Pig in a Poke (Bisexual Swinger Erotica) - Dog Murphy - ebook
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Big Ed Fraser watched Bob Evans bestowing cunnilingus on the wriggling Hedy Marshall. He laughed gutturally as his own cock swelled with renewed passion. He touched the head of it briefly. It was still wet from slamming into big-assed Joyce Moran again. He had given it to her good and she had cried out in ecstasy and begged for more. He had shoved her into the deep end of the pool and walked quickly away before she could claim his maleness again. Now he wanted to screw somebody else in the ass. He had suddenly discovered that it was better than any nookie he'd ever had in his life. Ass fucking was for him from now on. And Bob Evans had a big, ripe, hairy ass. The way Evans was lapping up Hedy's squirming pussy, he would never notice what was happening to him until it was too late. And the way his posterior pointed toward the sky, he was too inviting a target to pass up.Ed dropped to his knees behind Bob and quickly grasped his legs and spread them violently. He shoved his hard, throbbing organ toward the puckered opening of his anus and cried out in triumph as he sliced into the hot flesh. Evans reacted automatically, bucking back against him as he drove his cock deep into the tight little hole. Hedy cried out sharply as Evans bit her vagina-lips with his teeth. Evans tried to pull away from Hedy to ward off this new attack, but Hedy tightened her legs about his head and pistoned her hips wildly against his face. Ed laughed gruffly as he pounded deep into Bob Evans' bowels. He looked into Hedy's frightened eyes and grinned lewdly. Hedy trembled as she bucked up against Bob's squirming torso. Suddenly she cried out in passion and arched her back. Ed felt his own loins explode at that instant. He sank his manhood deep into the trembling body beneath him and jetted his sperm deep into Evans' bowels. He could hear Evans lapping up the squirting nectar from Hedy's pistoning body.*************************Warning: This ebook contains explicit and forbidden descriptions of taboo sexual activity. It may include themes or elements of taboo, forbidden, and adult topics. It is intended for open minded mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.XXX Adults Only 18+ Graphic Content

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Pig In A Poke

Dog Murphy

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

Connie hoisted the martini glass to her lips and drank quickly. The liquor spilled down her throat, quieting the tense stomach muscles, dulling the pounding in her head.

She cast a quick glance in the bar mirror and sucked in her breath. The two naked women were still going at it on the divan. Sixty-nine they called it. Oral gratification between two people at the same time.

Fire seared her loins. Connie swore softly. She groped for the pack of cigarettes lying before her on the polished mahogany and spilled several out of the pack in her haste to cover her embarrassment. Bob caught her glance in the mirror and made a face. She blushed and quickly scooped the cigarettes back into the pack before putting one in the corner of her mouth. Bob was talking to a tall, dark, good-looking man she knew only as Al. Maybe he would be the one she would draw, she thought, striking a match.

"Barb and I have been swapping a couple of years now," Al said. "We like it. Breaks the monotony. Allows us both to satisfy our sexual urges with others without cheating on one another. We get along better now than we did before we swapped. In the old days we fought all the time."

Connie sucked on the filter tip, dragging the smoke deep into her lungs. She liked his voice. Deep, melodic, masculine. Al was sure of himself. Confident. A success at his line, whatever it might be. Yes, she would like to have him.

She felt a warm glowing in the heart of her loins. He's big, she thought. And I bet he knows how to use it!

"We've never done this sort of thing before," Bob was saying in his sing-song voice. "We agreed to give it a go this one time before making any rash decisions about the future."

"Sure, sure," Al said smoothly. "I know how you feel. Nervous, all tied up in the guts. Relax. Have another drink. You'll dig the action here. Believe me, I know!"

Al excused himself. Connie watched him move confidently away from the bar. He stopped to chat with a couple dancing to the soft music from the stereo set. Al laughed and flashed her a bright smile. She smiled in return.

He had a nice face. He was happy and at peace with the world. Bob was so intense and glum all the time.

Connie turned back to the bar. Bob stared into his untouched drink. Connie shrugged bare shoulders and glanced back into the mirror.

