Chapter 17

“We might have a little trouble keeping track of things and people,” Stella said. “There are four on each side, if we look at it that way—and that might not be a bad way to start this here swinging orgy.”

Regina smiled at her friend, her lover. Stella was so much fun, even when she wasn’t fucking somebody. They were all ranged around the Baker’s living room, she and her husband and their children, the Bakers and their children.

She asked, “What way is best to start, Stella?”

“With sides,” the small woman answered. “The Bakers and the Abbotts can meet halfway, lined up according to size or age, or whatever, and start fucking. In five minutes, we change over.”

Bill said, “Hey—I don’t quite figure that out; change over how?”

Stella answered, “Well, let’s see—suppose we start in by you screwing me, Bill; Chuck can fuck Regina, my son Carey can put it to your daughter Monica, and my daughter Judy can get shafted by your son Dale. That makes one family fucking the other. Then when we change over, we’ll fuck within the families. How’s that?”

Regina crossed her long legs, amazed at the tremble that was setting up within her thighs. “Then after the switch, you and I should be screwing our own husbands, and the boys will be making it with their own sisters?”

“That’s it,” Stella agreed. “Everybody ready?”

Regina thought that she’d been ready for a long time, ever since she got started in the husband-exchanging, son-fucking maneuvers. Glancing around the room, as they all began sliding and wiggling out of their robes, she realized that there was only one she hadn’t had sexual relations with—Judy Baker, the luscious little redhead with the seagreen eyes, the Baker daughter. She’d get to the girl later in the evening.

She stood up and shed her robe, stood proudly and sexily in a hipshot pose drawing the male eyes. She was happy with her re-awakened body, with its newly aroused facets, and would glory in its uses to both male and female. For she could love and be loved by both sexes, and that was more than she had ever believed before.

Holding out her arms, she sway-hipped toward Chuck Baker, and saw the rising of his prick as he advanced to meet her. A step to her right, her husband Bill was walking to Stella, and so on down the line. Four hardening cocks were pointed outward, feeling their way toward four anticipating cunts. Eight tits bobbed and jigged saucily, and as many hearts beat with heightened excitement as they all neared each other.

Happily, Regina went into the arms of her man, the husband of her best friend. She brought her silken belly up tightly to his swollen cock, and smiled as she kissed him. She flattened the nipples of her tits into his chest.

“A real family fuck,” she said softly, running only the hot tip of her tongue in and out of his mouth. “All of us screwing each other, right out in the open where each of us can share the happiness, where we can all participate in the pure beauty of it all.”

Chuck grinned his answer, and slid his hands familiarly around the cheeks of her ass so that he could pull her golden haired cunt up closer to his crotch. She ground it into him, let the warm and erotic feelings flow unhampered within her soul, within her vagina.

She drew him to the floor with her, one hand fondling his prick, her body going vibrant and her mound dampening in eagerness to receive his cock. She lay beside him on the carpet, their hands feeling over flesh and hair, cupping and stroking and trailing the pleasure-pain of fingernails into crevices that ached.

“Fuck me, darling,” she asked her lover, and helped him steer the yearning knob of his shaft to the trembling wetness of her labia. Sliding one leg up and across his waist, Regina positioned herself for the screwing, settling her crotch upon the spongy-hard end. His glans shoved against her fleshy barrier and slowly, sweetly, began to penetrate.

Rolling her head to the side, Regina watched her own husband’s prick plunging already, balls-deep, into the black furred cunt of Stella Baker. He was in the traditional position, between her small, sleek legs.

Stella coiled and uncoiled those legs, striking with the gentle surgings of her pelvis. Her pussy devoured Bill’s cock so that only his balls seemed to keep him from being pulled completely inside her body.

And beyond her, Dale Abbot was drawing Judy Baker down upon his upright prick. The head of her son’s cock shone like a lavender beacon as it reached for the red-haired pussy above it. A gorgeous little cunt, Regina saw, looking as if it was curled in crisp flames. It was probably as hot as it looked.

As she watched, Dale held to Judy’s ass and the girl squatted to fasten the blunt point of his cock into her snatch, then ground down upon it with a corkscrew motion, slow and easy. The girl’s face was shining, her pink-tipped tits quivering and Dale grunted with great satisfaction as his cock worked into her pussy.

One more set—and Regina had to crane her neck a little to make them out: her own daughter Monica—Monica with the hot suctioning cunt—and the boy Carey, who had lost his cherry fucking Monica’s mother. That mother stared now as he approached her daughter from the back, as he urged Monica over onto her hands and knees in a dog-fashion pose. Carey had his prick in one hand, and was guiding it between the polished buttocks of the girl, aiming it into the honey blonde hair between the incredible softness of her rounded thighs.

Then they were all moving to their own rhythms, fucking at their own beat, grinding and thrusting, wiggling and humping as they felt like it.

The boys screwed the girls, and the men fucked their women. The fact that the girls’ brothers were within arm’s reach, meant only additional pleasure. The fact that the husbands of the women were brushing their hips, as they fucked, against the other woman, only meant sharper thrills to all concerned.

It was hypnotic, Regina thought, to watch the other pricks sliding into the lovely cunts, seeing their oily, polished shafts move within the jealous gripping of stretched and feverish labia. Their balls swayed and bounced softly, or swung wetly, or hung trembling in the cleft of an ass. So beautiful, she thought, so vividly provoking of highly erotic sensations.

Sweetly, hotly, she fucked Chuck Baker, giving him a tit to suck, changing over to nibble at his own flinching button. He worked his magic prick juicily within her pussy, felt it over her thrumming clitoris and massaged the walls of her vagina. He was a fine, thoughtful lover, the first man she had taken since she married, her first true lover. Chuck had taught her to suck cock, and how thrilling it was to have her own cunt eaten. She owed him so much, as she owed the rest of the Baker family.

She’d pay them all back, she thought, fucking steadily and greedily upon his shaft, rolling and clenching her ass in slow, sexy movements. She was in no hurry to come, and didn’t rush it. It was wonderful just to screw, to ride this prick and think how magnificent it all was.

“Hey!” Stella’s voice raised high, a little keen. “Hey, everybody, time to change over, to fuck the members of your own family—no matter if you’ve come already or not. And there’s no hurry for that, you know. We have all night, and all this good sex to catch up on.”