2 comments/  59025 views/  5 favorites

The Swing

By: hardrubber1



A beautiful girl sitting in a swing moving to and fro and staring at you while you are sitting in front of her can have a very disconcerting effect on you. Each time she swings closer to you the anticipation raises and each time she swings away from you are waiting for her to come back.

Now this was what my sister–in-law was doing exactly. She was swinging in the swing, which was in the center of the living room, and I was sitting in the sofa with a pretension of reading a novel, on a lazy summer afternoon. She would gaze downwards once in a while and her cherry like lips would curl in a smile apparently at my discomfiture. 

She was a real tease.

Not that I was some one who would run after every specimen of the female species I came across. But everything about her was very tantalizing. The way she walked; very erect and proud. The way her breasts jutted out and jiggled on every movement of hers. The way her hips swayed to and fro gently on each step. The way she would smile with her cherry red lips very invitingly. The way her eyes always held a deep unfathomable piercing look when she looked at me. What was I to do? Take up the gauntlet or run away. Though I was not of a variety to seek trouble, at the same time I was also not one to look away when adventure and excitement reared its head. I decided to take the plunge.

This was a few months back I was engaged to girl from Mumbai, the regular conventional middle class girl - Ambassador car type - Functional, nondescript body with no flashes about it. After all this was marriage and I was not looking for a movie star and so I accepted to marry her, besides I always knew that for a guy like me so handsome and compelling in looks fun from marriage was like snack between meals. The feast would always come from somewhere outside. 

My family and me left for Mumbai for the engagement. I met her at the gate of the house as I came out of the car. She took the luggage from me and flashed a smile at me that struck me like lightning and introduced her to me with a shake hand. ‘Hi I am Rita, Priya’s sister.' I said ‘hi’ and walked in unable to take my sight off her swaying shapely hips. I knew Adventure has reared its head. Now why look the other way?

Once inside Priya came and handed over cups of coffee to all of us. What a contradiction. Both her sister and my would-be-wife were born to the same parents. One was like Ambassador car the other a luxury sedan. I suddenly envied the guy who would marry her and possess her beautiful body but not before I got a taste of it.

The engagement was slated at 11.30 am and I got ready – Shave, bath, a splash of cologne deodorant, a two piece suit and there was me, vastly different and looking handsome from the bedraggled guy looking rumpled after a early morning flight from my city.


I came into the living room and sat on the sofa. Rita came in and gave me an appraising look and said 

‘I feel jealous’ and smiled warmly at me.

I said ‘Why.'

‘Priya is a lucky girl to get a guy like you.’

I smiled beamingly in knowledge that I have crossed the first step towards my goal.

Soon the ceremony started and at a stage some lady was to anoint my forehead with ‘tilak’ and my sweet sister took lead in doing it, all very naturally. Her hand on my fore head made my heart skip a beat and I swallowed a lump in my throat. She was in the same state and her hand trembled as she applied the ‘tilak.’ She was dressed in figure hugging dress, which was cut at the neck a little low, and as she bent in front of me I could have a good look at her beautiful milky white bosom. Then she straightened smiling smugly in full knowledge of what I have seen.

If it was body chemistry at its height this was it. None of us spoke much to each other since our arrival and still a lot of sexual communication took place between us.

Lunchtime – I sat in a row with others with my fiancé on one side and Rita was serving that row. She came up to me and said. 

‘I hope the feast is good.’

‘I said it was wonderful.’

Both of us knew in our minds what we are talking about.

My fiancé said ‘yes the dinner is very good.’ 

Rita smiled mischievously at me at the innocence of her sister.

I was to stay in Mumbai for three days after that day and get acclimatized to my fiancé’s family and my parents were to leave to our home city that evening. Rita offered to drop my parents at the airport and we left to the airport.

After dropping my parents at the airport, we started back. Rita offered to take me to a restaurant, which sold a special ‘Chat.’ I said 'fine.' 

We sat in the restaurant facing each other. Rita ordered the ‘Chat’ and we waited to be served. She was wearing blue-faded jeans with a white tea shirt on top. She wore what seemed a flimsy lacy bra. As my eyes drank on the feast in front of me, Rita’s cheek grew rosy first and then crimson later. Her nipples peaked out and strained against her T-shirt. She avoided my eyes and looked around the restaurant. 

The waiter came with the plates of Chat and broke our tension.

As we were eating I felt a leg on my foot. I knew it was whose. She gently let it stay there for a few minutes, with me all the while pretending as if nothing happened.

Now that I got the right signal the beast in me was waiting to be unleashed. 

We drove home in complete awkward silence not knowing what to speak to each other.

On reaching home all of us me, my fiancé her parents and Rita chatted, laughed at my jokes and later had dinner.

I had only two days left and had to do something urgently if was not to let go this chance.

The next day Rita had to go to the university to attend her classes she casually informed me that she would come by 3 O’ clock. 

So I was left to spend the better part of the day with my fiancé. I offered to take her to shopping and felt bored all along but took care to not to show it and feigned enthusiasm while she shopped.

I came back home with anticipation. Rita was sitting in the swing wearing jeans and a loose T-shirt. Swinging her legs in an abandon manner. I slumped in the sofa in front of her, downcast more with inability to do anything rather than being tired with the boring shopping. My Mother was enjoying her afternoon nap and my father-in-law was out on business. 

Suddenly the phone rang my fiancé came and answered it. She spoke into the phone 

‘Ok I will be there in ten minutes.’

There was a call from her computer Institute. The study material she wanted had arrived and she had to go and pick it up before it was distributed among other students.

Now Rita was swinging joyously and smiling at me once in while in a teasing manner. I was feeling very disturbed each time she swung towards me. I was feeling she would jump into my lap any moment. All of a sudden she stopped and said.

‘What does it mean if you see snakes in your dream’

I said ‘That is an indication that you are tormented with sexual thoughts.’

She didn’t expect such a brazen reply from me and was taken aback, smiled shyly and squirmed uncomfortably. I smiled inwardly.

After some time she said 

‘You know I have a funny mark on the upper part of my right hip.’

‘What is it’? I said.

She said ‘It looks like a coiled snake.’

I said ‘funny to have birthmark like that.’

She said ‘come over and have a look.’ 

I went over and she lifted her T-shirt a little and pushed her jeans a little lower and showed me the mark. True, it was like a coiled snake. I put my finger on it and rubbed it a little. Rita took a deep breath. After that I sat besides her looking at her closely. I put a finger on her nose and slowly moved it down on to her lips. Rita closed her eyes.

Her mother moved in the other room and said

‘Rita get me a glass of water.’

We woke up from our reverie with a sigh. 

That night at the dinner I was not able to eat much, so was Rita with the excitement churning our stomachs.

The dogs in our neighborhood were barking very badly.

Rita commented 

‘Mrs. Karan says this is mating season for dogs and poor things they don’t eat much and neither sleep much now.’

I smiled knowing what she was referring to.

I had not slept the whole night excited with a rush of thoughts. I could hear Rita tossing in the bed in her room. I was desperate to do something but her mother too was sleeping with her in that room. The day dawned. I was to go back the next day morning it was now or never situation for me.

Mys were to attend a wedding of a close relative that night they tagged me along to introduce me to all the invitees at the marriage. Dinner was over by 9.30 pm and marriage was at 12.30 am. At 10.30 pm. Suddenly an idea flashed in my mind. I went up to my father-in-law and said. ‘I will go home and get some sleep,' you know I have to get up early to take a early morning flight.’ He said ‘ok ok,' Rita is having the keys to the house and also the car keys you can take the car and go home.’ 

I went up to Rita and told her I was going home and took the keys from her. She narrowed her eyes and looked at me and then smiled.

Part one of the plan a success.

I went home changed into a pajama and slumped on the bed. Sleep would not come. ‘Would my plan work or not.’ I was thinking and tossing for one and half hours and was losing hope fast. 

Suddenly the bell rang. I jumped up in excitement and my heart beat fast. I opened the door to find Rita standing in front of me, she barely looked at me and walked past me announcing that she had a bad headache and wanted to sleep.

I went into my room and flopped on the bed, my head whirring with excitement.

I heard Rita bolt the door from inside, perhaps to change her dress. I was waiting to hear for the bolt to be withdrawn, but could not even after half an hour. I was a little depressed. 

Slowly I got up from my bed and tip toed to Rita’s bedroom and stood in front of the door. I took a deep breath and slowly nudged the door. It opened. My heart skipped a beat. I went in.

Rita was lying on the bed with eyes closed. I went closer and lowered my head to observe her closely. Her eyelids were batting and her pupils moving. I knew she was not asleep. She felt my breath and slowly opened her eyes and looked at me earnestly first at my face, then my bare chest and then my crotch. I couldn’t conceal my rigid member.

She moved to one side and gave me space. I slowly eased on to her side. With my right index finger I twirled her locks. Then I caressed her forehead, she shivered with my touch. I slowly kissed her closed eyes and she took a deep breath. I put a finger on her nose and slowly moved it down to her lips and rested them there. She slowly parted her lips and I put my finger inside and felt the inside contours of her lips.

My finger slowly traveled to her neck drawing slow long lines from her neck to the top of her bosom. She was breathing heavily with anticipation. I was controlling my passion. 

I moved my finger slowly on to her right bosom and then slowly trailed it on to her already peaked nipple. She gasped. All of a sudden she got up and hugged me very tightly. She was unable to control the emotion building up inside her. She was sobbing and my shoulder became wet with her tears. I let her empty her emotions all the while caressing her back. She slowly calmed.

She said ‘This emotion was building up inside me since the day I saw you.’

Having sobbed enough she was relieved now and smiled at me. I kissed on her lips and pushed my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted like strawberries. I slowly undid a button of her nightdress and then the second. She took a deep breath. Then I undid all the buttons. I cupped her left breast it was warm and I moved close to her. She sighed heavily. Then I cupped the right breast, immediately her nipple peaked. I moved a finger in a circular motion on the areola it was soft and supple under my touch. I took her nipple in my mouth and she moaned.

She pressed my head to her bosom tightly mashing my face to them. She was rubbing and twisting her legs all the while. 

I pulled off her nightdress over her head. She had a beautifully sculpted body. It looked like it had been sculpted from white marble.The moonlight streaming in from the window shone on her body. I kissed gently on her depressed navel and she sighed loudly and pushed up her midriff towards my mouth. I placed my palm on her pubic bone and closed my fingers on her vulva. Her panties were soaked wet. She was breathing very heavily and my breath was jagged. 

Slowly I peeled off her panties. She was a great artist. She shaved off her pussy leaving a small triangular set of tendrils over her pubic area. I moved my finger over them. Slowly I felt the contours of her wet vaginal lips. Parting them slowly with my fingers. She was grinding her hips into the bed.

I pushed in my middle finger deep into her curved it and slowly touched her G spot she took a sharp intake of her breath and fell back on the bed. Then my finger circled in the insides of her pussy. She was now trashing on bed. I kissed her wet pussy lips and she thrust her pussy into my mouth more. She was uncontrollable now.

I raised and pulled off my pajamas. She opened her eyes and looked at my rigid staff for some time, probably it was her first time she looked a fully rigid male cock and was fascinated by the look of it. She took it in her hands and gave it hard kiss. I pulled out a condom pack. She said ‘No need for that’ my menstrual cycle starts the day after. I was overjoyed.

I pushed her back gently on the bed and got in between her legs raised her knees and spread her legs. She hid her face in her hands. I gather some of her juices and smeared it on my rigid staff. My passion had peaked I wanted to push all the way into her in one forceful push, hymen or no hymen. I gave a very powerful push tearing all the way past her hymen and buried my self to the hilt. Her eyes popped and opened wide, she screamed. 

She rose and hugged me tightly sinking her fingernails into my shoulder. I slowly eased her back and started rocking in and out of her she was now moaning. In between I tweaked her clit with my finger and she moaned loudly. Slowly the momentum built up I was thrusting faster, faster, faster and all of a sudden the world stood still my legs buckled and my whole frame shook. She was convulsing and coming in waves he cunt muscles squeezing my cock. Slowly she subsided her breathing calmed, so did mine. We sank into a stupor like sleep. We woke up after about an hour. 

We lay in each other’s hands kissing and caressing. Deep in my mind I cursed myself for thinking she was a slut. This lovely girl had been a virgin.

The next day morning I took a flight home with both my fiancé and Rita giving me a sendoff. Five years later this nineteen-year-old nubile girl is now a mature woman of 24 years and still secretly in love with me.

The Swing



Cori strode naked through the club and took her seat at the bar. Picking up her glass, she looked at her husband with a smile.

"Lost again?"He asked.

"Depends on how you look at it,"she replied after a sip of her drink. "I'm naked, but his cock is hard enough to use as a pool cue."

Dan laughed as his wife shook her long blonde hair from her shoulder. "You always lose your clothes. You never could shoot pool and you know it."

