Erotic Story Swing Novels & Stories

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

He shifted his hips which caused his rock hard shaft to swing inches in front of my face. "You already tasted my balls. Just look at this big thing swinging in front of you. Don't you want to suck on it?" Barry's cock looked so hard and powerful as it swung in front of me. "I don't know," I sounded desperate as my eyes remained transfixed. "It looks so hard... and veiny."

She batted her eyelashes at me, and I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight to me as I let go of the swing. "Why the hell are we wasting time here, then?" I palmed her ass, fitting her to me more securely. "We may not be able to have swing sex right now, but I'll bet you a second orgasm I can make you scream my name before we're in your bed for five minutes." She grinned. "Let me get this straight. You make me scream your name-which implies a first orgasm-and then I get a second? Or you do?" "Who cares? I figure we're both winners, either way." "Agreed. Race you to my bedroom."

Mara I was still shaking on that velvet mattress in Marcus’s basement with a swollen and used pussy. My body felt wrecked in the best and worst ways, but little did I know that my mouth had other plans. Marcus stood there in the red glow of his basement swinging that thick gold dildo towards me like he expected me to say yes without thinking. I almost laughed, except nothing felt funny anymore. “Marcus, as much as I would like to play with you, I can barely catch my breath right now. Let me rest or better still, let it be another time.”

“But right now I’m not away. Let us enjoy ourselves. Will you lie on your stomach and kneel for me? Let’s try a new style.” I nodded quickly, even though I was nervous. I turned over and got on my knees, my face down on and my ass up as Eric moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, holding me steady. Then I felt the big head of his cock at my entrance again. He pushed in slowly at first but this new position felt much deeper. I screamed loudly as he filled me completely in one smooth thrust. “Are you calling for help, my beloved?” Eric chuckled behind me. “No one is going to hear you. This place is soundproof.”

I exploded deeply, as my entire being melded with my surroundings. The orgasm throbbed in my brain and I did not even realize Robert had pulled my legs up around his waist, holding me up by my backside, and carried me to the swing. He sat down so that I was straddled over him in his lap facing him. My hands moved to his soft hair as he lowered his head and hands to my breasts. The fondling and nibbling on my hard nipples only served to continue the throbbing inside my body. I needed him inside me. Not with a mad passion, but in quiet desperation.

Erwin chose his words carefully while subtly edging toward the opposite side of the deck—in case Hendrix decided to send him flying into the sea while he wasn't paying attention. Hendrix stared at him expressionlessly. "You sure it was an invitation?" Erwin held his gaze for a moment before suddenly smiling. "Hendrix, how about we make a bet?" "What?" "I actually didn't invite her. I lied and told her you've been captured by me and made her come alone to save you. So, Hendrix, do you think she'll show up?" "Yes," Hendrix answered without even hesitating for a microsecond.

“Taking my cock like my perfect little slut. Swallow me.” I pulled out with a wet pop, stroked myself hard and fast, my fist flying, and I came. Thick, hot ropes erupted across her tongue, her lips, and her chin. I groaned rough and deep, hips jerking with every violent pulse. She kept her mouth open, catching what she could, swallowing greedily. The rest splattered her neck, dripped between her breasts, and ran in sticky trails down her stomach. She looked completely wrecked—beautiful, filthy, covered in me.

, her moments of solitude as she said, when she was needy. That man who took her to a swing party, where they exchanged partners on a night of stars, getting involved with their legs spread, between women and men, who exchanged between them, tangled, while they were fucking, cock inside tight vaginas, in which they passed between sex and orgy, love, pleasure and seduction. With romantic relationships where he had a series of women, again, in sex-switching games, where they ended up in back-to-back thrusting, inside random women where the random romances took on a life of their own.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier