Lessons in Swing Pt. 01

Roselyn's nibbles on Rickett's ear sent shivers down his spine. Her hot words turned those shivers into thousands of points of arcing sensation. He could feel the blaze of jealousy had not diminished. He was absolutely jealous, but it was okay. The hot emotions in his core burned away the feeling of guilt and reservation. His eyes took in Roselyn and he smiled at her. "Thank you... I needed to see... and I needed to understand." Rickett leaned forward and gently kissed Roselyn before pulling back a few inches. "You are a very special person." Rickett ran his hand down Roselyn's cheek as he continued, "I want to be there when your beautiful wife takes mine. No, I need to be there..." Rickett lowered his eyes to take in Roselyn's very short skirt. "If you promise to help me there, I promise to be a very good boy."

Brukalius --

Rachael panted with exhilaration, pleasure, and most of all need as Bailey's mouth trailed down her neck. She gasped as Bailey marked her and again squirmed in Bailey's arms, but no matter how much she wriggled she was truly caught. "You weren't just kissing!" she retorted. You were... you were... doing some magic tongue voodoo."

Rachael squeaked again as she found herself suddenly moving into a different position. Her squeak ended in a grunt as she found herself dropped on a rock... no... that was just Bailey and she was definitely straddling her... while suspended in the air.... fuuuuck this was fun. "Don't you think you can just..." Rachael's statement cut off in a high-pitched moan as Bailey's hand pulled her hair back. Rachael didn't really understand it herself, but when she was this excited having her head controlled by a strong grip in her hair worked wonders down below. Bailey's hand on her ass brought added sensation, but nothing could prepare her for the sensation that followed.

Rachael's legs twitched as she felt her sensitive clit covered by the thin layer of her thong bump and rub over something incredible. She couldn't see with her head held back by her hair. "What are you doing?" she managed to get out before a moan was forcefully ripped out of her. Rachael realized if she was going to be the dragon, she needed to fight back. She was losing badly and was really starting to not care.

Rachael's hands reached out toward where she thought Bailey's chest lay. She knew she had gotten a reaction earlier when she had touched her there. It might help her start to earn back some lost ground. Her fingertips encountered something soft covered by cloth and she grinned. Yes, I can do it. I just need to get a little closer. Abruptly, the hand in her hair tugged back a bit further forcing her back to arch. Her fingers surrendered their attack with another powerful shudder that shook her body.

The rubbing continued and Rachael quickly found her drawing very close to her first orgasm of the trip. She didn't really count what had happened while being kissed moment earlier as it hadn't brought her down from this high at all. She found herself still climbing higher and higher. One of her hands rested on Bailey's arm holding her hair as she started to succumb to the mounting pleasure inside of her. The momentary burst of fight she had felt was draining with the overpowering need to reach that crest. Rachael's other hand lifted to her own breast and squeezed as Bailey's mouth found her neck again.

She couldn't retort back even as Bailey teased her. Bailey's chest was wet... She was very wet... Rachael's pleasure fogged brain put the pieces together finally. She was being rubbed on this woman's perfectly sculpted abs... Rachael's toes curled as Bailey's mouth returned to hers. She was sooo close... every time she felt she was at the top it continued to rise.

Then came the finger. That one fucking finger circling very sensitive little star. Rachael's body trembled and then started to lock up. Bailey's taunts soaked into her forcing her more and more into a state of surrender. Bailey's beautiful amber eyes met her blue and she fell into them. Rachael's legs found the strength to wrap around Bailey's waist as her seizing muscles reached her upper arms. Her vision narrowed to points of molten amber fire as she stammered out "B-Bailey... c-cc-cumming."

Rachael's hips bucked hard against Bailey's chest and then down grinding her sensitive entrance onto her finger. Then it finally hit and she lost control of herself. Cascading waves of pleasure flooded through her and she cried out with the bliss of all. If Bailey thought she was wet before, she was most certainly wet now as Rachael's lubricant sought to coat a cock that was not there. Tremor after tremor tore through her and she clutched at the air in front of her. There was no bed... nothing to ground herself. "Hold me," she begged as she continued to shake.

Ana --

Roselyn grinned gently as he requested to be there when Bailey took Rachael. It was a pretty common request. They'd been told during the Zoom call that Bailey had a nine inch monster in her pants, and almost every spouse had wanted to watch their partner's reaction the first time. Truth be told, even Roselyn could never get enough of watching Bailey fuck someone for the first time. Finding her very gifted futa wife more people to fuck rotten was one of the deeply rooted kinks that made her decide to pursue the swinging lifestyle in the first place.

"Of course. I'd be happy to promise that," She replied, her voice soothing, leaning down to nibble at his bare chest, dragging her tongue over his nipple. "Now, let's-"

She heard Rachael's orgasmic cry at that moment, and both she and Rickett's heads couldn't help but turn. Roselyn was impressed- Rachael had beaten her to the group's first orgasm! She turned back, noting Rickett watching his wife writhe in blissful pleasure in Bailey's strong arms. She couldn't help moving up to tease him some more, kissing back up to his ear. "Hehe. She came so fast. Your wife must be very sensitive~," she cooed, licking his ear. "But I think it's my turn, don't you, good boy? Why don't you lie down for me?"

