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Literotica
  
Expect the best erotic stories that you can possibly get, especially if you're into taboo topics like groupsex and swinging. Its obvious why its my favourite topic to read about - if you're having casual sex, its all about exploring, being somebody you can't in real life and whats better than having the fantasy of all crushes/flings together in one(or more) night(s).

(Warning) These stories are long, so be prepared!! But I promise that you'll get the best orgasm and fantasy at the end of it. Don't get me wrong, porn is great too. But porn seems to be more of a quickie while erotic stories builds up better foreplay to take you to new heights. It gives you hope that "ordinary" people like yourself can experience that form of bliss.

Enough said, I suppose you get what I'm driving at. Don't stop here and continue reading those stories. I'll try to keep updated with new stories soon.

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Professor gets his wishes from 3 students
Posted:Feb 21, 2011 11:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2011 11:39 am
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The weather was frigidly cold. Wrapped in a heavy afghan quilt, I stared outside my apartment window. Flurries were starting to form. The sky was slate gray and overcast. This was the perfect day to stay indoors. It was a Saturday at the beginning of November in the Midwest. The wind whipped and whistled outside, stripping the trees down to their forlorn looking branches. Locally nothing but corn existed to stop the chill biting winds – and corn isn't the most insulating of barriers.

So far, I was enjoying a laid back Saturday morning. I was sitting in my overstuffed, rust-colored recliner, a 1970s-throwback monstrosity that I picked up for practically nothing at a used furniture store. Coltrane was playing crazy cool on my stereo, saying "Good Morning" in his own special way. I held a cup of Earl Gray gingerly to my lips, blowing gently. It was too hot, but I sipped it anyway. The warm, lemony liquid brought life to my sleepy limbs, and sent caffeine rushing to my bloodstream. A half-eaten bagel and cream cheese lay on the end table next to me. I picked it up and chewed. Then I washed down the doughy taste with more tea. I smiled, contentedly. The drowsiness was gone. I was ready to face the new day.

I am sure that I would not soon forget the phone call that I had received last night. Jessica, my blonde bombshell student, rang me up at 2:30 a.m. waking me from my slumber. No problem! I had learned that any phone call from Jessica would result in something interesting, and also more than a little naughty. This call was no different. After a few minutes of pleasantries, I learned that Jessica's ultra-cute roomie, Shannon, was about to go down on Jessica – and I would get to listen to every sexy detail. Jessica described that process with excruciating specificity. I couldn't help but jerk off as I listened to two nasty teenage coeds pleasure each other on the other end of the line. In the end, Jessica's filthy descriptions pushed me over the edge. I came in a sticky mess of jizz and lotion.

Before hanging up, Jessica told me that she and Shannon would be coming by later tonight (around 8:00 p.m.) Maybe I was getting cocky, but I was pretty sure sex with one or both of those delicious strumpets would be on the menu.

I spent the first part of my day studying. My head felt clear. Everything was clicking. Concepts were coming easily today. I took advantage of this unusual luck, and I set to work armed with several colors of highlighters and note-taking pens. Time flew and I soon broke for lunch. After some P, B, & J, I decided to switch gears. I broke out several student outlines, and set to work grading them. A few were decent, but most were rushed drivel. That was understandable, since the assignments were lame and contrived exercises in busy-work that lacked a purpose. It was one of those unfortunate tasks that the section head required that I assign. The students hated the assignment, and learned nothing. Grading them was even worse. But there wasn't anything I could do. If I wanted a paycheck, I had to follow orders.

I did a little more reading and outlined a paper after that. My mind wasn't into it, though. I was losing focus, by thinking about the night that lay ahead of me. I felt my mind wandering; I even caught my hand absently drifting southward to play with my crotch. Studying had become useless. So I packed up my books and shut down the computer. I was done with schoolwork for the day.

Instead, I started cleaning. The place really wasn't a mess, but it also wasn't ready for female company. I did the dishes and vacuumed. The bathroom got a scrubbing, and I started up a couple loads of laundry (I made sure to wash the sheets on my bed – I wouldn't want to impede any bed-based activities by the presence of unclean sheets). After a couple of hours of work, the place looked much better. It was still a crappy grad pad with mismatched furniture, but at least it was clean. Besides, just having my own apartment probably put me in my own class. Privacy, away from the prying eyes of roommates and dorms, was a unique commodity in the world of undergraduate students.

It was about 6:00 p.m. when finished cleaning. I stepped into the shower to wash the smell of ammonia cleaning fluid off of my body. I shaved, and put on some Dockers, a button-down shirt, and a cable-knit sweater. I checked myself out in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. I was ready for a night of romance / serious fucking.

I settled down in front of the television; I needed to relax. There was a little time before the ladies were due. I picked up the remote and started flipping through channels. Blech! Saturday evening programming, nothing was on. I cycled through the options twice and finally landed on the History Channel. They were featuring a special on the life and works of the Marquis De Sade. How appropriate! Maybe I could pick a few devilish tips and suggestions, I thought. But I was too tired. My eyes drooped and I drifted off into a light slumber.

The chime of my doorbell woke me up. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30 p.m. How odd! It didn't seem like Jessica or Shannon to be the types to arrive early. They were much more likely to be the fashionably late sort. I would bet money that they typically arrived when the party was going full swing. They would want to be the center of attention.

I got up from my chair and went to the door. The bell rang again as I reached for the knob. I opened the door expecting to see Jessica and Shannon. Instead, I was completely surprised.

Sarah, a grad student friend of mine, stood in the outside hallway looking disheveled and flustered. She was bundled in a large, brown overcoat, and her hair was blown wild by the outside wind. Her face was a mask of emotions. I couldn't tell what those feelings were were, but they were clearly ready to bubble to the surface.

We looked at each other for a long moment, neither of us sure what to say. She spoke first; "Can I come in?"

Shit! I wanted to talk to Sarah, but Jessica and Shannon were due in a few minutes. If they arrived while she was here, it would be very awkward. "Umm, Sarah it is good to see you but this isn't the best of times."

"Please? I just need a couple of minutes. I'd really like to talk to you."

"Are you sure this can't wait?" I asked.

"No, I don't think it can. I have to get these thoughts out of my head. They are killing me. Please?"

I looked at Sarah, scrutinizing her face. She was dead serious, and more than a little nervous. Our last conversation looked like it had taken a heavy toll on Sarah's psyche. Whatever it was that she had to say, she it was pretty important to her. Shit! This couldn't be good. I knew that all of my fucking around would come back to haunt me. I guess that is what I get for offering up grades for sexual favors. Let's do this. I nodded. Sarah looked instantly relieved. I backed away from the door and made room for her to enter my apartment.

"Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.

Sarah replied, "Yeah, something alcoholic would be great. Do you have any wine?" She had taken off her overcoat and draped it over the arm of my love seat. She then sat down. Sarah was wearing a white button down men's dress shirt that was tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans. The top couple of buttons were left undone, so that I could get a glimpse of her marvelous rack. A deep red, astrology crystal dangled from a chain around her neck. Sarah's customary black boots completed the look. I couldn't tell if this was something she had just thrown together, or if it was carefully crafted to look casual, settled, and relaxed.

"I have some of that terrible boxed wine. I could tap it for you and pour you a glass?"

I think she smiled. That was a good sign. "Sure, that sounds great."

I went my cabinets and pulled out a wineglass. I filled it part way with a light, golden fluid that could – on a good day - loosely be called "Chardonnay." There were times that being a poor graduate student really sucked. Many of them involved cheap-ass wines.

I handed the glass to Sarah and she immediately slugged it down. "I'd say that was nice, but it wasn't" she said with a smile. "Can I have another?" she asked, holding up the empty glass.

I smiled back and went to get her a refill. I handed it to her and she lightly sipped the liquid. She looked like she was lost in thought, like she had something important to say but she didn't know where to start. I waited patiently. Whatever this was that she wanted to say, it shouldn't be forced. The words started slowly; "What you told me, turned my world upside down. I haven't been able to think about anything else. I knew that things like that must happen, but I never would have guessed that you would be involved (or that I would hear about it). It was such a shock. I am so sorry for running out of the room like that. That was inexcusable. I just didn't know how to take it. I needed some time alone to process what you said."

I looked at her and smiled uneasily. I wasn't sure where this was going. My best option would be to keep quiet until I knew where Sarah was headed. So I gestured for her to go on....

"First, I need to let you know that I'll keep my word to you. You told me out of trust, so I won't tell anyone else. I really appreciate the level of trust you have shown me. We're friends, dude. I'd like to keep it that way. While not everyone would agree with your choices, I don't know that your life needs to be tossed away because of them."

I felt a massive weight being lifted off of my shoulders. Everything suddenly felt so much easier. I know that I visibly relaxed, as I could see Sarah warmly smiling back at me. The ice was thoroughly broken. I replied to Sarah, "Gee, you don't know what that means to me. Ever since that conversation we had in your office, my mind has been running in circles. I haven't known what to say or do. I had thought that everything could be over for me. Thank you." I leaned over to hug Sarah. Clearly, she was not expecting to be embraced. Her body was rigid and unsure. After a moment, though, she melted; I could feel her loosening up in my arms. We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us surrendering to the friendship in that hug.

We broke apart. I could see her eyes twinkling. There was a humor to her voice when she asked, "So I want to know more, and give me all the gory details. How did you and Jessica hook up?"

"Oh? Why would you want to know that?"

"Jessica is a pretty attractive young lady. I just wanted to know what she was doing with a dork like you."

"Hey, you weren't able to resist these masculine charms either. I seem to recall a few evenings when my dorkiness was not problem."

Sarah blushed, "Whatever, dude! I guess it is. Your machismo was pretty formidable. But you still haven't answered my question."

I was about to respond, when I heard the doorbell. Game time! Sarah didn't seem to be a threat anymore and in fact appeared to be fascinated with Jessica. Why not ride this out and see where it goes? It didn't seem like anything bad would happen. I said to Sarah, "If you really want to know, you can ask Jessica yourself. That is probably her and Shannon at the door."

Sarah appeared startled. Her voice suddenly became tense and nervous. Was that fear? Anticipation? "Jessica is at the door? And Shannon? Who's Shannon? Whatever, dude. I am not sure if it is the best idea that I am here. I could get in a lot of trouble for being around them."

"True," I said, trying to play it as cool as I could, "But then you wouldn't get to learn anything either. It is your choice, Sarah. You could crawl out a bedroom window if you like."

Sarah thought for a moment. She seemed torn, like she was at the brink of a critical decision. The doorbell rang again. Her face contorted into a grimace. "Fuck it," Sarah said. "Dude, let's meet these ladies."

I opened the door to find Jessica and Shannon with their luscious backsides facing towards me. While the women were both wrapped in winter coats, they were also wearing very short skirts. They had to be freezing. Both women were slightly bent at the waist, sticking their beautiful posteriors up and out. Their skirts were hitched up above their hips, making their rounded ass cheeks completely visible. I wanted to grope and maul them both. Jessica was wearing a pink, lacy pair of boy shorts, while Shannon had on sheer, black t-backs. Together, Jessica and Shannon giggled as they said in unison, "Good evening, Professor." They were too cute for words. Never, in my wildest dreams had I ever expected to be greeted at the door like this.

"Welcome girls," I said. "That is lovely. Never have I seen two more perfect asses. Now why don't you come inside?" I moved out of the way and beckoned them into my apartment. I closed the door. At first Jessica and Shannon were laughing pretty hard, and then they both abruptly stopped. All eyes lasered in on Sarah, who was leaning against the back wall. She had a bemused expression her face; her stance was cool and relaxed. Just looking at her, I did not expect any problems to come from Sarah. She was too at ease.

"Well this is a little awkward," Sarah said breaking the ice. She moved to the two teens and extended her hand. "We haven't formally met. My name is Sarah and I am glad to meet the both of you. And by the way, both of you have lovely butts. Thank you for showing them off."

Jessica and Shannon both shook hands and introduced themselves. Both coeds were clearly surprised. Their body language was forced and guarded. The moment was surreal. I don't think I had ever seen Jessica caught off guard before. It was pretty interesting - sexy even.

Shannon spoke next, "Do I know you? You look awfully familiar?"

"Maybe," Sarah replied. She smirked.

"That's true," Jessica said. "You do look familiar, I think...." Then Jessica stopped talking mid-sentence. Her eyes became wide as saucers and her mouth fell open in disbelief. Jessica was speechless.

"That's right. I covered his class last week. I guess it was more memorable for me, than it was for you," Sarah said with a grin.

Shannon spoke next, "Yeah, I remember. That was the day you were gone, wasn't it Professor? Jessica and I had a great plan to tease you in class. We totally dressed up special and everything. We had those matching schoolgirl outfits. Do you remember, Jessica?"

"Yup, I do," said Jessica. Her voice sounded sheepish and I could see her blushing. This was good. It was so fun to see the tables turned on Jessica. I couldn't wait to see where this situation went.

"Why don't we have a seat," Sarah suggested. "I think we can all get a little more comfortable after we sit down." I nodded, before gesturing at the chairs in the living room.

I poured a round of drinks, making sure to get myself an extra helping. I had no idea where this was going. Sarah seemed to have taken control of the evening. At best, I was along for the ride. That was fine by me, since the results seemed like they might be pretty interesting.

I handed out the drinks and surveyed the women one-by-one. All of them were breathtaking, each in their own way. Jessica and Shannon were wearing short skirts and sexy little tops. Both had scoop necks, putting their cleavage on full display. The two women were both wearing those Ugg style boots (Shannon's were light brown while Jessica's were pink) that are all the rage among college coeds. Jessica still had the voluptuous, blonde Barbie look, while Shannon was a cute, alternative hipster. Clearly, they had both gone through some effort to look good. Sarah, while still very sexy, was more refined in her jeans / dress shirt combo. Her demeanor had changed completely since she first walked through my front door. She was poised and in total control of the situation. Nothing could be hotter! I was such a lucky guy to be sitting in this room with these three goddesses.

Shannon was the least phased of the three women by the oddness of the situation. The expression on her face was of minor confusion – probably over the reason for Sarah's presence. Sarah looked smug, like a hatching plan was about to come true. Jessica looked the most unusual. She was rigid, subdued, and turning an unhealthy shade of green. Certainly, she was itching to know what was going on.

Taking a swig of her wine, Sarah began to talk again, "Ladies, I know why you are here. You were going to have sex with this dork over here." Sarah pointed at me. "Is this true?"

Shannon looked startled. She turned to Jessica for guidance. Jessica was still out of it. She simply shrugged her shoulders and nodded.

"Good. I am glad to see that we can be honest with each other. I too have my secret. I came here to talk to the Professor about you guys," Sarah's voice was dripping with sarcasm as she said the word 'Professor.' She had caught onto how Jessica and Shannon had playfully given me that moniker. Her face was consumed by a devilish grin; she was up to something. Sarah continued, "I wanted to tell him that everything was cool. I also wanted to let him know that I couldn't get that class out of my mind. The memory was agonizing torture. Jessica, you know why, right?"

