Swinging on New Year's Eve - Sex Stories

Swinging on New Year's Eve

... Graham saying. “I want you to raise your glasses to welcome Sandy back.” Everyone stood up, took their glasses of ‘spider soup,’ a mixture of champagne and orange juice, and toasted my return. I raised mine in acknowledgement and embarrassment. “To make her feel at home, she has to perform a few challenges,” continued Graham. “For that we have to move to the Pleasure Dome.” We all quickly cleared the table, did the dishes and used the open communal ablutions. I saw the men peeing at the urinals, then washing their penises. The women cleaned their pussies. As I cleaned mine, I discovered how wet and aroused I was. My pussy lips were already puffy. It all added to the erotic tension pulsating through my body. The Pleasure Dome was a large thatched building, about twenty by twenty meters, the roomy interior was divided into sections. The middle was the dancing area and against the sides were large matrasses covered with pillows and duvets. The movable panel walls were open to allow the soft summer breeze to cool the heat from the hot bodies. Leon and Nathalie took me to the one corner and blindfolded me. I sensed that everyone sat down around me. “To help you getting to know everybody, your first task is to identify the different cocks,” announced Charlize. “You will be on your knees while the men will present their ID’s to your mouth. You may not touch their cocks and balls with your hands. You can lick and suck them but not touch them. If you fail to identify the cock you must ...

... perform another task of a sexual nature.” I wondered if I could still remember how to give a blowjob. I haven’t had a lingam in my mouth for ages. I had quick glimpses of the men’s penises earlier but using my mouth as my only tool would be tricky. Hopefully I would still remember Leon and Graham’s uncircumcised cocks because I had them in my mouth years ago. Somebody made me stand on my knees and I felt the first cock against my lips. My plan was to first of all judge the length of each one by licking the underside of the cock from the tip to the balls. The cock would rest on my cheek as I sucked a ball into my mouth. Secondly, I would find out if it was cut or not by swirling my tongue around the head. Then I would judge the girth by taking the cock in my mouth. Those were my plans but the men had other ideas. They didn’t allow me to execute my plans. The first man didn’t let my kiss his cock down to his balls. He swiped his cock head across my lips a few times before I could get hold of it in my mouth. Once I had the smooth tip in my mouth I started sucking. He stopped his movement and I entered a forgotten pleasure. I swirled my tongue around his smoothness and slowly swallowed it. As the tip touched my pallet I sensed the essence of this man. John is the shy one and he was pushed by his wife, Sarah, to be the first one. “John,” I said. “Thank you Sarah for pushing him forward.” “How did you know?” Then another cock touched my lips. This one I would always know as Leon’s ...