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Swing Party Games
By jsbenk
jsbenk at gmail com

                         Chapter I

Although the dinner and dessert were enjoyable, we didn't go
to Tiffany and Mike's parties for the food. The dinner was
only a prelude to the sex that would come later.  Sitting at
the table while socializing and eating gave ample time for
everyone to check out the other guests in a non-threatening
environment. After all, most people are comfortable at a dinner
party with clothed guests, but the couple that can walk in on
an ongoing orgy and join the fun is rare.

Mike was very particular where people sat at the table and
assigned each guest a seat.  Couples never sat together. Rather,
Mike seated people together if he thought there would be some
physical or intellectual attraction between them. Tiffany
and Mike always invited five couples they only had seating
for twelve. Among the other couples, we hand only met Ken and
Mary. The other couples we knew only from their profiles on
Lifestyle Lounge, a swing websites we all had in common.

After dinner, I followed the rest of the guests into the living
room and found a spot on a couch next to an attractive couple
I hadn't met before. Before I could introduce myself, Tiffany,
entered the room holding a black beret.

"To get this evening's festivities started," Tiffany started,
"we're going to play a little game. After picking a card from
the hat, you'll get five minutes to tell the story requested
by the card. Make your story as erotic and descriptive as
possible."

Tiffany always came up with something to set the mood. At
her last party, she had two of the female guests dress up in
lingerie and put on a hot lesbian show in the living room,
complete with some serious strap-on action. The party before
that, Tiffany had everyone draw straws for the privilege of
having her go down on the person drawing the shortest straw,
regardless of gender. Her party games always worked wonders
getting people aroused and ready for uninhibited sex. Without
an icebreaker, people tended to sit around for hours chatting
and eating chips until someone got drunk enough to shed their
clothes and get everyone else involved. Or at least that's
the case with inexperienced swingers.

Although the game sounded fun, I was sure we'd only hear one
or two stories before a couple started kissing or a woman
began sucking cock. That's all it took. Just one couple losing
their inhibitions and within minutes everyone would be naked
and pairing off with their partner or someone else's. Or if
a sufficiently wild group, there would be flesh piles of four
or more people scattered about.

While Tiff passed the hat around, I glanced around the den where
the twelve of us were sitting. When things got wild later on,
there weren't any bad choices; the guys were all good looking
and so were the women. Many times there would be hot women
for my husband, but the men would be awful. Nice and with
good personalities maybe, but unattractive. I had a hot hubby
and could afford to be choosy; if I just wanted to get laid,
I could stay home and have great sex with my husband Jon.

When the hat finally got to me, I pulled a card with a number
one on top. Damn. I was giving the first story.

I read aloud the instructions, "Tell us about the first time
someone performed oral sex on you".

I took a sip from my Cosmo. "OK, I'm not very good at telling
stories, but I think you'll like this one. I got off to a
very late start when it came to sex; I was a junior in college
before I had the pleasure of having someone go down on me. "

"Spring break of my junior year at Annapolis, I decided to hang
around the area and visit friends in DC and Baltimore. The
dorms were deserted during break as most of the midshipmen
flew home to visit with their families. The mids who remained
usually didn't do so out of choice; they were mostly there as
punishment for substandard academics or conduct.

Saturday afternoons in the dorms were usually pretty quiet as
everyone was out on liberty. But it was absolutely deserted
on that day since most everyone left for vacation the previous
evening. I was reading a book in my bed and enjoying the quiet
until shouting outside of my room distracted me.

Before each meal, plebes stood at numerous places throughout the
halls yelling out the menu and various trivia such as sports
around the yard and uniforms to wear. I was usually pretty
mellow and didn't harass the chow callers, but my plans for the
evening were ruined when friends cancelled on me at the last
moment and I felt ornery enough to take it out on someone else.

The plebe at the station outside my room was muttering her
way through the menu. I could tell that it was Ms. Robb by
the voice, but I was a surprised at how poorly this normally
squared away plebe was doing. I slammed my door open and
stormed out to tear her apart.

"What kind of chow call is that?" I asked. "Pick up the
volume! Do you want people to miss evening meal formation?"

She gave me a blank stare and continued on as if I hadn't
said anything. Her look seemed to state, "No one's around
but you, and I don't care enough to yell my heart out." Her
lackadaisical attitude was annoying and I was determined to
ruin her evening. She probably wasn't happy that she was on
academic probation, but I wasn't in a forgiving mood.

"Come around to my room after dinner, Ms. Robb. You've got 30
minutes to eat and get back up here."

Exactly on time, I heard a several loud raps on my door followed
by, "Ms. Robb reporting as ordered."

Latching open the door, I went out in the hall and had her
stand at attention against the bulkhead.

