1 comments/ 56051 views/ 5 favorites College Swingers Ch. 01 By: Lionheart72 Chapter 01: Party Massage I met Ann at a party. It wasn't a big loud event, just some folks hanging out, drinking and listening to music. She was there with Scott, her boyfriend. I was there with Julie, my wife. Ann was a coed, a freshman actually, and very hot. She was tall and thin, with long dark hair, long legs and a tight belly, which she was showing off to great effect with the midriff-baring halter top and low riders she wore. We chatted, flirted, and hit it off. She liked my hair. Somewhere toward the end of the evening, she was lying on the living room carpet, feeling mellow, and I was sitting next to her. Scott and Julie were sitting next to each other on the couch, and a bunch of other folks were just hanging around. On impulse, I reached over and ran my fingers along her bare side, from her hips up to the edge of her halter top. Hell, I thought, that bare taut young belly was just laying there. I half expected to get slapped, but she just arched her back and purred like a cat. I slid my fingers up and down along her skin a few more times and she just purred. I figured, what the hell, let's see where this takes us. So, I slipped my hand under her side and started to massage the small of her back. Ann closed her eyes and her purr became a little moan. I leaned over her, slipping my other hand under her opposite side, and started gently but firmly kneading her back. Ann just sighed and melted against my hands. It suddenly occurred to me that half a dozen people were watching, including my wife and her boyfriend. Now, Julie wouldn't particularly have cared if I'd pulled Ann's jeans off and fucked her then and there on the carpet, as long as Ann was into it. I'm just a lucky guy and my wife's like that. Scott, on the other hand, I didn't know. Wondering if I was about to get my teeth knocked in, I glanced over at him. As it turns out, he didn't mind much either. In fact, judging by the huge bulge in his pants, he was obviously loving the show. That being settled, I turned my attention back to the lovely young coed laying underneath me. I worked my hands up Ann's back, under the fabric of her halter top. Casually, as if by accident, I started to push it up. She just arched her back again and her little top slid up to reveal her perky young breasts. They were lovely, pale and cone-shaped with little nipples hardening in the cool air of the living room. It was all I could do not to bury my face in Ann's tits, but I held off. I was putting on a show, after all. I casually brushed against her tits with my hands, pushing them together and stroking the sides with my thumbs. Soon, her perky little nipples were hard as diamonds. I decided it was time to move this show on to act three. I slid my hands downward, massaging her back and then moving over to caress her taut belly. From there, I didn't wait. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her low-rider jeans. My fingers brushed against her neatly trimmed bush. She wasn't wearing panties. Ann arched her hips and groaned. I took that as a yes. Without further ado, I unbuttoned the top of Ann's jeans, opening them just wide enough to reach my hand into her pants. I slid my fingers slowly along her trimmed little landing strip. I could hear her breathing, quick and shallow, anticipating what would happen next. I reached lower, slipping my fingers down between her thighs. Ann squirmed. She spread her legs slightly and, as she did, the tight fabric of her jeans pressed my fingers against her flesh. Her pussy lips felt warm and soft under my fingers. I could feel the growing wetness between them. Ann let out a soft moan as I traced my fingers along her pussy, teasing the edge of her lips. She squirmed some more, shifting her hips in an effort to loosen her jeans. My fingers continued to trace the edges of her pussy. Gently, I pushed one fingertip against her wetness, slipping between her pussy lips. She moaned louder. I pushed my finger deeper in and Ann lifted her hips slightly to meet it. My fingertip circled the opening of her vagina. Wet with her juices, I dragged my fingertip between her lips, spreading and lubricating her pussy until I reached the hard nub of her clit. Ann gasped and her hips bucked involuntarily as my finger grazed her clit. Firmly, I started to run my finger in a long, slow circle around her clit. Ann was moaning now in time to movements of my fingers. Her hips wiggled and bucked gently. I looked down and saw that her jeans had been pushed down further. Her trimmed pussy was plainly visible, framed by the fabric around her open zipper, and I could see my middle finger plunging up and down across her clit while my other fingers held her pussy lips aside. Ann's hips started to buck fiercely and her moans gave way to great panting cries. Laying next to her, I could feel her body tensing and quivering against me. Giving in to an earlier temptation, I leaned my head over her chest buried my face in her perky little tits. While my finger continued to vigorously rub her clit, I licked the slopes of her breasts and sucked her hard little nipple into my mouth. Her whole body arched, pushing her tits against my face. My hand shifted and I abandoned rubbing her clit for the moment. Instead, I pushed my hand lower, thrusting my finger deep into her pussy. The first finger was followed by a second, and then a third. Ann cried loudly as my three fingers pushed deep into her, fucking her pussy. All the while, I continued to lick and suck on her lovely tits. Her hand came to rest on the back of my head, tangling in my hair, which she loved so much, and holding my face against her breast. I stopped finger-fucking her and returned to firmly rubbing her clit. She cried out again, a long deep groan. Her hips tensed and quivered. My finger rapidly twirled over her clit while my mouth sucked on her nipple. Sensing how close she was, I took her nipple between my teeth and lightly bit down. It pushed her over the edge. Ann shrieked and her whole body convulsed in a massive orgasm. As she came, bucking and quivering, I kept my fingers firmly in her pussy, and continued slowly rubbing her. Each time my finger touched her clit, her body spasmed and she whimpered, her hips thrusting and rocking involuntarily. I could tell it was almost too much for her but I mercilessly kept on. The aftershocks of her orgasm blurred into another steady climb. Her hips thrust wildly and she panted and moaned as I drove her to a second shattering orgasm. Finally I stopped, leaving her limp and spent. I leaned over and gently kissed her lips. Taking my hand from her pussy, I lifted it to my lips and tasted Ann's juices, savoring them. I brushed my wet fingers against her lips and kissed her again, sharing her flavor with her. Ann smiled at me. The sound of clapping reminded me again that we were not alone. Looking up I saw that our audience had clearly enjoyed the show. Pat, our host, was standing in the doorway of the living room clapping while a bunch of people watched the action over his shoulder. A couple of single guys who had been in the living room with us had their pants open. Their hands were either moving in their laps as they jacked off or resting as they held their cum streaked dicks. In another corner a lovely brunette coed whose name I hadn't caught was on her knees with her head bobbing up and down as she sucked off some lucky guy. On the couch, Scott had his pants around his knees. Julie's hand was wrapped around his still hard dick, which was spurting ropes of sticky white cum down her fingers. Julie had a wide smile on her face. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and Scott's fingers were still slowly plunging into her pussy. They had definitely enjoyed the show. College Swingers Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Soft Swapping "You know what will happen if we go home with them." Ann sounded worried. "Yeah, I know." Scott was clearly trying to sound reassuring, but I could tell how eager he was, "I want it to happen." Standing just down the hall from them, I was pretending not to listen in. Personally, I found Ann's concern a little perplexing. After all, not ten minutes earlier she had been laying on the floor, her halter top up around her neck, her jeans open and my fingers in her pussy. She had climaxed in front of about a dozen partygoers while my wife Julie gave her boyfriend Scott a handjob. At this very moment, Julie was washing Scott's cum off her hands. The fact that Ann seemed worried about the prospect of going home with us and having sex in the privacy of our apartment seemed a little odd to me. On reflection, I guessed that Ann was one of those girls who defined sex rather narrowly. As long as penis didn't penetrate her pussy, she probably didn't think of it as sex. I let my eyes wander down her eighteen-year-old body and contemplated all the interesting options that left open, ranging from her long black hair, her pretty face and full lips, her lovely cone shaped breasts (I smiled at the kinesthetic memory of those perky little cones in my mouth), further down to her firm round ass and long legs. Lost contemplating all the possibilities, I missed the fact that Julie was out of the bathroom and someone else was going in (after Ann's and my little show, several partygoers had to clean up). "You guys ready to go?" Julie asked brightly. Scott smiled, "Yeah, let's." The four of us trooped out to my car. Julie and Ann hopped in the back seat and Scott grabbed shotgun, while I drove. Ann was still a little apprehensive. I heard her say to Julie, "Are you sure about this?" Julie's response seemed to be entirely non-verbal, based on the soft moan I heard from the back seat. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, I saw Julie kissing Ann rather thoroughly, one hand in the younger woman's hair and the other caressing her belly. Scott was looking back over his shoulder at the ladies, a huge grin on his face. Scott was a skinny young fellow, all arms and legs and a patch of bushy black hair. He and I looked at each other and smiled. I tore my eyes away to watch the road. "So," I said to Scott, "you're sure about this?" "Hell yeah," Scott said, "Are you?" "Yeah," I laughed, "Julie and I aren't really into monogamy, as such." "Cool," Scott's grin grew wider. A soft moan drew my attention back to the rear-view mirror. Julie and Ann were still kissing. Ann's halter had been pushed up and Julie's hand was caressing one of her perky little breasts. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of red. Suddenly remembering that I was supposed to be driving, I managed to hit the brakes before running the red light. "Hey," I barked, "Knock it off back there, I'm trying to drive." "Right," Julie replied, "sorry, no fair distracting the driver." Scott laughed. We made it back to the apartment without further incident. Julie led the way upstairs and we all tumbled into bed together, still fully dressed. Mind you, the bed wasn't actually big enough to fit four people comfortably. Ann, as the center of attention, ended up kneeling in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. Julie was half-laying at the head of the bed kissing Ann. Scott knelt beside the ladies, one hand caressing each of their backs. I found myself kneeling on the floor behind Ann, massaging her thighs. As I worked my way up her legs Ann started to quiver and groan. "What's making you do that?" Scott asked her, grinning. "Glen," Ann answered huskily, "he's rubbing my pussy." "I'm rubbing your legs, sweetie," I said, then I reached out and cupped her pussy through her jeans. She was so wet I could feel it even through the fabric. "This is me rubbing you pussy." Ann practically screamed, her hips bucking wildly. I think she had an orgasm on the spot. When her shaking subsided, I reached around, undid her jeans and pulled them off while Scott and Julie helped her out of her halter top. Since Ann hadn't worn a bra or panties, she was naked in short order. I hopped up onto the bed and lay beside her. I was sort of peripherally aware of Julie and Scott getting off the bed, dragging some pillows and blankets with them. I only had eyes for the naked coed next to me. Hungrily, I leaned in and kissed her mouth. My hands started to explore her slim body, caressing every inch I could reach, though paying particular attention to her back (where I knew she loved to be touched) and her breasts (which I couldn't get enough of). For her part, Ann was shoving her tongue into my mouth with wild abandon, as if she was trying to force it down my throat. It was a little off-putting to be honest, but I didn't let it bother me. Her hands were roaming over my body now, stroking my hair and my back. Eventually, she started tugging on my t-shirt and, without needing any more encouragement, I broke off our kiss and pulled it off. Grinning, Ann started to kiss her way down my chest, licking my nipples and leaving a trail of kisses down my belly. Her long dark hair spread out around her face, tickling my chest as she moved lower. I groaned in anticipation. After what seemed an age, her fingers started to fumble with the button of my jeans. I tried to help, but she swatted my hands away. Laughing at her own difficulties, she finally managed to undo my pants. She looked up at me, her lovely eyes meeting mine and her face splitting in a sultry grin. Then she took a firm grip on my pants and underwear and, with one firm jerk, pulled them down. I felt cold air against my dick, which by now was so hard it ached. Ann lowered herself until her long hair was dragging against my hard shaft. I groaned at the sensation. She looked up at me again, still smiling. One hand swept her long hair up away from her face as she leaned down to brush her lips against my dick. Softly, she kissed it, starting at the tip and teasing downward until she was nuzzling my balls, then brushing her lips back upward. When she reached the tip again, she licked it playfully. "I want you," she said, her lips grazing my shaft as she spoke, "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me." "OK," I breathed. What the hell else was I going to say at that point? She kissed the tip of my dick, taking it slightly into her mouth, then looked up again. "Where do you keep the condoms?" she asked. "The what?" I said. Oh shit, I thought. "We don't have any." "What!" Ann said, looking suddenly appalled. "What's going on?" Scott's voice came from across the room. "They don't have condoms," Ann replied. "I'm on the Pill," Julie interjected. Looking over, I saw that Scott and Julie hand made a nest of pillows and blankets on the floor. Julie was completely naked at this point. Scott was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, which looked a little odd on his spindly frame. "I'm not," Ann sighed, rolling over onto her back. "Scott do you have any?" "No," Scott said, sounding a little forlorn, "we used my last one this morning." "Arrrgh!" Ann cried, covering her face with her hands. I chuckled a little, pivoting on my butt until I was laying the other direction. My face was now level with Ann's pussy. I leaned forward and planted a teasing kiss on her thigh. "Don't worry about it," I breathed, "there are other options, which are just as fun. Maybe even more." I leaned in further and licked along the slick folds of her