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Interrupted Journey – Accidental Swingers

Kezza’s Story
Lisa and I rarely got the chance to accompany each other on business trips. This occasion was an exception. We’d already had a couple of days away from home when we decided on a back road short cut to the next large town before nightfall. Our route took us through the mountains and valleys past farming country.

The rain started as we drove down from the mountain into the valley. I slowed the car to match the conditions. We came round a bend in the road and I braked to a halt. A man in working gear was out in the rain putting a barrier up across the road just before it dipped into a steep creek crossing. Muddy water poured in a fierce torrent over the crossing. I got out of the car. “G’day, do you need a hand?” I asked him. “You’ll get wet,” he said. “You look like you could do with some help,” I answered as I lifted a stand for him to slot the barrier in place. We worked quickly but both ended up soaked. “Thanks,” he offered. “Where are you headed?” he asked. I told him. “You won’t get through this way for a day or so,” was his advice. “What’s the best way round?” “A bloody long way,” was his opinion of the solution to our problem.

He walked back to our car with me. Lisa wound down the window and he and I stood in the rain while he told her what he’d just told me. “Listen,” he said, “the missus and I live just up the road and we’ve got plenty of space. We rarely get any visitors so why don’t you come and stay with us until the creek drops?” “Are you sure?” we both asked. “Follow me,” was his reply as he climbed into his ute. We followed him back up the road for a few hundred meters. He turned into a gravel drive and headed for a large farmhouse. He signalled for us to park our car in the shed at the back of the house along side his ute. We went inside through the rear of his home to meet the missus.

Lisa’s Story
John’s paucity with words seemed to belie a friendly generous disposition in a big-framed bear like body. Rather than have us stranded or inconvenienced he generously offered us a bed in his home. Knowing I myself might be a bit terse if Kezza unexpectedly did that to me I awaited John’s wife’s reaction with interest.

When we tromped into the house she was in the kitchen. We all introduced ourselves while John told her of his offer. Beth’s response was a wide welcoming smile. She sent our two men back out in the rain to get our bag and clothes from the car, while she put the kettle on her slow combustion stove. As we talked she got out cups and a teapot. They were about our age and their largely grown up family of c***dren were absent at boarding school and Uni.

The men returned and I was pleased to see Kezza had remembered to bring a bottle of wine and a six-pack from the car. I felt we had to contribute something for their hospitality.

Beth took us along the hall to our guest room. The bed looked large and comfortable while the room reflected Beth’s home, cosy and clean and warm. Both the guest room and the master bedroom shared a huge ensuited bathroom, with shower and spa and toilet. Beth coyly told me a good bedroom and bathroom were the things she demanded off John, given they lived a fairly isolated life. I accepted her offer of a girl’s night spa after dinner.

Back in the kitchen we sat around the large table and talked over tea. Beth recommended the two men get out of their wet clothes, shower and change.

Kezza’s Story
John suggested I use the ensuite shower while he’d use a bathroom in the other wing of the house. Within fifteen minutes I was in jeans and jumper and back in the kitchen.

Beth and Lisa were working together on the evening meal. John and I sat at the table with a beer each. He said he didn’t drink much, but then nor did I, so one each before dinner was plenty.

Lisa’s Story
Just before we started dinner Beth told me she was going to start running the spa as it took about half an hour to fill, and asked me to please remind her that she needed to turn the water off. The meal was excellent. Kezza opened the wine, but Beth suggested I forego a glass and instead try some of her homemade herbal wine. She poured her and I a tumbler each. It was slightly sweet but very pleasant, and left a warm glow in the pit of my stomach.

During the meal I reminded her about the sap water running. She left the table briefly to turn it off. As we finished the meal Beth asked John and Kezza would they mind doing the dishes while she and I had a girl’s night in the spa. They both agreed readily enough with good grace so we left them to it. Beth refilled our tumblers with her herbal wine as we left the kitchen.

Kezza’s Story
I washed while John wiped and put away. It surprised me a bit when he suggested we watch a blue movie while our wives were in the spa, but I agreed seeing something I hadn’t seen before would be interesting. We sat in the lounge in the family room and he organised the TV and VCR.

