“I know what you mean. I felt that way too, at first but it went away with time. Now I just hope Rob has a good time, and that I’m going to enjoy myself, too.”
“I’m not sure that it should go away, or even that I want it to,” Ethan said. “It seems appropriate to have some seed of apprehension. And besides, I think it adds to my excitement.”
“Really?”
Ethan grinned. “Yeah. I like feeling like I’m doing something wrong.”
“Then maybe we should be bad right here.”
They paused beside a bench and Ami reached for him. Ethan greeted her kiss with enthusiasm. He pulled her slender body against his and his hands went for her tight ass, pulling her short cargo skirt higher. Her cheeks were left bare by a pink thong. Her fingers raked through his hair and she pressed tighter to him. His cock stiffened, and while he’d been preoccupied with Sarah earlier, Ami had his full attention and desire, now. As Ami untucked his shirt and slid her hand inside it, Ethan wondered who had struck first, him or Kyra.
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Kyra found the wine cellar chilly. It was a converted section of the basement. She was glad Neil had stuck close. They’d gone through a heavy wooden door into the low-ceilinged room with whitewashed stone walls and high wooden racks filled with bottles. Bulbs set in the ceiling provided weak illumination.
“Do you have a particular favorite?” Neil asked.
“I really don’t know anything about wine, so you can choose something.”
Kyra knew when he asked her down to the wine cellar it was just a ruse, and she wondered how long he would carry on with it. If he took too long, she might make the move herself. Now that she was one-on-one with someone, she was in her element. Neil wasn’t quite her type, but he was handsome enough, with short, light brown hair and a neatly-trimmed beard. His glasses made him look distinguished and perhaps slightly older than the forty or so she guessed he was. Neil would not have drawn her attention in a crowd, but that was because she could not see his most outstanding feature. Ami had told her that Neil had the perfect cock. Perfect cock were her exact words. Ami said it was big and thick without being too big, and despite his mild-mannered appearance he really knew how to use it. How could Kyra give up the chance to experience the perfect cock?
“So you and Ethan are pretty new to the lifestyle?” He strained to sound casual.
“I guess. It’s been a few months, but we haven’t been with that many other people.”
“But you guys are enjoying it? There hasn’t been any major drama? So many people just can’t handle opening up like this.”
It was funny how he tried to make it sound like swinging was the most natural thing in the world, Kyra thought. Like the people who couldn’t handle it were the odd ones. Although she took to this new lifestyle without blinking, she knew it was strange. She couldn’t even use the word swinging until fairly recently. She could only think of what she and Ethan were doing as experimenting or playing.
“No, nothing serious. We’ve both been enjoying ourselves.” She fixed his eyes with hers. “I really enjoy getting to know new people.”
“That’s good. I wasn’t sure. You seemed nervous before.”
“That’s just because we always got to know people a little bit before we met them in the past. But don’t worry. I’m warmed up now.”
Neil replaced the bottle he’d been pretending to examine and instead filled his hands with Kyra. She didn’t love his beard, but he was a good kisser. She playfully flicked her tongue at his, signaling she wanted more. If that didn’t send the message, he surely got it when she grabbed him through his pants. He was only semi-hard, but already impressive. She wanted those pants off, but Neil’s nibbling on her neck was distracting. He plucked her buttons free, opening the dress to her waist. Her nipples swelled through the delicate lace of her black bra, and when he pinched them she swayed on her heels. Neil touched her like he knew his way around a woman’s body. She focused through the haze of her growing desire and unbuckled his belt. Her moans echoed in the close room as she unsnapped his pants and reached inside them.
“Ohh…Neil…” she moaned.
Ami wasn’t lying. Kyra could hardly wrap her hand around his shaft. She stroked it in his boxers and it twitched for her. Neil’s hands and lips felt wonderful on her body, but she had to check out his cock. She couldn’t wait. She pulled his lips back to hers for another kiss and knelt in front of him.
“You certainly are warmed up,” he chuckled.
“We’re not here for board games tonight, are we?” Kyra smiled.
