0 comments/ 39589 views/ 3 favorites The Christening Of Lillian Ch. 01 By: Lustyspouse A TRUE TALE –EPISODE 1 For those of you who are swingers, bi-women, or simply curious and looking to experiment with an alternative lifestyle, you'd like the true story I am about to relate. My wife and I are swingers, and we love meeting couples or single ladies who travel on vacation to our part of the world in south East Asia. My wife Jasmin and I purchased our current flat through an agent, from a Chinese couple called David and Lillian. They were a nice and decent couple, with two kids in junior school. They wanted to move to another flat in the same neighbourhood just a few blocks away cause it was nearer to the school their daughter was attending, and also because they needed the money. David is a wholesale executive selling Xerox machines and Lillian runs her own mail-order gift-ware business from home. She is a tall lanky woman, flawless fair complexion, short and sassy hair, and little perky tits. David was the typical salesman kind of clean-cut chap, wears glasses, which lends him an image of a prudish man. Lillian and me kept in touch after the transaction was over and we had moved into the flat, mainly because I was interested in starting a home-based business retailing novelties from Bali as well as mail-order lingerie which Jasmin, my wife, was also keen on. So I wanted some advise from her. In return, she sought my expertise in the legal field in dealing with some contractual aspects of her business. So we kept in touch pretty regularly through the phone. I had mailed her some brochures which she found rather erotic and asked me about which product range I planned to import. It was then that the subject veered towards sex. You see, I told her that I thought Asians like us had little access to sexual aids and toys, unless they travelled. So since some of the lingerie I planned to import came from sex-shops in England, I might as well import some sex-toys also, which I know there would be a keen market for. Lillian said that it sounded interesting, then went on to confess, to my surprise, that she and David's sex life were on a slump due to their long working hours. She admitted that the subject I had raised was a well-timed reminder for her to review what was going on in their lives; she added that she would welcome anything that spruced up their marriage. She began by enquiring about my sex life with Jasmin, my wife. And the discussion went to a deeper level; she said she had never used a dildo on herself before. When I discussed alternative lifestyles with her, such as swinging, she was intrigued. But she always maintained a collected disposition, and had a rather nice giggle that made me want to know how she sounded like in bed. She said that David was not the type who'd care to stray into a sexual discussion. Following that conversation we met for lunch a couple of times. On one occasion, she told me that she had been brought up in a restrictive family environment since a child, and till today her siblings were too protective over her. I told her that when we met them at the Housing council to sign the necessary papers to complete the transfer of the house to our ownership, she had worn a lovely floral skirt and heels open-toe heels, and Jasmin had commented that she had nice inviting slim legs and 'edible-looking' toes. Lillian laughed as we sipped our Grande-size Starbucks Lattes. Then I enquired about her sweet and sexy looking Filipino maid that we had seen when we visited the flat that we bought over from her and David. Lillian then confided in me that she liked the maid a lot, and seemed to enjoy being a domineering employer, giving orders and making the maid go the extra mile in attending her chores. She said she sympathised with her maid, Susan, because she understood how maids felt like being away from home in a foreign land at the mercy of foreign employers. Lillian told me how she had made Susan scrutinized each and every pair of panties she wore for stains, in her presence, and to vocalize in detail the nature of the stains. Susan also wanted, because of hierarchical respect, to wash her inner-garments and clothes separately from her employers. But Lillian insisted that Susan soak all their inner-garments together, including David's underwear, in a pail overnight before machine-washing them the following morning. I asked Lillian if she was bi-sexual or if she had done another woman before. She said she hadn't, but jshe simply enjoyed dominating a woman – not sexually but work-wise. I also asked her if she had used a dildo on herself, and she blushed, saying she had never even seen one, let alone touch one. So she