pussy. I'd always loved to eat pussy, and Ann tasted very sweet. I buried my face between her long legs and started to explore her with my tongue. Ann moaned. Her hips arched, pushing against my face. Soon, I felt her shift as she discovered that my change of position had, quite deliberately, left my dick in reach of her mouth. She resumed licking and kissing my shaft, moving with increasing passion. I could feel her moaning against my flesh as I licked her. My tongue found her clit and she let out a loud moan which was quickly muffled as she filled her mouth with my dick. I groaned into her pussy as her soft, wet mouth enveloped me. Ann slid her lips up and down my shaft. I started to lick her clit rapidly, trying to urge her on. It seemed to be working. She moaned around my shaft and took me deeper into her mouth. Shifting my weight a little, I brought my hand up and pushed a finger into her pussy while still tonguing her clit. Ann moaned, bobbing her head on my dick even more vigorously. Soon, the first finger was joined by another. I steadily fucked her with my fingers while my tongue swirled over her clit. Ann moaned louder. Her hips started to buck, her whole body quivered and she came, her scream muffled by the hard dick deep in her mouth. When her orgasmic convulsions subsided, Ann and I shifted our positions. I lay on my back and she lay beside me, taking my dick again in her mouth and sucking passionately. Movement seen out of the corner of my eye attracted my attention. I glanced over to see Scott with his face between Julie's legs, clearly eating her pussy. He had lost his boxers at some point, and his scrawny naked ass was raised in the air as he half knelt over her. By the blissful look on Julie's face, Scott was not unskilled with his tongue. Looking more closely at Julie's flushed face, I noticed a line of sticky white on her chin. With a start, I realized that while I had been eating Ann's pussy, Julie had sucked Scott's dick and he had come in her mouth. I felt a little surge of jealously, not at the fact that she had blown him but at the fact that I had missed it. I wanted to watch, damn it. Seeing Julie like that, combined with the feeling of a lovely brunette coed's mouth moving up and down on my dick, pushed me over the edge. My hips started to buck of their own accord. I could feel my balls tightening and my hips starting to thrust into Ann's pretty face. Surprised, Ann lifted her head quickly but not quickly enough. My dick erupted in her mouth, spraying cum across her tongue. Her head pulled back and the next spurts of cum landed across her chin and cheek. Her hand wrapped around my shaft. She slowly pumped me as more thick, white cum spurted out to cover her fingers. I looked down at her and smiled. I thought she made a lovely mess, with her long black hair wet with sweat and her chin, cheek and hand covered in gooey white spunk. She smiled back at me. More cum oozed out of her mouth and down onto her chin. Julie's orgasmic moans drew both of our attention over to the pile of blankets, pillows and naked partners nearby. She had one hand firmly gripping Scott's curly black hair, holding his face between her thighs. Her only hand was clutching her breast. His hands here holding her ass. Julie's nipples were rock hard and her chest and face were flushed. Her hips thrust upward at Scott's face and her whole body shook. When my wife finally stopped coming, I smiled over at her and Scott. "We have got to do this again!" I said. College Swingers Ch. 03 "So, what would you like to do for lunch?" Ann asked. "Well," I said, trying to play it cool, "there are a couple of burger joints, a good Chinese place, or we could go back to my place..." Ann gave me that contemptuous look a woman gives you when she knows you're just trying to get into her pants. "Let's get Chinese," she said. I smiled and led the way. Frankly, she was right. I did just want to get into her pants. After all, the first time we'd met was at a party, the highlight of which had been my hands down her pants. That evening had actually ended quite a bit later, with my wife and I taking Ann and her boyfriend home with us, to everyone's mutual enjoyment. Unfortunately, owing to a regrettable lack of condoms, we still hadn't actually hadn't met Ann's rather narrow definition of sex. I had been hoping to correct that today, but what the heck. Enjoying a good meal with a pretty coed wasn't sex, but I'll take what I can get. So, we went to nice little Chinese place I knew, ordered lunch, sat down and talked. Now ladies, you've always suspected it and I'll tell you the truth: there are indeed times when we guys have trouble listening to what you are saying. Especially when we are trying to remember what your naked breasts look like, or the sight of our cum on your face. However, men can occasionally get our minds out of our dicks and actually have a conversation with a woman. After not listening to whatever Ann had been saying, the conversation took an interesting turn. I'd asked her how she ended up at the party the other night. "Oh, I met this guy John at the Sci-Fi club on campus and he invited me," Ann said. "Do you know him? "Yeah, I do," I smiled. Yeah, I knew John. We had some mutual friends and the same taste in women, as evidenced by the fact that a few of my ex-girlfriends had gone on to become his ex-girlfriends. Actually, I suspected a couple of them had cheated on me with him, but I didn't really mind. I couldn't really, with John. It was just the sort of thing he did. John also had a habit of hanging around the campus Sci-Fi club and picking up whatever hot young coed caught his eye. Then my inner geek made another connection. "So, you go to the Sci-Fi club?" Suddenly, we had something I could be interested in talking about other than sex. Not to say I wouldn't have preferred sex, but like I said, I'll take what I can get. Turns out we liked a lot of the same movies. We spent the next half hour or so discussing the relative merits of Peter Jackson's version of King Kong and bashing the new Star Wars movies. (OK, so I'm a geek. What's your point?) All in all, it was a pleasant enough way to spend my lunch hour. As we finished with our food, and still debating aspects of the Dark Side of the Force (Ann turned out to be much more knowledgeable than I in the wider world of the Extended Universe), we walked together toward the parking garage where my car was. Glancing at my watch, I offered to give Ann a ride up to campus. "No," she laughed, "It's not far. I'll just walk." "OK," I said. "Hey, this has been fun. We'll have to get together like this again." "Yeah," she answered with a funny smile. She leaned toward me, I leaned toward her and our lips met for a quick kiss. The whole sex thing flashed back into my mind, but I was determined to be a gentleman. It had been a nice friendly lunch and it could end with a brief, friendly kiss, I said to myself. Yeah, right. Ann and I looked at each other for a long moment, our bodies inches apart. Then we practically lunged at each other. Her mouth met mine with bruising intensity. I noted abstractly that I could taste the spicy sauce of her lunch on her lips. Our bodies melted against each other. Her hands tangled in my hair and mine grabbed her back. She moaned against my mouth and pressed herself tightly against me. So much for the whole brief, friendly kiss thing. Suddenly, she pulled back. "Don't you have to get to work?" she asked. "I'll be a little late," I grinned, leaning in to kiss her again. After a while, she pulled away again. "I have class." "Blow it off," I smiled, leaning toward her again. This time she grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. Her smile