by Logan Woods
Katie screamed and began to thrash beneath him, distracting him from the ministrations of Lily and Jessie. Katie’s legs raised and her heels drummed on Dan’s back. Dan plunged into her as deeply as he could go and held himself there. Katie’s spasmic reaction told him he had done the right thing.
Ordinarily, Katie would have stayed right where she was, with the comforting weight of this beautiful man on top of her, basking in the close contact and the feel of his hard penis still inside her. But this was not an ordinary circumstance, and she could feel the need and desire of two other women who were as close to her as sisters could have been. Katie reluctantly dragged herself out from under Dan’s big frame, and pulled Jessie’s fragile little frame beneath him.
Jessie eagerly spread her legs, her heels pounding at the small of his back. Dan knew there was no resisting this little minx, and he obligingly drove his cock deep inside Jessie’s tiny little pussy. She responded with a scream of delight. “Oh Jesus, Dan, fuck me!” Lily anxiously lay on Jessie’s belly, licking at her pussy and Dan’s cock.
Jessie lasted no time at all before she began a rhythmic chanting. “Fuck me Dan, fuck me hard!” She said it like a mantra until she was cumming madly around his cock. It had been very hard to restrain himself and not cum during Jessie’s orgasm.
Lily was last, and in spite of the experience she claimed, Dan took it slowly with her. He entered her tiny body slowly, as if she was a virgin. By the time he was seated in her full length, Lily had her arms and legs both locked around his muscular frame. Her fists and heels pounded on him as she urged him to fuck her at the top of her voice. Katie and Jessie were laughing at her antics so hard that there were tears in their eyes.
Dan was watching the tiny woman incredulously as she demanded his full strength. He had no choice but to do as she asked… and when he did he unleashed a sexual dynamo he would never have expected from a woman so small.
When Lily came she took Dan with her on the wildest ride of his life. There was no hope that he would be ready again for hours. As he lay on the floor of the small bedroom in the cabin with three indulgent females paying close, hot, and wet attention to every part of his exhausted body, Dan wondered if he would survive this vacation. He smiled to himself as—despite the busy hands, tongues, and lips—he fell asleep.
SWINGER'S
TEST
Logan Woods
It was a juvenile party game, which was probably why it was so much fun. Everyone in the room had divided into two sides, males on one side, females on the other. They had all put on blindfolds and then they had shuffled their positions. Then they had trotted out one from each side into a line. The lights were turned out and the music turned up, and the dance began.
The rules were simple. Each person put their hands on the person in front of them. When the music stopped, everyone turned in the other direction, quietly taking advantage of the lull in the music to explore further than they could while dancing. Minutes later, the music would start again. There was no restriction on where the hands of the person behind you could go during the dance, and no recriminations afterwards because no one would know who had fondled who…and clothes could be loosened, but not removed. It was a fun party game, and frankly, a kind of filter to find out if couples were ready for the next step in forming a swingers group. The couples who really enjoyed the play would be invited to a watch and be watched party, with no interchange between couples. The process was not as subtle as it could be, but the core swinger group that hosted the parties was always eager for new blood. The core group’s numbers weren’t constant because there were always people who got out of the lifestyle for various reasons.
Janet Steele was an exotic looking woman in her early twenties. Her father was an American serviceman who had met her mother in the Philippines and married her. She was tiny, less than five feet tall, and her body was perfectly formed, from the top of her raven black hair to the tips of her manicured toes. Her face would have been at home on any supermodel… hell, she might have been a supermodel had she been taller. It was a safe bet that any man who danced behind her would know instantly who she was. Janet didn’t care at all, she already knew that she was on the path to becoming a full-fledged swinger. She was here to convince her husband. Janet had dressed for the occasion…underneath her thin summer sundress, she was naked.