Jessica was looking down, studying her feet. She slowly nodded.

Sarah leaned back in her chair and smiled, before continuing to speak, "What we have here is a true opportunity. Let's take full advantage of the situation. Shall we make everything really honest? I have a proposal. I think we should play a game. I think we should play truth or dare. It might lead us to where we all want to go. Maybe then we can say what we think, and perhaps have little bit of fun while doing it. What do you guys say?"

Truth or dare? I didn't understand. This was unexpected. Where was Sarah going? "What? That makes no sense. I don't get it. What are you driving at?"

Jessica raised her head and locked her eyes with mine. Her voice was sharp and serious as she answered for Sarah, "Oh, Professor! You can be so obtuse at times. If you don't get it, you really need to play." Jessica's face brightened as she continued to talk, "But maybe that is why I like you." She turned to face Sarah. "Hmmmn? I think that's a good idea. A game might be fun. Shannon, what do you think?"

Shannon seemed surprised to have the conversation turned back on her. "Sure, I guess. A game might be cool."

Everyone turned to face me. I could feel their question. While there was no doubt what I wanted to do, I paused for a moment as if the decision needed careful consideration. Then I answered, "Sure," I said. "Who am I to go against the will of the group, especially when it is three very sexy ladies? Who starts?"

"Nice one there. As if you were going to say no," Sarah said. "I guess I will start, since I suggested this whole thing. My proposal, my doom, eh? Let's bring it on. Truth."

Jessica spoke first, "Let's just put the cards on the table. What exactly did you see when you taught class the other day?"

Sarah moistened her lips and said with total confidence, "Exactly? I saw a lot of things. Some students took notes. Others fell asleep. One blonde student, in particular, made quite an impression. I believe, Jessica, that you weren't wearing panties. Right there is class you spread your legs and showed me your shaved kitty cat. I don't think I have ever seen anything more obscene. Or beautiful."

Shannon broke out into laughter, "No way! You total slut! You didn't tell me you flashed her. Damn, you'll show that shit to anyone won't you?" We all laughed. The tension was gone.

It was the next person's turn. Jessica was sitting beside Sarah, so it was no surprise to hear her say, "Truth."

Shannon rubbed her hands together in glee. She was going to have fun with her roommate, "Ok, you wench. Who was the last guy you did it with?"

"Did it?

"Yeah, you know. Screwed. Porked. Humped. Boffed. Fucked. I can keep going?"

"No, that's alright, Shan. Um, I guess it would be the Professor." Jessica seemed a little embarrassed by her answer. I was a little surprised too. I had assumed that she was out making time with a lot of other guys. This revelation didn't seem to fit. Why would she want me to go out and screw other women if she were going to stay monogamous? This changed things a little. We would need to talk later. For now, however, I winked at Jessica. She batted her eyes and blew me a kiss back.

It was Shannon's turn. She called for the first dare of the evening. I was relieved. I didn't want to ask for a truth, but I also didn't want to be the first one to call for a dare. Potentially, that could shut the whole game down. It was up to me, though, to offer up the dare. What would nudge things in an interesting way, but still remain non-threatening?

"Shannon, are you any good at gymnastics?"

"That's a question."

"I know. Are you?"

"I used to be on the team in high school."

"Then why don't you stand on your head. Jessica can spot you.'

Shannon's eyes widened as she realized that she was wearing a skirt. Jessica grinned and got into place. "Ooooh, nice! Why be modest, Shan? Hey, they've already seen your ass this evening. Go on, girl," Jessica teased; I could have kissed her. Shannon moved to the center of the room, curtsied, and bent down on her hands and knees. She kicked her feet up in the air and positioned herself ramrod straight. She had perfect form. Shannon's scoop-necked halter-top was still tucked into her waistline, but her flimsy, black skirt gave in to gravity. We could all see her panties. They were little more than a silky, black g-string. With Jessica holding her legs upright, Shannon held that position for at least thirty glorious seconds. As time passed, though, Shannon couldn't take it. She went from minor giggles to full on laughter in a few seconds. Then she collapsed in a heap.

"Wow!" I said. "That was pretty cool. You ok there, Shannon?" Shannon, who was still giggling, nodded. "I guess it is my turn then. I'm the only one who hasn't gone. Hmmmn? Dare."

"Surprise, surprise, dude!" Sarah said. The glance Sarah shot me told me she was onto my game. "A dare from a room of a bunch of horny chicks? Pretty dangerous, eh? Let's keep it PG for now, buster. Why don't you go over there and rub Jessica's shoulders for a couple of minutes? She seems a little tense."

While I hoping for something more risqué, I would never object to giving Jessica a shoulder rub. I stood behind her chair and put my hands on her shoulders. I began with a clockwise rub to loosen her up. Within a few moments, her eyes closed and she dropped her head. A soft moan escaped her lips. I rubbed harder as I found a knot that needed to be worked out. Jessica's skin was soft and supple, but her muscles were bunched tight. She was tense. My whole hands were now at work, trying to smooth out the kinks under her skin. My finger slid under her shirt, so that I could work further down her back. Jessica moaned again, signaling me to go further. The clasp of her bra was under the tips of my fingers, when....

"That's about right. We are only supposed to go for a few minutes. Things shouldn't go too far," Shannon said with a snort.

"Bitch," Jessica muttered before casting Shannon a playful glare. "I was starting to get into that."

"I know," Shannon replied. "Sarah, it is your turn."

Sarah appeared lost in thought. Clearly, she was weighing out her options. After a long pause she said, "Truth."

Jessica seemed a little disappointed to be asked for a truth. After a moment, though, the I-am-going-to-be-mischievous smirk (which I was getting to know very well) crept onto her face. "So Sarah, we don't know each other very well. I think we should share things about ourselves. Cool?" Sarah nodded tentatively, not really sure where this was going. "I want to know something personal. I want to know about the last time you received really great head."

Sarah gasped. She certainly had not expected Jessica to be so bold. Then again, she didn't know Jessica that well. Yet. Shannon punched Jessica on the arm and commented that she was being devious. I laughed. Nothing Jessica could do would surprise me. Jessica responded by saying, "What did you expect? You asked for a truth."

"I guess I did. I should know better, eh? Fair's fair, though. Hmmmmmn. It was about three months ago. A friend of mine (another grad student) and I were at a bar. Both of us were a little drunk. We weren't totally gone, just pleasantly tipsy. Anyway, she and I had been fending off guys all night. She has a long-distance beau and I just wasn't in the mood for a one-night stand. We were exhausted from the effort, so we trudged back to my place. She wasn't in any condition to get behind the wheel, so I offered to let her crash on my couch. When I got to my door I reached into my coat for my keys. As I was pulling them out I felt her hand on my shoulder. I spun around and she was looking at up at me with such longing. Her eyes pulled me down to her. At that moment, they felt bottomless, like they were pure need and only I could fill it. That instant was electric. I felt her embrace me. Her lips moved to mine, and we were kissing. I remember falling back against the door and kissing her under the porch light. How long we stood there, making out, is anybody's guess. I do remember thinking that we had better move this inside, so I broke it apart. As soon as the door closed, though, we fell to the couch. We tumbled together, groping each other's bodies. It wasn't long before she was between my legs. My panties were around my legs and her tongue was licking me up. God, she was good! She had this little twirling move that I had never encountered before. Each stroke felt like lightning. The way she made me cum was magnificent! I later turned the play around on her. Her cunt was so delicious and juicy. I remember eating her for hours. For the finale we put our pussies next to each other and rubbed them together. We made each other cum so hard! That was an amazing night. I was thoroughly exhausted when it was over. We haven't gotten together since, but it was great for that evening. And who knows what may happen in the future? She was so good."

Shannon asked the question we were all thinking, "Who was she?"

Sarah looked at me, dead-on in the eye, "Cindy."

I coughed. "What? Cindy? My officemate, Cindy?"

"Yup. That's her. And you thought you were the only one in that office who I had fucked. Silly boy. I guess we both have gotten around," and with that Sarah raised her wineglass and took another belt of liquid courage.

Wow! I was amazed. I wasn't really surprised that Sarah had played around with a woman, but I never expected such things of Cindy. She seemed too straight-laced, a consummate southern belle. Do southern belles really fuck other women? I guess they do. What about Cindy's fiancé: Did he know? Did he approve? These were questions to be tucked away and to be answered at another time.

"That will be hard to top," Jessica said. "I guess truth is out for me. How about a dare? Shan, you want to do the honors?"

"Cool. I'd love to, babe." Shannon seemed to light up at the challenge. "Ok, we all know that you are a total slut, Jessica. Let's see you act out your true nature. Why don't you walk over to the love seat, lean over the arm, and pull up your skirt. That question you asked Sarah was pretty naughty. I think you need to be punished. Do you guys agree?" Sarah looked at each other and nodded. "Spankings are in order. Definitely! Each of us will get three good whacks."

"You really like getting into this stuff, don't you Shannon? And you say that I'm the slut?" Jessica asked. Shannon only blushed and motioned for Jessica to get over to the couch. Jessica did, but with an extra wiggle in her walk. Before she bent over, however, she lifted up her skirt and pulled down her boy shorts. What a tease! When they hit the floor, she stepped out of them. Jessica picked them up and tossed them to Sarah. Without thinking, Sarah caught them. Realizing what was in her hands, Sarah looked at the underwear and set them down on the end table next to her. Taking this cue, Jessica leaned over the couch and lifted up her skirt. Her tanned, golden ass and shaven pussy were on display for all of us to see.

Shannon went first. She stood behind Jessica and gave her three meaty thwacks. Jessica didn't make any noise; she just stood there and took it. Then Jessica smiled demurely back at Shannon. I went next. I put my hand on Jessica's succulent ass. It was a warm and reddened where Shannon had spanked her. I could see the print of Shannon's hand. I kneaded Jessica's buttocks for a moment, before lightly brushing my fingers against her pussy. Jessica gasped as I grazed her clit. "C'mon, spank the slut already. This isn't the time for pussy play. You know she wants it, and the rest of us would like our chance," Sarah said.

"I'm just savoring the moment," I replied.

Sarah snorted. "Dude, it's not like you haven't been there before."

I chuckled, "True that. It is not every day, though, that some lovely young lass are bent over my living room couch waiting for me to spank her."

Crack! That was the noise my hand made as it came down on Jessica's ass. She squealed in surprise, startled by the sudden spanking. Two more smacks quickly followed. My hand was a bit sore. I couldn't imagine how Jessica's ass felt.

Sarah approached the couch. She leaned over and spoke softly in Jessica's ear, like one lover consoling another. I could barely make out the whispered words. "I'm sorry baby, but I gotta do this. The rules are the rules. I'll try to make it up to you." Sarah raised her hand and brought it down on Jessica's crimson ass three times. These were not mere love taps. There was nothing gentle about Sarah's methods.

Jessica howled in pain and surprise. Her eyes were moist, but she was fighting back whatever she was feeling. I also noticed that she was trembling and breathing heavily. Moisture was collecting outside her pussy lips. Jessica was aroused.

"Awwww, did that hurt? Let me see if I can kiss it and make you feel better." Sarah got down on her knees behind Jessica's ass. Placing her hand on either butt cheek, Sarah pulled them apart. Jessica cringed slightly, from Sarah touching her stinging rear. Eyeing Jessica's puckered asshole and dripping pussy, Sarah said, "Oh that is so beautiful. While I am down here I have to have a taste."

Shannon looked at me, stunned. I don't think she expected the game to go in this direction – or this far. I winked and smiled back. I whispered to her, "Just let it go, this could go anywhere." Shannon licked her lips and grinned back at me. She was cool and ready for anything.

Meanwhile, Sarah had given Jessica's pussy one, long lick, from bottom to top. Jessica threw her head back and moaned deeply. Her shimmering, flaxen hair swayed across her back. Sarah curled her tongue and drove it in and out of Jessica's pussy twice before refocusing on a new whole treasure trove. I could see her tongue flick the ring of Jessica's asshole. Minor tremors ripped through Jessica's body with every brush of Sarah's tongue.

Once again, Jessica moaned. The room began to fill with her scent. My lips began to drool with the smell of aroused pussy. Shannon walked over to Sarah and tapped her on the shoulder. Shannon said with a girlish pout, "Hey, that's not fair! I said spank her, not lick her. It's my turn next and I will not be jipped." She crossed her arms and gave a mighty, offended "harumph" for full stage effect. Sarah and I laughed. Jessica just lay frustrated over the arm of the couch.

Standing up, Sarah wiped Jessica's juices off of her face. She turned around, patted Shannon on the shoulder, and said, "Sorry, I wouldn't dream of taking your place. Maybe, if we work things right I can do the same things for you." Sarah winked as Shannon smiled coyly. Damn, where was thing going to go?

The room was now focused on Shannon. She stood with her index next to her mouth as if she were thinking. Her right hand moved to her tit and began idly playing with her nipple through her shirt. I could see it getting hard and poking through the material of her halter-top. "What should I do," Shannon said to herself, but also to the room. "Hmmmn? I think there is only one right answer. Dare."

It was my turn. What to do? How far could I go? Was that really a question? I mean Sarah just ate Jessica's pussy and ass. Was anything really off limits anymore? It didn't feel that way. I made the decision to go for it.

But why not tease a little first? "Are you sure Shannon that you want a dare? It could get pretty nasty. You saw what happened to your slut friend, Jessica." Although she was no longer bent over the couch, Jessica was still missing her panties. They lay tantalizingly next to the couch. Jessica balled them up and threw them at me. She hit me square in the forehead and stuck out her tongue at me. I laughed and went on, "Are you ready to be a slut, Shan? Just say the word again."

With no hesitation Shannon said, "Dare."

"Then take off your panties." Shannon bent over at the waist, hooked her fingers underneath the small string circling her hips, and pulled down the thin black fabric. For a moment the sheer material stuck to Shannon's pussy. I suppose the damp girl-cum made the fabric sticky. With a tug, though, the thong fell to the floor. Shannon curtsied and then bowed at the waist. Jessica and Sarah, who received an eye-popping view, both clapped their hands at the attention grabbing performance.

"That was very nice, Shan but you aren't done. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't restricted." Shannon cocked her head and gave me a questioning look. I continued to speak, "You will go into my bedroom and lie down on my bed. Keep the lights off. Each of us will go into the room, one at a time. We will each stay in the room for three minutes. When one of us leaves, the next one will come in. Your job is to make sure that each of us leaves happy. Understood?"

"Yeah, I think that I can do that." Shannon was licking her lips.

"Good. One more thing, you aren't allowed to cum. Now go."

