Sue's Introduction

[HazelGod]

In spite of the warmness of the April night, Sue Enderle shivered slightly as she drove through the quiet suburban streets. Although she had been sexually active for all of her adult life and thought of herself as experienced, she had never been to a swingers party before. The idea of group sex--of shedding her inhibitions and her clothing in a room full of other people--both excited and frightened her. At least they wouldn't all be strangers. Alan Davis, the man she had been dating since her husband had walked out a year ago, had arranged her invitation to the group, and she knew one other couple, Betty and Fred Norris, who were members--although before last week she had had no idea they were into the swinging scene.

She turned her small car off the tree-lined street and into the driveway of the two-story farm house at the address Alan had given her. With relief she recognized his car, and his lean, handsome body leaning against it, waiting for her in the evening shadows by the pool. Taking a deep breath and forcing a smile, she turned off the ignition and slid out of the car.

"Hi, beautiful," Alan said, smiling. As he kissed her lightly, his hand slid over her shoulder, down her back, and across the sweet curve of her ass.

"Hello", she replied, returning the kiss and trying unsuccessfully to keep her voice from trembling.

"Nervous?" Alan asked. Sue nodded silently. "Don't worry," he said, "we all are, at first. Tonight will be the greatest night of your life."

Sue leaned into his warm hug, feeling her breasts crush against his chest. She was grateful for his sensitivity, and for the tenderness that made him such an exciting lover. The first time they had made love, he had brought her slowly to the kind of moaning, thrashing orgasm she had never been able to achieve with her ex-husband.

Arm in arm, they walked toward the back door of the house. As they went up the steps, the door opened and a small, pretty, dark-haired woman in a black silk dress greeted them.

"Hello, Alan, darling," she said smiling and holding out her cheek for his kiss. "And you must be Sue. I'm Ginny Frost, your hostess. Well, Alan didn't exaggerate. You really are beautiful."

Sue blushed. "Thank you," she said. "You certainly have a lovely home."

Ginny smiled mischievously. "Well, it does have certain advantages. The yard is large, and the neighbors are far enough away that noise is no problem. And with the high fence all the way around, there's plenty of privacy. When the weather's warmer, we sometimes have our little--parties--outdoors."

Sue shivered at the picture that went through her mind--beautiful couples, naked, around the pool and on the lawn, stroking, kissing, fondling...She felt the beginning of moistness deep inside her.

"Well, come on in, dear," smiled Ginny. Sue knew her hostess hadn't overlooked her growing excitement. "No one's here yet except my husband George." She led Sue and Alan into the large open living room where a dark, heavy-set man was bending over the fireplace. "George, dear, meet our newest member."

The man straightened and turned toward them, smiling warmly.
"Welcome," he said, stepping over to take both Sue's hands in his. His eyes sparkled as they slid down her slim body, taking in the soft white wool sweater and skirt and the black high heels.

Sue murmured some ordinary polite words. She couldn't help wondering what his body was like beneath the dark blue golf shirt and slacks. Surely her host was one of the men she would be expected to have sex with during the evening. Did his thick, powerful body mean his cock would be the same? Was the hair on the rest of his body the same dark wiry curls as the hair on his head? Again she felt her excitement rising, and a growing wetness. The doorbell rang, and Ginny moved to answer it. Betty and Fred, who Sue knew, came in, laughing at some joke, along with another couple, both blonde and Nordic looking. As George started to serve drinks, Betty introduced Sue to the new couple, Kim and Phil Nordstrom, and to two more couples who came in right behind them.

All the men--and several of the women--gave Sue's figure frank looks and warm smiles of admiration. She returned their warm looks with growing excitement, sipping her glass of white wine as the group flowed around her, exchanging kisses and greetings with each other.

There were seven couples in all, and Sue saw that while they were
all attractive, there was a variety of types. Tall, lean Alan; thick, forceful George; broad-chested blond Phil; Rod, with curly red hair and glasses. Sue realized that they were all attractive and sexy in their different ways.

And the women! All lovely, all able to arouse a man--but the variety! A buxom blonde, a perky pixieish redhead with lemon-sized breasts under a satin tank-top, a raven-haired goddess with dark eyes and a forty-two-inch chest, a schoolgirl-cute ash blonde with a friendly giggle. As with the men, all different, but all the same in their sexual attractiveness. Sue fought back worries that her charms might not measure up.

When everyone had been served and said their hellos, Ginny Frost moved to the fireplace and tapped on her glass for attention.
"Well everyone," she said smiling, "as you can see we have a new member tonight, and we're all looking forward to knowing her better."

"Much, much better," growled one of the men in the back of the room, to general laughter. Sue blushed, but tried to keep smiling, seeing the friendly faces around her. Her sexual excitement was growing as she realized how at ease she felt with these people--a little afraid, yet safe, feeling that perhaps the adventure before her tonight really would be a high point in her life.

"Well, since Sue is new, she'll go through the welcoming process just the same as all of us," said Ginny. "Sue, are you ready?"

"I...I guess so," stammered Sue, who had no idea what might be coming. She glanced at the group and caught Alan's eye. He smiled comfortably, winked, and suddenly Sue knew that whatever happened, she was in good hands. "Yes, I'm ready."

George Frost stepped out into the group with a large brandy snifter containing small pieces of paper. The guests began reaching in and drawing out pieces, opening them, and looking back and forth at Sue and each other.

Ginny took a black strip of satin from the mantelpiece and stepped behind Sue.

"First, we put this on." She slipped the cloth over Sue's eyes, and suddenly Sue was completely blindfolded. She could hear the murmurs of conversation, feel the warmth of the fire behind her, but could see nothing. More and more, she could feel her own heartbeat, hear her own rapid breathing, as she began to understand what was in store.

Ginny Frost's voice said, "OK, let's begin. Who has number one?"

The group fell silent, and Sue felt, rather than heard, someone step up to her.