Jason Steele was an attractive man about five feet ten inches tall with the lithe build of the swimmer he was. He was perfectly happy with his gorgeous tiny wife, but he occasionally wished that she had bigger tits. Janet was everything any man could want in a bed partner and a wife…she was the most awesome cocksucker he had ever seen, and she seemed to love it, and there was nothing sexual she wouldn’t try. Still, he hadn’t been enthusiastic about the swinging thing…until Janet had introduced him to one of her Filipina friends. Layla had been an exotic dancer in the Philippines before she had met and married a GI and moved to the U.S. Layla had what was called in the trade a pair of “aftermarket” breasts that were perfectly shaped, firm, and huge on her tiny frame. After meeting Layla and being told she would be at the party, Jason had become more enthusiastic.
The lineup and shuffle had been completed and the dancers had formed the line. The music was lively, and Janet was exploring with her tiny hands as soon as the music started. She went straight for the dick on the man in front of her. She was inside his zipper and massaging his cock before they had taken a step. The man behind her was more timid, running his hands over the outside of her dress, feeling her sides and thighs. Impatiently, Janet spread her stance a little wider to give him access to her pussy. When the timid hands didn’t take the hint, she wasted precious seconds to take one hand and pull her dress up, tucking it up over the back of her dress so that her entire ass was bare to his hands. This time he took the hint. Janet was almost instantly soaked from the frantic touch of his hands.
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On down the line, Jason had reached for and found a pretty decent-sized set of tits to fondle. He could feel the woman shiver as he cupped her breasts, and even through her bra he could feel her nipples rise against his thumbs. Whoever she was, she was thrilled to have a strange man’s hands on her tits. She slowed down to let him get closer to her ass. The woman behind Jason was carefully tracing his cock through his jeans, and then had her hands inside, cupping his balls with one hand and feeling his shaft with the other. She felt his stiff cock bump against the ass of the woman in front of him, and she guided his swollen cock to the crack of the other woman’s ass. It jumped in her hand as she rubbed him against the soft fabric covering the front dancer’s ass.
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Janet was wishing the silly part would be over as she jacked off her front dancer’s hard cock, running her fingers softly over the knob. A drop of precum dribbled from its thick end onto her hand and she quickly brought it around to her mouth to taste. It was thick and creamy and nutty tasting, with a hint of pineapple. This considerate man had anticipated and prepared for a blowjob… and somehow, Janet determined, she was going to give him one before the night was much older. Her hand returned to the thick penis, the delicate strokes of her fingers miming the touch of her mouth, Janet opened her mouth and wetly kissed what bare skin she could find at the top of his ass, and then wetly dragged the broad flat of her tongue over it. There was no question left with the front dancer about what Janet wanted.
The rest of the dancers were more modest than Janet, going slower, and still covering the vital places. Here and there a hand had found bare flesh at a breast or a penis, but by and large the hands were still groping through clothes. But things were definitely heating up.
The music stopped, and the rustle of clothing and a substantial amount of heavy breathing could be heard in the darkness. Janet wasted no time in sticking her head around the front dancer’s waist and sucking in as much of his cock as she could from this angle. The dancer behind her had discovered her bare ass and was busily feeling her wet pussy. Janet tried to let him know she wanted his
cock instead of his hand, but there was no talking allowed… God, she wanted a dick inside her!
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The dancer behind Jason was definitely all about feeling his cock as it slid into another pussy. When the music stopped, her hand pulled his jockey shorts down and freed his stiff cock. Her hand stroked him, and her other hand reached for the hem of the dress in front of him. After a little fumbling, and perhaps a little hesitation from the dancer in front, Jason felt two hands guiding him into a very wet pussy. He heard the woman in front of him suck in her breath sharply, and then she slammed back against him, wiggling frantically as she felt him fully inside her. Jason reached behind him, seeking a breast that was gladly offered. He vaguely felt another hand fondling the other generous breast, but he was strangely turned on by the anonymous nature of the sex.