I was even more surprised when the movie rolled. It was a home movie of him and Beth with another couple, filmed on a blanket beside a river. The quality wasn’t great and, for a lot of the time, the camera was obviously fixed on a tripod but, nevertheless, the content was an absolute eye opener. I suddenly saw John and Beth in a new and different perspective; and wondered what Lisa’s response would be if she knew.

Lisa’s Story
I had just folded down the linen on our bed in the guest room and shed my clothes when Beth looked in from the adjoining bathroom door. “Don’t forget your drink,” she reminded me. She took my glass and placed it alongside hers on the flat space at the rear of the spa. She turned and looked frankly and appraisingly at my nude body, and I certainly looked at her too. While I’d always thought my big breasts were my best asset Beth’s breasts were simply massive; they rose like two large melons on her chest. We had some things in common. Both of us were short stocky women and both of us had short straight hairstyles, though of course different colouring, mine black, hers brunette. We had some differences too. I was completely shaved while she had a thick bush of curly brown hair on her lower belly.

“Hop in, then I’ll turn it on,” she said. I climbed in and sat back in the warm silky water. The temperature was just right. Beth sat opposite me and pressed a button on the side of the bath. The jets came on and the water bubbled. “Here’s to us and a nice night,” she toasted me with her glass. I sipped my herbal wine. It certainly seemed to make me glow, the warmth in my belly from the first glass at dinner still apparent.

Our breasts bounced in the bubbles and jets of the spa. Above the noise we continued to talk. It was certainly relaxing. Sips of the herbal wine seemed to contribute to my feeling of well-being. The warm glow spread from my belly to my thighs and genitals. It was some time before Beth suggested we get out of the water before our skin wrinkled too much. She turned it off and pulled the plug.

We stood in the bathroom and dried ourselves. Beth sprayed perfume on herself and offered the bottle to me. “Come in the bedroom and let’s relax,” she suggested.

Together we turned down the covers on her king sized bed. “I’m going to show you a few things, do a few things, I know you’ll enjoy but there is a catch,” Beth told me, “you’ll have to trust me. I’m not going to do anything to you that I’m not going to do to myself. Just trust me. Okay?” “Okay,” I agreed with just a small feeling of trepidation. “Put a pillow under your backside,” she commanded. I complied.

From a drawer in the bedside table she took out a large tube of cream, a long plastic suppository insertion tool and a small bottle of white round balls that looked like cool mints. Into the holder of the tool she clicked in a white ball. She covered the insertion tool with a coating of pink cream from the tube. “Spread your legs,” she told me as she knelt between my thighs. “This wont hurt,” she assured me. Beth slowly and carefully inserted the tool into my vagina, all the way in until the clawed holder with the white round ball rested deep inside me against my cervix. “I going to release the tablet now,” she said as she pressed in the button at the end of the tool just outside my cleft. Inside me I felt nothing unusual. I couldn’t even feel the ball where it rested deep within me. “Just lay there and let it dissolve,” advised Beth.
She lay on her back beside me on the bed, put a pillow under her bottom, fitted another ball in the clawed holder of the tool, coated it with more of the pink cream, reached down between her raised thighs and carefully fed the insertion device into her own vagina. Her finger depressed the release button and she drew the tool out of herself. She placed the tool on the bedside table and lay back beside me. “As the ball dissolves it will tighten up your vaginal muscles, suffuse them with blood, tingle your nerve endings, and make you feel warm deep inside,” she told me as we relaxed and talked quietly. “It takes five or so minutes,” she added.

She was right. After a while I could feel a hot surge tingle throughout my womb. The aching heat spread its way down the length of my vagina and into my clitoris and labia until they felt fat and bloated. The feeling was wonderful, and induced a high consciousness of my sexual organs. “How do you feel?” Beth enquired. “Fantastic,” was my enthusiastic reply. “Let’s add to the sensations you’re feeling,” she said, “just lay there and I’ll put some of this cream on you, then you can do me.”

