SUMMER SWAP 2 // Chapter 17

Cheyenne parted her legs wider, a roaring cold cavalcade of shame and humiliation whipping through her like a door held open too long in a snowstorm. Awful pleasure pooled in her belly and sizzled in her brain pan. Her pussy drenched and eager, a strong feminine ache that had seized her lower back and tailbone, and had pulled taut a stretch of muscle between her anus and her pussy. It was the urge to be fucked times a thousand. Heat blasted now in a sudden rebellion to the cold shame, blazing her cheeks, the back of her neck, the backs of her arms, and her earlobes.

She lay like an unceremonious science class frog, spread out for a pack of high-schoolers learning anatomy. She was on display; an impersonal sexual object opened up for study—and she loved the leering and jeering, the sadistic smiles, and even the taunting of the woman from the brothel, whose real name she didn’t want to think of one bit. Three faces were turned between her open legs, eyes cast down to look at those most secret and sacred part of her. She began to tremble harder, and could feel the honey-trickle of her overflowing pussy slipping down her ass crack.

Her head rolled now on the bedding, looking past the bikini-bottom butt of the brothel woman, to Byron sitting watch off to the side and near the foot of the bed. She’d avoided his gaze—worried about what she might see—but Byron wasn’t disappointed or ashamed or rueful. Byron was enlivened. His cheeks looked to burn as hot as her own; his eyes sparkled, and while he watched between her legs as the others did, now his eyes traveled to meet hers. When their gazes connected, a wild and crazy hijacker took over the controls of her sexuality. Her eyes rolled upward, unseeing and hazy, and her mouth slackened. Her spine twisted like a drag car taking off, all that motor-torque too much for its light and slender frame.

“Touch it, please,” she gasped, eyes squeezed shut, one foot planted in the bedding, thrusting her pussy up to her inspectors, hips moiling. “Please, please.” Her voice was a puffing, desperate whisper.

The need was deep and urgent and had transformed her from innocent sex subject to a frenzied nympho, leaking and hungry and writhing before her tormentors. The brothel woman ran her fingernails up the inside of her thigh, from past the midpoint to her knee. It tightened her core and made her pulse lubrication again, a gargantuan desire for an erotic touch seizing her nervous system. A buzzing sound got her eyes flickering open, looking between her thighs, her hips twisted at an awkward angle, her pussy thrust up to their faces. Cody had transferred his cowboy hat to the brothel woman. His blonde shaggy hair framed his hard and chiseled face. Sully loomed at Cody’s side, hands on knees, his cock thrust out and throbbing. But between her pussy and Cody’s face, Cody’s large, muscular hand held pointed upright the source of the buzz: a slender chrome vibrator. Cheyenne gasped, and flopped a forearm over her eyes, humping her hips higher in the air, on a total cliff’s edge of what could be the biggest orgasm of her life.

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Cody had slid a box of sexual goodies out from under the bed. It had got Sully laughing, thinking how Cody planned ahead, buying the cowboy hat and even prearranging his sex toys exactly where he would need them, keeping them hidden until just the right moment.

But when Cody held a silver dildo upright and turned on, the thing buzzing away, Sully felt a strange sense of wrongness or compunction, knowing what would transpire next—and knowing he would watch. It was remorse or embarrassment and he couldn’t believe he was the one feeling it. Cheyenne was a more than willing participant and on top of that, Scarlet was running her nails along the inside of Cheyenne’s tanned thigh again, leaving long red lines.

It was Scarlet’s lustiness that made this okay and absolved him of any guilt he could feel. His wife was turned on right now, as turned on as Chey, getting into this roleplaying and using a western accent and playing along like she owned a brothel. It was Scarlet that kept his feet glued in place. Because this scene was too much for a straight-laced guy like him to come up with on his own. This was a brand new world of sexuality and play, a swimming pool that was kind of deep, even for someone who was a pretty good swimmer. Swinging when it was the four of them would have been the craziest thing he’d done sexually in his whole life, if it had worked out. But now, in Cody and Carla’s room, he was about to watch Cody make his wife’s friend come, and Cody was a cowboy and his wife owned a brothel and he was a lucky cattleman on a stagecoach and Cheyenne was Miss Susan. Byron was Byron, and he sat and watched them all do bad things to his wife because his wife wanted that. His pants were off and his cock was hard, and Cody was naked too, standing a moment ago with his huge dick right in Scarlet’s face. And he thought there was a good chance that he and Cody would—

