Erotic Story Swing Novels & Stories

I thrashed wildly, squirting violently across his arm and chest in powerful, repeated gushes that left the bench drenched. Elena and Alex arrived as the frenzy peaked. They took their seats as Marcus moved me to the sex swing. Suspended and utterly helpless, my body dangled while he flogged every inch, tits bouncing with each strike, ass and spread pussy lips glowing red. Hot wax poured in thick streams over my clamped nipples, stomach, and dripping holes. Electro-stim pads delivered intense, rhythmic shocks across my most sensitive areas. Marcus fucked me swinging with primal force: deep, cervix-battering pussy thrusts that made my heavy tits bounce violently; brutal anal reaming that left

I pulled her hips up, flipping her around onto her hands and knees, and drove into her from behind. The bed creaked rhythmically under our combined weight, sweat slicking our skin as the room grew hotter around us. "Aahh, mmmnnn, it is too much," she cried out, her fingers digging into the mattress, her body shaking on the verge of a release. But I did not let her cross the edge just yet. I pulled back, flipped her back onto her front, and pinned her hands above her head. Tears of pure pleasure leaked from the corners of her eyes as she looked up at me, breathless and completely open.

“Lie back, baby, and scoot down a little to give me some room.” With Tom lying in the middle of the bed on his back, his erection pointing to his chin and resting alluringly on his taut belly, Eric prepared to position himself. He stood up, and turned around so that his back was to Tom, crawled back on the bed, and straddled him. He lifted his ass in the air, so that he could aim his raging hard-on over his lover’s lips. Tom reached up with his mouth open, ready to take Eric’s generous length in, when Eric spoke. “Swallow. I’ll do the same.”

"I love reading erotic stories." Raymond smirked. “No, I don't have it. And... I don’t think you actually need it. I can give you what you need.” He rose and took steps towards her. She was still bent down, looking for something she didn't actually need. He reached closer and grabbed her skirt, then raised it higher, baring her lace-covered ass. Before she could open her mouth and say anything, he gave her a spank. Naomi gasped, jerking forward, but her gasp twisted into a moan.

He thrust into her one more time, and she came again, screaming out his name. Her thighs shook, and her head fell forward onto his shoulder from the climax. She had never had so many orgasms in a row like that. Martin must have known she was touch-starved and the seduction tactic would work on her. But she didn't care. Who wouldn't want such an experience from the person they loved the most? "I can't take this anymore," she whimpered in his ear, completely out of breath.

He smacked my ass, then lifted me up slowly until only the tip remained inside before dropping me back down. He kept doing it — lifting me and letting me fall. It felt like I was on an amusement ride, except on this ride my insides were getting rearranged every time I came down. He continued until that familiar burning sensation started building. I gripped onto his legs, leaning forward a little, and started fucking myself faster on his cock. Giving him a perfect view of my greedy pussy swallowing him. “Fuck, you’re close, huh?” He smacked my ass again. “Cum for me. Cream my cock.”

"Come." Ignoring the butterflies performing dive bombs in her stomach, Jackie slowly padded toward him. "Do you know what this is?" She chewed her lower lip. "I have a pretty good idea." "And?" Jackie flushed crimson. "It's a sex swing?" She eyed the device curiously. Two padded straps connected the ends of the curved overhead bar, one longer than the other. Two short straps with cuffs at the ends hung suspended from a chain at the center of the bar. And at either end of the bar hung a longer strap with cuffs at the end, presumably for ankles.

Erika bit her lip for a second, then said, "Hey! On a not-so side note, can we think of calling, um... all this sort of thing something besides 'swinging'? It sounds like we are coked-up people from the seventies." "Sure," I replied. "But what do we call it? And why is it a 'not-so side' issue?" "How about 'horsing around', until we come up with something better?" mused Erika. "And as for the not a side issue, I'm wondering if we should consider making our 'horsing around' activities go in some different directions from what Peter and Sara focus on..."

He grabbed her hips and buried his face straight into her pussy, dragging his wet tongue hard against her core. Because she was held up only by her hands tied to the ceiling, her body began to swing heavily in the air, transforming her into a literal swing of raw flesh. She had zero footing. Saul sucked on her clit with ravenous voracity, shoving his tongue deep inside her. Her body rocked back and forth with the sheer force of every single lick. Overwhelmed by the crushing waves of pleasure, she tried to squirm and force her legs shut in midair. I delivered a brutal, heavy slap to her ass from behind.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the