White Rose: The Swap
by PJ
 
"I gotta get ready for cheerleading practice," said Emma as she stood up from the picnic table bench.  "See ya later!"
 
"Damn, she's got a hot ass!" grinned Bella, the tip of her soda straw pressed against her lower lip.
 
"Maybe all three of us can have a sleep over some weekend," suggested Tara with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
 
"That would be so cool!" exclaimed Bella, her eyes wide with enthusiasm.
 
"Are you going to ask your dad tonight?" asked Tara before she took a sip of soda.
 
"Yeah, but I know what he'll say," nodded Bella.  "He's in.  I think he really likes you."
 
Tara blushed deeply, sucking harder on her straw.
 
"What about your dad?" countered Bella, lowering her face, "do you think he'll want to be with me?"
 
"You bet!  He won't be able to get enough of you!" smiled Tara, reaching out to squeeze her friend's hand reassuringly.
 
"Lunch is almost over.  We better start heading to class," advised Bella, rising from the table before retrieving her books.
 
"I'll call you tonight!" promised Tara, holding her own books against her chest.
 
 
"Let me get this straight," said Tara's father, "you want to spend Friday night at Bella's house while she spends the night here?"
 
"Uh, huh!" nodded Tara energetically.
 
"I take it Mr. Santiago won't be helping you with your homework?" frowned Martin sharply.
 
"Dad!" groaned Tara.  "You'll have fun too!  Bella's really excited about sleeping here with you!"
 
"She's very pretty, sweetheart," murmured Martin, brushing Tara's soft brown hair with his right hand while she lay in his lap, "but you're the one I love. You're my daughter, my little angel."
 
"I know," sighed Tara, taking her father's hand and kissing one fingertip gently.  "But I want to do this, it'll be great!"
 
"Alright," smiled Martin, kissing Tara's forehead.  "You can go."
 
"Thank you!  I'll go tell Bella right now!" bubbled Tara, hopping off the couch and running upstairs to her bedroom.
 
 
The doorbell rang at 5:30 p.m.  Martin wiped his hands on the dishrag he was using, setting it on the counter before making his way to the front door.  He opened the door to find Bella standing on the porch, eyes brazenly staring up into his, her mouth working on a fat piece of chewing gum.
 
"Hey," greeted Bella with an indolent grin.
 
"Come in," offered Martin, holding the door open for the slim Hispanic girl. "Did you have dinner already?"
 
"Yeah," replied Bella, setting her overnight bag on the floor, her eyes taking in the living room and the stairs that led to the second floor.  "You got anything to drink?"
 
"Yes, I have soda and some fruit juice."
 
"I was thinking we could have something stronger tonight.  It is Friday after all, I don't have school tomorrow," grinned Bella before she blew a large bubble and popped it with her tongue.
 
Martin eyed the girl warily, arching one eyebrow.  Bella waited, chewing her gum loudly.
 
"I think I can get you what you want," smiled Martin wolfishly, walking towards the kitchen.
 
 
"Hi, Tara," smiled Tony warmly, helping the young girl with her bag.
 
"Hi, Mr. Santiago," grinned Tara, following the obese man into the house.
 
"Please, call me Tony," chuckled Bella's father, setting Tara's bag at the end of one leather couch.  "Do you want something to drink, or something to snack on?"
 
"Can you make some of your super-dooper nachos?" asked Tara hopefully.
 
"How hot do you want them?" inquired Tony from the open kitchen counter with a leer.
 
"Really hot," smiled Tara, licking her lips wantonly.
 
Martin lay in a stupor on the living room couch, the room stifling hot after Bella had asked him to turn off the air conditioning.  It was the height of summer, nearly as hot at night as it was in the day.  Sweat drenched Martin's white shirt and blue shorts, salty liquid poured from his body to puddle on the couch's surface beneath him.  He took a long swallow from the bottle of beer in his right hand, his attention focused on Bella as she pranced around the room like a sprite.  The young girl had stripped down to her red lace bra and panties.  She had turned the television's volume to the max, MTV roaring through the room while she swayed and gyrated to the heavy metal tunes. Bella upended the bottle of wine that Martin had given her, her throat gulping as she poured wine into her small, luscious mouth.  Martin's cock was aching as he watched the beautiful waif dance, the sway of her tight ass, the curve of her brown, growing breasts.  Bella smiled, watching her friend's father out of the corner of her eye.  She faced Martin, covering the mouth of the wine bottle with her lips, sucking on it like she would an erect penis.
 