Once again she knelt between my spreadeagled thighs, this time the tube of cream in her hands. She squeezed pink cream onto her fingertips and reached up along my body and gently massaged the cream into my nipples. They immediately hardened, at first I assumed from her touch, but then the surge of heat hit me. My nipples tingled with fire. Beth squeezed more cream, a copious quantity in fact, onto her fingers. She massaged it though the open groove of my slit, inserted it into the throat of my cunt and rubbed it into my love tunnel with a twisting motion of her fingers. More cream was squeezed from the tube. Beth took hold of each of my labia and massaged the cream into each fleshy flap. She gripped my clitoris between thumb and forefinger and rubbed in the cream. “That feels superb,” I told her. “Great, that’s good. Will you do me now please?” she asked. “Of course,” and I moved to kneel between her legs as she lay back on the bed.

Beth’s breasts mounded up in huge cushions on her chest. Her nipples were already big. Under my touch as I applied the cream they felt rubbery and hard, but both lengthened and stretched upwards as I massaged the cream into them. As I squeezed more cream onto my fingers I saw that Beth’s mass of curly brown pubic hair did not extend over her gash. It looked as if she shaved there. Her snatch was a long deep cut of red flesh between her thighs. She was certainly big and meaty. Her brown labia were long thick engorged flaps distended wide on either side of her gaping groove. The erect clitoris was the size of the joint on my pinkie. The red throat of her cunt was enormous, and dripped with moisture.

I applied the cream along the length of her gash, taking each fat flap in my fingers to rub the cream into the pores. Four of my fingers easily fitted into her cunt as I rubbed the cream around the rim of the entrance and into her already hot wet tunnel. Beth groaned in pleasure as I massaged the cream over her clit.

I lay back beside her on the bed and soaked up the sensations pouring through my body. My breasts, nipples, belly, womb, cunt and thighs felt sensational supersensitive, alive, tingling and on fire. Beth straddled my supine body, her head between my legs, knees on either side of my head, her gaping snatch over my face. She lowered her body to my mouth. My nose and lips were engulfed by her gash, and her musk filled my nostrils. She rocked herself gently over my mouth. My tongue speared into her cunt. I was aware that her mouth and tongue worked over my pussy. It was fantastic.

Kezza’s Story
The home movie came to an end. Though not great in quality it was certainly erotic, more so because I now knew two of the participants. My cock had responded accordingly. John suggested it was time we checked out what our wives were up to. I was surprised when he said we should leave our clothes in the family room. It turned out there were plenty of other surprises in store for me that night.

When we were both naked he initially led me to a bedroom in the other wing of the house. He took out a tube of cream from the wardrobe, squeezed a large quantity onto his cock and balls and passed the tube to me. “Rub this all over your cock and some on your balls, it will help you stay hard longer,” he told me. As we both rubbed the white cream into ourselves I noted that his size matched the build of his body. He was big. Lisa’s comments to me, and my own observations, led me to believe I was certainly above average in length and thickness. John was much bigger. His meat was a hard heavily veined thick long weapon to be feared unless he used it carefully. Interestingly enough the knob was not so imposing. It tapered redly from the end of his shaft, unlike mine, which sprouted from the shaft into a large flanged pink mushroom.

The cream I noticed generated some heat through my cock and balls. Before I could focus on the sensation John took a small brown bottle from the wardrobe. He shook a small clear oval capsule into his hand, then one into mine. “I’ll show you what to do with this,” he said. We coated the capsules with some of the white cream. Following his advice closely I inserted the coated capsule into the eye of my cock. Pressing a finger on the tube on the underside of my shaft I slid the capsule down the inside of my shaft, down past my balls until I could no longer feel it and push it any further inside me. He told me the capsule would quickly dissolve to release the herbal medicine into my system. The effect would engorge my cock larger than normal, keep it harder longer and enhance the nerve endings.

“Let’s go and see the women,” he said as I followed him in the direction of the master bedroom. As we approached the door he signalled me to be silent. I could hear Lisa’s noisy but muffled cries of pleasure, which easily masked any noise we made on the carpet, but nevertheless we moved stealthily in through the doorway. I hardly knew where to look first.