"What was the matter this evening?"

"Nothing, Ma'am."

"Are you going to do a better job tomorrow at lunch?" I asked.

"Yes Ma'am", was her less than enthusiastic response.

She just stood sullenly against the wall in her black working
uniform.  Not inclined to discuss her problems in the hall,
I asked her to step inside my room.

"OK, what's the problem? You normally are one of the loudest
plebes on the floor and now your lack of enthusiasm is just
pathetic."

She replied with another sullen "Nothing Ma'am."

"Do you think you need some kind of incentive to do better?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know just doesn't cut it. Come here and face away
from me", I ordered.

Grabbing my webbed bayonet belt from the closet and doubling
it up, I strode up behind her and whacked her bottom so hard
that the resulting crack surprised me.

"Is that the kind incentive you need?" I yelled, forgetting
everything I was taught about positive leadership techniques.

She yelped, but didn't say anything or try to move away.

I gave more whacks, but with lesser force. "Still no opinion?" I
asked.

"I'll be louder!"

"Are you sure?" I asked while lashing her again with the belt.

"I'll do anything you ask. Please no more."

"Anything?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Will you make my rack for the next two weeks?"

"Yes".

"Will you sweep out my room every day?"

"Yes."

"Will you lick my toes?" I asked, wondering whether she'd say
yes to anything.

"Yes."

I stopped strapping her, but my heart continued racing. The
paddling I had given her got my adrenaline going in the same
way it did when we gave classmates "birthday parties" where
we dragged them out of their rooms and swirled their heads in
the toilets. But that's a story for another time.

I sat back down in my worn gray and black Government Issue
chair. Officially, hazing went out several years before I
started at school, but I knew many instances where it still
went on.  We certainly got hazed as plebes, but the new
administration was taking a very dark view of it. If Jenny
Robb turned me in, I'd get kicked out; certainly not the way
I'd want to leave.

While I pondered the trouble I got myself into, Jenny asked
whether I was ready to have my toes licked.

"Uh, I wasn't serious", I replied, slightly confused by her
new show of enthusiasm.

She ignored my response as she took the folded blue blanket
from the foot of my rack and placed it on the floor in front
of me. Looking me in my eyes, she got down on her knees in
front of me.

"I'm good to my word", she told me.

Pulling off my slipper, she raised my foot to her mouth and ran
her tongue from my heel to my toes. I didn't really care to have
my toes licked, but when I said it, it seemed kind of amusing
and degrading. I never expected to actually hold her to it.

In fact, I was getting uncomfortable having someone of the same
sex touch me the way she was. I began thinking I was a fool
for not stopping my questions at the point where she agreed
to clean my room. It would have given me a chance to read the
paper in the morning while she swept and cleaned. At least,
that's what I was thinking until her warm mouth engulfed my big
toe. Damn that felt good! She wrapped her lips gently around
each of my toes and sucked gently as she slid her lips back
and forth over my toe. Working her way from my big toe to my
small toe and then back again felt splendid. She went on and
gave my other foot the same treatment.

She certainly didn't act like she was being punished. Rather,
she looked up at me with her blue eyes as she caressed and
bathed my toes with her tongue.

"Jenny, lock the door. You have a few more minutes to go on your
punishment", I said as seriously as I could without smiling. I
wanted that door locked since this wasn't something I'd be able
to explain to a classmate or the Officer of the Watch. And as
much as I complained about school, I didn't want to explain to
some fifty-year-old admiral why I was having a plebe lick my
toes. Jenny got back down in front of me and I took a moment
to hit the play button on my cassette player to make some noise.

Suckling my toes, she ran her soft hands from my calf to my
inner thigh, sending shivers up my spine. Those gentle caresses
on my legs were turning me on. I was impatient for her hands
to travel further up my legs, but she kept stopping her light
touches just inches from my pussy. I knew where Jenny was
leading our little "punishment session", but I found myself
not wanting to stop her.

"You aren't getting turned on, Ma'am, are you?" she asked me
with a smirk.

Running my hand through her hair was all the answer I was going
to give her. She licked her way up my calf and placed little
kisses every few inches, letting her tongue trail between the
kisses. Her warm lips on my inner thighs made me suck in my
breath while my heart began beat faster. No boyfriend had ever
given me this kind of attention.

I closed my eyes for a second and then looked down at Jenny. Her
face was resting in my lap and her arms reached around my back,
stroking me tenderly under my t-shirt.

I felt myself getting wet; I knew my fingers would come away
slick if I stroked my pussy.  Jenny looked up at me and smiled
as she ran her hand into the leg hole of my shorts. As she
rested her hand on my panty-covered crotch, I let out a soft
moan. She gently ground her palm against my clit in a firm,
circular motion that drove me wild.