She yanked his boxers and pants to his ankles and his cock stood at attention. She held him in both hands and a flick of her head tossed her hair back. Rather than tease him—she might have if she’d had an audience—Kyra just opened wide and took as much in her mouth as she could. She closed her eyes and sucked. It was a tight fit and she couldn’t be as playful as she might otherwise have been. All she could really do was suck, but she did that well, holding the thick base while she slowly slid back and forth on him. She felt his hand on the side of her head and she looked up to see Neil staring down at her with admiration. He held onto the wine rack and slowly moved his hips in time with her sucking, but he let her keep control. Kyra relaxed and took more of him in her mouth, but there was no way she’d be able to swallow that entire monster. She sucked him as long as she could, until her mouth grew tired, then let him go, smiling before she wiped her lips on the back of her hand.
“You’re pretty damned good at that. Most women don’t go down on me for very long,” he said. She wondered if he was bragging. He certainly had the right.
Kyra licked up and down his shaft, pleased by the way he groaned as she did. “Oh, I’m going to make you cum, don’t doubt that. And after that, you’re going to give me my reward.”
“And what’s what, Kyra?” he chuckled.
“You’re going to fuck the hell out of me.”
“If you’re up to the challenge, so am I. Oh, damn!”
Kyra sucked his heavy balls, glad that his hair was trimmed down there, and smelled faintly of talc. She was glad she hadn’t encountered any men who were unkempt down below. She had to laugh to herself. How many different dicks had been in her mouth over the past few months? And the time she knew these men before sucking them off was getting shorter and shorter. She’d known Neil maybe three hours, and here she was, knelt down in front of him. Kyra felt a perverse pride at what a slut she was being. She stroked his shaft while she sucked his balls, but when she felt she’d done enough, she took him back in her mouth. After his comments, she was more determined than ever to make him cum.
“Damn, that’ll get it done. Keep it up! Just like that, Kyra!” Neil grunted, pumping at her mouth more aggressively.
Neil tried to force more and more into her mouth, but Kyra kept control, her fist limiting how much he could stuff her. His shaft was streaked with her lipstick and her saliva, but she just sucked faster and faster. She was going to get this bastard off. He gasped and gripped the side of her head tighter. He was getting close. She knew just how to finish him.
“Goddam!” he cried.
Kyra tickled his taint with her index finger and in second he was blasting in her mouth. She pointed him at the back of her throat and swallowed fast, as he machine-gunned his load. It felt like he came forever, but Kyra was a pro by now and she swallowed every last drop without choking. Neil staggered back from her and she stood, smiling triumphantly.
“Thanks for the treat,” she said, digging in her purse for a mint. She popped it into her mouth and kissed him hard. “Let’s go find somewhere comfortable where I can accept my prize.”
“Absolutely, my dear. You’ve earned it.”
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Ethan had to constantly remind himself that it didn’t matter if anyone heard Ami’s cries. He felt vulnerable fooling around in the open air, but the freedom was intoxicating. He’d never felt the warmth of the early evening sun on his skin while going down
on a woman. She was seated on the bench, and the crushed white stones dug into his knees as he knelt in front of her, but his writhing, moaning lover made it easy to ignore the discomfort. Her heels dug into his back with sporadic kicks and his hands were pressed to her smooth inner thighs while his tongue danced across his clit, flicking with the precision of an expert tap dancer. Ethan had leaned just what Ami liked.
“Yes, baby, oh yes…” Ami moaned. She gripped the side of the bench with one hand and pinched and rolled her own nipple with the other. Her pretty yellow blouse was open and her loose white skirt was up around her waist. Her thong was gone.
Ami was so wet that Ethan thought she might be more aroused by their surroundings as well. He sucked her smooth, slick lips as if eating a peach, and her hips bucked up off the bench. He doubled down, licking and sucking harder. He felt her orgasm closing in.
"I thought I heard the sounds of Ami having fun," Sarah said.
Ethan glanced up from between Ami's thighs and saw Sarah standing beside them. He wondered how long she'd been there. He'd been too engrossed in going down on Ami to hear Sarah's heels on the crushed stone path. Ethan didn't know how to respond, so he went back to pleasuring Ami, hoping that Sarah might join in.
"And it looks like Ethan is pretty good with that tongue of his," Sarah said mirthfully.