Beth had just lifted her face away from Lisa’s gaping wet pussy. Lisa’s labia were unusually large and butterflied around the deep pink open throat of her cunt. Beth’s eyes were closed as she rested upright on my Lisa’s body. My wife’s face was completely covered my Beth’s snatch. Beth came in a guttural wail of pleasure. Her body shivered and shook over my wife’s probing tongue. She sat on Lisa’s face as she peaked. Then her eyes opened and she saw John and I standing at the end of the bed. Her gaze dropped to our enormous erections and she smiled a happy lustful grin.

As Beth moved off Lisa she too became aware of our presence for the first time. Her face was slick with Beth’s juice but she looked very happy, and very excited.

Beth organised the four of us. The two women knelt side by side on the bed, Lisa facing the bed head and Beth facing the opposite direction. John knelt behind Lisa, between her thighs. I moved to the bed head and knelt behind Beth. Her vulva was open and distended beyond the back of her arse, lips swollen and parted, clit erect, the whole red meaty organ dripping with moisture.

I paused and watched John grip his massive tool in one hand to guide it into my wife’s gaping gash. Lisa groaned more in pleasure than pain and rocked her backside as he entered her. I knew her cunt was small and tight, and wondered how she could accommodate John’s length and girth with such apparent ease. Such thoughts passed in a flash as Beth waggled her arse across my hard prick.

My knob slipped easily into her open maw. A small rock of my hips caused my cock to slip into her depths. I leaned forward over Beth’s back and reached for her hanging breasts, grasped her thick long nipples between thumb and index finger. Her cunt saturated me with its heat as her muscles settled tightly along the circumference and length of my meat. She felt stupendous. As I settled into the rhythm of our fuck I looked across at my wife.

As she rocked her lower body back at John’s impaling prick Lisa’s head was turned towards Beth and I. She avidly watched my cock thrust in and out of Beth’s cunt. I turned my body slightly to enhance her view. I wanted her to watch me fuck this other woman, see the pleasure this other cunt gave me, notice her juice covering the skin of my shaft.

Lisa’s Story
My orgasm from Beth’s mouth was simply superb. As her body rose up over me I felt almost smothered by the pressure of her cunt as it mashed against my mouth and nose. Still I did get a lot of pleasure from returning the favour she’d just given me. Her cunt clenched my face, her juice flooded my mouth, her scent permeated my nostrils as she ground herself over me and climaxed. I was surprised she moved so quickly off me until I saw why, our randy husbands ready to go standing at the foot of the bed.

I’d always thought Kezza’s cock was just big enough for me to handle with comfort and ease. John’s cock looked massive and I was happy that Beth would have to accommodate its length and thickness. It concerned me when Beth organised us into position that I was the one that John was obviously going to fuck. I hoped he’d note my small size and show a bit of care and concern. It turned out he really was a gentle giant.

He soaked his knob briefly just inside the entrance of my cunt as I knelt exposed before him. I seemed to easily adjust to the size of his intrusion. In fact I wanted more of him, all of him, to slide inside me. My cunt muscles stretched as his thickness and length slid slowly, surely and steadily but gently into my inner recesses. His knob touched rock bottom. I felt filled. He slowly withdrew. I wanted, needed more. I rocked my body back at him as he slid inwards again. Yes, yes, I needed to feel all of him. We soon found the rhythm of our fuck. As his balls slapped gently against me I knew I held all of him each time he thrust into my depths.

Beth’s backside was just beside my head. I looked at her, watched her sway backwards to engulf my husband’s cock. He was looking at me look at him. What a delight that was. I wanted to watch his face when he climaxed, to see his expression, to gauge what she felt like for him.

Kezza’s Story
John’s big hands held Lisa by the waist as he seesawed his prick through her cunt. Her tits swung beneath her as she rocked herself back and forth in time with his thrusts. Her eyes were fixed on the connection between my cock and Beth’s cunt.

In front of me Beth similarly humped her body back at me as I slid the length of my meat into her hot wet snatch. Her nipples remained long and hard in my hands.