The two naked women were really making the scene now, hips grinding furiously at each other's faces, hands digging into squirming, twisting buttocks. A bright flash of desire fired her loins. Connie shuddered and tore her gaze away from the mirror.

Nobody was paying attention to the two naked women on the couch. Everybody acted as though they weren't even there. A shudder racked her body. She shook her blonde head and sucked on the cigarette. Did swapping make people that blase? Was swapping so casual and commonplace that people simple ignored other people making love right in front of them? And was Lesbian love accepted as casually as heterosexual love?

Tears filled the corners of her eyes. She blinked them back. Five years of marriage had gone by the boards. Five relatively unhappy years filled with thousands of bitter arguments and nights of unfulfilling sex. All these things had brought them to this moment and this night. Now they were at a swap party, observing practicing swappers who acted like swapping was nothing more than a childish parlor game.

"Should we or shouldn't we?" Bob said at her elbow, his voice grating.

She made a face. Her head pounded dully. "I don't know," she said. "Do you want to?"

Bob laughed softly. "This was your idea, sweetie."

Connie sucked in her breath. Whether or not they indulged was their decision. Nobody had tried selling them on swapping. It was their choice.

"Did you find out how they work it?" she parried.

Bob flashed her a look of pure malice. She squeezed the martini glass lightly to steady her nerves. Bob had a way of getting to her. She detested him for his superior manner. She forced a laugh. He wasn't superior at all! He was a dud in bed!

"I drop the house key into a hat, along with a lot of other house keys," Bob said, enjoying the moment. "The men draw keys. The woman whose house the key opens goes with the deal. All night long. Midnight to seven."

Connie squeezed her eyes shut. Her loins were on fire. She wanted sex. She needed sex. Nerve ends screamed for release from tension. Her body cried for fulfillment. Bob could not put out the fires raging in her loins. Bob could only incite the flames to rage wilder and hotter.

"Well, sweetie?"

She bit down on her lower lip, tasting blood. Damn him, she thought! Damn him for not being man enough to satisfy her!

"The others are waiting... "

"All right!" She snapped, her voice rising. "Put the damn key in the hat!"

People turned to stare at her. Connie bit her lip. Wild music pulsated in her eardrums. The two naked women on the couch were sitting up now, eyes glazed with passion. Connie squeezed her eyes shut. Sobs welled up in her throat.

She whirled away from the bar, rushing across the room to where a dark hallway opened yawningly to her, offering escape. She choked with relief and fled down the corridor, away from the sounds and Bob and embarrassment.

The door to the powder room was open. She sobbed in relief and felt for the wall switch and flooded the room with light. She locked the door behind her and let the tears flow, leaning on the washbasin for support, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.

Bob held the house key in his hand for a long time, staring at it, wondering why his marriage had come to this moment. Then he shrugged and tossed the key into the hat Al held in his hands. Al grinned, and his eyes lighted with anticipation as he moved quickly toward another couple. Bob stared into his drink, cupping his big hands around the glass.

Sex, he thought bitterly. Connie was sex-crazy and wild for it. He couldn't give her enough. He couldn't seem to get her gun off often enough to please her. Then she was bitchy and argumentative and a hellion to live with. He shook his head slowly. Five years of living hell. Five years of feeling less and less a man with each passing day. Five years of possessing and making love to other women. Hell, he'd had to have other dames. He'd needed their assurance that he was a man in every way. He'd made them yell and scream with passion and climb the walls, and he'd got their guns off. Why couldn't he reach his wife? Why couldn't he trigger her desires? He shook his head wonderingly.

The swap had started as a joke between them but had grown more and more of a threat every time the subject came up. Finally they had met some people who were active swappers and who openly encouraged them to have a fling at it. They had backed off, not wanting to try it then, laughing and joking about it later.

Finally they had begun throwing the swap thing at one another after a few more shattering failures at orgasm. They had used swapping as a weapon, and it had taken on an ugly connotation. Swapping had meant orgasm and satisfaction and everything their love did not give them.