Shannon flipped me off and then trotted out of the room. When I heard the door close, I looked at the two ladies and asked, "So who wants to go first?"

"Oh I got dibbs, Buster. Sarah got me all worked up and I need some relief. Besides, that little bitch made her stop. I'd like to torture her a bit. That ok by you guys?" Sarah and I nodded in agreement. "Well off I go then. See ya' after three minutes in heaven." Jessica flipped her skirt up, mooning us, and then left the room.

I looked at Sarah. "Are you ok with this?" I said.

Her eyes met mine. I could tell she was very serious when she started to talk, "I have not been able to get Jessica out of my mind. Since flashed me in class, I have not been able to get past her pussy. I would just lie in bed and masturbate and think about eating her cunt. It is all I think about. Almost all, I guess. I keep replaying the conversation we had in your office. At the time it seemed so wrong. I wanted to judge, but I couldn't. What you did wouldn't leave my head. I had to talk to you about it; I had to let you know that I would have made the same choice too. But this is better. After this evening, neither of us will have the power to judge. We will be equals. Both of us will have fucked students."

It was strangely appropriate that Sarah was interrupted at that moment by a high-pitched, feminine wail. It sounded like Jessica was having a very good time. The tension broken, Sarah and I giggled at each other. I checked the clock on the wall and yelled that it was time.

Sarah greedily rubbed her hands together. "My turn now," she gloated, before opening the bedroom door.

Jessica stumbled out, looking flushed with a fresh orgasm. She plopped down on the couch, not bothering to lower her skirt. Her pussy was lewdly spread before me. It was glistening, pink, and juicy. Jessica began to speak, "I am so glad that she is my roommate! Wow! That girl totally knows how to eat a cunt. I just told her get comfortable, because I was gonna sit on her face." Jessica's fingers drifted down to her wet hole. Two slipped inside with a squishy sound. "She stuck her tongue up my pussy and hit me in all the right places. I just totally used her. I ground my cunt on her face and made her lick it up. It was so nasty."

Jessica was now full-on masturbating. One hand was buried in her cunt, while the other was strumming her clit. I moved off the couch and kneeled before her. I placed my tongue at her sweet hole and licked. She tasted so good. Her juices coated my chin. They were tangy, musky, and delicious. I began to lap away at her cunt with an almost religious fervor. Jessica stroked my hair, pulling me closer to her sex. She was now grinding my face, probably picking up where she and Shan left off.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the clock on the wall. It had been five minutes. As difficult as it was, I backed away from the task at hand. I knew pleasure still awaited me behind my bedroom door. So I pulled back and yelled, "Time."

"Bastard," Jessica spat as I stood up. "I was getting close. Everyone keeps leaving me hanging."

I chuckled. "Sorry, it was time and I have a date with a slut," I said as I went to the bedroom.

"But I'm a slut!" I heard Jessica plead as I knocked on the door.

Hearing only muffled moans I went inside. The room was dark. I could barely see by the half-light of the outside street lamps. Sarah's clothes were in a rumpled heap just inside the doorway. She was now naked except for her black leather boots (What?! Sarah had surely taken the boots off to get out of her blue jeans. But when she was naked she then took the time to put them back on again? Interesting fetish, Sarah!) The two women were engaged in a heated, full-on, muff to mouth 69. On my bed! This was the stuff fantasies were made of. For a moment I took it in; two beautiful women were having sex on my bed! I couldn't stay on the sidelines for very long, though. I needed to be involved; I had to stick my cock in something warm, wet, and moist. I walked up and gave Sarah a hearty smack on the ass. She looked up me with glazed over eyes. Her expression was blank, as if she were lost. Sarah was in total lust with the coed beneath her.

"Time to go. It's my turn."

Sarah's face fell into dismay. While it was clear that Sarah didn't want to leave, she did so begrudgingly. After one last lick, she got off the bed and bent down to pick-up her discarded clothes. They were impossible to untangle and sort in the darkness. After a moment of frustration, I heard her say, "Fuck it. They are only going to be taken off anyway." With a sway of her ass, Sarah closed the door behind her. She had left the room completely bare-ass naked.

I looked down at Shannon. She was on her back and totally nude. Her legs had fallen open in a spread-eagle. Shannon's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. One hand was on her breast, playing with the nipple. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythmic gasping of her breath. The other hand was toying with her soggy cunt. I could hear a sloppy squishing sound as her finger slid in and out of her slit. Her hips were bucking upward against her hand, as she rode an ascending wave toward the crest of an orgasm. Shannon moaned low and deep. She was close. I had to stop her from cumming.

I grabbed her hand by the wrist and tugged it away from her pussy. Shannon's eyes flew open. I could see rage. She tried to yank her hand out of my grip, but I held firm. "Shannon, you heard the rules, no cumming. It was your dare." I admonished her. "Now come over here"

Shannon got up on all fours and turned towards me. I pulled down my zipper and reached inside my fly. My dick had risen to a semi-hard state. I felt so much more comfortable, now that I was able to pull it out of my pants. I held my Johnson at the base and waved it in front of Shannon's face. Her eyes lit up at the prospect of sucking my cock. I felt her tiny fingers wrap around my shaft, clutching it firmly. Her face moved in close. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. "Pfffwttttt!" Shannon spit on my dick. Her hand rubbed up and down, lubing up my cock with her saliva.

Shannon pulled my dick slightly upwards and took a detour. She shifted forward and buried her face in my balls. Her tongue swiped back and forth, running circles around my nuts. Shannon pulled back for a second, and then spit directly onto my nut-sack. This was too perfect; I was in heaven. To me, there are few things that are better than the decadent, luxurious sensation of a woman gently bathing my balls in sloppy spit. Shannon was an ace – she didn't care about the end result, she just liked to lick balls. This was unhurried and languishing, oral sex. I couldn't ask for anything better. I wanted Shannon to take her time. I was in no rush, and I didn't want to come too early. I felt certain that there were at few other interesting events that I would want to participate in later tonight.

My hand went to the back of Shannon's head. I ran my fingers through her bobbed hair as she continued to ply my nuts with her oral skills. Her hands moved to my hips. Groping my butt cheeks, she unbuttoned my pants. They fell to the floor and I kicked them out of the way. I felt a little pressure on my hips as if she was signaling me to turn. I was a little confused, but I followed Shannon's direction. My butt was now facing toward her. Her hands were on my ass, rubbing and kneading the skin. This was a bit odd, and things only got stranger from there.

Shannon pulled my cheeks apart and buried her face in my ass. Her hot breath warmed the "O" ring of my sphincter. I jumped. Shannon's nose ground into my skin, taking in the lingering, earthy smell of ass. I wasn't expecting for her to want to lick my butthole; but there she was, her face lined up with my asshole. Her tongue tentatively extended. It grazed the taut, clenched skin of the pucker. Her actions, while pleasurable, felt wet and ticklish. My hand went to my cock. It was throbbing and hard with arousal. I couldn't keep myself from stroking my dong. This was pure filth – absolute raunch – the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest thing I could imagine. A hot, teenage student was licking my asshole while I was jacking off. And both she and I loved every lewd moment of the experience.

I heard Jessica yell, "Time," from the other room. Then the door opened and light flooded our bodies. "What the fuck?" I heard Jessica say in surprise. There it was; Shannon was eating my ass in full view of Jessica and Sarah. I was bent at the waist, stroking my cock, reveling in the gentle nudging of Shannon's tongue. I am sure it was a rather bizarre sight.

But time was up. I unclasped Shannon's hands and stepped away from her face. My pants were on the floor and I was naked from the waist down. I turned around, patted her on the head, and said, 'Thanks Shan. That really hit the spot. I appreciate you licking my ass for me. Anytime you want do it again, just let me know." She blinked, clearly aroused and disoriented. Jessica and Sarah just stood there, mouths agape. "Well I guess it is my turn," I said. "Dare."

"Big surprise, dude. There are two naked women in your bedroom, a third is missing panties, and you cock is blowing in the breeze. Fuckin' A you are gonna say dare," Sarah said.

I chuckled. Sarah was sooooo right. "So what's it going to be then?"

"I think you need to be tied up and blindfolded. While you were in here getting a rim job, Jessica told me that you liked a little mystery when you fuck. I think we can oblige you. Now lean down Professor, so I can tie this scarf around your head." I did as Sarah commanded. She pulled an old winter scarf from my closet and tied it over my eyes. The world went completely black. "Now lie down on the bed." I felt a soft pair of hands guide me down to the mattress. I was now on my back, my cock still rigid and sticking up in the air. I could feel my heart nervously beating out the time, as I anxiously awaited a first touch. "Put out your arms and legs so that we can tie them to the bedposts." This got me nervous, there would be no going back from here. If I was tied up these sluts could do whatever they wanted, without any repercussion from me. What, though, did I have to be afraid of? I was already dead in the water if my students wanted to cause me trouble. Besides, this moment had the potential to be the most erotic one of my life. I extended my arms and legs. The women worked quickly. The binds were placed around my outstretched limbs, linking me to the bedposts. With a few tugs of a belt, I was securely locked into place. I was completely at the mercy of these three very horny women.

It was quiet in the room. The tension was beyond anything I had yet experienced. I wanted them all; I needed them to take and ravish me- use me for their sexual pleasure. Without free movement or the use of my hands, I was powerless to act. I could only wait until they decided to take advantage of my current state. I heard whispering and a couple of giggles; they were surely plotting out their plan of attack. I couldn't make out any words, despite that I was straining to hear anything that would give me a clue to what was about to happen....

After an eternity, I heard Jessica's low sultry voice next to my ear. Soft and sexy she said, "Relax Professor. We are going to fuck you, one by one. We are going to put your hard cock inside each of our tight, little pussies. We are going to ride your shaft and bounce up and down on your dick. You just need to lie there and take it. Does that sound good, baby?" She then kissed my ear, soft and tender, before nibbling once gently on the lobe. I nodded feverishly. "I bet you like that idea. Would you like to fuck three little sluts? Our pussies are so wet. We all need a good fucking. I can see that you are very hard. Are you ready for us?" After asking the question Jessica leaned down and licked my nipple. She took it in her mouth and bit on it lightly. I also felt two other mouths – Sarah and Shannon – blowing hot air on my engorged cock. Their tongues snaked out and lick the head and shaft. I writhed in pleasure against the confines of my bonds. I needed this, my cock had buried to be inside one of these fuck-bunnies – and soon.

I nodded and begged, "Please. Please fuck me. I need to feel a cunt around my cock. Give me your pussies. Fuck me."

Jessica stopped toying with my nipple and talked to me again, "Well, Professor, you are gonna have to wait. That was a bad, and oh sooo naughty thing you did to Shannon earlier. You wouldn't let her cum. I think that you need to be punished for being such a nasty Professor. We are going to leave you alone and see how you like it. Meanwhile the three of us are going to have a very good time on your floor. We'll make sure that we are extra loud so you can hear us scream in pleasure. When you do, just think of how good it would feel to fuck us, to stick your throbbing man-meat inside of our juicy cunts. I have such a wet cunt, and I know the other ladies do too. We are all ready for a hard fucking, but I think you need to learn you lesson first. Now girls, which of you bitches wants to eat me?"

The next few minutes were pure, exquisite torture. I was helpless and tied to a bed. I knew that just a few feet away delicious, coed, lesbian debaucheries were taking place on my bedroom floor. I could hear the moans. At first, they were individual in nature. I could by the tone or pitch which lady was gasping in desire – Jessica, Shannon, or Sarah. Soon, however, their moaning became an obscene hum. The ecstasy rang in my ears and reverberated in my brain. Images of naked female flesh, writhing and twisting in orgasmic delight, played in my mind. Occasionally a word or phrase floated above the cacophony of feminine bliss. "Finger my fuckin' cunt," "Lick it Bitch," and "Ooh, that's sooooo good!" rained in on my ears, driving me insane. The room was filled with undeniable scent of pussy. I inhaled, driving myself deeper into uncharted depths of desire. I am not sure if I had ever been this horny before. I desperately needed a release. I needed to stick my cock somewhere – anywhere. My rod was throbbing, fully upright, with wanton need. It didn't matter which hole – I just had to fuck. I pulled and strained at the bonds. No luck. These women had gotten to me. The sounds of licking, sucking, rubbing, and fingering were inescapable. I couldn't breathe because liquid was dripping from the air. The sex was unavoidable: it was molten, raw, electric – and just an arm's length away.

I could imagine what was happening next me. My guess was that they had formed into a three way daisy-chain, a sort of triangle in which they were munched and could munch upon the two other women. I am not sure how long it lasted, since it seemed like an eternity. I do know, however, that it was Shannon who was the beginning of the end. Her voice broke away from the others when she wailed, "Oooooooooooohhhh God! I'm cumming! Lick my pussy! Make me cuuuuuuum!!!!" For a long moment, I took in the crescendo. Shannon's cum was perhaps the most joyful thing I had ever heard. I could visualize her on the floor, spasmodically bucking her teenage hips, trying to ride the wave of the "O," needing the fervent caress of a woman's tongue. I then heard her voice fall, gradually settling down to an exhausted, panting gasp. Jessica was next one to cum. Her release was a high pitched squeal. No words were apparent. Jessica's only sounds came from the tension playing between her sexual desire and release. The room fell silent, aside from the inevitable, breathless aftershocks. One was left. Sarah had not yet cum.

And then bliss. A warm, wet, velvety pussy descended upon my cock. It was slow and sensual, a smooth and unerring descent. I slid inside of her with ease, penetrating her pink, fuck hole. I felt engulfed in a deep, sloppy wetness. She bottomed out and sat still, impaled on my throbbing cock. She was taking me in, adjusting to my newfound presence inside of her. That didn't last, though. Sex cannot endure stillness; friction must occur. The screw began slowly, her ass grinding on my pubic bone. I thrust upwards in sharp quick strokes. She responded by adding bounce to her grind. I felt her ass rhythmically slapping against my skin, building a driving momentum. Other hands were rubbing me all over – my chest, my legs, and my hair. While only one woman was fucking my cock, this moment was truly a group effort. The woman bouncing on my dick leaned down, shook her chest, and rubbed her tits in my face. They were huge, round funbags that I desperately wanted in my hands. I knew it must be Sarah riding my cock; only she had tits that big. She moaned, "So good, so fucking good. I love fucking you. Your cock feels so hard deep inside my pussy. Oh God, I missed your cock. Fuck me like you fuck your slutty little students. Oh my. FUCK! That's it. I'm going to cum! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Sarah's body convulsed as an orgasm ripped her apart. She was a wild woman, twisting and turning on the shaft lodged inside of her well-fucked cunt. She collapsed on top of me, her massive tits pressed against my chest. I let her rest for a moment, to regain he breath before saying, "Sarah that was incredible. Thank you."

