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From around the room, the other swingers were gathering around the newest member, offering gentle kisses and caresses, and warm words of welcome. Again Sue realized how safe and at ease she felt in this group--how easy it was to be intimate with people she didn't really know at all.
George Frost sat down beside her and helped her up to a sitting position. She was still totally naked, of course--so was everyone else--and while that fact was still exciting, she felt no modesty or embarrassment. How could she, after all that had happened? George began to speak.
"We only have a few rules, but they're important to us all," he said. "First, no illegal drugs--none, ever--at any meeting. Second, no drunkenness at meetings. Drinking is fine, but stay in control. No one wants to make love to a drunk." Sue nodded. The restrictions would not bother her, she seldom ever drank more than a glass or two of wine. "Third, no one makes anybody do anything they don't want to. A simple "no" is always final. By the same token, no one causes anyone else any pain, unless the person specifically requests it."
"Which they sometimes do," put in Fred Norris, smiling at the slim Vicki. She blushed, smiled, and threw a pillow at him as the group laughed.
"The fourth rule is very important," George said, taking control again. "Some of us like to get together for a little extra fun in between the monthly meetings. Now you'll notice that some of the people here are married couples. People like Ginny and I joined this group to expand our marriage, not to damage it. Accordingly, in any gathering for sex outside the meeting, if one of the people is married, both partners must be present and consenting. No getting together with only half of the marriage." George smiled, "Of course you lucky single people can do whatever you like."
"Lucky, huh?" Ginny swatted George's face with a pillow. Sue looked up anxiously, but the pretty brunette was smiling, and the whole group was laughing along with the two of them. Apparently this was a running joke between them. Sue ran her mind over the four rules. It struck her that they were aimed at stability--the rules of a group that intended to stay together for a long time.
Now people were rising and moving over to the buffet table, where Ginny had put out a selection of snacks and small sandwiches. Alan helped Sue to her feet and they too walked over. Sue was surprised to find herself hungry. Apparently the activity of the evening had used up more energy than she had realized.
She tried not to stare at anyone--it was still disconcerting to be in a crowd of totally naked people--but in the group milling around the food table it was natural to brush against someone's breasts, or chest. She felt someone's hip slide across her bare rear, stepped to one side just as someone else backed up, squeezing her breasts against her chest. Although it was not sexually intended, it was stimulating, and Sue once again felt her temperature begin to rise.
She was watching as the handsome silver-haired man ate a sandwich from Kim Nordstrom's hand, finishing by slowly and sensuously licking her fingers, when she saw the slim-figured Vicki walk up to Fred, who was standing next to her.
"Fred Norris," she said in mock anger, with a shake of her shiny brown hair, "it's not nice of you to make fun of me in public like that."
"Why, what ever do you mean?" smiled Fred, running his eyes down her body.
"You know perfectly well what I mean, you big bully," said the small woman, stamping her foot. "Making everybody laugh at me because I--well--like a little extra stimulation once in a while." Sue was trying to follow what was happening. It was clear the two weren't really angry, they were teasing each other, playing some kind of game. But what was it? The other members, watching with quiet smiles, obviously knew what was coming, but Sue couldn't guess.
"Aw," said Fred, still smiling, "did I hurt your little feelings? Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"Just this," said Vicki. She picked up a half-empty drink glass, and, grinning mischievously, threw the contents against Fred's well-muscled chest.
"Ahh!" he cried sharply as the icy liquid ran down over his rippling stomach. "You little minx, this time you're going to get it!" But she was gone, across the room. As Fred bounded after her the group turned to watch, and Sue found herself next to the very handsome dark man, with curly black hair.
He put his arm across her shoulders and chuckled softly, "Here she goes again."
"What's happening?" Sue whispered.
"Vicki does this to somebody every month," he whispered softly in her ear. "I guess tonight it's Fred's turn." Feeling no wiser, Sue looked back at the couple. Vicki had gotten the big overstuffed chair between them and was dodging back and forth around it as Fred tried to grab her.
