Swap Meets (Volume 2): A 13 Book Excite Spice Hotwife Erotica MEGA Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  "The bedroom," she hissed. "Please!"

  They staggered down the hallway to the bedroom, fondling and groping and kissing. Michael removed his slacks and shirt, and stood naked in the middle of the room, stroking his glistening, bloated organ. Bonnie's heart surged, watching him.

  "On your knees, sluts."

  Bonnie started to take off her jeans, but Michael grabbed her arm.

  "I didn't tell you to do that. Get on your fucking knees."

  He forced Bonnie to the floor, and Michelle followed.

  "Suck it, you whores."

  Feeling whorish indeed, Bonnie parted her lips and took Michael's cock in her mouth. Michelle pressed her face close and sucked his balls. Bonnie discovered the nearness of Michelle's mouth and face to her own was horribly erotic, and she cupped Michelle's cheek for a moment as she suckled Michael's knob. With his cock between them, Bonnie kissed Michelle's lips, their tongues dancing together on the throbbing pole and coating it with dribbling trails. Michael moaned, holding their heads.

  "Titty-fuck her, Michael," Michelle whispered. "God, I wanna see that."

  Bonnie leaned forward and enveloped Michael's shaft between her breasts, and Michael pumped his hips, panting loudly. His oozing lubricant quickly slicked her deep cleavage, making his thrusting easier. Michelle spit on the shaft, and the slipperiness increased. Michelle squeezed Bonnie's tits more firmly together, and Michael growled gutturally, hips humping.

  "Nice," he whispered, eyes closed. "I like that."

  Emboldened, Bonnie dipped her head and lipped his knob, tasting the sweet-salty flavor of his pre-cum. Michelle fondled his balls and thumbed Bonnie's nipples, and Bonnie moaned.

  "Fucking sluts," Michael groaned.

  Experiencing a self-confidence that was dangerously exciting, Bonnie slid her hands up the back of his legs and cupped his buttocks, discovering his anus and probing, and Michael's thrusting intensified.

  "Oh Jee-zusss," he hissed.

  Michelle pushed her face between them and licked Bonnie's tits for a moment, head buffeted by Michael's movements, and then kissed Bonnie deeply on the mouth. Bonnie moaned, pleasure surging into her groin. She wanted terribly to be completely naked and raw, and have Michael's big cock inside her moist, hot cunt. She watched as Michelle reached between his legs and pressed a finger against his taint. Michael stiffened, inhaling sharply.

  "Are you getting ready to cum, Michael?" Michelle asked, drawing back.

  "Yesssss..."

  "Suck my husband's cock, you slutty cooze," Michelle breathed.

  With an inarticulate groan, Bonnie put her mouth on Michael and took him deep, the hot pole throbbing against her lips. She jacked him, and Michael grunted, grasping her head and thrusting. She felt his asscheeks flex, and Michael abruptly exploded with a drawn-out groan, the first powerful spurt striking the back of Bonnie's throat and gagging her. He spurted again, the hot jets quickly overflowing past her lips and down her chin as she wetly swirled his semen. Moaning loudly, Michelle yanked Bonnie's head back and kissed her hungrily, licking the cream out of Bonnie's mouth like a custard-filled pastry. Michelle then drew back, smacking her lips, while Bonnie gasped for a breath, her bosom heaving.

  "That was awesome, girls," Michael breathed, and dropped to his knees.

  "Wow," Bonnie whispered, loins afire. She had never done anything quite like this before.

  The two women stood up and quickly undressed each other, their movements frantic and excited as they fondled and caressed. Michelle pushed Bonnie onto the bed and straddled her head, and Bonnie stared up at her, heart pounding and gasping for breath, watching as the younger woman worried her clitty above the beautifully shaven cleft. Michelle's spine suddenly stiffened and she inhaled sharply -- her labia quivered powerfully, and a juicy stream squirted forth, drenching Bonnie's face. Michelle cried out, frigged, and exploded again.

  "Oh my," Bonnie breathed, blowing bubbles in her nostrils.

  "Eat my pussy, bitch," Michelle panted, and dropped her dripping beaver on Bonnie's upturned face.

  Hot flesh and wetness slathered Bonnie's cheeks. She buried her nose deep, trapped between Michelle's firm lithe thighs, her mouth entombed in a pit of hot desire. She dug her tongue into Michelle's glistening folks, found the bulging bit of gristle, and chewed.

  "Fuck yeah!" Michelle cried, undulating lewdly.

  Mindlessly, Bonnie grasped Michelle's hips and held her in place, ravaging the pulsing fuckhole, overcome by her own arousal and the uncontrollable emotions ripping her apart. Her own empty cooze begged for fulfillment, and she released a hip and slid her hand down her belly. Michelle grabbed her arm and held her still, and suddenly Bonnie felt strong hands grasp her thighs, spread them, and then Michael assaulted her pussy with his tongue, jerking a muffled cry of pleasure from her throat.

