Introduction to Swinger's Lifestyle - Sex Stories

Introduction to Swinger's Lifestyle

... be such a baby," I said between breaths in an irritated tone of voice, struggling to spread wider her now tightly-clenched thighs Then, mustering all of her female strength, she jerks violently away from me and rose to stumble to the other side of the room, trembling from head to foot with rage as she pushed her rumpled skirt back down over her exposed hips. Deliberately walking towards the door, with a menacing growl, I sprang to my feet, whirling around to face her. Cheryl's breath caught sharply in her throat and she froze involuntarily on the spot as she suddenly sees the real reason for my preoccupation with her. My long thick penis is glistening wetly as it stood out in full view beneath the hairy curve of my belly, bobbing excitedly, the large cock head dancing obscenely in the air. My God, she exclaimed inwardly, I had what looked like an almost full erection! I stood stroking my monster cock, the towel laying at my feet. The expression of pure, unadulterated fear did not leave Cheryl's face. Her sky-blue eyes are wide and round with shock and disbelief as she gazed helplessly at the obscene spectacle before her. Now, not two feet away from the sexually excited beast, she stood staring, transfixed, barely able to believe the shocking size of my fully-aroused cock. Seeing the hefty thickness and length of my monster cock filled her with a quivering dread that she can barely control. In a split second I grabbed her pinning her with my weight against the door. I kissed ...

... her long smooth neck. She is still a bit anxious around me but cannot help but admire my raw animal lust. Cheryl remembered the small penises of the guys she has dated, jutting up under their trousers during seemingly innocent petting sessions in parked cars--and she also remembered that she had been mysteriously excited. My maleness now had the same alarming fascination about it, like some mighty hidden masculine strength that was threatening and yet oddly thrilling as well. Suddenly aware of what she was doing, she quickly raised her eyes and stood there in confusion for another long moment, wondering if I understood her thoughts. What if, somehow, I knew how intrigued she is by her view of my heavy, sperm-filled testicles swaying softly down between my legs? Pressing my body hard against her, she feels something wet dribbling down her inner thighs. My left hand grabbing and squeezing her breast as my other hand pulls her skirt up and boldly grabs her mound. " Hey, John, I think you've got me mixed up with Shelly," she giggles with perceptibly strained gaiety, her bright blue eyes widening with the beginning of alarm. The forced laughter died in her now- exposed throat as I ripped her dress off. She is startled uttering a tiny cry of fear, especially when I crouched down spreading her legs, lowering my head further down and begin to lick daringly at her naked unprotected mound of her exposed vagina. This is not right, is unnatural, she thought as she cowered and tried to ...