 

[HazelGod]

Then, to her relief, she heard Alan's voice whispering softly, "It's me darling. Don't be afraid. Now just raise your arms over your head."

Sue silently obeyed. She felt Alan's hands slide down her sides and grasp the bottom of her white sweater. Slowly he slid the soft wool upward, across her flat stomach, over her round breasts, up over her head and off her arms. His gentle hands guided her arms back to her sides and she felt him step away.

Sue had agonized over her clothing that night--what do you wear to an orgy?--but the choices had been pretty much dictated by her wardrobe. She didn't own such exotic items as a cut-out bra or crotchless panties, and couldn't have brought herself to wear them if she had. In the end, she wore her thinnest and laciest white bra and her smallest white bikini panties. Her only concession to sensuality had been a white garter belt and stockings in place of her usual pantyhose.

Now as she stood before the group, she could feel her nipples growing firmer, and knew they could be seen through the flimsy bra.

"Number two," said Ginny, "oh, that's me!" As the group chuckled, Ginny said softly, "Raise your arms again, sweetheart."

Sue felt the small woman's hands slide down the short zipper in the back of the skirt, then lift it slowly up, up, and off over Sue's arms.

Sue's heart pounded faster as she pictured how she must look--soft blonde hair spilling over bare shoulders, only the garter belt and tiny panties hiding her dark love nest, sheer stockings and black high heels on her slim legs.

Ginny said, "Number three?" and Sue felt someone else step in front her and kneel.

It was a woman--Sue knew first from the perfume, then from the light touch of fingers gliding up her legs, up her thighs to the top of her stockings. Soft hands unclipped the stocking tops, then slowly rolled the sheer nylons down, caressing her inner thighs as they went. As the stocking slid down, Sue stepped out of her heels and the invisible woman slipped the nylons off her feet. Sue stepped onto the warm shag rug. As her legs moved, she felt the wetness between them grow, as if by magic, and knew that the small wet spot on her panties would soon be visible for all to see.

"Number four." Sue knew immediately that it was the cute giggly blonde. She heard the happy giggle as the unseen hands reached behind her, unclipped her garter belt, and let it drop to her feet. Just before the woman stepped back, Sue was startled to feel the blonde kiss her lightly on the lips and run her tongue gently over Sue's lips. Sue opened her mouth, wanting to capture the blonde's invading tongue, but the blonde only giggled and stepped back, away from Sue.

"Number five." No woman this time! Sue felt strong masculine hands grasping her firm tender breasts. Squeezing softly, they slid under her arms and behind her back, expertly unclipping Sue's flimsy bra. Sue felt the bra pulled off of her arms, and then the strong hands held her wrists at her sides as the man--a man she didn't know, couldn't even see--planted his lips on her right nipple, sucking her hard little nub to ecstacy.

A moan jerked its way from Sue's mouth at the feel of his hot lips. She tried to reach up to pull his head further onto her breast, but he held her wrists pinned at her sides. She felt his lips leave her hard nipple, felt it grow even harder as the cool room air hit its wetness, and then his tongue was on her left breast, sliding slowly up, around, over the sensitive nipple. As the rough, wet surface of his tongue slid slowly over her nipple, Sue moaned again. The feeling was incredible! She squeezed her thighs together, trying to apply some pressure to the sensitive area between her legs.

Chuckling softly, the man released her wrists and stepped back quickly. Sue's mouth was open now, her breathing rapid and shallow. She knew what would be next and she was eager for it--eager to be totally exposed to this roomful of people. She could tell she wasn't alone in her excitement. She could hear rapid breathing and small sighs around her.

Even Ginny's voice sounded breathless as she said, "Number six."

Sue felt someone step around behind her. She felt a woman's hands on her hips, and guessed from the perfume it might be the large-breasted beauty. The thumbs of the woman's warm hands slipped under the waistband of the panties. They turned over the elastic, rolling the panties down very slightly. They rolled the waistband over again. Sue could tell that her dark pubic hair was beginning to show above the panty top. The gliding hands slid the small bikini panties down, then over the smooth swell of Sue's ass, sliding silently down her soft legs to lie in a puddle at her feet.

The woman's hands behind her began to caress her soft cheeks, sliding down the sensitive lower surfaces. Sue's head reeled as she imagined how she must look. Totally nude, the pale whiteness of her skin a sharp contrast the shiny black blindfold. Completely naked in a room full of virtual strangers, all still dressed, all staring at her, lusting for her.

 

[HazelGod]

Ginny Frost's voice said "Number seven," and the woman behind Sue stepped away. Sue's ass cheeks tingled at the touch of her trailing fingers. It was a man who stood behind her now--Sue felt his chest against her back, felt the bulge of his hard cock through his slacks, pressing against the crack of her ass. His arms reached around under hers, his long fingers lifted and squeezed her breasts. He pulled her breasts gently apart, held them out for the group to see, began rolling her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Sue lay her head back against his shoulder, low moans again finding their way through her lips. It was too much!--the erotic picture of herself in her mind, the feel of the unknown man's eager cock, his skilled fingers teasing her breasts. She felt the thin trail of her pussy cream begin to creep down her inner thighs. It was all she could do to restrain her hands from diving deep into her hot slit to fill the aching need she felt. Her hips began to roll, her feet crept farther apart on the soft shag, her ass pushed back against the hard rod behind her. Forcing her hands to stay away from her own body, she reached them back to the firm ass of her unknown lover, pulling him harder against her. He leaned his head forward and stroked his tongue along the inside of her ear. Sue felt her passion rise.

Then suddenly Ginny Frost said "Number eight," and maddeningly, the firm pressure was gone. Sue was in an ecstasy of frustration. Her firm tits were hard and hot, rising and falling with her panting breath. Her pussy was literally dripping wet and its lips felt thick and heavy. The firm nub of her clitoris pushed forward, yearning for stimulation and release.