"Dude, I agree. I haven't cum like that in quite some time. Why did we ever stop fucking? That was just too good."

"I don't know. We just sort of did."

"Whatever. We just need to make sure we do it again." Sarah slid upwards and climbed off of my cock. I could hear the question in her voice, "Dude, did you cum?"

"No," I smiled. "I could use a little help with that."

With no hesitation I heard Shannon cut in, "My turn. Get your big old, ho' ass out of the way, Sarah. I need that wonderful dick." I heard both Jessica giggle and Sarah groan. Shannon kissed me lightly on the mouth and straddled my hips. She took my dick her soft hands and rubbed it firmly up and down against her fat pussy lips. She was wet and very ready. Shannon was so sloppy she was practically boiling over with her juices. Finding the hole, the head of my cock easily popped inside of her cunt. Shannon gave a quick startled gasp, before moaning, "Oh wow! Professor, this fuck is gonna feel so good! I am so horny. Fuckin' fuck me with your fat, fuckin' cock! Oh, Professor!" Wasting no time, she brought her hips down to meet mine. I was totally bottomed out inside of Shannon, balls deep. She flexed her legs and raised her hips, and then quickly brought them back down again. From the way she writhed on the cock that impaled her, I could tell that this was going to be a lively fuck. Shannon's passion flared, wasting no time. There would be nothing lovey-dovey for her. I guess her need was too great. She was searching out her orgasm, wanting it oh so desperately. There was a sexual fire inside of her that had to be quenched. Only a fuck topped with a cum could do it. It was building deep inside of Shannon's tight body, her hips rising and falling with unbridled violence and ferocity.

Lewd sounds echoed off the walls of the room as she chanted, "Fuck me, fuck my eighteen year old pussy, pound it, make me cum, I'm a dirty slut, do my slutty pussy, do it, do it, do it, DO ME!!!!!" Not one to deny a lady, especially if she was a sexy teenage slut, I thrust my hips upward. I was rock-hard and exceptionally horny, but in a strange zone I don't think I had ever experienced before. I was so aroused it felt as though I had pushed through a wall. I was in no danger of cumming, rather I felt as if I could fuck all night. I felt as if could screw until my cock was raw and chafed from too much pussy friction. It was a completely freeing feeling. I could focus on fucking, and fucking alone. I did not have to worry about humping away past the point of no return. Although I was still tied up, I was able to get some force behind my fucking. For several minutes (time had become very uncertain) I drilled toward the ceiling, pounding and penetrating her sweet, pussy. Sloppy squishing sounds emanated from her cunt hole. Shannon screamed, loud and long, "I'm CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMIINGGG!!!!" Her body shook and twitched on my shaft. She must have arched her back, because I felt Shannon's hands on my thighs. Her girl-cum coated my shaft. And I had still not cum myself....

Shannon fell to the bed next to me. She lay on her side finding her breath. Her hand draped over my chest and toyed idly with my nipple. I felt Shannon's breath the moment before her lips locked onto mine. She kissed me lightly, softly. It was the barest of touches – so seductive and sweet. I tried to kiss her back, but I couldn't find her mouth. I could only find air. I am sure my attempt was comical, and indeed she chuckled softly before saying, "Baby, don't worry. I will take care of you. Relax." Your mouth touched mine again, but this time we didn't part. We stayed locked in that kiss, so soft and full of craving and desire, for some time.

Meanwhile, there was one pussy that had not yet fucked me. Jessica parted the smooth folds of her labia with my engorged cock. She took me inside of her and once again I was engulfed in an incredible warmth and wetness. Slowly, Jessica moved her hips. This was a change from Shannon. There was no urgency; everything was easy and relaxed. Time seemed to stop, and my heart beat out the moments that passed. With every pulse we came together, and then fell apart. That is perhaps the greatest irony of lovemaking. For several long minutes our hips entwined, moving as a single unit. I was still kissing Shannon, but really I was making love to Jessica. Jessica said to me softly, her voice totally calm, "How does that feel? You feel so good inside of me. I love you sliding in and out of my pussy. You make me feel like a woman. Are you ready to cum? You have been hard for so long. You deserve to cum."

I broke contact with Shannon. "Are you sure? What about you?" I gasped, barely holding on.

"Don't worry about me, Professor. I want you to cum. I want you to cum side of me. Cum inside of my pussy, baby."

I felt so close to Jessica at that moment. Only the word intimate could describe what I felt. Forget the orgy. Forget the ferocious, animalistic sex. This, the here and now, was real. Emotion overcame me. The feelings were too much. I had been aroused by sexual depravity for so very long. No more. It was, in fact, Jessica that put me over the edge. My balls tightened and I felt the internal pulse of my orgasm. With one more thrust, I came inside of her, bathing her insides with my cum.

Jessica lay on top of me for a long moment, holding me close. I wanted the feeling to always remain, to never fade – but that was not possible. While I wanted nothing more than to bask in the glow of Jessica, the reality was that I was still blindfolded and tied to the bed. Exhausted, I croaked, "Uh, ladies can you please untie me?"

Jessica laughed before she rolled off of me. She said, "You act like you have such a hard life, Professor. The blindfold was taken off and all three women worked on untying me. Shortly, I was free. After bending my limbs, I felt the blood beginning to flow again. But my eyes were getting heavy. Sleep was starting to overtake me. All three women were on my bed. It was crowded, but nonetheless delightful. I felt movement. Jessica repositioned herself, so that her face was at my cock. She looked up at me and said, "Go ahead and go to sleep. You need your rest. I just want to clean you up." I felt Jessica's tongue snake out and lick the tip of my softening shaft. She then wrapped her lips around me and took my shaft into her mouth. Jessica bobbed her head up and down several times before releasing my cock with a pop. "Mmmmm, very nice. I taste pretty good on you. I think I will call it a cum-sickle. A girl could get used to this, you know? But now I have licked you clean. No more cum. It's sad, but there will definitely be more. We still have things we need to do. I have couple of holes that must be filled, Professor. But that can wait until tomorrow. Until then, sleep tight."

And so I did....
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Game of Swinging - Part 4 (Final)
Posted:Feb 15, 2011 6:46 pm
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Suddenly, my balls tightened and threw my head back and yelled, “Here it is, baby! Open your fucking mouth.”

I pulled my cock from her mouth and forced her head back by the hair. With my other hand, I grabbed my cock and pumped it furiously. I looked down at her beautiful face and deep green eyes staring up at me. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue sticking out. The first spurt shot out and straight into her mouth. She didn’t close her mouth, but swirled the cum around with her tongue, forcing some of it out and over her chin. The second and third huge spurts splashed over her lips and face up to her forehead. I slid my cock between her lips and shot the rest of my load in her hungry mouth. When I pulled it out, she left her mouth open and let the cum pour out and onto her tits jutting out below her chin. With both hands she began rubbing my cum into her breasts and nipples. I released my grip on her hair and dropped to my knees, exhausted.

“Oh man. Good work, honey,” Marlissa said, “that was hot.”

“Thanks, babe. I try,” I said with a wink.

Kyle said, “How did you know she likes it rough, Ian? I don’t remember telling you that. We only discovered it recently ourselves.”

“I don’t know, I just sensed it, I guess.”

“Well, darling,” Jody said as she wiped the cum off her face with a finger, then licked it clean, “you sensed it correctly. That was awesome. Your tongue is incredible, too. I squirted when I came. That doesn’t happen all the time, only when it’s really intense.”

“I love that. Marlissa’s the same way. I could drink either of you all day.”

“Okay,” Kyle said, “my turn. And, unless I roll something less than a two, I’m going to win this game.” We all looked at the board as Kyle rolled a 3. “Woohoo! The winner!”

Jody said, “Congratulations, stud! So, what do you have in mind for us, Mr. Director.”

“Well, well, well. Let me think a minute.” He glanced at each of us in turn, pondering the possible permutations. “Let’s just say,” he said finally, “that we’re going to offer the opportunity for a LOT of experimentation.”

Kyle stood up as Jody cleared the game board off the floor and out of the way. He then walked over to me. “Okay Ian, lay down on your back. We’re going to put you in a position to participate, but give you time to get your cock back up, okay?”

I laid down flat on my back. I was pretty apprehensive, but at this point, I was ready to try anything. I was pretty much past the point of no return. One look at the grin on Marlissa’s face and I could tell she was past that point as well.

“Marlissa, baby, come here.” Marlissa stood and walked to Kyle. Kyle took her by the arm and led her until she was standing with her feet by my head. “Get down on your knees and straddle his face. I know how much he loves to eat your pussy.”

“No problem. I love his tongue. Don’t you, Jody?”

“Absolutely,” she said.

Marlissa then kneeled and dropped her beautiful pussy down to my waiting mouth. In a remote part of my brain, I knew that she still had a partial load of Kyle’s cum in her cunt, but it just didn’t seem to matter at this point. Like the man said, it’s a time of experimentation. Her pussy lips were soft and pink and warm to the touch. She was still very wet, obviously excited by my performance with Jody. I slurped and licked at her juices and the occasional thick rivulet of cum oozing from her pussy. It was a heady mixture and I could already feel my cock stirring to life again.

“As for me,” he said, “I’m going to have another fuck at Marlissa’s tight pussy.” With that, he kneeled behind Marlissa as she was grinding on my mouth, and placed his hands on her ass cheeks. With his thumbs, he spread them to get a good rear view of me tonguing her pussy and her puckering pink asshole.

She looked back over her shoulder at Kyle and said, “A tongue and a cock at the same time. I don’t know if I can stand the pleasure.”

“Well,” Kyle said, “that’s not all. Jody? Please come here and kneel beside me.” As Jody was moving next to Kyle, he slid his cock into my wife’s sopping pussy. I felt his balls brushing over my forehead. I concentrated on tonguing her clit as I watched his thick cock slide in and out of her pink pussy lips. From this close, it was all I could see. Marlissa moaned and I felt her push back against his slow thrusts, grinding her clit into my tongue at the same time.

“Now, Jody. I want to put a finger in Marlissa’s tight asshole. But I don’t want to hurt her. Can you lube it up for me, please?”

Jody didn’t answer with words, she simply lowered her head down between Kyle’s stomach and Marlissa’s ass and then ran her tongue down the crack.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Marlissa said, “Oh Ian, she’s got her tongue in my ass. Fuck that feels good. I don’t think I can take this much longer. I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet, my love,” Kyle said. “Go slow, people, we have lots to do.”

I let up a little on Marlissa’s clit and Kyle slowed his pumping cock. Jody continued to tongue Marlissa’s ass until it was wet and loose.

“Now, Jody, that’s good.” Kyle said, “Move over there and stand above Ian, straddling his waist. Now, sit down on him. If his cock gets hard, you let us know. You know what to do with it then, I assume.”

“You got it,” she said, and took her position on my groin area, facing Marlissa.

Kyle then placed his thumb over the entrance to my wife’s asshole. At first he just applied gentle pressure and rubbed Jody’s spit all around it. Marlissa was still, but was arching her back so that her asshole was more easily accessed. Kyle then slowly shoved his thumb past the entrance and inside. Marlissa grunted and then moaned in pleasure. Kyle pushed his thumb all the way in and pulled it back out again. He pushed it in and back out gain slowly, nice and easy. Marlissa began pushing back a little to meet his thrust.

“Shit, that feels good. Keep that cock in my pussy and finger-fuck my ass. Oh shit, this is incredible. Oh, lick me, Ian, suck my clit, baby.”

“Marlissa. Jody’s feeling a little left out. I want you to give her a nice kiss. Thank her for getting your ass ready for me.”

Marlissa hesitated. Jody reached out and placed a hand at the back of Marlissa’s neck, and pulled her close. Marlissa mumbled something that came out as more of a whimper.

“What’s that, baby?” Jody asked her in a sexy and soothing tone. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Thank you, Jody.”

“Thank me for what, darling?” Jody said, inching her face closer to Marlissa’s. “Say it, baby.”

“Thank you for putting your tongue in my ass,” she said, her voice cracking at the end.

Jody’s lips were an inch from Marlissa’s when she said, “And you liked my tongue in your ass, baby? You liked it when I fucked your ass with my tongue?”

“Yes,” Marlissa sighed, her breath heavy.

“Yes, what?” Jody said, their lips almost touching, their breath hot in each other’s mouth. “Say it.”

“I loved having your tongue in my ass. I loved it when you were fucking my asshole with your tongue. I loved it when – mmmphh, mmmmmf.”

I assumed from the way she was cut off and the muffled groans coming from my wife that the tongue she loved so much in her ass, was now in her mouth. I couldn’t see what was happening, but the image in my mind was highly arousing. I felt my cock getting hard beneath Jody’s warm crotch.

Jody broke the passionate kiss with Marlissa and said, “Houston, we have lift off!” She reached down between her legs and guided my cock into her dripping pussy. It was tight, wet, and hot. I moaned into my wife’s cunt as I felt Jody’s ass cheeks settle over my balls. The feeling was exquisite. I had my cock buried deep in one luscious pussy and my mouth on another. Life was good.

“Come here, baby, try these, now,” I heard Jody say. “Ian, your beautiful wife is sucking on my tits. She’s licking my nipples and teasing them with her teeth. I think she learned a lot watching you. Mmmmm, that’s good, baby.”

Kyle then said, “Jody, stay on Ian’s cock, but spin around. I think Marlissa would like to return a favor to you, now.”

I heard Marlissa gasp slightly. I felt Jody spin on my dick and face away from me, still sliding up and down. She leaned forward, bending my cock at an extreme angle, but not painfully so. But this new position gave clear access to her tight brown asshole.

“Go ahead, darling,” Kyle said softly, “put your tongue in Jody’s ass. Fuck her ass with your tongue like I’m fucking yours with my finger.”

I felt my wife lean forward and soon I distinctly heard her wet sucking and slurping sounds. Jody was moaning and pushing back and forth on my cock. I felt juices from her pussy dripping down to my balls, and I also felt Marlissa’s hot saliva dripping down the crack of Jody’s ass onto the front of my cock. I had to see this. I gently pushed Marlissa’s ass up a little off my face so I could peer down my body. I saw a tight pussy sliding up and down my glistening cock and my wife’s tongue sliding in and out of a wet asshole.

Suddenly, Jody pulled off my cock and raised her ass higher in the air. “Lick my cunt, Marlissa. Suck my clit. Put your fingers in my ass and fuck me, while you suck my cunt.”

I watched as Marlissa leaned forward and covered Jody’s gaping pussy lips with her mouth. She slid one, then two fingers into Jody’s ass and began pumping them in and out while lapping at her cunt. Not wanting to leave me hanging, God bless her, she reached down with her other hand and began jacking my stiff cock.