became sultry. "I'll 'blow it' alright, but we can meet tonight to do that." "If you like," I smiled, "or..." I slipped a hand into my pocket and a moment later brought it back up to show her the condom I'd been carrying, "I've got some of these now." I was actually rather startled when Ann lunged at me again. Her skin felt hot and soft as she pushed her mouth against mine. Barely breaking the kiss, she muttered against my mouth, "Where's your car?" I really don't recall how we made it into the parking garage or found my car, but I know it was done quickly and with a lot of laughing. When we got to the car, Ann clearly wasn't in the mood to waste time. She tossed open the back door and pushed me down to sit on the seat, my legs still sticking out the door. She knelt down outside, unfastened my jeans and, while I struggled to pull them lower, reached into my underwear and pulled out my stiffening dick. I froze as her long fingers wrapped around my thick shaft. She leaned forward and brushed her lips across the tip of my dick. Ann let out a soft sigh, which I felt against my hard shaft, and enveloped me in her warm wet mouth. I groaned as she slowly lowered her head down onto me. She paused, holding me deep in her mouth for a moment, then started to bob her head up and down slowly. I groaned louder and pushed my hips up to meet her. She lifted her head up farther and my dick popped out of her lips. After her hot mouth, the air of the parking garage was shockingly cold on my shaft. "Where's that condom?" Ann asked with a sultry grin. "I want this dick inside me, right now." I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out the condom. As I hastily unwrapped it, Ann stood up in front of me. Right there, standing next to my car in the parking garage, she unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down and stepped out of them. She wasn't wearing panties. I was beginning to think she never did. For a moment, I just stared at her as she stood in front of me, wearing only a tank top. My eyes traveled up her long shapely legs to the neatly trimmed landing strip above her pussy. She smiled at me. "Are you going to put that on?" she asked. I had almost forgotten the condom I was holding. Without waiting for a reply, she leaned forward and took the latex sheath out of my hand. As she bent over and started to unroll the condom over my dick, I found myself looking at her shapely ass. As her warm fingers forced the tight latex over my tip and down my shaft, I imagined someone coming into the garage and seeing this gorgeous long legged coed with her naked ass in the air as she leaned into the back door of a car. I grinned. Then Ann was pushing my legs into the car and climbing in after me. With some difficulty, she managed to get herself in, facing me and straddling my lap. Her breathing was already deep and heavy. Her sultry grin had given way to something more primal. She shifted her hips and I could feel the wet heat of her pussy, muted by the latex covering my dick. Ann started to arch and roll her hips. I felt the wet folds of her pussy sliding along the length of my shaft, lubricating the condom with her juices. I shifted my hips. The tip of my shaft slipped between those folds and I felt myself pressing against her tight opening. Ann gasped and froze. She looked into my eyes, her breath coming in quick, almost panicked gasps. I suddenly wondered if she was ready for this, if she was suddenly remembering that she had a boyfriend and I had a wife, neither of whom were here. I knew that my wife, Julie, wouldn't mind at all. I wasn't sure about her boyfriend. In my experience watching your lady fucking another man was different than having her doing it on her own. I was just about to suggest that maybe we should stop, when Ann shifted again, pushing her hips down. We were both panting, our bodies shaking. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, but all my attention was focused on the tip of my dick. I could feel it pushing against the tight opening of her pussy. I felt her part slightly and the very tip of my shaft entered her. She was so tight, we both gasped. Moaning, Ann rocked her hips as she tried to work my thick dick into her tight pussy. Slowly, I pushed deeper and deeper into her. I looked into Ann's eyes, still wondering if we should stop, wondering if I really could. With a loud groan, she pushed down hard, finally taking me completely inside her. We sat like that for a moment, in the cramped space of my car's back seat, both adjusting to the presence of my thick, hard dick deep inside her. Even dulled by the condom, the feeling of her soft walls flexing around my shaft was incredible. Then Ann started to lift herself slowly upward. I wondered briefly if we were done, but just as I was about to fall out of her, she lowered herself back down. She started to move, up until only my tip was in her, and then slowly down, until I filled her completely. My hips began to move with her rhythm. She let out a loud moan and started to move faster. Hesitation faded and Ann started to ride me hard, crying out as I filled her with each thrust. As our frantic passion returned, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tank top up, revealing her perky little cone-shaped breasts. (I don't think this woman ever wore underwear of any kind). I buried my face in her tits, sucking first one puffy little nipple and then the other into my mouth. She moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair, and pounding her hips against mine with almost bruising force. Suddenly, Ann's whole body tensed. Thrusting deep into her, I bit down on her nipple. She cried out, her body quivering as her orgasm overtook her. It was enough to set me off and I moaned against her breast as my tight balls filled the condom with cum. We sat there for a minute, tangled together in the back seat of the car, trying to catch our breath. Finally Ann panted, "I really need to go." "Yeah," I agreed breathlessly, "I really should get back to work." Ann pulled herself off my shaft. As I fell out, we both groaned at the sudden shock of our bodies' separation. Ann gave me a strange, almost puzzled, look. "Can I call you?" I asked. "Maybe we can get together this weekend?" "I'll email you," she said, her sultry grin reappearing, "and we can all get together." With that, she clambered out of the open door of the car. She spent a minute looking around for her jeans, found them and hastily pulled them up over her naked hips. With a final grin in my direction, she raced off. I watched her go. Then pausing only to smile and shrug at the old fellow standing next to his nearby car, who had clearly gotten a good look at Ann's naked bottom half when she'd hopped out, I pulled off the condom and looked around for something to clean myself up with. College Swingers Ch. 04 "So, crazy naked sex orgy next Saturday?" asked Scott with a grin. "Is it really an orgy," Julie wondered out loud, "if it's just the four of us?" The cashier at the student café, wide eyed and blushing, declined to offer an opinion on the issue as Scott and Julie paid for their meals. Together, the lanky, shaggy-haired young college student and his attractive blonde lunch companion made their way to a quiet booth in an out of the way part of the dark, underground café. As they slipped into their seats, Julie found herself singing along to the music playing in the background. One of the reasons she enjoyed the café so much was that they played good music. It certainly wasn't the food. As she finished up the last verse, Julie saw Scott smiling at her and doing a credible job of pretending he wasn't looking down her blouse. "You're pretty good," he