He remembered he'd left Connie hanging high and dry the last time they'd made love. She'd cursed him and demanded that he put his tongue and lips on her cunnie, but he'd refused to do it. She'd mocked him for being less than a man .. He'd got out of bed, anger short circuiting reason and sanity.

"Maybe another stud can get your gun!" he'd raged at her.

"Maybe any other man could satisfy me!" she'd retorted.

He'd whirled on her, accusing eyes raking her nakedness as she sat up in bed. "Then go get it from some other John! Only don't let me know about it! You want it so bad, go screw some other guy!"

She'd stared long and hard at him. "That wouldn't be fair," she'd said, her voice softening. "We both take other lovers or we suffer together. No cheating."

He'd almost blurted out his own indiscretions, but he'd checked himself in time. "You want to try swapping?"

"Yes," she'd said quickly. "I think we should. Once, anyway."

His shoulders had slumped. A great pain had closed like a hard fist in the bottom of his gut, sickening him. He'd bowed his head.

"All right," he'd said gruffly. "The sooner the better."

"Saturday night," she'd replied calmly.

Bob stared at his shaking hand. Sweat beaded the glass and oozed between his fingers. He forced the hand to move the glass toward parched lips. He let the liquor roll down his throat. Lord, it tasted good.

"Hi," a female voice said at his shoulder. "I'm Barb."

He turned to stare into the pretty face of a well-preserved brunette. Red lips parted, revealing even white teeth in a flashing smile. Blue eyes danced like stars in an evening sky. The face was round and smooth and without a blemish. Bob managed a grin. He casually inventoried the rest of her body. She was stunning. Shapely in the low-cut gown that invited his frank appraisal of her revealing breasts. He swallowed hard. Thirty-eight or thirty-nine, if he was any judge. High-arched, full, swelling breasts capped with enticing red nipples outlined through the sheer material of her strapless gown.

"I'm Bob Evans," he said easily, his smile broadening. "My first time at one of these things."

Barb laughed softly. She had a nice laugh. Easy on the nerves. Bob felt at ease. Connie's raucous laughter had always kept him on edge.

"I hope I draw you," Bob said for want of a better opener. "I'd love to make love to you."

"Why, thank you, kind sir," Barb said, curtsying, her face lighting up. "I might add that I've been secretly sizing you up all evening."

Bob's cheeks flamed. He coughed to cover his embarrassment. Barb smiled warmly. "Did I shock you?"

He shook his head. "No, not really. I wasn't prepared for your candor."

"Swapping does that to you," she returned easily. "Once you accept it, the rest is easy. Swapping mates every Saturday night is as easy as taking a bath and a hundred times more fun!"

Bob ran one finger around his moist collar. Sweat bathed his body. Thinking about making it with Barb fired his blood. Lord, she was sexy. He'd love to take a bite out of her big breasts!

"I've got to go!" Barb said. 'They're ready to draw keys. See you later."

She waved one hand and then moved across the dance floor to where Al and two other couples were patiently waiting for her. Bob watched her glide sensuously across the polished veneer, the soft material of her dress doing delightful things to her swaying buttocks and shapely legs. His loins swelled with desire.

Al watched Connie enter the main recreation room. He listened to the conversation around him as one man after another stepped up to take a key out of the hat he held in both hands. His eyes stayed glued on the trim, attractive blonde. His loins hardened with desire as he inventoried her ample bust, flaring hips, and long tapering legs. What a piece she would be! He could hardly wait until. he had her!

Connie raised her eyes to meet his gaze. He flashed her a message. I want you, his eyes read. I want to screw you tonight! She blushed and looked away. A grin touched the corners of his lips. His rising passion throbbed against the coarse material of his slacks. She'd read him all right. She knew what he wanted. Damn. If he could only be lucky enough to draw her.

The five other men in the room reached in and withdrew a key and stepped back. Al selected the last key. He stared at it and felt his passion die momentarily. The key was one he'd drawn before. A smear of yellow paint on the key. Joyce Moran!

"Shit!" He said under his breath.