asked if I had one to lend her. I said yes, that Jasmin had a few, and I had a couple that I especially used on Jasmin. I promised to lend her one when we met again the next time. I knew that our conversation was arousing Lillian. She was seated facing me, legs crossed beneath a knee length skirt that had a slit that ran till midway up the front, so her knees and a bit of flesh above that was visible, especially since Starbucks tables are simple in design with not much leg room for one to manoeuvre one's legs below them. I looked at her knees, she smiled. I just wanted to slide my hand in-between to finger-fuck her that instant, but I knew it was still too early to expect a Singaporean Chinese woman like Lillian to indulge. One must bear in mind that Singaporean Chinese women are not just inhibited, but they are experts in keeping their true feelings contained and suppressed. Move too fast when dating such a woman and she'll clam up till you go away. To me, Lillian was learning, and she was in the early stages of blooming. The best women in Singapore were the housewives, the women who constituted the morning and afternoon rowdiness within residential estates, rushing about sending or fetching kids to and from neighbourhood public schools, going to the market, etc. wearing their spandex shorts or other forms of short pants that made it convenient for them to ride their bicycles around. Those that did not cycle would walk, and most of these Chinese women were at least trimmed in shape and slim. Some of them made it a point to dress teasingly, with make-up, well-coiffured hair-dos, sexy hot pants, brightly coloured nails with crimson lips – this was their only opportunity to remind themselves how 'woman' they still were, by being a titillation to the viewing pleasure of men in the vicinity. Others were more tamed, believing the fresh, natural, or out of bed look went better with their hot pants and tank-tops. Lillian was the latter, and slightly more educated and affluent than the others. And I prefer the latter too, especially the ones with well-worn seasoned and natural facial lines, perspiration showing on their bodies. If you see these Chinese women, you'll love their milky-fair complexion – Chinese women are gifted with the best pair of hind limbs in Asia. You'll come to appreciate their radiance, their strong looking thighs, and their nicely shaped bums. They have petit breasts, but the whiteness revealed by their cleavage will provoke your senses. A fleeting glance by a housewife as you walk past them in these neighbourhoods speak a thousand words, their almond-shaped eyes conveying to you a deeply-set message of depravation and desire. A show of appreciation for what they consider the little that they can flaunt is sufficient to earn their good graces. They are different from the career-women who work desk-bound office jobs, who ply the pubs and nightclubs after dusk, and who are superficial. The Chinese women here do not inflate in size after marriage, like many of the Malay women do; the latter would then cloak themselves in their favourite traditional knee length straight-cut long-sleeved satin gowns with a matching sarong beneath, to hide their overweight physiques. Religion then becomes a disguise for their lack of fitness, because it is then asserted that their 'conservative' gowns are the requirements of their faith and culture. I am most fortunate to be married to a gorgeous wife who, although a Malay, constitutes the group of Malay women that forms the exception rather than the rule. She will have none of that cultural B.S., and fervently pursues an uninhibited lifestyle. She has a terrific honey-sweet smile and legs that even some Chinese women have fallen for. And she's born to fuck, and she's bi. We pampered ourselves once by checking into a hotel room and hired a female Chinese masseuse – my wife Jasmin and the masseuse Linda ended up making love to one another because the masseuse said she was 'seduced by Jasmin's legs and inviting bush'. I asked her is she shaved. She said she did not, cause when her legs are concerned, she usually has them waxed. I smiled, and told her I was referring to something else. This made her giggle at her own naiveté in interpreting language bearing a sexual connotation. She replied anyhow, that she did not, and I told her I was glad. I told her that she should keep it natural and wild. "Chinese women have scanty pubic hair anyway, so why shave?" She responded. Well, a lot do", I said, "But I prefer the naturally dense pubic bush." She grinned. "Why?" She asked. "Well, I don't see why a woman needs to shave after attaining puberty. You take one look at a bald cunt and you think there's a