Swinging at the Playground
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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Roy straddled the woman that lay in front of him. He pushed into her hard and deep, enjoying the sensations that every inch of her channel afforded him. Watching her moan and writhe as he increased his pace pleased him, knowing that he was a good lay. As long as a decent looking woman was willing, Roy was more than happy to extend to them his experience of the carnal arts. His body began to sweat as his breathing grew faster and heavier. He even began to moan before he could stop himself.
Man, Roy thought as he humped her vigorously like a dog in heat, her pussy felt so moist and good. Looking down he saw her juices drenching his long thick cock, making it easier for him to enter her. This aroused him even more, bringing him nearer to orgasm.
Roy leant forward, the woman's ample bosom in his full view. His wide open palm reached towards her left oversized melon as he began to grope her. He stroked her tit, feeling the smoothness of her skin and alternating with gentle and rough squeezes to test its firmness and to stimulate himself. She was beautiful, and more than enough to make him enjoy his Friday night.
Her soaking pussy did feel good, but Roy was curious as to how her ass would feel like. He leant over and whispered, "Can I do it in your ass?"
"Yea, just, don't stop." she replied in between pants.
Roy pulled out, slowly inserting his head into her tight little asshole. He noted with interest her initial reaction of apprehension and pain was later transformed into pleasure. Her pussy juices that still soaked his cock did provide ample lubrication after all. Every thrust he made into her sent shockwaves rippling through her meat ass, turning him on even more. He felt himself going to cum.
"Ahh!" Roy cried as his balls tightened and his dick started to throb uncontrollably as he came in her ass. Her eyes widened as she felt Roy shoot his hot, sticky load up her ass, hitting her in the G-spot.
"Ahh!" she cried as her body began to spasm uncontrollably, it was clear she was climaxing too. Having her move her ass like that while he came only made his orgasm more intense as he shot wave after wave of cum with each throb of his dick.
Panting, he collapsed onto her body as his legs buckled, kissing her lightly with one hand still groping her breast.
"You were fantastic," Roy said, satisfied with his recent lay, "By the way, what was your name again?"
The woman smiled, "It's Amanda." She stood up and headed for the shower.
Roy was lost in his usual bouts of philosophical thought while waiting for the shower to clear. What was the meaning of life now that he had busted a nut? He realized that his answer before and after sex would always be different. Before, life's meaning was to get paid and get laid. After sex, he was still trying to figure the answer before reaching the same answer that he had before sex once he had recovered from his exertions. Funny how the circle of life turns out he mused to himself. Life was great now, but particularly in the area of his sex life, he wanted more excitement. Oral, normal, anal, bdsm, he did it all, with all kinds of women to boot.
He sighed, it was getting boring.
Amanda stepped out of the shower, ready to go. Before she left, she passed Roy a card. Kissing him goodbye, she walked out.
It was probably her number, he looked at it. It was not, how intriguing. The card read "Playground at 3rd Street and West, Sunday, 2am." Strange, was it the location of another date? He had no idea, but since he had nothing to do but sleep or find another lay on Sunday, he decided against his better to judgment to turn up out of morbid curiosity.
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It was a dark and stormy night. Just kidding! But it was Sunday, and it was 2am, the night was pretty dark, but the sky was clear. Roy arrived at the playground, it took him some time to find it, noticing how secluded it was. He was here more out of curiosity than anything else. What was going to happen? Was it some pagan ritual that he would lay witness to, or even be the sacrifice of? Wild thoughts started racing through his mind. He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped up with a yelp. He turned around.
It was Amanda.
"Oh, it's you. Phew, hi." Roy said, unable to control the tremble in his voice.
"Hey handsome, glad you could make it. Wait awhile, the others will come soon."
"The others?" Roy asked, apprehensively.
"Yea," Amanda replied, "Why did you think I asked you here?"
"Well why is that?" Roy asked, thoroughly confused.
"When you fucked me on Friday night, it was pretty decent, but you felt like you were bored. You wanted some excitement in your sex life but you're not sure where to get it. And when you stuck it in my ass, it felt like you did it more out of curiosity than pleasure."
Roy fell silent, his one-night stand had hit the nail on the head. It was like she was psychic or something.
"Are you psychic?" He asked nervously.
Amanda let out a short giggle, "Ha. No. I'm just very perceptive. I'm a behavioral psychologist actually, perception is important where I work."
Shocked, Roy asked, "So is this a consultation?" as he noticed some figures emerging from the bushes onto the playground.
"No," Amanda replied, her eyelashes fluttering seductively, "This is your therapy."
The four people that came out of the bushes stepped onto the playground, two men and two women.
A man stepped forward. He seems to be the leader, Roy thought.
"Hi, and welcome to the Sunday night swinger's club!"
Whoa, what? Swingers? Group sex? Roy felt his face flush in bewilderment. He had never done something like this before, and for such an opportunity to pop out of the blue was more than he could handle.
"Well now, calm down, don't be shy." then man said, noticing Roy's anxious appearance, "you can go if you want to."