~
The music started and Janet reluctantly slid the swollen prick out of her mouth. She had almost gotten the pineapple flavored nectar out of him, but the damned music started just as she was about to get her reward. She turned, rolling the top of her dress down so that it was just a waistband, her breasts and pussy free for whatever she could get. There was no time to be pissed…she leaned forward to press her tits against the man who had used his hand instead of his cock. Janet rubbed the stiff nipples across the back of his shirt, and then lifted his shirt and repeated the nipple brush against his bare skin. When she reached around his slim waist, she found herself more turned on than ever. This cock was larger than the last!
The music stopped, and the host announced that some of the couples had left and that there would need to be some changes made. Everyone adjusted their clothing and moved around haphazardly, trying to maintain their anonymity. The lights came on and blindfolds were removed. More than a few of the couples had left, Janet saw, and there were only half a dozen couples remaining.
The hosts put their heads together for a moment and then offered the remaining couples a choice. They could either advance to the ‘watch and be watched’ phase, or they could play a game similar to ‘spin the bottle’, the difference being that there would be two circles, one male and one female. One member of each circle would go to the opposite circle and spin the bottle. The member that the bottle stopped on had two choices. The first was a three minute minimum/ seven minute maximum sex act involving penetration of some kind in the center of the circle, or seven minutes in a closet alone… the closet had to be entered nude.
The group talked among themselves, and when the vote was taken, it was unanimous for the spin the bottle game. Jason was horny now, and the flame of desire for strange pussy had been ignited in him… he wasn’t helpless yet, but he was past caution.
There was a brief recess before the new game started, and they all had drinks and snacks. Janet had a frozen margarita, her favorite, and she moved around the room, watching the couples. She and Jason had agreed to hang around other people tonight, just to get the feel of the group without trying to influence each other.
Jason had gone for a mojito, and, like Janet, was wandering the room. He was approached by a woman as tall as he was who had to be among the youngest at the party.
“Is this your first time, too?” she asked.
Jason nodded as he looked at the young beauty in front of him. She was obviously attracted to Jason, and as he gazed at her generous breasts under the purple satin pullover shirt, the nipples on her braless breasts hardened. She put a free hand on Jason’s wrist to steady herself. “It makes me so hot when guys stare at my titties,” she said.
“Then you must stay horny all the time,” Jason said, “It’s hard not to stare at those things.”
She handed him her drink, and raised her shirt up to her chin. “Do you really like them?”
Jason chuckled, “Yes, I do.” She dropped her shirt happily and grabbed her drink.
“I am so glad,” she said, “I think they’re too big, but my husband thinks they’re perfect.” She pointed at a tall slender man watching them from across the room. Jason raised his glass to the man and smiled, and the tall man returned the gesture and continued his conversation with a tall thin redhead with pillowy breasts.
“He likes girls with big breasts,” Jason said humorously.
She chuckled back, “I’m Sara,” she said, offering her hand, “and yes, he does, that’s why I wanted another opinion.” She saw Jason’s eyes lingering on her breasts and giggled, “Maybe you weren’t the right guy to ask!” Her free hand caressed his erection through his pants.
Jason smiled at her. “Sara,” he said, “See that tiny woman in the bright sundress?” Sara leaned forward, incidentally pushing her right breast into his drink hand. She nodded, her face near to his, and showing no desire to remove her soft but firm tit from his hand. “That’s my wife,” he said.
“Wow,” Sara said, “She’s gorgeous.” She rubbed her tit into Jason’s hand more. “She has small tits.” Sara observed. She pulled Jason’s free hand under her shirt and placed it on her breast, smiling at him as the nipple rose against his palm. Her hand lowered to the front of his pants and her fingers curled around his cock. “This is making me hot,” she said, “and I don’t know if I can wait for that damned bottle before I get some relief. Do you think we have time to fuck before it starts? Or at least give me a little taste?” Her mouth opened wide and she wagged her tongue at him. “Come on,” she teased, “just give me a little taste, please?” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “I’ll take my shirt off so you can see my titties while I suck you.”