The sight was amazing. My wife had her fingers buried in another woman’s ass, her tongue in a sopping pussy, and she was jerking my cock like there was no tomorrow. I looked back above me and saw Kyle’s cock still pounding into my wife’s pussy and his thumb pumping in her asshole. Suddenly, Kyle pulled his cock out of Marlissa’s pussy and a stream of pussy juice and left-over cum ran down her slit, over her swollen clit and onto my lips and chin. Without thinking, I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the salty-sweet mixture. It was strange and familiar all at the same time and not entirely unpleasant. Kyle removed his thumb from Marlissa’s ass and pushed the tip of his cock against her puckered hole. Marlissa tensed and froze for a second, then relaxed. As soon as the tip of his cock cleared the entrance, Kyle shoved it all in in one stroke. Marlissa squealed into Jody’s pussy, but kept sucking and licking and fingering. I watched as his cock slid in and out of her tight ass, the pink rim puckering in and out with each thrust. Juice was still flowing steadily from her cunt onto my face and I did my best to lap up every drop.

Jody’s grunts and moans started getting louder and higher. “Aaaaaahhh, yeeeesssss, fuuuuuuckkk mmeeeeee!” she shouted. “I’m cuuuuummmiiiiinnngggg!”

Marlissa kept her mouth clamped to Jody’s pussy and kept fucking her ass with two fingers. Jody convulsed several times and I heard my wife gag just a little and gurgle. I felt hot juice drip onto my stomach and realized that Jody’s pussy must be gushing girl-cum. Marlissa kept her mouth working on her pussy and I could hear her sucking and swallowing and swallowing and sucking. Then Marlissa began a high-pitched squeal that went louder and higher. Her hips started bucking and she pressed her cunt to my mouth and began grinding feverishly. Kyle’s balls were flopping all over my face as he pounded into her ass faster and faster. I heard him growl and knew he was about to blow. I pushed my tongue deep into my wife’s pussy and felt her muscles clench around it as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. Her juices were pouring down my throat and all over my face. She was squirting heavily. After a few last spasms, I felt her relax and lift her pussy from my face. I look down my body and saw her gazing wearily back at me between her legs. She was spent, but had a big grin on her wet face. Jody was slumped forward on my legs, not moving, but breathing heavily.

Kyle suddenly shouted out and pulled his cock from Marlissa’s ass. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Marlissa climbed off me and turned around. She reached out and grabbed Kyle’s cock in her hand. “Let me,” she said. She then leaned down and sucked the head into her mouth, still pumping it rapidly, inches above my face. I started to move, but she put a hand on my chest, obviously wanting me to stay put. She sucked and pumped his thick cock until he threw his head back and howled. My wife then pulled her mouth off his cock, but kept pumping it, and pointed it at my face. The first spurt splashed over my lips and chin and even down to my neck and chest. Marlissa adjusted her aim and opened my mouth with her other hand. The next shot hit my tongue and the back of my throat. I closed my mouth to swallow before choking, but she pulled my mouth open again. She then pulled Kyle’s cock and he leaned forward. My wife then guided Kyle’s spurting cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked it in as far as it would go. He came for what seemed like forever. Spurt after spurt shot into my mouth as my wife pumped the base of his cock and balls. “That’s good, darling, suck that cock. Drink his cum. You’re a good cocksucker, sweetie. Swallow it all, baby.” She kept pumping and I kept sucking until the last drop slid down my throat. Kyle slowly pulled his spent cock from my mouth and my wife leaned down and licked up the sperm that was on my chin, neck, and chest. I looked over to see that Jody have revived and was kneeling next me on the other side. She joined my wife in licking up the copious globs of Kyle’s cum on my body and face, then moved down my body and engulfed my cock.

That was all it took. I exploded. Jody jacked my cock with the tip in her mouth as I arched my back and dumped another load. Fireworks went off in my head and trains rushed through the room. When I was done, she pulled her mouth off but kept it closed. Jody then lifted Marlissa’s chin up with her finger and covered her mouth with her own. I could clearly see they each had a mouthful of cum and were stirring it around in each other’s mouth with their tongues. They sucked and swallowed and moaned until all the cum was gone. As they broke the kiss, several strands of sticky goo stretched and eventually broke between their wet mouths. I nearly came again at the sight.

Kyle was the first to speak. “That was great, guys. Ian, you okay? Are you going to be fucked up for life or anything?”

“No, buddy, I don’t think so. It was all good, as far as I’m concerned. Experimentation is good, right? Marlissa, are you okay, baby?”

“Oh yeah,” she said with a smile. “I’m great. Sore, but great. Thanks Jody. Kyle. This definitely opened up a whole new world for us.”

Jody said, “Anytime, girlfriend. You guys are hot. I hope we can play again sometime. Soon!” We all laughed.

I said, “I think we need to find a copy of that game for home, don’t you Marlissa?”

“Absolutely.” She turned her head as if thinking about something then said, wiggling her eyebrows up and down, “John and Amy!”

I said, “Jason and Lisa!”

“Oh yeah,” she said, “Lisa is a hot little bitch. I’d love to grind my pussy into her face.”

“What?” I asked incredulously. “You’ve thought about this before? I always thought you wouldn’t go for it.”

“I just never had the nerve to try it. Too scared. But after meeting Jody here, I knew I wanted it. I wanted it bad.” Jody smiled at her.

“Wow,” I said, and shook my head.

We all got up and put our clothes on. We fetched fresh drinks from the bar and walked out onto the patio to watch the stars. This was going to turn out to be the best vacation ever.
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Game of Swinging - Part 3
Posted:Feb 15, 2011 6:45 pm
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Marlissa was the first to speak. “Oh. My. God. That was amazing. Are you okay, honey?”

I could only nod. Finally I chuckled, shook my head and sat up. I looked down at my flopping cock, covered in jism and could only shake my head some more. “Wow, that was intense,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

We all laughed and Jody said, “Give me the fucking die, I want someone. Now.” She rolled and landed on a purple square. “YES!” she shouted and pumped her fist in the air.

“Watch out!” Kyle said, and laughed.

Jody looked at each of us in turn, locking eyes for a moment before turning to the next one. She leaned down and picked up the pile of discarded instruction cards and began briefly scanning each one. She finally stopped on one. The red one. She smiled.

She looked at Marlissa and asked, “Are you game? Any appendage in any orifice? It’s fine if you’re not ready.”

Marlissa obviously struggled for an answer, but finally just said, “What the hell. If it gets too weird, I’ll stop you.”

“Fair enough,” Jody said, “Stay where you are, but stretch your legs out in front of you.” Marlissa nodded and did so, looking a bit apprehensive. Jody moved around behind her and sat down, placing a leg on either side of Marlissa, pressing the front of her body against Marlissa’s back. “Lean back against me, baby. Just relax.” Marlissa slowly leaned back and reclined against Jody’s chest. Jody draped her chin over Marlissa’s shoulder, placing her cheek against Marlissa’s. Both of Jody’s hands slid around Marlissa’s waist, softly rubbing and caressing her flat stomach, then her upper thighs. “Spread your legs a little, baby, I’m just going to explore a little.” Hesitantly, Marlissa slid her legs apart a few more inches. Jody’s hands rubbed down her thighs about halfway to the knees, then slid inside to her inner thighs and drew her hands back up. At Marlissa’s crotch, Jody’s hands came together and rubbed over her clothed pussy. Marlissa, let her head fall back onto Jody’s shoulder and gave an almost agonized moan. I recognized it as the same as mine had been only moments before. A mixture of pleasure and amazement at what she was allowing to happen to her. “I’m going to undo your pants, okay sweetie?” Marlissa nodded. With slow delicate movements, Jody unsnapped Marlissa’s shorts and slowly lowered the zipper. Marlissa’s stomach muscles clenched involuntarily and Jody rubbed her hands over them, feeling the ripple. Then Jody’s hands, fingers pointing downward, slid underneath the waistband of Marlissa’s underwear.

I looked at Kyle and he was staring intently at his wife’s hands sliding down over my wife’s crotch. I suddenly noticed that my cock was hard again, throbbing. Marlissa was breathing heavily and moaning softly every few seconds. It was a very erotic scene. I suddenly wished I had a camera handy.

Jody’s right hand slid farther under Marlissa’s underwear and was cupping Marlissa’s pussy. We couldn’t see due to her shorts, but it was obvious that her middle finger was running down the length of Marlissa’s slit. With her left hand, she pulled Marlissa’s left leg farther back, spreading her legs wide. Marlissa shifted the right one farther out on her own, taking the cue. The back of Jody’s right hand and wrist angled outward and it was clear she was lining up to push her fingers into Marlissa’s pussy. To my amazement, Marlissa lifted her knees and thrust her pelvis forward, giving Jody a clear path into her cunt hole. Jody immediately pushed down and although we couldn’t see directly, it was clear that Jody’s fingers were inside my wife’s pussy, deep.

“Shit!” Marlissa cried out. “Yes!”

Jody, began a rhythmic pumping, moving her fingers in and out of Marlissa’s pussy. Marlissa was meeting her assault with thrusts of her hips and soft grunts. I could hear a wet slurping sound and knew that my wife’s cunt was sopping wet. Jody placed her left hand on the outside of Marlissa’s shorts and over her other hand, to help her drive her other fingers harder and farther into Marlissa’s pussy. She was finger-fucking the hell out of my wife’s cunt. Marlissa’s grunts had evolved into on long undulating moan that was rising in volume and pitch. I knew she was close.

Suddenly, Marlissa grasped Jody’s wrist, the one attached to the fingers that were fucking her sopping cunt, and began helping Jody plunge deeper, faster, and harder into her. With a final yelp, Marlissa’s back arched and the rest of her body froze as her pussy clenched and sucked at Jody’s fingers. She came violently and shuddered for one long minute before collapsing down into Jody’s lap. Jody, slowly withdrew her hand from Marlissa’s pants, leaving a wet trail of pussy juice up her belly. “I’ve still got time left. Any appendage, any orifice.” With that, she brought her hand up to Marlissa’s face and rubbed a wet finger over Marlissa’s lips. Marlissa’s eyes opened and she craned her neck to look back into Jody’s eyes. “Open,” was all Jody said. Hesitantly, Marlissa opened her lips. Jody slid two juice soaked fingers into Marlissa’s mouth.

Marlissa closed her lips around the fingers and slowly sucked them in. She closed her eyes and went, “Mmmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm.” I stared in amazement as my wife sucked her own pussy juices from another woman’s fingers. If I had touched my cock at that moment, I probably would have shot another load on the spot. Marlissa softly grasped the hand fucking her mouth, pulled the fingers from her lips. I thought it was over, but then Marlissa began licking Jody’s hand and other fingers all over, licking up every drop of cum juice on Jody’s hand. Finally satisfied that she’d gotten every drop, she let Jody’s hand drop just as the timer sounded and said, “Yummy.”

“Holy shit.” I said. “You two are so fucking hot. Marlissa, that was amazing. Was it good?”

“It was awesome, darling. I think I like this game.”

“Me too,” I said.

With some effort, she sat up and Jody returned to her spot. As she sat down, she looked at her right hand and brought a finger to her lips. Her tongue darted out and flicked the clean finger lightly. She frowned. “Damn,” she said, “none for me.” She glared at Marlissa with mock anger and said, “Greedy bitch.” Marlissa blew her a kiss and we all laughed.

Marlissa took the die and said, “And now, it’s even my turn again. Life is good.” She rolled and pulled her card. “Across. Sit on the player’s lap. Hey! We did that one already.”

“It’s okay, there are several of each instruction in each pile. It’s common to get the same one more than once during the game,” Kyle said.

“Great, here I come, then.” She got up and stepped over the board toward Kyle. “Lay back,” she said firmly. Kyle did. “Slide your shorts off, Kyle. The kidding around is pretty much over now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said.

Marlissa turned to Jody and said, “I’m going to do what you did, but without the clothes. That okay with you?”

“Excellent,” Jody said with a wide smile.

“Good.” With that, my wife grabbed the waistband of her own shorts and slid them down her long creamy legs. She kicked them to the side and took a stance over Kyle’s mid section. She looked down and stared for a moment at Kyle’s dark, thick cock. It was about the same length as mine, but somewhat fatter. Kyle was staring up at my wife’s pussy, covered in a closely cropped layer of bright red fuzz. I looked at Jody and she was also looking at my wife’s gorgeous pussy and fine tight ass. I noticed Jody’s hand slowly rubbing her own pussy through her shorts. The wet spot had grown at her crotch. I looked up and our eyes locked for a moment. I saw heat and lust there.

Marlissa bent her knees and lowered her pussy down toward Kyle’s prick. At first she just sat on it, pressing it against his stomach. She slowly rocked her hips forward, sliding her still wet slit along the underside of his penis, then down to his balls. As she slid forward again, I could see that his cock was now coated with my wife’s glistening pussy juice. At the top of her slide, she went a little farther, allowing Kyle’s cock to spring up at an angle. As she slid back down, the tip of his cock pressed against the bright pink lips of her pussy. She wiggled slightly back and forth, causing the tip of his dick to spread her pussy lips apart. Then suddenly she thrust back and Kyle’s cock disappeared inside Marlissa’s cunt. Both of them moaned loudly together. At first she didn’t move her hips, like nothing was happening. From personal experience, I knew differently. Marlissa has always had tremendous muscle tone and control in her pussy. Right now, her pussy was clenching and sucking at Kyle’s cock.

My suspicion was confirmed when Kyle said, “Holy shit, woman. That’s incredible. Jody, her pussy is squeezing me like a fucking fist. Damn.”

Then Marlissa lifted her hips until the head of his dick nearly popped free, but at the last second, she pushed back down, driving his cock deep inside her. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. She lifted up again, then slid back down, a bit harder. Up and down, up and down. She was riding the full length of his cock. I could see drops of her juices dribbling down his shaft, and over his balls. She was dripping wet.

I sat watching this scene, completely enthralled. I couldn’t believe I was watching my best friend fuck my wife. What’s more, I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying it. I was amazed to realize that there was not a trace of jealousy as I watched Kyle’s cock pound into my wife’s pussy. The whole sight and idea of it was every exciting. I wanted nothing more than to see him shoot his huge load inside my wife’s tight cunt.

A minute later, Marlissa brought her feet up underneath her and her knees closer to her chest. From that position, she began pounding up and down the length of Kyle’s shaft. The creamy white globes of her ass were slapping against his upper thighs in a rapid rhythm. Kyle was clenching his teeth and his muscular body was taught with ecstasy. Suddenly, he grabbed Marlissa at the hips, digging his fingers into her delicate flesh. There would be bruises there tomorrow. He pulled her cunt down onto his cock and held her there.

“Fuck!” he screamed, “I’m cumming!” I watched as his balls constricted and he ground his cock into her pussy.

“Yes, baby,” Marlissa rasped, “fuck me, baby, cum inside me. I want your cum inside me.” Her hips were motionless, but I knew her cunt muscles were milking him dry. After what seemed like forever, Kyle released his grip on her and let his arms fall to the floor.