grinned. "Thanks," she said, "I always loved that music." "Well," Scott replied, "if you like them have you listened to..." He launched into a lengthy discussion of his favorite obscure alternative rock bands. It was a topic Julie found she could embrace warmly. For a time, hesitant at first, then gently probing, growing in vigor that finally turned fiercely passionate, the pair discovered their shared love of music. "Thanks for meeting me for lunch," Scott ventured during a contented pause. "No problem," Julie answered. "I thought it would give us a chance to talk. Glen and Ann had their lunch together, so I thought we should too." "Yeah, Ann told me all about that," Scott said. Julie heard the unvoiced question and saw the searching look in his eyes. "Glen told me ALL about it too," she said with a smile. Actually Julie personally felt that Glen's description of his lunch date had been rather unnecessarily detailed. She really hadn't needed to hear about every moment of her husband's encounter with the young coed, whose boyfriend was currently sitting across from her. On the other hand, Glen had seemed to find recounting the event rather inspiring and Julie had quite enjoyed the things it had inspired him to do. Suddenly, she felt a little warm. Looking at Scott, she saw something else starting to form behind his eyes. "Don't get any ideas," Julie smirked as she playfully wagged her fork at him, then turned her attention to finishing off her salad. "So," Scott ventured again a few minutes later, "what do you think about next weekend?" "I think it should be a lot of fun," Julie said honestly. Strange as she knew it seemed to others, Julie had no problem with the notion of Glen having sex with another woman. What's more, she knew Glen enjoyed watching her with another man. Julie thought Scott and Ann were a nice younger couple. Their last encounter had been very pleasurable. Unfortunately, a lack of condoms had prevented the couples from doing more than what Scott had called "soft swapping." Julie had been a little disappointed, especially since she was on the Pill and so wasn't all that worried about getting knocked up. Still, she hadn't felt it fair to let Scott inside her when Glen couldn't do the same with Ann. Glen and Ann had gotten past that point during their little lunch date, and Julie was frankly looking forward to a chance with Scott. "You know," Scott was saying, "We're really glad to have hooked up with another swinger couple." "Swingers?" Julie said curiously, wondering who Scott and Ann had hooked up with. Despite their distinct lack of monogamy, Julie had never thought of her and Glen as swingers. She'd never really thought of them as anything but Julie and Glen. "Yeah," Scott was talking quickly and obviously enthusiastic about his topic, "it's nice to have found you guys. It's hard to find another couple that's serious and comfortable with each other, who are OK with having sex with other people. No strings, no emotional ties, just casual sex between people for fun. I mean, you work out the rules for your relationship and how you're going to handle messing around with other people and you enjoy it. Mostly, we've just found guys looking to cheat on their girlfriends or people who aren't willing to go beyond watching or maybe some soft swapping." Julie just blinked. She was having trouble taking in everything he was saying, but somehow it didn't sound quite right. Certainly, it sounded a lot more thought out and defined than her and Glen's vague notions of non-monogamy. All she could do was nod. "Of course," Scott continued sliding around the booth to sit beside her, "it's also a great way to have sex with hot women like you." Julie couldn't help but smile at the complement. "Is that what you want next weekend?" she said with a teasing note in her voice, "Sex with a hot woman while her husband and your girlfriend watch?" "Hell, yes," Scott's voice was suddenly husky. He was so sitting close, she could feel the heat of his body. "I'd also like..." he trailed off. "Yes," Julie grinned, "What would you like?" "I'd like to see you and Ann getting it on," Scott whispered passionately. "Oh, yeah," Julie put all the sultry tease she could muster into her voice, "you'd like to see me kissing her?" "Yeah," Scott almost groaned, "I want to see you two kissing..." Julie felt Scott's hand brush against her side, "...and caressing..." his hand slipped under her loose blouse and started to slide across her skin "... and licking..." he reached her bra and gently cupped her breast in his hand "... and sucking..." Whatever might have come after "sucking" was lost when they kissed. Julie wasn't sure later if she had moved first or Scott had, but suddenly their mouths were locked together, their tongues struggling against each other. Scott's hand gripped her breast firmly. His thumb circled her nipple, teasing it to hardness and flicking over it in a way that made Julie jump and squeal even through the kiss. Julie sighed a little when his hand suddenly relinquished its hold on her breast and slid back down her side. His other hand was holding her head, stroking her hair while holding her tightly in the ongoing kiss. She wrapped one arm around him and with the other found herself reaching under his shirt to touch his firm, young chest. She was a little startled when she felt his free hand start to slide up her thigh. She tried to pull away, but he held her head firm and kissed her even more passionately. Only when Julie felt his fingers slip under the elastic of her panties did she really jump. With a loud squeal, she started to pull away. After all, quiet booth or no, they were in the student café at lunch time, making out, with her hand on his chest and his up her skirt. Suddenly, Julie felt very, very warm. Somehow, in trying to push away, she found she had shifted and now his fingers were truly inside her panties. In fact, they were now resting on the hot, slick folds of her pussy. Scott had fairly talented fingers, Julie remembered. Not quiet as talented as his tongue, she also recalled, a line of thinking that did nothing for extracting herself from this situation. Scott, clearly feeling her pulling away, released her mouth from his. Still so close their lips were almost touching he asked, "Should I stop?" Given the circumstances, Julie felt the question was both highly appropriate and very appreciated. However, she did feel that Scott's chivalry was being slightly undercut by the fact that his fingers were still gently stroking her pussy, eliciting shivering sensations throughout her body. It made it a little hard to just ask him to stop, which Julie felt was probably the point. As she thought about what to do, Scott's fingers slipped between the outer folds and started to stroke her warm inner lips. Making up her mind, Julie pressed her mouth against Scott, pausing only long enough to moan, "No, don't stop." Their bodies were pressed close together, mouths locked once more in a fierce kiss. Julie knew that, if anyone happened to glance into this booth, they would see a college couple passionately necking. She kind of hoped they wouldn't notice that one of Scott's hands was under her skirt. She did her best not to move too much while Scott's fingers danced between her wet folds and brushed teasingly against her clit. Her whole body was shivering and kept unconsciously trying to shift her hips to bring those searching fingers into sustained contact with her most sensitive parts. Julie found herself wondering if anyone was watching. She had had her eyes closed for a while now. She usually closed them when she was kissing. Was someone really seeing this, she wondered. Did they know how far things had gone? Could they tell she was right on the edge? The very thought fed her passion, bringing her closer to the brink. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked. For an instant, she caught sight of a strangely familiar blushing face. Surging passion forced her eyes shut again as her whole body tensed. She was glad Scott was still kissing her, because she was sure her groan would have alerted the entire café. As the aftershocks of her orgasm faded, Julie released Scott's mouth and leaned back against the back of the booth. "Well," she said breathlessly, "that was fun." "Glad you liked it," Scott panted. Julie smiled, "Your turn." Glancing around, Julie didn't see anyone watching at the moment. She wondered briefly who it was she had seen before, or if there had really been anyone. It didn't matter, she decided. There was no one now. With a sultry look at Scott, she slid down under the table. His eyes grew wide as he realized what she had in mind. Without hesitating, she knelt down under the table in front of Scott. She reached up and quickly unzipped his fly. His rock hard dick was straining against his boxers. Julie shook her head. She just couldn't leave him like this, she thought to herself. It wasn't fair to him. As it was, the front of Scott's boxers were wet with pre-cum. He'd never get through the day like this, Julie thought as she reached in and pulled his hard shaft out from under the damp fabric. Above her, Scott groaned as her fingers wrapped around him and the cold air hit his hardness. He was doing his best to look nonchalant and pretend that a hot blonde wasn't kneeling under the table holding his dick in her hand. Julie wrapped her fingers tightly around Scott's shaft and pumped her hand up and down a couple of times. She could hear his stifled groans in response. Then she leaned forward and gently ran her tongue around the head of his dick. The taste of his salty pre-cum filled her mouth. Scott's hips lifted, pushing his shaft toward her. With another playful lick, Julie lowered her mouth around his head, sucking it in and then releasing it. Scott's hips quivered as he thrust at her. Julie licked down the length of his shaft and back up. She alternated between rolling her tongue along his dick and sucking it into her mouth. Scott's hips started to jerk rhythmically, thrusting in time to her sucking. Julie could tell he was too turned on to last long. Suddenly, he tensed and groaned above her. Scott's shaft hardened and surged, pumping spurt after spurt of cum across her lips and tongue. Thick, salty semen filled her mouth and Julie swallowed. She would rather not have, but she knew most guys preferred it for some reason. Glen always had and, judging by his stifled moaning, Scott did too. Besides, she reasoned, she really didn't have anything handy to spit it out into. When she was sure he had finished, Julie gently slid Scott's slowly deflating dick back into his boxers and squeezed out from under the table. They smiled at each other, both a little shaky after their recent exertions. Finally Julie said, "So, I guess I'll see you next weekend." "Yeah," Scott said, still a little breathless, "I'm really looking forward to it." With a final smile at Scott, Julie stood up, straightened her clothes and walked out of the café. At the door, a voice stopped her. "Excuse me, miss." Julie turned to see the cashier from earlier. Suddenly Julie recognized the young woman's face as the one she had seen just before she came. Shit, Julie thought, we're busted. She wondered what was going to happen. "You have something there," the cashier said, pointing at her. Blushing a little, Julie wiped at her face. "No," the cashier said, stepping closer, "here." The young woman quite suddenly reached out and brushed her fingers along the edge of Julie's cleavage. Julie stood stunned, but she felt her body warming again as the other woman's fingertips traced the edge of her breasts. Julie looked down to see the woman's fingers scooping up a line of shiny semen which must have escaped her lips when Scott came. The cashier wiped the incriminating cum on her work apron and smiled. "Have a fun weekend," she said. "I'm Julie." "I'm Ivy," the cashier offered. College Swingers Ch. 05 Chapter 05: Full Swap I don't know about you, but I've always been a little uncomfortable just having another couple over for sex. It's ok when it just happens, like the first time my wife Julie and I hooked up with Scott and Ann, but planning it feels a little odd. I mean, there you are, two couples standing together in the living room: "Hi, guys. How was your week? Let's fuck." Awkward much? Julie, ever the practical one, suggested that we all go out and catch a movie before heading back to our place. At least then things could feel a little more natural. So Julie and I picked up Scott and Ann at their dorms and we all headed out to watch Kate Beckinsale in a skin tight black outfit fighting werewolves. Call me a geek, but it definitely diffused the awkwardness. It also provided a nice segue into our other plans for the evening because Ann, with her lithe body and dark hair, sure had the Kate Beckinsale look going for her. Back at the apartment afterward, we found ourselves lounging around the living room floor, cheerfully ripping the movie to shreds. It wasn't coincidence that Scott was sitting with my wife and I was sitting with his girlfriend, but it was comfortable and relaxed. Which is not to say that I hadn't spent the entire time, in the car, at the theater and now lounging about, picturing Ann naked, flushed and panting. I had and I was confident Scott was having the same thoughts about Julie. (Hell if I know what the ladies were thinking. Total mystery to me.) It's just that we were all pretty relaxed and comfortable about it. The pause in our conversation about vampire hybrids and lame sequels came quite naturally. One minute we were all laughing and then suddenly, everyone was quiet. The ladies shared a long, significant look. Then Julie and I looked at each other. Ann and Scott, I'm sure, shared a glance of their own. It was like a switch had been thrown. Julie smiled and I turned to look at Ann. She had a strange, almost dreamy, expression on her face. "I really like your hair," she said, reaching out and running her fingers through it. Hell if I know why, but lots of women seem to like my hair. This didn't seem like a good time to mention that to Ann though. So, I kissed her instead. She leaned into me, pressing her lean young body against me. Her lips felt hot and soft. I lay back on the floor and let her slide down on top of me, our lips still locked together. My hands ran along Ann's back and she arched, purring against my mouth. Ann and I lay like that, kissing, her hands wrapped in my hair and mine running up and down her back. After a time, I was surprised by a second pair of hands on Ann's back. Ann sat up, breaking our kiss, as the new hands pulled her top up over her head and tossed it away. Ann never wore a bra and her perky, cone shaped breasts were a wonderful sight. Julie, the owner of that second pair of hands, seemed to agree. At least, she was smiling as she ran her hands down Ann's arms and cupped those wonderful little breasts. Julie, I noticed, was also topless. Her breasts were fuller and rounder than Ann's. Julie's nipples, larger than Ann's little eighteen-year-old buds, were already hard and shiny wet with saliva. I shot a look at Scott, who was kneeling behind Julie. He was just grinning as my wife rubbed his girlfriend's breasts. Ann arched her back and turned to kiss Julie. I watched as my wife's blonde hair mingled with Ann's dark tresses. Ann's perky little breasts pressed against Julie's full