I noticed Lisa’s eyes start to lose focus and guessed she was feeling the beginnings of her orgasm. My guess was correct. Her movements became frenetic. Her open mouth sucked in air. “Oooooh! Oooooh! Aaaaaah! Oooooh yes! Oooooh Yeeees! Aaaaaaargh! Aaaaaaaargh! I’m cuuuuummming! Ooooooh Fuuuuucckk! Aaaaargh!” her head back she wailed to the room. Slowly her spasms ground to a halt. She collapsed forward onto the bed, John left kneeling behind her his hard juice soaked prick standing up against his belly. He lay beside her content it seemed to wait her recovery.

I wasn’t sure what set Beth off; maybe it was the total combination of things in the scenario of our foursome. She climaxed mightily. Her body heaved and rocked and wrenched around me. Finally she looked back at me as I slowed within her to suggest we have a change in positions.

Lisa’s Story
Beth stirred John and I from our relaxed sprawl and organised her and I side by side on our backs with pillows under our bums on the bed. Our husbands knelt on the bed and watched, as we two women got comfortable in our new positions. The size of John’s cock still amazed and interested me, and I wondered at my ability to have it inside me with some degree of comfort and an incredible amount of pleasure. Beth interrupted my thoughts. “Draw your legs up,” she recommended, and I happily complied.

John lent forward over my upturned cunt his body held upright over mine with straight arms on either side of me. His knob slipped across my gaping groove and embedded inside my vagina. Effortlessly his thick long prick slid deep inside me, pushing against the walls of my cunt, filling me completely with his hard length and girth. His ball sac rested against my backside. I had all of him inside me.

Beside us I watched my husband position himself against Beth’s upturned backside. A look of unbridled lust came over his face as he entered her. He bent his head forward and fastened his mouth on her nipple and sucked. Her arms reached around his body and gripped the cheeks of his bum. He fucked her deep, he fucked her hard and he fucked her fast. I wondered how long he would last after all she was all woman and I could tell she excited him.

John’s steady deep thrusts soon distracted me from my attention on his wife and my husband. He felt just oh so good. Involuntarily my body responded to him. My tight tingling cunt muscles clutched and released around his circumference. I could tell by his face that he enjoyed what he felt, that he was going to cum soon. Our fuck escalated of its own accord in intensity. I tried to hold back but I just couldn’t. The orgasm soared and roared through my body, from my breasts to my belly and twat. My body shivered and shook. I cried out the sensations were so intense. Just as I peaked I felt the change shiver through John’s body. “Oh yes, oh yes cum, cum deep inside me, I need you to cum now,” I urged him.

His face contorted. His prick throbbed. His thrusts became long, deep and deliberate. The meat inside me pulsed and pumped, and his hot cum spurted and splashed deep inside my vagina. Deliberately I clenched my cunt around his shaft and milked him dry each time he withdrew. Finally he collapsed forward into my embrace and caringly kissed me. I hugged his bear like body to me.

Gradually I became aware of our spouses fucking beside us. Their mouths were fastened together. Kezza pumped ferociously into Beth. She rocked her body against him and her body quivered as her climax shook her. Beth moaned mightily against his mouth. The muscles along his body shook. His thrusts slowed but deepened in intensity. I knew he was pumping his load of spunk into her big cunt. Finally he came up for air, and lay on her belly and tits, a look of satisfied bliss on his face.

Kezza’s Story
Initially it had been erotically voyeuristic to watch Lisa, on her back just beside me on the bed, fuck and be fucked by the husband of the woman I now fucked. But I soon forgot about them as I lost myself in the reality with Beth. Her gash was long, wide and deep. Nevertheless she felt tight and very wet. Her cunt seemed to swallow my cock, to squeeze it as I pushed into her, to grasp it on each withdrawal. Her hands gripped my arse and pulled me into her deeply so that the base of my cock mashed into the maw of her cunt on each thrust forward. As we slipped into our rhythm I sucked on one of Beth’s long rubbery nipples.

When the heat built between us I moved my mouth to hers to kiss her. Her response was hot and our tongues soon intertwined. Our climax came quickly. She fucked me tenaciously. Her groans and moans filled my mouth as I sucked at her tongue. It was too much for me. My prick simply exploded my spunk deep inside her.

When I returned to reality I lay sprawled on top of Beth, my hard wet empty cock still inside her. And the other pair were happily grinning as they watched us.