"True,"she replied. "But you never know. One day I'll find somebody who plays worse than me."

"In the meantime, you lose your clothes and get felt up while they buy you drinks, right?"He chided.

"Sure,"she grinned. "So who loses?"

Dan shook his head once again and laughed. He knew, when it came to her body, his young wife was more than willing to show it or share it whenever she wanted to. In fact, it was one of the things that had attracted him to her.

They had only been dating for a few months when she first told him about her wilder side. At first he was unsure of what to make of it. He knew she loved to fuck, but his logic told him that any woman who would undress for almost any man who asked, under the right circumstances, could never be faithful to him. But as the weeks passed, and she regaled him with her stories of her past adventures, he came to actually like the idea of sharing his girlfriend.

The first time he had actually witnessed her wilder side was at an outdoor concert. She had excused herself to go to one of the bathrooms. After a long while, she finally returned, a bit disheveled and slightly out of breath. When he asked her if she was all right, she told him that she had run into a co-worker of hers while waiting in line for the port-a-potty. As they waited, they chatted a bit. One thing led to another, and they had ended up behind the port-a-potty. He unceremoniously lifted her skirt, bent her over, and fucked her hard right there in the open. Another man had spotted them and slid his cock into her mouth. She told him that the two men had fucked her hard until they both filled her with their cum. 

Dan couldn't believe his ears. Seeing the look of disbelief in his face, she guided his hand under her skirt to her cum-filled pussy. He got an instant erection. 

Taking her by the hand, he led her out of the stadium to his car. Once in the car, she reclined her seat and pulled her skirt up. He didn't hesitate. Rolling on top of her, he spotted a security guard patrolling the next aisle over from theirs. Figuring he'd have time, he slid his rock hard cock into her and thrust hard.

Cori held tightly to his buttocks as he pumped himself into her hot, cum-filled pussy, her hips grinding into his. Her first orgasm hit her seconds later as he raised himself onto his forearms. She bucked and moaned beneath him as she came. He followed soon after, filling her pussy with his own creamy load of semen. 

She giggled as he collapsed on top of her. Dan groggily lifted himself to see what was so funny and saw the security guard looking down at them with a scowl on his face. He scrambled off of her and into the driver's seat, only to see Cori open her door and invite the guard to take his turn with her. Dan watched in silence as the guard looked first at him, then at the semi-nude blonde stretched out before him. He hesitated only long enough to look around before unzipping his fly and releasing a massive erection. He wasted no time climbing into the car and on top of her.

Cori squealed with delight as the thick organ filled her pussy. The guard fucked into her hard and fast, his own quick gratification the only thing on his mind. As his hips slammed into her, she thrust her hips back up to meet him. Beads of perspiration formed on the guard's brow as he somehow managed to increase his tempo.

Cori wailed through another orgasm when she felt the guard's fat cock begin to expand. She clamped her inner muscles around the hard cock and gasped when she felt the first hot spurt of his creamy load splash inside her. She bucked her hips wildly as the man flooded her pussy with it's third helping of cum that day.

The guard finally stopped his thrusting and, without a word, withdrew his softening cock from the woman and got out of the car. Dan watched him zip his trousers as he walked away from the car to continue his patrol.

Their sex life had taken off from there. That day, Dan discovered that he was immensely turned on by watching Cori fuck. Seeing her cum on another man's cock had excited him more than he would have ever thought possible. Playing with her cum-soaked vagina the whole way home kept them both so excited, he had fucked her sloppy pussy once more in the car while the automatic garage door opener closed the door behind them. Later that night, he proposed to her, explaining to her that he wanted to share in her adventures forever. She accepted his proposal, and they were married the following week.

The couple had found a local swing club and decided to check it out. After their first visit, they knew they were hooked. Their Saturday nights were spent in the club, trying out various fantasies and rapidly becoming well known regulars. Tonight was a special night for Cori. The club's owner, Juan, had told her, the previous week, that he was installing a swing in the "party room." 

The party room was where all the real action took place. While nudity was allowed in the club proper, along with a bit of petting and necking, serious sexual activities were to be confined to the party room. It was basically a large room with several sofas, padded benches, and thick floor pillows arranged to allow both intimacy, and semi-public display. Cori prided herself on, "having gotten it on every stick of furniture in the place."

"Are you ready to check out the swing?" Dan asked.

"Sure," Cori replied. "I tried to get Juan to fuck me on the pool table, but he wouldn't go for it."

"That bad, huh?" Dan smiled.

"That horny." Cori giggled.

Taking her by the hand, Dan led his nude wife from the bar into the dimly lit party room. As the door closed behind them, they stood to the side to allow their eyes to become accustomed to the difference in lighting. Dan nudged Cori and pointed out the swing, which was suspended from a large A-frame over in one corner. A groan drew their attention to a rather well endowed redhead as she straddled her partner, burying his cock inside her. Cori slid her hand down her tummy and toyed with her pubic hair as she watched the erect organ disappear into the woman. Once the penis was completely inside her, she settled in for a slow, leisurely fuck.

Dan looked around the room to see if he recognized anyone there. Spotting another club regular, receiving an enthusiastic blow job from a tiny blonde he didn't recognize, he waved. The man returned the wave with a smile, then went back to enjoying the woman's efforts.

The party room wasn't crowded, only about a dozen couples, so they had a choice of seats. They decided to sit on a sofa across a wide aisle from the swing and watch the crowd for a while.

Cori watched the redhead shudder through an orgasm while eyeing the swing mischievously. "So you want me to get into that thing."

"No, you want to get into that thing. I just want to see you get fucked."Dan laughed.

She elbowed him playfully, then stood up. She walked over to the swing and studied it closely. "How do you get into this thing?"She asked nobody in particular.

"It's easy, I'll show you,"a thickly accented voice said from behind her.

Juan, the club owner, stood behind her smiling. Cori smiled back at him as she nodded her consent. Waving Dan over to help him, Juan lifted her tiny body up, off the floor. With Dan's help, they finally got her into the swing. It was basically a thick pad suspended from the A-frame, with straps to hold a person's head, thighs, feet, arms, and wrists in a position which left nothing to the imagination.

Cori giggled as the men let go of her and she gently swung back and forth, her legs spread wide open, in the contraption. Although the swing and A-frame appeared to hold her with no difficulty, she was still nervous. Her fear was that the thing would suddenly let go of her in midair. Juan reassured her it would easily hold many times her weight. She relaxed somewhat, but was still visibly tense.

"That's all there is to it." Juan told them. "Now she's ready for whatever you have planned."

"Since you seem to be the expert on this thing," Cori smiled, "Why don't you show Dan the proper way to fuck me in it?"

Juan smiled at her, taking in the sight of her beautiful body. "I'm sure he can figure it out. I must go attend to the bar."

As the tall Latin walked toward the door, he heard Cori quietly tell Dan that she would get him to fuck her one of these days. He smiled to himself as he left. Although he'd never admit it to her, he knew she was right. Juan had a reputation for looking without touching. He'd owned the club for several years, but had participated only rarely, and then only on special occasions. Cori had seen the large bulge hidden in his pants on several occasions, and made it no secret that she wanted him to fill her pussy with his obviously large cock. So far, he had managed to, gracefully, decline her offers. That only made her want his cock more.

The mere fact that Cori had gotten into the swing successfully had attracted quite a bit of attention. Her loud moan when Dan knelt before her and slid his tongue into her widespread pussy attracted even more. Two other men were soon standing on either side of her as she leaned back, enjoying the tongue inside her, finally allowing the swing to support her entire body.

One of the men hesitantly reached forward to cup her tiny breast. When she moaned and smiled at him in approval, he massaged her nipple with greater confidence. Seeing this, the other man soon held the other breast. Cori closed her eyes as Dan's tongue slid out of her and slid upward, over her clitoris. 

A pair of lips soon replaced the hand covering her nipple, the hand slowly stroking its way along her tummy. She opened her eyes as she felt warm breath against her cheek. Lips soon found hers and she moaned softly into the mouth as a tongue slipped between them. Another mouth found the other nipple. Yet another kissed her tummy, sending chills throughout her body. She hung suspended, helpless as to anything the men might want to do to her. The mouth covering hers blocked her view of her lower body. She was completely at the mercy of Dan and any stranger who happened by.

As his tongue slid back and forth over her entrance, Dan could taste her growing excitement. He could feel her muscles clutch at the tip of his tongue when he dipped it inside her. He held onto her exposed buttocks and rocked her gently back and forth, teasing her soaked sex with his tongue. He felt her hips start to rock up and down in an attempt to trap his tongue inside her. Taking that as his cue, he stood up and unzipped his pants. The swing held her pelvis at the perfect height for him to slide his rock-hard cock into her gaping pussy. 

Cori's flat tummy stiffened as she suddenly inhaled deeply when she felt the head of Dan's erection penetrate her. She groaned into the mouth, which still feverishly worked on hers, when she felt the rough zipper of Dan's pants touch her engorged labia. He held perfectly still, gently holding the tiny woman by the hips, pulling her tighter against him. The mouths suckling at her breasts sent shivers through her body. She swore she could feel Dan's heartbeat through his hard cock as it remained firmly embedded in her soaked vagina.

Dan gave a subtle signal to the men around the swing. As one, they began to slowly rock it back and forth, causing Dan's erection to slip in and out of her. Her velvety vagina felt strangely different to him in this position. The angle at which he penetrated her was like nothing he'd experienced before. Cori noticed it too.

The tiny blonde came unglued as the crown of Dan's thick cock slid silently back and forth along the inner walls of her pussy. Although the mouth kissing her prevented her from screaming, she moaned and groaned into it as feelings the likes of which she'd never felt overtook her. The men slowly increased the tempo of the assisted fucking, causing the shaft of his cock to steadily stroke in and out of her. Her arms flailed about as her first orgasm crashed through her.

Dan felt her inner muscles working on his cock as she came. He smiled to himself as he slid in and out of her spasming pussy. He knew that if she was cumming already, she was in for an exhaustive, yet satisfying night. As her orgasm subsided, he signaled to the men to stop rocking the swing. It was his turn to set the pace of the fuck.

Cori's mind reeled as she relaxed from her first orgasm. The angle at which Dan's cock filled her felt delicious. The rocking motions of the swing soon stopped and she felt Dan's hands reposition themselves around her waist. Her breathing had just begun to return to normal when she felt Dan's body tense up in preparation for the real fucking that was yet to come.

Dan plunged his cock into the tiny blonde. The sudden movement broke her kiss with the man cradling her head and she cried out in ecstasy. Dan thrust into her, using the swing's leverage to pull her suspended body backward into him. Her eyes flew open, then slammed shut as she felt another orgasm rip through her. Her body convulsed as the mouths withdrew from her erect nipples. Hands covered the trembling breasts as the men stood back to watch the thrashing blonde.

The rapid clenching of Cori's inner muscles proved to be too much for Dan's composure. With a loud groan, he slammed himself into his writhing wife and erupted. Unintelligible noises issued forth from her mouth as the first spurt of her husband's lava-hot cum coated the inside of her hungry vagina. She gasped as she felt his hard cock throb, sending his load deeper into her. Dan pulled her hips tightly against his and ground his groin into her as he felt the last spasms of his climax drain from him.

Cori could do nothing but hold on to the straps that secured her in the swing. She felt the tension in her husband's cock slowly fade as his orgasm flowed from his body and into hers. She sighed heavily as she felt his once rigid cock begin to slacken inside her. Cum dripped slowly out of her pussy and over her tiny ass as he finally withdrew. Her hips undulated in invitation as he left her soaked pussy vacant and walked around to her head.

"Now the real party can start,"he whispered.

As he leaned down to kiss his panting wife, he motioned to the other men toward her cum-filled sex. The invitation to help themselves to his wife was clear.

Cori moaned into Dan's mouth as another cock quickly replaced his. Although not as thick as her husband's, it was certainly longer. She shuddered as it glanced off her cervix and pounded into her repeatedly. The man's own gratification was obviously foremost in his mind as he roughly fucked the tiny blonde. Cori was not the least bit concerned. She knew she would orgasm many times in the evening yet to come and she was content to let the men use her pussy for their own pleasure.

The man fucking her quickly came, adding his load of cum to Dan's. As soon as his hips stopped moving, he was ushered out of the way and another took his place. This man penetrated her with a little more finesse, but wasted no time in plunging into the panting woman to the hilt. He fucked the tiny blonde with deliberate, measured strokes, intending to pleasure her as well as himself.

Dan released her and sat in a nearby chair to watch. It appeared that word of the swing's horny occupant had spread through the club quickly. At least a dozen nude men were gathered around the swing, and another dozen were waiting their turn to get close enough to touch the moaning woman. Several stroked their erect cocks in preparation for their turn to fuck the sexy blonde who had pranced around the club nude earlier that evening.

