Subject: Swapping Party
Story Codes: MF FF F-oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: July 10, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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So much for my "stay within the family" ideals. Perhaps I was a bit
idealistic growing up to think that once I got married my sexual
activities would stay confined to my marriage family. Sure my mother had
accomplished this throughout her 25 years plus of marriage but times have
changed. All was well and good until that magical day when Steve asked
me to marry him and I accepted his proposal - unconditionally. It’s sort
of ironic now to think that I always figured the biggest issue with
getting married would be having my fiancé accept my requirements
regarding incest!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Marital Give and Take
Chapter 2 – Introductions
Chapter 3 - Round One
Chapter 4 – Two for One’s
Chapter 5 - Anything Goes Gangbang
Chapter 6 – Back Home Again
Chapter 1 – Marital Give and Take
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I have always believed that the foundation of a superior marriage is
based on the willingness of both partners to compromise. Face it, no two
people can live together, married or otherwise, for any length at time -
at least not happily, without being willing to change some of their ways
to satisfy their partner. Of course I’ve never been married (only
engaged at the moment) so all this is easy for me to say. The real test
will be after I take my vows. Still, based on what I've seen in so many
other marriages it seems to me that this one of the most critical
elements of a successful marriage.
At the same time I also believe that every person must have certain
morals and ethics which they simply can't compromise. Without those then
who are they - and who will they be down the road? If two people get
married and they haven't previously identified what those “off-limits”
areas are, then in my opinion their marriage is doomed. Sooner or later
the afterglow of the wedding and honeymoon dies and what remains can
become a harsh reality. It may not be for 25 years (as with my parents),
but the day of reckoning has to come sooner or later.
As for me there are not that many issues which I can't at least debate
but there ARE a few areas where either a guy will have to accept me as I
am or else we simply can't get married - no matter how much in love with
him I may be. The first and most important is my faith and religion. As
a devout Christian, active in my church and community, I expect my
husband to be engaged as a full partner and not just an onlooker. It’s
such a shame to see women at church with their children whose husbands
never attend or attend a different church, using their kids as pawns in
their little power games. I simply can’t see myself living that way -
and won’t. My husband WILL attend church with me and he will confess to
having Christ as his Lord and Savior AND believe it. This is simply not
negotiable.
Another area of mine for which there is "no compromise" is my family
relationships. My family, in particular my parents, will always take
precedence in my life. If a guy can't deal with my parents or relatives,
then he can't deal with me. None of this, “I hate my mother-in-law”
crap. Like church, I know of couples who for one reason or another can’t
attend family functions together or otherwise are estranged from one part
of their family or another. Sure there are members of my family I don't
really care for (some I REALLY can’t stand) but that doesn't mean I shut
myself off from them. What a guy wants in terms of a relationship with
his own family is up to him but when it comes to mine, it's all or
nothing.
Another important area also deals with my family. I simply can't EVER
see myself compromising when it comes to incest, at least with my father.
In a way it's a combination of the first two subjects I stated as being
non-negotiable. Biblically I believe that as the daughter of my father I
am bound to honor him in every way possible and if that means he wants me
sexually, then I will honor those needs. It’s not that I feel trapped or
forced to do anything, quite the opposite in fact. Don’t take this the
wrong way but in a sense it’s like my relationship with Christ where as
his disciple I am bound to honor him and obey him. I do this out of love
and respect, not slavery or under threat. If my husband cannot
understand this basic principle then better to end the engagement before
entering into a doomed marriage.
Just to show why this is so important to me, my Aunt Linda married a man
whom she loved dearly but who wasn't on board with her having sex with
her father. Because he wanted to marry her he claimed that he could deal
with it but when push came to shove he couldn't contain his jealousy and
after a couple of years demanded that she stop. Like me, her family was
a higher priority over her marriage and thus she was forced to make the
terrible decision to demand a divorce. I like to think that I would’ve
made the same decision in her situation so I want to be sure I never get
myself into that situation in the first place.
Finally, just to show how things CAN change, there WAS a fourth area that
I always thought would be beyond compromise - adultery. According to my
reading of the Bible, adultery is defined as “sex outside of marriage”.
For some people the term “marriage” is defined as husband and wife ONLY.
However, as I mentioned earlier I believe that when you marry someone you
also “marry” their immediate family. Thus so long as sex stays within
the “marriage family” there can be no issues with adultery, regardless of
how you define it.
For my mom it was black and white - adultery was a sin, period. It
didn't matter if your spouse was OK with it or whatever rationalization
there may be. Adultery was a sin and she refused to allow it in her
marriage. Having been raised by her, I always assumed that I would
approach my marriage in the same way by limiting my sexual activities to
within my marriage family once I said my vows. As much as I enjoy sex I
can't say this thrilled me but then my first priority is God and HE takes
precedence over my personal desires.
Growing up I worried at times that finding the “perfect man: who would
agree to all my requirements might become impossible. Indeed, the one
guy I thought was going to propose to me ended up dumping me and actually
causing me personal harm once he got a whiff of my family’s incestual
activities. After that I was depressed as if the best guy I’d ever met
couldn't deal with it, then who would? Still, while I was willing to
negotiate most anything else, these three things were off the table.
Better to be single than miserable.
As it has turned out, getting Steve to agree to my "conditions" of
marriage was easy which just goes to prove that he indeed is “the one”
for me. Although not nearly as deeply religious as I am, he at least
goes to church and prays. While not as biblically versed as I would
like, I believe he will teach his children to love the Lord and to follow
his commandments. Steve loves my family - well for the most part but I
certainly can’t blame him for disliking a few of them as I can’t' stand
them either.
When it came to the incest part, he was naturally surprised as he had no
idea I was involved in such things. In fact I it wasn't until after
seeing me doing it once with my dad just to prove it wasn't some
monstrous practical joke that he believed me. After that time he made it
clear that he never wants to see me with my dad again but at least he has
NEVER even suggested I abandon my responsibilities. I suppose it didn't
hurt when I told him that I had no issues with him fucking any of the
women in my family that were agreeable to it - especially my Aunt Linda
who seems to have really caught his attention.
So as it turned out, all my worries about my fiancé agreeing to the
"terms" of my acceptance of his proposal turned out to be for naught. In
looking back I see now that our marriage was indeed ordained by God. How
else do you explain that the boy I gave my virginity to and then moved
thousands of miles away would come back to me after over ten years and
eventually propose to me? After fretting for so many years about not
giving my father my virginity, I was finally able to see God’s plan -
that I gave it to my husband instead. How many married women these days
can say their first time was with their husband? OK, so there were a few
in between but that doesn’t take away the fact that he was my first.
Perhaps it was a bit selfish of me but I had never thought about the fact
that my fiancé might bring a few demands of his own to the table. Steve
really only two had big issues, but both of them were huge so far as I
was concerned, especially given the background of my own parents'
marriage.
Steve’s first “demand” regarded what I considered to be adultery. Steve
made it clear to me that he fully expected to continue to have sex with
other people after we got married and he meant people outside of our
families (well, MY family since he didn't have sex with anyone in his).
For him this was non-negotiable and so I was forced to reconsider my
stance on adultery. There was no way I could completely toss it aside as
it was clearly stated in the Ten Commandments that we are not to commit
adultery so what were my options?
I discussed the problem with my aunt as my mom was so far away, praying
on it with her and alone a LOT. The one day it was like God spoke to me
and I felt like my eyes had been opened to a new reality. My mom’s
definition of adultery was hers and I totally respected her for it.
However, just as hers was based on her interpretation of the Bible, so I
felt I should be allowed to have my own interpretation. Where do we go
for the insight to achieve such interpretations - prayer. It was on my
knees that I suddenly realized that yes, I COULD marry Steve without
compromising my integrity yet at the same time satisfy his needs and
desires.
The whole issue comes down to, what is adultery? In short, I came to the
revelation that just as incest is not adultery (although some people
would claim a strict biblical interpretation would say that it was),
neither would be sex outside the marriage so long as both partners
consented and nothing was hidden. It was clear to me now that adultery
was more about “cheating” than sex. It’s the INTENT, not the ACT, that
counts. If my husband is hiding his sexual activities from me then he is
cheating on me and thus committing adultery because in his heart he is
betraying me
So much for what became my first “compromise”. The other issue was a bit
more nebulous and based more on my mother’s personal feelings than any
guidance from an authority such as the Bible. So far as my mom was
concerned, and therefore me for most of my life, sex with a minor was OK
so long as it was incest but otherwise it was strictly off-limits.
Granted, her “age of consent” was more like fifteen to sixteen versus
eighteen, but still it ruled out anything with a girl in her early teens
and certainly any preteens.
On the other hand, my father has always been infatuated with underage
girls. Still, for over 25 years he compromised for my mother’s sake and
relied on porn and then eventually his daughter and nieces to satisfy his
dark hunger. How he held himself back for that long is some sort of
miracle but eventually the dam burst and his uncontrollable needs became
one of the major contributors to their eventual divorce. The sad thing
is my mom knew about his perversions before they married yet clung to the
hope she could change him or at least keep his needs in check. Sadly, it
provides further proof to me that when you marry someone you have to
accept them as they are!
Given all that, imagine my shock when I was informed by my new fiancé
that he was into the same perverted things as my dad regarding underage
sex. Once again I was faced with a major decision. Was I really ready
to enter into marriage with the same understandings my mother had? The
answer was easy - no. Either I accepted him as he was or not but none of
this “I’ll change him” crap. At first I considered compromising a little
and allowing his to delve into these nasty things so long as he kept me
out of it.
I quickly put that aside as I wasn't about to go through the rest of my
life pretending that the reality wasn't there. The only alternative was
to put aside my beliefs and submit to his authority as my husband. Of
course technically there WAS another alternative - to give him back the
ring but in reality that was never anything I considered seriously. This
was an issue of public morals and ethics, not my religion or family, so
compromise was acceptable to me.
In the end, as much as I tried to pretend to debate the issue, in my
heart I think I always knew what the final outcome would be. After
seeing the results of my mother’s beliefs on their marriage, I couldn’t
mimic her knowing that sooner or later the same thing would happen to my
marriage. Some might say that 25 years was pretty good but I intend to
marry Steve “until death do us part”, not until we can't stand each other
anymore.
Even after accepting my decision, I didn’t just jump in the deep end all
at once. It was more like entering slowly into the shallow end and
working my way deeper and deeper. Until now we’d swapped with a few
couples, always just one other couple in which case we pretty much just
traded partners for the evening - or in once case the weekend. I
actually found it rather erotic to try someone new with my fiancé nearby
and Steve seemed to love watching me being fucked by another guy as well.
I can't really say I get the same enjoyment out of watching him screwing
another woman, but it’s nothing I can’t deal with since I know whose
pussy he’ll be filling with his wonderful dick when it’s all said and
done.
Now with just a little more than a month to go before the wedding, Steve
wanted to take it to another level - a swapping party with several other
couples. The first thing that came to mind were the various sex parties
my best friend Beth use to take me to now and then (although it’s been
ages since the last one). The irony was that those parties banned
couples as only singles were allowed. Now it was going to be just the
opposite in that you had to be married, or at the very least engaged for
at least six months, to gain entry. Well, at least there wouldn’t be any
silly initiation ceremonies this time around!
Chapter 2 – Introductions
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One of the most frequently asked questions I get about swapping is,
“Where do you find these people you meet up with?” Well, that’s a good
question. When it comes to groups and parties, for most of my life it’s
been through friends. My best friend Beth is one of the principles in a
group that meets frequently for sex parties. They are restricted to the
group members and guests by invitation only. Strictly for singles and no
voyeurs - you participate or leave. Beth’s parties were my most common
source. Now and then I would go to various parties where people would
break off or maybe give a blowjob in front of everyone but those were
pretty tame for the most part. Some of the craziest ones I’ve been to
were courtesy of my cousin Kristi back when she was a working girl. She
was the one getting paid - I just went along for the experience. Some of
those got really out of hand!
I never really “swapped” until Steve and I got engaged. I guess before
then I never considered myself in a position where having sex with
someone else would be considered “swapping”. My Aunt Linda was the one
who really opened THAT door for us. She was a long-time member of a
local swapping club that was VERY exclusive and VERY private which also
made it VERY secure - a key concern for most people involved in such
things. She had been a part of it since shortly after her divorce making
it over twenty years now. Call it our “engagement gift” from her when
she showed my fiancé their web site. For years it was all done by phone
calls and beepers but now they were in the Internet Age.
Steve was really enthusiastic about it and quickly got our application
process started. I looked at the web site but he did all the work. It
wasn’t like FaceBook where you just could make anything up about yourself
and “buyer beware”. Believe it or not we actually had to go through a
formal credit check and other personal security checks to verify who we
were as well as our intentions and expectations. My web site was
discovered, even though it was no longer on-line (just goes to show what
goes on the Internet is forever) which made for some tense moments as
they were worried about my ability to keep things private. For a while I
was worried sick that it might disqualify us until I was able to show how
I managed it and modified the story details to keep things private.
By far the most stressful part of the “application” process, at least for
me, was making our introduction video. Over the years I’ve developed a
bit of a phobia about on-line photos and such after some of the things
that have happened to me by people bent on hurting me because I somehow
offended them in some way, shape or form. When Steve told me we HAD to
do this video where we HAD to answer a number of routine questions, I was
OK with it at first until he told me we also HAD to be nude when we did
it - and not be hiding anything like crossing legs or folding our arms.
Thankfully we didn’t have to DO anything, just allow ourselves to be seen
naked standing up and posing, then turning around slowly so whoever was
checking us out got an idea of who they were going to potentially meet.
It wasn’t like I’ve ever been exactly shy about exposing myself but I
have to say I was nervous as a virgin on her first date while Steve was
recording me! Images of me posing nude being posted all over the
Internet still haunt me but so far as I know, nobody has ever violated
the terms of the group as by the time you do the video you’ve already had
to pass all the other tests.
As the head of our household, Steve is the one who does the initial
searches for people to meet, browsing through the lists and then the
various video profiles until he finds a couple he thinks might be fun to
swap with. He knows me pretty well so I trust him to find someone I will
like as well and so far he has done a pretty good job. Steve usually
narrows it down to three or four couples that he is OK with after which
he shows them to me and lets me pick the final one although he retains
the ultimate veto power. I have to say my tendency so far has been to go
with the older couples. In fact, we spent a weekend in Columbus, OH with
the last ones we met and they were old enough to be our parents!
Once I picked out someone then Steve contacted them through the service
so that they can check out our profile and decide if they want to accept
our invitation without having to divulge any personal information. In
fact, until both sides agree to meet no personal information is exchanged
such as full names, addresses or phone numbers. When an agreement is
made, THEN initial contact information is exchanged.
The usual means of “first contact” is via web cam. This is where we
really find out a lot about the other couple. Some are pretty
conservative whereas others have put on full-blown sex shows. For me,
either end of the spectrum is pretty scary and we have turned down more
than one couple after the web cam introduction when they proved to be
just way too out there for us. We figure if they are THAT wild and crazy
the first time on a web cam, what would they be like meeting them in
person?
Finally when everyone agreed that a hook-up was desirable, THEN more
personal information was exchanged. How you met the other couple, where,
etc. was all negotiable and varied with every couple we met. Some would
want to meet in a public setting like a restaurant, others just wanted to
meet in a hotel room and get things started quickly. It was the
variability that helped to keep it exciting each time.
So as you can see, it’s not like you just get on on-line and ask someone
to meet and next thing you know you’re at some restaurant waiting for a
total stranger to appear. It’s a rather long and tedious process but in
the end I feel safe meeting the people based on all the security
background checks as well as the time we spend getting to know each other
before any meeting actually takes place.
This time was even more arduous in that we were trying to line things up
with three other couples instead of just one which made it more like ten
times more difficult than just three times. Each couple had to approve
of the other three so it took a couple of weeks before a full agreement
was made. Again, this was a LOT different from Beth’s parties where you
just showed up and had no idea who was going to be there. For some
people it may have been too troublesome and for those type of people I
know there are plenty of swapping parties where anyone can show up and do
anyone. Personally I just don’t feel comfortable getting involved in
those type of parties so much anymore. In fact, if it was totally up to
me we would only swap with one other couple at a time but Steve likes
having a “buffet” as he likes to put it rather than having to just order
off a menu.
Finally it was all set with a time and place hammered out. One of the
couples lived in a rather exclusive part of town with a secluded back
yard that came complete with a pool hot tub and high security/privacy
fence surrounding it all which sounded perfect. The people we were
meeting with were:
Dwight (41) & Virginia (Jen) (40) - married twenty years, three kids
Mick (30) & Penelope (Pen) (30) - married two years, second marriage
for both, one girl from Pen’s first marriage
Matthew (19) & Julie (18) - newlyweds, just married in April, no kids
Of course none of their kids would be there. When it came to the
swapping group that was a strict rule that was grounds for expulsion from
the group - no kids, period. This was a swapping group, not an incest
group and definitely nothing to do with anyone underage. There were no
other real limits as you were free to find someone who matched your
profile. If you’re into BSDM then there were people who shared that
interest and if you didn’t then, you just didn’t agree to meet with to
those who did.
Interestingly, while kids weren't allowed, that didn’t mean it had to be
adult humans. Some of the profiles claimed to be interested in K9 and
other forms of bestiality. The first time I saw one of those Steve
grinned at me and I slapped him (maybe even a little harder than I
intended). He knew better than to even THINK about anything like that.
Everything was set for Saturday afternoon at Dwight and Jen’s place.
They had warned everyone that they could only host for a few hours due to
earlier commitments with their kids’ sports schedules but it was the only
weekend when it seemed everyone’s schedules worked out. In any case, to
be honest I’d rather meet for a few intense hours than drag it out over
the whole day so putting an abbreviated time limit on everything up front
was just fine with me.
Steve stopped by just after noon to pick me up. Parking his pickup at
the curb in front of the house, he came to the door where Kristi let him
in as I was still getting ready. Sneaking up behind me in the bathroom,
he poked me in the middle of my back just as I was leaning over the sink
to fix an eyelash, scaring me half out of my wits!
“Good lord, what can possibly take a girl so long to get ready?” he
teased me, “Besides, it’s not like anyone is going to care what you’re
wearing once when you get there.”
He had a point I guess, at least from a man’s perspective. Odds were I
wouldn’t be wearing my outfit for very long but then again, a girl likes
to look good when she first meets someone. You can tell a lot about
people by the clothes they wear so I’m always interested in seeing what
the other couple was dressed like when we first met. Since I felt this
way I suspected other women did too so I wanted to be sure to make a good
first impression.
Ahhhhhh, now THAT was the question - how to make a good impression?
While we wouldn't be the youngest couple we were more at the more
youthful end of the range. Still, I didn't want to come dressed like
some college girl Steve had just picked up. At the same time, we weren't
even married yet whereas everyone else was so I didn't want to come
looking like some sort of soccer mom either. Everyone would know why we
were there so there was not need to dress like a slut to get attention
yet at the same time I didn’t want to give the impression I was doing
something I wasn't comfortable with either by dressing like some old
lady.
So here I was, standing in front of the bathroom mirror still naked after
my shower. I’d already blown my hair dry and rubbed lotion on me after
having shaved so it was just a bit of makeup and then getting dressed.
Steve started to reach around me and grope at my boobs.
“Steve! We’ll never get out of here if you get me started,” I warned
him.
Poor Steve; I could see his face in the mirror over my shoulder as he
rested his chin on it and reached down to put his hand between my legs.
I rolled my eyes a bit melodramatically and sighed heavily as his finger
started to tease me. Damn but it felt good yet we didn't have time to
mess around now.
“Damn it Steve, stop!” I said, although albeit not very convincingly.
Steve reluctantly pulled back and chuckled. “If only we weren't running
so late already...,” he whined.
Well, that made two of us with those thoughts. Honestly, if he hadn’t
listened to me and simply dragged me off to bed and made love to me all
afternoon I would’ve been just fine with that. Face it, the party was
really for him and if we missed it I wouldn’t have been exactly
heartbroken.
Ignoring him I put on the last touch of eye shadow and added a hint of
perfume before reaching over to grab my outfit. I’d gone for a light
summer dress, no straps and no underwear. It was a light yellow, short
enough that it came down barely mid-thigh and defied gravity by clinging
to my boobs without slipping down although all I had to do was lean over
the least little bit for some nice cleavage exposure. What I liked about
it the most was that it was relatively sheer such that if the sun was on
the opposite side it would give you a pretty nice outline of me
underneath. I slipped it over my head and adjusted my boobs.
“Damn, haven’t seen that one before,” Steve wolf-whistled as he watched
me getting ready.
Well, it WAS brand new so he’d better not have seen it before! I twirled
around on one foot, just enough to bring the skirt up but it was tight
enough that it didn't rise up high enough to prove whether or not I was
wearing panties. Of course Steve knew I hadn’t put any on so it wasn't
like he didn’t already know the answer to the question.
“You know... we could just stay here and do it,” I offered seductively.
For a moment I could Steve was tempted but then he just smiled at me and
shook his head.
“Noooooo, you don’t get off THAT easy,” he laughed, “Let’s go, we’re
already late.”
On the way out I gave Kristi a kiss and she lifted up my dress and
spanked me playfully on my bare ass.
“Now don’t do anything I wouldn't do,” she said, trying to act serious.
Well, THAT certainly left me with a pretty broad playing field as I don’t
know exactly what Kristi would NOT do in such a setting had she been
invited.
