“Look, bitch.” The man shoved his fore arm in front of my face. There tattooed was a black swan. “Do you see it you slut?” I nodded and knew I...could stop this at any time. He was a Black Swan, one of the men from the Society I had joined. In the back of my mind I knew that I could say the word, that one terrible word, and this would stop. Within the society, they gave me that secret word that would make any sexual encounter with another Swan stop instantly. But I didn’t want it to stop, but I. In less than a minute she was screaming and cumming into his mouth. When she finished she pulled him up and licked his face to clean her juices off. “Now”, she said. “Fuck me, now.” It didn’t take any more than that for him to slide his aching rod into her still pulsing vagina. She lifted her hips up higher for him to go deeper and ground herself onto him. He surged forward and set a fast, frantic speed to his pumping. Her hands went up to her breast and pinched each nipple. Then one. This one, though, she was the best match yet. Sheila invited him into her apartment after they walked back from dinner and offered him a drink and no promises. They chatted and sipped wine. During one of their few silent moments she settled against his shoulder. They talked some more about nothing and had some more wine. Shawn took the glass from her. “I wouldn’t want to see that get spilled.” Sheila shyly smiled, placed her freed hand behind his neck, and pressed her lips onto his. They kissed. "Yes. I've heard some of my friends talk about how nice it feels when they have sex with their boyfriends and I'd love to try it, but I'm scared to." "Why are you scared?" I asked. She blushed again. "I wouldn't now what to do. I've never done it before and I'm afraid I'd make a fool of myself. Have you ever ... you know?" she asked, now blushing even more. I knew what she was asking and nodded. "Yes," I replied, "plenty of times."Now I could see she was really struggling for words. "Would you.