"Mmm…baby…you have no idea…mmmm…" Ami moaned, reaching out for the dark-haired woman.
Sarah crouched down beside the bench and took Ami's hand. Ami took her dark hand and put it on her tit, which Sarah massaged. She pinched and pulled Ami's nipple, making the blonde cry out.
"She won't tell you, but you can be a little rough with her," Sarah said. She brushed a wing of raven hair back from her face and sucked Ami's red, swollen nipple, drawing on it with perfect, white teeth. Ami arched her back from the bench and Ethan used both hands on her slender waist to keep her from bucking off the bench completely.
Ethan thought his cock was going to explode in his pants. Sarah locked her eyes with Ethan's as they worked Ami over together. He could see in those dark eyes that Sarah enjoyed having the prone blonde at their mercy. Ethan would love to be at Sarah's mercy. Sarah ran slender dark fingers down Ami's flat stomach and Ethan gave way enough for the woman to rub Ami's clit. Ethan kept licking, and his tongue flicked across Sarah's fingers as well as Ami's cunt.
"Mmm…fuck…fuck…baby! Ami's humming moan seemed to vibrate her entire body, and then she was tense as a wire as her climax overtook her. Her pussy gushed and Ethan lapped away, sucking and licking like his life depended on it. Ami gave a last, long moan and then went limp as a doll with a musical laugh.
"You guys were awesome," Ami giggled. "Wow."
"It's always so much fun to make you cum," Sarah said. She brushed Ami's hair back and kissed her.
"And here I thought Ami wasn't really into other girls," Ethan said.
"Oh, I'm not, not really."
"No, she's not," Sarah agreed. "But she doesn't seem to mind if I lend a hand every once in a while. An extra pair of hands is always nice."
"I can imagine," Ethan agreed.
"Come here. You shouldn't have to just imagine, you poor man."
Ethan crawled closer to Sarah and they kissed. She was aggressive, and he could tell she liked tasting Ami on his lips by the way she attacked him with her tongue. Ethan lost his fingers in her thick hair. He caressed her smooth, warm back, left exposed by her halter dress, and then kneaded her ample behind. Sarah raked long nails across his scalp and then traced them on the back of his neck. He sensed movement and felt another hand, Ami's, move over his. Ami unhooked Sarah's dress under the veil of her hair and the soft black fabric billowed down, exposing Sarah's big, soft breasts. Ethan's hands went right for them. He couldn't help himself. He found her dark nipples were thick, and they hardened as he played with them. Sarah moved to kissing his neck and both girls slowly guided him up to sit on the bench, where they sat on either side of him.
The girls turned his face from side to side, taking turns kissing him, while they pulled at his clothes. Ami slipped her hand inside his shirt, tickling his skin with her fingertips. Sarah kissed his neck and pulled at his belt. Ethan touched the women back, but it was more the fumblings of a schoolboy. He was too distracted by the beautiful women to track what he was doing. It all came through as flashes of images and sensations. Was he kissing Ami when Sarah grabbed his cock? He was pretty sure Sarah got his cock out and was stroking it first. But then he was kissing Sarah when Ami went to her knees in front of the bench. Sarah pulled his face to her tits and he was sucking one of those luscious brown nipples while Ami licked his prick from base to tip and back again. He was wondering how it would feel if both women sucked his cock when Sarah pulled away and joined Ami on her knees. Looking down on two beautiful women pleasuring him—one blonde, tanned and trim, the other raven-haired, dark and buxom—was the fulfillment of one of his oldest fantasies. Somehow, though, he’d always thought if he was going to be with two women, one of them would be his wife. But the girls soon chased any thoughts of Kyra out of his head.
Sarah’s cocksucking was quite impressive. She deep-throated him effortlessly and hummed with his prick at the back of her throat. The vibration felt wonderful, especially when combined with her hard sucking. Ami massaged his balls while Sarah sucked his shaft and then took over when Sarah passed the baton. They took turns sucking him like that, and Ethan didn’t know how he kept from cumming in seconds, but he was enjoying himself far too much to end things that quickly. When both women kissed and licked his shaft at the same time, he shook and cried out. His fingertips drummed into the grooves of the wrought-iron bench and he gave it his all, but there was no holding back any longer.