It was a letdown to feel another woman's soft hands sliding over her shoulders. A cool, soft feel followed the hands as they slid down Sue's arms to her hands. That softness--what was it? Sue took a deep breath, and recognized the fragrance. It was baby oil! The woman was lightly, gently, spreading a thin layer of sweet-scented baby oil over Sue's entire body! Sue leaned forward into the pressure of the warm hands as they smoothed the oil over her breasts, the nipples sliding between the slippery fingers. The woman moved behind Sue, spreading the oil over her back, then around to the front again and down over her stomach. Sue trembled on the brink of release as the fingers spread the oil lower, into the crease between her thighs and her pussy lips. But the hands moved quickly away, down her thighs and calves, clear to her feet. Then around behind again, up the backs of her spread legs, and the warm hands were spreading the oil over Sue's soft ass. She quivered as the fingers moved in the crease, sliding wetly down the crack. Then, shockingly, a hot, slick finger slid with surprising ease into Sue's tight asshole!

Sue's body jerked, and she cried "Oh!" as the finger probed, turned, and slid out again. Sue felt her face burning, heard the chuckles of the assembled swingers, but also heard their breathing growing more rapid, heard their own low moans. She imagined their growing level of heat, and it made her still hotter.

Again Sue pictured what she must look like--her body now glistening in the firelight, gleaming from every angle, her skin literally glowing from her arousal and the shiny oil.

"Number nine." Strong male hands took Sue's hands, turned her around so her back was towards the group.

He said softly "Bend at the waist," and Sue leaned forward. She was startled by a sudden roughness against her stomach, then realized she was being bent over the arm of an overstuffed chair, the nubbled surface scraping against the tender skin of her breasts. The man placed her hands on the opposite arm, then stepped quickly around behind her. With effortless strength he grasped her ankles and slid her feet apart farther, farther, till she was wide open.

Sue was dizzy with the sensation. Her naked body, oiled and gleaming, was spread wide open to the group. She could almost feel their eager gazes, probing her spread pussy, her shiny round ass hole. Her breasts tingled as she began to rock up on her toes, scraping her nipples against the rough cushion of the chair. The man's broad hands stroked and squeezed her ass cheeks, concentrating on the tender lower parts near her lower lips. He spread the cheeks wide apart, and ran his fingers up the crack, slowly, slowly, toward the tight puckered ring. Sue's passion leaped, and she thrust her hips back towards him. Then rocking forward, she pushed her crotch against the chair arm, stimulating her clit almost beyond belief. The man's thick thumb slid through the oily ring of muscle, into Sue's hot ass. The sensation was too much. Sue cried out as the orgasm swept over her, radiating out from her throbbing clitoris through her whole body. All the pent-up excitement--the sexual tension that had been building in her since she had decided to come to the party, the heat built up by the slow strip tease and the knowledge of her exposure, the physical stimulation of her breasts, her pussy, her ass--all exploded in the most overwhelming climax she had ever imagined. Her hips ground her wet bush into the chair, her asshole clutched at the man's thumb, her head rocked from side to side as her whole body shook.

Gradually, slowly, she returned to Earth. She rested her head on the seat of the chair, gasping for breath. The muscular digit slid easily out of her rear hole, and her knees wobbled as she rested her weight on the chair arm. She took deep breaths, feeling her self-control return. From behind her, she heard happy applause, and the murmuring voices of the assembled swingers.

"Like a firecracker,....really hot,...I remember how that felt..."

Sue felt her body relaxing. The welcoming was over, she was sure. She felt elated at having reached acceptance, yet somehow slightly disappointed. Shouldn't there be--well--something more? Suddenly she realized that the group had gone silent again.

Then, to her surprise, she heard her hostess' voice say "Number ten."

 

[The Dragon]

That is so hot Lover!!
You have missed your true calling.

 

[HazelGod]

That is so hot Lover!!
You have missed your true calling.

Keep reading... :wink:

 

[HazelGod]

Sue's heart leaped. There WAS more!. She was going to have it all! Though her powerful orgasm was only now fading, she knew still more was before her.

A man's hands grasped Sue's shoulders, straightened her up, and turned her again to face the group. Sue knew her skin was flushed, her nipples hard and present.

Then the man said softly in her ear, "Kneel," and delight spread through her as she realized what was next. Obediently, she sank to her knees, not really surprised to feel the soft pillow someone had placed there for her comfort. She heard the man's zipper being lowered, then felt the expected warm flesh at her lips. As her lips opened eagerly, she tried to determine as much as she could about the stiff rod that slid into her warm mouth. It certainly wasn't the thickest ever, she decided, nor the longest. But it wasn't abnormally small either. Slowly she slid her lips down the shaft until wiry pubic hair tickled her upper lip. The warm cock just barely fit, not quite making her choke when she took its total length into her throat.

Was it circumcised? Slowly, teasingly, she slid her lips back, all the way out to the tip of the rod, whose invisible owner was already beginning to rock his hips gently back and forth. Sliding her lips off the tip, she swirled her tongue around the throbbing head, probing, exploring. Yes, it was, the tender ridge of the cock quivering under her wet touch.

Sue bent her head lower, and her tongue reached out to lick the heavy balls that hung at its base. Her unknown lover grunted slightly, then thrust his hips forward as her lips followed her tongue, tasting, kissing, sucking his balls through the wrinkled sac. Her wet mouth went back to his cock, sliding over the head and down the length to the base, then back out to the tip. His hands grasped the back of her head, thrusting his rod deeply into her throat. Sue slid her own hands to the back of the mystery lover's thighs, then up to his ass, to pull him still deeper into her. Sliding her lips back out, she tasted the salty drops of pre-cum sliding over the head, and knew his climax was near. Sue was determined that he should lose control as much as she had just a few minutes ago. She increased the pace of her sucking, sliding her wet lips up and down his cock, swirling her tongue over the head on every outward stroke, her lips squeezing, sucking, milking his rod. His breath was coming faster, his thrusts into her more forceful. Her fingers tightened on his ass, her nails pinching his cheeks through his slacks.