Lisa’s Story
The four of us lay where we were for quite some time. Finally Beth stirred under Kezza. “Do any of you feel like a drink?” she asked. We all did and trooped to the kitchen to share a carafe of cold water. It was interesting to see the spunk dribbling down thighs and cocks. We didn’t hurry but eventually Beth declared it was time to head back to the bedroom.

I was surprised, when the four of us were in their room, Beth said she’d leave the big bed to John and I, while she and Kezza would use the guest room. It never occurred to me that we’d be separated. But there was no opportunity for discussion as she took my husband’s hand and led him through the door into the bathroom and beyond into the other bedroom. I was alone with John
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Kezza’s Story
Beth led me into the guest’s room that I had thought was intended for Lisa and I. The bed linen was already folded back to the bottom sheet. We lay relaxed beside each other, Beth on her back, me on my side so I could caress her breasts and belly while we talked. I noticed that whatever John had given me earlier in the evening had worked. In spite of my recent ejaculation my cock was still erect, not enormously hard, but erect nevertheless. We quietly talked and enjoyed each other’s company.

Our conversation was interrupted by sounds of pleasure coming through the open doorway from our spouses. “Well those two are obviously back into the action,” commented Beth, “what would you like to do now.” “Actually I’d like to suck you then fuck you in the good old missionary position again,” I told her. “Go for it,” she encouraged me as she lifted a pillow from under her head and raised her lower body to place it under her bottom.

She bent her legs and spread her thighs well apart. I knelt between her feet and gazed at her pussy. Her cunt was a long deep wide cut of red flesh, big and meaty. Her brown labia were fat thick engorged flaps distended wide on either side of her gaping groove. The erect clitoris was enormous. The red throat of her cunt was open, and dripped with moisture and pooled with residual white spunk.
I trailed my tongue through her wet open red groove from arsehole to clitoris and back again. Beth’s response was immediate. She lifted her gash to my face in willing offering. My tongue speared into the maw of her tunnel, spooning the creamy spunk and gelatinous juice while her aromatic musk filled my nostrils. Her hands pressed into my scalp. I snail trailed wetly over her labia then burrowed my tongue through the flesh of her slit. Beth’s touch urged me on towards her pleasure pearl.

I circled the base of the hard erect red nub, swirled it wetly. Between her thighs I heard her gasp. I sucked it into my mouth. Her body heaved upwards and her hands pressed my face against her gash. “Oh yes suck me, suck me,” she groaned. It was a joy to comply. I knelt in front of her in a pose of worship, my face buried in the wet flesh of her snatch. All too soon her body convulsed, her hands pressed my mouth against her maw, and she came.

As Beth heaved over her peak I lay my body on hers. Effortlessly my prick slithered into her vagina. “Wrap you’re your arms and legs around me please,” I whispered in her ear. She embraced me totally. Encircled in her warm cocoon we fucked each other, not hard, not fast, just in a steady tempo of pleasure. We kissed and our tongues touched. Slowly but surely we soared together, each feeding on the other’s momentum. I felt the heat and tension build in Beth. No doubt she felt my response. She rocked and heaved into a tumultuous orgasm. Deep in her belly my prick twitched and spurted. I pumped until the last few drops pumped from my tool.

Tired and exhausted I lay in her embrace. Our bodies slowly cooled. Spunk dribbled from her box over my balls. Finally and reluctantly I moved off her. We lay side-by-side and talked about sleep. We noticed our spouses were silent too. We drifted into a deep sleep.

Lisa’s Story
As our partners left the bedroom John asked me did I have any preferences in what I’d like to do next? Actually I did and my choice pleased him. He lay on his back in the middle of the bed and I knelt over him, my knees on either side of his head. His hands gripped each cheek of my backside and he pulled my pussy down onto his mouth. My body jolted as his tongue explored my gash.

I looked down at his massive prick lying swollen along his belly past his navel. What a beauty I thought as I trailed my tongue from the tip towards his balls! His muscles fluttered as I sucked and swirled a ball in my mouth. The fluttering continued as I swirled the other big ball. I trailed my tongue back along his meat. I needed to use a hand to hold his prick upright as I sucked the knob into my mouth. AS I took more of his thick shaft inside my mouth I realised I would not be able to handle his size very well at all. He’d have to be content with my best effort.

