My Grawn Up Bride

My little wife is such a big girl now. She wasn't a couple weeks ago. We have been married two years, almost, with her just out of highschool. There was a bit of flack from her family, most old aunts thinking I must have knocked her up, but that had died down now with no baby and both of us still happy with each other. Besides, we had moved to another town and had little contact with the family. I was almost ten years older and when the ages are 18 and 28, thats quite a spread, not so much in the years themselves, but in life experiences. Grizzled old vereran and virginal young debutante.

A lot of the little town attitudes went with us to the city. Karen was the romantic who very much liked the idea of being 'in love' and while I did too, I found it actually cramped our personal life. To illustrate, Karen didn't like to call it fuck, we made love. Pussy was OK, but not cunt. That sort of thing. Not a big thing, and I could live with it, but it just indicated a rigidity of upbringing that I found a bit stifling. I really did love her, but I had been around a bit and didn't want to be strangled.

Another little point between us was our social life. I had had a raucous young life but now was focused on building my business. I had little time to think about leisure, thinking it was now my sole chore to provide a secure future for my bride. She cared less about that and wanted the partying that I had wanted at the same age. I took her out often enough, but it wasn't with the crowd that I had hung out with in younger years. I couldn't see straight-laced little Karen at one of those parties. Besides, those friends had all been left behind, along with the life. And then I found that the life was everywhere.

We belonged to a tennis club because we both played well enough, and besides it seemed a good networking place for my business. Quite a few more influencial types belonged there and I couldn't see it hurting. Aside from those were a core of real players who also liked to party hard and it was to these that Karen was attracted. Some were no more than her age but most with a lot more experience. No problem, I rather enjoyed the life too, and I could see exposure could only help Karen grow. It was just good fun that hadn't harmed me, right? So it was that we were invited to a party after a tourament one weekend. It was at the home of a thirty-some couple who hung with the young crowd, and these parties were often talked about long after the event. More sly whispers than talk, actually. So I knew that Karen might be a bit over her head, but how else do you learn to swim?

So here we were, laughing, dancing, drinking with these beautiflul people. Karen was having the time of her life, having lots of attention poured her way. Attitudes were easy, a lot of fondling, a stolen kiss or two, close dancing, a few ribald jokes,a good party. Karen at one point indicated with a nod a couple kissing in a corner. More that kissing, really, openly necking, and seeming to be getting more urgent as they went. AS we watched they quietly slipped arounnd a corner and out of sight. It was our hostess, but not with our host but the winner of the day's tournament. When Karen angled me over to peek around the corner where they had ducked, we saw only a hall and some doors.

"Still game for a grown-up party?" I teased. She thought a bit, and nodded.
"Its so fun. I know sometimes this happens because I hear the girls talk about it. But don't worry, I won't do it to you"
"Don't be to sure, munchkin. I happen to know Stan is ogling you and he is your type. I bet if he got his hooks into you he would have you making love within minutes."

Karen's eyebrows shot up in a classic innocent stare. "I wouldn't let anyone else make love to me. You're the only man I've been with and its going to stay that way"
"Well, sweetheart, lets make a deal then. Only with me do you make love. If anyone else scores, they only get fucked..Deal?" I got a poke in the ribs for that, and we went to watch a group trying to limbo. We both noticed the crowd was a biit thinner than it had been, but the ones remaining were having a good time. I nudged Karen to indicate Stan, our host, watching us. Stan was over thirty, but had the Omar Sharif look that has no age, and I knew Karen loved Omar. When he saw he had been caught, he came over and handed Karen a new drink to replace the empty glass she was carrying. In the course of chatting, I remarked about his Omar look and how hot Karen was for Omar. Karen blushed red, but Stan laughed out loud and told her how he had had plastic surgery just to attract young , gorgeous girls like her.

"Do you remember the scene where Omar Sharif seduces the plantation owner's wife?" He asked Karen, holding her hands and gazing into her eyes. She nodded mutely, seeming to be hypnotized by this polished gentleman paying court to her. He circled her waist the way Omar had done, bent her back and planted a kiss on her lips. It was a minute before he released her enough for her to give me a panicy glance, but all she got from me was an approving smile.

