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Ginny Frost's voice said "Number seven," and the woman behind Sue stepped away. Sue's ass cheeks tingled at the touch of her trailing fingers. It was a man who stood behind her now--Sue felt his chest against her back, felt the bulge of his hard cock through his slacks, pressing against the crack of her ass. His arms reached around under hers, his long fingers lifted and squeezed her breasts. He pulled her breasts gently apart, held them out for the group to see, began rolling her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Sue lay her head back against his shoulder, low moans again finding their way through her lips. It was too much!--the erotic picture of herself in her mind, the feel of the unknown man's eager cock, his skilled fingers teasing her breasts. She felt the thin trail of her pussy cream begin to creep down her inner thighs. It was all she could do to restrain her hands from diving deep into her hot slit to fill the aching need she felt. Her hips began to roll, her feet crept farther apart on the soft shag, her ass pushed back against the hard rod behind her. Forcing her hands to stay away from her own body, she reached them back to the firm ass of her unknown lover, pulling him harder against her. He leaned his head forward and stroked his tongue along the inside of her ear. Sue felt her passion rise.
Then suddenly Ginny Frost said "Number eight," and maddeningly, the firm pressure was gone. Sue was in an ecstasy of frustration. Her firm tits were hard and hot, rising and falling with her panting breath. Her pussy was literally dripping wet and its lips felt thick and heavy. The firm nub of her clitoris pushed forward, yearning for stimulation and release.
It was a letdown to feel another woman's soft hands sliding over her shoulders. A cool, soft feel followed the hands as they slid down Sue's arms to her hands. That softness--what was it? Sue took a deep breath, and recognized the fragrance. It was baby oil! The woman was lightly, gently, spreading a thin layer of sweet-scented baby oil over Sue's entire body! Sue leaned forward into the pressure of the warm hands as they smoothed the oil over her breasts, the nipples sliding between the slippery fingers. The woman moved behind Sue, spreading the oil over her back, then around to the front again and down over her stomach. Sue trembled on the brink of release as the fingers spread the oil lower, into the crease between her thighs and her pussy lips. But the hands moved quickly away, down her thighs and calves, clear to her feet. Then around behind again, up the backs of her spread legs, and the warm hands were spreading the oil over Sue's soft ass. She quivered as the fingers moved in the crease, sliding wetly down the crack. Then, shockingly, a hot, slick finger slid with surprising ease into Sue's tight asshole!
Sue's body jerked, and she cried "Oh!" as the finger probed, turned, and slid out again. Sue felt her face burning, heard the chuckles of the assembled swingers, but also heard their breathing growing more rapid, heard their own low moans. She imagined their growing level of heat, and it made her still hotter.
Again Sue pictured what she must look like--her body now glistening in the firelight, gleaming from every angle, her skin literally glowing from her arousal and the shiny oil.
"Number nine." Strong male hands took Sue's hands, turned her around so her back was towards the group.
He said softly "Bend at the waist," and Sue leaned forward. She was startled by a sudden roughness against her stomach, then realized she was being bent over the arm of an overstuffed chair, the nubbled surface scraping against the tender skin of her breasts. The man placed her hands on the opposite arm, then stepped quickly around behind her. With effortless strength he grasped her ankles and slid her feet apart farther, farther, till she was wide open.
Sue was dizzy with the sensation. Her naked body, oiled and gleaming, was spread wide open to the group. She could almost feel their eager gazes, probing her spread pussy, her shiny round ass hole. Her breasts tingled as she began to rock up on her toes, scraping her nipples against the rough cushion of the chair. The man's broad hands stroked and squeezed her ass cheeks, concentrating on the tender lower parts near her lower lips. He spread the cheeks wide apart, and ran his fingers up the crack, slowly, slowly, toward the tight puckered ring. Sue's passion leaped, and she thrust her hips back towards him. Then rocking forward, she pushed her crotch against the chair arm, stimulating her clit almost beyond belief. The man's thick thumb slid through the oily ring of muscle, into Sue's hot ass. The sensation was too much. Sue cried out as the orgasm swept over her, radiating out from her throbbing clitoris through her whole body. All the pent-up excitement--the sexual tension that had been building in her since she had decided to come to the party, the heat built up by the slow strip tease and the knowledge of her exposure, the physical stimulation of her breasts, her pussy, her ass--all exploded in the most overwhelming climax she had ever imagined. Her hips ground her wet bush into the chair, her asshole clutched at the man's thumb, her head rocked from side to side as her whole body shook.
Gradually, slowly, she returned to Earth. She rested her head on the seat of the chair, gasping for breath. The muscular digit slid easily out of her rear hole, and her knees wobbled as she rested her weight on the chair arm. She took deep breaths, feeling her self-control return. From behind her, she heard happy applause, and the murmuring voices of the assembled swingers.
"Like a firecracker,....really hot,...I remember how that felt..."
Sue felt her body relaxing. The welcoming was over, she was sure. She felt elated at having reached acceptance, yet somehow slightly disappointed. Shouldn't there be--well--something more? Suddenly she realized that the group had gone silent again.
Then, to her surprise, she heard her hostess' voice say "Number ten." |