ones and their hands roamed across each others' backs. As Scott and I watched, Ann started to kiss her way down Julie's throat. Julie moaned as the younger woman's mouth nipped and sucked on her neck. Ann cupped Julie's breasts and lowered her lips to Julie's nipples. "Ow!" Julie jumped suddenly. "Hey, no biting." It was the first thing I heard anyone say since we'd started making out. Everyone laughed. "Sorry," Ann said, blushing. She took Julie's nipple back into her mouth, gently sucking it. "Is that better?" Ann purred, her voice muffled by Julie's breast. "Mmmmm, yesss," Julie sighed, wrapping her fingers in Ann's dark hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Scott tossing his shirt aside. I glanced over, and saw he was hastily unbuttoning his jeans. He paused when he saw me looking and his grin widened. Without further hesitation, he pushed his jeans and boxers off. Standing proudly naked in my living room, the lanky young man wrapped his hand around his long, hard penis and turned his attention back to the ladies. Julie was gently pulling Ann's head up. Ann gave one last, playful suck at Julie's breast, causing my wife to moan deeply. Ann leaned her head back. Julie was cupping Ann's face in her hands, looking down at the younger coed. Julie leaned down and kissed Ann again, their tongues darting. Then, Julie started to kiss her way down the young coed's body until she was sucking Ann's pert little cones. Ann sighed, wrapping her hands around Julie's head. Scott, naked and hard, moved to kneel beside Julie. He quickly pushed her skirt down off her hips. Not to be outdone, I moved up next to Ann and, reaching between the ladies, started to unbutton her jeans. As I struggled to push Ann's tight pants down, Julie started and moaned into Ann's little breasts. From the way Scott's hand was moving, I knew he was reaching inside Julie's panties to rub her pussy. The ladies broke apart, both standing so that Scott and I could fully undress them. With Ann's help, I pulled her tight jeans off. As far as I could tell, she never wore panties, and her pussy was neatly trimmed and already swollen and wet. Kneeling in front of her, I couldn't resist the temptation. I pushed my head between her legs and dragged my tongue along her slick folds. She tasted wonderful. Startled, Ann gasped and moaned as my tongue probed her. Her hand clenched in my hair and she struggled to keep her balance as my tongue lashed the sweet nub of her clit. Ann moaned and started rocking her hips, pushing her pussy into my face. Suddenly, she pushed away. "You're overdressed," she said with a grin. It was true. Ann was standing in front of me, naked. She was a sight with her perky little breasts, and their hard little nipples, flushed and heaving, her taut belly sloping down to the neatly trimmed strip of hair above her wet pussy. Next to us, Julie and Scott were sitting comfortably naked together. Scott was caressing my wife's full, round breasts, his fingers playfully tweaking her big, hard nipples. Julie's hand was sliding up and down the length of Scott's hard shaft. Meanwhile there I was, still fully dressed. "I've been busy," I smiled, wiping Ann's juices off my lips. I quickly corrected the situation, pulling off my clothes as best I could. Sadly, I think only strippers can undress quickly without looking a little foolish. I didn't have much time to feel self-conscious however, since no sooner was I naked than Ann practically pounced on me. With the sultry grin I was coming to associate with her at times like these, she pushed me down and positioned herself between my thighs. Looking over Ann's shapely ass, I saw Scott and Julie still sitting as they had been, fondling each other and watching as Scott's girlfriend lowered her head into my lap. I gasped as Ann's tongue fluttered over my balls. With little flicks, Ann licked her way up my hard shaft. Each brushing touch of her tongue sent a spark of pleasure through me. Throughout, I kept my eyes locked on my wife. Julie smiled back at me, her hand still lazily pumping on Scott's dick. When Ann's teasing reached the head of my dick, I moaned loudly. Julie smiled as Ann's hot, wet mouth engulfed my shaft. Julie and I had done something like this once before with Ann and Scott, but this was the first time we'd really watched each other. I found it an unbelievable turn-on, and it just kept getting better. With a wide grin, Julie lowered her face down to Scott's lap. She looked me straight in the eyes for a second, then my loving blonde wife turned and lowered her head into Scott's lap. Scott groaned, and I groaned with him, as Julie licked tip of his shaft, swirling her tongue around his length before taking him into her mouth. Some people, I know, just don't get it, but for me the sight of my wife sucking that young guy's hard shaft was just outrageously hot. Of course, having his hot girlfriend swallowing my own dick while I watched sure helped. I tore my eyes away from my wife's lovely blonde head bobbing up and down in Scott's lap and turned my attention back to the hot young coed who was vigorously sucking me. Ann lay curled beside me. Her long, dark hair was spread like a curtain over my legs, her perky little breasts rested on my leg and her lovely long legs and firm little ass were curled next to me. I ran my hands across Ann's lovely ass and up and down her long legs. She shifted herself, spreading her long legs apart. I slid my hand up her thigh and slid my fingers into her wet pussy. Ann wiggled and moaned around my shaft as I started to rub between her wet folds. Then she squealed, sparking even more pleasant feelings in my dick, as my searching fingers found the hot nub of her clit. Next to us Scott started to grunt and moan loudly. I glanced over to see his eyes glazed with lust. He was laying back, stretched out with Julie leaning over him. My wife was vigorously bobbing her head up and down on the head of Scott's dick while her hand pumped his shaft. Scott was rocking his hips, pumping his shaft toward Julie's face, clearly trying to fuck her mouth. Julie was obviously struggling a little. Julie's a willing cock-sucker, but she just isn't able to do the deep throat trick. Scott was clearly trying to push his way deeper into her mouth than Julie could manage. Finally, with a gasp, Julie lifted her head off of Scott's thrusting shaft. "I want you to fuck me," my wife said huskily to this young man. Scott, eyes glazed, his hips still bucking slightly, looked at her uncomprehendingly. "Ohhh, fuck me now. I want this dick in my pussy." Julie repeated, squeezing Scott's shaft. Scott didn't need to be told again. He grabbed a little franticly for the box of condoms sitting nearby. Julie snatched one out of his hands and quickly rolled it down his straining shaft. I sighed as Ann lifted her head from my lap. She turned to watch her boyfriend roll my wife onto her back and position himself over her. Scott settled eagerly between Julie's thighs, rubbing his latex-sheathed dick against her. Grinning, Julie reached down between her legs and guided his shaft toward her opening. With a long groan, Scott slowly slid himself into my wife's wet and willing pussy. Julie moaned, smiling as his hard length penetrated deeply into her. Scott's scrawny ass clenched as he buried himself between my wife's shapely thighs. Julie wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him further into her. They lay together like that for a moment. I could see Julie smiling up at Scott. The younger man's ass flexed as he started to move inside my wife. "Oh yes," Julie moaned softly as her hips rose to meet his thrusts, "Oh, fuck me." Scott started to pump faster as Julie moaned, urging