Slowly, Marlissa lifted off of Kyle’s still rigid member. Jody and I had a clear view of her pussy from behind as it cleared the tip of his dick. Marlissa’s cunt hole was still totally stretched from her furious fucking and had yet to close. As soon as his dick popped out, it was followed by a huge stream of sperm and cunt juices that poured onto Kyle’s cock and stomach. Marlissa stayed hovering above him, both of them looking down and watching the goo pour out of her hole onto his cock and belly. I watched as Marlissa began working her pussy muscles, squeezing even more gobs of cum and juice from her pussy as it regained it’s original shape. The visual image was one of the most erotic I’d ever scene. I looked at Jody and our eyes locked for a second. There was nothing but pure heat and lust in her sparkling green eyes. I glanced down and noticed that she was rubbing her pussy through her shorts. The wet spot had grown considerably. She’d obviously enjoyed watching her boyfriend fuck my wife as much as I had. I looked again into her eyes, and she winked at me. I winked back.

The timer sounded and Marlissa stood up on shaky legs. She stepped back to her spot, looked down at the carpet. Then she pulled her tank top off and laid it on the floor, then sat down on it. Now she was totally naked. “I’m still dripping,” she smiled. “He came a ton.”

“I know,” Jody said, “doncha just love it?”

Marlissa reached out and they squeezed each other’s hand, smiling.

Kyle sat up and stared down at his cum and juice covered cock and belly. “Wow,” was all he could say. “Roll dude, it’s your turn.”

I rolled and drew my card. It was a red one. Alright! It said, “Across. Use your mouth on the player, and use the player’s mouth on you.”

I looked at Jody and she just grinned and crooked a finger at me, beckoning. As I was crawling past Marlissa, she grabbed my head and pulled my ear to her lips. “No kissing this time,” she said. “I want to see your cock in her mouth and your face in her cunt. I want to watch you cum on her face.”

I looked at her a bit astonished. However, after what I’d just witnessed in the last hour, nothing she said could have shocked me much. “You got it,” I said.

I stood up and walked over to Jody. “Off with the clothes,” I said. “All of them.” She didn’t hesitate a second. As she was pulling off her tank top and wiggling out of her shorts, I pulled off my shirt. I saw Kyle pull off his shirt and toss it aside. Now all four of us were completely nude. All inhibitions lost.

“Now, lay down on your back with your head close to me and your feet out that way.” She dutifully complied. I got down on my hands and knees with my face hovering just above hers, inverted. The first thing I did was lean down and kiss her deeply. I broke the kiss and looked at Marlissa. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” She just smiled at me.

I turned my face back to Jody below me and said, “Do everything I do. Got it?” She nodded quickly. I leaned down and kissed her throat. I immediately felt her lips on my Adam’s apple, hot and wet. I stuck my tongue out and ran it down her throat to her cleavage. Her tits were defying gravity and her nipples are pointing to the ceiling. The feel of her tongue on my chest was exhilarating. I moved my tongue laterally over her left breast, pausing to suck and nibble on her nipple. Electric shocks rippled over my skin as I felt her teeth clamp down lightly on my right nipple. I moved to her right tit and continued my suckling and nibbling. Her moaning was adding additional vibrations to her sucking. It was incredibly stimulating. I slowly ran my tongue down between her tits, leaving a trail of saliva down to her belly button. I felt her tongue push deep into my navel as well. I paused only briefly to tongue her belly button, but then sent my tongue farther south, towards her beautiful, clean-shaven pussy. My cock was now resting on her forehead. I pushed up from the floor and straightened up. I looked down at the vision of my cock hovering over Jody’s face, her lips were red and wet. I placed a thumb on her chin and pushed her mouth open. She offered no resistance. I then grasped my cock and guided the tip into her mouth. She thrust her chin up and her head back and sucked the entire length of my prick into her mouth, deep into her throat. My balls were literally against her nose.

“Oh my god,” Marlissa uttered. “You HAVE to teach me how you do that.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” was all Jody could say, what with my cock in her mouth.

I began a slow rhythmic thrusting in and out of her throat. The deep gurgling and slurping sound was very erotic. I kept up the slow fucking of her mouth as I leaned down over her body once again. I reached out and grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them up and wide apart. I hooked my elbows around the backs of her knees and pulled her ass off the carpet. I was staring straight down into her smooth pussy, the lips were slightly parted and glistening with wetness. I lowered my head and slowly ran my tongue over her clit. She jolted and nearly bucked me off, but I kept my weight on her, pinning her to the floor. I slid my tongue down her moist slit, then let it slide as deep as I could inside her warm hole. She moaned and bit down slightly on the base of my cock. It felt wonderful.

I slid my long tongue in and out of her pussy several times, in slow strokes. Then I slid it back up to her clit, drawing lazy circles around the swollen pink nub. On my next pass down her slit, I plunged my tongue in again and wiggled it around. She tasted and smelled like heaven, musty and sweet. I knew I could eat her for hours, if she’d let me. Her grunts and moans were telling me that I was doing a good job. And her mouth and throat were working around cock like a tight pussy.

I slowly slid my tongue from her wet folds, but instead of moving back up to her clit, I ran my tongue farther down. With knees practically touching the floor beside her ears, I had total access to her brown, puckering asshole. I ran my tongue along the sensitive skin between her two holes and then drew circles of saliva around her asshole. She shuddered and moaned loudly. And she actually spread her legs wider, offering me better access. I drove my stiff tongue into her asshole. At first it was tight, but I felt it relax little by little, until I could slide my tongue in and out with little resistance. I spent several glorious moments fucking her ass with my tongue while I fucked her mouth with my cock.

Suddenly she pulled her mouth off my cock with an audible “plop”. She reached up with her hand and grabbed my ass, pulling it farther down. I first felt her mouth on my balls, sucking each one briefly in turn. Then she ran her tongue over the sensitive area between my balls and asshole, just like I’d done to her. I suddenly recalled my instructions to her, “Do what I do, got it?” Sure enough, I felt her wet tongue licking at my puckered anus. The feeling was incredible. I brought my knees up a little and repositioned my ass over her mouth. I relaxed as best I could and immediately felt her slender tongue slide into my asshole. I moaned loudly. So did she. I tongue-fucked her ass while she did the same to me. After a minute or so, I ran my tongue back to her pussy, up the slit, over the hole and to her clit. She shuddered violently as I sucked and nibbled her clit. I could see her pussy muscles clenching and quivering. She removed her tongue from my ass and once again gobbled my cock. I knew I was close. I began fucking her mouth in earnest as I sucked and stroked her clit with my tongue.

Suddenly, she squealed and slid one arm between us and down to my head. She grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved my face hard against her cunt, grinding into me. Her teeth bit down on my cock again, almost too much, but not quite. Her body was rocked by an incredibly strong orgasm. I kept licking her clit and tonguing her hole as fast as I could. Pussy juices were literally squirting out of her cunt hole. I sucked it in and swallowed greedily. I love female cum. With a few final jolts, her spasm subsided. I slid my arms from behind her legs and let her feet fall to the floor. I straightened up a bit and lowered my head to watch my cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

She was matching my thrust with thrusts of her own and she was now grasping the base of my cock with one hand and kneading my balls with the other. I was getting very close. Careful not to pull my cock from her mouth, I moved over to the side of her head, so that I was facing Marlissa and Kyle. I wanted them to have a clear view of what I was doing to Jody. I grabbed a handful of Jody’s thick brown hair with one hand and grabbed the back of her neck with the other. I then began pumping my cock into her mouth and throat faster and harder. My balls were slapping against her cheek. She squealed and moaned. She almost panicked and choked a couple of times, but I didn’t let that slow me down. I was fucking her face as hard and violently as I would a tight pussy. I was pounding my cock down her throat. “Suck that cock, bitch. Eat it. Take it down your throat. You love me fucking your face, don’t you?” She couldn’t respond, but by the way she was grabbing my ass and pulling it into her, I knew she wanted it this way. She wanted it rough. I leaned back on my heels so that my cock pointed up, and lifted her head by the hair so that she was now kneeling, bearing down on my cock from above. I kept jamming her head up and down on my cock, all the way to the nuts. I could feel streams of her saliva running down my inner thighs and over my balls. Keeping her mouth on my cock and the rhythm going, I stood up. From a standing position, I continued to pound into her mouth.
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Game of Swinging - Part 2
Posted:Feb 15, 2011 6:44 pm
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“My turn,” Jody said as she playfully pushed Kyle’s head out of her breasts. She rolled a 6 and landed on a yellow square with the number 1 on it. “Aw, only a one,” she said. She took a card from the yellow pile and read aloud, “Across.” She shot me a quick glance, then slid her glance over at Marlissa, obviously wanting to gauge her reaction. Marlissa just shrugged and smiled. “trace your fingers upon the skin of the upper thigh.” Jody, crawled around Marlissa and sat on her heels to my right, between Marlissa and I, slightly behind me. I was sitting cross-legged in my shorts. At first, Jody simply ran her fingers on the bare skin just above my knee, teasing the sparse growth of hair. She confined her touch to that area for most of the minute, but lightly raked her nails up my thigh to the hem of my shorts, just as the timer sounded. I felt my cock stir. Jody crawled back to her position across from me and looked at Marlissa.

Marlissa looked at me and smiled broadly. “That didn’t hurt did it?” she asked. I suspected she was asking herself more than me.

Jody slid the die at Marlissa and Marlissa picked them up as if this was the first time she’d every held die in her hands. She dropped it to the board and rolled a 4. She landed on a green square with the number 3 on it. Her hand trembled slightly as she took the card and read it silently. The color in her cheek already spreading as she said, “Right. Lightly brush your lips anywhere on the upper body.” She looked nervously at Jody, to her right. Jody, obviously not wanting to spook Marlissa at the get go, slid the strap of her tank top from her shoulder, closer to her neck, offering her innocent shoulder to Marlissa. Marlissa swallowed hard and ran a dry tongue over her lips. After a brief glance at me, she took a long drink from her beer and leaned towards Jody. She started by letting her lips slightly brush against Jody’s bare shoulder. She then let her lips slide down Jody’s arm, then back to her shoulder. She kept her lips closed for the first couple of minutes, but then I noticed her lips parting and her breathing was deeper. Jody was watching Marlissa out of the corner of her eye with a bemused grin on her face. In the final minute, though, Marlissa let her lips slide up over the strap of Jody’s tank top and brush along the side of Jody’s neck. Jody instinctively threw her head back and away, offering her throat to Marlissa. Marlissa’s parted lips slid up along Jody’s jugular vein and up to her dangling gold earrings. Jody moaned and shivered, goose bumps rising clearly on her arms. The timer sounded and Marlissa leaned back to her spot, slightly out of breath. She was blushing madly, but the smile on her face revealed how much she was enjoying herself. “Wow,” she said, “that was, um, interesting.”

“No shit,” Jody said. She fanned herself exaggeratedly, as if swooning, causing all of us to bust out laughing.

“Yeah, right,” Marlissa said, “I’m sure you’ve had better.” Jody shot her a big fake shocked look and we all busted out laughing again.

On my turn, I rolled onto a 2 minute square and my card said, “Across. Kiss, anywhere above the shoulders.” I took a deep breath and moved over next to Jody. “You’re a popular girl all of a sudden, Jody. Prepare to be kissed.”

She giggled, closed her eyes and puckered her lips tightly, turning her face towards me in a gross facsimile of passion.

“You wish,” I said as I began peppering her neck, cheeks, and forehead with soft closed-mouthed kisses, purposely avoiding her mouth.

About thirty seconds into it, Marlissa groaned and said, “Oh, give me a break, honey, KISS her!” I glanced at her and she impatiently waved me back at Jody. I turned back to Jody. She still had her eyes closed, but she her lips were no longer puckered, but now held a very slight grin.

“Yeah, dude, go for it. Don’t be a pussy,” Kyle said.

Jody said, “Yeah, dude, go for it.”

Marlissa said, “Yeah, don’t be a pussy.”

I chuckled and shook my head. I then lifted Jody’s chin with my finger and covered her mouth with my own, sliding my tongue between her parted lips. She eagerly sucked my tongue in and slid hers into my mouth. We mashed our lips and tongues together until the timer pulled us apart.

“Alright!” Marlissa said, “that’s more like it.”

On Kyle’s second turn, he landed on a 1 minute square and pulled a red card. Both he and Jody said, “Ooooooooo, a red one!”

“What’s a red one mean?” I asked.

“Red ones,” Kyle explained, “are a little more intense. It’s a little more difficult to interpret them innocently, but still possible.” He looked at the card and read, "Across. Penetrate any orifice with any appendage.”

“Oh shit!” Marlissa shouted. “Oh my God! Wait a minute.”

Kyle immediately held up his hand, “No, wait! It’s okay, Marlissa, trust me. It doesn’t have to be as heavy as it sounds. Just try this with me. Trust me, okay? Say stop if you don’t like it, okay?”

Marlissa looked at Kyle, then at me. “Okay, go slow big fella. I’m not ready for this, I don’t think.”

Kyle responded by moving around me to sit next to Marlissa. Very slowly, he reached out and caressed her cheek with his large, rough hand. She trembled slightly, but held his gaze. Even I was beginning to tremble with anxiety. I could see this heading south in a hurry. I still wasn’t totally sure how I felt about this. But I was always preaching that “experimentation is good”. So far it had been pretty tame, but now was where it could get intense. But I was willing to play it out a little bit more.

Kyle’s thumb slowly moved across Marlissa’s lips. A slight pressure on her lower lip indicated that she was to open her mouth. Her lips parted slightly as Kyle’s thumb rubbed back and forth across her lower lip then her upper lip. After a few seconds, he slid his thumb inside her mouth. At first she simply gazed at Kyle with a confused expression, but then it dawned on her at the same time it dawned on me. His thumb is an appendage and her mouth is certainly an orifice. Kyle pushed his thumb deeper into her mouth, making contact with her tongue. To my surprise, Marlissa closed her lips around his thumb and actually slid her lips farther down on it. Kyle pulled the thumb out a bit, then slid it back in. Marlissa closed her eyes and pushed her mouth down on Kyle’s thumb as if it was a small cock. When the timer sounded, it was if Kyle was fucking my wife’s mouth with is thumb.

“Wow,” I said. I’m very eloquent in situations like this.

“Yeah,” Jody said, a little breathy.

Kyle continued to gaze into Marlissa’s eyes, then brought his wet thumb up to his own mouth and sucked it in.

Marlissa covered her face with her hands and said, “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just did that.” But she was giggling.

“See,” Kyle said, pulling his thumb from his mouth, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Marlissa lifted her head and smiled, “No. That wasn’t so bad. Pretty fucking intense, as a matter of fact.” I had to agree.