bald-headed man stuck inside and trying to make himself come out head first." I explained. She erupted with laughter, till her eyes teary. "Oh God", she exclaimed, "Jimmy, you can be so hilarious!" When she simmered, she asked me if I didn't think that she was too old at her age, in her late thirties, to have 'fun'. I looked into her eyes and replied. "You should know this Lillian, women, like wine, taste better with age." "So you have tasted a lot of women my age?" She asked. "I have enjoyed my share, and they have not let me down yet!" I joked. I asked Lilian if she had considered swinging. She said she had never thought about it till she met me. She was searching for a way tand the right moment o approach the subject with David, her husband. Then she suddenly leaned across the table, her face transforming into a serious expression and told me that she wanted to confide in me a matter she considered crucial. She said she had a fantasy, which if I could help her materialize, she'd start swinging with me and Jasmin. Lillian had a fantasy to watch David suck a cock, and that she also wanted to see David getting buggered in his ass. She asked me if I was bi, and I said definitely not. She said she wanted to force David down on his knees to take another man in his mouth, and to take it in his ass. By comparison, I told her that someone renowned had said that women are naturally bi-sexual. But she said if I could do it to David and allowed him to suck me off, so that she could watch, she'd do anything I asked. The request struck me as strange, because Jasmin had made a similar request too. Like men, women had a fantasy to watch two men go at it. But I had a problem with that; so I concluded that I could 'give' if need be, not 'take'.Anyway I told her that we'd see how things went. She explained that watching her husband forced to submit sexually was something she would find extremely arousing. We agreed that in any sexual contact between males, the giver did not necessarily mean he was gay or bi-sexual. But I warned her that at no time was David allowed to bugger me or make me touch him or suck him. I told her that I'd walk out with Jasmin if David conflicted with my interests. She agreed, and said that it was time for her to raise the subject on swinging with David. This then is an example of a typical conversation we would have constantly. Then I told her that in return I had a favour to ask. Then I leaned across and whispered my request in her ear. Lillian rose from her chair and made her way to the rest-room. She entered one of the cubicles, shut the door, and then reached beneath her skirt. She sunk two fingers into her wet pussy, stroking them in and out several times. Later, she emerged from the rest-room, made her way back to our table and sat. She then reached across to me and put her fingers in my mouth for me to lick. "How'd I taste?" she asked, smiling. "Like honeydew", I responded. She was now eager to talk David into succumbing to an alternative lifestyle. I had stimulated the latent sexuality in her, and she wanted to do the same to her husband. Lillian was emerging from her shell. She said it would not be that hard to talk to David; although he was a prude, she believed he simply needed to know that she would walk the line with him. We parted that day with an abundance of hope for the future. True enough, two days later she called me to say that she had accomplished what she wanted, and David was willing to delve into swinging with us. She said that David wanted to meet up with me first for coffee to discuss the shape and form of our future together, and any boundaries that needed to be pre-arranged and respected for discretionary purposes; I agreed, and informed her I had spoken to Jasmin too about the recent developments. But Jasmin would not participate in the discussion, since she thought it was unnecessary to discuss 'boundaries' when the intention in the first place was to traverse boundaries! Jasmin has always been the kind to dive into something not wanting to know where it'll lead her to, letting nature take its course. She found it more exciting when natural. The following week, on a Tuesday, was Lillian's birthday. So in order not to impose on her privacy, instead of wanting to meet her on her birthday, I asked if Jasmin and I could call on her the day before. Sure, of course, she replied. It was in the afternoon and David was at work, the kids at school, so we could have tea with her she said. Jasmin had bought her a pen for her birthday, and had it wrapped prettily. She wore a green denim mini skirt and a tank-top, and I wore a simple pair of Bermudas and a tuck-out shirt suitable for our humid tropical