Suddenly he said sharply, "Ahhh!" and came. Sue swallowed frantically as the hot spurts filled the back of her throat. The hot salty cream kept coming, and Sue felt a small drop trickle out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Slowly, reluctantly, his fingers loosened their grip on the back of her head. He slid his cock, already growing softer, out of her wet lips. With a long, exhausted exhale, he stepped back, as the delighted group again applauded.

Sue couldn't resist a small smile of triumph as she slowly caught her breath. She couldn't see her audience, but she knew she had given them a fantastic show, knew she had made them hot and ready for the rest of their evening's entertainment! Furthermore, she realized with some surprise, she was becoming aroused again herself. Only once in her life had she enjoyed two orgasms in one night--years ago, on a hot night of petting and fucking with a boyfriend during her horny teenage years--but Sue felt that tonight there was no limit--that she could come as many times as she wished, that she could go on coming all night, long into the dawn hours.

The familiar voice said "Number eleven," and Sue did some rapid figuring. Counting herself, there were fourteen at the party. She felt fairly sure she knew the role of number thirteen--the grand finale--but what thrills would the other two offer? Number eleven's hands felt like a man's, but they were gentle, not rough. They urged Sue up from her knees, a few steps to one side, then down again to the floor, on her back this time. No surprises so far, thought Sue, as she stretched out. There was a pillow under her head, a larger, firmer one under her hips. Then the unknown man grasped her wrists, stretched them out over her head and along the floor behind her. The sudden wrap of a satin strip around her wrists, and her hands were securely fastened, perhaps to the leg of the chair she had been bent over a few minutes ago. This was something new! Sue had heard of couples who went in for being tied up, but had never considered it herself. Being restrained like this had a certain tingle to it. In a way, it brought back some of the erotic mix of fear and excitement she had felt earlier, when she had first been blindfolded and slowly stripped.

Now the man's hands were behind Sue's knees, lifting them, bending them. Sue didn't resist, even anticipated a little as her legs were spread wide apart and rocked back until her knees pressed against her breasts. Again Sue was totally exposed. She could tell that two people were holding her thighs now, one from each side, so that no one blocked the delicious view between her legs. Thighs splayed obscenely, her pink wet pussy folds again beginning to glisten with her love juice, she knew both her holes were visible--and accessible--with her hips raised on the firm pillow.

Sue felt no shyness now. If her hands had been free she would have used them to pull her thighs further back, wider open, making a still more lewd and inviting display. She wanted to feel the gaze--and the touch--of the whole group invading her darkest recesses. Still, there was a certain pleasure in her bondage--in knowing she was entirely in the power of others, theirs to use as they wished, to excite and then satisfy their lusts. She felt her inner fire begin to roar again with excitement.

The second person holding her legs must have been Ginny Frost, because the words "Number twelve," came from near the floor on Sue's left. She felt motion, then a soft bump as someone knelt between her spread legs. The soft legs and stubble-less cheek along Sue's inner thigh told Sue it was a woman. As the kisses neared her moist cunt lips, she knew it was a knowing woman, one of real sexual skill. Only a woman would have known just that stroke of the tongue along the thick lower lips, only a woman would have known just how to linger on the folds, avoiding the swelling clit, again raising Sue's level of eagerness and frustration. Sue had never had a real lesbian experience--in spite of some giggling come-ons from friends in her college dorm--but she felt no restraint now, no holding back. The wet light touch on her pussy was heavenly--licking, teasing, nipping lightly at the lips, but staying maddeningly away from the center of her desire. Her lust and frustration growing, Sue rocked her hips, trying to force her clit between the lips of her assailant. Her hands pulled at her bonds as she yearned to grasp the back of her lover's head and force her deep into her wet hole. Again little whimpers of desire began to escape her as she writhed on the floor, trying to force pressure on her hot pussy.

The wet tongue assaulting her began a long, slow sweep, from just above her asshole, along the inner folds, all the way up the length of her wet love-crease. Sue's anticipation rose as the wet, rough surface drew nearer and nearer her clit.

Then, just at the moment before contact, the motion stopped, the soft head drew back, and Ginny Frost's breathy voice said, "Number thirteen."

 

[HazelGod]

Sue was a writhing mass of need, rocking her hips forward, searching for something, anything to bring her relief. When she felt a large shape looming over her, strong arms pressing against the floor, she whimpered, "Please. Oh, yes, please."

Her legs were still held all the way back. Her new lover fit his shoulders against the undersides, rocking her hips still farther back. The hands holding her legs released them and she squeezed her thighs together, desperate for any sort of pressure on her throbbing button. But his broad shoulders and thick neck kept her thighs apart.

Sue cried out as she felt his fleshy rod enter. Her channel was dripping wet, and the entrance could have been strong and swift, but he held back, slowly sliding into her, filling her up inch by inch. It was a thick, solid cock Sue felt, perhaps the thickest she had ever had in her. She cried out again as it slid in all the way to the base and the rough pubic hair rubbed her sensitive clit. She tried to rub against him harder, but with her hands tied and her legs over his shoulders, it was impossible to get any leverage.

As he began his slow slide back out of her, her eagerness was too much to bear. She began to plead, speaking out in this lighted roomful of strangers words she had only whispered to lovers in the dark before.

"Fuck me," she begged softly, then more loudly, "Fuck me! Oh, ram it in! Stick your hard cock all the way in me!" His motion sped up, responding to her words and to his own needs. "Aahh! That's good! Ram it in me, oh, shit, oh fuck, oh!" He was going full steam now, breathing heavily, his balls slapping against her upraised ass at every stroke. "Fuck me hard, make me come, oh fuck me, oh faster!"

