion as he ran his hand over Donna's shaved pussy to turn and stare at me. I had meekly accepted the attentions of our earlier swing partners, but I never had spoken or sounded like I did at that moment. He looked stunned -- even upset before Donna's hand caressed his face and turned him back to the wet cunt inches from his face. Zeke regained my attention by simply growling, "On your knees, woman. Suck my big dick!"

I'd never been spoken like that before -- like I was some whore or piece of meat, but his words touched me like Danny's voice never had and I almost swooned with happiness as I quickly dropped to my knees. My hands rushed over his fly, unzipping him, undoing the button on his jeans and then as he lifted himself up, tugging the sweat-soaked denim off his legs to pool at his feet.

Zeke was going commando and as I tugged his jeans off, his cock popped up at full mast and the sight of it alone made me cream, cunt cream soaking my panties. He was beautiful! Long -- much longer than Danny and thicker too. The head was massive and purple and seemed to throb before my eyes before gently tapering to a huge and long shaft, veins standing out prominently. With a cry of pleasure, I pressed my face into his crotch, inhaling his scent -- perspiration, piss and sperm, tickling my cheeks with his wiry pubic hair and nuzzling his hairy balls, large sacs of baby juice.

Looking up into his eyes, I ran my tongue over his ball sack and then slowly up his long, long shaft before my lips rolled over his thick head and took him inside, my tongue rolling over and around the crown, tasting his fluids and for the first time in my life, truly loving what I was doing!

He grinned cruelly, flexing his hips just enough to push deeper into me and I struggled mightily to not choke. I wanted to be good for him. I sucked and used my tongue as I never had before, imagining myself to be one of those cocksucker artistes in the porn movies Danny and I would sometimes watch together. I took him deeper, gagging just a bit, but mastering myself. His heavy, very masculine scent made me wetter with each passing moment and I groaned when I brought my mouth back up to his throbbing cock head and tasted precum, my tongue swirling the viscous material around his slit and then licking it clean.

I spared a brief glance at our spouses and was rewarded by the sight of my husband lying back on the bed, Donna stretched out beside him, enthusiastically sucking his cock while he fingered her wet pussy -- her short, shapely legs kicking helplessly like those of a baby being tickled. He was watching me -- eyes wide as if he'd never seen me before.

I returned to looking up at Zeke, trying to match facial expressions to certain little things -- memorizing the little licks and motions that made him groan and sigh his pleasure, as my mouth and tongue worked his cock. He sat up straighter, his hands coming up to tangle in my long hair and then he began to pump -- fucking my face with his cock while controlling my head's motion. "Yeah, that's my sweet Melissa," he hissed, slowly thrusting his long cock into my throat as I moaned approvingly.

Trickles of pussy juice flooded into my panties, making them so soaked I could feel drops of cum cream running down my thighs. Danny had never treated me so...so possessively. I'd never had so much cock in my mouth before. I could feel his head throbbing against the constricting flesh of my throat. I held back the impulse to choke and only half heard the cries of my husband as he came for Donna.

Zeke fucked my mouth for a long time, allowing me to become more comfortable with taking him deep, his filthy instructions pleasing me almost as much knowing I was making him happy. Suddenly I became aware of Donna, kneeling beside me, her hands stroking my skin, cupping my meaty tits, tugging and pinching my swollen nipples. I looked her way and she was smiling at me with her mouth closed -- a trickle of sperm splattered on her chin.

Her husband's pace increased and then I caught him by the cock head, my lips clamping down on it as I sensed the end was coming. My tongue swirled and flew over his swollen crown and I felt it GROW and then he snarled, "Take it, you sweet, cocksucking slut!" and he came! Omigod, how that man came. It was a flood of hot, salty spunk, more bitter than Danny's, but somehow better tasting than any I'd had before.

I swallowed once before Donna's hand stroked my face and I saw her shake her head and then in just an awe inspiring display of carnality open her mouth, dripping with my husband's sperm and garble, "Noooo. Kiss-share!" I moaned around a mouthful of throbbing cock, shivering with sinful delight at her suggestion as I continued to suck Zeke's cum spurting cock.

Then he was slipping from my lips, splattering his hot sperm across my face and chest one last time and then Donna was in my arms, her lips on mine and I tasted her tongue and my husband's seed and then I was crying into her mouth as I came totally unaided by anyone. Hot semen was pushed back and forth until Zeke's and Danny's flavors were combined -- tasting wonderful as we women swapped it back and forth.