"The scene isn't over, my pet", he crooned in his best Omar. He kissed and nibbled her ears, down her neck, and was working close to her cleavage. When Karen looked to me for help, she found me gone. It was maybe a mean thing to do, but I couldn't see any harm coming from it. Besides, I had been making eye contact with another girl who had been watching the performance, and now we had moved into a slow dance so we could watch Karen and Stan without cramping Stan's style. Sue knew Karen, and knew Stan's reputation with girls, so she knew the turmoil Karen was feeling, but she wasn't about to bale her out. Instead, she kissed me so that Karen could see. By this time, Stan had finished the scene as far as he could take it and was dancing with Karen to avoid letting her go. He was holding her close, almost nose to nose, and the flush was less panic and more , well, just flush.. We moved close, and when we were sure we werein her sight, we kissed again, but this time wide open, grinding lips and body together. When we moved on, we could see that the other couple were also kissing, if somewhat more chastely.

"You have a very lovely little wife", Stan said behind me. I was still holding Sue, but Karen had gone. "Karen has gone to the bathroom, and I am left alone. Do you mind when she comes back if I monopolize her a bit? I see you have your hands full."

I promised him I would not mind a bit. As He wandered away, Karen found my elbow. "Are you OK with things? Stan is getting a bit friendly, but so are you. Do you think things are getting out of hand?" I smiled gently and pulled her into a circle with Sue and I. I told her that the party was going the way parties go and welcomed her to the land of grownups.
"The only thing is, pet, that you must not make love to Stan. You can only fuck him, and I promise to only fuck Sue. Making love is for you and me. Are you OK with that?"

Karen nodded, then opened her eyes wide as it sunk in that she had just given her husband permission to fuck Sue. She had also consented to fuck Stan, and as that thought hit her, she gave a quick glance around to find him and was a bit relieved not to see him. "I don't know if I can stop him if he tries. He's very sexy, and I get so hot, "she giggled nervously, "I just had to duck out to the toilet to cool things down a bit and think. Do you know where he is? Maybe he's found another girl to fuck. Are you two really going to fuck? Its really a nice word, when you say it like that." She started when she felt hands sliding under her arms from behind, through her arm holes and capturing her breasts. "My thoughts excactly. Its just not right that a honey like you only fucks one man in her life. The more men you fuck, the happier the world will be, starting with me."

Karen sagged into him, feeling him rouse her nipples while her husband and friend watched. "Wish me luck, darling", she murmured as Stan led her away, around the same corner his wife had gone an hour before. We followed a disret distance behind. We both wanted to witness the union, but not be part of it. This was for Karen alone. Well, OK, Stan too, but for Karen it was a coming out. For Stan it was just a cumming in. We saw them check a couple rooms before ducking into a third and swinging the door closed behind them. Luckily, the door didn't close and swung open enough for us to silently slide in. It was the massive master bedroom and we found a little love seat facing away from the bed we could peek over and watch the festivities. We could have been a cheering section, I don't think the couple would have noticed us. Stan took Karen's hem and slowly pulled her little dress over her head. Finally she had to raise her arms in total surrender to let it slip free, and she was standing stark naked, her arms still in the air, in front of a man she had only met and who she was going to fuck. It was really a very triumphant pose, and I think her mood was just that, triumphant over herself. Stan begged her to hold the pose while he ripped off his own clothes, the dropped to his knees before her to kiss her all over her body, tummy, thighes, up to the breasts again, a flick of tongue into the bush, finally standing to pull her full length against his nakedness and fittling his boner between her legs, feeling the heat of her pussy and she feeling the hardness of his cock. She came then, just standing there rubbing on his cock. I think she was on the verge of cumming since the first kiss.

"I don't think foreplay is the order of the day, my little sexpot.." Stan smacked her bottom. "I think we both need a bit of penetration, and that quickly." He pushed her to the bed and as her knees folded and as she sat, he gathered her legs and hugged them to his body. The bed was so high he only had to bend his knees a bit to bring a very nice cock to pussy.."One thing I do insist on, though." he whispered, " I want you to guide me into you. I want to know you really want my cock in you and are willling to show me the way...ok?'" Two hand appeared between her legs and cradled his cock and did as they were bid. As the head entered we heard a little yelp as another orgasm ripped through her. Our view point was perfect to watch his cock slam into her, and we forgot our own lust as we watched the encounter build .