Cody ran the nose-point down the inside of Cheyenne’s thigh, starting at her knee, getting Cheyenne moaning and writhing some more. She heeled down on the mattress and raised her pelvis, putting her pussy up higher into the light. Chey had a really pretty pussy. And it was wet as crazy. Fucking Scarlet had touched Chey’s pussy. It was almost too much for Sully to handle.

“We’re going to watch it go in her,” Cody said, low and drawling, his eyes watching Cheyenne’s face, still hidden under a forearm as she closed herself off from them.

The nose slipped into the crease where her inner thigh met her crotch and Cheyenne’s writhing still, holding her pussy still so Cody could penetrate her with his dildo.

Sully’s eyes widened as he watched Cody tease Cheyenne’s opening, running the dildo’s point in up-and-down lines through the slippery gush coming from Cheyenne’s swollen and eager pussy. Cheyenne let loose a cry of sheer ecstasy, only her mouth visible, open and wet-lipped, showing her teeth.

Cody dropped the dildo to a flatter angle, running it so the whole length of the belly lay flat on Chey’s pussy, pressing its vibrating hull into her. Chey cried out again in pleasure and torment, and her thighs shook and trembled. Sully watched her toes curl, take a tight grip on the bedding. Then Cody brought the dildo down so the nose almost touched her anus, then up again, bringing his hand out now and easing the point inside her pussy.

Sully’s eyebrows rose high, watching the most insanely dirty thing he could watch. He and his wife were watching another man fuck his wife’s best friend with a dildo. Fuck, his own legs were shaking.

The length of the dildo began to sink inside Cheyenne and Cheyenne stilled, getting quiet as she accommodated the modest-sized dildo. But slowly she began to rock and moan, her mouth going to an O shape under the shield of her forearm. Her stomach heaved in and out, and Cody drew the dildo out and then pushed it back inside her again.

Sully went light headed, watching Cheyenne’s pussy clamp on the vibrator’s shining shaft. Cheyenne emitted a ghostly moaning sound, a sound that quavered as her body seized with tremors.

“Golly, she’s in heat,” Cody said. “Look at her orgasm, and we barely started.”

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Cody worked Cheyenne over while Scarlet and Sully watched. Fucking Cheyenne first with the silver dildo, then moving onto a purple one that was a little larger. Cheyenne came at least three times and the room grew hot and dank, and a dark lusty swell began to fill up Scarlet from her toes, splashing in and around all her insides, making her sexual hunger grow to fantastic proportions. She wanted to get crazy. Wanted to do crazy things. Wanted to watch crazy things. All bets were off, and she and Sully had somehow entered a world of complete abandon and amoral anomie.

Sully’s cock was throbbing and upright, curved up to almost touch his stomach. He looked thick and aching, the veins pressing out his cock skin like she hadn’t seen in a very long time. Pre-cum slithered from his tip. And Cody’s cock, that perfect meaty pole, out and wagging stiffly; when he would go to one knee to do something new and terrible to Chey’s glistening pussy, the tip would touch the floor. She hadn’t checked on Byron in a while but could see Cheyenne look his way every so often, their eyes seeming to connect, Cheyenne pouting and panting and showing her husband how turned on she was, chest heaving, glistening with a velvety sheen of sweat.

“Push up that knee for me, cowpoke,” Cody said to Sully, and Sully was quick to respond, leaning forward and resting a hand on the curve of Chey’s bent knee. A long, silvery thread of pre-come dangled from the tip of his penis and swayed a moment before attaching to the bedding. He eased Chey’s knee up and back, exposing her naughty bits further. Now, with the purple dildo sunk inside her pussy, Cody nosed the vibrating point of the chrome dildo against her anus. Cheyenne squeaked and moaned, her body tightening for a moment before relaxing and allowing Cody to push it inside her back hole. When he had her double-impaled, Cheyenne came again. Scarlet watched her friend’s tummy flutter, her arms gone to gooseflesh, panting like she was exhausted from all the pleasure and all the coming, over and over again—and Scarlet couldn’t help feeling envy.

