Not waiting for an invitation, I stripped off my clothes and slid into the soothing tub of warm water and reached for her.
Her hand went below the surface of the water and began to stroke my hot cock. I bent my head to lick those lovely tits-she arched her back to push her breasts deeper into my mouth.
We were both hot and ready ... I wondered if we could make it to the bedroom. But I need not have bothered to wonder ... she wanted it right there ... in the bath tub!
TOM AND JANICE
I guess you could say that getting involved with the Backside Swingers was just one of those things that always seems to be happening to me. You know, some people seem to be lucky in everything they do, and some people are just plain unlucky-in everything. Some people have a natural talent for some things, and some people have no talent at all-for anything. By telling you all this I'm not trying to make some sort of deep philosophical statement, or get into some kind of far-out pseudo-psychology. I'm just leading up to the how and why of my getting into the Backside Swingers-one of the strangest clubs ever to come into existence in the strangest part of the country. Southern California.
Some things happen to some people, over and over again, for no known reason. They just do. With me, it's that every chick I meet is weird. I'll walk into a bar, there will be twenty women sitting there, nineteen of them normal, healthy women with normal, healthy desires and appetites; one of them will be really strange, and guess which one I'll end up talking to, and probably taking home. Right! The weirdo.
While this can lead to some very interesting evenings, it can get to be something of a drag after a while. I mean, after ending up in bed with women who only dig oral sex, women who get turned on only if you suck their big toe for ten minutes first, one chick who had to read comic books while she was screwing or she couldn't climax, and so on, I begin to get really hungry for a normal woman who is looking for some normal sex. That's why, one night, I started out determined to try something different. I was going to go down to my favorite bar, but I was not going to try to pick up a chick. I was just going to go in, order a drink, and sit there. I figured that maybe a woman would come after me, and then again, maybe not. But, hopefully, if one did come after me on her own, since she would be picking me up instead of me picking her up, it would break the pattern and she'd be a little less strange than what I usually ended up with. That's what I was hoping, anyway.
Let me tell you, it was really different. Actually enjoyable. Just sitting there, sipping a drink and listening to the music, without working my balls off trying to score. No tension, no hassle, no put-downs. It looked like it was going to be a really nice evening, even if I had to end up going home alone.
Not that I'd have had to, if I didn't want to. Go home alone, that is. There must have been at least fifteen broads in there by themselves, and only six or seven single men. If I had wanted to try, I'm sure I'd have had no trouble scoring. Of course, I knew what kind of woman I'd score. Some ding-a-ling who dug screwing only while standing on her head in the shower. Someone who simply wasn't playing with a full deck.
Along about eleven I spotted a really sharp woman. Blond hair, blue eyes, nice shape, and on the right side of thirty. And if those rocks she was wearing were real, I figured she must have been loaded.
Anyway, I was just sitting there looking, and there she came, straight for my area of the bar. I wondered if she was going to stop anywhere near me, or was headed down to the crowded end of the bar, then stopped wondering as she sat down right next to me. I began to think that maybe it was time for my luck to take a big change for the better. I should have known better.
"Hi!" I said. "Can I buy you a drink?" Up close she looked even better, and if those weren't real diamonds I was prepared to eat them-without salt.
"Sure. Thank you. I'm Janice." Her voice was pure sex, and the smile she gave me with that thank you was bright enough to light up the whole room.
"You're welcome," I said, showing off my sparkling turn of conversation. "My name's Tom. I don't recall seeing you here before. Do you live around here?" Always get straight to the point, my daddy used to tell me.
"Not far. This is my first time in here, though. I was on my way to a party, and I felt like a drink, so I thought I'd stop in for-a few minutes." The bartender delivered our drinks and we touched glasses before tasting them, almost like a promise of something to come that neither of us was quite willing to bring out into the open quite yet.
As we sipped our drinks we continued the small talk, getting friendlier with each passing second, until, by the time the glasses were empty, we were laughing, joking and babbling on like we had known each other for years. I began to get the feeling that this was IT. I started to order another round, but Janice put her hand on my arm to stop me.
"Thanks, Tom," she said, "but I'd better get going. I wasn't planning on staying this long." Oh, no! She couldn't do this to me!
"Aw, come on," I said. "Surely you have time for one more. That is, unless you have a husband waiting at the party or something...." I gave her my best little boy smile, full of hope.
"I'm sorry," she said, returning my smile, "but I really have to get going. I promised I'd be there by ten, and it's almost midnight already." I tried to look as unhappy as I felt at her words, and I guess I must have succeeded. "I don't want to spoil your evening, though," she said with another one of those fifty megaton smiles. "If you want, why don't you come to the party with me, and I'll buy you a drink?" Oh, yeah! Baby, you'd better believe that's what I wanted.