Dan watched as a man lifted his wife's head out of the strap that cradled it, and slid his dripping cock over her lips. Cori quickly opened her mouth and allowed the stranger to thrust his cock into her mouth. Another man had somehow managed to get one of her arms out of the sling which held it. He was using her tiny hand to stroke his thick shaft. Yet another man climbed under the swing to get a better view of the cock thrusting into the blonde's hot pussy.

Cori was in another world. She had no idea how many men stood around her waiting their turn, but the many hands stroking her told her there were several. The fat cock in her overly excited pussy was getting ready to cum, she was certain, and she couldn't wait for the next one to take its place. The cock between her lips tasted sweet, and she tried every trick she knew to coax the creamy load from it.

The man fucking her suddenly plunged himself deep inside the tiny blonde and erupted. Cori moaned around the thickening cock in her mouth as the vibrations of the climaxing organ flowed through her pussy. A finger found her clitoris and gently, but firmly, rubbed her to another crashing orgasm. Her hips bounced in the swing as the man emptied himself into her, causing her pussy to overflow. Trails of their combined semen trickled out of her vagina, between the cheeks of her tiny ass, and finally dripped onto the carpet.

Cori lost track of the man as he slipped out of her. She felt the cum drool out of her, but only for a second. Another cock quickly filled her. Her revelry over the new organ was short lived, however, as the man thrusting into her mouth sent his hot semen flowing down her throat. Dan watched his wife gulp and swallow in an attempt to keep up with the man's ejaculation. Her cheeks hollowed as she tried to suck the fluid from him. Her throat muscles worked quickly as the man groaned out his climax. When his softening cock had finally withdrawn, she swallowed several times then opened her mouth or the next cock. She didn't have long to wait.

The man under her seemed mesmerized by the sight of the new cock seesawing in and out of her pussy. He reached up and gently held her buttocks as they swayed back and forth above him. This man was really fucking her hard. His cock blazed in and out of the squealing woman with a fury. Her cheeks rippled as the man repeatedly drove his cock into her. Taking a chance, the man beneath her slid a finger through the trail of cum flowing from the woman and teased her tight ass.

Cori groaned when she felt the digit touch her anus. The man fucking her was really getting to her. She felt another orgasm approaching and wondered if there was a way to achieve double penetration in the swing. She suddenly inhaled deeply and came hard as the finger wormed its way into her ass up to the first knuckle.

The combination of the finger slipping into her ass, and her inner muscles clenching around his cock proved to be too much for the man fucking her. He lost control of himself and exploded deep inside her with a shout. Dan watched with amusement as the twosome thrust into one another and spasmed through their mutual orgasms, each babbling incoherently. Seeing the mad thrusting going on in front of him, the man in her mouth joined them by unleashing his load down her throat. Cori again fought to keep up with the flow of semen as it washed over her tongue, the sensations only adding to her own climax. 

Both men withdrew from the sweating blonde simultaneously, leaving only the finger inside her tortured body. Her hips moved downward of their own will, attempting to get more of the exploring digit inside her. The swing prevented any downward movement, however, and she was left frustrated in her attempt. As the man at her head departed, he replaced the strap which cradled the back of the woman's head. The man below her saw this and took it as a sign to slide his finger into her deeper. Cori let out a satisfied groan as the finger slid into her ass as far as it could go.




The Swing



Dan watched his wife's hips try to bounce in the swing and smiled. He knew her movement was limited, but somehow knew that fact added to the sensations she was feeling. As yet another man positioned himself between her legs, he decided to go to the bar to get a quick glass of water.

When he returned, he saw that someone had placed a padded bench beneath the swing, and the man beneath her was positioning himself to slide his rock hard cock into her ass. Dan watched in rapt fascination as the man fucking her withdrew to give the man beneath her a chance to enter her.

Cori wriggled her his in frustration at the man's sudden withdrawal. She was just getting into the rhythm of this man's fuck when he'd suddenly stopped and pulled out. Being on her back, facing the ceiling, she obviously couldn't see beneath her. She therefore had no idea of what was about to happen.

The blonde's eyes suddenly flew open when she felt the first contact with her anus. She hissed through clenched teeth as the cock slowly parted her cheeks and slid into her tight ass. As the man pressed upward into her, she relaxed her muscles, allowing him to slip into her easier. She closed her eyes and relaxed when she felt he was inside her as far as he could go.

The stranger standing before her let her relax on the man's cock before slipping himself back into her gaping vagina. The tiny blonde inhaled sharply as his cock filled her once again. When she felt his pubic hair meet hers, she exploded in orgasm. The two men held perfectly still as she convulsed on their erections. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around the two invading organs as she squealed and writhed in the swing. The A-frame shook with the violent climax that washed over her. Finally she lay still, panting as the sweat dripped off of her.

The crowd grew silent and Dan sat in astonishment at the magnitude of Cori's climax. He had seen her get double fucked before, and watched her climax literally thousands of times, but never before had she orgasmed with as much force as the one he'd just witnessed. The two men looked over at Dan for guidance as the blonde hung in the swing limply. Dan hesitated, then motioned for them to continue with what they were doing. He was sure she would be ok, but he'd keep a close eye on her just the same.

Cori seemed to come back to life as the man in her pussy began to stroke in and out of her. She moaned and rolled her hips as much as the swing would allow her to, encouraging the stranger to fuck her harder. He willingly complied. His cock stroked steadily in and out of her sodden vagina, the slight bouncing movements causing the cock buried deep in her other passage to slide back and forth within her. As the man's confidence in her well-being grew, he picked up his tempo. Soon he was thrusting into her with a fury. 

Cori's head slowly rolled over to one side in the strap until she was looking into her husband's eyes. He saw a look of total euphoria on his sexy wife's face as the two men inside her used her body for their own pleasure. He watched her breathing deepen as the sensations flowed through her. His cock began to grow once more. A quiet, tired smile formed on her lips as she saw him slowly stroke his cock. Her eyes closed and her head snapped back forward as the man in her pussy grunted loudly and erupted deep inside her.

The man plunged himself deeper into her swollen pussy as his cum shot into her in streams. The constant friction, then trembling climax of the man in her pussy sent the other stranger over the edge as well. He blasted his load of cum deep into Cori's ass. The two spasming cocks unloading themselves into her at once proved to be more than the blonde could take. She groaned as yet another orgasm ripped through her already tortured body. The threesome soon ground to a halt as exhaustion took the place of passion. 

For the next hour, several men abused Cori's pussy, ass, and mouth. Dan was amazed at his wife's stamina. She never seemed to get enough sex. She orgasmed more times than he could count. Just about the time he thought she'd had enough, and it was time to call things to a halt, she would react to the latest cock with renewed vigor. Her hips remained in a constant state of motion. Her cum-drenched body writhed under the seemingly endless line of strangers, each with a rock-hard cock to fill one of her three openings. In the end it was Juan who brought things to a close. 

The tall, Latin walked into the party room and announced it was last call. This was the signal that the club would be closing in 30 minutes. People began picking up clothes, getting dressed, or just finishing their sexual activities. Several people were invited to houses, or even local hotels. Several invitations were accepted, but an equal number were politely turned down.

The man fucking Cori pumped into her rapidly as he came, adding his semen to the countless other loads already filling her sodden pussy. She shuddered through a last orgasm just before the stranger withdrew and tucked his slackening organ back into his shorts.

Dan knelt over his wife's face and held her close to him. She shook in his arms as the exhausting pace of the gang bang finally caught up with her. They remained that way as the last of the party room revelers left, closing the door behind them.

"I love you," she whispered weakly into her husband's ear. "Not many men could watch his own wife take on a whole club full of hard cock. I know, I've dated a few like that."

"Just one of your many charms," he said as he kissed her forehead. "Besides, I got to fuck you three times myself."

The door opened and Juan walked back into the party room. "Everyone's gone except for you two. Didn't you get enough fucking?"

"Get that fat cock of yours hard and let's see," Cori replied with a tired smile.

Juan looked at her in disbelief, then shook his head. To her surprise he approached her and unzipped his pants. The huge, uncircumcised cock which sprang out of his pants made her gasp when she saw it. It had to have been 12 inches long and as big around as her wrist.

"God, Juan," she breathed as he helped to release her legs from the swing. 

Cum literally poured out of her as her feet touched the ground. She reached over and gently squeezed the massive organ. It jumped under her gentle touch. She marveled at the organ and slid the foreskin backward, over the thick, purple head. A droplet of his lubrication appeared at the tip as she manipulated him in her tiny fist.

"You can't just tease me now. I've got to feel this inside me," she whispered.

"Not here," he replied with a chuckle. Pulling away from her grasp, he gave her a friendly swat on the behind. "Hurry up and get your cute little ass over to the pool table."

Cori smiled broadly and sprinted, out of the party room, the remaining two men hot on her heels...



The Swing



He spied her in the distance on a cool evening at dusk. She sat on a swing kicking at the dust where the grass had been worn away from years of skidding little feet. Her hair, like the finest silk, blew in the breeze and the setting suns rays shone through it.

The handsome young man felt a stirring in his heart and in his loins as he looked upon her beauty. He could not help this feeling, and felt he must approach her. As he approached her quietly, he couldn't help but notice the feminine swell of her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. He could also smell her sweet perfume.

She sat on the swing, thinking of the long week she had had at work, and her thoughts turned to the weekend. She also thought of her lover, who had recently shipped out with the Merchant Marines. He was a swarthy man, in his early 20's, but possessed a certain earthy charm about him.

She thought of her love for him as she relaxed on the swing. She could almost smell his cologne in the breeze. She thought of the times they had made love; how incredible his hard body felt against her. She thought of what a considerate lover he was. The way he made love to her, she was always the first to climax. She also thought of the little romantic things he did to make her happy; The wild flowers he picked for her on her birthday, the candy he bought for her on the 6-month anniversary. She loved him, she knew.

The young man approached her silently and finally reached out to touch her hair. When he did this, she jumped with a start and turned to face him. Just as she was about to say something, he took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, probing with his tongue. She responded. Slowly at first, but as his kisses grew more passionate, more forceful, she submitted fully to the lust in his lips.

As they kissed, his hands followed the curves of her sexy body until they came to rest on her womanly buttocks. He held her like this and she responded by grinding her pelvis against him.

He could feel the nipples of her full breasts harden against his chest as he held her ass and kissed her gently. He slowly moved his lips to her throat and her mouth dropped open with a moan. Her fingers worked under the man's shirt to feel the powerful muscles of his chest. As she did this, the young man felt his stomach tighten as his manhood became swollen with desire. 

Driven by his lust, the man's fingers crept to the clasp closing her shorts. As he fumbled with the clasp with one hand the other caressed her firm breasts through her blouse. They were both breathing hard as her shorts dropped to the ground, and his trembling fingers touched the lacy band of her panties. 

Aroused and lust filled, she opened his pants and allowed them to also drop to the ground, and she felt his hard penis with her tiny hands. While one hand gripped his penis thru his underwear, she worked her other hand thru one of the leg holes and cupped his hard testicles.

The man, now flushed with excitement, pulled away and quickly stripped away the woman's blouse to expose her firm heavy breasts to his gaze. He quickly leaned over and kissed both of them, and finally sucked her left nipple into his mouth. He bit it gently and moved to the right breast.

She felt shivers of pleasure streak from her hyper-sensitive nipples to her now wet vagina. It seemed to her that inside her body, they were connected. These shivers of ecstasy caused her hands to increase their tempo on the man's iron penis. She felt him tremble and a clear drop of fluid appeared at the opening.

The man now pulled her panties off roughly, and pushed her back down on the cool wooden seat of the swing. Before he could back away, she pulled him close, and licked the clear fluid from his penis while she caressed his swollen testicles with her hands. She then ran her hands to his ass and in one quick motion, pulled him deeply into her throat.

The man moaned and groaned as she moved up and down on him. He felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. He also felt his stomach tightening with the beginnings of a climax.

She felt him start to tremble and buck to her administrations and knew that soon, he would approach his climax. She looked into his cool blue eyes, and without saying a word, they agreed that she needed to stop. 

The young man, although fatigued from the lady's oral assault dropped quickly to his knees and kissed her again, very softly. He whispered quietly that it was her turn, and his kisses trailed down her neck, to her breasts and over her firm tummy. At last his lips rested on the soft fur that surrounded her vagina.

He ran his tongue around her tans lines, and she greedily opened her legs for him. His tongue slowly wound its way to the very outer lips of her labia, and he inhaled the soft fragrance of her. Teasingly, he was careful to lick and kiss her every where except for her clitoris. Somehow, he knew to save that for last. 

She held tightly to the cold steel chain that supported her seat with one hand. She ran the fingers of her free hand through his light brown hair, as he nibbled at her desires. She couldn't believe that he knew just were to put his tongue to keep her on the edge of her orgasm. It seemed that just when her climax was to hit, that his tongue would back away. She moaned and cried out as she went deeper and deeper into his inflicting abyss.