Jason drained his frozen margarita in one gulp, “You just made me an offer I can’t refuse.” Sara giggled and pulled him into the pantry in the kitchen.
Closing the door, Sara whipped off her purple top and thrust her tits into his face. “Give them a little kiss darlin’,” she said, grabbing at his pants, “I’m in a hurry.” She dropped his pants to the floor and pulled his shorts down to his knees… and she followed them. Sara was a big girl, and her mouth swallowed Jason’s cock quickly and without a pause. The inside of her mouth was an inferno. She sucked at him so hard it almost hurt, and she began stuffing his balls inside her mouth as well, sucking and slurping noisily.
Jason had had his balls sucked before, but never at the same time inside the same mouth as his cock. The sheer pleasure of the act had him up on his toes, his dick throbbing harder than it had ever been before. Sara was making animal noises of encouragement, and he felt her finger enter his ass, reaching for his prostate. There was never any question about holding back or making it last. When Sara’s finger massaged his prostate he blew his load explosively. Sara never missed a beat, she swallowed every drop. She stood and clasped him to her breasts as she finished swallowing.
“I’ve wanted that since I got here,” she whispered as she slipped the purple top back on. She left him in the pantry.
~
Janet was leaning against the doorframe in the living room, trying to guess which man was the pineapple eater. From the size of his hips and the type of fabric his pants were made of, she had narrowed it down to two men. The host summoned them to the main room and organized the two circles. The first “spinners” were picked and sent to their respective circles.
The woman in the men’s circle was a slender blonde cheerleader type, with an athletic body and a well developed sense of showmanship. With an excited squeal, she spun the bottle on the floor. It stopped on Sara’s husband and he looked at the cheerleader with a lustful eye.
The host pulled a card from the pink deck at the spinner’s seat. “Doggie!” he announced with a grin.
With absolutely no sense of shyness the cheerleader slipped her little black party dress from her body, and a collective sigh went up from the five men in the circle. Sara’s husband stripped and stood next to her.
“Closet or circle?” the host asked.
The two were almost frothing at the mouth to get at each other, but the host held them up while the other circle spun their bottle. The tall dark-haired m
an spun the bottle, and it landed on a tanned, fit woman of about thirty with short brown hair and a very pretty face. The host pulled a blue card from the deck in the ladies circle.
“Lad’s Choice!” the host read. “Circle or closet?”
The tanned woman was more than a little shy, and picked the closet. Her choice was met with good natured teasing and catcalls, and the dark-haired guy took her hand and led her to the closet. The whole room watched as they disrobed each other. The shy woman seemed to lose a little of her shyness as she saw her partner’s large erect cock and her nipples got hard. She led him into the closet by his penis.
The cheerleader type knelt down in the new circle formed by the two circles as they closed in tight around the two. Sara’s husband had wilted a little during the wait, and the blonde waggled her ass at him. Within seconds he was hard again. Everyone crowded together to watch.
Janet lay on her forearms and stomach and watched with interest as Sara’s husband’s large cock entered the blonde’s pussy. She was about to reach down between her legs when she felt a hand slip under her dress and fondle her naked ass. The man close to her was thin and lanky, with a mass of unruly sandy blonde hair that gave him a boyish look. As the cheerleader began to yelp from the pounding Sara’s husband was giving her, Janet spread her legs and felt the man’s fingers float over her open pussy. She raised her hips and sought his fingers. She was finally rewarded by the penetration of his middle finger into her soaking pussy.
Janet sighed as she felt him stroking the inside walls of her pussy, the long finger searching for the thick vein on the front wall, the one that covered the bundle of nerves that was her g spot. He found it and she jumped, her legs spreading wider and her nipples hardening. She was really beginning to enjoy the open sexuality of the party, and the loose sexy feeling in her belly.