I didn't even bother answering her. I picked up a couple of bills I had on the bar, leaving a single for the bartender, got up, took her arm, and led her out the door. Once outside she started leading me, first to a pale blue Corvette parked right in front of the bar, then, after a short drive, to a very expensive-looking house.
We parked the car in the gravel driveway and she led me up the steps and right through the front door without knocking, which gave me the idea that the party must have been at her house. It turned out that the idea was wrong, but I didn't find out for sure whose house it was until much later, after I became a member of the club.
I got the idea right away that it was a pretty strange kind of party. The lights inside were kind of dim, most of the illumination coming from a big fireplace, and there seemed to be several couples sitting around on couches making out. There was soft music playing, and an elusive scent of incense in the air.
"You'll find everything you need for drinks over there at the bar," she said. "Make me one, will you, while I take care of something? I'll be back in a minute." The smile came on again, she went up on her toes to brush her lips lightly across mine, and then she was gone, down a hallway that seemed to lead toward the back of the house, although even the light in the hallway was so dim I couldn't be sure just where she was headed.
I mixed us a pair of drinks, a strong one for me and a somewhat milder one for her, then sat down on one of the few unoccupied couches in the room to await her return. After a few minutes of sitting, trying not to watch what was going on around me, I became pretty impatient, and when the records ran out on the stereo I walked over to it, picking out and putting on the turntable some soft and romantic music that had a sexy Latin beat to it.
By the time I had the records playing I had finished my drink, so I mixed myself another one and sat down to wait some more. Fifteen endless minutes went by with still no sign of her, but more and more action going on here and there on couches around the room, so I decided to go looking for her. I remember one woman who asked to be excused for a minute, then came back half an hour later, madder than hell. She had been waiting for me to take the hint and follow her-to bed.
That hallway led off the living room, toward the back of the house, and it was-lined with closed doors. I stopped at the head of the hallway and listened, but I couldn't hear anything so I started walking, finally spotting one door which was slightly open, with a small amount of light spilling out through the crack into the dark hallway. I pushed the door open a bit to look in and when I did she looked up at me.
"Come on in and relax, Tomcat. I'll be through in a minute." She was sitting-no, by God, standing-in the biggest bathtub I had ever seen. It was more like an indoor pool than a tub, a good fifteen feet long by ten wide, and, judging by the amount of her showing above the surface, between four and five feet deep. It was only the soap, and here and there gobs of shampoo bubbles on the surface of the water that told me it was a tub, and not an indoor pool.
Her body, what I could see of it through the translucent water, was magnificent, and created an instant case of hard-on. Not waiting for an invitation, but I must admit wondering slightly about what sort of party it was that one started with a bath, I stripped off my clothes and slid into the tub, filled with warm-but-not-hot water, and reached for her. Her hand went below the surface and immediately began to stroke my hot cock, and I bent my head to lick the glistening drops of water off those lovely tits. We were both hot and ready, and I wondered if she would stay hot all the way to a bedroom, or even if I would be able to find an open bedroom in this strange party house. I need not have bothered wondering. It soon became evident that she wanted it right there, in that big tub of water.
She pushed me back towards the edge of the tub, and I found that there were steps going down into it. I sat down on the middle one, and she quickly dipped her head underwater to kiss the head of my cock, running her tongue all over it, at the same time starting to tickle my balls with her fingertips.
She came up for a quick breath of air, then went right down again, this time wrapping her lips around my cock and taking it all the way into her mouth. She was really getting to me, I thought, and then she really did it. She began by blowing bubbles, and the tickling sensation they sent running up the length of my cock nearly drove me right out of that tub and up the nearest wall.
She came up for air again, and when she did I grabbed her, pulling her tight against me, kissing her long and hard while my hands roamed over her body. I was still sitting on that step, and she sat down on one of my legs, wrapping her legs around mine and pressing her hairy cunt against my knee, sliding back and forth, partially supported by the water, and I could see that the wiry hairs on my leg, brushing against the lips of her cunt and her clitoris, were really turning her on.
I slid down onto the bottom step, bringing the water level up to the middle of my chest, and when I did I tried to spread her legs apart, to wrap them around my waist. She shook her head, though, giving me another dose of that smile, and pulled away from me. For a minute I almost panicked, thinking that she had only been teasing. Then she had turned completely around in the water and was coming back against me, pressing her body to mine; only this time it was her ass, not her cunt, that was pressed tight against the head of my cock.