He felt her muscles begin to tighten, and he knew that he had her at the perfect point of her climax. He was planning now, scheming to bring her the most incredible flood of passion she had ever felt. He knew she was close; he knew she could stand little more. Just when the time seemed right, he took the little bud of clitoris between his lips and rapidly slashed at it with his tongue, driving her with no mercy to her peak. She cried out that she was coming, and as he heard this, he was already backing away.

She cried for him not to stop, just as he began stroking her again, this time with the head of his big penis. He was close already, from the passion he felt from her. As she again neared her peak, he slowly slid his hardness into her tight sheath.

This seemed to push her over the edge, and she came in a series of gut-wrenching orgasms. He steadily pushed into her until there was no more. He was struggling, trying to gain control of himself, as he slipped nearer and nearer to his own climax. He managed to contain himself as he slowly increased his rhythm with long slow strokes.

She had never felt so fulfilled in her life! Her orgasms took over her body, and as he slowly allowed himself to fill her, she whispered encouragement sweetly in his ear. He picked up the pace, and she felt him harden even more.

She held onto the steel chains tightly to keep herself from falling off the swing. He whispered back to her the pleasure that he felt. He told her how beautiful it was to make love to her in the outdoors. He told her how beautiful she was. Suddenly, she felt the heat of his juices squirting into her. She was overwhelmed with the power of his ejaculation, and it triggered yet another orgasm for her. 

As they hung onto each other, enjoying the after-glow, they talked and giggled and laughed like old friends. Then she asked her man how his cruise had been.



The Swing



My wife and I were about two-thirds of the way through a two-week road trip, feeling generally bored with the splendor of the American countryside as displayed by the Interstate highway system. (OK, maybe "splendor" is the wrong word, but at least we were never more than four exits away from a Denny's. So that's something.) Anyway, there we were, tired of driving, tired of rest areas, and just wanting to do something else for a change. I don't remember who suggested it, but we decided to take the next exit, which was yet another totally nondescript freeway exit with no visible businesses or other signs of intelligent life. 

It wasn't at all clear to me what road we were on, and my wife pulled the map out of the glove compartment. However, despite her best efforts, about all we could tell was that the road definitely did NOT lead to Fresno. So far, so good. The road wound along beside a muddy stream, past stands of trees, but no houses, businesses, or any signs at all. We drove on, I don't remember how long, but at some point we finally saw a sign, a small brown highway sign: "Swing: 12 miles". Didn't think too much about it, but there were more small brown signs. "Swing: 10 miles", "Swing: 8 miles", "Swing: Left, 6 miles", "Swing, Left, 2 miles", "Swing, 1/4 mile". 

With that kind of product placement, we had no choice: we turned left onto the dirt road with the sign that said "

About 300 yards up the dirt road, in the middle of a small woods, was a meadow. And in the middle of the meadow was a tree. And on the limb of the tree hung a swing. And on the seat of the swing was a... something.

There was a deserted gravel parking lot, so we parked the car and got out. We walked over to the swing, to see what the big deal was, what made it the most significant attraction for the past 12 miles at least.

There was no plaque describing the history of the swing, no interpretive center for imparting the lessons learned in the building of the swing, no docent to explain the discovery and restoration of the swing. What there was, was the swing itself, the seat a simple plank of wood, wide enough for a grown-up to sit on comfortably, suspended from two long manila ropes. The swing was entirely unremarkable, except that it had a cock sticking up from the seat.

"That's... a bit odd," my wife observed. "Maybe it's art. You know, like putting a urinal in an art gallery."

The cock was made of the same wood as the seat, only worn almost glassy-smooth. "Somehow, I think that there's a simpler explanation," I replied. I pointed at the trunk of the tree, which was decorated with what looked like decades of women's names carved into its bark. "See how smooth that... um... appendage... is? And count the names." There must have been hundreds.

"So, what you're saying is that all these women, ah, used... this swing... for their own purposes?"

"Yup. Looks that way to me."

"Interesting."

I moved to stand behind her, and I hugged her close to me. Then I let my hands move lower to unbutton her jeans.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, pushing my hands away.

"Don't you want to find out why it's such a popular ride?" I asked.

"What, are you suggesting that I just strip off my clothes in broad daylight, outside, hop on a handy dildo, and pump away?" she asked, giggling a bit.

"Well, if you put it that way, yes."

"Fine. Just remember, you asked for it."

In just moments, she had shed every scrap of her clothing, and she stood there in the warm sunshine, surveying the smooth wooden cock on the swing. It was about 8 inches long, but as fat as my wrist. She studied it for a few moments, as if trying to figure out what to do with such a huge thing, and then she turned her back to the swing.

"Just a sec," I said, as I pulled one of my "emergency" condoms from my wallet and pulled it over the wooden shaft.

She bent over and pulled the head of the cock closer to her pussy. She rubbed it around, over her clit and labia. "Can you give me a hand here?" she asked, "Or, more to the point, a tongue?"

She held on to the ropes to support herself, the cock still preventing her from sitting on the seat, while she opened her legs and invited me to eat . 

Needing no second invitation, I dove in like a starving wolf. (As the flavors of things in the universe go, my wife's cunt is easily the best, beating out chocolate fondue by an easy three-point margin.) So, within minutes, I had whetted my whistle, and she had been sufficiently primed to attempt the cock. So, she once again pulled the cock closer, and started to work in into her cunt.

Meanwhile, I was watching her, watching her boobs as they bounced with every twitch her body made as she impaled herself upon that shaft, watching her face flicker from pain to ecstasy and back as she shoved the inches of cock into herself. I unzipped by pants and pulled out my own cock. I began stroking myself just as she managed to plant her ass on the seat.

"Push me," she said.

I walked slowly around her, squeezing her tits once I was behind her. And then I placed both hands firmly on her buttocks and pushed her forward.

She gasped at the sensation as the cock was driven deep into her.

Then she reached the top of her arc and came down, gasping again at the motion.

I started a steady rhythm, push, stroke, push, stroke, push, stroke. By the time she started panting, I was ready to come. So, when she started yelling "I'm coming!", I came, too.

I've never been able to pinpoint on a map where the Swing is, or even to say for sure what state it's in, but, if you ever spot the road signs for it, be sure to stop. It sure beats eating at Denny's.



The Swing



There, in a rented room with a king-size bed and a dimly lit lampshade, one can see a silhouette of two bodies - a chubby, curvaceous woman on all fours, her face bent down on the soft mattress to suppress a loud wail of ecstasy as she is savagely rammed from behind by a tall, muscular man. Echoes of their moaning pervade in the room, in which the coolness of it is no match from the heat emanating from their bodies. The sweet-sour smell of their sweat increases both their libido making them fuck with all abandon. 

A few moments later and a loud wail echoed in the room as the man twitched and wiggled his body while he embraces the woman from behind, trying not to get outbalanced. His cock, already spent, squirmed its way out of the woman's cum-drenched pussy. He lay down beside her, both of them smiling, their sweat oozing from their bodies, tired but well spent. 

A few minutes of silence later ensued. Until they heard someone clap from the darkened corner of the room. 

*****

Landau and his wife Tasha have been married for more than two decades now. In fact, they will be celebrating their Silver anniversary next month. 

Both are career people; Landau, 55, works as a consultant in an accounting firm while his wife is an executive in a bank. Three of their children have their own families to raise while the youngest who also now works professionally went off his way and lives in a condo now so basically our house now is an empty nest. 

The couple still love each other very much but, although they don't openly admit to each other, that maybe due to their advancing age, their sex life has not that been passionate nor intense after all these years. They try to be intimate with each other as often as we could but everytime they do, it feels mechanical -- as if they already know what to expect, what to do next. The thrill is gone, but they want to regain that rush, the excitement that made Landau and his Tasha love each other through the years. 

One day during Landau's coffe break he remembered a friend narrating an incident about his wife whom he caught surfing a website for swinging couples. He didn't remember the details much but when he asked for it, his friend just smiled so he got curious. He opened his laptop, typed some keyword, and voila! The net suggested a thousand sites. He saw one particular site with a chat area open so he tried one. There he met Dax, 40, with his wife Milney, 35; both gym/dance instructors and businesspeople.

The couple was both warm and accommodating during Landau's conversation with them. They are in the "getting to know you" stage during the first few days at from what Landau gather, the couple live and work in Bulacan; they have no children and they don't plan to have any in the future; they have an "open marriage", and they practice this lifestyle very discreetly and to a very very few people whom they can trust. 

A few weeks passed and the new acquaintances continued with their series of "meetings" until the couple requested that they see Tasha in the webcam on one of their conversations. Landau believes after that meet and greet, the swinging couple likes them because after a few days Dax and they began sending email photos of them. At first there were the harmless pose of Dax and Milney, as a pair, then some candid shots of them individually until the poses became more daring, their clothes becoming skimpier and skimpier. The culmination of which was the pictures of the two having sex and posing in various positions, with a note written below the picture: 

"Let's meet. XOXO."

Seeing the daring sex pictures, Tasha got horny that night she had a very rough sex with Landau. After that bout, the two begin to plan their meeting with the gym couple. 

Manila. Saturday, 5:00 P.M. Landau and Tasha go to an undisclosed hotel as they eagerly wait for their partners. Both wear summer outfits: Landau in a polo shirt and cargo shorts while Tasha in her white shirt and tight fit jeans shorts. Although Landau's dress makes him ordinary looking, the same cannot be said to Tasha's as young men tends to turn their heads and cannot help but to express some subtle gesture of their admiration which made Landau both feel jealous and proud at the same time. A few minutes later Dax and Milney arrived, wearing their gym outfits. 

"Sorry we're late. Had to finish our aerobics session at the plaza, hence the getups? How're you?" Dax extended his hand to shake Landau's. 

"Not a problem. You've met Tasha on cam? So this Milney...gorgeous!" said Landau as they exchanged handshakes and kisses for the men and women, respectively.

The couples immediately book two rooms adjacent to each other since it is hotel policy not to allow more than two people to occupy a room unless they're a family. But before they retire for the night they have dinner at the hotel to make themselves feel comfortable to each even more. 

Landau and Tasha cannot contain their excitement as they wait for the other couple to enter their room because it is their agreement prior to the meeting. Watching an adult film, Landau waits for his spouse to come out of the shower room. To calm his nerves, he pours a glass of brandy and took a swig. Later Tasha came out of the shower room and started to wear her oversized t-shirt. She didn't wear the panty they brought from the department store before they arrived at the hotel. 

"Why bother?" Tasha remarked, followed by a licking of her lips while smiling naughtily when Landau asked her why she didn't wear any. 

It took an hour for Landau to hear a knock from the door as he welcomed the couple. Dax entered, wearing a shirt and boxer shorts followed by Milney wearing a see through night dress with her red skimpy panties barely covering her pussy. 

Sharing the brandy that Landau opened, the couples continued their conversation. Landau noticed that Dax casually sat beside Tasha in bed while Milney quietly goes to the couch and sits beside Landau who can barely keep up with their talk as he was so entranced watching Dax caressing Tasha's right leg, slowly crawling up to her thighs until his wife began to grind her hips as she is being fucked by an actual cock. Tasha then began French kissing Dax as they continue fondling each other's bodies while Milney snuggled closely to Landau and unzipped his shorts to pull his semi hard-cock which Milney now slowly masturbates. She also began to suck his left nipple at the same time. To return Milney's advances, Landau begins groping under Milney's panty and caresses her juicy slit. 

"Fuck, I have fantasized your cock since I saw you sending those pictures in the email. Now I can enjoy this..." Tasha said. 

She breathes heavily, pushing Dax to the bed. She straddles him and starts licking Dax's cockhead, swallowing it slowly until she reaches the base of his cock. She begins sucking on it wildly like a piston especially when Dax reaches for her pussy and starts inserting his two fingers in her which made Tasha grind her hips more until she released her first orgasm. After doing a 69 for almost ten minutes, Dax straddled himself on Tasha and after rubbing his steel cock he penetrates her slowly. 

"Slowly...your cock is big...huff...uhhh...I don't think that would fit in..." 

But with Dax's masterful attention of pinching her nipples, the licking of her ears down to her neck, and the constant sucking of her tongue made Tasha welcome Dax's cock, reaching the innermost parts of her pussy, making her cum again. Dax thrusts his hips slowly at first until Tasha make a writhes in ecstasy, her face showing both pleasure and pain from the young man's member sliding in and out of her pussy. Landau sits there like a statue as he helplessly watch his wife being fucked savagely by a virile young stud, his muscles glistens in the dimness of the room because of his sweat oozing from his body. 

"I can't believe Tasha is actually creaming from Dax's fucking..."

"That means your wife is in ecstasy from the continuous orgasms she is experiencing right now. You should be proud," Milney replied as she rubs Landau's steel cock even more. 