With that we were off. It was just a ten minute drive to get where we
were going but that meant we would still be about twenty minutes late.
Oh well, all the better to make an entrance as my mother use to say.
As we pulled up and I noted the address, oddly enough I’d seen this house
many times before driving around town but had never paid it all that much
attention. Maybe that was because the reason I ignored it was the same
reason it had been chosen for today’s little party - it was set way back
from the road without a hint as to what was happening behind the stone
and iron fence that surrounded it. Large shrubbery and a forest
surrounded the back yard, rendering it invisible to anyone driving by.
It was built into the side of a hill with nothing above it or even to the
side, making it even more private than my parents’ deck which technically
was visible from across the valley to anyone with a high-powered
telescope. A cobbled stone driveway led past the iron gates which were
open as we pulled in. Inside a circular drive allowed us to park close
to the main entrance where double doors that reminded me of something
from a knights of the round table movie guarded the interior.
“Pretty impressive,” Steve mused as he put his truck in park.
Ahead of him was what looked to be a new Lexus and ahead of it was some
older model Toyota which looked to have seen its better days. Evidently
that other two couples were here and it didn't take a reincarnation of
Columbo to figure out which belonged to whom.
“Figures, last ones to arrive as usual,” Steve muttered as he got out of
the cab.
I knew it was directed my way even though he hadn’t looked at me when
he’d said it. Steve was always complaining about me being late, even to
the point he sometimes faked the time we were going somewhere by telling
me it was a half-hour earlier just so I would be ready when the real time
came around. What can I say? That’s me.
We approached the front doors and Steve rang the doorbell. Within a few
seconds a woman appeared and I recognized her from her profile. Virginia
(or Jen, short for Jenny as she preferred to be called) was taller than
I’d pictured her but other than that pretty much looked exactly like her
profile photos and video. She was dressed in a short robe with a belt
that barely kept it in place. The hem came down low enough to cover her
butt but that was with her standing and I doubted that it hid much once
she sat down. She had good reason for wearing it so short as even though
she was almost twice my age I would’ve loved to have had her legs!
“Welcome to our humble abode,” she greeted us.
I can’t say THAT impressed me. The house was gorgeous and VERY high end
so to try and pass it off as anything even remotely “humble” was being
more than a little pretentious.
We stepped in and she motioned for us to follow her through the spacious
great room and then into a hallway leading past the kitchen and then to
the back of the house where it looked like something from a Hollywood
movie. There was a large in-ground pool would have dwarfed my aunt and
uncle’s with a large hot tub off to one side as well. The concrete pad
was large enough for several tables, a built-in grill/fireplace as well
as a looked to be a wet bar that overlooked the pool.
“Wow, some place, eh?” Steve whispered into my ear.
I elbowed him as he never could master the art of whispering and no doubt
everyone in the back heard him. If so, then nobody was rude enough to
take notice and Steve nursed his bruised side like a hurt puppy.
Jen then introduced us to the others starting with her husband who was
serving drinks. Dwight was wearing cargo shorts almost the same as
Steve’s but maybe a shade darker than Steve’s khaki’s. He also had a
Steelers t-shirt which would have instantly endeared him to my father had
he been along. I didn't have to recall their profile video to recognize
Mick and Pen as they were definitely the older couple compared to what
had to be Matt and Julie.
Pen was a bleach blonde bombshell with boobs that definitely had to stay
away from the hot sun or the silicon might have melted. Like most women
with boobs jobs she obviously loved to show them off and was wearing a
VERY low cut tank that hugged them like Saran Wrap. Mick was rather non-
descript, just your average Joe off the street with the beginnings of a
receding hairline.
Matt and Julie caught my eye more than the others. Both of them looked
like they may have been fudging a couple of years on their profile but
then I when I considered the scrutiny Steve and I were put under, I had
to believe their ages were as advertised (nineteen and eighteen
respectively. Julie had her hair cut really short, actually shorter than
her new husband’s. She was extremely petite, maybe just a couple of
inches over five feet tall and nowhere close to needing the “100” weight
on the scale at the doctor’s office. Matt was not all that tall himself,
maybe just a little more than me but he must spend half the day at the
gym. Damn, he was built! If anything being short and that muscular made
him appear at first a little stocky but I imaged once he removed that
muscle shirt and shorts there wouldn’t be one ounce of fat to be seen
anywhere.
We all greeted one another, shaking hands to start. Dwight efficiently
took our drink orders and looked at me a little funny when I asked for a
Diet Coke but then I didn't really care. I’ve never been much of a wine
or mixed drink person so there was no reason to get started now.
Besides, I wanted to remember what happened here today, not wake up with
a headache.
Nobody said anything at first but I think we all felt a little anxious.
We WERE on the clock and with Steve and me arriving late that didn't help
matters. At least they’d been courteous enough not to get started
without us. As experienced as we were in such matters, it still would’ve
been a little awkward to have to walk in on a bunch of strangers having
sex and just jump in without hardly even a word spoken between you. As
the acting hosts, I think the rest of us looked to Dwight and Jen to take
the lead.
“Well, I just thought maybe it would help if Dwight and I confessed to
something,” Jen said after a few minutes of discussion about the
Steelers’ upcoming season thanks to Dwight’s t-shirt. “This is a first
for Dwight and I. Oh I don’t mean our first swap,” she hurriedly
corrected herself, “I mean our first time with a group.”
The rest of us looked at each other and I got the distinct impression
from the knowing looks on people’s faces that this was NOT the case with
the others.
“Hey, no sweat,” Mick was the first to respond, “Pen and I were pretty
anxious ourselves the first time but it’s like riding a bike... well like
riding something at least.”
The rest of us laughed and then Pen added, looking at Jen, “Mick’s right
Jen, I was the one who was nervous though. Mick couldn't wait. We
didn't start until we got into our late thirties and it was like it took
ten years off his performance - or lack of it I should say... sorry
sweetie.”
Dwight took the opening to add, “Oh that’s right. For the guys we’ve got
the purple pills available although I apologize for being so late to
mention that so I guess if you need one you’d better take it now. Girls,
anything else you might need along those lines just as Pen - I think she
could open a store with her current stock!
Thankfully Steve wasn't at that age yet where he needed pharmaceutical
assistance to get or maintain an erection and I doubted very much that
the others did either although I knew guys their age who took it thinking
it would extend their performance even more. Mick was only a couple of
years older than Steve and he just waved his hand to politely refuse.
With the introductions over, it was time to get started...
Chapter 3 - Round One
=====================
“Well, now that we have the formalities out of the way, any suggestions
on how to get this party started?” Dwight asked, rubbing his hands
together.
I almost laughed. Wow, this WAS really different from Beth’s sex
parties. With those once the initiation “ceremony” was over (provided
there was someone new) then everyone just more or less went at it without
a whole lot of thought. Then again, the average age of the people there
was in the mid to late twenties compared with today’s somewhat older
crowd.
I raised my hand and then red-faced, lowered it again. School teacher
habits die hard.
“Why don’t we put our names in a hat and draw for first time partners?” I
suggested.
Hey, it worked for sixth graders when it came time to match them up
although in that case boys picked from the boy hat while girls picked
from theirs. Then again, maybe THAT wasn't such a bad idea either
although with a little twist in that the guys would pick from the girl
hat and the girls would pick from the guy hat. It wasn't that I didn’t
want to be with any of the other women but I knew Steve would have had a
stroke before he paired up with another guy.
We all agreed to my modified version. Pen produced some paper and pens
and a couple of baskets instead of hats. We all put in our names with
the caveat that if you pulled your own partner then you had to put the
name back in and draw again. After all, what was the point in being here
if you were going to have sex with your own mate?
As the youngest Julie was picked to draw first and wouldn’t you know it,
she picked Matt’s name. Everyone just laughed as she tossed it back in
again and then reached in for another one. This time she got Dwight’s
name who definitely looked pleased as punch to be picked first. Then
again maybe as the oldest guy he was more pleased to be picked by the
youngest girl if I know anything about men at all. They can say what
they want but when given a choice men will almost always go for the
youngest option.
It was then my turn so I reached in to pick out a name and drew Matt. It
really didn't matter to me who I drew as I could’ve made a case for
starting out with any one of them. Unlike the guys, I tend to lean
towards older men anyway - more experience, care and appreciation.
Besides, I had little doubt that before the day was done I’d get to try
them all on for size, so to speak, so did it really matter which one went
first?
Pen was next with a 50-50 chance between Steve and Mick. Knowing that
Steve seems to prefer his women at either the extreme low or high end of
the age brackets, I was happy for him when Mick’s name was unveiled
leaving Jen by default for Steve. Again, he’d probably be dipping his
dick in all four of us before we got our clothes on again but I knew the
guys were more focused on their first partner than the other girls.
At this point we were all still fully dressed and given that the initial
pairing had been decided, everyone sort of looked around and then it was
if an unspoken command was given and we all started to undress virtually
simultaneously. Soon the four of us were stark naked. Looking around, I
quickly took inventory...
First, the obvious things... Julie and I were the only ones shaved - male
or female. Had I been asked to guess ahead of time, I would’ve bet that
Jen was mostly hairy while Pen would be trimmed neatly. Jen was around
the same age as my mother and aunt. They, and other women I’ve known in
their age bracket, grew up with hairy pussies and I know my mom
especially could never bear to shave hers off. I would be willing to bet
that 90% plus of the women I know over forty, even many of those in their
mid to late thirties, have most of their pubic hair intact. Well, Jen
was in that other 10% as she was trimmed down to nothing but a small “V”
above her pussy while Pen, who I would’ve expected to have a similar
style, won the trophy for the hairiest pussy although she DID trim it
down pretty low.
Other than that, we pretty much covered the spectrum in terms of body
shapes and boobs. As for me, I was somewhere in the middle in most
categories. By no stretch of the imagination did I have the largest
boobs - Pen and her fakes took THAT prize without a close second. Julie
had such a small frame that even though her boobs weren’t physically the
biggest, when taken in proportion to her body they looked much bigger
than they actually were, creating an optical illusion that made was
likely a B cup if you looked at the tag on her bra into what looked more
like a C or a D.
As for the guys, I could tell that despite their outward macho behavior
they were all checking out each other’s junk. Considering a guy has zero
control over the size of his dick I always get a kick out of how much
emphasis they place on cock size. It seems so silly as I would bet if
you took a poll of all women that most of them would tell you it really
doesn’t make a heck of a lot of difference to them. Oh sure if it’s a
monster or a dwarf then that means something but for the typical, run-of-
the-mill dick, they all pretty much feel about the same once they’re in
you. In my opinion the only time it matters is when I’m giving head as
then you can really tell what size a guy is - and yet another time when
overly large is NOT the most desirable attribute in the world.
That said, three of the four dicks pretty much fell into the mainstream.
I also noted that all four guys were circumcised. Over the years I’d had
a few guys who weren’t cut, maybe more than I know if you take into
account the parties where it was hard to keep track of who was in you and
who wasn’t, but overall I confess that I prefer them cut. Maybe it’s
more because some guys simply don’t practice good hygiene. Regardless,
once they’re erect and in you, it doesn’t make any difference anyway.
Again, it’s mostly the blowjobs when I really care one way or the other.
I said three of four... Then I noticed Dwight, at apparently the same
time as the others based on the soft gasp from Julie. Damn, the guy
missed a stellar career in the porn business! If you ask most guys what
size their dick is, I can guarantee almost all of them will reply with
something at least one or two inches longer then they actual are. Then
there’s always the “shrinkage” copout, even when it’s 110 degrees out.
But if Dwight was to claim that his dick was a good eight inches, I would
have said he was being conservative. Nine inches? Maybe even ten?
Heck, he wasn't even erect yet!
That brings me another point when it comes to dealing with cock size -
the erection process. Like, who really cares what size a guy is when
he’s flaccid? The only good thing about a limp dick is the promise it
holds. Face it, the best dick is a hard dick and an small erect dick
wins my vote over a long soft one every time.
One odd thing I’ve noticed over the years is that the larger a man is
when he is flaccid, the less he tends to expand when he gets erect. Like
I’ve had guys with dicks maybe only a few inches long when they were soft
that practically pushed their way down my throat after I start sucking on
them to get them erect. Also, the smaller dicks seem to get stiffer
which is a selling point for those who like HARD dicks (like me). When a
guy whips out a huge soft dick I find myself often more than a little
disappointed when it only grows a little bit and never even gets stiff
enough to stand up on its own. While the little guy is pointed up to the
ceiling like a rocket about to take off, the big guy is just hanging out
there like some sort of firm sausage. Oh well, every girl has her own
version of what makes for a good dick so I’m just giving my two cents
worth. In any event, it’s rare to come across a dick like Dwight’s so I
was already looking forward to giving it a test drive if nothing else.
Steve leaned over, gave me a quick kiss and headed straight for Pen who
had sat back down in her chair in anything but what her mother taught her
was a ladylike pose. Her legs were wide apart in a manner exactly how
every little girl’s mom teaches her NOT to sit. She was cupping her huge
boobs in her hands, bouncing them like melons as she waited impatiently
for my fiancé. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) I didn’t get to see what
happened as at that very moment Matt stood in front of me with one hand
on his dick slowly stoking himself.
“So Kelly, do you want to suck my dick first or are you going to watch it
get hard from me just staring at your incredible body and then fuck you?”
Well, it was a unique approach, I had to give him that. Ironically I had
to think about my answer for a moment. On the one hand I LOVE sucking on
dicks but then on the other, sometimes it’s nice just to fuck like
rabbits without any fanfare or even foreplay. What the heck, I could
always suck a guy’s dick whenever I wanted but it’s not that often you
get the chance to JUST be fucked. That may sound strange but if you
think about it it’s true for most girls. Even if I don’t suck their
dicks first, guys always want to at least grope a little, rub my boobs,
try to play with my pussy, maybe even eat me out. Even if it’s just a
little kissing and playful groping, there’s always SOMETHING. That’s
right... think about it and you’ll agree with me.
“Cool, let’s do it,” I finally responded, strolling over to the hot tub.
Unlike my parents’ tub this one was built into the ground like a
miniature swimming pool, more like the type you see at a hotel. It was
circular with decorative ceramic tile lining the sides and top. I sat
down, feeling the sun-warmed tile warm on my bare butt. Swinging around,
I dropped my legs in the water and then leaned back on my hands with my
legs spread wide apart.
Matt watched me and quickly assessed the situation. Realizing what I
wanted, he climbed in the tub and stood on the submerged seating area
that went all around the interior. Whether by design or happy
coincidence it put him at the perfect height to where his growing cock
was right at the level of my crotch. He started to reach for my knees,
probably to get his balance as he went down on me but I moved them away
quickly.
“Noooooo, no touching... I just want you to fuck me Matt,” I teased him,
wagging my knees in and out to show him my pussy and then hide it from
him.
Matt looked a little confused so I tried to explain myself more clearly,
“You asked me and I said for you to fuck me and that’s exactly what I
want... JUST fuck me. No touching, no kissing, nothing but your dick in
my pussy, got it?”
Matt just shrugged his shoulders with a “What the hell why not?” look. I
mean, isn’t that what every guy dreams of - dodging the foreplay and
getting straight to the sex? He grabbed his dick by the base, limed it
up with my pussy, place the head of his dick at the entrance and started
to push it in me. Thankfully the entire scene was getting me hornier by
the second so I was plenty wet for him to get it in me easily without
much trouble. It didn’t hurt that when I looked over I saw the other
three all engaged in some form of sexual act. It seemed that nobody else
was waiting to do any foreplay either. The heck with kissing, we all
just wanted to fuck!
I gasped as Matt’s crotch pressed up against my own as his dick was now
fully engulfed by my tight pussy. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to feel him
buried in me although when you got right down to it, it wasn’t
necessarily HIS dick that felt so good in me, it was the fact that A dick
was in me. Sometimes it matters more WHOSE dick is in me, such as when
my dad is fucking me or my fiancé. Still, most of the time what really
matter more to me is WHY a guy’s dick is in me. For example, when a
married man has in dick in a pussy besides his wife for the first time
since they said their vows - and that pussy is mine, then THAT means
something to me.
Then there were even those times when it’s WHAT was in my pussy that sets
the tone - but we won’t go into my “dog days of summer” past. Just say
that there’s that special feeling I get when something unique is fucking
me, something even a little taboo like a young boy’s dick.
Put that all aside and you have what I had right now - just a dick in me.
Matt, so far as guys went, meant nothing to me. He wasn't family, he
wasn’t a lover or even a cheating husband. He wasn't anyone strange or
taboo. This was sex in its purest form, just a make penis in a female
vagina. This was sex for the sake of physical pleasure only - and Matt
wasn't doing a bad job of it either!
Over at the tables someone was cumming as I heard a high pitched cry of
ecstasy. Something along the nature of a dozen or so “Oh my gods”, mixed
in with “Fuck me” and “Give it to me harder”. OK, so it was all rather
cliché but people actually say this crap!
Meanwhile Matt was pumping away in me, splashing the still water in the
hot tub and bringing the surface to a froth. I wanted so bad to rub
myself, to play with my clit and cum quickly but it was like a point of
honor to keep my hands away, just as Matt was keeping his on the edge of
the hot tub on each side of me to keep his balance. The only parts that
were physically touching between the two of us was his dick and my pussy.
Not surprisingly as it was his first fuck of the day, Matt didn't last
all that long. “Mmmmmmm, fuck yeah,” he grunted as he started to cum in
me long before I was anywhere near getting off myself. He let the first
couple of loads of sperm loose inside of me and then he pulled out and
the rest of his warm cum sprayed all over my lower stomach and pussy.
“Damn that was fucking hot,” he huffed as he plopped down on the tub next
to me, his spent cock already starting to droop. Hopefully it would rise
again with some of the same speed that it was showing now when it came to
dwindling.
I looked down and slowly spread his cum over my stomach with my fingers
like it was lotion. Then I slipped down into the hot water and washed it
off before it could dry and cake on me. Little streams of coagulated cum
spread out over the surface, slowly falling to the bottom of the hot tub
where hopefully the filter would grab it before someone got in and found
it all over them - been there, done that, not the coolest thing in the
world.
“Thanks Matt,” I said with a grin, rubbing my pussy with hot water to
clean it off. Now THAT felt pretty good too!
Having punched his score card so far as I was concerned, Matt was already
looking around for the next piece of, stroking himself again with one
hand as he walked away from me. Well, what do you expect when you’ve
just been fucked for the sake of fucking, an after-sex cigarette?
Chapter 4 – Two for One’s
=========================
After each of the men had cum we regrouped for the next round. Pen was
toying with her pussy with a coupled of fingers, pushing Steve’s cum out
of her and the scooping it up and licking it off her fingers like she was
cleaning the bowl after her mom had made cookies. She looked at me and
at first I thought she was going to offer me some but she was just
teasing me and if anything, made even more of a show of eating it once
she knew she had my attention.
Julie looked to have taken a full load on her face, not to mention her
hair but she didn’t seem as inclined as I would’ve been to wipe it off
but rather wore it like some sort of badge of honor. Jen must have taken
her load on her boobs as she was rubbing it over them with both hands,
one on each boob as if it were suntan lotion. Hmmmmmm, I appeared to be
the only one relatively clean of sperm at the moment but then I was the
only one who had gone into the hot tub for sex while the rest had
remained on the tables and chairs.
“Well, that was certainly a great way to get things rolling, everyone
agree?” Dwight proclaimed after we all were seated again.
Everyone sort of just nodded and smiled, especially the guys. I know at
least one of us girls had cum but I wasn't sure who although the glow
beaming from Pen’s face would have lit a room.
“It would be nice if we had all day to try out various combinations and
such but as I warned everyone while planning this, Jen and I have a
soccer match to be as in a few hours and you parents know how that goes.
So how about we try something to get more people involved all together?”
The rest of us, Jen included, looked at each other but nobody was
offering up any ideas so it was left up to Dwight who seemed to relish
his role but time was wasting away causing his wife to give him a playful
poke and he got the message.
“Alright, alright, so here it is... the gals all lay on their backs next
to each other over there on the big table, the guys start out with their
own partner and the one on the end flips over this timer I stole from
Jen’s kitchen drawer.” He lifted up a little old-fashioned egg timer with
salt in it that spread from one globe to the other when you flipped it
over. Each time the timer ends we move over one and the next guy on the
end starts the timer over. If a guy cums he has to drop out - along with
his partner, until only one pair is left and then we all get to watch the
finale.”
OK, so it was something different which made it pretty cool for me. Sort
of like a sexualized version of musical chairs. It wasn’t like anyone
else had anything else to offer so we girls got up, went over to a large
stone table and laid out some beach towels under us. Then we laid down
tight up against one another far back enough so we could rest our feet on
the edge of the table. Then the guys got into position. Steve and Matt
were firm and ready but Mick and Dwight were still stroking.
“Hey, that’s not fair,” Julie protested, “The old guys aren’t even hard
yet!”
After she said it she covered her mouth with both hands, embarrassed a
bit but everyone understood what she meant, even if poor Dwight looked a
little embarrassed himself at his half-hearted erection.
“Sorry... I didn't mean to say it that way,” the poor girl looked like
she might even cry but Jen sat up and looked over her way, trying to calm
her down.
“You know, she’s right,” Jen observed, “Dwight, why don’t you go down and
see if she can't help you out a bit and even the playing field? I think
an eighteen year-old should be able to get that perked up pretty quick,
don’t you think?”
Being Julie was on the end, it made it easy for Dwight to move over and
stand to the side of the table while Julie turned her head and took his
dick in her mouth and started sucking on it like a baby on a pacifier.
Sure enough, in a few minutes between her sucking on his dick and his
fondling her boobs he swelled right up like a trooper.
“Ah the wonders of modern medical science... and teenager mouths,” Mick
observed, having stroked himself to a full erection in the meantime.
The it was my turn to register a protest.
“I think the guys need to give us a little attention before they just
start fucking us, don’t you girls?” Everyone looked at me and while I
had their attention it was obvious I didn't have their understanding.
“Why don’t we see which guys eats pussy best first... and THEN they can
fuck us after we cum?” I proposed. It only seemed fair to me as odds
were at least one of us wouldn’t cum otherwise this time around.
Nobody seemed to protect, least of all the guys although I wasn't seeing
any open signs of revolt from the female side of the room either. I
wasn't trying to be smart-alecky or anything, I just wanted my pussy
licked and what could be better than several guys licking it one after
the other?
Steve proposed that the guys all line up with their previous partner to
start, using some lame excuse about “transitioning” but I knew what his
real agenda was. Steve was about as homophobic as they come and it was
so soon after the first round that we all had cum still in us, especially
me. Steve HATED cum - if he even got his own on him by mistake he acted
like hot acid had been poured on him until he washed it off. The idea of
having to lick a pussy dripping with another man’s cum must have been
driving him crazy from the moment I had first proposed it. I hadn’t
really thought about that or I wouldn’t have proposed it but now I could
as least support my poor anti-gay fiancé.
Matt returned to his earlier position - between my legs, as I leaned back
on my elbows and propped me feet on the edge of the table, lifting my ass
up just enough to give him a good clear view of my pussy. Although I had
washed myself off, I knew there were still remnants of his last load in
me and that if I pushed hard enough I might get some of it to squeeze out
but something told me he wouldn't exactly appreciate such a move so I
behaved myself.
Dwight announced that it was to get started and matt dropped his head
down with his hands under my butt, lifting me up to his mouth like I was
a giant piece of watermelon. He plunged his face into my crotch, going
directly for my pussy hole with his tongue. I could feel the bridge of
his nice against my clit as his tongue probed into me, apparently
oblivious of what was lurking just inside. I wonder if he knew the
pressure his nose was putting on my clit was actually feeling better than
his tongue as it tried to wiggle inside of me - but without a lot of
success.
My head leaned back and I closed my eyes as I focused on the feeling of
my pussy being licked and kissed. Matt was OK, but definitely eating
pussy was not his string suite. It didn't matter all that much as being
as horny as I was it didn't take much to drive me over the edge as my
hips bucked into his face while I groaned with the ripples of pleasure
that were coursing through me.
Soon I could hear all the girls sighing and moaning as each of them was
treated to the pleasure of having their pussy licked. Personally I would
have been just as happy to get in a circle and do the next girl down the
line while the guys watched as I had no doubt they would do a better job
than poor matt but this was a party where WHAT we did was almost as
important as anything.
Matt was followed by Mick, the Dwight and finally Steve. By the time
Steve arrived I’d cum twice (Mick was by far a total novice when it came
to female oral sex) and my pussy was soaking wet, well clear of any
remaining cum by now.
“What are you waiting for?” I teased him as he seemed to hesitate.
More likely he was just catching his breath but I wasn't giving him any
quarter. Steve wasn't nearly as much into giving as receiving when it
came to oral sex and lucky for him, I was more than happy with that
arrangement. If I really wanted my pussy licked then I preferred going
to a girl for that anyway. Still, it wasn't like he was anything like
Mick - at least he knew how to make me cum.
And cum he made me... twice in fact. It didn't hurt that he was my
fiancé either as I always enjoy being eaten out by someone IO know more
so than strangers.
Once a full round had been completed, Dwight stood up and wiped his face
off with a handy towel. He asked if we girls had had enough for them
moment - with his eyes fixed on me, the troublemaker. Hey, I was happy
but I didn't know about the others. Everyone seemed anxious to get to
the fucking again so I shut my mouth and didn't propose anything more
like that
With all the guys now ready, they positioned themselves and then Dwight
counted down from three and all of them pushed their dicks into their
partners pussy. I felt Steve’s inside of me and compared it to having
Matt in me a few minutes earlier. Had I closed my eyes and not known who
was in me, physically there was little, if any difference. Still, there
was something about having my future husband in me that was far more
satisfying.
With everyone now coupled, Dwight flipped the timer and they all started.
“OK now, no cheating... full strokes only, none of this half-way shit,”
Dwight called out like a referee. “And keep up the pace - we don’t have
all day.”
I could feel Julie on one side of me and Pen on the other as we had lined
up by age. Their warm nude bodies felt so smooth and soft against mine.
I laid one hand on each of their upper thighs as we all were fucked by
our husband (or soon-to-be husband in my case).
Before I knew it Dwight was calling out to switch. Damn, that was one
fast egg- timer! I wonder if he had doctored it to remove some of the
salt in it so it would drain faster?
Dwight came around to replace Matt while the other three just moved down
one girl. This time is was Mick’s turn to run the timer and as soon as
we were all filled once again with a dick he flipped it over and the
fucking resumed. Once again Matt was in me and once again I compared him
to my fiancé who was now fucking Pen and her massive boobs. Yeah, it was
good but definitely not AS good. I wondered if it made the same
difference to the guys or was a pussy a pussy and it didn't really matter
whose? Hmmm, something I would have to talk to Steve about some time...
Once again the timer quit WAY too soon in my opinion and none of the guys
seemed close to cumming. I was starting to wonder if the frequent starts
and stops might make this drag on a long time. I mean, it was kind of
fun but face it, once the novelty wore off this wasn’t exactly the
sexiest activity in the world.
The third round was about to begin and who was in front of me but Dwight
with that monster dick. I’d heard Julie crying out in a bit of pain when
he had first entered her and now when I looked down and saw that python
of a snake about to enter me, I drew a sharp breath and prepared for the
worst. Held it about half way up, aligning the massive head with my
pussy. Thanks god he wasn't the first. After having been fucked now by
three guys (OK, two of them was the same guy), I was wet and loose.
Actually, when he started pushing there was a momentary sharp feeling and
then it was more like I was being pushed apart than anything else. Then
with one more hard push he was in me, well, almost all the way but close
enough.
Oh yeah, now THIS was a different dick! It was midway through the third
round when Steve started groaning. He was fucking Jen now and I thought
to myself oh god, he’s getting off fucking the MILF! Then he just
grinned at me and gave the thumbs up as he continued to hump her - but
without the accompanying sound effects. Bastard! He was just teasing
me.
Then without warning I felt Dwight’s rhythm change and he thrust himself
hard into me, causing me a little pain as he pushed in too deep.
“Oh crap!” he groaned as he came inside of me. Now THIS was a surprise.
I actually would have put money on Dwight being the last guy standing
given the difficulty he had getting it back up again. Then again, who
knew how much Viagra he’d taken before we came over.
“Dwight! How could you?” Jen complained as Steve pulled out of her. And
so we were down to three.
I had a lot of confidence in Steve. He could go sometimes for like
forever without cumming in me. The boy had staying power, I had to give
him that. So imagine my surprise when just moments after he started
fucking Julie my loving fiancé, the guy who could go on and on, started
cumming. It figured, the young one got to him. Crap, it wasn't like she
was THAT young.