She took his hair in her hand, slowly, gently pulling him to lie down on the couch, switching his view from Rachael's twitching body, to Roselyn's smiling gorgeous face looking down at him, backed by that incredible red mane. "Bailey, Rickett wants to watch when your big cock goes inside Rachael, so make sure to wait for us to be done~."

"Understood~," Bailey said, no complaint in her voice. She loved it when people watched.

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Roselyn stood up then over Rickett, her feet on either side of his chest while grinning down at him. She unzipped her skirt first then let that piece of clothing drop onto his chest, gracefully stepping out of it before kicking it to the side. The came the crop-top, all that was holding back those glorious full breasts of hers, off and over her head. Her ripe melons looked exquisite, big areola slightly engorged with arousal, her nipples rock-hard beads on her chest. She squeezed them, her eyes closing wantonly, enjoying having them freed.

Her hands slid down to the nude hose, ripping them from the crotch, all the way to the front and back to expose her pussy and her big, smooth ass, turning the nude hose into nude stockings in the process. Finally, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her purple thong panties and slowly slid them off, tossing the soaked garment over to Bailey on the other couch.

Then she turned, looking down at Rickett, letting him get an eyeful of that glistening, puffy pussy, a cute, innocent looking snatch if there ever was one. "See the mess you've made?" Roselyn said, playing gently with her cunt lips, letting her arousal seep out. "You need to be a good boy, and take responsibility~."

She gently slowly sank down, letting her sweet juicy pussy and lovely flaring ass slowly fill up Rickett's vision. Until finally, she was kneeling just above him. Roselyn looked over at Rachael, catching her eye with a wicked grin, before she firmly settled her pussy onto the woman's husband's face. Those lovely half-moons completely took over Rickett's vision, her cunt pressing against his nose and mouth. Roselyn's scent, which was strong before, was utterly overpowering here. Every breath reeked of her arousal, lightly aphrodisiac Paralus pheromones invading his head and battering at his brain en-mass. His ears though, were still able to hear everything.

"Worship me... good boy~."

Ana --

Bailey grinned as she felt Rachael explode in her arms, her arousal gushing onto Baileys abs and sloshing onto the jean shorts below, making it look like she'd practically wet herself. There was nothing in the world more beautiful, to her, than a woman's body shuddering in orgasmic bliss. She'd never get tired of watching it.

At Rachael's request, she pulled her close, the arm at her hair dropping to wrap around her shoulders and pull her close, holding her tightly against Bailey's sturdy, warm body. Her lower hand was a bit more evil, continuing to tease and circle that triggering rosebud and even reaching farther to grind her cunt from the back, pushing Rachael's orgasm higher and longer, maximizing every drop of pleasure she could get, making it something truly standout and memorable.

"Such a sensitive, needy Princess~," she whispered into Rachael's ear before taking her mouth again, kissing her roughly, sloppily, and reminding her who had brought her here. When Roselyn made her request, she grinned and nodded, saying she understood.

Continuing to to stimulate Rachael's weakly shivering body, she moved over to the other couch, sitting on the edge of it, not letting Rachael find purchase anywhere but Bailey's body. It was fun, having a woman cling to her, and that was one of many reasons she loved pleasuring people while picking them up. Seeing Roselyn stand over Rickett, Bailey turned Rachael around so she was seated in Bailey's lap, her dress still ridden up to expose her snatch and lovely long legs, her feet dangling uselessly off the floor.

Bailey's strong arms wrapped around her, one gently fondling Rachael's chest through the top of her dress, while the other dipped between those drenched thighs to once against stir up Rachael's cute little camel-toe. This time she snuck under the woman's underwear, toying with her snatch directly, slim but powerful fingers making slow circles, messing up those delicate inner and outer petals, her palm slowly grinding against Rachael's clit.

"Look. Isn't she beautiful, standing over your husband like that?" Bailey whispered into Rachael's ear, her inescapable arms continuing to toy with Rachael's body. Roselyn indeed resembled a pale goddess in all her naked glory, nude stockings the only item of clothing left as she tossed her panties to Bailey, who caught them deftly with her upper hand. Bailey's eyes slid down Rickett's body, and she grinned. "No wonder your husband is so erect, huh? I think his pants are going to burst open if he gets any harder. Do you think he's leaking precum down there right now, just thinking about getting a taste?"

Her soft whispers accompanied Roselyn slowly lowering herself down onto Rickett's face, giving Rachael a wicked glance that held gratitude and playful challenge all at once.

Bailey raised up Roselyn's soaked panties and held them gently against Rachael's nose and mouth. Now it was the wife's turn to drink in that heady rose perfume scent, the Paralus pheromones still just as potent on women as Bailey continued to grind her fingers against Rachael's pussy, making sloppy, wet, embarrassing sounds. "This is what your husband is feeling right now, except even more intense. It's nice, isn't it? How fast do you think he'll make my wife cum? Think you can reach your second at the same time she climaxes?" Bailey said, sucking gently on her ear and licking Rachael's neck. "Would you like me to take off some of these clothes, make you a bit more comfortable while we watch your husband enjoy eating my wife's juicy cunt?"