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By *est-couple OP Man
over a year ago
Southwick (near Trowbridge) |
As Jason skilfully took possession of my body, I felt the bed move as Bill laid Ruth gently down beside me. In a similar gesture of non-resistance, her womanly opening yielded to the pressure of my boyfriend’s engorged glans and he slid his length inside her. As Bill fucked Ruth, and as Jason fucked me, I looked lovingly into Bill’s eyes and mouthed ‘I love you’ silently to him. ‘I love you too’ was his silent reply. I felt a slight pressure on my right, as Ruth slipped her hand into mine, our fingers intertwining. We tilted our heads sideways towards each other and gazed into each other’s eyes. What a moment of queer intimacy, of understanding – what creatures of desire we were. The boys continued to fuck us, falling naturally enough into the same rhythm. Our crotches were on the very edge of the bed, so our lovers were in effect kneeling between our spread thighs. As Bill’s hands opened Ruth’s thighs a little wider, I felt her flesh-coloured nylons rub sensuously against my own bare outer thigh. It made me wonder what the feel of nylon on nylon might be, and thought that this was what Bill must feel when I wrapped my own stocking-clad thighs around his thrusting crotch when he fucked me in the private intimacy of one of our student rooms. That was then: this was now, though, and it was Jason who was fucking me, owning me as a lover, Jason who had lifted my thighs to give him a deeper access to my moist red interior. Suzanne’s boyfriend’s cock felt huge as it ploughed my furrow deeply and passionately, and the whole kinkiness of the situation was compounded when my boyfriend’s right hand fondled my gyrating right breast as he fucked my fellow student, while Jason’s hand caressed the wobbling equivalent on Ruth’s aroused body. The boys fucked us deliciously, while on the other side of the room we could see Suzanne taking Graham deep in her back passage, doggy style. She had made him turn so that both of them could enjoy the spectacle of those they loved the most, the partners of their own bed, being fucked and displayed before their eager eyes. Bill adjusted Ruth to a similar position to that I was in, yet his hand seem inexplicably to till remain on my breast. I looked down to see the manicured right hand of Ruth, who had taken possession of my soft orb. She had turned half to face me, as her left hand was still entwined in mine. Needless to say, I reciprocated, my left hand caressing the yielding globe of her breast and, yes, we did share a long, tonguey kiss – I kissed a girl…. and I liked it! That kiss, indeed, was what sent the boys finally over the edge. Their pace increased as if by some mysterious command within, and I felt the glans of Jason push even deeper into my vaginal passage, deeper even than my boyfriend Bill had ever been. The head of his cock was battering my cervix, and I felt it swell and increase to massive proportion – it was huge within me – as it spewed its burden of seed deep within my womb, filling me with the essence of man, making me feel truly womanly in the arms of a man who was not my boyfriend. Ruth and I had broken off our French kiss as our respective climaxes came upon us, and I gazed into Jason’s eyes as he came, entering into his very soul, claiming him momentarily as mine, mine only, my lover. Bill seeded Ruth just a moment later, his eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he roared his release and Ruth shuddered herself into orgasm. This set me off for a second cumming, and my vaginal walls contracted and squeezed the last drops of fluid from Jason’s still vibrating cock. ‘I love you, Ruth’. The words shocked me, for he looked at me as he said them. ‘I love you, M–––’, said Jason. I was confused and then realised it was the ecstasy of release talking – why shouldn’t you love the person you have just fucked, even momentarily. ‘I love you, Jason’, I said, with truth and conviction in my voice, as Ruth said the same to Bill. I looked again at Bill – ‘I love you, Bill’. His reply was as sure and as certain as mine. He loved me. ‘Hey, what about me?’ ‘I love you, Ruth’, I said, and kissed her deeply again. The noise of Graham’s orgasm brought us out of this hazy, teenage love-in, and we turned to watch as Suzanne frigged her tender clitty to a fine creaming, whilst Graham, ever the gentleman, pulled out of her now distended and reddened arsehole and treated us all to the unprecedented sight of four discrete spurts of hot cream half way up her back. It had been, by all accounts, a great evening and our first – and successful – foray into swinging or, as it was called in those days, wife swapping. |
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