"OH, god , I love to fuck!! Oh, I want you to cum. .....Can the reader fill the rest? At this point I'm too busy helping Sue straddle me so she could ride my cock, facing me to watch the match on the bed. As Karen and then Stan's voices became even more urgent we found the left over evergy contagious, but we stayed in check until the main event shuddered to a standstill. Then Sue began cumming and I flipped her onto her back to properly pound into her. I got a bit of carpet burn on knees fighting for traction, but what a cum. Sue was a talented girl, and with the conquest of Karen still fresh and knowing she must now be aware of us, well , what can you say beyond, WOW1

When we could move we joined Karen and Stan on the huge bed and noticed other people filtering in as well. Karen was sprawled on a towel that had saved the bed from the cum, her legs still spread in total abandon, her heroic little pussy still pouty as if asking for more. She gave us a languid smile and reached out to pull my lips to hers.
"I kept my promise, darlling, but my god, fucking is almost like making love. Do you want to fuck me now? I'm so totally shameless, but I can't care right now. Hey, you know who I want to fuck? Gerry who won the tennis today. We saw him leaving with Stan's wife. I would love to fuck him right after her."
"Thats easily done," said a voice up at the headboard end. "I've been hoping for a turn. Nat always likes to watch Stan fuck a new girl, so she had me here before you got here even."

Gerry mover over her and would have gone down, but Karen grabbed his head and pulled him up. "Just not ready to do oral with all these puys watching," she whispered, "Just fuck me, I need more cock and you've been turning me on all day. My pussy is ready now, we can do foreplay another time when we're alone." And with that he was in her. It was neat, being right there close and seeing her lips part and this new cock make its way into her, all the way, then slowly withdraw as those same lips clung to it like they didn't want it to go. No fear there, as it plunged in again. The two fucked like that for many minutes, clutched tight, waiting as the feeling grew. Karen came first, then Gerry quickly after. In the afterglow, Karen was heard to whisper,"You know, you havent' even kissed me yet. Have you heard the one about the Ozark lovers? She says, 'kiss me, charlie, kiss me', and he says, 'hell no, you're my sister, I shouldn't even be fucking you.'"

That about wrapped up the evening. Most were pretty spent. I didn't bother describing all the action. didn't even notice most of it. Actually, a lot of people never took part in the orgy that Karen sparked. It seems that its a tradition that Nat fucks the winner, so it was unremarkable when she disappeared with Gerry. Its well known that Stan rarely goes without, so when folks saw him making a play for Karen, they knew he would do okay, and so would she.

Karen was asleep when we got home and I carried her from the car like a little girl. AS I laid her on our bed, I asked tenderly if she would like to make love. She smiled dreamily, and said, "When you let those two fuck me, it was like you were making love to me at the same time. I was loving you when you were fucking sue, too .But now let me sleep and dream big girl dreams."

My Swinging Sister

Carrie and I have had many fun and kinky encounters since the staff party where her boss who had been chasing her for months finally seduced her and showed her a new way of looking at life. I fucked the boss’s wife right beside her as we moved from young marital virgins to swingers hungry for more. Carrie’s best friend’s husband caught her eye, so she helped me seduce Sue so she could fuck Eric. Our life turned from Okay to sublime with one kiss of a clit. But our present fling is the kinkiest yet, and the most fun.

We have been swinging for over four years. We have made most of our contacts by simply seducing friends and work mates, but we also like to scan the swinger sites. We find that just going by the volume of ads, the number of sites, etc, that there must be a good percentage of the population involved or interested in swinging. This knowledge has made us a lot bolder in putting the make on couples who didn’t even know they were swingers until after we fucked them. But the best thing with web sites is locating partners in another town or even country if something else take us that way. We don’t mind a hotel, but we would rather share their master bedroom with some new friends.

So a month ago, when we were planning to visit my sister and her husband out on the coast, we contacted a really nice looking couple not far from their address, thinking it would be nice to have some diversion from the family and also give them a break from us. We wrote back and forth for a couple weeks before the trip, and it seemed that we were really in for a hot time. In fact, we even went a couple days early to fuck the new couple before we had to check in with my sister. We were really turned on by their pictures, and took extra hot ones of us to E-mail back to them.
We hadn’t been to the town before, but it was easy to find the address, and we knocked on the door randy and ready. The guy who opened in was my brother-in-law.

“Hey!!, Wow!!, you guys are a couple days early!! Come in, come in. I’ll call Mary. Hey Mary, your brother is here.”
Mary came bustling in, dressed in just a bathrobe. WE hugged all around, then it dawned on me.
“Are you expecting company? Someone who’s handle is hotpussy? We came to meet firemaiden.”
Mary gasped, “I’m firemaiden.”

I stared along with the rest. “You have great tits, sister firemaiden.” Then all four of us broke up with the absurdity of the situation. If just one of us had sent a pic without the face blurred it wouldn’t have happened. Mary saucily opened her robe to show us the lacy thing she had intended to greet her new lover in, then left to put on something more modest. So instead of a couple days of wild sex before a week with relatives, we had nine days with relatives.
It wasn’t going to be bad, though. We had lots to talk about. All four had always got on well and the day went well. We might have made it, except a name was mentioned of a couple who had moved to town recently and Mary and Al had met them. They had come from our area, and it turned out to be swinging friends of ours. It was Sue and Eric. Carrie had helped me seduce Sue when they worked together, and Eric was easy after that.

“So you are fucking Sue,” Carrie teased Al. “That’s good. Its takes a lot of man to handle Sue. Sam had a weekend with her once and he couldn’t touch me until Tuesday.”
“That would be Sue, all right.” Al acknowledged, “And I imagine you and Mary can share many good stories about Eric.”
The conversation ebbed and flowed. It was never far from sex, because that was a favourite topic for all of us. But we all knew it might be easier if the talk didn’t get too ripe. We went out to dinner, but didn’t go for drinks. I think Mary didn’t want anyone to get too playful, so it was still early when we got back to the house. Carrie was dressed to kill. She had hoped to give a good first impression to a guy she was going to fuck, and Al could be excused if he was a bit blown away watching her ass doing things with her pants. When he mentioned how hot she looked, it was almost reflex that she struck a pose for him, and it was almost reflex for him to reach out and run a hand down her bum and squeeze a thigh.

“Can I think about you when I’m fucking Mary tonight? It wont be the same though. Damn, I sure was hot for your sweet little body.”
“If it comes to that, I was hot for you. That looks like a really fun cock.” Carrie held the hand that still gripped her thigh, “It feels like you’re still hot for me. After the pics we made just for you, you fucking better be.”

Al slid his hand back up her ass and found her bare back, “I hope you’re still hot for me, too. Even if we can’t fuck, we can dream.”
“Now you two settle down.” Mary smiled, “Sam and I were just as hot for each other as either of you.”
“Just thinking out loud, “Al mused. “We both smudged our faces for the pictures. Couldn’t you put on masks and fuck anyway?”
“Nice try, husband, but I think we would know.”

Al had to agree, but he was slow to take his hand off Carrie, and she made no move to speed him up. When we sat down, they sat together on the couch, and Al pulled one of her knees over his and slowly kneaded her knee and lower thigh. After a few minutes when thing seemed to have settled down, Mary went to make a pot of coffee. She was bustling in the kitchen and it sounded like she was throwing together some snacks, so I went in to give her a hand. We found some bickies, poured the coffee and returned to our spouses, still talking on the couch.

Not exactly talking, though. Carrie was moaning, her breast in Al’s mouth, and both hands pulling him tighter. Mary stopped and said nothing. I took the tray from her and quietly set it on a sideboard as we both watched the hot couple on the couch. Now they were kissing, Al still kneading a breast, and as we watched Carrie straddled his lap so he could have both tits while she groped his pants. I think the only person hotter than either of them was me, just watching.

I pulled Mary back to the kitchen to regroup. We could still hear Carrie making sex sounds, and knew it would be painful to put a stop to their sport. Mary shifted her gaze nervously between my face and the bulge in my pants. I watched her moisten her lips with her tongue and realized how dry mine were. I put my arms around her and pulled her close.
“You really do have a fabulous body, sis,” I ground her tits into my chest. Mary stiffened, but made no resistance. “How many men have you fucked?”
Mary giggled, “Lots and lots. I don’t know, maybe fifty. How many girls have you fucked?”
“About the same, I guess. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done? Have you had a gang bang?”
“Of course. A gang bang is over-rated, but a girl has to try it, doesn’t she? How about you? What have you done that is over the edge?”
“I fucked a young girl just a month short of her thirteenth birthday. I still fuck her now she’s sixteen. Carrie and her get it on too.”

Mary had turned to face me, her eyes and mouth open in astonishment. I smiled down at her, “Makes you and me fucking seem, well, not so kinky, doesn’t it?”
Mary didn’t say anything, but continued to look into my face as I slid my hands under her top and found her breasts. Her mouth opened to say something, but closed and her eyes closed too as I played with her nipples. She started when she felt my lips brush hers, then she kissed me back.
“And you know, sis, you did say in the e-mail you couldn’t wait to get my cock in you and make me cum like I’ve never cum before.”
“Ooooh, I did say that, didn’t I? Do you think that’s the way it will work?”