As Cheyenne shook and trembled her way out of a double-penetration orgasm, Cody smiled, proud of his handiwork. He said to Sully, “You’re a good farm hand.”

Sully smiled, the overhead lights making him look malevolent. The three of them were like a sex cult torturing a new initiate.

Cody said, “But I’m going to ask the lady for a hand next.” His eyes went to Scarlet.

Coquettish, she said, “Who me?”

Cody showed her his palms again—not a mark anthem, but supposedly rope burned. “Wouldn’t mind a little guidance, getting in there”—he wagged his chin toward Cheyenne’s pussy—“if you don’t mind.” Now his eyes went down.

Scarlet’s eyes followed, going down his brand, muscular chest, the sharp ridges of muscle on his abdomen, down to his huge cock, pointing out and down. She would help. She would love to help. She would love to put her hands on his manhood and see what it felt like.

Her eyes roamed to Sully, who looked unsure if he was understanding the request, brows knit in the middle, looking from her, over to Cody, and down to Cody’s fleshy weapon. When Sully’s gaze returned to hers, his eyes were alert and scared, but there was no message from him in the negative. She took the absence of his denial as permission, and her hand moved forward—but greater sense prevailed and her hand snatched back. She looked from her husband’s equipment to Cody’s, then up to her husband. Now instead of unsureness, she saw in Sully’s eyes a burning furnace look, like some roaring fire raged within him, flooding his system with fiery octane. It was excitement, it was lust, it was fear and wicked bedevilment. His eyes glowered like hot coals.

Cody slipped the buzzing vibrator from Cheyenne’s quivering bottom and Cheyenne panted, muzzy and cottony, still reeling from the orgasm they’d all just witnessed. He wiggled the dildo in her pussy and got Chey squawking. She kicked her legs in light arcs as he slipped that away, too. Then with his Miss Susan unplugged, he hooked his large hands at the bend of her thighs, and yanked her downward, bringing her pussy closer to the foot of the bed, and nearer to his cock.

Scarlet reached out again, her eyes staying on Sully. Her husband didn’t interrupt, his eyes watching her hand move to Cody’s penis.

Sure, she’d touched Byron tonight and Sully had been okay, but Cody was rich and masculine and muscular, and so well hung.

Then Cody stood, his cock levitating above Cheyenne’s pussy. Cody looked to her like he was in character still, like he was waiting for her help. She tipped up the brim of the too-big cowboy hat he’d transplanted to her head, then down to his cock, right out in the light and before her, extending out in a nine-inch trunk between her and her husband.

Her hand was still extended, and now it moved to its target. She gripped his cock just a finger’s width from the thick coronal flare of his handsome cock head. She squeezed her grip, felt the firmness, the girth, the feel of blood-rushing sexual life beneath the surface. A bead of pre-come formed in the cup of his urethra, swelled to a dangling ball, then dropped into the matted patch of Cheyenne’s pubic pelt.

Her hand slipped forward, curled the swollen knot of his cock head, polished it a moment like the end of a gear shift, then her now slippery grip stroked his length, from cock head to near the base. She cupped his hanging scrotum, felt the weight of his balls, also larger than normal, and the way the fat egg shapes squirmed in her grip.

Her palm cradled the underside of his penis, a true masculine work of art, a real blessing for Cody, easing along to near the tip, her thumb curling to clasp over the topside, bracing his cock head as Cody eased forward his hips. As the tip drew near to Cheyenne’s aperture, Scarlet began to move the cock head up and down, guiding the big fleshy nose point through her sorority sister’s glistening folds. Cheyenne moaned; Sully groaned, baleful eyes on her hand holding Cody’s cock; Cody smiled, and Scarlet did, too. She eased the head of his cock to nestle in her friend’s pussy, and Cheyenne purred as Cody began to push inside her.