"I can give you something much better than a toe sucking. Would
you like that?"

"Yes", I said in a softly.

Grasping the waistband of my shorts and panties and pulling
them off, her face lit up as she told me, "You are really
going to like this."

I was naked from the waste down. Jenny bent forward and placed
a wet kiss below my belly button. She pulled my ass forward in
the chair so that my crotch was at the edge of the chair and
within easy reach of her face. Showing a level of confidence
that surprised me, she placed one of my legs on the desk and
the other on the bed so that I was sitting with my pussy wide
open and available for her. Jenny's warm breath on my pussy
excited me in a way I had never felt before.

Playing with my own pussy didn't even come close to the
sensations Jenny was giving me. I felt a tightening in my
chest and lost focus of the room around me as she placed a
kiss on my mons.

As she kissed everywhere but my open pussy, I knew I'd soon
experience something I fantasized about. I had desired getting
eaten out ever since friends told me how much they enjoyed
their boyfriends licking their pussies. But I never thought
the first time I'd get eaten out would be by a woman.

While Jenny's kisses turned me on and made me dripping wet,
she was still limiting her kissing and licking to my inner
thighs. Tantalizing me as she grazed her tongue gently through
my bush, I was anxious for her lips to reach the soft folds of
my cunt and have her tongue slip inside me. Finally she quit
teasing. Tingles went through me as she ran her tongue from
the bottom of my pussy to my clit. Repeating those long licks,
she looked up at me and raised her eyebrows as if to say,
"Isn't this good?"

I continued running my hands through her soft blonde hair
while she slowly sucked my inner lips into her mouth. Gently,
she grasped my lips between hers and pulled back slightly. She'd
move her lips a little further along my pussy and give exquisite
attention to a new area. I was feeling very relaxed when she
suddenly pushed her face fully into my crotch and began tonguing
the opening of my cunt. When she raised her head up to look
at me, I saw my juices glistening all over her nose and cheeks.

"Ma'am, I'm feeling really punished", she chuckled.

I would never have believed the sullen gloom woman from before
dinner could turn into this assertive, sexy woman who was
enjoying tongue fucking me. I suppose I wasn't the only one
having a bad day before dinner.

"Well, you aren't finished yet, plebe", I said as I lifted my
pussy back to her mouth.

Moving my hands from her head to my stomach, she began working
her lips over my pussy.  Her soft lips wrapped around my
engorged clit and rhythmically sucked it as if it were a tiny
cock. No longer was she kissing anywhere else. Only my clit,
and her mouth felt fantastic. For something so taboo as having
another woman make love to me, it certainly felt wonderful.

I came hard. The orgasm Jenny gave me was completely unlike
any I had ever given myself.  I held my hands tightly across my
chest as my pussy spasmed. I heard myself moaning and realized
I was probably not as quiet as I should have been. One of the
least useful skills I learned in military school was how to
masturbate so quietly that the rickety bedsprings did not give
away my nightly actions to my roommate. I certainly wasn't
thinking about being quiet now.

Coming down from my orgasm, Jenny held her arms firmly around
my thighs and moved her head against my tummy. I thought Jenny
was done pleasing me, but she once again buried her face in
my muff. This time, her licking and sucking moved me towards
orgasm faster than the first time. Arching my back in pleasure,
Jenny inserted a finger into my cunt while she focused on
sucking my clit.

 From her enthusiasm and skill, I new this wasn't her first time
pleasuring a woman. I envied this 19 year-old who had explored
sex more thoroughly than I. At 21, I was still technically a
virgin, yet I was experiencing the most intense sexual pleasure
I could have imagined.

A second, more intense orgasm pulled me out of my mental
wanderings and after a few moments, I looked down at Jenny and
was bemused to see her smiling at me. When she saw me open my
eyes, she ran her tongue around her lips.

"Ma'am, you've got a tasty pussy," she said in a soft,
breathy voice.

I'm sure I blushed. Having a woman comment on the taste of my
cunt was not something I expected.

Recovering from a devastating orgasm, I watched as she kicked
off her shoes and hopped on my rack.

As she was raising her hips to slip off her slacks and panties,
she looked at me and asked, "Ma'am, do you think you can help
me out a little. I've got a problem," she said with a mix of
demand and need.

"And what might that problem be?"

"I've got a very wet pussy that needs some attention", she
replied as she ran her fingers through her wet, glistening slit.

Her boldness surprised me. I knew what she wanted, but I
didn't know if I could do it. I got in bed and knelt at her
feet. Looking down into her open legs, I was overwhelmed at how
wet and swollen her pussy looked. I had seen my roommate naked
many times and had seen many of my classmates naked in the gym
showers, but I was never so close to a woman's aroused sex. The
smell of her arousal was strong, but pleasant. Putting my hands
on her upraised knees, I stared again into her open pussy lips.