She must have planned to have the whole thing happen just that way, because there was some kind of lubricant, waterproof, of course, spread around and into her anus. We sat there for a couple of minutes, half-floating, with the fine hair between her legs waving around in the water and brushing against the head of my cock, rapidly bringing me to the point where I had to get my cock into her body or I was going to be shooting a load of come right into the water. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me, sliding my cock right through her relaxed anal opening and deep into her rectum. Her hands went under my thighs, fingers locking into my skin, and we just sat there for a minute, savoring the sensation of our hot bodies locked together in the cooling water. Then she released the pressure of her hands on my legs and floated upward, the friction of my cock inside her tight asshole the only thing that kept her from floating completely away from me and out into the pool.
I pulled her down, and when I released her she floated upward again. It was an easy way to ball, even in the ass, but soon the pressures and needs that were filling us couldn't accept that slow-motion action. She began to use her legs, and soon she was bouncing up and down on my cock as my hips began to jerk in time with her motion. Sweat began to pour off of both of us as we assfucked away, half-in and half-out of the cool water of the tub, and it was only minutes before her moans and shudders told me that she was ready to come. At first I couldn't figure out how she was getting such a turn-on from my cock in her ass; then, sort of over her shoulder, I saw that she had her fingers busy in her wide-open cunt and on her clit. I reached around her waist, brushed her hands away, and took up the finger-fucking action myself, sliding them in and out, hooking a fingertip inside to feel all around, pinching at the little love button.
My own climax was ready, and when I felt her cunt contracting and shuddering around my fingers and her asshole pinching tight around my cock I let myself fire, driving up with my hips so hard that I came off the step and we floated out into the tub, with my cock buried deep inside her ass, jerking and straining as I pumped hot come into her.
Just as I was jerking hard into her ass we went completely under the surface, and the shock of that cool water closing over our sweating upper bodies caused both of us to climax all over again. We came up sputtering and laughing, and as I slowly pulled my cock out of her tight asshole I almost cried out from the pleasure and pain as the comparatively cold water hit it.
We climbed out of the tub, and I pulled her over to where a big bath towel had been spread on the floor next to the tub. My cock hadn't softened a bit, and I was ready for more and more of that body of hers, but this time I wanted some of that hot cunt I had so recently buried my fingers in.
She dropped to the towel without complaint, and I knelt over her, bringing my head down between her legs, tongue extended, lapping away at her still quivering cunt lips, tasting her love juice mixed with the soapy taste of the water from the tub. Her hands, pressing against my body, directed me around until my cock was over her mouth, and when she took the head of it between her lips, a reflex action took over, and I shoved it down into her waiting mouth, until I could feel my balls bobbing against her chin. Her control over her gag reflex must have been as good as her control of her anus, because I felt the head of my cock slide right past the back of her mouth and deep into her throat. She put some powerful suction on it, and I began pumping my tongue in and out of her cunt as fast as I could move it, stopping every five or six strokes for a little look and a nibble at her clit with my front teeth-a nibble that seemed to be driving her right up the wall as her lips worked frantically at the shaft of my cock.
I had my hands under her ass, pulling her cunt up into my face, and without thinking about it a finger strayed to her asshole, still smeared with lubricant and wet with my come. I had a feeling I was going to be back inside that hot little hole before very long.
******
Finding Tom in that little bar wasn't really quite the accident he thought it was. At that time I was making it a regular practice to make the rounds of three or four bars before going to the club meetings, just to see if I could spot any likely candidates.
There's something about people who become involved in anal activities such as we have that I can spot, even if I can't explain what it is. I guess it's sort of like that saying that one queer can spot another, any time, any place. Well, I can spot ass people the same way, nine times out of ten. Once in a while I miss, but even on those occasions I'm usually able to make a convert out of the per? son.
I guess, because of that, I just knew that although Tom was ready for analism, he had to be led in slowly, and that our anal activities would have to be sort of shrouded, hidden behind other forms of sexual activity, to give him time to get used to the idea of a club made up entirely of ass freaks-like me.
That's why I went through the bit with the bathtub. I don't have any excessive cleanliness hang-ups, or anything like that. I just wanted to present Tom's introduction to analism in a way that was unusual enough for it to completely catch his attention. The bath tub accomplished that, and gave me quite a thrill at the same time. I had never tried that particular kind of action before, but I know that I'm going to keep it in mind for the future, whenever I become bored with straight ass fucking-which isn't very often.
I heard him coming along the hallway about ten or fifteen minutes after I had .left him in the living room, and was ready for him when he pushed open the bathroom door a little bit and peeked in.
It didn't take much to give him the idea. He took one look at me there in that big tub, really a small pool, stripped off his clothes and slipped over the edge into the water next tome. His cock was already hard, sticking out in front of him like some kind of robot probe, searching for a target.