When we finally broke our cum flavored kiss, we both began to swallow and then Donna had her mouth all over my tits, licking up blobs of cum between nibbling at my tits as I groaned and squirmed, feeling my juices spraying against my panties. Zeke had a big grin on his face and his cock remained hard, dripping with sperm and my spit. Danny sat on the edge of the other bed, mouth open in shock as Donna loved me up, turning only when Zeke crowed, "Motherfucker, but ain't your wife a hot slut!"

His words drew my gaze to him again and as Donna bit down on a nipple I held my arms out in supplication, part of me amazed to hear myself beg, "Please...I need to be fucked!"

Zeke's eyes widened with lusty greed and I suddenly found myself being hauled off the floor by his strong arms and flung down on the bed, bouncing on the mattress. Before I knew what was happening, Zeke had lifted my legs up and with one powerful hand, stripped my panties off, leaving my trimmed and soaked pussy exposed to one and all. Again, I held out my arms and pleaded, "Fuck me! I need it now!"

Zeke was now naked, his hard cock waving out in front of him as he climbed between my legs. One hand held my panties and he glanced over at my husband and said, "Damn, dude, you never said nothing about Melissa getting this fucking wet!" He then squeezed my wadded up panties and a warm trickle of my juices splattered down on my stomach and breasts.

Zeke moved on top of me, my pelvis involuntarily hunching upwards as I felt his cock slip over my spread labia, feeling his heft and weight and wanting it inside me more than anything I ever wanted before. He leaned in and kissed me, not caring about the streaks of his cum and Danny's on my face, his body sliding sweetly against mine, his hairy chest teasing and tickling my nipples that were so hard they actually hurt. We kissed long and hard as I hunched against him, feeling his cock so close, but never actually slipping into me.

I sobbed with need as he ended the kiss, his teeth gently tugging on my lower lip as he raised his head to look at me, his expression one of complete understanding that I was his. "You want my cock, bitch? Beg for it," he hissed softly.

"PLEASE!" I begged, undulating my body against his, my arms stroking his shoulders and arms while my legs scissoring behind his butt. "Fuck me, Zeke. Put that big dick in me and fuck me crazy," I sobbed. "PLEASE!" Part of me couldn't believe the words coming from me. I'd been aroused many times, but never in all my life had I felt such a need for sex...to be fucked...and to be fucked by a certain person. I felt as if I either had to have Zeke or simply die of need! "I'm your bitch slut whore, Zeke. Fuck me, use me, PLEASE!"

Zeke chuckled and raised his hips and then I was screaming as he slammed his cock home, thrusting deep into me, deeper than anyone before, deeper than I would have thought possible. The thick head of his penis spread my aroused flesh apart, burrowing deep into my cunt, touching virgin territory and making me cum harder than I had ever cum before.

I wrapped arms and legs tightly around Zeke, literally levitating off the bed, seeking to be more impaled on his cock, needing him, needing that fine chunk of cock, wanting to never let him go. My orgasm was almost supernatural, sweeping everything in existence into oblivion and leaving only glorious ecstasy in its place, a nuclear detonation of obscene pleasure, centering on my pussy and Zeke's cock. It was sexual perfection...or at least I thought so until he began to move!

My eyes snapped wide open and I gave a cry of dismay amidst the delicious pleasure of his cock slowly withdrawing from my clasping lips and then Zeke thrust forward again and went deeper in me, teaching me that my understanding of pleasure was only beginning. Each stroke of his long, hard cock brought me to a new level of orgasm and I quickly felt my voice go hoarse with the cries of a woman pleasured as never before.

One orgasm led to another with little or nothing in between -- my writhing body struggled vainly underneath Zeke's never relenting thrusts, his face set in a thunderous and almost frightful mask of determination as he would speed up and then slow down, oblivious to my own needs and focused on his own. As my ecstasy wore me down, overloading my nervous system, I found myself trying to push him off -- seeking a momentary respite from his hard, brutal fucking and not getting one. I was Zeke's, heart and soul and he was intent on giving me the fucking of my life.