weather. And I carried along an extra package which content I simply refused to tell Jasmin, saying she'd find out soon enough when Lillian unwrapped her gifts. We rang the doorbell. Susan, the maid, answered. The Filipino wore her usual working clothes, a tee-shirt and Bermudas. She was a friendly cheerful woman 30 years of age, bespectacled, but was quite pretty behind her glasses. She unlocked the padlock and invited us in. Lillian emerged from her room shortly thereafter, wearing a short tennis skirt and white tank-top, cheerfully greeting us. We rose from our seats to wish her happy birthday, and then handed her the gifts. She showed us around her newly-renovated home, and the last stop was her kitchen, where Susan was preparing tea. Standing at the corner of the kitchen flanked by her kitchen-table and the wall, we urged her to unwrap her gifts. As she obliged, I just observed her smooth, fair, slim and inviting legs, wondering what it was like up and in-between. She loved the pen Jasmin gave her, sating thank you about a million times. Then she expressed curiosity about the larger package I had for her, asking me what it was. I told her to look, it was what I had promised her. She tore the wrappers off and found a box containing a large 12 inch blue coloured dildo. She blushed, and Susan, seeing what her employer was holding in her hands, just grinned away coyly. "My God!" Lillian exclaimed. "You actually got me this!" "Hey! That's mine!" Jasmin said, looking at me with a cheeky smirk on her face. "But you can have it!" She told Lillian. "No, it's a loan", Lillian said, fixated on the rubber phallus in her hand and unable to retreat from her position in the corner. I agreed that it was a loan. "I'll try it till I can but one from England." Lillian said. Then, placing both my hands on Jasmin's shoulders, I applied pressure, receiving a puzzled look from her; I pressed her to her knees on the floor before Lillian, whose gaze shifted down unsuspectingly to the Malay woman's sudden movement before her. I moved to Lillian's side, wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to me, bringing her mouth to mine and I kissed her. She was overwhelmed with my instantaneous advances, and hesitated at first, but relented after that, parting her lips to allow my tongue to greet hers. I pressed her back against the kitchen-table, swiftly lifted her short skirt above her waist, and with my other hand I grabbed my wife's head and forced her face into Lillian's crotch. I kept her face pressed against the panty-covered mound for a minute, compelling her to savour our host's scent. Susan, standing behind me, had a stunned expression on her face, wondering if this was an unwelcome assault on her employer, and was about to rush out the kitchen, perhaps to make a call for help, but Lillian told her everything was fine. "Stay here Susan!" I ordered the maid. "Just watch!" I instructed her in an intimidating tone. She stood there like a confused spectator, hands clutching one another in front. "Do your always treat your host with such friendliness?" Lillian asked me while Jasmin drew her panties down to her ankles. "Only when our host has legs that are as obscenely inviting as yours. We have not even started yet." I replied. Then I moved my mouth to her ear, letting my breath fall into her ear and crook of her neck, causing goose bumps to appear on her fair skin and her body to shudder helplessly. "For today, you belong to us. Just you, me, and my wife." I whispered into her ear. She could only nod, at a loss for words. I had an arm around her midriff and felt her twitch as Jasmin's tongue tickled her clit. I pushed my wife's face again into Lillian's scanty pubic hair. Then I instructed Susan to come forward and assist by removing her employers tank-top. The maid was a nervous-wreck, one who apparently had never even contemplated the possibility of such a scene taking place before her. "Take her bra off too Susan." I ordered. Upon exposing her perky tits and dark cherry nipples, I fondled them roughly with my hands. Then I lowered my face and took one nipple between my teeth. I filled my mouth with three-quarter of her small peach shaped breast. "Sorry, mine aren't as large as your wife's", she apologized. "In time we'll get them swelled up, sore and bruised!" I assured her. I reached down and gently parted her thighs further apart so Jasmin could get under and into her more, telling her she had to know how to open herself up readily in future. Susan had sweat trickling down her face, and seemed idle at that moment as she stared blankly at us. So I shouted at her and told her to come over and use her mouth on her employer's other breast than to