On the next turn, Jody read from her card, a yellow one. “Right.” She turned to Kyle and said, “Lucky bastard,” and winked. “Sit on the player’s lap.” Jody set the timer for 3 minutes then stood up straight. She walked over in front of Kyle and said, “Stick your legs out straight.” Kyle stretched his legs out in front of him, one on each side of the board. In fact, he placed his right foot right in my lap. I grabbed his big toe and bent it back, causing him to snatch it away and shriek in pain. But when he lowered it to my lap again, I left it there.

Jody was standing directly in front of Kyle, her crotch inches from his nose. She leaned down and placed a hand on each of his shoulders. Then she simply squatted down, lowering her crotch onto his. She then let her feet slide forward and wrapped her long, tanned legs around his waist. “This is how you sit on someone’s lap.”

Marlissa and I glanced at each other and we both were smiling. We knew that Jody was going to make a show of this. When it came to her and her lover, she held no inhibitions. My wife and I watched with rapt attention as Jody’s hips slowly rocked forward gently, grinding ever so slightly into her boyfriend’s shorts-covered cock.

“Oh no,” was all Kyle could mumble.

“Don’t worry, little boy,” Jody soothed in a high pitched, sing-song voice, “I’ll be gentle.”

Jody’s ass moved back excruciatingly slowly, then forward again, applying pressure to Kyle’s cock. Then her ass moved side to side in a sensuous swaying motion, still grinding mercilessly into Kyle’s groin area. With nearly a minute to go, she began a more rapid humping motion back and forth into Kyle’s lap. I could hear the fabric on fabric friction as she increased her pressure and speed. If they had been naked, they’d have been fucking. Kyle threw his head back and moaned loudly. When the timer sounded, Jody pushed one final time hard against Kyle’s cock and held it there. Then she placed her feet on the floor and stood up. I glanced at Marlissa and found her staring at the front of Kyle’s shorts. I didn’t need to look to know what she was looking at, but I did anyway. Sure enough, Kyle’s cock was fully erect, straining under the thin layer of clothing, jutting slightly up and to the right. Had it been pointing straight up, the head would surely be poking over the waist band of his shorts. I looked over at Jody, who was once again sitting back on her heels, her knees spread slightly apart. From my angle directly across from her, I could clearly see a darkened patch low in the crotch area of her white shorts. Her wetness had soaked through. I lifted my gaze and locked eyes with Jody. She glanced down at her own crotch, noticed the wet spot, but made no attempt to close her legs. She looked back up and grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at me. That’s when I noticed how hard my own dick was.

That’s when Kyle looked at me and said, “I thought I felt something stirring under my foot. Ian’s anaconda has been awakened.” They all glanced at my bulge and had a good laugh at my expense. Kyle shot his foot out and pinched my bulge with his toes. I smacked his foot away, and faked a punch at his head. “Oooh, hurt me, baby!” he said. Fucking comedian.

While I was leering at Jody’s pussy juices soaking through her shorts and getting my cock pinched by Kyle, Marlissa had rolled and drawn a card. “Left. Place your head in the player’s lap, other contact is optional.” She gave me a wicked smile and said, “Lean back, big boy, I need some lap.”

I stretched my legs out, much the way Kyle had done. Marlissa got up on her hands and knees and inched around in front of me, bringing her face so close to mine that I could feel her warm breath on my face. She had a very strange look on her face. She had a very mischievous grin and her eyes held a wicked sparkle. I could tell that Jody had inspired her and she was not going to be outdone. She lowered her face down onto my lap, but kept her ass in the air. Her knees were slightly spread apart. This position left Kyle and Jody staring straight at her ass and crotch as she lowered her head into my bulging groin.

At first she just rubbed her cheeks up and down each inner thigh. Then she began rubbing her forehead, cheeks and chin up and down over the bulge in my pants. All the while, she was rotating her hips in a decidedly sensual manner, putting on a great show that both Kyle and Jody were enjoying immensely. I know I moaned or gasped several times, but couldn’t tell you for sure. I was delirious with stimulation, feeling my wife’s face rubbing my crotch and watching her tight ass moving as if she was being fucked from behind. Suddenly I felt her teeth clamping lightly at the base of my cock, just above my balls. She bit down a little harder, then shifted up about mid way. “Oh shit,” I said loudly.” She clamped down a little harder then moved up closer to the head. Even through my shorts, it was a sharply painful sensation. Definitely blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

“What’s she doing,” Jody demanded to know.

“Biting,” was all I could get out.

Jody tore herself away from watching Marlissa’s ass and leaned over to watch her work my cock with her teeth. “Awesome, babe. Kyle, this would drive you nuts, honey. She’s chewing his cock through his pants. Damn, Marlissa, that’s hot.”

In the final seconds, Marlissa grabbed the hem of my pant leg and pulled it aside, exposing my ball sack. She lowered her face almost to the floor and sucked my nuts into her mouth. I nearly exploded right there. The timer sounded and she dutifully tucked my balls back inside my shorts, giving a little pat at the end.

Kyle and Jody applauded, “Alright! Marlissa makes first contact!”

Looking slightly confused, Marlissa asked, “Is that bad? Was I not allowed to do that?”

“Oh no, honey, it’s perfect. It’s just that etiquette dictates that newcomers get to set the tone of the game. It’s not polite to initiate any direct sexual contact on a player’s genitalia until the newcomer does for the first time. Now that you’ve sucked your husband’s balls in front of us, the gloves come off.”

“Oh no, I, uh,” Marlissa stammered, “I didn’t mean to, I mean I did mean to but it I didn’t know that, uh, you don’t have to, you know…”

Jody laughed, “No, no honey, don’t worry. The rules about only doing what you’re comfortable with still apply. It’s just that we’re now pretty sure you’re not going to bolt from the room if want to suck a cock or have a finger stuck in my pussy, right?

Marlissa took a deep breath and held it for an instant before letting it out and saying, “Right, go for it I guess. I’m a big girl. What about you, Ian? How are you with all of this?

“I’m okay so far. But I’m not sucking Kyle’s cock, no matter how drunk he tries to get me.”

Kyle put on an exaggerated pouting expression and made his chin quiver. “Aw, damn. That’s all I’ve been waiting for. Here, have another drink just in case.” We all laughed. Except Kyle. He just grinned and winked at me.

“Okay,” I said, “my turn.” My next card said, “Right. Trace your tongue on skin anywhere above the waist, below the shoulders.” I looked at my wife, who knows that I love licking and sucking on her tits, and said, “You know what I want. Are you going to say ‘no’ to your loving husband?”

“I don’t know. Get started and let’s see what happens. Don’t go crazy.”

I moved over next to her and lowered my head, almost into her lap. She leaned back with her hands on the floor behind her. I nuzzled at the front of her tank top, pushing it up several inches, giving me access to her tummy and belly button. I began tracing the tip of my tongue back and forth across her lower abdomen, pausing ever so often to probe at her navel. Her head was thrown back and she was already breathing deeply. I realized that any single one of these acts might not have much of an effect, but there was definitely a cumulative effect. Pushing her shirt father up with my cheek, no hands, I traced the line of her lower rib cage, first the left side, then the right. By the way her washboard stomach muscles were clenching, I could tell that the delicate touch of my tongue was sending electric shocks over her skin. She loves it when I lick her body.

Still using only my face, I pushed her shirt up and began tracing the line of her sternum down to her belly button, leaving a trail of saliva along the way. On the next pass, I went a little higher up her sternum, but still slightly below her breasts. I ran my tongue across her lower chest, just under her bunched up shirt, from side to side, barely brushing the gentle crease where the bottom of her tits met her body. Marlissa was breathing deeply and I thought I heard her muttering the word “yes” several times.

My tongue was just sliding across the flesh under her right breast when she suddenly reached up with her right hand, grabbed her shirt and lifted it to her chin. Her petite little snow colored mounds and stiff pink nipples stared up at me. I took the hint and covered her right nipple and areola with my flattened tongue, then pulled back a little and flicked at the nipple like a snake. She moaned so loudly it was nearly a shout and then said, very clearly, “Yes, lick them. Lick my nipples baby. Feels soooooo good.”

I moved to her left tit and greedily lapped at her smooth flesh and rigid nubs. When the timer sounded, it took all my strength to tear myself away. Marlissa brought herself upright, but seemed a bit wobbly. She lowered the front of her tank top, smoothing out the wrinkles. Her face was flushed, but I doubt that it was embarrassment this time. It was pure arousal. She looked at me then at the others and said, “Shit, I didn’t want that to stop.”

“Neither did we,” we all said, practically in unison, and we all laughed.

Kyle rolled the die and read his card. “Right. Whisper in the player’s ear while caressing any part of the body below the waist.”

“Oh shit.” I said.

Kyle gave an evil laugh and slid over next to me so that his right hip was against my left hip. “Just relax buddy. Just go with it, see how it feels.” He then leaned over and I immediately smelled his cologne and felt his warm breath against my ear. He began whispering in my ear, barely audible. I could hardly hear him, and I was sure the others couldn’t. He said, “Just relax, Ian. No big deal. You trust me, don’t you?” I hesitated, but nodded. “Good. If it really bothers you just tell me to stop, okay? I’m just going to touch you, stroke you, nothing major. Stop me if it wigs you out, but just give it a try, okay?” I nodded.

His voice was taking on a very soothing and hypnotic tone. I felt his hand on my left thigh. At first he just rubbed it down to the knee and back up. He kept up a constant stream of whispering in my ear and I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else. “Believe me, buddy, I’ve done some things in the last year that would shock you, hell it even shocks me sometime, I never in a million years thought I’d touch another guy’s cock, much less put it in my mouth, but it’s been great. Haven’t you ever wondered what another man’s cock feels like? Taste’s like? Haven’t you ever wondered if you could take a whole cock down your throat?”

I could only nod. It’s true that I’d had passing curious thoughts about being with a man, but I never really entertained the thoughts for long. Suddenly I realized that Kyle’s hand was moving up my thigh and over the bulge in my shorts. He just ran his fingers along its length up to the tip, then down, spreading his fingers over my balls. “You’ve got a nice big cock, there my friend, that feels good, doesn’t it?” I nodded once again, as if on auto-pilot. His hand slid up to the tip of the bulge again, near the waistband of my shorts. His fingers slid over the waistband of my shorts and underwear, then slowly tugged them down, leaving my cock free to spring forward like a stone pillar. “Lift your ass, Ian, let me pull your shorts off, it’s going to be okay.” I lifted my ass an inch and Kyle tugged my shorts and underwear down past my knees and over my feet. I heard Marlissa gasp and Jody was mumbling encouragement, but I couldn’t concentrate on what anyone else was saying. I could only hear Kyle’s soft mesmerizing whisper in my ear. “That’s it, it’s good, isn’t it, I love the feel of your cock, it’s so hot and hard, I can feel it throbbing in my hand.” His hand was wrapped around my prick and he was slowly stroking it up and down. I looked down and couldn’t believe I was seeing a man’s hand jacking my cock. A glistening drop of pre-cum was dribbling down the head from the slit. Kyle ran his thumb over the head, spreading the goo all over it. I moaned and closed my eyes. It did feel great. Very different from Marlissa’s soft fingers and gentle stroke, Kyle’s was firm and rough. “Go with it, dude, just let it happen, it’s sooooo good, it’s sooooo good.” He was jacking my cock faster now and I was losing my mind. Suddenly I felt my balls tighten and I arched my back. I cried out as a huge stream of cum squirted up about a foot and landed on my stomach. The second spurt shot up and over Kyle’s hand. He kept jacking my cock, rubbing my own cum all over my cock and balls. “Yes, Ian, yes, yes, cum for me, that’s it, man, cum for me.” Several more shots squirted out and down my cock, where Kyle rubbed it all over my balls. I finally stopped shuddering and fell back onto the floor, totally spent. The timer went “ding”.
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Game of Swinging - Part 1
Posted:Feb 15, 2011 6:42 pm
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“That was an incredible dinner,” I said as Jody leaned over my left shoulder to take my empty plate. “You’re any incredible cook, Jody.”

Jody smiled and kissed the top of my head. “Why thank you, kind sir. I love having you visit. You’re a lot of fun.” Reaching past me to retrieve the plate, Jody’s perky medium-sized tits nearly brushed the side of my head. I couldn’t help but gaze at them with unveiled admiration. Like the rest of us, Jody was casually decked out in a pair of shorts and a loose tank top. My left hand slid up the back of her leg and I had to resist a strong urge to move it right up to her perfect ass, but at the last second, I slid it around the outside of her hip and innocently hugged her slim waist to my cheek.

“Yeah,” Kyle said, “you need to get up here more often, dude. Once or twice a year ain’t enough.” Kyle, Jody’s boyfriend, was my best friend since grade school. We’d moved off to different schools, different careers and different towns midway through college. However, our friendship was one of those that seems to pick up right where it left off, even when we haven’t seen each other in 6 months. Kyle still had the same body he had during the two years of college football we played together years ago. He was a linebacker, standing 6’2” tall, a lean and muscular 155 pounds. I, too, am 6’2” tall, but I played on the offensive line and my playing weight back then was a beefy 235 pounds. I’d put on few pounds since then. I’m a big burly guy, but you couldn’t say I’m fat.

I said, “Well, you can have us anytime you want, sugar. Wouldn’t want to deprive you of my witty banter and sparkling wit.”

She laughed and gave my head a sharp bump with her hip as she spun away, carrying two handfuls of plates into the kitchen. As she passed by Marlissa, my wife of 13 years, she bumped the same hip into Marlissa’s shoulder. “And it’s about time you brought your wife with you, asshole. I’ve been dying to meet her. She’s every bit as sexy and beautiful as you’ve always said.”

Marlissa, snorted and said, “Yeah, right.” But sexy was right. Marlissa was wearing mid-thigh length white shorts and a bright yellow tank top. Both the shorts and the top were loose enough not to be skin tight, but tight enough to clearly outline her tall, slender figure. Even after being together for 15 years, married for 13, it was still a pleasure to gaze at her tight body.

“No, seriously, Marlissa,” Jody shouted from the kitchen, “He talks about you like a high school boy in love. I thought those hormones were supposed to wear off with old age. However, now having met you, I can see what it is that makes his dick hard.”

“Hear, hear!” said Kyle, raising his glass of beer in a mock toast. Kyle has known Marlissa almost as long as I have, and he makes no attempt to hide the fact that he thinks she’s hot, even after all these years.

Marlissa glanced up at me, a rosy color rising in her cheeks. Marlissa is a fair-skinned beauty with thick, straight, reddish auburn hair with bright red highlights. Over the years she’s worn her hair in a variety of lengths, all of them very flattering to her heart-shaped face and delicate, sharply defined features. At this time, she’s wearing it cropped very short, in an almost boyish cut. I’ve always loved short hair on women, especially if they’ve got long, elegant necks and pretty faces. Marlissa is the picture of grace and elegance, maintaining her slim build, even after three . She’s tall at 5’10”, still very athletic, maintaining most of her taught musculature from her volleyball days in college. Her porcelain skin, so typical of red-heads, clearly shows the slightest hint of blush, and right now, Marlissa was blushing.