As I moaned and sobbed underneath his endlessly thrusting cock, feeling myself being filled again and again, I suddenly understood the secret and almost indescribable pleasure of submission as I stopped struggling against Zeke's hard fuck and let myself go, enduring the erotic pleasure that more than bordered pain and simply began to cum my brains out. I was swept up in orgasmic pleasure and the world winnowed down to the torrents of pleasure exploding from my pussy brought on by the massive pillar of cock flesh battering me and I drifted semiconscious in ecstatic rapture until Zeke increased the force of his thrusts, fucking me without mercy and then driving as deep into me as his cock could go before his explosion of molten semen sent me into orgasmic hysterics, my screams going shrill and then silent as I came again and again and again.

Then I was again conscious of the world around me. I was crying, wiping my tear filled eyes, gasping for breath, the air in the room cool to my sweat covered body while Zeke lay beside me, his chest rising up and down like an overworked billow. My hand sought out his and I squeezed it hard as I stammered, "Oh god, I never...that was fucking incredible!" He rolled over, scooting up close to me, his still partially erect penis resting on my thigh as we kissed and he grinned proudly and said, "I always aim to please my women."

I shivered at his comment and its overtones of possession. At the height of our fucking, I would have given myself to him heart and soul and a part of me still yearned for him, aching to have Zeke inside me forever. I found myself a bit shocked at that -- almost sensing that I was betraying my husband. I broke the kiss and looked around for Danny and found him kneeling behind Donna who was urging him to fuck her harder.

He had a look of discomfort etched on his face as he continuously stared over at Zeke and me.

He worked like mad for several minutes with Donna coaching him on and then he half moaned and half sobbed, "Dammit" and fell back -- his cock half limp and while coated in her cunt cream, appeared bereft of his own spunk. A look of dismay and disappointment flashed across Donna's face and then she turned around and put herself into Danny's embrace, making soothing noises.

I heard her whisper, "It's okay, sweetie -- we've got all weekend. Just relax." She kissed him several times, her hand working at his cock, but getting little response. It hit me like a ton of bricks that he'd simply lost his erection and if I'd had the strength, I'd have gone to him...maybe. I was luxuriating in the closeness of Zeke and liked how it felt to be in his embrace.

Donna gave us several glances and finally a grin came to her face as she said, "You just watch me and your wife, Danny. I bet you'll like this!" She gave my husband one last kiss and slipped out of bed and hurried to us. Donna slipped between my legs spread all akimbo and glancing back at Danny began kissing her way up my sweaty thighs. I moaned loudly as her lips began brushing my slick inner thighs, already slick with my juices. Donna looked upwards at me, her dark brown eyes appearing just above my pubic bone and then she wantonly buried her face against my well fucked pussy.

I let out a soft, hoarse moan as I felt her stiffened tongue slip between my spread labia and then her soft lips were kissing and nuzzling my well fucked flesh, her nose brushing and pressing against my swollen clitoris. My body began to stiffen in reflexive pleasure, my worn nerve endings firing once again as this little woman began to hungrily eat my cunt.

I quickly found myself again on the precipice of orgasm as Donna expertly tongued my pussy, eating her own husband's load from my pulsating cunt, getting impossibly deep inside my flesh with that maddening tongue of hers. At the same time, I felt Zeke's cock begin to stiffen on my leg. Then as her soft lips closed around my clitoris, I began to cum and kept cumming as she hummed and sucked contentedly on my blood engorged nub.

Then the room was spinning and I along with it as I felt strong hands tug me around and for a brief merciful moment, Donna's lips vanished from my cunt. My legs were limp and hanging over an edge of the bed and then my sight was filled with a bald, sopping wet cunt and I opened my mouth to welcome Donna's pussy, my tongue spearing upwards between her thick labia to taste her sweet, strong juices. Then her maddening mouth was again clamped onto my pussy and I felt myself buck against her face.

I heard muffled voices, making out the words, "Fuck my bitch," and then above me a cock appeared, one I knew as well as anything -- Danny hard and as I lapped at Donna's sweet tasting cunt flesh, his cock thrust into her pussy and despite her legs muffling the noise, I heard her cry out with need.

Her cries were then replaced with my own as I felt a large, spongy object press against my quivering labia and then thrust forward and again, I was at the delicious mercy of Zeke's cock. As I screamed at the center of our little foursome fuckfest, I lapped away at Donna's cock filled cunt, pausing only to tongue my husband's cock as he thrust in and out of her. Her tongue was doing the same as her husband pounded me with his big dick, her tongue an insane tool, wet and soft, slathering over my clit and Zeke's shaft, never at rest, always in frantic and evil motion.

