I was right in the middle of the group. Focussed on the fingers and tongues all over me, and what I was doing with my own. The gasps and little cries. I definitely wasn’t focussed on Logan, although his frustrated groans came into my awareness from time to time. Soft breast, hard nipple, goosebumps. The aroma of arousal in the air. The tastes, both salty and musky. They were more important for the moment.
Amanda had plans. Had she thought about this before?
She was already on the outside of the group, and the group paused briefly as she extricated herself, a mischievous grin on her face. Logan had returned to looking exasperated, although the tent in his trousers told a different story. She surveyed the room and found a discarded sarong on the floor. She walked over and retrieved it, seductively swaying her hips in Logan’s direction.
Logan looked a little nervous. What was she up to?
“Shall we make this a bit more... interesting, then?” Amanda purred. She folded the sarong in a tube shape, and used it to blindfold Logan. “Now, now,” she continued over his protestations. “I’ll make it worth your while.” She paused, and smirked. “Eventually.”
She stood in front of him, and drew her hand slowly down her body, pausing to slightly squeeze her nipple, and drew a gentle line down to the lips of her pussy. Logan didn’t react. Then she turned and gave a thumbs up. That’s what she was doing: making sure he couldn’t see.
Then Amanda moved closer, unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his trousers, and exposed as much of Logan’s body as she could without disrupting the flimsy restraints. Logan was still cooperating, although his vocalisations were becoming much more frustrated. She managed to get his boxers off, and yes, her (our) teasing was very much having the desired effect. I think we all knew what was coming next. Play had pretty much stopped on the floor. This was going to be a lot of fun.
She held up two fingers and then beckoned, the other finger signalling quiet. Two ladies crept up, and Amanda gestured at Logan, then stepped away. One straddled him above the chair, not far enough down to contemplate contact with his rigid cock, but her thighs against his. She leaned forward, her nose almost touching his, so he could feel her breath on her face. Not close enough to make contact unless Logan broke free. He was still playing along. She took one hand and, starting just below his ear, started gently caressing down his neck. I could tell it was the lightest of touches, and that Logan was getting goosebumps. Her fingers continued down to his chest and she spent some time almost tickling his nipple, as the second lady stepped behind Logan and began to nibble at his neck. He groaned, and his hips thrusted, as though involuntarily. Amanda returned, getting on her knees, and began to stroke Logan’s balls with her fingers.
“No,” Amanda said. “Definitely not cricket. It’s nice to change things up a bit, isn’t it? I know I’m having fun. Could keep doing this for awhile. I’m sure we all could. In turns.” |
(I've not written it yet) 
This is good Swing, very good.