“Oh Steve, you’ve GOT to be kidding me,” I groaned.
Poor Steve, he could barely even look at me. To think he came in third
place... out of four! I never would have called that one.
Eventually Matt was the winner and so he got to cum in Julie as the
climax (sorry for the pun) of the event. From my perspective, who cared?
It was first place or no place so far as I was concerned.
Chapter 5 - Anything Goes Gangbang
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We were down to where things would have to end in about a half hour at
the maximum so nobody was really in the mood for anything cute. The time
had come for some good old-fashioned fucking. Poor Dwight, he was pretty
limp and I didn't think even another blowjob by Julie was going to help
at this point. Mick was recovering much better than I had expected as
was Steve. Matt... well Matt probably had another two or three loads
left in him before that well ran dry.
“C’mon Steve, let’s DP Pen... she loves it,” I heard Mick say to Steve.
Pen was actually sitting next to me. She had heard them just as I had
and she leaned over to whisper to me, “Crap, looks like I’ll be sitting
sideways in the car going home.”
We both giggled but then I wasn't so sure how much she was kidding. I
HATE anal sex and DP’s even more. OK, I’ve done them before but that
didn't mean I liked them.
Meanwhile, Matt seemed interested in the opposite age range as his wife,
heading for Jen with that unmistakable gleam in his eye. That left me,
Julie and Dwight. Well, Dwight’s dick didn't look like he was going to
be making any progress anytime soon. I don’t mind sucking on a soft cock
so long as it stiffness in my mouth - actually I LOVE that feeling. But
sucking on a spent dick that has no chance of recovering is sort of a
lost cause.
So that left only one viable option so far as I was concerned. Julie.
Taking a seat next to Julie, I put my arm around he and hugged her close
as we watched our guys fucking other men’s wives. Steve and Mick were
having quite a time with Pen. For all her minor complaints, she sure
hadn’t protested one bit when after climbing on top of her husband’s dock
she leaned over and let Steve stuff his cock up her ass. Well, I was
glad it was her getting him that way and not me! Meanwhile, Jen was
doing a little riding of her own on a dick young enough to be her son’s.
“How does it feel to watch your husband fucking another woman?” I asked
Julie as I gently touched my fingers to her perky breast, running little
circles around the nipple. She was apparently too busy keeping an eye on
her husband to notice.
“I really don’t mind, we’ve never been exclusive since we started
dating,” she said softly.
Yeah right. Something just didn't seem right but then I had other things
on my mind than how she dealt with her husband’s lustful endeavors.
Reaching a little more around her, I cupped her breast in my hand as I
leaned down to kiss the side of her neck. God she smelled so good!
“Ummmmm, Kelly... what are you doing?”
I guess it never even dawned on me that any girl involved in swapping
might NOT be a little bisexual.
I leaned over further, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking gently
on it while playing my tongue over the tip.
“Kelly... please don’t.”
I sat up and looked at her but kept my hand on her boob. “Don’t you like
girls Julie? You HAVE been with a girl before, haven’t you?”
Julie nodded vigorously and answered, “Oh sure, plenty of times. I just
prefer boys... is that OK?”
Damn, stuck with an old guy with a spent dick and a hot teenage girl that
only wanted sex with boys. Now this was turning into one heck of a swap!
Well, that left just one option. I wasn't about to force Julie into
anything she wasn't comfortable with and as much as I LOVE sucking cock,
sucking a soft dick wasn't my idea of how to finish the day. Looking
over at Steve and Mick, I made an executive decision. Walking over to
where Steve as still fucking her ass, I tapped on Mick’s head.
“Sorry guy, this girl needs to be fucked and Steve can take care of your
wife so that leaves YOU.”
Pen look at me and started to say something but I put my fingers on her
mouth and shushed her. “Sorry, but stop being selfish and share!”
It took a little rearranging but soon Mick was set free leaving his wife
leaning over the table with my fiancé back in her ass again. I sat on
the edge of the table and motioned for Mick to move in. If he was
holding a grudge for me pulling him away from his wife he certainly
wasn't showing it as he quickly inserted his dick where it belonged, at
least for the moment - in my pussy.
As Mick fucked me for the last time that afternoon, I saw Julie and
Dwight sitting off to the side watching. Well, Julie could be having her
pussy licked pretty damn well by now if she had really wanted it so I
wasn't feeling sorry for her. Poor Dwight was a different story though.
I waved him over and he came up next to Mick.
“C’mon Dwight, let me see what I can do with that monster,” I encouraged
him.
I laid back and let Mick put my legs up over his shoulders as he held my
thighs while he fucked me. That left my head on the table at the other
side, in perfect position for Dwight to dangle his dick down into my open
mouth. It was like lowering a worm down into the water but this was no
little worm, that was for sure.
I started to suck on Dwight’s dick. Damn, even when soft it was bigger
than most any dick I had ever sucked. I’d had a few giants in my day and
his was right up there with them. Even though it wasn't erect, it was so
large and thick that it almost passed for a mild erection.
As I sucked on Dwight, Mick eventually filled me with my last load of cum
for the day. This time I was playing with myself and actually came twice
in the process. While Dwight never did get to cum again, I like to think
I made his last moments memorable - they were for me.
It was time for Dwight and Jen to get ready to get their kids. They
apologized for having to cut things off but then we all knew the rules
before we started so it was fine with all of us. I could have done with
a good shower - or even a dip in the hot tub to wash off but we needed to
get going so I just threw on my clothes as did Steve. We all hugged and
then left for our cars - or truck in the case of Steve and me.
“So did you cum in her ass?” I asked Steve as we drive away.
Steve just grinned at me so I continued, “Don’t you dare ask me to suck
that thing until you shower, got it buster?”
Steve laughed but he knew I was serious. There aren’t a lot of things I
won’t do sexually but anything to do with assholes is off limits -
especially ass-to- mouth. Nope, won’t do THAT!
Chapter 6 – Back Home Again
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Back at my place Steve came in with me. Kristi was there to greet us,
asking all sorts of questions but I brushed her aside, telling her I
needed a shower - badly. All that did was elicit even more questions but
I just shook my head and told her she would have to wait until later for
any details.
Steve followed me up and we showered in the bath tub together. First
things first - washing that dick off. By now Steve was in high gear yet
again so it began to harden as I scrubbed it but THAT would have to wait
a few more minutes. My second priority after getting him cleaned off was
scrubbing myself down - especially my hair. Somehow along the way I’d
gotten someone’s load in my hair which I discovered on the way home as I
tried to comb my hair.
Once we were clean it was straight to bed. Part of my agreement to do
this sort of stuff with Steve was that anytime we had sex with other
people, we had to come home and make love first thing. Yeah, I know it’s
“just sex” but still, it WAS sex and no matter how you try to
depersonalize it, it was someone else my fiancé was fucking. That was OK
but before he went to bed he was going to always get a reminder of who
really deserved that dick - ME.
Later that night as I lay in bed with Steve’s dick still in me, I smiled
to myself and squeezed down just a little on it, feeling that reassuring
feeling in me I get whenever his cock is inside of me. It’s like I’m
totally his, completely his, only his.
Sure swapping is fun but nothing beats making love with the man you love!
THE END