Then I heard Danny groan and Donna cry out in dismay and my husband's cock was twitching and I tasted semen on his shaft and felt a moment of embarrassment for him -- having cummed too soon for Donna. I gobbled at cunt cream and sperm until he withdrew, pausing to suck the head of his dick into my mouth, getting the last of his seed from his shrinking cock before I attacked her cunt ferociously, trying to match her enthusiasm lick for lick as I wobbled in and out of orgasm.

I lapped up a tongue full of semen and thrust it deep into Donna's twitching pussy, stirring it around before returning to tease and torture her huge clitoris while Zeke continued to steadily fuck me. My only respite came when I sent his wife into the throes of orgasm, causing her to temporarily halt her loving up of my cock stuffed cunt.

In the midst of an intense orgasm, Zeke abruptly pulled out and then as I heard him say, "Eat it, you cunt hungry slut," I felt his seed splatter against my quivering pussy flesh and instinctively realized that he was cumming on Donna's face. The image of the little bleach blonde's face dripping with her husband's cream and my hot juices simply spurred my orgasm higher and induced me to lick away at her sopping wet pussy with more enthusiasm.

Finally, exhausted and dizzy, we both clambered about on the now sweat soaked bed till we were facing each other and while we hugged, our arms quivering with effort, we kissed and licked each other's faces, strands of hair dripping with sweat, semen and cunt cream, until we were too tired to go on, simply gasping desperately for breath as our lips brushed back and forth.

Long minutes passed by as we all caught our breath, our menfolk watching us with eager and in Danny's case, awed and stunned eyes. Finally, Zeke proposed a break for supper. His suggestions to have some pizza delivered were over-ruled by Donna who stubbornly insisted that he and Danny go out and find us some Chinese takeout. Grudgingly, Zeke relented and he and Danny staggered into their clothes and with Donna and I obscenely spreading our legs as they looked, our arms entwined around each other, they hurried out the door.

We listened as Danny's car started up and left and then Donna looked at me with complete seriousness and said, "Is Danny okay? Am I doing something wrong?"

My eyes widened at her question, but I understood what she was saying. "I don't think so, sweetie. He's not been acting his usual self, but I doubt it's you." I reached out and stroked her stomach. "God, Donna. You're fucking hot. I doubt he's ever been with someone so...so, sexy!"

The bleached blonde woman grinned and leaned over and kissed me. "Yeah, well, so are you, Melissa," her hands finding their way down between my legs again. I reciprocated and for long minutes we fingered each other until we had another little mutual orgasm. We held each other as we kissed ourselves down from our bliss, the spell finally broken when she said in an uncertain voice. "Maybe we're coming on too strong and it's got Danny off his game."

I giggled and replied, "You guys really are a couple of fuck crazy horndogs!" I felt my face redden as I said it, scarcely able to believe I was talking like this. "I'm sure Danny will be alright. Maybe we both just need to give him some special attention."

Donna nodded and then slid off the bed and moved towards the bathroom, my eyes fixed on her tight ass swinging saucily from side to side. As she turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on her right ass cheek and felt my heart do a flip as I read the words or thought I read the words. I heard the tinkling of her peeing and when she came out, I was sitting up and said, "Can I see your tattoo again?"

Donna grinned and nodded and slowly spun around so I could read it again. In large, flowing script on a white banner crossing a red heart it said in dark blue ink, "Property of Zeke." Donna looked over her shoulder at me and grinned, wiggling her ass lewdly. "Do you like it, honey?" Donna purred.

I nodded slowly, unable to take my eyes off it, trying to process the feelings it created in me, beginning between my thighs and spreading throughout my body, making my heart beat faster and my nipples grow so hard, they hurt. "Oh...yeah, I do." I licked my lips and continued, "Was it your idea...or Zeke's?"

Donna turned again and came to me, sliding into bed on her stomach so I could have a bird's eye view. I reached out, barely realizing I was doing so and touched it with my hand. Donna turned her head and looked up at me, smiling as she answered my question. "Mine and his, I reckon. We met at a biker rally down in Kentucky and he fucked me all night long that first night."

Her eyes went a little distant and a wistful smile came over her face as she said, "One night with that wild man's cock and I knew I was his heart and soul and especially pussy and I told him so. He asked me if I meant it and when I said yes, he asked me to take his mark so the whole world would know." She sighed as I stroked her ass cheek, tracing the lines of the heart as she went on. "So, we went right away and got this tattoo -- his brand if you will and been together ever since."

