To the less conservative members of thetown, Nick’s place was where they went for fun, sexand booze (not necessarily in that order).The rumours ...ere all true. Nick’s place was a swinginglocation.Any woman coming through Nick’s front door was subjectto his set of rules:– No woman may wear slacks or jeans.– Dresses or blouse and skirt only, without anyunderwear.– At the pool area, only a 2-piece bikini, bikinibottom, or naked is acceptable.– A woman may. That offered hand could either hurt her further, or be the best thing to ever happen to her. She hesitated, but ended up giving in. Gently, she placed her hand in his and hoped for the best. Daren pulled her in between his legs. His hands gripped her hips briefly before he leaned his head against her stomach. One single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek as his arms wrapped around her tight. For a second she didn’t know what to do. She’d never been in this situation before. She was almost. I leaned down and sucked a nipple; she hissed her pleasure, so I switched and sucked the other one. It got the same reaction. I slid my middle finger into her steaming box, and she moaned; I added a second finger and she went nuts, bucking on my hand."Oh, SHIT, Tommy; are you trying to kill me?" No, just trying to please you." Well, you're doing a hell of a good job of THAT!" she exclaimed.After she had a few orgasms, she said, "ENOUGH!"We got dressed again, and rode our bikes home, both of us. He began to go a bit faster and I felt his body rubbing harder and harsher against mine. The euphoria I was feeling began to ebb, I became more aware of his increasing action.He then thrust in very hard, and I then felt a sudden, powerful surge going on up into me, I freaked and panicked, but he just held me very tightly. I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching deep inside me. Deep fear and dread filled me, but there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it.This was it, the moment of.