stand around doing nothing. My authoritative manner towards her maid was making Lillian cum in Jasmin's mouth. She loved it. I dug two fingers into her vagina to experience her release of sexual fluids each time I shouted at her maid. Susan nervously took in Lillian's other breast, and it was obvious she did not know how, never even having pictured sucking another woman's tits before. Jasmin saw how clumsy she was, so she dragged my Bermudas down to my ankles, and my long hard cock sprang to life like a flag-pole above her head. "Maybe she'll know how to suck on this!" Jasmin said, her face covered with Lillian's juices, which Lillian gazed at with a look of utter astonishment. Susan got the hint, and before any of us shouted at her again, she bent over Jasmin, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. This time Lillian grabbed a fistful of the Filipino's long black hair and pushed her head down, and the latter gagged as my cock was shoved into the back of her throat, causing her to cough. But Lillian persisted, not releasing her grip on her maid, and kept pressing down on her head. I was working on her tits still, sucking hard on her nipples one by one. The Christening Of Lillian Ch. 01 Before long all four of us were engrossed in the act, Lillian, resting back against the kitchen-table, legs splayed as Jasmin now sat on the floor, between her legs, resting her back against the cabinets that supported the kitchen-table above, and her face turned upwards as she ran her mouth back and forth Lillian's sopping crack. Susan kneeling on the floor, beside Jasmin and bent over her as she bobbed her head up and down by cock, her lips rolling tightly along my tumescent shaft. Lillian and me kissed, and I continued to massage her tits. I told her she had to get used to sex this way regularly, till she attained a discreet and uninhibited attitude towards any sexual scenario.. never to retreat in any situation. I flipped Lillian around, rudely removing her pussy from Jasmin's face, and pushed her head down on the kitchen-table, bending her over. I pulled her hips back and Jasmin came to my assistance, spreading Lillian's buns apart to display her anus, which was well-lubricated by now following the feast my wife had with her cunt. I entered her rectum slowly, not wanting her to suffer from any major discomfort. Jasmin told Susan to hold on to the dildo I had lent Lillian. Finally I entered my host to the hilt, and she squirmed, wincing as I started to move in and out of her bowel-passageway. Jasmin lovingly stroked her hair, coaxing her and telling her it was something she had to get used to. Reaching between Lillian's legs, Jasmin rubbed her clit, fingers darting now and then into her flooded cunt. "you really come a lot, you know that?" Jasmin told Lillian. "It's good, means your body is very responsive. Good for you." When Lillian and me could manage on our own, Jasmin guided Susan to sit on the floor and position herself between our legs. She tutored Susan to lick us both, and the maid expertly caught my scrotum in her mouth, sucking on my balls. She had a good long tongue that extended well into Lillian's snatch. I withdrew my cock and fed it into the Filipino's mouth, letting her get a taste of Lillian's rectum. Jasmin commended her for being a fast learner. Then I entered Lillian's gaping anus again, and continued to alternate fucking the Chinese woman's ass and Susan's mouth. Jasmin was on her knees, trying to stuff the dildo's head into Lillian's cunt. She probed and adjusted till it eventually slipped into the hole. Lillian was getting it front and back now, cornholed by me and pussy-fucked by a dildo. "Let's shift to my bedroom", Lillian said. "Good idea", Jasmin agreed . So we came to a sudden halt, and the four of us retired to the master bedroom. We had completely denuded ourselves, and I carried Lillian across the threshold of her room as if we were a newly married couple. I gently dropped her on the bed, and told her to move up towards the headboard while I followed. She lied back, her eyes curious as to what I was going to do next. "Jasmin, come on darling, its your turn. Make love to her." I invited. Lillian looked unsure about how to receive her female guest, but Jasmin told her to relax. "I'll do the work and you just reciprocate, ok?" Lillian nodded, and Jasmin mounted her, resting her crotch on Lillian's, then lowering herself to her subject, mouth to mouth, then tongues exploring one another's mouths. Slowly Jasmin gyrated her hips, grinding her mound against Lillian. I took Susan by her hand and beckoned her to lie down between me and the two women. "Watch them Susan, it's the most beautiful thing you'll