Being a gym instructor, Dax's stamina is incredible. Landau can't imagine himself even if he is in Dax's age as the young man greedily pounds his 9 incher. Landau did a thing or two to Tasha like missionary and doggie but Dax can do even more as he spoons her, fucks her standing up, fucks her as she lays on her belly, among other things. His being a spectator is momentarily halted when Milney stands up with her back towards Landau, her round butt almost in his face. 

"I want to have a go on this..." Milney said as she slowly sits on his lap, guiding his steel cock into her awaiting moist slit. 

Milney gave a long but muffled moan as she sits on Landau's cock. Landau on the other hand cannot believe he is fucking a woman other than his wife for the first time in his life since he and Tasha were highschool sweethearts. During their engagement up to their marriage, Landau has never looked at other women lustfully until now. He is just not sure about Tasha. And he didn't realize that until now. 

Looking for something to hold on to, Landau cups his hands behind Milney's armpits And begins to massage her round firm tits. Just like Dax, Landau made sure that Milney's nipples are hard and protruding. 

"Unghhh...yeah fuck me..." Milney said as she grinds her hips lustily on Landau's groin. 

"I-I'm going to cum..." said Landau, barely holding on to his impending ejaculation. 

As Landau releases his jizz, Milney suddenly manages to stand up and grab hold on his spurting cock and covered it with her mouth, greedily sucking every ooze spitting in her throat. Making sure that Landau has spurted all his cum inside her mouth, she greedily sucks the remaining goo inside her mouth and around Landau's now semi hard shaft. Milney then stands up and kisses Landau torridly as he smells and tastes Milney's cum-covered mouth. 

With their bodies well-spent from the sex bout, the two sits back at the couch to watch the hot scene between Dax and Tasha as Dax now kneeled behind her and begins to thrust his monster cock to Tasha, opening her mouth widely because she is having a hard time accepting Dax's cock into her pussy. 

In that rented room with a king-size bed and a dimly lit lampshade, a silhouette of two bodies - Tasha , a chubby, curvaceous woman on all fours, her face bent down on the soft mattress to suppress a loud wail of ecstasy as she is savagely rammed from behind by Dax, a tall, muscular man. Echoes of their moaning pervade in the room, the coolness of it is no match from the heat emanating from their bodies. The sweet-sour smell of their sweat increases both their libido making them fuck with all abandon. 

A few moments later and a loud wail echoed in the room as Dax twitched and wiggled his body while he embraces Tasha from behind, trying not to get outbalanced. His cock, already spent, squirmed its way out Tasha's cum-drenched pussy. Dax lays down beside her, both of them smiling, their sweat oozing from their bodies, tired but well spent. 

A few minutes of silence later ensued. Until they heard someone clap from the darkened corner of the room. 

"Bravo! Incredible show! That was great, man..." said Landau as he and Milney applauded the two for their performance. 

The couples relaxed for the next hour, conversing, having a small talk while Landau provides the wine. A few minutes later he opens the drawer and took a pair of rolled weeds to calm themselves and to earn their relaxation; after all, all work and no play makes Landau crazy. 

The couple resumed their sessions, this time they return to their original partners but as it continues, the two women ended up being swapped again to Dax and Landau which made them harder to cum this time but eventually after a few minutes Daz is cumming on Tasha's face while Landau rams Milney from behind and releases his warm cum inside her pussy. 

As the men continued their conversation while relaxing, Tasha excused herself to take a shower in the bathroom. Later Milney followed her as she brings her robe and towel. 

Landau is surprised later why Tasha was taking so long in the shower room so excused himself to Dax, saying that he has to pee. 

Before Landau could open the curtain, begins to hear moans inside the shower room so he carefully went to the curtain to check what's happening. Landau cannot believe at first but later he regains composure and continues to peep in the shower room. 

There is Tasha standing, her back on the wall, while Milney kneels under and between her two legs, greedily lapping and sucking his wife's raw and wet vagina. Milney tongues her way inside Tasha's pussy while the shower continues to pour on them. Landau has never seen an erotic and sexual sight like this so he begins to rub his

rock hard member. It seems that Tasha has orgasmed once too many that is why she is asking Milney to stop sucking on her pussy but Milney just goes on with her erotic manipulations on Tasha until she gives her last orgasm and sits down as her knees begins to give way, too weak to move at the moment due to the extreme ecstasy she has just experienced. 

"I didn't realize Milney is a bisexual...and a hot one too..." said Landau to himself. 

Landau then carefully walks back to the living room as Dax watches a movie on the tv. 

"What took you so long...?"

"Uh, I had a diversion."

Smiling wickedly, Dax gave a thumbs up. 

"So how did it go with Milney and Tasha?"

"Not bad, I guess. I am just surprised that your wife is a bi. You didn't share that during our getting to know you."

"Some things are better left unsaid, man. It's better for you to discover. To surprise you. That's why this lifestyle is hot, don't you think?"

I just raise my glass and give him a toast for my affirmation. 

The two came back a few minutes later, both smiling and seems content. At that point we agree that this will be a permanent thing for us as Dax takes Tasha by her arms to go the shower room as I lay in bed with Milney who now begins to caress my growing member again. 

It is going to be a long, but enjoyable night for us.



The Swing Man Cometh Again Pt. 01



This story is a sequel to my previous story, "The Swing Man" and was written way back in 1997. It would be helpful to read it's predecessor but not mandatory. I did not complete this story but now that I have found this excellent site, I am going to have take the pen back up. Poor Svetlana and Rico have been yearning for years to get busy. . .

Chapter One

Jonas Elliot walked out of the gleaming office building in downtown Los Angeles, whistling as he put on his sunglasses. It was late in August; temperature was high in the 80s and a day of Santa Ana winds had blown away all the smog, revealing the majestic mountains that occasionally made an appearance.

The beauty of the day was not what had him in such a good mood. He had just wrapped up his divorce and, while the settlement had been a great deal of money, he'd gotten what he'd wanted for the most part.  

He had gotten the beach house in Malibu, the Lexus, and, most importantly, the freedom to enjoy himself with any woman that met his fancy.

At the moment, the women on his mind was his daughter, Nikki. His petite, sensuous daughter had certainly taken the sting out of his failed marriage by fucking him regularly over the last three months. Just thinking about her made him long to be with her again, as soon as possible.

He activated his hands-off car phone with a touch of his thumb and hit the pre-programmed number to call Nikki's condo. The phone rang several times and then made a clicking sound as the call was forwarded to his daughter's cellular phone. After another two rings, Nikki answered. "Hello."

"Nikki, honey, it's your father."

"Well, hello," Nikki purred. "Is it all over?"

"Yeah, I'm heading back to the beach now. Everything went very smooth."

"You're lucky Mother isn't the vindictive type. But it is good to know that she's out of the way now. . . .all the sneaking around is tiresome."

Of course, it was perfectly natural for him to see his daughter, even for her to stay over some nights at the beach house. But it was also possible that his wife might have tried to gather more dirt on him before the divorce settlement. She had used a private investigator in the past to follow him, to take pictures. So, Nikki and he had been very careful indeed.

"Where are you?" he asked, thinking how good it would be to see her that afternoon.

"I'm at the pool. I brought the phone down here in case you called."

"How 'bout I swing by there right now?" he asked hopefully. He didn't tell her all the things he wanted to do when he got there. It was implied which was the only sane thing to do over a cellular connection.

"Mmmm, that sounds good. Come get me....I'll be by the pool."

"I'm heading right over there...not going to stop at the beach house. Say, in about thirty or forty minutes."

"See you then, Daddy."





The Swing Man Cometh Again Pt. 01



"Nikkkkiiii," he murmured against her lips before she tilted her head and slid her tongue into his receptive mouth. As she Frenched him, he felt her pull her body closer to him, her groin sliding right up to trap his cockshaft with the bikinied junction of her thighs. He slid his hands down to her ass and pulled her tighter into his hips. After a moment her tongue withdrew, breaking their kiss as she leaned her upper torso away from him.  

"Your engine is really going today," he told her as she ran her fingers through his salt and pepper hair, sending her hands down under the collar of his shirt onto his bare back.

"You turn me on, Pops," she said in a teasing voice. "I want to climb on your dick, right here on the chair. How does that sound?" She rubbed his cock with her crotch to convince him how good that would feel - to have her lower her hot pussy down around his hard, upthrust erection.

It was tempting but his legs were already getting that tingling sensation from her weight and the back of the pine chair was hard against his back and the thought of taking her in her soft feather bed was what he had been imagining all the way over to her place. He wanted to stretch out and enjoy himself with her. 

"No, I think I'll just take you to bed, young lady," he said as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and used his right hand to push him up out of the chair. His pants pooled around his ankles as his daughter's legs locked behind his ass. 

"Anywhere you want, Daddy," Nikki acquiesced as he took charge.

He was able to step out of his pants and slide his drawers down and off using his free right hand. Then, wearing his socks, his open shirt and his 105 pound daughter, he walked across the living room and into her bedroom. 





The Swing Man Cometh Again Pt. 01



"Say pretty please," she coaxed, talking to him like a rude child that needed to be taught better manners.

"Pretty please.....with sugar on top," he added to keep her from prolonging her teasing with the standard follow-up. 

As she moved backward in her crouch, he grabbed her head with both hands and watched as her mouth moved to envelop his hard-on. Her tongue first lapped at the bottom of his crimson glans as his prick stood at about a forty-five degree angle from his belly. The touch and the sight triggered a strong, reflexive upward jerk of his cock, smacking the bottom of his shaft against her chin and lips as her tongue withdrew. 

"Wuuuuu," Nikki chuckled naughtily in surprise.

Keeping her hands on the bed on either side of his waist, Nikki corralled the top of his straining manhood with her lips and took the mushroom head into her mouth.

"Aaahhhhh," Jonas sighed, leaning his head back, as Nikki nursed on the helmet, her soft, hot tongue slithering on his knob, back and forth, around and around. Slowly and methodically, she tormented him into higher and higher euphoria. 

What a little lover she is....if I'd only known, Jonas thought as Nikki began bouncing her lips up and down on just his cockhead, the pursed portal of her mouth surrendering and recapturing the flared rim of his head again and again. Could I have had the guts....how would Nikki have reacted?

Jonas had never thought about what might have been. She'd always been a headturner back in high school. Not that Jonas had ever thought about her that way except maybe when she went out on a date and he met the boy and would have these momentary mental pictures of her and the guy fumbling away in the backseat of a car somewhere, just like he had done when he was her age.

But now he wondered what she would have done had he touched her provocatively, maybe in her bedroom, late at night when his wife, her mother, was asleep just down the hall.

Would she have cried? Would she have let him but been traumatized years later? Or would she have touched him back? Was Nikki a little horn-dog, even back then?

She had once told him that she wasn't a virgin at fifteen. So she was having sex back when he thought she was a little angel.

. . .He pictured her laying on her bed back then, he sitting beside her, rubbing her belly as she wore panties and a cut-off sleep shirt. She was smiling, not scared or angry. Then, she hooked her fingers in the top of her panties and pushed them down to mid-thigh. Jonas saw her pussy as it looked back then, perfect with just a little hair. Knowing she wanted sex - sex with her own father - he tore at the clasp buttons on his pajama bottoms with his free hand and saw his teenage child's eyes go wide as his huge erection shot up from seemingly nowhere. Like a hungry lioness, young Nikki rolled over and shoved her mouth down on his cock. . . . 

"Ohhhhhfuck!" Jonas groaned as he opened his eyes and looked down to see Nikki's lips way down his cockshaft in real time, the wet contours of her mouth filled with his now painfully hard sex organ. His fingers tightened on the back of her head as she began to suck him in earnest, lips dragging up and down the glistening barrel of his manhood as she worked his entire length.

"Beautiful, sweetheart..... just like that... aaahhhh... suck it.... suck that dick.... ohhhhhshit!" he swore as her head quickened its bobbing. If she had looked up at him right then, looked up with those eyes and her mouth full of his cock, he would have lost it.

Gritting his teeth against the avalanche of ecstasy that threatened to bury him, he looked up and away from Nikki's working mouth. There was no reason to resist his orgasm; after all, the sooner he came, the sooner he could refract and then they could get down to some real fucking. But, it was a man's instinct to hold out as long as possible. 

He ran his right hand down the back of Nikki's neck and onto the top of her slender back, his eyes tracing the bumpy row of her spine as it ran away toward the small triangular non-tanned thong area just at the top of her ass. Her tanned, pointy ass was stuck up in the air, the spread of her knees causing her buns to separate and create a deep valley.

 That's just the way I'm gonna fuck her later.... drive her face into the pillows! Jonas swore to himself.

Thinking about screwing Nikki's tight pussy broke down the dam that he had been trying to keep up. The countdown had begun and there would be no stoppage in the count, his rocket was lit and would soon explode.

