Novel & Cerita Erotic Swinger Stories

“You don’t come until I say. You hold it.” He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth. “Please, please let me—” “Not yet.”

I let my inhibitions fall away and started to fuck her face. "Yes you sweet fucking hag suck my big cock. I am going to fill that worthless cunt you call your face with my seed, and you will thank me. Suck me cunt, suck the fuck juice from my cock." She definitely liked the verbal abuse I was giving her. Her left hand was busy fucking her pussy and her other hand had pulled her blouse open and she was pulling savagely on her nipple stretching it further than I thought humanly possible. This woman was a swinger in the true sense of the word. She put everything she had into the suck job I was getting.

"Well, it's not like a cult or anything. Duncan is my boss at my other job. He and his wife Kelly introduced me to some of their friends. At first... it was just like... parties on Saturdays at people's houses. But we started to get a little friskier, and... without going into ALOT of detail, we're all part of a swinger's group." Sam didn't know what that meant. "I'm... I don't know what swingers are." Kara smiled. "Well, we get together and have sex. Swingers are people that fool around outside of their marriages. I guess you could call Duncan and Kelly and I poly-amorous." "That's certainly interesting," she said. "I guess I've heard of swinging before but didn't realize that was here in t

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

Meanwhile, our bodies united in perfect rhythm as my throbbing dick plunged deep into her core. My pace quickened, and I thrust with abandon, each drive more fervent than the last. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room as the swing knocked against the ceiling. My girl matched my hunger, embracing each thrust and craving more. Her arousal coated us both, and our movements became slick and frenzied.

“Yours! God, Sam, it’s yours!” He released her hair, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned into her. The room filled with the sound of their collision, wet and savage. “Tell me you loved it,” he demanded, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Tell me you loved being their free-use whore.” “I loved it!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her. “I loved every fucking second! I’m your whore! Your gangbang slut!”

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Mark and Sarah pulled their sleek black SUV into the discreet underground parking of Club Eclipse, the city’s most exclusive high-end swingers venue. At 34 and 36 respectively, they had talked about this night for months, fantasies whispered during slow Sunday mornings, boundaries negotiated over wine. Tonight they were finally here. Sarah’s heart hammered as she smoothed the short emerald dress that hugged her full C-cup breasts and flared over her hips. Mark squeezed her hand. “We can leave anytime, baby. Just say the word.”

He took a big swig of his drink and said, “Wait. Are you…. Are you guys swingers?” I just came right out and said it, there was no use trying to pretend anymore. “No, I just want to fuck my wife with another man” His mouth hung open as his jaw dropped in disbelief, I had to imagine it was the first time he had ever heard someone say that. Hell, it was the first time in years that I had ever said that to someone. He didn’t say another word, he just sat there, watching my wife and drinking his drink. I could tell I had planted a seed in his mind as he imagined double teaming my wife.

I hovered over her, crashing my lips onto hers in a hot, messy kiss while my large hands cupped her full, heavy breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her sensitive nipples between my fingers. Anita moaned loudly into my mouth, her thighs spreading wide open for me. I slid my hand down her flat stomach, finding her wet, swollen heat between her legs. I buried two fingers deep inside her wet core, pumping them in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion while my thumb stroked her sensitive clit. "Ah! Kayzer, yes! Fuck, please!" Anita squealed, her back arching wildly off the mattress as her inner walls clamped tightly around my fingers, her entire body shaking as a powerful orgasm crashed