I led Mary back to the others, but they had moved to the bedroom. I started that way, but Mary held back, so I took her to the overstuffed couch our spouses had warmed up for us. I pulled my sister onto my lap like Carrie had straddled Al, and we kissed wildly as I fondled her tits and she groped for my boner. We paused to rip our tops off, and sis took a moment to show off her big tits to me, at least double petite little Carrie. Then we stood and she watched silently as I let my pants fall and released my raging hard-on. I waved it at her in a playfully threatening manner. Then she stood and did the same for me, flashing the shaved pussy that I had been so taken with in our correspondence.
We stood just for a moment looking at each other.
“Did you really fuck a twelve year old with that monster?”
“She was almost thirteen, and I didn’t use all of it at first”
“Am I going to get it all?’
“Can you handle it?”

Mary grasped my cock and, sitting on the edge of the couch, drew me to her until I was kneeling between her knees. My cock touched her labia and rubbed up and down, then my sister rocked her pelvis up and captured me, and we came together with a wonderfully warm, wet, tight, squish. I was as hot as I had ever been. Al was making wild noises of cumming down the hall, and Carrie was also in full chorus. I murmured to Mary that I might be a bit quick, and she said, “OH, good.”

Then I was fucking into the goddess I had come to fuck and she was grooving on the cock she had been wanting for weeks. But I never let go of the delicious knowledge that I was fucking my sister who I had often peeked at when we were growing up, but had never taken beyond a few sneak feels. My little vixen sister had to be doing the same thing. As she climbed the ladder she kept calling me Vee, her childhood name for me. Then my sister was getting my cum in big squirts, ramming her tongue into my mouth each time I rammed her cunt, and when I was so high I could only tremble as I pressed the bottom of her pussy, she sucked my tongue wildly like she was trying to get more cum that way. “OOOoooh!! Yeeesssss, Al!!!” echoed down the hall, and even in our own ecstasy we chuckled, and I could feel her chuckle in her cunt, and she got a few more strokes as a reward. Then she wouldn’t let me stop as the plateau she was on began building to another peak. Even as I pumped into her I managed to get her laying on the couch and I had the added pleasure of feeling her legs around me. We fucked for a quarter hour or more, sometimes resting between her cums, then taking it up again. I think we were both reluctant to end it in case it didn’t start again. Then I was tingling again and the world went mad, the world at that point being my cock and my sister Mary’s cunt, a duet rising to a final crescendo before the final baton dropped and there was only breathless silence and peace in the auditorium.

A gentle hand rubbed my comatose back. “I’m glad you guys aren’t mad at us for fucking. We were just too horny.” There was a nasty little giggle, “I should have known a letch who fucked a twelve year old couldn’t keep his cock out of a hot tamale like Mary.”
“I’m glad we have eight more days. I’m not through with this stud bunny,” Mary’s voice was muffled by her own hair. I lifted off her slowly, letting her husband and my wife watch as my half-mast cock slowly pulled free of Mary’s dripping pussy.
“I’m so happy to hear that. I was afraid that once the tension was gone you might rethink and call it too kinky to do again. But if you do now I’ll just rape you and say you asked for it......And I have witnesses who will hold you for me.”
“Asshole brother!!, Me needing to be held for a stiff prick? Me, the hot bimbo who tricked Al into bed with a friend so I could fuck her husband? Its you who are going to get raped.”
“I made it pretty easy to be tricked,” Al protested, “Did you really fuck a twelve year old?”
“Actually, a twelve year old fucked me.”

And so on. The evening just got mellower. We fucked again soon, Carrie applauding as Mary lowered her pussy onto my cock, then fending off Al so they could watch us bring each other to climax, then in our quiet time we watched then invent new ways to pleasure each other. The following day when I was fucking Mary we were vaguely aware the lights were a bit bright, but later we were treated to a good video of me pounding into Mary doggie, her huge tits threatening to do damage to both themselves and her face as they reacted to my thrusts. We fucked at least once a day for the rest of the long week. In the end, two boys were weak. The rental car hadn’t been driven more than a couple times in nine days, but it was worth it not to have to make the long drive home.

Will we do it again?. Damn right. It would be easy to say no now, but not realistic. We like each other as siblings, so we will see each other, and even now I get hot thinking about her.