"OHHHH, get ready!" he rasped as he again took control of her head with both hands. Nikki had begun another slow drag on his throbbing pillar and her lips were again up sucking on his plum-like cockknob. His composure blown away, Jonas began humping up into Nikki's mouth, fucking it in frenzied jabs as he dug his heels into the bed.

"Mmmmmfff..... wwuuuummmm," Nikki moaned hotly around his flashing prick. They encouraged him on, told him she was able to take his lunges, that she understood what was coming.

"AHHHHNIKKKKIII.... OOOOHHH..... NNNGGGGHHAAAA!"

Jonas roared in release, his sight telescoping down into darkness, as his cock jetted the first cumshot in Nikki's ready mouth. His balls had a week's worth of seed stored up and the next shot was as powerful as the first. It felt like each would have gone a foot in the air had Nikki not swallowed them down. Her lips had sealed around the undersides of his jerking glans as his hips had fallen back to the bed. 

"OOHHyeaaaahh," he grunted as his vision began to clear and he felt Nikki's hand wrap around his spasming shaft. His prick was continuing to shoot his sap into her hovering lips and Nikki was pulling on his pumping prick, milking more and more cum from his deflating balls.

"Honey.... oh, Nik," he murmured finally, letting his hands fall away to the sides as he slumped back against the bunched pillows and the headboard.

She looked up at him, her wet hand torquing around his fading erection as she coaxed the last of his sperm across her wiggling tongue. She looked so........ proud of herself.

"Wowwwww!" she finally said as she let his dick slide from her lips. "Daddy, I think that was the hottest one yet. I especially liked the end. You were fucking my mouth."

"You liked that?"

"God, yes. I guess I never told you. I always like it when a guy does that. And with you doing it... mmmmmm. It was so.... powerful. Like raw energy," she explained as she ran her index finger below her lower lip, wiping off the saliva/cum that had collected there. She raised up on her knees facing him and ran that wet finger down between her thighs, letting him watch as she rubbed the finger in the folds of her pussy. "All that energy went right down here, Daddy."

"Baby, you are so bad. You want to kill your old man?"

"Oh, I bet you could get it up for me." Nikki emphasized the word 'me'.

"I could, honey, but let's take our time. We got all afternoon."

"And evening," Nikki added. "Unless you have other plans."

"None as enjoyable," he admitted as he playfully closed his knees around her hips. 

Nikki stroked the front of his thighs for a few seconds and then suggested, "How about a shower?"

"Capital idea, young lady. Bring me a new martini and I'll get the shower going?"

"Sure," she agreed. She blew him a kiss, untangled herself from his legs and padded toward the bedroom door. Her tanned asscheeks jiggled like Jello and he watched until she was out of sight.

A jury wouldn't convict me if they could sample those goods, he absolutely thought as he rolled off her bed and headed into the bathroom. 

Hitting the lights, he spent a moment appraising himself in the mirror over the sink. He decided that he still had what it took. The body was hanging in there. A little more gray hair than a few years ago, a little belly coming on. But all and all, not shaggy in the least.

And now I can bang anyone I want without a wife snooping around, he happily reflected as he turned to reach in the shower. 

Nikki's condo had a shower/bathtub combined and the idea of laying in a bath, holding his daughter/lover, seemed more enjoyable than just showering. He hit the stopper toggle switch and turned on the water to begin filling the tub. 

Jonas heard the phone ring, once, then the second ring was shortened as Nikki must have answered in the other room. Over the sound of the water, he could not hear what was being said but he was sure that Nikki would keep the conversation short.

Not finding what he wanted on the sides of the tub, Jonas opened the cabinet under the sink and rummaged around until he found some bath oil. He opened the cap and took a whiff of the stuff. Very flowery but he was a romantic. He poured a capful into the water and whisked his hand around in the water, mixing it in.

The feeling of the hot water on his hand suddenly made him want to take a piss in the worse way. He moved to the toilet, lifted the seat and let loose. There was a momentary intense stinging as the PH changed over.

 A small price to pay for all the good times.

He flushed the toilet and went back to the tub. The water level was over a foot deep and he decided that would be enough with two bodies. He turned off the water and hung a towel over the shower curtain pole, where it would be easily reachable when they were through.

He heard Nikki laugh in the other room, still talking to whoever had called.

Come on, Nikki, cut it short and get your little sexy ass in here, he wished, stepping into the tub and gingerly lowered himself down. 





The Swinger Party



I pulled over to the side of the road and parked across the street from the address we had been given. I saw what appeared to be an ordinary house in an ordinary suburban neighborhood. There was a sign out front, indicating that the residence also served as a dance studio. Perhaps it was, or perhaps it was just a cover story to explain to the neighbors why so many cars were parked in their backyard every Friday night.

I looked over at Charlotte, who was seated in the passenger seat. She looked stunning, as always. Her green eyes sparkled, and that cute dimple on her cheek hinted at the dirty thoughts that must have been swirling around in her head.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied. "Why not?"

We had learned of this house party from a couple we met online. We agreed to meet them for dinner one evening, and although we didn't find the four-way attraction we had hoped to discover, they were very nice and we enjoyed their company. During our pleasant dinner conversation, they mentioned this house party, and both Charlotte and I were instantly intrigued.

I put the car in gear and drove around the side of the house. The backyard had been converted into a makeshift parking lot. Given that we had arrived promptly at the party's starting time of nine o'clock, there were only a few cars visible in the lot. We could see several people through the windows of the house as we walked toward the back door. We passed over a large back deck that featured a barbeque area, a bar, and a hot tub, all enclosed by a high fence, presumably built to ward off nosy neighbors.

We entered through the back door and were greeted by a friendly, older woman named Kim, who collected our $40 "contribution." There was a large sign posted near her with several hand-printed rules written upon it, including "no cameras", "no drunkenness", and in big, bold letters, "NO MEANS NO." As it was our first time at the party, Kim briefly explained the rules of the house. She then beckoned to her husband, Jim, who greeted us with a warm handshake and led us on a short tour.

The entry fee didn't include alcohol, and most guests elected to bring their own. We brought a bottle of spiced rum and some cans of diet cola, and when Jim led us to the basement, he showed where we could store our beverages. It was a finished basement with a large living space that included a large sectional sofa and another small bar. Adjacent to this room was another, smaller, room that contained a bed and a sex swing hung from the ceiling.

"If you want, I could help demonstrate how that works," Jim remarked while smiling at Charlotte.

"Maybe later," she responded.

We were led around the corner, and were shown three small, dimly-lit rooms: one with a bed and the other two with mattresses on the floor. We were told there was a time limit of forty-five minutes on all of the rooms, and that they were awarded on a first-come, first-served basis. We were also instructed to change the bed sheets upon entering the room. As he turned to lead us back upstairs, Charlotte and I exchanged apprehensive glances.

"This is kind of creepy," she whispered, and I nodded in agreement.

As our tour continued upstairs, we passed another living room area with a couch that faced a large flat-screen television. A pornographic video was playing, which featured a hairless man with a giant cock fucking a strangely disinterested woman.

I noticed that there weren't any family photos displayed anywhere in the house, and as we were led past the kitchen, I noticed there were no cooking utensils visible anywhere. It seemed as though this house served solely as a venue for these weekly parties.

Down the hallway were two more rooms without doors. These were "public rooms," Jim explained. Anyone could use these rooms or simply watch the action, but touching another person without permission would result in banishment from the party.

After another handshake, Jim left us alone to fend for ourselves.

"I'll go make us some drinks," I said to Charlotte. "You go mingle."

By the time I returned with our drinks, she was engaged in conversation with a couple she introduced as John and Becky. John was an average-looking guy with a bit of a paunch, and Becky was tall and plump. She had jet-black hair and wore bright-red lipstick. That night's party theme was lingerie, and although Charlotte had opted to dress normally, Becky took the theme to heart, and wore a leather bustier with six-inch spiked heels.

They were very friendly and funny, and the conversation flowed freely. At one point, Becky demonstrated her unique talent for swallowing an entire beer bottle. I had to admit, it was impressive. As we continued our conversation, more and more people filtered into the room. Many of the women opted to dress in theme, which added a fun element to the party.

"So, what do you think?" Charlotte whispered to me.

"About what? Becky?"

"No, I know she's not your type. I can tell by your body language. I mean, do you see anyone that interests you?"

I scanned the room once more.

"Nope," I said with a chuckle. Perhaps my standards were too high. "How about you?"

Her eyes wandered from one corner of the room to the other, stopping nowhere in particular.

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe."

"Well," I said, snatching her empty cup from her hand. "Maybe if we drink enough of these, more attractive people will suddenly appear."

As I headed downstairs to refill our cups, John joined me. He repeatedly told me how hot he thought Charlotte was, and I thanked him, but tried to steer him away from any talk about having a foursome with him and his wife. When I returned upstairs, my wife was no longer where I had left her.

I walked down the hallway to the open rooms. I wasn't expecting to see her there, but it was a good excuse to see what was happening. In one of the rooms, a woman was busy servicing two men. She was straddling one man who was lying on the bed, and sucking another who was standing beside her. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, I noticed two other guys standing in the room, simply watching. One of them had his dick out and was stroking it.

I made my way back through the kitchen to the front entryway and peered outside. On the back deck, there were two couples sitting in the hot tub. They appeared to be naked, as their clothes were strewn about the deck, and the large breasts of the women were bobbing on top of the bubbling water.

I made a complete circle back through the top of the stairway and into the living room, and that's when I found Charlotte, sitting on the lap of a very large black guy, who was seated on a crowded couch. She noticed me immediately, and held her hand out for her drink.

"There wasn't anywhere to sit," she explained with a grin, "so Darryl offered to let me sit here."

"How generous of him," I said, and held out my hand. His hand was so enormous, I felt like I was a little kid shaking the hand of a fully-grown adult.

"I was just about to ask Darryl how big his cock is," she said in a matter-of-fact manner. I nearly spit out my drink. I instantly made a mental note to slow down on the drinks, as I could tell she was becoming far too uninhibited, far too quickly.

Darryl laughed out loud at this statement.

"Well, because he's such a big guy everywhere else, I mean," she stammered.

"Oh, okay," Darryl said, still laughing. His hands were all over her thighs. "It's not because of the black thing, right?"

"You're black?" she said with an expression of shock. This elicited a loud belly laugh from Darryl, who flailed on the couch as if he had just been electrocuted. As he did so, his meaty hands pawed her hips and midriff.

Just then, a full-figured woman entered the living room and shouted Darryl's name. He responded with an enthusiastic shout, and they awkwardly hugged with Charlotte still seated on his lap. When they broke their embrace, Charlotte hopped off of his lap and sidled toward me.

As we swiftly moved into the next room, Darryl shouted, "Hey! Where are you going?"

"I'll be around," Charlotte assured him.

"What was that all about?" I whispered to her as we made our way through the crowd toward the kitchen.

"I got tired, and wanted to sit down," she explained, coyly.

"Yeah...okay."

As it inexplicably happens at every party, the kitchen had become the gathering place for most of the guests. We struck up a conversation with several people around the center island, and discovered that there is never a dull conversation at a swinger party.

I glanced around the room to see if any new faces had arrived, and couldn't help but notice one incredibly cute woman who was leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in her hand. She had curly black hair, and big, dark eyes. When her eyes locked on to mine, she smiled so sweetly, I couldn't help but break away from my conversation and introduce myself.

Her name was Maria, and she was there with her husband, Paul. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she explained that this was their first time at a swinger party. They had never been with another couple before, and weren't sure how far they were willing to go, but were simply there to soak in the atmosphere.

I nodded my head, hardly hearing a word she said. She had me in a trance. I made her laugh a few times, and the chemistry between us was undeniable. Under normal circumstances, I would have been far more cognizant of their situation, and proceeded with more caution. However, I was so excited to find such an attractive woman at this party that I decided to be a little more aggressive than usual. As we spoke, I leaned in toward her, as if I were having difficulty hearing, and placed my hand on her hip. Happily, she didn't remove my hand, so I kept it there.

She still seemed nervous, and reached for a tray full of brownies on the counter. She took a bite, and declared that it was delicious. I noticed a crumb on her lips, and inspiration took hold of me.

"Let me taste," I said, and leaned in and kissed her.

For the next several minutes, the universe disappeared, and we were all alone. She melted in my arms, and I ran my fingers through her soft hair and held her cheek as I kissed her long and hard. She was an amazing kisser. Her soft lips and fleeting tongue stirred an intense passion within me, and I never wanted the moment to end.

Unfortunately, our make-out session came to an abrupt halt, and the universe collapsed upon itself, returning me to reality. Paul asked to have a word with his wife, and she politely told me she would be back. It was the last time I ever saw her.

"I was just about to head over there and be your wing man," Charlotte said with a grin.

"Yeah...I guess I blew that one."

"You should've waited for me," she scolded. "I would've helped you out by distracting him."