him on. He trust into her with quick, rough thrusts, just the way I know my wife likes it. Scott's eyes became fixed on my wife's full breasts which bounced and shook with each punishing thrust. With a savage groan, Scott buried his shaggy head in Julie's chest, sucking fiercely on her full breasts. Julie gasped. Her hands wrapped themselves in his curly hair and she arched and writhed under him. Ann and I lay watching them in fascination. Ann's head was still resting on my lap with my dick resting against her cheek. I was rock hard and I could feel massive amounts of pre-cum leaking from my shaft onto Ann's cheek and hair. She didn't seem to notice. Her fingers gently caressed my balls. I could feel her hot breath on my thigh, panting as she watched. I rested one hand in her hair while caressing her firm little ass with the other. We just lay like that, watching her boyfriend's skinny behind pumping harder and faster between my wife's legs. "Oh fuck," Scott groaned into Julie's breasts, "fuck... fuck... Fuck... FUCK!" With a final shout, Scott gave a sudden, hard thrust, burying himself balls deep into Julie's pussy. His whole body clenched. His shout dragged out into a long groan. Somewhere far inside my wife's pussy, his dick pumped a condom full of semen. Julie gasped and arched under him, holding him tightly to her until the spasms of his orgasm had faded away. "That was great," she said to the room in general. "Oh yeah," Scott sighed, smiling up at Julie. Then he glanced a little guiltily over at his girlfriend, who was still laying with her face on my dick. I have no idea what passed between those two in that moment, but suddenly Ann sat up and turned to me, a fierce and wild expression on her face. "Our turn," Ann said firmly, throwing her legs across my hips. Ann's dark hair made a wild cloud around her. Her face was stained with saliva and pre-cum. Her expression was fierce. She ground her wet pussy against me. Softer, wetter and even more inviting than her lovely mouth, Ann's slick folds slid along the length of my shaft. She arched her hips and the tip of my dick brushed between the folds of her pussy, touching her warm opening. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to thrust deep into her, fuck her wildly and fill her completely with my cum. Never let it be said I don't think of my partners, even at a time like this. Quickly, I reached out and grabbed at the nearby box. Before either of us could make another move, I brought my hand up, holding the condom up to her wild face. At the sight of the prophylactic Ann froze. Arched above me, my naked dick pressing just through the outer folds of her pussy, she looked at me with wide eyes. Suddenly she seemed much less fierce and very young. For a moment, I confess, my hips arched and the tip of my dick thrust against her wet opening. Ann gave a little gasp. Then, for both our sakes, I put my hands on Ann's hips and firmly pushed her back until she was sitting on my thighs. Eyes locked with hers, I ripped open the condom wrapper. "You want to do this?" I asked, holding the condom out to her and giving my best reassuring smile. Ann relaxed suddenly and smiled. I could tell she heard all the different meanings I had managed to fit into that question. "Yes," she said, answering all my questions with just one word. Ann took the condom from my hand and reached down to unroll it onto my shaft. I sighed as her fingers rubbed against me. Ann smiled and lightly caressed my balls. Then she lifted her hips back over my shaft. We looked at each other for another moment. She leaned down to kiss me and, at the same time, slowly lowered herself onto my shaft. Her wet folds engulfed my dick and I groaned into her mouth as her tight opening squeezed my shaft. Even muted through the condom, I was amazed at how tight she felt around me. Inch by teasing inch, Ann pushed down until I was completely buried in her warm, soft channel. We started to move together. I let Ann set the pace. Slowly at first, and then with increasing vigor, she rose and fell on my shaft. As she found her rhythm, I began thrusting up to meet her. Ann moaned and arched her back. Her long dark hair covered her like a veil. As her back arched, her perky, bud-tipped breasts poked through that dark curtain. I lay back, admiring those proud, firm little breasts. I started to thrust harder, just to see if I could make them jiggle. Ann fell forward, her hands landing on my chest and her dark hair falling around her. I reached upwards, cupping her little breasts in my hands and rubbing my thumbs over her bud-like nipples. Ann shuddered and signed, grinding her hips against me. I leaned upward, taking her breasts in my mouth. Ann moaned as my tongue flicked against her hard nipples. Taking a nipple between my teeth I bit down lightly, at the same time trusting hard inside her. Unlike Julie, Ann liked a little biting and I was happy to oblige. Ann gasped and her hips thrust down with bruising intensity. The sound of Scott's deep groan once again pulled my attention away from his hot young girlfriend. Glancing over Ann's shoulder, I saw Julie on her hands and knees with Scott kneeling behind her. His hands gripped my wife's hips and his hips rocked as he steadily thrust his dick into her from behind. Julie's eyes were closed. Her heavy breasts rocked steadily back and forth with each thrust. I was amazed that Scott was hard again. I felt a brief flash a jealousy, not at the fact that he was fucking my wife, but at the fact that he was doing it for the second time tonight. The thought was quickly driven out of my mind, however, by the hot coed passionately riding my shaft. Ann started to bounce wildly on my dick. Her hand wrapped itself in my hair, pulling my face back toward her breasts. Smiling inwardly, I passionately licked and sucked her perky little cones. "Bite," Ann whispered, her body moving wildly over me. "Bite my tits. Oo, please bite them." I nipped at the sides of her bouncing breast and she moaned. Taking her nipple between my teeth, I bit down. Ann whimpered. I bit harder. She grasped, thrusting down hard in my lap. My dick was buried to the hilt in Ann's tight wet channel. I bit her nipple again, a little worried I might draw blood if I bit any harder. Ann shrieked. Her whole body tensed, arching against me as she quivered in orgasm. Her tight pussy convulsed around my shaft, triggering my own explosive wave of pleasure. My hips bucked and I felt my cum spurting up out of me, filling the latex sheath that protected Ann. Our bodies pressed together, lost in the rush of orgasm. Finally with a sigh, we both relaxed and collapsed back onto the living room floor. Ann lay on top of me, her lithe young body warm and soft against me. Beside us, we could hear the grunting and flesh slapping on flesh. Ann, her face next to mine, gave me a funny questioning look. She turned to see her boyfriend, still vigorously fucking my wife from behind. With a little laugh, Ann rolled off me and we lay together watching Scott pummeling my wife's pussy. Scott was thrusting so hard their bodies slapped together with a load crack each time he entered her. Julie had braced herself on one arm. With her other arm she held her full breasts, trying to keep them from bouncing painfully. Her whole body was jiggling with the force of Scott's assault. Sudden he groaned, thrusting deep and coming inside her for the second time that night. Julie, I thought, looked a little relieved that he had finished. She collapsed onto the floor, leaving Scott kneeling behind her, his latex wrapped dick still hard and waving proudly. Pillowing my head on my arms, I smiled. "Well, that's a good way to spend an evening," I ventured.