"You're beautiful, Bella."
 
"You want me?"
 
"Yes!"
 
"Then take me."
 
 
Tara and Tony sat side by side on the couch, watching a video of a young, naked girl being whipped by a fat, masked man.
 
"That looks like it hurts," observed Tara, her gaze hypnotized by the S&M scenes flashing before her.
 
"Only at first," replied Tony, slowly taking Tara's small right hand, then placing it over his crotch.  Tara smiled slightly, glancing briefly at Tony, allowing him to slide her hand through his zipper and onto his warm cock.  "You start to enjoy it after a little while, it's very exciting."
 
"She looks like she's crying," retorted Tara, Tony's right hand over hers inside his pants, guiding her fingers up and down his pole.
 
"She's just acting," explained Tony with a husky sigh, his prick stiffening from Tara's gentle touch.  "Honey?"
 
"Huh?" asked Tara, turning to face Tony.
 
"Can you suck my cock, please?"
 
"Okay," grinned Tara, bending over the large man's lap, pulling his dong out of his pants before placing her young lips on the engorged head and sucking gently.  Tony groaned in ecstasy, his left hand digging into Tara's brown hair while she slid more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue caressing just below the throbbing tip.
 
Bella rested on hands and knees on top of the sweat-soaked couch, her naked body gleaming as Martin pounded into her ass in time with "Rock You Like A Hurricane".  The young girl moaned loudly, her small tits jiggling as Martin shoved his meat into her tight pussy, her juices dripping over the length of his member.  Martin squeezed Bella's small, flat belly with both arms, humping her buttocks, slapping his thighs against hers. 
 
"Fuck my ass!" groaned Bella, sweat slipping from her smooth cheeks.
 
Martin filled his left hand with cooking grease from a can on the floor, covering Bella's tiny anus with it, then rubbing it over her ass and into her rectum with one finger.  Bella moaned softly, turning her head to watch Martin fondle her taut little butt.  He grinned at her, placing the tip of his cock against her asshole, then slowly pushing it inside, forcing her hole open wide to accept the veined probe.  Bella moaned louder, closing her eyes, her arms shaking as Martin started thrusting into her rectum, stabbing again and again into her.  The naked girl slipped from her hands to her elbows, her ass thrusting up into the air, forcing Martin's prick even deeper into her butt-hole.  Martin grasped Bella's grease-slicked buttocks with his palms, massaging the tan, creamy flesh, so warm to the touch.
 
 
"I've never done anything like this before!" grinned Tara excitedly as Tony placed both of her wrists over the base of her spine before snapping his handcuffs over them.
 
"We'll start off easy," said Tony, positioning Tara at the foot of the bed so she would face the video camera positioned near the far wall.  "Open your mouth."
 
Tara obeyed, opening her mouth wide so Tony could place the red ball gag inside.  He fastened the leather belt around her head, making sure it was secure, yet not too tight.  Tony looked at Tara's face from the left, and she winked at him.  The naked fat man sat right behind Tara, his flabby, hairy legs on either side of her.
 
"Spread your legs for the camera, honey."
 
Tara complied, slowly opening her slim milky white thighs.  Tony placed his left palm over Tara's smooth, bare belly, his right hand sliding over her right thigh towards her crotch.  He caressed her pussy, the tender slit hairless and puffy.  Tara moaned into her ball gag, her cunt became wet almost instantly. Tony smiled, rubbing harder, his thick index finger stroking the naked girl's little clit.  Tara leaned back against Tony, the perfume of her hair filling his nostrils, arousing him while he fondled her warm cunnie.  Tara groaned softly, her eyes half-shut, her young nipples erect.  Tony licked the girl's right shoulder, her skin tasting so sweet, like the flesh of a ripe fruit.  The fat man poked his index finger into Tara's slit, slowly, gently probing into her moist vagina.  Tara moaned, her hips starting to buck against his hand, rivulets of glistening honey flowing out of her shivering pussy.  Tony buried his face in Tara's silky mane, crushing her against his fat body, absorbing her warmth, her sweat, as he probed deeper into her cunt, two fingers inside now, thrusting and shoving, sticky with her warm nectar.  Tara arched her back, her stomach clenched, her ribs showing as an orgasmic frenzy took control of her. She screamed into her rubber gag, cum squirting out of her pussy, little streams of cunt juice that arced into the air towards the watching camera. **************************