  Bonnie's thoughts whirled foolishly as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Michael's tongue lashing her folds and her own tongue lashing Michelle's pussy was simply too much to fathom. Michael's fingers spread her lips and pushed inside, finding her clitty and roughly stroking it, and a wave of desire flooded her pumping loins. She could hear Michelle's continuous moans as the smaller woman writhed above her, and she could hear and feel Michael's excited lapping between her legs, and her brain began swimming like minnows in a bucket. The thought of giving so much pleasure, and receiving it in turn, was simply overpowering, and her excited body responded accordingly. Her pussy flexed, her muscles trembled, and she exploded with cooch-muzzled howl of release. Above her, Michelle stiffened and then wailed at the ceiling, flooding Bonnie's open mouth with juice. Michael continued to task Bonnie's nub, and Bonnie exploded again, her climactic shriek of pleasure this time uncontained.

  And then Michelle rolled off of her, chest heaving.

  "Get the dildo, Michael," Michelle gasped.

  Dazedly, Bonnie watched Michael pull the strap-on from the nightstand drawer, the long, thick piece of silicone rigid and upright. She expected Michael to put it on, but he handed it to Michelle and helped her with the harness, his own cock now hard again and throbbing. He squeezed lube from a bottle and applied it to the dildo, and then they both stared at Bonnie expectantly.

  "Get on top of me, Bonnie," Michelle said softly. "On your hands and knees."

  Heart beating hard with anticipation, Bonnie positioned herself above Michelle's tiny frame while Michelle grasped the fake cock and rubbed it gently on Bonnie's pussy. Bonnie felt her labia pucker, and she rocked reflexively, uttering little gasps of expectancy.

  "Guide me," Michelle whispered urgently.

  Bonnie reached between them and positioned the spongy knob against her portal. Michelle thrust, and greased with juice and lube, the pole penetrated Bonnie easily and quickly, her cunt flowering wide and receiving it.

  "Eeeeeee," Bonnie keened.

  Michelle grasped her hips and thrust again, Bonnie's cunt squelching abruptly and loudly. She felt Michael's face pressing between her asscheeks and the first slick probings of his tongue. He licked her crack before settling on her anus, and she felt his drool dribble toward her cunt, the sensation completely and viscerally naughty. Her mind whirled again, and she had a hard time remaining on her hands and knees. Her pelvis slipped lower, and Michelle sank the dildo deeper in her womb. Bonnie gasped, her hips thrusting. Michael slipped a finger into her anus, and Bonnie cried out, a bolt of pleasure bursting through her.

  The two women stared at each other. Michelle's lips were parted and her eyes were hooded, and Bonnie wondered what her own expression looked like. She felt feverish and wanton as the appendages stroked her holes. She watched Michelle reach out and grasp her dangling breasts, and then suck one into her mouth. The sight so aroused Bonnie that a mini-orgasm rippled through her loins, her body breaking out into gooseflesh.

  "Eeeeeee," she softly keened again.

  "I think she's ready, Michael," Michelle murmured, and Bonnie heard the bedsprings squeak as Michael withdrew his finger and repositione
d himself behind her. A second later, she felt the bloated firmness of his knob as he rubbed it gently but firmly on her anus. Bonnie stiffened, and adrenaline surged through her limbs.

  "What're you doing?" she exclaimed

  Michelle hummed soothingly and touched her face. "Giving you so much pleasure you won't be able to stand it."

  "No," Bonnie said, squirming. "It's nasty!"

  She felt Michael lecherously caressing her trembling rump, and tried to roll away. Michelle grabbed her hips, held her in place, and thrust the dildo deep. Despite her fear, Bonnie's cunt vibrated deliciously, and sweat broke out on her face.

  "Michael, please," she murmured.

  Michael continued rubbing his cock knob on her anus, dripping pre-cum on the tightly flexing hole. Bonnie wiggled despairingly, outraged by her friends' behavior. Michelle thrust again, and Bonnie's pussy squelched like a fat, ripe peach, driving a spear of pleasure into her guts. She heard Michael slathering his tool with the lube he had used on the dildo, the stroking sounds loud and squishy. She remembered how Michelle had looked the other day, her ass filled with Michael's organ, and her heart pounded and her breathing turned erratic. This was going to happen, and she tried to open her mind to the inevitable.

  "Please," she pleaded. "Don't hurt me."

  Michael pushed forward with a grunt. Bonnie's anus winked open, accepted the knob's penetration, and engulfed it. Bonnie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped open.

  "Oh me," Bonnie breathed. "Oh my."

  "Easy," Michelle said, as much to Bonnie as to Michael. She lay passive, allowing Bonnie to accommodate Michael's initial entry and watching the expressions change on Bonnie's sweaty face.

  "Fuucckkkk," Michael breathed, pushing forward another inch. "That's tiightttt."

  "Oh my," Bonnie murmured, pushing against him.