He was very skilled, this unknown man, Sue could tell. Even now his strokes were long and full, and at each cycle his hips swiveled, grinding pressure against her clit, making her hotter and hotter. But his skill was wasted on her now. She was already too hot, lusting, yearning, longing for the fulfillment to come. She was very near now, and knew he was too. She felt her pussy begin to spasm, the muscles grasping at his thick rod.

"Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!" As her orgasm burst over her, she felt him let go, his cock spraying her pussy walls with cream as her hips jerked helplessly. The throbbing feeling in her went on, as the fire burned itself out in both of them.

As they both gasped for breath, he slid his rod out of her and pulled his shoulders back, allowing her legs to fall limp on the floor. Then he was back over her, holding her, cradling her, as the two of them slowly came down together. For the third time that evening Sue became conscious of applause from the group of spectators.

As her breath came slowly back, Sue felt fingers at her wrists, and suddenly her hands were free. She wrapped her arms around the broad back of her lover. Then fingers were behind her head, and the blindfold slid off. Blinking at the sudden light, she looked up into the face of the man who still held her.

It was George Frost, the host, smiling warmly at her. As he leaned forward to kiss her cheek, Sue looked over his shoulder and saw his wife standing above them, smiling. Ginny Frost knelt down by Sue's head, and kissed both Sue and her husband warmly.

"That was beautiful," she said softly. Then she stood up smoothly. "All right, everybody. Let's not make our new member self-conscious." She slipped the spaghetti straps of her black silk dress off her shoulders, wriggled her body, and smiled again as the dress slid smoothly off her body onto the floor. She was suddenly completely nude, except for her silver high heels. Her large breasts, almost too large for her slim figure, sagged only slightly, the dark nipples already hard with excitement.

George Frost kissed Sue again, whispered, "Fantastic," and rose to his knees, then to his feet. Behind him, Sue could see the rest of the partygoers rapidly shedding their clothes. Some were already nearly naked, having obviously taken a head start during the final moments of Sue's initiation. Within minutes everyone present was stripped and hotly making love. Clearly the show Sue had provided had roused them all, as very little time was spent on preliminaries. Couples, trios, all hotly sucking and fucking, filled the furniture and the floor while moans and cries of lust filled the air.

In one corner, Sue saw her friend Betty Norris, on all fours, rocking back and forth between two men. As she leaned forward her lips slid down the thick cock of Phil Nordstrom kneeling in front of her, clear to the base. As she rocked back, sliding her lips back out to the tip, her hips pushed onto the long slim cock of another man, fucking her wet pussy from behind. As the pixieish redhead rocked steadily back and forth, Sue realized with a start that the man fucking her from behind was Alan--her Alan! She felt a sudden pang of jealousy, then couldn't help smiling as she realized how ridiculous the feeling was. Alan had just watched Sue being stripped, poked, sucked, and fucked by a whole roomful of men and women, presumably without objection. Ginny Frost had stood by smiling as her husband George had screwed Sue to a screaming orgasm. Clearly in this context, possessiveness and jealousy were meaningless. Sue felt the whole baggage of "belonging" to someone else slide effortlessly off her shoulders.

In the center of the room, another trio was gaining tempo. A handsome silver-haired man lay flat on his back while Kim Nordstrom rode his cock. At the same time, a slim girl with shoulder-length brown hair and a boyish figure--Sue thought her name was Vicki something--knelt over his face, facing his feet, writhing happily as his tongue skilfully poked her wide-open snatch. The two women leaned towards each other, kissing and stroking each other's nipples as their lover busily pumped into both their hot love boxes.

Hearing a sound behind her, Sue rolled over onto her other side. She saw an enchanting sight. Ginny Frost, now wearing only her diamond earrings, lay on her back on the dining room table. Her head lay on a pillow near the center of the table, her hips on another pillow at the edge. Rod Peterson sat in one of the dining chairs before her, and Ginny's legs were spread open to him, her knees hanging over his shoulders. As Ginny waited, Rod took a full minute to enjoy the delicious sight of her pink pussy lips spread wide before his face. Then he slowly leaned forward and began to nibble the tasty dish. Ginny squealed with delight as his tongue spread her lips and worked its way upward. Her hands slid up and grabbed her own breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples. Her hips began to rock and her legs crossed behind Rod's back, pulling his lips and tongue more snugly into her slit. Rod continued to eat with obvious relish, his lips and tongue tasting her sweet flowing honey. Although he probably couldn't hear her--her white thighs were now tightly wrapped over his ears--she continued to cry out happy encouragement as she neared her orgasm. Others in the room were also nearing climax.

From near the fireplace, Lisa, the goddess-like brunette, was rhythmically chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," as she was bent over the same armchair Sue had been and steadily reamed from behind by Fred Norris.

On the couch, the giggly blonde was writhing eagerly on the long pole of a dark, Italian-looking, extremely handsome stud whose name Sue couldn't remember. Even George, whose cock had so recently spent itself in Sue, had gotten back into the act. Lying flat on his back, he had slid his head under Betty Norris and was happily licking her small tits as she rocked back and forth.

From behind her, Ginny Frost cried out, "Oh, aahh, unnhh, yes, yesss, YESSS, AHHHHH, YESSS!" as she came on Rod's tongue. Her voice seemed to provide the final bit of stimulation necessary, and within seconds the room was filled with similar cries as cocks and pussies exploded with wet shuddering orgasms.

All around Sue, naked bodies jerked in ecstasy, then slumped in exhaustion as their sexual vigor was spent. Soon all the groups were catching their breaths, sliding apart with lingering kisses, stretching out tired arms and legs to recover. From the opposite corner, Alan rose, walked over to Sue, and lay down beside her.

"Still nervous?" he asked jokingly. In answer, Sue pulled him to her and gave his lips a long, searching kiss. "Told you you'd like it," he smiled.

