Lessons in Swing Pt. 02

Background fun fact 1

Our story world is very similar to the real modern world with a few major differences. A few generations ago an alien civilization called the Paralus made contact and integrated with human society. The Paralus are a peaceful people that communicate as much by scent as words, although they learned to focus more on words with the human population. They contributed wonderfully to technological advancements that included the elimination of most diseases and the stabilization of earth’s ecology and climate. Culturally, the Paralus are a warm and physical race. Touch and intimacy were critical to their wellbeing and their scents often encouraged that in their partners. Their arrival lead to a sexual revolution across the world and many of the unions brought children bearing traits of both races.

Now it is not very common to see a pure Paralus as their population was a small fraction of the human population, but it is not exactly rare to run into someone of mixed heritage. The incredible Roselyn is one such being with some unique aspects in her biology.

Lessons in Swing Pt. 02

Brukalius —

Rickett’s attention was drawn to the sound of his wife’s orgasm. The sound… that lovely sound never failed to send a rush of endorphins flowing through him and he felt it now even stronger than usual. There was a sense of desperation and intensity to it that was difficult to accomplish and he looked Bailey over anew with plain admiration on his face. She hadn’t even broken a sweat…

Rickett’s cock now pulsed visibly through the fabric of his pants with every second beat of his racing heart. His body yearned to join her in that orgasmic bliss as it had so many times in the past when hearing that triumphant sound. Feeling Roselyn back at his sensitive ear, he shivered as her words even if he couldn’t take is eyes off of the aftershocks ripping through Rachael’s body. “Yes… it is your turn,” he growled letting his hand finally slide down Roselyn back to cup the firm swell of her ass. With Rachael’s orgasm clearly going beyond kissing, he would hold back no longer.

Rickett felt Roselyn’s hand in his hair controlling his head and his mind reacted instinctively as it triggered a surge of submissive feelings. He hated and loved how well Rachael had trained this response in him. He had tried to do the same to her with some effect, but she had been relentlessly diligent with her training. If she took hold of his hair and he did not submit, he would find his wife cold to him for hours if not days. If he did submit, she would be reward him with every ounce of her skill. Faster and more enthusiastic submission was met with more intense rewards. He had seen dogs trained with less than half the diligence and consistency she had put into him.

Rickett had felt an intense urge to switch to option one as he watched his wife cum all over Bailey’s chest. He had wanted to push Roselyn down on the couch tearing into her hose and take her, but that melted into an overwhelming desire to please Roselyn in any way she wished. She made it very clear that she wanted to do one of his most favorite things and he obeyed without hesitation. Honestly, he would probably obey without question even if he was in the middle of topping her.

Rickett stretched out on the couch the best he could as he stared up at the glorious sight above him. His eyes drank her in as she revealed herself to him and exactly how well he had done in kissing her. His chest heaved in anticipation and he found himself biting his lip to keep from sitting up to close the distance. She was so gorgeous and her confidence ratcheted her attractiveness up even higher. As his excitement grew, he became aware of his own scent rising up to meet hers. He felt embarrassed at first at the bittersweet smell, but he remembered her telling him she enjoyed it. Taking a risk at pleasing his mistress… god… she had just held his hair for a few seconds and he already viewed her in this role. Rickett lifted his arms above his head letting more of his scent travel up to mingle with her’s. He liked having his arms up when doing this kind of play anyway so he could caress his lover’s body easier.

Roselyn’s words drove the submissive spike deep into Rickett and he nodded vigorously, his eyes starting to burn with a fervor to please her. They only flicked once to Rachael and Bailey as they sat across from them positioned to enjoy the show. That satisfied look in his wife’s face sent another spike of determination in him to equal or match it in Roselyn’s. He would not be out done in this. He was confident in his tongue work.

“I see it mistress. I see your glorious sex needing attention. Please…” He swallowed hard the burn of shame that came from begging. It was easier without an audience. He hadn’t anticipated this feeling, but it was irrelevant. He WOULD please Roselyn. “Please let me give you pleasure. Please use me to cum harder than my wife thinks possible. Let me show your wife how to please such a perfect pussy.”