"And you...consider yourself his property?" I said softly, unable to take my eyes off the tattoo.

Donna giggled and said, "Yeah, I know, betraying the female code and all, but yeah, I'm Zeke's to do with whatever the fuck he wants. I guess part of me likes being submissive to him, obeying his commands. There's something in his voice..." She shivered and I smelled a faint, but fresh waft of cunt in the air and knew she was aroused just talking about it. More amazing to me was that I completely understood what she was saying -- I knew that if Zeke were to command me to do anything, I would do it completely without reservation.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Your husband has something special that just makes you want to..." We looked at each other in complete shared understanding and in unison said, "Please him." We stared at each other in silence, feeling something grow between us -- what it was, I wasn't sure, an understanding that we were kindred, perhaps like sisters in a way. Donna moved to a sitting position and then we were kissing again, filled with lust and something more -- our tongues courting with a hungry passion.

Before we could follow that to its obvious conclusion, the guys returned, loaded down with Chinese takeout and the sudden smell of all that fresh food jarred us both from our passionate embrace and once our husbands stripped off their clothes, we all dug into the feast.

As we ate, we talked and got better acquainted. Danny and I described our all-American upbringing in a small Indiana town and Donna described how she fled a little Tennessee backwater when she was sixteen only to meet Zeke a couple of years later at a biker rally. Zeke stole the show however as he described life running with a honest to god motorcycle gang since he was fifteen after his family moved from Kentucky to Detroit. He told us stories of riding the entire length of I-75 and of fights with other gangs and even with some of his own, my eyes flickering to his lean, wiry body and finding the truth of his words in scars along the way. Danny listed raptly, but with each story, he looked a little more panicky.

Zeke talked about how he left the life as his gang moved headlong into the Meth trade as it became the drug of choice in many parts of the nation. "It's one thing, we deal that shit to each other -- getting amped to make a long distance run, but fuck that shit selling it to civilians, especially kids." Zeke murmured, the anger still evident in his voice. "I took two slugs in making my goodbyes and gave better than I got. We'all reached an understanding afterwards that they don't fuck with me and I don't fuck with them."

Damned if the dead serious way he said that didn't make me all wet again. As bad as I wanted to move from beside my husband and offer myself to Zeke, though, I didn't, instead I reached into Danny's crotch and began to stroke his flaccid peter. "I need some cock, baby," I cooed to my husband.

I glanced over at the other couple and caught a wink from Donna as she started doing the same to her husband. It wound up taking Danny a little longer than Zeke to get it back up, but before long, Donna and I were both going down on our husbands' stiff dicks and then squealing with delight as they mounted us.

I was on my hands and knees on one bed with Danny fucking me from behind. This allowed us to watch Zeke and Donna -- his larger body seeming almost to cover her tiny frame as they fucked in the missionary position, his huge cock spearing her again and again, making her squirm and squall as he fucked her brutally.

The bleach blonde was the first to cum and when she did orgasm it was like a nuclear explosion as she jittered and convulsed while Zeke pounded her pussy with his long, thick dick. Finally, she gave one last shrill scream of pleasure and collapsed lifelessly onto the bed, apparently fucked into unconsciousness! The sight of Zeke slowly pulling his thick meat from her still clasping cunt lips was enough to send me to the edge as Danny thrust into me again and again.

Then Zeke climbed off the bed, his cock still incredibly hard and long, dripping with Donna's pussy juices and suddenly pointed at me and I felt my cunt tighten around my husband's cock as I realized Zeke still hadn't cum.

Zeke walked slowly towards me, an evil grin on his face and I suddenly realized I was about to please two men at once for the first time in my life. Danny groaned as I felt myself contract around his cock again in anticipation. I heard myself making lewd moaning noises as I opened my mouth wide, thanking God for what I was about to receive.

I felt a mini-orgasm ripple through my body as Zeke's cunt-slicked cock slipped past my lips and I could taste Donna's sweet pussy on him. With new found expertise, I took his cock deep, his long shaft sliding into my mouth until my lips were nuzzling his pubic hairs. I sucked and bobbed my head, loudly and wetly sucking him off like the cock crazy slut I suddenly found myself being. As I thrust back at my husband, aching to feel him go deeper into my womb like I knew Zeke could, I sucked Zeke's cock hungrily.