My attempts to give John an oral experience to remember were further deteriorated by his mouth and tongue in my cunt. It seriously distracted me. I soon gave up and rested back on my haunches, gave myself up to the enjoyment he literally lapped upon me. The thrill of the climax ripped through my thighs, belly and pussy. I lost myself in the climax. It rolled on and on through my being. He was good, of that I had no doubt.

I changed my position over John’s body, turned and faced him, straddled his hunk of meat with my still tingling twat. It seemed most appropriate I should give him something in return for all his work throughout the evening. “You’re a noisy little woman, “ he told me with a laugh, “ I could hear you even though your thighs covered my ears.” He held his mighty meat upright from his belly with one hand. I raised myself over him then slowly lowered myself until his knob engaged itself in my love hole. My lips stretched around his shaft as I slowly and carefully sunk downwards. Down, down I dropped until my open gash rested on his lower belly and I felt the tickle of his moist pubic hair and the bump of his pubic bone. I placed my hands on his barrelled chest for support.

I soon found my rhythm as I lifted until just his tip remained embedded inside me and then dropped until I could grind the outer lips of my snatch on his pubis. John simply lay there watching me, his eyes flicking from my swinging breasts to the join between us. The he raised his hands and gently gripped my hard swollen elongated nipples. The nerve connection from my nipples to my cunt came alive. My fuck took on a renewed frenzy.

The orgasm poured through my body, from my breasts to my belly, from my womb to my clitoris, down my thighs to my curling toes. John’s face contorted and his prick throbbed inside me. I collapsed forward and lay prostrate along the length of his body. He held me to him. Cum dribbled out of me as we cooled. Exhausted we broke apart, pulled a sheet over us and slept soundly.

Kezza’s Story
In the first faint light of dawn Beth stirred me awake as she untangled herself and used the bathroom. When she returned she lay on her side and rested her body against mine, her breast on my chest, her hand caressing my erect cock. I lightly stroked her back. She climbed onto my body, laid on me; her breasts crushed against my chest, her hungry cunt searching for my cock. I bent my legs at the knees, my feet flat on the bed. My knob wedged into the throat of her vagina. She rocked downwards. Her cunt engulfed me. As she rocked downwards I rocked upwards. Cock met cunt firmly.

Our fuck was unhurried but nevertheless I once again luxuriated in the sensation of this woman surrounding my shaft. Slowly, ever so slowly but surely, the pressure built in our bodies. Beth came in deep grinding gasps. My prick exploded and poured burst after burst into her womb.

We rested in tight embrace until she stirred. “It’s time for a shower before I cook breakfast, do you want to have one with me?” she asked. What a way to start the day I thought as I climbed out of bed after her.

Lisa’s Story
The sounds from the adjoining bedroom woke me in the dawn stillness. John lay on his back beside me asleep, his tool resting along his belly in a morning erection. Idly I gently ran my fingers over it. He stirred and looked at me. I welcomed him with open arms and legs. His body smothered mine. His prick probed then slowly penetrated, sinking once again into my innermost depths. We fucked each other slowly. Inevitably the slow climb up the mountain of pleasure took us to the stars. My body heaved, shivered and shook, my cunt spasmed, my toes curled as I came. John grunted above me and he pumped and spurted his spunk deep inside me. Our rest was brief.

We heard the shower running. As soon as it stopped we joined our spouses in the bathroom. They were as happy as we were.

Kezza’s Story
One couldn’t help but notice from the kitchen window that the rain had stopped some time during the night. I set the table while Beth cooked. John and Lisa joined us with impeccable timing.

While the two women did the dishes John and I drove to the creek crossing in his ute. The brown water still flowed but it was low enough for us to ford safely.

We returned to the house and, in spite of their generous offer to stay longer, we had to move on. I had my work commitments. Reluctantly we packed the car and finally said our farewells.

And yes we promised to return soon, and stay for a few night next time. We continued our interrupted journey, but had much to talk about along the way! Including the fact that Lisa had a copy of Beth’s herbal tonics in her handbag!