Bespectacled Doug Moran let out a whoop and held up a brand-new, shiny house key. "Hot damn! Connie, where are you? You're all mine tonight!"

Joyce laughed loudly and clapped her stocky husband on the back. "You lucky shit! Hazel and Ruth were hoping to draw the new cutie!"

Al watched the startled, shocked look bloom in Connie's big blue eyes. She was so young and naive. She hadn't know about the two Lesbians in the group. He would have to explain how they'd got together at a swap party one night by accident and eventually divorced their husbands after becoming Lesbian lovers. They had retained membership in the swap group because they occasionally liked to indoctrinate other women in the forbidden fruit of the queen gods.

Hazel had already made the Lesbian scene with Edna Jordan. Ruth had earlier stalked off and gone home alone. The two Lesbians bickered and fought constantly. It was only a matter of time before they split up. The group had agreed to let them continue swapping. Two Lesbians on the premises gave swapping a kind of stable sanity.

Joyce looped one arm in his and dug a big breast into his side. "Let's go, lover!" She said, chuckling softly.

Al sighed deeply. Joyce was good in bed and agreeable to any games he wanted to play. Well, he had something new in store for her tonight. He'd always wanted to ram it up Barb's ass but she'd never let him. Tonight he was going to give it good to Joyce!

They moved toward the front door. Barbara was with Big Ed Fraser. She flashed him a sickly grin. Al chuckled as he passed them. Barb hated Big Ed. The man was something of a sadist who enjoyed treating his women with cruelty. He took them the way a brute animal stomps anything or anybody in his path. Ram, bam, thank you, ma'am. Tear it off once, twice, three times. That was Big Ed. Sex was sex, and his tool was a battering ram created to make women quake and scream for relief. Big Ed knew no other way to make love.

Al opened the front door for Joyce and took one last look around before departing. The new guy, Bob Evans, was at the bar with Diane Miller. He grinned. Bob was in for an evening of real fun. Diane was the wildest cunt in the group. She couldn't get enough. More than once he'd spent an entire night satisfying her in every way known to man. He'd succeeded with her once in three tries. He shook his head sadly in remembrance.

"I hope you're loaded," Joyce said outside the house. She moved roughly against him, big breasts stabbing him in the chest, firing his throbbing passion. One hand reached down to find and squeeze his aroused hardness through the fabric of his pants.

"I can go all night," Al said, flashing her a bright smile. "Let's not waste time here when your pad's waiting."

Joyce tossed her head and came out with an earthy laugh. She squeezed his maleness again and then led him toward her car, her hand applying pressure with every step. Al grinned and relaxed. Tonight would be fun. It had been a while since he'd drawn Joyce. She was one of the best pieces of tail in the group. He would leave her in the morning fully sated. Joyce had a way of emptying a man, depleting him completely.

He fell onto the car seat and caught a whiff of Joyce's perfume as she slid under the wheel. He was hot. Thinking of the new blonde had worked him into a lather. He knew he had to have the blonde soon. He could not wait long to claim Connie.

CHAPTER TWO

Connie turned the key in the lock. Doug stood patiently behind her. She eased the big oak door open, glad she had not left on a light. The neighbors were all asleep. She breathed a deep sigh of relief. It was one thing to commit adultery, but it was something else for the neighbors to spot a strange man leaving her house at seven in the morning. She would have to kick Doug out before dawn.

Doug closed the door behind them and leaned against it. The lock snapped into place. She turned on the upstairs hallway light and moved woodenly up the stairs. She heard him breathing heavily as he watched her.

"Let's have a drink first," he said, his voice thick.

Connie shook her blonde head and moved to the landing. Her loins fired with desire. She wanted him. She needed him. The sooner the better.

"No," she said, her voice firm. "I'm ready for bed."

"Aw, hell, baby," Doug whined, stumbling up the stairs after her. "One little old drink first... "

Connie ignored him. She moved into the master bedroom, unsnapping her hooks at the back of her dress as she kicked out of her heels. The sound of the ripping zipper was harsh and unreal. She sucked in her breath and let the gown fall to the floor.