She was sinking down and he drew a deep breath in case she left him no room to breathe. He could hear a familiar growl from his wife on the other couch as she was forced to listen to him beg another woman to use him. He meant every one of those words with every fiber of his being, but that growl sent chills down his spine. He had no time for thinking of Rachael though as Roselyn’s scent sent heat surging to every extremity. Then she was there and his tongue pressed forward to meet her.

Rickett’s tongue made contact with Roselyn’s sex as she settled down and he moaned out half of the breath he had intended saving. To him, she tasted even better than she smelled and combination of both senses saturated in her became everything for the moment. Rickett’s arms rested on both of Roselyn’s thighs and his hands gently caressed the fullness that was ample bottom, but his focus was underneath.

Flattening his tongue to increase the surface area, Rickett swept it up over her clit and through the seeping slit of her entrance. He tilted his head back a fraction, rubbing the tickling whiskers of his beard against her thighs as his tongue completed its path. Reversing course, Rickett made his tongue sweep along Roselyn’s swollen left lip gathering her womanly nectar with its passage. With the circuit complete, he took her essence into his mouth and swallowed. He let out a little groan as his hips subconsciously humped upward, depositing precum into the front of his pants and boxers that spread into a visible wet stain. Again, his tongue quested out in the same circuit except for the other side as he greedily cleaned the mess he had made.

Rickett didn’t have the mobility to clean Roselyn’s inner thighs that he could feel rubbing her moisture onto his cheeks and chin, so he moved to the next stage in getting her ready for his tongue on her clit. Ricketts tongue caressed her clit softly before this time sliding deeper into her entrance to scoop out more of her nectar. He rounded off the lick by gently capturing one of lips between his own and sucking before releasing. Again and again he repeated that motion making sure to only lightly caress Roselyn’s clit to prime her for him. Rickett found he could breathe through his nose if he tilted his head back to its maximum, but each breath, laden with her essence he sucked in threatened to overwhelm his senses. Only his commitment to pleasing his mistress before he could be allowed release kept him from simply yielding to the need to cum. If she touched him though. If ANYTHING touched him as he grinding up into the empty air it was over.

He focused on the signals her body was giving him, letting his hands be his eyes as they slid over her ass and up her thighs to her back. His hands wrapped around her body, feeling the swell of her lower breasts he had denied himself touching thus far. His hands shifted, cupping each breast as he pressed his tongue as deep into her as he could make it go. He writhed his tongue in her as his hands firmly squeezed his lover’s chest. He enjoyed the feel of her nipples stabbing into his palm and moved to gently pinch and roll them between his fingers as he let his tongue play over her clit once… twice… three times. He could feel her close to breaking as she trembled above him and he backed off of her nipples and clit.

Cupping her breasts again, squeeze and thrust into a sucking of each one of her swollen labia. No more clit touches except for that of his bearded chin as he leaned back to breath. It was almost time to go in for the kill and he was going to drive that killing blow home mercilessly into as long of a chain of orgasms as possible.

Brukalius —

Rachael felt Bailey enclose her in her arms and she clung to her as aftershock after aftershock quivered through her. “Thank you,” she whispered feeling the vertigo of her orgasm mixed with being suspended settle down. Rachael nestled her head in Bailey’s powerful shoulder as she felt her lover continue to stimulate her into more moans and convulsing aftershocks… What was sex going to be like with this woman?!

Rachael weakly welcomed Bailey’s kisses by sucking her tongue in and trying to hold it even as it seemed to take complete possession of her mouth. She was so sensitive as her body tried to recover and Bailey did not relent in keeping her off balance. She was putty in Bailey’s hands… if only Bailey would… would… She wanted to make Bailey feel good too and she was more than primed for it. “Bailey… I want…” She found herself sitting down on the couch and being turned around. The sight before her pulled her together unlike any of her efforts so far.

Roselyn was preparing to do that! That was her throne… a soft whine escaped her throat as she tried to lean forward to rise but was pulled back against Bailey’s chest. Rachael’s already hardened nipple betrayed her as it stiffened itself to its limit trying to greet Bailey’s hand that closed over it. Bailey’ hand sliding down to her slicked crotch turned her whine into a soft whimper. The direct stimulation felt so good she could die and somehow Bailey’s taunts intensified the burn in her loins. He was hard, and she was so beautiful and confident standing there about to steal her throne.