 

[The Dragon]

Oh sweet lordy Lover...I do hope you keep writing.

 

[dont_panic]

Dear God that was amazing. I definitely agree with Dragonfly - please please keep writing!

 

[HazelGod]

From around the room, the other swingers were gathering around the newest member, offering gentle kisses and caresses, and warm words of welcome. Again Sue realized how safe and at ease she felt in this group--how easy it was to be intimate with people she didn't really know at all.

George Frost sat down beside her and helped her up to a sitting position. She was still totally naked, of course--so was everyone else--and while that fact was still exciting, she felt no modesty or embarrassment. How could she, after all that had happened? George began to speak.

"We only have a few rules, but they're important to us all," he said. "First, no illegal drugs--none, ever--at any meeting. Second, no drunkenness at meetings. Drinking is fine, but stay in control. No one wants to make love to a drunk." Sue nodded. The restrictions would not bother her, she seldom ever drank more than a glass or two of wine. "Third, no one makes anybody do anything they don't want to. A simple "no" is always final. By the same token, no one causes anyone else any pain, unless the person specifically requests it."

"Which they sometimes do," put in Fred Norris, smiling at the slim Vicki. She blushed, smiled, and threw a pillow at him as the group laughed.

"The fourth rule is very important," George said, taking control again. "Some of us like to get together for a little extra fun in between the monthly meetings. Now you'll notice that some of the people here are married couples. People like Ginny and I joined this group to expand our marriage, not to damage it. Accordingly, in any gathering for sex outside the meeting, if one of the people is married, both partners must be present and consenting. No getting together with only half of the marriage." George smiled, "Of course you lucky single people can do whatever you like."

"Lucky, huh?" Ginny swatted George's face with a pillow. Sue looked up anxiously, but the pretty brunette was smiling, and the whole group was laughing along with the two of them. Apparently this was a running joke between them. Sue ran her mind over the four rules. It struck her that they were aimed at stability--the rules of a group that intended to stay together for a long time.

Now people were rising and moving over to the buffet table, where Ginny had put out a selection of snacks and small sandwiches. Alan helped Sue to her feet and they too walked over. Sue was surprised to find herself hungry. Apparently the activity of the evening had used up more energy than she had realized.

She tried not to stare at anyone--it was still disconcerting to be in a crowd of totally naked people--but in the group milling around the food table it was natural to brush against someone's breasts, or chest. She felt someone's hip slide across her bare rear, stepped to one side just as someone else backed up, squeezing her breasts against her chest. Although it was not sexually intended, it was stimulating, and Sue once again felt her temperature begin to rise.

She was watching as the handsome silver-haired man ate a sandwich from Kim Nordstrom's hand, finishing by slowly and sensuously licking her fingers, when she saw the slim-figured Vicki walk up to Fred, who was standing next to her.

"Fred Norris," she said in mock anger, with a shake of her shiny brown hair, "it's not nice of you to make fun of me in public like that."

"Why, what ever do you mean?" smiled Fred, running his eyes down her body.

"You know perfectly well what I mean, you big bully," said the small woman, stamping her foot. "Making everybody laugh at me because I--well--like a little extra stimulation once in a while." Sue was trying to follow what was happening. It was clear the two weren't really angry, they were teasing each other, playing some kind of game. But what was it? The other members, watching with quiet smiles, obviously knew what was coming, but Sue couldn't guess.

"Aw," said Fred, still smiling, "did I hurt your little feelings? Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"Just this," said Vicki. She picked up a half-empty drink glass, and, grinning mischievously, threw the contents against Fred's well-muscled chest.

"Ahh!" he cried sharply as the icy liquid ran down over his rippling stomach. "You little minx, this time you're going to get it!" But she was gone, across the room. As Fred bounded after her the group turned to watch, and Sue found herself next to the very handsome dark man, with curly black hair.

He put his arm across her shoulders and chuckled softly, "Here she goes again."

"What's happening?" Sue whispered.

"Vicki does this to somebody every month," he whispered softly in her ear. "I guess tonight it's Fred's turn." Feeling no wiser, Sue looked back at the couple. Vicki had gotten the big overstuffed chair between them and was dodging back and forth around it as Fred tried to grab her.

"You vicious little wench," Fred laughed, "are you asking for it?"

"If you're man enough," Vicki responded with a saucy look. Her eyes were sparkling, her skin beginning to flush with excitement. With surprising quickness for a man of his size, Fred leaned to his right, then, like a flash, reached back to his left, catching Vicki's slender wrist.

"Gotcha!" he said happily. "Now we'll see if you talk so tough."

"I'm too tough for you," she replied, sticking out her tongue in mock defiance. She dug her heels into the carpet. But it was of little value. With almost effortless ease, Fred pulled her to him as he turned and sat in the large soft chair.

"She really loves this," said the dark man softly in Sue's ear. "It's a little bit of a nuisance, but she really makes it worth your while."

By now Sue could see what was coming. She remembered Fred's earlier remark, and how Vicki had reacted. She wondered how serious this was going to get. Fred had Vicki across his knees now, still struggling, although perhaps not quite as hard as she could. Fred ran his hand over her upturned rump.

"Say you're sorry?" he smiled.

"Never, you big bully," she laughed.

"All right then." He raised his hand and brought it down across her ass with a resounding crack. Sue started at the loud noise, but noticed that Vicki didn't stop smiling. Again he slapped her quivering buttocks with loud crack, and Sue saw the girl's rear cheeks begin to redden. Sue knew that Fred was an amateur body builder, that he lifted weights in his basement every day. One look at the rope-like muscles in his arms and she knew he couldn't possibly be spanking Vicki with all his force. The pain would be unbearable. Looking again, she realized that Fred was delivering the blows with the maximum of sound but with just enough force to produce a sting. She also saw that Vicki was clearly loving it. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her breathing was beginning to quicken. Her body twisted, raising her rosy cheeks up for each loud slap. Fred, too, was beginning to feel some effects. He was breathing more heavily than his exertion warranted, and Sue realized that his erection was beginning to grow, directly under Vicki's writhing middle.