“Ohhh…shit…girls…” he croaked.
Ami was sucking the base of his cock while Sarah was closer to the top when he blasted away. The first shot blasted into the air, but some caught Sarah on the cheek. Ami sucked even harder at the base and Sarah caught another shot across the bridge of her nose before she pulled back and pumped him with her delicate hand. His load shot into the air and onto the crushed stone. The girls worked his cock until it had spit its last into the air, but with their attentions, he did not go completely limp.
“He’s good for more than once in a night, isn’t he?” Sarah asked.
Ami winked at Ethan. “Oh yes, don’t worry about that.”
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“Oh God…take it easy with that thing, Neil…” Kyra gasped. Her legs were splayed wide in the air, and she held them back behind her knees.
“You’re so fucking wet, babe. It’s sliding right in,” Neil grunted.
He knelt on the edge of the bed, between her legs. Her butt was elevated by a little foam wedge, which seemed to be in the guest bedroom for just this sort of thing. It wasn’t the only sexual aide in the breezily appointed room. The king-sized bed took up much of the space, but there was room for a long bureau on the wall, and on top of that was an assortment of dildos and vibrators, a velvet riding crop, handcuffs, tubes of lube and a basket of condoms.
“God, that’s good!” she exclaimed. She had refused his offer to wear a condom. If Ami trusted him, she assumed she could too.
Kyra closed her eyes and everything melted away, except for the sensation of that giant pole sliding between her legs. It didn’t hurt, because Neil was right, she was incredibly wet, but she still had to get used to him. It had been a long time since she’d had something that big. He kept it fully sheathed in her for a few moments, and he moaned as he felt her muscles rippling all around him. Just when she was adjusted to his girth, he pulled out and slid it back in. Kyra shuddered. His cock set every nerve in her pussy alight as it moved.
“God! God! Neil!” she cried.
“That’s it, babe. Take it…take it all…”
Neil’s sexual prowess, big cock and dirty talk were so at odds with his mild-mannered appearance that Kyra almost had to laugh. He was like Al Gore in appearance, but Johnny Hol
mes in bed! He took long, deep strokes into her and they seemed to last forever. She would have gladly taken a pounding from him, but by taking it slowly, Neil really let her enjoy the experience. He took her legs against his chest, so her ankles were up by his ears. Kneeling upright between her knees gave him amazing power and control.
“Oh God…oh God…” Kyra repeated over and over. His slight downward angle made his shaft graze her clit with every thrust. It only took a couple minutes before she was on the verge of a powerful climax.
“C’mon, babe, cum on that cock, cum for me,” Neil moaned, thrusting more forcefully. He pinned her clit with his thumb, pushing it against that big, sliding cock and Kyra lost it.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod! OH GOD!” Kyra cried, jamming her hips back at him and locking her muscles around his shaft. Her orgasm was her entire world and she floated on it, forgetting everything else for just a moment. It didn’t matter that a stranger was fucking her in a house full of people, who surely heard her cries. Kyra even took a few moments to realize that Neil was still fucking her. Not only hadn’t he slowed his attack, but he was actually fucking her harder.
“Damn it! You’re a firecracker, babe!” Neil exclaimed. He put her legs around his waist and held her hips, lifting them from the wedge.
“Geez, don’t wear the poor girl out,” Kevin said from the doorway.
Kyra looked to the door and saw Jeannie’s husband leaning in the frame, watching with his hands in his pockets. Knowing she had an audience pushed her to the next level. She saw the bulge in the front of his jeans and knew it was for her. She grabbed her bouncing breasts and pulled her pink nipples while watching Kevin. “Join us,” she moaned. It was an easy decision.
Kevin shed his clothes as he came, leaving them in a heap beside the bed. He was about her age, in good shape, with just a sparse dusting of dark brown hair. The shock was that he had no hair down below. Kyra had never seen a man completely bare down there, and on first glance it wasn’t really her thing. It just didn’t look right. There should be something there, she thought. But his cock was nice and that was all she really cared about at the moment. She reached out for him.
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