"You vicious little wench," Fred laughed, "are you asking for it?"
"If you're man enough," Vicki responded with a saucy look. Her eyes were sparkling, her skin beginning to flush with excitement. With surprising quickness for a man of his size, Fred leaned to his right, then, like a flash, reached back to his left, catching Vicki's slender wrist.
"Gotcha!" he said happily. "Now we'll see if you talk so tough."
"I'm too tough for you," she replied, sticking out her tongue in mock defiance. She dug her heels into the carpet. But it was of little value. With almost effortless ease, Fred pulled her to him as he turned and sat in the large soft chair.
"She really loves this," said the dark man softly in Sue's ear. "It's a little bit of a nuisance, but she really makes it worth your while."
By now Sue could see what was coming. She remembered Fred's earlier remark, and how Vicki had reacted. She wondered how serious this was going to get. Fred had Vicki across his knees now, still struggling, although perhaps not quite as hard as she could. Fred ran his hand over her upturned rump.
"Say you're sorry?" he smiled.
"Never, you big bully," she laughed.
"All right then." He raised his hand and brought it down across her ass with a resounding crack. Sue started at the loud noise, but noticed that Vicki didn't stop smiling. Again he slapped her quivering buttocks with loud crack, and Sue saw the girl's rear cheeks begin to redden. Sue knew that Fred was an amateur body builder, that he lifted weights in his basement every day. One look at the rope-like muscles in his arms and she knew he couldn't possibly be spanking Vicki with all his force. The pain would be unbearable. Looking again, she realized that Fred was delivering the blows with the maximum of sound but with just enough force to produce a sting. She also saw that Vicki was clearly loving it. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her breathing was beginning to quicken. Her body twisted, raising her rosy cheeks up for each loud slap. Fred, too, was beginning to feel some effects. He was breathing more heavily than his exertion warranted, and Sue realized that his erection was beginning to grow, directly under Vicki's writhing middle.
Vicki was by now strongly aroused. She gave a little whimper after every slap, a cry clearly coming not from pain but from desire. She twisted her upraised bottom, rubbing her small bush over the swelling knob of Fred's prick. The group of watchers was quiet, caught up in the slim girl's rising passion. Sue found herself wondering how it would feel. She had never thought of pain as erotic, but seeing Vicki in obvious arousal, with her bare ass upraised writhing over Fred's hard tool, Sue felt her breath coming faster, felt her own ass beginning to tingle.
With a small start, she realized that the handsome man's hand had left her shoulders and moved down her back to caress and squeeze her rear cheeks. She swayed her hips, pushing against his hand as she felt her lust growing. She wished she could remember his name. They had been introduced briefly at the beginning of the evening, but she had been too nervous and there were too many people. Oh well, what did it matter? He was in the group, that was enough for now. All that really mattered was her growing desire, the rising level of excitement in the room, the increasing level of lust in Vicki's cries as Fred spanked her naked ass. Vicki was near the peak now. The little cries grew louder, closer together, not just coming with the blows but almost continuously. Her ass bucked and reared, grinding herself against the hard rod beneath. She went over the top with a loud cry and a flurry of jerking motions. She slumped limp across Fred's lap, and he let his hand fall loosely across the back of her legs. Her ass cheeks glowed rosy red, and here and there on her backside the print of Fred's hand was still visible. Her face was a picture of satisfied contentment. She lay there limply, breathing deeply, for several seconds.
Then, suddenly, quickly, she spun off Fred's lap onto her knees before him. She grasped his knees and pulled them wide apart. Ravenously, she slid her mouth over his rampant staff, sliding her wet lips clear to the root. As Fred leaned back happily, she began to suck him hungrily, her wet mouth making a slurping sound as her head bobbed up and down on his pole.
Sue realized her own mouth was open, her own tongue was flicking over her moist lips as she watched Vicki devouring Fred's meat. She felt her own breathing, flexed her thighs together and felt the new wetness there...
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