Vicki was by now strongly aroused. She gave a little whimper after every slap, a cry clearly coming not from pain but from desire. She twisted her upraised bottom, rubbing her small bush over the swelling knob of Fred's prick. The group of watchers was quiet, caught up in the slim girl's rising passion. Sue found herself wondering how it would feel. She had never thought of pain as erotic, but seeing Vicki in obvious arousal, with her bare ass upraised writhing over Fred's hard tool, Sue felt her breath coming faster, felt her own ass beginning to tingle.

With a small start, she realized that the handsome man's hand had left her shoulders and moved down her back to caress and squeeze her rear cheeks. She swayed her hips, pushing against his hand as she felt her lust growing. She wished she could remember his name. They had been introduced briefly at the beginning of the evening, but she had been too nervous and there were too many people. Oh well, what did it matter? He was in the group, that was enough for now. All that really mattered was her growing desire, the rising level of excitement in the room, the increasing level of lust in Vicki's cries as Fred spanked her naked ass. Vicki was near the peak now. The little cries grew louder, closer together, not just coming with the blows but almost continuously. Her ass bucked and reared, grinding herself against the hard rod beneath. She went over the top with a loud cry and a flurry of jerking motions. She slumped limp across Fred's lap, and he let his hand fall loosely across the back of her legs. Her ass cheeks glowed rosy red, and here and there on her backside the print of Fred's hand was still visible. Her face was a picture of satisfied contentment. She lay there limply, breathing deeply, for several seconds.

Then, suddenly, quickly, she spun off Fred's lap onto her knees before him. She grasped his knees and pulled them wide apart. Ravenously, she slid her mouth over his rampant staff, sliding her wet lips clear to the root. As Fred leaned back happily, she began to suck him hungrily, her wet mouth making a slurping sound as her head bobbed up and down on his pole.

Sue realized her own mouth was open, her own tongue was flicking over her moist lips as she watched Vicki devouring Fred's meat. She felt her own breathing, flexed her thighs together and felt the new wetness there...

 

[The Dragon]

That was wonderful.
I wait on the edge of my seat for the next installment

 

[D_Fiona_Farvel]

Very nice! It almost got me 'there'.
The character descriptions were good - I loved how you allowed the reader to learn about the group with Sue. The use of senses was a strong touch as well. I really liked the blindfold/intiation part, very sexy. Good read.

 

[HazelGod]

The dark man slipped behind her and she pushed her hips back slightly, feeling his cock growing firm against her ass. Her eyes widened slightly as his rod continued to grow and she began to realize the size of it. It was enormous! Even allowing for the fact that he was taller than her, she could feel the head pushing up against the small of her back.

Vicki was still pumping her head vigorously up and down on Fred's crotch, and he was beginning to respond. He rocked his hips gently, slightly. He was still letting Vicki do all of the work, enjoying the sensation, not wanting it to end.

Around them other couples were turning to each other, spreading out around the room, starting to make love again. Sue felt ready, felt again that there was no limit to what she could do tonight. She reached a hand behind her, grasped the base of the dark man's cock. Her fingers barely closed around the shaft. As she gently stroked it up and down, he wrapped his arms around her, one arm across her breasts, the other sliding down across her flat stomach to her dark nest of pussy hair. The problem was, she realized, he was just too tall. Even his long arms couldn't reach all the way down to the warm crease where she wanted--no, needed--his stimulation.

Continuing to gently jack his long cock with her right hand, she turned to face him, so that her hand and his big shaft were trapped between their bodies. She raised her mouth for his long, probing kiss, raking her teeth gently over his tongue as he thrust it deep into her mouth. Then as he slowly slid his tongue back, she lowered her head and began licking and kissing his tiny flat nipples, her tongue matting the curly hairs on his pectorals. His rod jerked slightly in her hand and she felt his breathing rate increase. She smiled inwardly; after being aroused by others all evening it was nice to be taking the lead for a change. But she was rapidly losing control of her own body; the sweet cream between her legs was beginning to flow again.

Her self-control was not helped by the surroundings. Low moans and whispers again filled the room. She could hear the rhythmic slap of skin on skin as at least one couple gained speed, and right behind her she could still hear Vicki slurping up and down on Fred Norris' cock.

Could she really take this huge tool all the way into her? She knew the question was irrelevant; she was going to take it, had to take it. Reaching her free left hand up to his shoulder she urged her tall lover to his knees as she knelt with him, still holding his rod. Without releasing her grip, she guided him around onto his back, legs stretched out, his stiff pole in the air. He smiled through half-closed eyes and Sue smiled back, eagerness beginning to show in her rapid breath and flushed complexion.

Sliding her hand further up, she swung a leg over his hips and straddled his body, facing his head. His eyes were closed. She stayed high on her knees, reaching below her to move him around. She lowered herself a little, and guided the head of his cock till it just nestled between her outer lips. Then she released her hold and leaned forward, resting both her hands on his shoulders. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and began to slowly, slowly, lower herself onto him. Her tunnel was wet and hot, and his staff was not quite as thick as George Frost's had been, at least at the tip. She felt the head slide between her inner lips. Sue slid back with excruciating slowness, feeling her pussy being filled all the way up. She felt her love channel being stretched as it had never been, deeper and deeper, till she thought the head was poking all the way into her stomach. His teeth were clenched now, and Sue knew he was fighting hard to remain still, resisting the urge to ram up into her.