I heard Zeke rumbling compliments to my husband. "Goddamn it, man, but your bitch can suck cock! You're one lucky bastard, Danny to have this hot whore waiting for you at home every fucking day!" As he spoke, he wrapped his hands in my hair and began fucking my face -- almost raping me with violent thrusts and making me aroused beyond anything I'd ever imagined.

I let myself go -- unleashing the inner slut I never suspected was in me. I moaned and quivered on the bed, anxiously meeting Danny's thrusts and sucking Zeke like my life depended on it, feeling the big orgasm grow inside me, born of two men having their way with me. Then, almost on the edge of an immense cum, feeling my pussy flood with my hot cream, bathing my husband's cock in fiery cunt juice, I suddenly felt it...Danny again lost his erection, shrinking inside me with greater speed than I would have thought possible and then slipping from me, escaping my hungry labia.

I sobbed with frustration around cock filled lips, needing to be fucked, needing to cum. I felt Danny fall away from me and felt anger and lust and sheer primal need. I let Zeke slip from my lips and sobbed, "Please fuck me, Zeke. I need to cum!"

Zeke gave me a smile and a nod and then in a voice that held promise all on its own replied, "I'd be proud to, you cock hungry slut!" Before I could move, his hands reached out and he literally lifted and spun me around so that I was on my knees, my head on the mattress so that I resembled nothing more than a bitch dog in heat offering herself up to the pack leader.

I was now facing my husband, his eyes wide and his limp cock dangling between his thighs, covered in my juices. Then it was my eyes going wide as I felt Zeke's hard cock pushing mercilessly between my quivering labia and ramming deep into my womb! I crooned with pleasure as my yearning to be filled was now being fulfilled. Zeke slid deep into me, spreading my cunt walls and filling me with cock meat.

Zeke fucked me hard and fast, sparing me nothing, but rather giving it to me as brutally as he had fucked his wife and I fucking loved it! My lost orgasm returned and it returned with a vengeance and my hands clawed rips in the sheets as I screamed in sheer bestial pleasure as I was fucked. Despite my lust blurred vision, I could see Danny clearly, his face slack in amazement and horror as he watched another man fuck his wife and do it better than he ever had.

Zeke grabbed a handful of my hair, twisting it into a rein with which he used to spur me on -- urging me to thrust back hard or for leverage as he slammed his cock into me again and again. I began to rant and cry in the throes of my orgasm, scarcely recognizing the wanton slut screaming for all to hear.

"YES, FUCK YESSSSS! FUCK ME, BABY, FUCK ME ZEKE, GIVE ME THAT GOOOOD HARD COCKKKKK I NEED. GODDAMN, LOVE IT, LOVE YOUR BIG THICK LONG DICK -- FUCK ME, ZEKE, FUCK ME AND GIVE MOMMA WHAT SHE WANTS...FUCK ME AND GIVE ME WHAT I NEED...WHAT I'VE ALWAYS NEEDED! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MEEEEEE!"

And then I was reduced to wordless screams and then I was gone as I felt Zeke go as deep as he could, his hands tilting my ass cheeks and spreading them wide so he could press a fraction of an inch deeper inside me and then he was cumming -- his hot seed bathing the flesh of my cunt and I was in the throes of an orgasm the likes I'd never experienced. I felt the sharp pain of my hair being pulled back, making me press against my new lover's body, feeling his free hand reaching around and pinching my blood swollen nipple so hard I thought I might pass out except that the pain mixed with my ever escalating pleasure to create something even sweeter and more intense.

I was sobbing and crying and then I felt something missing and wailed as I realized Zeke had pulled his wonderful cock from my body. I wanted to reach out and keep him inside me, but suddenly, nothing in my body seemed to work right -- my limbs were useless to me. I felt the mattress sag beside my head and then I felt my head being raised by my hair and the pain it caused was ignored because there was Zeke's cock before me and I opened my mouth and it was in me, tasting of semen and pussy...my pussy and I licked and sucked until it was clean, still mostly erect to my amazement.

Then it was gone and I whimpered and heard a yawn and then as my hair was released and my head hit the mattress again, Zeke said, "Yessir, dude, you are one lucky son of a bitch to have a nasty slut like Melissa as your wife."

Through bleary eyes, I saw my husband, near panic etched on his face, nod in agreement. Then as I ran my tongue around my lips, searching out and scooping up any last remnants of Zeke's seed, I found myself drifting off into the sleep of the very well fucked...​