“Well that’s very kind of you, Jody,” she said. “Kyle and Ian have always told me how beautiful you are.” And Jody was beautiful. About 5’ 8”, thick, lustrous brown waves of hair falling just past shoulder length, and penetrating green eyes surround by long thick black lashes. Her breasts were of medium size, quite a bit larger than Marlissa’s pert Acups, but still defying gravity. Jody’s hips were a bit fuller than Marlissa’s, but she had a trim waist and long slender legs. Where Marlissa’s skin was a soft milky white, Jody loved showing off her European ancestry by sporting a year-round tan. Both women were strikingly beautiful by any standards, much less for women in their late 30’s.

Jody burst back through the door with a beer for Marlissa in one hand and a fresh rum and coke for me. “Why, thank you darlin’”, she said to Marlissa. Ian,” she said to me, “I just love her to death. I could just eat her up.”

I knew that this was closer to the truth than Marlissa probably suspected. Kyle and I have been friends for many years, and there are very few secrets between us. He’d begun dating Jody about a year ago, and since then Kyle has been taken on a wild journey of sexual exploration and fulfillment. Kyle met Jody on a camping trip arranged by an online dating service last summer. After setting up his tent in the main camping area on the second night, he’d been walking in the woods along the river. Mixed in amongst the singing birds, chattering squirrels, and the myriad other natural forest sounds, Kyle heard the distinct sounds of a female moaning as if in pain. Kyle’s initial reaction was to assume that someone had fallen or twisted their ankle, so he dashed toward the sound. He could barely contain the excitement in his voice as he told me these details in a long distance phone call the day he got back from the trip. According to Kyle, he crashed through the bushes to find a young woman from his camping group, a 25 year old blonde aerobics instructor named Kyann, sitting on a large log, her legs spread wide and her shorts dangling from one of her outstretched ankles. Kneeling on the bed of pine needles in front of Kyann was another lady from the camping trip, her face buried in Kyann’s pussy. The two were so worked up that it took them several seconds to realize that their little tryst had been invaded. When she saw Kyle, Kyann shrieked and leaped off the log, pulling up the shorts dangling from her ankle, then scuttled off towards camp. The lady on her knees simply turned to Kyle and smiled, wiping Kyann’s pussy juice from her mouth with the back of her hand. “Well, you screwed that up, didn’t you.”

Kyle couldn’t speak, barely able to stammer out an apology. The beautiful brunette stood and buttoned her denim shirt, cutting off Kyle’s view of her ample tits. As Kyle shuffled and stammered, the lady walked up to Kyle and said, “Shut up, it’s okay. My name is Jody. What’s yours?”

“The rest”, Kyle would say every time he retold the story, “is history.”

Of course, Marlissa got the highly edited version of this story, learning only that Kyle had interrupted Jody in a “compromising position” with another female in the group. Jody is very open about her bisexuality, and I’d mentioned it several times to Marlissa. Still, Marlissa’s eyebrows raised and the color rose in her cheeks when Kyle told her the story at dinner. Ever since then, I’d been watching for any sign of change in Marlissa’s attitude towards Jody. From the first time they’d met earlier that morning, they’d been getting along famously, almost like old friends. I was certainly looking for signs of a negative reactions now, in the wake of Jody’s thinly veiled flirtation. Not only did I not see any sort of negative repercussions, I thought I saw a definite sparkle in Marlissa’s eyes. I think her curiosity was getting the better of her. I also caught her watching Jody’s ass a couple of times as she bent over, moving dishes and serving bowls around the table. Marlissa’s never shown any indications of bisexual curiosity before, and any time we’ve discussed it, or seen it on a porn video, she’s merely shrugged it off with some off hand comment like, “not going there, big fella”, or “Yeah, keep dreaming that fantasy, pal”. And let me tell you, I have. However, I’ve never expected it to become reality.

As the day wore on, we were all getting very chummy. The strong cocktails that Jody kept pouring me probably helped. I was having a great time. It had been years since Marlissa and I had been able to take any kind of vacation without the . But this week, the were at their grandparents being spoiled rotten. It took all of the 15 hour drive out here and all of today, but Marlissa was finally starting to unwind. Kyle’s always been a nut case, and between he and Jody’s outgoing personalities, it was hard not to have fun.

“Well, folks,” Jody said as she sat down in the chair next to Kyle, “what do you want to do now? Anyone up for some cards or a board game?”

“What kind of board games,” I asked.

“Well, we’ve got the usual line-up, Monopoly, Sorry, Scrabble, you name it. Trivial Pursuit if you want to exercise your brains a little.” Jody turned in her chair and opened the door of a credenza that ran along the wall near the dining table. Inside were a stack of rectangular boxes containing all the games she’d mentioned, plus a few more.

Marlissa was on that side of the table, so she had a clear view of the boxes, whereas I didn’t. “What’s ‘Big Swing’”, she asked.

Jody and Kyle both snorted laughter, Kyle nearly spewing a mouthful of beer onto the table. “Oh, you don’t want to play that one. At least I’m guessing that you don’t. From what Ian has told us, it’s probably not your style.”

Marlissa turned a curious head towards me, arching one eyebrow that I recognized as her “Oh yeah?” look. “And what, Mr. Smart Guy, is my ‘style’, exactly?”

“Hey,” I said, holding my hand out in front of me, palms out in surrender, “don’t ask me, I don’t have a clue what ‘Big Swing’ is, so I don’t know what the hell they’re talking about.”

Marlissa shot me a malicious smile and narrowed her eyes at me, giving me that “You just watch it, bub” look. I gave her back my most innocent look. I don’t think she bought it.

“So, what is it? Some sort of sex game?”

Jody turned and smiled at Kyle, then at me, then at Marlissa. “Well, yeah, I guess. For swingers. It’s great for breaking the ice with couples or groups that are new to the lifestyle.”

Marlissa’s jaw dropped, then she asked, “So, what, it’s like a beginner’s guide to swinging?”

“Well, sort of. It’s actually kind of fun. It’s a simple die-rolling and piece-moving game, where the player lands on one of four colors of squares. Each color corresponds to a pile of instruction cards in the center of the board. Each colored square has a number on it representing the time in minutes the player must execute the instruction written on the card. The card will indicate which other player you’re to perform the instruction upon. However, the instructions are fairly vague and you’re allowed to interpret them as mildly or extremely as you want. No pressure.”

“Holy shit,” Marlissa said, “I can’t believe they actually have a game to help people have group sex!”

“Oh, baby,” Jody said with a chuckle, “There’s a lot worse games than this one out there. Some of them leave the player with no doubt what’s supposed to take place. Like, ‘suck cock for 2 minutes.’ I don’t like those. I like to play things more by ear, with more creative interpretation.”

Marlissa looked at me with her mouth still hanging open with a “can you believe this shit?” look on her face. I merely shrugged. But then her look of incredulity slowly transformed into one of clear suspicion. “So, Ian,” Marlissa said to me, “have you played this game before? And if so, with whom?”

“Oooooh, no, darlin’, not this guy. You’re the only sex game in my toy chest, baby.”

“Uh huh,” she said, not entirely convinced. Turning towards Jody, she said, “Here. Hand it to me. I gotta see this.”

Jody shrugged and handed the cardboard box to Marlissa. Kyle and I exchanged worried glances. Marlissa swept her eyes across the cover of the box, then slid the cover off. Inside, there was a cardboard playing surface folded in half, a single die, a timer, and four stacks of instruction cards. Marlissa pulled a card at random from one of the stacks and read it. “It says ‘Across’, at the top,” she said. “Then it says, “Trace your fingers lightly upon any bare skin area of the upper torso.”

Jody explained, “Suppose you rolled the die and landed on that color square and the number on the square said, ‘3’. That means three minutes. The card is telling you to perform that action on the person ‘across’ from you. It’s either the person across from you, to the left of you, or to the right of you.”

“What if the person to your left or across from you is the same gender, what would…..” and then she stopped, the obvious answer suddenly dawning on her even before she got the question out. “This is for bisexual swingers, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is,” Jody said without a trace of embarrassment or self consciousness.

“So this card, ‘trace your fingers lightly’, I’m assuming that means on the person’s tits or nipples, right?”

“Not necessarily,” Kyle interjected tentatively. “Like Jody said, the person can interpret it any way they want. I’ve been in games where there was no major contact with any genitalia, primary or secondary. However, it was one of the most sensual and erotic experiences I’ve had. Lots of touching and sensory stimulation, but nothing overtly sexual. Oh, it was hot, but there wasn’t any sex out on the floor during the game. As I recall, after the game all the couples retired to their respective chambers and engaged in the hot monkey love of their choice in private. But no swapping or group action took place. But it was hot, I can tell you.”

“He’s right, it was very erotic.”

“So,” Marlissa asked, “I could interpret this to mean lightly touching someone’s shoulder, or back? No erotic contact?”

“Exactly,” Jody said, “but make no mistake, Marlissa, when you’re engaging in intimate contact with another person’s skin, in front of all the other people, it’s electric. Don’t underestimate the arousal potential. It’s still foreplay.”

Marlissa looked at Jody and held her gaze for what seemed like a very long moment. Kyle and I exchanged another tension-riddled glance and waited for whatever might come next. Honestly, I thought it could go either way. She would either toss it aside totally disgusted, probably offending Jody and Kyle in the process, or shrug it off without a thought and we’d be okay.

Then Marlissa said to Kyle, “Come here, lean over here.” Kyle scooted his chair closer, within arm’s reach of Marlissa. Marlissa reached out and brushed her fingers along an area of Kyle’s neck between the strap of his tank top and his ear. Marlissa, tentatively at first, brushed the side of Kyle’s neck, drawing lazy circles and lines up and down Kyle’s neck. After about a minute, Kyle moaned slightly and closed his eyes. Marlissa looked at Kyle’s face with open curiosity and amazement, but kept brushing her fingers along his neck. After two minutes, I noticed Marlissa’s breathing had grown slightly shallow and her lips were slightly parted. Suddenly, she snatched her hand away as if Kyle’s neck had suddenly grown too hot to touch. “Damn. Wow. That’s really, really interesting.” She looked at me and smiled. I held her gaze for a few long seconds then raised my eyebrows in a silent question. Obviously struggling with words, she finally just stood up, grabbed the box off the table and started walking into the living room. “C’mon, folks. Let’s do it.”

“Alright!” Jody shouted. “Whoohoo, girlfriend!” Kyle and I high-fived and grabbed our drinks.

We all laughed and took our drinks into the plush carpeted living room. Marlissa was already sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor, arranging the board and stacks of instruction cards. I sat down next to Marlissa, Kyle plopped down to my left, and Jody sat down on her heels across from me between Kyle and Marlissa.

Marlissa reached out her hand and touched my arm. “Do you really want to play this?” she asked. “I mean, I can’t even imagine you touching another woman, much less another man. Would you really do it?”

I thought about it a moment before I spoke. “I don’t know, touching another woman would be weird. But if you were with me and were okay with it, I’d give it a try. You know me, I’m pretty adventurous. I’ll try just about anything once, twice if it doesn’t kill me.” I grinned. “As for touching another man, I never really thought about it. I’ve never really been presented with the opportunity, if you know what I mean.” I turned to Kyle. “What about you, buddy, have you played this game with other men before?

“Sure,” he shrugged, “no big deal. Playing a game, touching another guy, even sucking his cock, doesn’t mean anything monumental. It’s all just good dirty fun.” He winked at me.

“You’ve sucked another guy’s cock?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeppers!” he said with a big smile on his face. “Like I’ve told you, I’ve done some pretty wild things since I’ve been with this woman here,” he said, nodding at Jody and smiling. “Ian, you’re the one that’s always saying ‘experimentation is good’, right?”

He had me there. I’m not sure I’d ever thought about THIS kind of experimentation, but the thought was beginning to appeal to me. “Fine, let’s give it a go.” I turned to Marlissa, “I’m game if you are.”

She swallowed hard, glanced at Kyle, then at Jody and finally said, “Why not?”

Looking at the board, there were probably a half dozen red, green, blue, and yellow squares on each of the four sides running around the edge of the board. However, on each side, there was one purple square in the middle of the row.

“What’s with the purple square?” Marlissa asked.

“Okay, there’s a couple other facets to this game,” Jody explained with a mischievous grin. “First, if a player lands on a purple square, they don’t draw a new card. Rather, they can recall any instruction that’s been previously acted out, and can choose anyone in the game as their partner. It’s called ‘Player’s Choice’. But it has to be an instruction that’s been played, and the standard time is 5 minutes.”

“Oh, my!” Marlissa said. “And what else?”

“Then there’s the end of the game,” Jody went on, still grinning. “The first person around the board gets to direct what’s called the ‘Big Swing’. It’s totally up to the winner to position and direct all the remaining players. Any combination, any act, any or all players. No rules.”

Marlissa’s eyes grew slightly larger and her mouth dropped open another inch. “What if one of the players doesn’t want to participate?”

Jody shook her head, “Totally up to each individual to accept the situation. The same goes for anything during the game. Every player has the right to refuse having an instruction performed upon them, or they can stop one in progress at any time. The words are ‘No’, and ‘Stop’. If those words are spoken, it’s over and the turn goes to the next player. Obviously, anyone is free to leave the game at any time if they get too uncomfortable.”

Marlissa looked at me, a question in her eyes. I nodded and shrugged. She looked at a wickedly grinning Kyle, then at Jody. A smile spread across her lips.

“Okay, who’s first,” Marlissa asked holding the die out over the center of the board.

Kyle snatched the die out of Marlissa hand. “My house, I’m first.” We all boooed, but let him take the first roll. His first roll was a 5, and he landed on a blue square with the number 2 on it. He lifted a card from the blue pile and read aloud. “Left. Enjoy the scent of any area of the upper body.” Kyle set the timer to 2 minutes and then leaned towards Jody and nuzzled his nose into the nape of her neck, inhaling deeply. Jody’s perfume was something delicate and expensive. I’d been catching whiffs of it all night, and was suddenly envious of Kyle. Jody was giggling, claiming that Kyle’s breath was tickling her neck. He seemed not to notice her protestations and kept sniffing and breathing in Jody’s scent, like some atavistic mongrel. Just before the timer went off, he let his nose drift slowly down the front of Jody’s throat, towards her cleavage. He let out a dreamy moan just as the ding startled us all out of our rapt viewing of Kyle’s utter enjoyment of his wife’s scent. Marlissa was staring slightly wide-eyed and curious.
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