Summer Swap 6-16

“Put our breasts together? That’s what you come up with? What are you guys, like eleven?”

Sully sat up. Now it was getting interesting.

Cody and Philippe regarded each other, plain-faced, shorts hiked down, both hands cupping their junk. Sully blocked out his view of their bare asses. Cody said, “Yeah, basically.”

Cheyenne looked at the other women, all of them smirking in some manner, shook her head and rolled her eyes.

Sully got up and scooted over to the other side, sitting next to Arlo on the sofa’s arm.

Cody said, “And, hey, you just had us put our dicks together and you were all lined up to watch.”

“Yeah,” Chey said, “but we didn’t think about anything like that when we were eleven.”

Scarlet scrunched her eyes and wriggled her nose, like she was thinking really hard, or recollecting. “I think I might have thought of that.”

“You did?”

Scarlet shrugged, did a sheepish look up and to the right. Chey laughed, then said, “Well, whatever, despite what weird Scarlet says”—Scarlet, offended, elbowed her—“what we watched was pretty adult, wouldn’t you say?” She elbowed Scarlet back.

Now Lily’s head peered past Carla. She said, “Are you trying to talk them into making it worse? You’re negotiating for their side.”

“Ah, shit. You’re right,” Chey said. Lily made a good point.

Carla said, “Okay, so what do we get for this, uh, mashing our breasts together thing? We get the docking, right?”

Cody and Philippe conferred in close-headed whispering again. Chey said to Carla, “What is docking? What am I agreeing to?”

Cody held up a hand and showed them four fingers. Chey’s eyes dropped to his half-uncovered man parts. He said, “Four seconds of docking.” He covered up again.

Carla: “We said five.”

“This is a negotiation,” Philippe said.

“So we’ll do it for four seconds, too, then.”

Philippe and Cody got their heads (with the ears) closer together and conferred quietly. They nodded in solemn agreement after a few hushed exchanges, then Cody turned, the duo’s spokesman, saying, “Ten seconds. Breasts to breasts . . . and you kiss each other.”

“Oh my god,” Chey groaned.

Paloma said, “Sim, sim, and you kiss each other too, yes?” She spoke hurriedly, like she was eager to see such a thing.

Cody’s handsome face wriggled in total bafflement, like he’d been stunned with a taser. “What? We’re not kissing each other.”

Carla waggled a thumb at her girl gang. “Then why would we kiss each other?”

Cody, all serious now, like his retort should be obvious for all: “Because none of you can dock or get docked. That’s why. God.” Napoleon Dynamite levels of disdain.

Chey said, “What is docking? We can’t dock?”

Carla went on her toes and cupped a hand to Cheyenne’s ear and whispered something. Cheyenne’s expression assumed the pose of a wolf howling at the moon, but in stunned silence. When Carla went back to her heels, Cheyenne stayed stunned, eyes wide and rolling, her slack mouth staying open. She shook her head to return some sense to her and said, “Yeah, okay, we’ll do that. I mean, I’ll do it.”

Cody and Philippe looked at each other again, then Philippe said, “With who?”

Lily put a hand on each girl’s shoulder, like she was a madam presenting prime brothel girls to some rich businessmen, saying, “Carla. Chey and Carla will do it. How about that?”

This was getting good. Sully would have picked Paloma and Carla, but it would be neat (and, yes, juvenile) to see Carla and Chey do it, too.

Cody frowned as he considered it. “Carla will like it too much. And I can see Carla’s, 24-7.”

Carla said, “This is true.”

Lily said, “Then who?”

Cody smiled. “You.”

Lily jabbed a thumb to her chest. “Me? Why me?”

“You’re not backing out of your own game, are you?” He narrowed his eyes and jutted his face toward her. “You know what I have to do?”

Lily smiled, raised her chin, making cute faces at the sky. “Okay,” she said at last, dropping her face down to look at Cody. “But you guys are all very weird and kinky.”

Cody’s eyes narrowed further. “We’re playing your game.”

“Exactly,” Lily said.

There was something fun and cute about the way Lily was behaving. Sully had never looked at Lily through a lascivious lens, but he couldn’t stop himself now. She’d always seemed morally upright, maybe even prudish, and definitely a good girl who would never behave like she was behaving now. Her whole personality changed when she was having naughty fun. There was something impish or childish about her, and he didn’t know if it was okay or not to get these funny feelings he was having for her.

Chey stepped up to the front of the pack, looking like she was ready to take her top off. Sully leaned close to Arlo, saying, “These are the best seats in the house.”

Both guys looked over at him and stared. “Oh yeah,” he said, smiling wanly. “Those are your wives. Should I see myself out?”

Arlo smiled a little at last and patted his knee.

Cody waved Cheyenne off like he didn’t want her to disrobe. Chey’s face dropped, like he’d hurt her. He said, “No, I think we should go first, me and Philippe.”

“Oh-h, well, well,” Scarlet said. “How generous.”

“Yeah, well, we might not be in the best state to dock after we watch that.” Cody raised his eyebrows and looked at them all, giving them the old ‘you-know-what-I’m-saying?’ face.

Chey said, “Why not?”

Lily said, “Boners.”

Cody shot a quick finger-pistol from his hip at Lily, winking and double-clicking his tongue on his cheek. “Yup. Boners.”