As soon as he was settled in next to me I reached down, under the surface of the water, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was pretty big, about seven inches long, and hard, hot and pulsing with desire. Just the kind of cock I needed to make me happy that night, shoved deep into my ass. First, though, a little side action, just to get him in the right mood.
He gave me a long look, sort of like he was wondering just what the hell was going on, then bent his head forward and down, running his tongue across one of my breasts, then licking and sucking and biting lightly at the nipple. I must really have been horny that night, because he turned me on right away, and my ass was fairly aching to feel his cock inside of it.
I gave him a little shove on his hairy chest, pushing him back towards the shallow end of the tub, directing him towards the steps, which we would need for what I had in mind. He almost tripped as he backed into the bottom one, but didn't miss a lick on my nipple, and I gave him a little extra squeeze on his cock as I pressed down on his shoulder, forcing him to sit down on the middle step. Sitting there he was submerged to about halfway between his navel and nipples, just the right depth for what I had planned.
I savored the hot, sexy feeling his tongue was sending through my body for a few more seconds, then I pulled back, away from him. I took a deep breath, locking the air in my lungs, then dipped my head under the surface of the water, my eyes stinging slightly from the wetness and the slight trace of soap suspended in the water. I could see his cock, waving slowly back and forth through a little arc as the currents set up by my motions washed past it.
With my lips together I kissed lightly at the head of it, at the same time reaching down with my fingers to tickle the slightly hairy sac holding his balls, hanging loose in the water. I felt him tensing as my fingers worked on him, so I began to push my mouth and lips hard against the head of his cock, using it to spread my lips apart as they slid over it. When the head was pressed tight against my teeth I opened them just enough to let it pass through, keeping hard pressure around it with my lips, at the same time letting it slide into my mouth until my lips were wrapped tight around the shaft, just behind the ring of velvet-soft tissue at the base of his cock's head.
I was beginning to run out of air in my lungs, but I had one more thing I wanted to do before corning up for a breath. Despite the burning pain that was beginning to build in my lungs I released the pressure of my lips around his cock and gently ran my tongue over the Velvet softness of the head of it, then down around the ring, just using the tip of my tongue. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and his hips moved slightly as his cock slid a little further into my mouth.
My head was beginning to spin from lack of oxygen, and I had to come up. When my head broke through the surface of the water I quickly gulped air into my lungs, then went right back under again, and right back to that lovely cock of Tom's.
Once again I slid my lips over the head of it, brushing at the small slit in the head with the tip of my tongue, tasting a slight saltiness, the salty oiliness of his lubricating fluid.
I let his cock slide right on into my mouth again, my lips going past the head and around the shaft, which pushed further and further into me, until I felt the head of his cock pressing against the back of my mouth, right at the entrance of my throat. For a brief second I felt an urge to gag as I tried to force the cock even further into my mouth, then it was past the gag mechanism and sliding into my throat, all the way down until my lips were pressed against the hair at the base of his large cock.
I let Tom's meat slide out again, pressing hard against it with my lips and putting a lot of suction on it. When my lips were back against the ring around the head I slid forward again, taking it into my mouth, but not clear down into my throat this time. My lungs were getting tense again, and, without my being able to control it, a little air escaped from my lungs, the bubbles rippling up through my mouth, around the shaft of his cock.
His body immediately tightened up and he lunged forward, thrusting his cock deep into my throat. At first I couldn't understand what had caused that reaction, then I realized that those bubbles must have been even better than humming while giving a blow job. If a couple of bubbles caused a reaction like that, I figured that I might as well go whole hog and do it right, so I slowly let all the air trickle out of my lungs, around the shaft of his cock, tickling my cheeks as they escaped upwards toward the surface.
I thought for a moment he was going to go nuts. His fingers entwined themselves in my hair, pressing forward on the back of my head, like he was trying to get his cock all the way down into my lungs. Finally I ran out of bubbles, though, and I just had to have more air for my lungs. It took a bit of a fight to break his hold on the back of my head, but I finally accomplished it and came up to the surface, gasping for breath, dizzy from lack of oxygen. , When I got some air into my lungs, I fully intended to go right back to his cock, but Tom didn't give me a chance to get back under water. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me tight up against him, his lips coming down to mine in a hard, almost vicious, kiss. I wasn't ready for it, and as he pressed his lips hard against mine, his tongue forced my mouth open, separating my teeth, then plunged into my mouth.