see, love between two bitches like you." I said to her just loud enough for the Malay and Chinese to hear, increasing their hunger to merge. Susan had a lovely bush, hair as dense as my wife's as compared to Lillian's skimpy growth that sexily showed the fair complexion-tone at the base. I pressed my crotch against the crack of Susan's ass, my hands circling her to grab her breasts, then moving down to her pussy. This maid knew just what to do; she lifted her leg, thrust her hips back, and allowed me to slide into her. "just keep in there, don't fuck", she said. Then to prevent me from slipping out, she lowered her leg and her pussy tightened its grip around my cock. She did not mind if my rod had most recently been in Lillian's ass, it was all good. We studied the women as their bodies writhed and bucked against each other. Their facial expressions reflected an oblivion to all else, both women consumed by their lust. Jasmin began to toy with her prey, slapping her across the face teasingly at first, then more slaps with increasing intensity. She held Lillian's lower chin, asking her to open her mouth wide. Then she allowed her spittle to fall down Lillian's throat. The latter swallowed, and more saliva spilled into her throat, a gesture of affection between the two, the merging of two slithering serpents. Susan reached a hand out to touch the furnace, letting her hand outline the contour of each woman's body. Jasmin crawled downwards towards the pussy beneath her. Lillian parted her limbs to accommodate the Malay woman about to violate her. I asked Susan to get us a couple of eggs from the kitchen at once. She hurriedly left the room and returned with three eggs, not wanting to miss out on anything. Jasmin's face rocked back and forth as her tongue lapped along Lillian's raw vulva. I told Lillian to bend her knees, wide apart, almost the same position as when a woman delivers a child. She was intrigued at the sight of the eggs, and gave me a questioning look. I smiled kindly at her, assuring her it will all be fine. I handed one egg to Jasmin. Then the three of us gathered in front of Lillian, observing her gaping twat, the reddish flesh inside now exposed. Jasmin placed the tip of the egg at the entrance, and carefully manoeuvred it into Lillian. The egg inched its way up the cavity, and it was apparent Jasmin wanted it in deep. When the egg disappeared, she moved her fingers in, nudging it even further inside. Soon me and Susan assisted too, at one stage all three of us had at least one finger in Lillian's hole simultaneously, pushing the egg in more and more. "She's ready", Jasmin said to me. "Here goes", I said, and carefully mounted Susan. I had to be careful not to subject her to any impact, lest the egg would crack inside her and the broken shell could cut her. Well, we had seen it happen before, no major damage, but a lot of time was spent extracting the shells, and then a douche was used to wash it all out. In fact, the guy continued to ram his rod into the woman he was fucking after the egg cracked, and they both bucked away in a frenzy, notwithstanding the pieces of shell poking her insides. I entered her slowly and carefully, till I found my glans pushing against the egg. The idea was to push it up further still, and I began a rhythmic bucking movement. I rested my torso on her, so that I could take in her scent with my face buried in the crook of her neck. Jasmin and Susan each took Lillian's foot and began licking the soles of her feet, then in-between her toes. Jasmin was sucking on her big toe, and she was doing it no different from how she sucked a man's cock. And she has sucked cock all her life, she's good I guarantee. I have witnessed her, my wife, a dozen times, on her knees making men spill their seed in her mouth. She swallows it all, never letting any go to waste except for the stray jets of cum that land in the corners of her eye. I let her spend one weekend per month with another couple from work, from Friday till Sunday, and then she'll come home and tell me all that happened in graphic detail. Soon my cock was ramming into my Chinese bitch to the hilt. I made sure with each thrust our pelvises crashed, bone to bone. She was now crying out loudly in ecstasy, repeating the words 'My God' countless times. Jasmin moved closer to our hips, reached beneath Lillian and cornholed her rectum with her middle finger. Susan went down on my wife, burying her face in her crotch and began eating away. Jasmin bucked her pussy hard against the Filipino's face repeatedly. I couldn't hold back any longer, my jism rising inside me and I erupted inside Lillian, filling her egg-stuffed cunt with gallons of spunk as she came together