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Cheyenne had a front-row seat. Somehow she had ended up right where she wanted to be, in the fray, ready to rumble. Cody and Philippe were right in front of her, and she was part of the action. Part of the show. This was an exhibitionist’s wet dream. Who knew she liked so much to have so many eyes on her when she should feel at her most vulnerable? Like having to submit to a dirty task such as pushing breasts with Lily and making out for five seconds.

Everyone was behind her, and they would have to look around her to get a peep at the docking action. Except Sully, who obviously wanted nothing to do with the docking action, curled up on the sofa again, hiding his face. Philippe and Cody squared up, hands cupped between their legs, looking at each other. It might be the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. The sexiest showdown, that was for sure.

“Four seconds,” Cody said.

“Four seconds,” Philippe repeated. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Female bodies closed in behind Chey, everyone settling in to get a good look.

Both men let their genitals go and they fell and swung with beautiful heft. They were both chubbed. Cody rolled his eyes up, not wanting to look, while Philippe took his mighty tool and stretched it and tugged it, then pinched the foreskin and pulled and stretched.

“Here we go,” Philippe said.

“Here we go,” Cody said, looking down now, taking his own dick and holding it by the throat, choking it, stretching it out and readying his cock head. It had plumped up.

Philippe held his about the same way, and steadied it to meet Cody’s, retracting his foreskin, that chubby head of his squeezing out. Scarlet’s hand closed on Chey’s arm just above the elbow and her nails sank in. Scar whispered, “Oh my sweet golly,” and Chey giggled, feeling a wave of delightful lightheadedness.

The guys mushed their supple helmets into one another, and then Philippe let his foreskin go. It rolled outward to swallow his glans, and then he coaxed it further, guiding it to snug up against Cody’s. Then he rolled it further until it climbed over the swelling shape of Cody’s glans.

Chey’s mouth dropped at the ridiculous juvenile spectacle; the sheer libertine exercise of daring and then watching; all the participants pretending to be of a reluctant measure, but deep down everyone here was ready for the worst—they just wanted the excuse to do it.

“There we go,” Philippe said, taking one hand away so everyone could see his foreskin had consumed the end of Cody’s cock. Cody’s glans stretched against Philippe’s foreskin, the coronal ridge rippling under Philippe’s elastic (and veiny) extra skin. Chey had to cover her mouth, stifling a wicked gale of laughter that thumped up her throat. She glanced to the right to see Byron leaning to the side to get a peek, his eyes widening in horror, and her husband let out a disgusted groan, scrunching his eyes shut and retreating back to Arlo’s side. Chey did not shut her eyes, shot them back to see two big beautiful dicks docked before the short amount of time ran out.

At the count of five, Cody stepped back and their two penises disconnected and fell to swing between their legs. Cody gathered up his junk in two hands again and scrubbed them against his hip like it was itchy. He made an ‘ick’ face, and both he and Philippe burst out laughing. Chey turned to see Scarlet’s cheeks blazing red, her eyes wide and shocked. Chey and Scarlet looked at each other and burst out laughing, just like Cody and Philippe. Carla smiled; Lily looked devious and horny, eyes wide but brow lowered.

Both guys rubbed and jostled their junk and walked around in circles, gathering themselves after the wild ordeal, then hiking up their shorts and zipping the flies closed. They shook out their hands and rolled their heads around. Then Cody clapped his hands together and pointed at her with two combined index fingers. “Now it’s your turn, little lady.”

She smiled and bounced her eyebrows, her weight on her toes. “I guess it is,” she said. “You ready, Lily?”

“Uh-huh,” Lily said brightly, pivoting to face her.

Chey said, “Do we have to be topless, or can we put our breasts together under our shirts?”

Cody looked irritated. “What do you think?”

“Just making sure,” she said, crossing her arms over and pulling up her top. Lily did the same. Neither of them wore a bra. They both looked at each other’s breasts and Lily had nicer ones than she’d expected. A debilitating shimmer of shame washed up her back, and it weakened her knees. She loved the feeling. Wished the guys would make her do something way worse. She would do almost anything they asked.

A look to her right showed Sully awake again, watching from the other side, standing up now, wanting to get a good look. Chey looked back to see Arlo and Byron standing; even Carla and Scarlet and Paloma wanted to see.

Arlo said, “You got this, baby.”

Lily said, “Thank you, Da—” She bit her lips and smiled. Lily’s big blue eyes had gone dreamy.

Maybe they were both into this.

Chey said, “Any words of encouragement, Byron?”

Byron said, “Use your tongue.”

Everyone laughed, and that was nice, but she was left wondering if that was a barb from Byron, meaning he thought she was a bad girl who was going to go too far with this. She shook the thought away. If that’s what Byron thought, he should just say it.

As she squared up with Lily in about the same way Philippe and Cody had just done, Philippe said, “Nipple to nipple. Line them up first.”

Cody chuckled. Chey hefted her bosom and steadied them, getting closer to Lily, who did the same. They kept their hands in place until their breasts came together, then slid the hands away. It felt so strange to have a stranger’s breasts touch your own. She did not hate it at all. Lily had soft breasts. Her skin was like silk. But boy, her nipples went hard and she could feel her own nipples pushing into Lily now too. They were face to face and very close, both of them smiling, and neither of them showing any of the hesitation she had expected.

“We can do this,” Lily whispered.

Chey said, “Yes, we can.”

Then Lily pushed her soft mouth against Chey’s, and they both held their breath. And fucking Lily grabbed two handfuls of Chey’s ass in an unexpected clutch and hauled their pelvises together. Chey gasped, and when she did, Lily slid her slippery little tongue right inside Chey’s mouth.