Doug moved up behind her, pudgy hands circling her waist. Harsh breathing filled her ear. A bolt of desire triggered deep in her loins. She sobbed and spun out of his arms. He looked at her like a hurt puppy dog.

"Get your clothes off!" she snapped, sitting on the bed, unhooking her hose from the garter belt.

Doug's fingers moved to his tie. Numb fingers tugged at the bow. "I sure could use a drink," he mumbled.

Connie ignored him. She peeled the sheer nylons off her legs and wriggled out of her slip. She stood up, attired in panty girdle and brassiere. Doug's eyes popped out as he ogled her. She moved into the bathroom off the master bedroom and snapped on the light. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it and quickly divested her body of the irritating bra. Then she began wriggling out of the new panty girdle, teeth clamped together.

Her breasts bobbed as she worked. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full length-mirror on the opposite wall. She studied the ivory-skinned body, full-arched breasts, and flat tummy. The girdle moved down over flaring hips and firm thighs. She heaved a deep sigh as the stretch material surged past globular buttocks and down long, shapely legs to the floor. She leaned against the door and sobbed gratefully.

I've got a good body, she said to herself, studying her nakedness. Doug will like me.

She moved her hands to cup and gently squeeze her large breasts. The touch of her fingers on her flesh sent tremors racing through her body to ricochet through her loins. She hissed and felt her nipples grow firm and hard under her sensitive fingers. The heat of her nipples burned the palms of her hands. She pulled her hands away, turned out the light and opened the door.

The bedroom was dark. She stood in the entrance for a long moment before stepping inside. Here goes everything, she thought to herself, moving toward the king-sized bed.

A cigarette glowed in the dark. She turned that way and felt the nakedness of Doug brushing against her thigh. She hissed as his body heat consumed her in the flames of flaring passion.

"Want a drag?" he said, putting the cigarette to her lips.

She reached down until she found his limp maleness. "Here's what I want," she said, squeezing him fiercely, feeling his cock pulse to rapid hardness under trained fingers. "Get it up, Doug. Let's see how big you really are."

Doug grunted and smashed out the cigarette in an ashtray near the bed. She felt his maleness swell with sudden desire and leap to life in her hand. She sucked in her breath as the member grew rock hard and throbbed in her fist.

"Big enough for you?" He asked, his voice teasing.

Connie swallowed hard. Her body was on fire. She squeezed the massive cock and skinned it back. Doug hissed in pleasure. His rough hands touched her bare skin and moved about her waist and thighs to cup taut buttocks.

"Give it to me!" she cried out. "Bury it in me!"

Doug pulled her roughly against him. Hard, hairy arms circled her body. His lips mashed down on hers, tongue spearing her tongue, throbbing cock pulsating against the triangular patch of down between her trembling thighs. Desire built in her loins, the heat of his hot flesh against her pussy echoing to her brain.

She gave herself in the kiss, hands moving wildly across his broad back, down over narrow buttocks, around to play across muscular legs and hairy chest. She wanted him! Lord, how she wanted him!

They fell across the bed. Her arms and legs opened up as she rolled onto her back. Doug's weight pressed her down, the hairy chest warm and bristly against her body. His lips found hers again, and this time he caught and chewed on her full lower lip. She reached down with both hands, finding his throbbing cock, squeezing it in her hands, the flesh hot and pulsing in her grip. Tremors raced through her body. She could not wait any longer. She had to have him inside her.

She spread her legs wide, pulling the cock toward her hot vagina, brushing the head against the opening lips of her pussy.

"Give it to me!" she cried out. "All of it!"

He grunted and hunched over, on his knees. Hands dug into the burning flesh of her buttocks. Her legs slid over broad shoulders. He poised for a second, the head of his swollen cock against the opening of her flowering womanhood. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited. Then he pushed, shoving his throbbing cock deep into the squishy depths of her hot pussy. She sighed deeply. Tremors vibrated through her body. Her hips moved, undulating in the age-old way, drawing the stiff cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her burning inferno of lust.