I looked at her cup, and it was empty once more. So was mine. I volunteered to refill our cups one last time, and headed downstairs to the bar with an erection still straining against my pants. When I descended the stairs and entered the living room, I saw two women kneeling in front of two men seated on the sectional sofa. Their heads were bobbing up and down, and the men appeared very happy.

I pretended not to notice them, and refilled our cups with the last of our liquor. When I returned upstairs, I once again discovered that Charlotte wasn't where I had left her. The open rooms were both occupied by couples having foursomes, and the hot tub was occupied by a woman giving a guy a blowjob while a man and woman watched.

I rounded the corner to the living room, and several people were seated on the couch, engrossed in conversation while the porn video still played on the flat screen to a completely disinterested audience. When your life is a porn movie, I noted, those videos become a lot less interesting.

At last, I found Charlotte in a darkened corner of the "dance floor", which was the room adjacent to the kitchen, where no one really danced. She was engaged in conversation with another average-looking guy.

"This is Peter," she informed me as she grabbed her drink. "He's an engineer. And he went to M.I.T."

She always had a thing for intelligent men, so it didn't surprise me that she was drawn to him. The three of us had a nice conversation for several minutes. I turned toward the rest of the house to scan the room once more, and when I turned back toward them, they were kissing like a couple of horny co-eds. I wasn't sure what to do with myself, so I leaned against the wall and pretended not to notice them.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they came up for air.

"Peter wants to go to one of the rooms," Charlotte informed me. "Are you okay with that?"

Having a threesome with my wife and some strange guy she just met wasn't really in my original plans for the evening. But since I had yet to make a connection myself, and since she was clearly horny and interested in this guy, I figured why not. Charlotte gave me an enthusiastic hug and kiss.

We ventured downstairs to the closed rooms, and they were all occupied, so we positioned ourselves outside of one of the rooms and waited. This gave Charlotte and Peter the opportunity to continue their make-out session. They kissed and groped each other shamelessly as I stood there awkwardly. Finally, the curtain to one of the rooms opened, and two disheveled couples emerged with sheepish smiles.

As we were about to enter the room, John bounded down the stairs and immediately shouted toward Charlotte.

"Hey, you!" he bellowed. It appeared as though he had been enjoying the beverages he brought to the party. "I just want to let you know, you are – by far – the best-looking woman at this party tonight."

"Thanks," she responded.

Peter began to pull her into the open room by her hand. Just before disappearing inside, she turned back toward John.

"Do you want to join us?" she asked.

It took a moment for me to process her question. My wife was heading into a room to fuck another guy...and she was asking yet another guy to join us? We hadn't planned this impromptu threesome, and now she was proposing a mini-gangbang?

John didn't hesitate for a moment. He grabbed her other hand, and somehow I became the third man to enter the room. I had barely closed the curtain to the room, and Charlotte was already taking turns kissing both men. Their hands were all over her body, and Charlotte's hands were rubbing their crotches.

As instructed earlier, I took a bed sheet from the corner of the room, removed the old sheet, and replaced it with the new one. By the time I was done, Charlotte's jeans were around her ankles, her shirt was off, and both of the men's cocks were out. She was stroking John's cock while he kissed her and fingered her glistening slit. Peter was behind her, kissing her neck and unclasping her bra.

When her bra dropped to the floor, John took that opportunity to suck her tits while Peter turned her head and kissed her on the lips. I removed my shirt, shoes and pants, and simply absorbed this surreal scene before me. John managed to wrestle Charlotte's pants off, and she stood before them, completely naked.

She dropped to her knees and took John's hard cock in her mouth. As she worked on him with her mouth, she reached back to stroke Peter's cock. She then pulled him toward her and took his cock into her mouth as well. She alternated from cock to cock several times, keeping them both satisfied, and it suddenly seemed to occur to her that I had been left out of the action. She smiled at me, and seductively beckoned me toward her. I wedged myself between John and Peter, and she made my dick disappear into her mouth while she continued stroking John and Peter with both hands.

After several minutes of alternating between all three of us, I led her to the mattress on the floor. She lay on her back, and John immediately dived head-first between her legs. As he worked her clit with his flickering tongue, I positioned myself at her head and put my dick in her mouth. The sensation of her moaning with her mouth full of my cock sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

Peter took this opportunity to undress, and I told Charlotte to flip over onto all fours. I could tell she needed to be fucked. While I entered her from behind, Peter knelt in front of her, and she slurped and sucked his tool. John undressed and knelt beside Peter, allowing Charlotte to once again switch her attention from cock to cock.

This situation was so erotic, and Charlotte's soaking-wet pussy felt so good wrapped around my cock, I soon felt myself approaching the point of no return. I didn't want to finish that quickly, so I signaled for John to switch places with me. I reached into my pants pocket and handed him a condom.

I knew that if I knelt in front of Charlotte, her talented mouth would get me off in no time, so I opted to sit and watch the action from the corner of the room for a while. She gave a muffled groan when John entered her, and I could tell it was difficult for her to concentrate on sucking Peter's cock as she was being pounded by John. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her fleshy ass filled the tiny room, and her muffled moans became more intense.

John gave a loud moan, pulled out of her, shed his condom, and stroked himself all over her ass and back. Charlotte was still grinding against him, and I could tell she wasn't finished yet. She took Peter's dick out of her mouth and gave him a dirty look. She didn't need to ask.

Peter fished a condom out of his pants and positioned himself behind her. She was about to get fucked by her third dick of the night. The whole situation was so surreal, it seemed like a dream. Peter entered her, and had barely begun fucking her when he emitted a loud groan. He tensed and shook while buried deep inside her. He withdrew, holding a condom that was completely filled to capacity.

I could tell by the way Charlotte looked at me that she still wasn't satisfied. But we had been in the room for a long time, and I could hear people waiting outside.

"We should go," I said. She gave me an exasperated sigh, and rose to her feet. We all dressed, and exited the room. The sight of seeing one woman leave a room with three guys didn't seem to faze anyone. We thanked John and Peter, and returned to the party.

"What has gotten into you?" I asked Charlotte, once we were alone again.

"I don't know," she said. "I'm so fucking horny right now. I can't even explain it."

"Well, when we get home, I'll take care of that for you," I said.

"You promise?" she said with a sexy grin.

We lingered around for another hour or so. It was getting late, and only a dozen or so guests remained. We said our good-byes to the new friends we had met and exited through the back door to our car. Darryl was leaning against a car and staring into his cell phone. Charlotte called to him, and he smiled widely and gave her a hug.

"Any luck tonight?" she asked.

"Nah," he said. "It was a slow night. That's the life of a single guy at these parties. It's hit or miss."

"That's too bad," she responded. "Maybe if I see you again, you'll answer my question."

"What question?" he asked, before immediately remembering. "Oh, yeah! You really want to know, huh?"

"Maybe," she said with a playful smile.

"Well, then maybe you'll have to find out for yourself."

"Hmm," she said, pausing in a flirty way. "Maybe."

"Well, then why wait?" he responded. "Come on, I'll show you right now."

Before she could even consider the proposal, he took her hand and pulled her back into the house. I had to practically jog to keep up with them as they bolted to one of the open rooms in the back. The room was empty, and they moved to the side where they couldn't be seen from the open door.




The Swinger Party



Darryl unzipped his fly and reached into his pants, producing a flaccid, yet impressively sized cock.

"Well?" he said. As he held it in his massive hand, it began to swell.

Charlotte stepped back and gave it a critical look with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know," she said in a serious manner. "It's pretty big, but not as big as I thought it would be."

"Maybe you should take a closer look at it," he said.

She gave him a naughty smile and reached over to touch it. Her hand looked incredibly tiny and pale and she wrapped her dainty fingers around it. She gave it a few soft strokes, and it grew larger. It was already becoming evident that this was no average-sized cock.

She slowly lowered herself to her knees, and gave his cock head a soft kiss. His shaft continued to swell. Her hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, and barely covered half of it. She placed it in her mouth and took it in, all the way until her lips touched her hand. Darryl responded with a low groan.

She continued to work her mouth along his massive shaft, and I was amazed how much of it she was able to fit into her mouth. It was like watching a snake devour another snake. She began to stroke his cock with her mouth more rapidly, and one of her hands dropped between her legs. Clearly, she was still horny, I thought.

She took him out of her mouth, revealing his full length. It was larger than any cock I had ever seen outside of porn movies. She stood and looked at me.

"You mind if he fucks me?" she asked.

She had put me in a position where I could hardly protest. With a shrug of my shoulders, she began undressing. She then crawled onto the bed on all fours, and patted the bed in front of her head.

"Come here," she said to me. "Sit in front of me."

While Darryl and I undressed, I noticed Darryl had strapped on an extra-large condom over his unit, and was moving behind her. I could tell by the look on his face that he was admiring the view of her perfectly round, pale ass.

I sat in front of her, and she took my stiff cock in her mouth. I instantly recognized the moment of penetration by the gasping sound she made. Darryl slowly pumped himself in and out of her pussy while she took my dick all the way into the back of her throat, groaning with each stroke.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she said, removing me from her mouth. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

She later told me she regretted saying that, as she got more than she could handle. Darryl thrust himself into her hard, fast and deep. She wore a pained expression on her face, and eventually gave up trying to concentrate on my cock. After several thrusts, she told him to stop, and asked us to switch places.

She positioned herself sideways on the bed, and asked Daryl to stand in front of her. I entered her from behind, and immediately noticed how stretched out she felt. As I thrust myself into her, the look on Darryl's face told me she was doing an excellent job of swallowing his pole.

After several minutes, she paused and looked up at him.

"Are you going to cum for me?" she asked, rather impatiently.

He placed his hands on the back of her head and pushed her mouth back onto him. He began thrusting into her mouth, fucking it like a pussy, and she moaned in response. He scrunched up his face into a pained expression, thrust once more deep inside her mouth, and held her there.

"Oh, fuck!" he shouted.

I could only see the back of Charlotte's head, but could tell she was struggling to handle the massive load that filled her mouth. I couldn't take anymore. I pounded into her faster and harder until I felt my own orgasm surge.

"Oh, God! I'm going to cum!" I shouted.

Charlotte then did something I had never seen her do in 17 years of marriage. She spun around, took my cock in her mouth, and emptied me into her throat. She moaned around my organ like a woman possessed with a sexual fever, and continued to bob her head along my shaft until I begged her to stop.

I had experienced such a powerful orgasm that when I opened my eyes, I saw stars. When the stars faded, I noticed that the three of us weren't alone. There were several people standing in the open doorway, and a couple of random guys standing in the room with us, stroking their cocks.

When they realized the show had ended, they began applauding.

Yes, they actually applauded.



The Swingers



Brad and I had been dating since our sophomore year in high school. We did not know it at the time, but Brad was to be my first husband. We were now out of high school by a year and a half and both of us had jobs close to each other. There was a large county park about 5 minutes away from where we both worked. In nice weather we would meet there for lunch when our lunch hours coincided. We both brown bagged it on those days and since we both worked about five minutes from the park we had about fifty minutes to sit and talk and enjoy each other.

On one particular day in the spring of that year we had sex as I sat on the top of a picnic table. There were a lot of other people in the park at the time and we were in view of about forty or fifty other people when we had sex that day. Because we were so discrete about it no one even realized what we were doing. It was a fantastic experience for me and after that first time there was seldom a lunch hour, on which we met, that we didn't have sex right there in public in the park. Each time it was an exciting experience and with each of those experiences we grew bolder, however we kept things very discrete and private even though we were in public.

Being an exhibitionist was nothing new to me. As I grew up I had learned how exciting it was to sunbathe in the nude. I grew up in the country on a farm where there was a great deal of privacy, even outdoors. There was only my twin brother, my Mom and I so I didn't have a big family to worry about seeing me. Because I was so close to my twin brother I was never concerned about him seeing me nude. We had both seen each other naked many times and it was no big deal for him to see me. My Mom would have probably killed me had she known that I sunbathed outside completely naked but she worked and she was never home when I did it. I also used to hang the laundry out in the nude on very hot days and sometimes I would do my chores naked because it was much cooler on hot days to go without clothes.

A few weeks after our first experience of having sex in public, we met for lunch and were sitting on the swings next to the picnic table after we had eaten lunch. We were facing opposite directions, as we usually did, so that we were facing each other when we stopped swinging. I had on a very full skirt once again and was swinging rather high. The wind was making my dress billow up in the air and I was rather exposed as I swung. Each time we swung backward he could easily see my dress billowing up exposing my bare legs completely.

"Do you realize how high your dress is blowing?" Brad asked me.

"Yes, and it feels really good," I replied.

"Those people down there can probably see up your dress," he commented, motioning to the people down hill from us, having a picnic.

"They probably can see up my dress and they can see more than you think; I am not wearing panties right now," I told him in a sing song manner.

"You naughty girl; you didn't tell me that before," he chided me.