After what seemed like forever, Sue felt his wiry pubic hair tickling against her ass cheeks and knew she was nearly there. With a final push she came to rest on him, smiling in triumph. She was fully impaled, pinned like a butterfly. But Sue knew she could still go farther. Slowly she lifted her hands from his shoulders and leaned back until she was sitting straight up with the huge cock all the way inside her. It was unbelievable! Her pussy was stuffed completely full, penetrated more deeply than ever before. Her lower lips were stretched wide and her throbbing clit pressed against his pubic bone and firm muscles. She slid her hands up her sides, grasped her breasts, the sensation jolting through her body. Sue looked down at his handsome face, saw him smiling at her, realized he knew what she was feeling. Of course he did, she thought...it must be like this with every woman on this cock.

Sue felt him flex his buttocks, pushing his cock up. "Ohh," she moaned, her pulse beginning to race. She rocked slowly forward, sliding his cock three or four inches out, feeling the void it left, then leaned back again, sliding back down to the base. Again she rocked, then again, gaining in speed as she gained confidence, till she was steadily fucking him, every stroke stretching her pussy again. As she established a rhythm Sue realized that she could make this pleasure last a long time. As good as it felt, her two earlier climaxes had taken the edge off her desire, and she had no burning need to race to a finish.

She looked around her, taking pleasure from the erotic sights and sounds. Not two feet from her head, Fred Norris was finally beginning to respond with some vigor, raising his buttocks to push his shaft harder and faster into Vicki's mouth. On the floor a few feet in front of her, Phil Nordstrom and Ginny Frost were locked in a sixty-nine position, with Ginny on top lovingly licking his shaft and occasionally grimacing with pleasure as his active tongue found a sensitive spot in Ginny's pink pussy. On the couch, she could see Alan with the beautiful blonde, Kim Nordstrom, in the classic missionary position. Kim's thighs were spread wide, her ankles wrapped behind Alan's ass, urging him into her. Her head was back, her mouth was open and gasping for breath each time Alan rammed into her, as her hands clutched at his broad back. Free now of jealousy, Sue admired the sheer beauty of the act. She found herself wondering whether she and Alan looked that beautiful when they made love.

Couples and groups formed and rearranged as Sue rode her patient lover. Betty Norris, on all fours again, with George Frost's shaft in her mouth as Rod Peterson lay on his back between her legs and licked her dripping slit. The giggly blonde, Bethann, sucking on Rod's erect prick. Beside her, she heard Fred Norris start to come, growling hoarsely as he lost control. Sue turned her head in time to see Vicki quickly pull her mouth off his spurting cock, letting his hot cream splash on her face, then on her small hard breasts. Smiling wickedly, Vicki grasped Fred's joystick with her left hand, milking it for the last few drops, while with her right she scooped some of the white cream from her cheeks and sensuously licked it off her fingers.

Sue turned her attention back to her own partner. He was beginning to push his hips up, into her rocking motion, and Sue knew his explosion could not be far away. She leaned forward, resting her hands on the carpet above his shoulders. Bending lower, she let her nipples rub against his hard chest. She rocked back harder on his spear, then harder still, fucking herself onto him with growing intensity. His hands came up and seized the sides of her hips, as his own hips rose off the carpet. Control had passed from her to him now; up till this point Sue had been in charge but now his strength and lust enabled him to move her body, sliding it up and down on his shaft. Sue let go of her restraint, threw herself into his powerful fucking, felt herself nearing the climax she had postponed. The tingling in her pussy grew stronger as his pounding rod stroked in and out, stretching, sliding, stroking the sensitive tissues. Sue felt her body begin to float, almost weightless, as that wonderful sensation grew, as all her senses became focused on the hot, throbbing shaft inside her. She heard moaning, nearly continuous, rising in pitch, throbbing with the rhythm of their fucking, hardly realizing it was her own.

"Ahhhh, ahh, Ohhh, Unnhhhh, unhhh, Oh...." Her pussy was throbbing now, squeezing at his cock as her ass ground out of control. She felt his cock inside her beginning to jerk, felt his hands clench tight on her ass cheeks, and knew his orgasm was on its way. "Unhh, unhh, oohh, fuck, oohh, OOHHH, OOOHHH, FUUCCCKK, AAHHHHHH!!" Her body shook as her pussy ground against him, her breasts crushed themselves on his chest and her third climax of the night swept through her, leaving her panting and collapsed on his body.

Sue finished the evening, still naked, curled up in Alan's lap in the easy chair as they watched the last few acts of love among the other partygoers. She and Alan had not made love that night. It didn't matter. They had before, they would again. For now it was enough just to feel herself wrapped warmly in his arms, to feel as close to him as she ever had, to laugh with him as they sorted out their clothes from around the floor, to kiss him warmly as she climbed back into her car, a different woman than she had been a few hours ago.

The sky was beginning to lighten as she drove home through the deserted streets, and the sun rose as she climbed the stairs to her small apartment, pulled her clothes off again, and slid between the sheets of her bed.

 

[The Dragon]

I'm lost for words.
I now have to retire for the evening.

 

[Rosie50]

Oh my. Fantastic story. I'm a huge fan. Having never had a huge cock, sharing in Sue's experience with one was wonderful. Please write more.

 

[HazelGod]

Thank you for your words of appreciation, ladies. I'm very glad you enjoyed the story.

If I'm feeling inspired, I may post another. I can't say whether it would follow Sue's further awakenings, or may be something entirely new.

 

[4357]

Wow Hazelgod,
Absolutely fantastic story! The details, the pace starting slowly and building, everything was great! I hope that you write some more for us - your fans!
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[Diesel2215]

Wow Hazelgod,
Absolutely fantastic story! The details, the pace starting slowly and building, everything was great! I hope that you write some more for us - your fans!
:biggrin1:
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Thank you to xaviercm2 for bringing this story to the top. If he hadn't I would have missed it entirely. You are a very talented writer. Thank you for sharing.
Wow!! That's all I can say!!

More Please

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[sounder1]

What a great story. Can we expect more ? Thanks.