"I can't Jenny. I just can't ", I told her. I wanted to go
down on her, but I felt squeamish and a little frightened to
put my face into another woman's pussy.

She pulled her knees to her chest and I saw the belt marks
still crimson on her ass.  She was shamelessly opening her
self up and showing herself off to me, trying to entice me to
go down on her. I was strangely turned on looking down at her
blonde pubes surrounding her thick, swollen red lips.

"Look at my tasty pussy. Aren't you interested in a little
snack?" she offered as she ran her fingers through her lips
and brought them to her mouth. "Mmmm, I've got a finger licking
good pussy", she continued as she licked her fingers.

After the pleasure she gave me, I wanted to reciprocate, but
found that I just couldn't.  I felt shitty, but I wasn't able
to bring myself to tongue her pussy the way she did mine. She
looked a little disappointed when she realized I wasn't going
to muff dive her.

"That's OK ma'am. Will you at least finger me?"

I nodded and ran my hands tentatively down her legs. Looking
at her spread legs, I placed my palm over her pubes and held
her clit between my fingers. The warmth coming from her pussy
was intense. Rubbing her pussy from the opposite direction
took some time getting used to.

"I'm not very good at playing with someone else's pussy,"
I told her.

"You've got one too. Do what you think would feel good to you."

She ground her hips into my hand as I rapidly rubbed her clit
between two of my fingers.  I was amazed to feel the wetness
seeping from her as I never got that wet. But then, I had never
been aroused as I was today. Slightly emboldened, I scooted
in closer and got both of my hand in on the action. While
rubbing her clit with my right hand, I stroked her slick lips
with my left hand. My fingers easily entered her slippery cunt
and I began feeling around her pussy. She started squirming
and moaning when I rubbed my fingers against the spongy area
towards her tummy. As I pressed harder against the front of
her pussy, she began thrashing about in bed.

"Put another finger in me", she moaned.

Two fingers weren't enough? I extended a third finger and slid
it in. The muscles of her cunt clamped around my fingers as I
inserted them. I jammed my fingers in and out and twisted them
slowly as I rubbed her clit. I never put my fingers in my own
cunt when I played with myself, but there I was feeling the
warmth and slipperiness of another woman around my fingers. I
was quite proud that I was getting her off.

As she came, I felt her muscles constrict against my fingers
and saw her pale skin turn a deep, mottled red from her face
down to her breasts. I wandered if my skin blushed like that
when I came. I withdrew my fingers and rubbed my wet fingers
over her legs and tummy.

"Thank you. It's been a while since I've had that intense of
an orgasm", she said somewhat ruefully.

As we dressed, I turned away from her. The pleasure we had
given one another confused me.  After fingering her, I was
so turned on that I was feeling the desire to go down on her,
but was too unsure of myself to take control of the situation
and get her back in bed.

She went over to the sink and washed her face. She looked
back at me and laughed, "I can't be running out into the hall
smelling of your pussy, now can I?"

She had a point.

I felt kind of awkward standing there as she opened the door
and ran out. Before letting the door close, she looked back
and said that I could punish her anytime I wanted.

I got in the shower and let the warm water wash over me for a
long time while contemplating what just happened. I couldn't
tell anyone about this as the last thing I wanted was to get
kicked out of school, let alone be branded a lesbian by the
local newspapers if it became a school scandal. I knew Jenny
was in the same boat so I wasn't worried she was going to say
anything. But what would happen when I saw her the next day?
Her offer of another encounter was enticing, but I knew that
this was going to be a one- time adventure. As much as I wanted
to do that again, I wasn't ready to risk getting expelled.

As it turned out, we went on playing plebe and 2nd classmen for
the remaining few months of the semester. I wasn't supposed to
fraternize with the underclass and since she was in a different
squad, there really wasn't that much interaction anyway. In a
few short months, the semester was over and she got scrambled
to another battalion and I rarely saw her. When we'd meet around
the yard, we would smile and say hello, but that was about it."

                            ***

By the time I finished telling my story, I was so turned on that
I was in dire need for some action. Tiffany straddled me and gave
me a long, sensual kiss. "Wow", you really got my pussy dripping",
Tiffany told me as she rubbed my breasts through my top. I was
going to get her down on the carpet and munch on her box, but was
interrupted by Mike.

"Mel, is there more to this story? Did you ever get another
chance with Jenny?" he asked.

"Yes, but you need to give someone else a turn."

"I'm the host and I can change the rules. If you finally got
together again with Jenny, we need to know", declared Tiff.

"There's more to the story. If someone can get me a drink,
I'll finish the story."

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