"That's because you didn't ask and you didn't check to see what I was wearing under my skirt," I quipped back at him.

"Now that I know, you have me all hot and bothered," he informed me.

"And what are you going to do about it," I teased him.

"You want to go back over and sit on the table for me?" he questioned.

Slowing my swing to a halt I looked over at Brad and with a coy look on my face I asked, "How would you like to try something new?"

He looked at me with a quizzical look on his face but didn't answer me.

I waited till Brad's swing stopped then stood and walked over to him. I stood in front of him and asked, "Can I swing with you?"

"What do you mean? What are you up to?" he asked me.

"Just trust me," I answered him with a grin.

I stood in front of him trying to act mysterious and look coy with one of my little girl looks. Brad seemed a little skeptical about what I wanted to do. He was usually in charge but this time I had taken control of our activities and left him in the dark.

"Just let me sit over your lap," I instructed him. "Let me straddle you."

Brad stood slightly, still holding onto the chains on each side of the swing, as I stepped forward until I was almost touching him as we stood face to face.

"OK, now lean over to one side," I instructed him as I motioned with my hand toward his right.

As he leaned to his right I lifted my right leg and slipped it up over the swing seat on his left. I grasp the swing chains in my hands also and as he leaned the opposite direction I lifted my left leg and slung it over the swing seat on the other side of him. He then sat back down on the swing seat and I slid forward onto his lap, straddling his body and facing him.

We sat there like that for a minute as he wrapped his arms around me and we kissed, pulling me tight against his chest.

I had not worn panties or stockings to lunch that day so my bare legs were pretty much exposed almost up to the top of my thighs. My skirt was covering the remainder of me. I was wearing a full skirt which hung down behind me, covering my bare bum. My skirt cascaded down over his legs which were protruding out from underneath me and behind me.

I had never told Brad but I had once seen a couple on a swing when I was up at the lake. They were sitting just the way that we were. As I sat there over Brad's lap I related to him what I had seen that day.

It was in a picnic grove removed from the beach but they were both wearing swim suits. I was with my Mom and brother and some other relatives. Everyone else was down on the beach but I had returned to our picnic table because I was hungry. I was sitting alone at the picnic table with a snack and a Coke when this young couple caught my eye.

I don't know what it was about this couple that caught my eye, they were not unlike any other couple that you might see at the beach, but I watched them anyway. He was kinda good looking but not outstanding. She was smallish with blonde hair. Her build was slight which gave her very little shape and small breasts. Although they were just an average young couple you could tell by the way they acted toward each other, and the way they looked at each other, that they were very special to each other.

I tried acting out some of what I was relating to him in my story and at this point I kissed him, but this time I made sure that it was a long deep wet kiss.

After our kiss I went back to my story:

As they walked thru the sparsely populated picnic area holding hands it was obvious to me they were looking for someplace that might afford them some privacy. There was no place that they could go off to and be alone. The whole area was wide open and they were in plain view of everyone there.

She led them over to a set of large swings and she sat down on a swing while he stood in front of her as they talked. She moved the swing from side to side in a nervous fashion as they talked. After a few minutes of talking she stood up and he sat down on the swing. She sat down on his lap straddling him with her legs spread; one leg on each side of his hips. She wrapped her arms around him and held herself to him as he held on to the chains supporting the swing and he started them swinging.

I could see that she was grinding herself against his lap as they began swinging higher and higher and that they were both enjoying what she was doing. He seemed to get into the act by thrusting upward when he pumped the swing, pushing himself up hard against her open crotch. The faster they swung and the higher they went the more furious their rubbing together became.

It was a beautiful sight, watching this young couple, obviously very much in love, pleasuring each other in the best way that they could.

As I related the story I sat there grinding my nakedness under my skirt against the hardness inside his pants. Brad had started the swing moving ever so slightly as I talked. He was pushing himself up against my spread crotch, responding to my actions.

I wasn't nearly as nervous this time as I had been the first time. I didn't care if others were watching us. My libido had climbed to a point at which nothing else seemed as important as satisfying my desires. I could feel, by his actions that he was just as excited as I was. 

The idea of going pantiless was always exciting to me. Sitting here in a public place, grinding myself against his hardness just raised that level of excitement. What was really fantastic about what we were doing was that I was rubbing my bare pussy against him under my dress with many people all around us and no one but Brad and I knew what I was doing. My excitement level was rising in leaps and bounds 

Brad had maintained his position on the swing, facing the people that were downhill from us when I sat down on his lap on the swing. This meant that as we sat there grinding ourselves together he could look over my shoulder at all the other people that were in the area where we were. I had to look over my shoulder to see the other people there. Knowing there were other people that could see us while I was naked under my skirt and grinding my bare pussy against his hardness thru his pants added to my excitement. I felt very naughty and I love feeling naughty. Looking over my shoulder I could see that no one was paying any attention to us but we were doing something sexual in front of them, even if they weren't paying attention to us, and that excited me even more.

Turning my face so that my mouth was directly in front of his ear I whispered, "Would you like to be inside me right now?"

"You know I would," he whispered in a soft voice.

"Ok, then stop the swing," I suggested.

We weren't swinging very high so Brad just put his feet down on the ground and stopped us immediately.

I slid back on his lap, toward his knees, until I was almost off of his lap. Then I lifted my legs and pulled them from around him and stood up. 

As I stood directly in front of him, shielding him from the vision of the other people, I instructed him, "Go ahead and open your pants."

This time he was the one looking around to see if anyone was watching us. He reached down and opened the front of his pants, pushing them to the side. Next he pushed the front of his underwear down then stood slightly so that he could push his pants and underwear down almost over his hips. His hard penis popped out from under the elastic band of his briefs and stood straight up in the air.

Quietly I said, as I looked down at his erection, "Wow! You sure are hard."

Brad just looked up into my eyes and smiled at me. He still seemed a little nervous about what we were doing but now that he understood what we were going to do he seemed a little more relaxed.

Lifting my legs once again I placed them on each side of his hips and sat back down on his lap, straddling him and facing him.

With me now sitting on his lap, Brad reached up and grasped the chains of the swing once again. I leaned back slightly, until I could look down between us and see his erection. I then reached down and took his erection in my hand and, watching what I was doing, I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked it a couple of times. Looking up into his eyes I grinned then scrunched forward on his lap until his rigid penis was touching my pussy. With his penis in my hand I guided him to the entrance of my vagina then held it in place as I slid farther forward, burying it easily inside my vagina. Being as wet as I was I had no problems accepting his penis into my vagina; he slipped in very easily.

With his penis now partially buried inside me I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed passionately. When our embrace broke and we stopped our kiss I reached up and grasp the swing chains just below Brad's hands and pushed forward with my pelvis as though I was pumping the swing. As I did I pushed his erection deeper inside my body.

He back pedaled with his feet then lifted his feet so that we started to swing with him going forward and me moving backward. When we reach the fullest extent of the back swing I lifted my feet and leaned back, pulling on the chains as I normally would, to pump a swing. When I did this I pressed down into his lap forcing his penis deeper into my vagina. As I swung forward Brad was swinging backward. When we reached the end of the back swing again, in Brad's direction, Brad pushed his feet out in front of him and I dropped my feet down, causing his penis to slip slightly down my vagina. He leaned back and pulled back on the swing chains, pumping in his forward direction. When he pumped he pushed his penis upward forcing his penis back up and deep into me.

The motion of both of us pumping was forcing the swing to go higher and forcing his erection in and out of my vagina. It was as though he was taking long slow strokes in and out of me when we made love on a bed, except in this case we were out in public in full view of forty or so people and on a swing. We had created a see saw type of motion and our rhythm was constant and repetitive.

We had just barely begun to swing but were going pretty high when out of the woods above us walked a couple probably twice our age. They were walking hand in hand and smiling, coming down the hill directly toward us. Brad's back was toward them and I was facing them.

I whispered in his ear, "Someone is coming behind you."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I don't know, I guess we just keep swinging," I replied.

We were swinging and, at the same time, he was deep inside me. My dress was covering us from my back and the sides as it cascaded down over my butt and his legs but my dress was not covering my legs, which were naked to the tops of my thighs and sticking straight up in the air each time that I pumped the swing although it was bunched between us in front of me, hiding what we were doing. My dress was billowing out behind me each time that the swing went forward in my direction but it quickly came back down when we changed directions. I could feel the fresh air on my bare bum.

"Don't pump the swing, just let it die down until they pass us," he suggested to me.

As they approached us I could feel the guy's eyes on my bare legs, trying to see as much as he could. Being in this position, impaled on Brad's swollen penis, with this couple looking at us, was really exciting me. Although they could see that we were in a strange position, I didn't think they knew what we were doing but it still really excited me.

As they approached I looked straight at them and smiled as did Brad when he turned his head. It was at that point that the guy spoke up, "You two sure look like you're having a lot of fun. We have seen you here before and you always seem to enjoy each others company. You remind us of a couple little kids, the way you're always having fun."

I smiled and bashfully said, "Thank you," because that was all that I could think of to say.

As they passed us the woman looked back at Brad and grinned. When she did Brad knew that she knew exactly what we were doing. 

Once they were out of ear shot I told Brad, "They didn't even suspect what we were doing."

"No, I think they knew exactly what we were doing," he informed him.

I started pumping the swing again as I asked him why he thought that.

"Because my bare ass is hanging off the back of the swing seat and I am sure that they saw it," he explained.

I let go of the swing chain with my left hand, holding tightly with my right hand, and leaned forward so that I could reach behind him with my free left hand. I quickly ran my hand down his back to feel his butt. His shirt tail was hanging down over his naked butt, but the top of his pants were under his thighs against the swing seat and his bare butt was very visible when his shirt tail billowed up in the air.

Taking hold of the swing chain again with my left hand I looked at him and giggled ,"You're right; your bare butt is hanging out the back."

"I think that is why that woman turned around and gave me such a big grin," he stated.

"Well, you do have a nice butt. You should be proud of it," I exclaimed, then busted out laughing.

"What's so funny?" he asked me.

"If it were me I would have showed off my naked butt proudly, but you seem to begrudge the poor woman a good look at your sexy butt," I laughed.

Brad ignored my comment and started to pump harder and swing higher. With each pump of the swing, on his part or mine, his penis was forced into my vagina in a very rhythmic motion. Each time he pumped the swing and drove his penis deep into me, his pubic bone crashed into my pussy, crushing my clitoris between us and increasing the fantastic sensations that I was receiving. It felt really good, making love like this, but it was the idea that we were doing it here in front of everyone else that really excited me. I had that full feeling that a girl gets when her guy is deep inside her. The motion that his penis was making deep inside my body was fantastic, along with the excitement of having sex in public.

As we swung higher and faster my dress began blowing up in the air behind me and I am sure that my bare butt was showing for all the world to see. The excitement of being exposed in public heightened my arousal. The more excited I became, the harder I pumped the swing, trying to make it go faster and higher, which in turn raised my passions, causing me to become even more excited.

As we pumped the swing harder and faster the speed of our rhythm increased, raising our passions higher. 

I could feel my libido climbing higher. That wonderful queasy, feeling deep between my legs, was forming as we swung higher and his penis pumped in and out of me more rapidly. My vagina was becoming extremely sensitive. Brad was now leaning way back each time he pumped the swing driving his rigid penis harder and deeper into my vagina. Each time that he leaned back to pull on the swing chains I could feel him buck his pelvis up forcing himself deeper into me and harder against me.

Brad had always loved having me talk dirty to him when we were making love. He liked me to say things to him that I would not ordinarily say. It excited me also, to say these things to him in the heat of passion. I started to whisper encouragement to him in the dirty language that he loved.

"Fuck me hard, Baby!" I told him. "I want your cum!" "Give it to me!" "Fill my cunt with your cum, Honey!"

I intentionally held my voice down so that I didn't attract any attention to us.

With each dirty phrase I uttered I became more and more excited. By now we were making wild passionate love to each other. He was ramming himself hard into me. My pussy was burning with desire and I couldn't get enough of him inside me. I wanted it as fast and hard as he could give it to me.

My heart was pounding; my breath was now coming in gasps; my head was spinning. My whole being was centered in the pleasure that I was receiving between my legs. I gripped the swing chains in a death grip. My orgasm was climbing from deep within my groin and radiating out to my every extremity. The swing was now going high enough and fast enough that my stomach was fluttering at each end of its arc, just as it changed directions.

I felt Brad stiffen as he jammed his rigid throbbing penis as deep into me as he could. When he did, I pressed my cunt down onto his cock and we both stopped moving at that point. The swing was still going really high as I pressed hard against him and he pushed himself deep into me. At the same time, my orgasm climbed to the top and my muscles tensed as I stiffened also. Just before I closed my eyes I saw his face grimace and contort in the pleasure that he was receiving. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and I felt him explode deep inside my body. His cock throbbed as it gushed its warm cum deep inside me.