with me, and like a chain (or daisy-chain) reaction Jasmin climaxed too. "Please don't stop! Give me more Jimmy!" Lillian cried. No way I was going to stop, even though usually I'd have to. My first time with this bitch and she was a great fuck. I gathered momentum again, heaving my weight against her, pushing her knees back above her shoulders, and pounded relentlessly into her. I didn't care about anything else, and gave Lillian everything I had. Susan had shifted positions, her hand tucked between my crotch and Lillian's. The presence of her hand probing between us was adding to the pleasure. Jasmin's mouth locked on to my nipple and she used her teeth to suck it, her tongue twirling around the protrusion. Then Jasmin grabbed a pillow and smothered Lillian's face with it, stifling the woman's cries. Lillian struggled, but Jasmin was careful not to leave it down too long, just enough to reduce the flow of blood to Lillian's brains and induce her into a state of 'high'. Our host kicked and struggled, and she felt her body 'disconnected' to her brain, and a sense of rapture overcame her. She came like never before. She was amazed how she could feel so numb yet so aroused as to feel her body explode in a rhapsody of climaxes, one after another. I withdrew from Lillian, and pulled Susan on top of Lillian so that the latter's body became a mattress for Susan. Jasmin continued to smother the Chinese, and I positioned Susan so that she sat at the middle of Lillian's abdomen. Then I pushed her to lie back, her entire weight pressing down hard on her employer, and entered her. Lillian now felt the vibrations in her maid's body, and she felt a oneness with the Fillipino. It was like electricity flowing through both of them, melted into one conductor. It was bizarre, a different world altogether, and she felt everything that her maid felt. I pounded downwards into Susan, so that Lillian would get the brunt of my impact. The latter was lifeless, exhausted and her hands fell limp by her sides. But she came again. She could feel when Susan came, and she came too. This time, as I was about to come, I withdrew from Susan, and I straddled her breasts. Jasmin removed the pillow from Lillian's face. Both mine and Susan's weight pressed down heavily on her face. I grabbed susan by her hair and jerked her face towards my cock, and began fucking her mouth. "Don't swallow!" I warned Susan, and then let myself explode in her mouth, inflating her cheeks as she determinedly refused to let any cum going down her throat. When I had massaged the last drop out, she turned her face towards Lillian beneath her, whose mouth was held open by Jasmin's hands, and she spat my entire load of cum down Lillian's throat. Her eyes half-shut in exhaustion, Lillian coughed, but Jasmin clamped her mouth shut, and she swallowed the snowballed cum. The finale took place moments later, as Lillian was brought to her knees on the bed. Jasmin made her way under her, looking directly up into Lillian's bruised cunt, "Squeeze it out!" Jasmin summoned. The lubrication rendered by my cum and her own bodily fluids made it easy; she strained her inner muscles and pushed. "That's it", I cajoled, "Here comes our child now!" A faint smile, of bliss and satisfaction, appeared on Lillian's face, as the egg re-appeared from her vulva, smeared in sticky gooey whitish cum and cunt juice. Jasmin caught it in her mouth, and then lapped up the slime; she handed the egg over to Susan to lap up the rest. We have a ritual for first time swingers, which we were subjecting Lillian to next. I lifted her on top of me on the bed, this time with me functioning as the mattress. I reached down around her and caught hold of her legs and pulled them up over her by the knees. This way I was able to invert her with her legs splayed yet once again. I whispered dirty talk into her ear, telling her what a slut she was and that she was our whore, not David's. I told her that she was a bitch, fuckable at all times, 24/7. Jasmin stood on the bed before Lillian, held an egg high above her head, telling Lillian that she was about to split her in two; then her hand brought the egg crashing down, hard like an axe, into Lillian's cunt, smashing it. The pain reverberated through my hostage's body, and she shuddered in a spasm. Then Susan did the same. Susan had long nails so when her fist mad contact with Lillian's cunt, her nails sunk deep into the vulva and Lillian screamed. I bit into her ear lobe. "Welcome home." I told Lillian. END OF EPISODE 1 Fellow swingers, look out for Episode 2, when David, Lillian's spouse, enters the foray. My wife and I always welcome fellow swingers who want to get in touch. Regards. Jimmy.