  The hardness stretching her rectum and the mounting pressure in her bowels was curiously new and different, not yet pleasant, but getting there. She wriggled her bottom and pressed backward, feeling another inch or so slid inside. She was grateful that Michael was taking his time and allowing her body to adjust to this backdoor invasion. She felt perversely violated and incredibly dirty -- and totally aroused by the twin emotions. She hissed like a snake, the thick male member stretching her dank bunghole and filling her twisted guts, the dildo's silicone girth filling her spasming cunt. Michelle began thrusting slowly, sinking Michael deeper, and a shocking bolt of pleasure speared deeply through Bonnie's groin.

  "Stop," she gasped, and her partners immediately ceased their movements. "Oh Jesus."

  "Are you okay?" Michelle said, panting.

  "Ooooo yessss," Bonnie crooned.

  Salacious sensations attacked her crotch, along with a wanton, carnal knowledge. She wished she could see herself like she could at home, picturing how she must look so completely disemboweled and impaled. The pleasure she was experiencing was now totally and intensely satisfying, and she shuddered with mounting joy. Michelle leaned up and kissed her softly on the mouth, and Bonnie moaned gutturally in the back of her throat. Sweat streamed down her body as her muscles strained with the effort of holding herself in place. She could feel the dildo now rubbing against Michael's cock through the membrane of flesh that separated them, and she abruptly sucked in her breath and wailed from the sheer force of her arousal.

  "Fuck meee!" she cried. "Oh God fuck me harddd!"

  Michelle began fucking her with slow, purposeful thrusts, driving the dildo deep. Michael took her from behind, grasping her ass for leverage, and rocking her body. Bonnie's sweaty bottom ground moistly against Michael's groin, moving his pole brazenly in excitingly new and different ways. She opened her eyes and stared at Michelle. The younger woman's face wore an expression of intense concentration as she humped the dildo in and out, driving her hips furiously. Michael grunted, sinking his cock deep, Bonnie's violated rectum making warm wet sucking sounds around his poling meat. And when he suddenly spanked her with a palm-cracking smack, Bonnie's entire body stiffened with both surprise and delight.

  "Spank me, Daddy!" she shouted.

  Michael spanked her again while Michelle fucked her hard from below, the bedsprings squeaking, the headboard banging against the wall. Bonnie wailed with joy.

  "You like that, you naughty girl?" Michael snarled.

  "Yes, Daddy, yes!" Bonnie cried. "Spank my naked ass!"

  Michael spanked her again, and Bonnie's big bouncing rump turned red. She threw back her head and howled, her excitement now reaching a sexual frenzy the likes of which she'd never known, the ferocity of her approaching orgasm both terrifying and strangely euphoric. Her brain whirled and black spots danced before her eyes. Michelle whined loudly beneath her, thrusting repeatedly, the dildo a sword cutting Bonnie in half. Michael spanked her again, and she heard his roar of exhaltation ring resoundingly in her ears. Hot wads suddenly filled her guts, his cock bucking hard. Michelle cried out, flooding the sheets, and Bonnie screamed with a sudden, euphoric ecstasy as an explosion of pure wanton bliss tore her mind apart, splitting her nether regions like atoms and reducing her to a puddle of weeping, jubilant womanhood with Michelle crushed flat beneath her.

  After what seemed like hours, Bonnie felt Michelle shaking her.

  "Hey," Michelle said. "You guys are smashing the shit outta me."

  Michael grunted. "Sorry, baby."

  He pulled out with a groan and rolled aside, Bonnie's guts farting moistly with his exit. She rolled aside, as well, and her empty cunt broke wind, spraying cunny juice down her thighs. She shuddered, both orifices tingling and sore, yet knowing that she'd never felt so wonderfully satisfied in all her life. She kissed Michelle on the cheek, and gently fondled her breasts.

  "That was heavenly," Bonnie whispered.

  "I'm glad," Michelle breathed.

  Michael crawled up beside them and planted a smooch on Bonnie's bosom.

  "Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.

  "A little," Bonnie admitted, squirming. "But not in a bad way."

  She lay between them, feeling content and secure in the cocoon of warm flesh. She couldn't help wondering where all this would lead, but dared not ask and perhaps ruin the moment. One thing was for sure -- she wanted more, and she wanted it now. She flopped the fake dick, popping it on Michelle's stomach.

  "We're done with this for awhile," Michelle said. She climbed out of bed and unstrapped the harness.

  "I need a rest, honey," Michael said, his voice ragged with exhaustion.

  "We don't need you for this," Michelle said.

  She reached into her dresser drawer and withdrew a set of Ben Wa's, still in the packaging. Bonnie giggled.

  "What're those?" Michael said, clearly confused.

  Both women laughed lewdly, and exchanged a wicked glance.

  "Something that will definitely keep you entertained, me bucko," Bonnie said softly. "Sit right there and learn something."

  The End

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  I'm sitting alone at a bar in Lahaina, Maui, literally four thousand miles from home, figuratively a million miles from my husband. He's somewhere in this crowded room, probably drinking too many Japanese beers and watching me closely while pretending not to. The bar is filled mostly with couples. There are a few other men who appear to be alone, and a particularly handsome stranger had smiled at me, but now he's gone.

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  * * *

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