As I mentally switched gears from giving head to kissing, I began to respond, moving my tongue around, feeling his with it, then darting it into his mouth when his tongue withdrew from mine. Without, breaking the kiss, or interfering any more than necessary with his hands, which were roaming all over my body, touching me in every sensitive spot, I let my body drift forward in the water, spreading my legs to let them pass around one of his legs, then sitting down on his thigh.
My weight was partially supported by the water, and I began to slide back and forth on his leg, my cunt pressed lightly against the flesh of his thigh. His upper leg was covered with short, bristly hair, and the feeling that his hair gave me, brushing against the lips of my cunt and teasing the hardened button of my clitoris, was almost driving me out of my mind. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. I just had to have that cock of his buried deep inside of me, all the way up my ass!
Tom slid forward off the step, then his ass was sitting on the bottom step, the water level almost up to his shoulders, his legs almost straight out along the bottom of the tub. The surface of the water was now lapping right at my nipples, adding to the fire that was burning inside of me. His hands went down to my thighs, trying to spread my legs apart, and I knew that he was ready for the second step of my plan. He wanted nothing more right then than to get his cock into my cunt before he shot his load into the water. I had quite a surprise coming for him, though.
I grabbed his cock with my hand again, holding it away from me while I slid off his leg, away from his forward-thrusting body. I saw his face begin to cloud up, ready for an explosion, and realized that he thought I was saying no to his advances, that I had been only teasing him. In a way, I guess I was saying no to him, but not in the way he was thinking.
When I was a couple of feet away from him, and before he could grab me again, I released his cock and turned around in the tub, then backed up until my body was once again pressed tight against his, only this time with my back pressed against his chest.
The stiff, hot shaft of his cock slid smoothly between my legs, the hard length of it pressed against my cunt, the head brushing against my clitoris. It felt wonderful there, really turning me on, but that wasn't where I wanted it to be. I let my body drift forward a little in the water, until I felt the smooth head of his cock sliding along the crack between the cheeks of my ass. Then I spread my legs as far as I could, and along with them my cheeks, and again pressed my body backward against his, feeling the head of his cock pressing against the place I wanted it to go-into my asshole.
Before getting into the tub, I had liberally lubricated my anus with a waterproof jelly, both around the outside of the tight pucker and as far inside as my finger could reach, and even though the lubricant was supposed to be waterproof, the heat of the water had floated quite a bit of it away. There was still enough left, I hoped, to put a coat of lubricant over the head of his cock, so I wiggled my ass around in little circles, all the time keeping the head of his cock pressed against my ass. Then I relaxed my anal ring as much as possible, just as if I was taking a big, healthy shit, and began to press backwards against him.
Tom got the idea right away. His hands grabbed my hips strongly and pulled me back toward him, and as he did so that wonderful, big, hot cock of his slid right through the relaxed muscle ring of my anus and buried itself full-length in my ass. The hot feeling of that big piece of hard meat, spreading the walls of my willing rectum apart and sending fire from his body to mine, was almost more than I could bear.
I grabbed hold of the bottom of his muscular thighs, digging my fingernails into his skin, both to keep him from pulling his cock back out of my ass as he started to pump and to try to get even more of his hot cock inside of it.
To understand why I dug having him all the way in, you've got to understand that, unfortunately, I've got a very shallow vagina, and, on the infrequent occasions when I allow some man to stick his cock into my cunt, instead of into my ass, I can't take more than about three or four inches of it before it hits bottom. That can really be a bummer, for both of us, but I make up for what I lack in pussy depth with my ass. I've never found a cock yet that was too long to get all the way inside of my ass, and I've found some pretty big ones over the years.
Tom and I just sat there in the water like that for several long minutes, with me just digging on the feel of his cock in my ass, and I guess Tom was digging on the tightness of my asshole around his shaft. Then I let go of my grip on his thighs and my body sort of floated upward, with only a little push from my feet on the bottom of the tub needed to get it moving. My anal muscles were, by then, completely relaxed, accustomed to the feel of that big cock, and the cock exerted only enough friction on the walls of my ass to keep me from floating completely away as it slid slowly out, without any help from either of us.
I felt the end of his cock getting ready to exit from my ass, then Tom used his hands on my waist to pull me back down on top of him, sliding all the way into me again. When he slid it in, a little of the rapidly cooling water from the tub went in with it, hitting the hot walls of my rectum and sending shivers of pure sex heat through my nerves.
Tom released his hold on my waist, and again I floated upwards. It was pumping without any effort by either of us. I was really getting a feeling out of his cock in my ass, but I wanted more. Since I wasn't using my hands to hold myself down anymore, I brought them around in front of me and began to use them on my cunt, two fingers of one hand sliding into my vagina to start a pumping motion, just like the pumping motion of his cock in my ass, and in the same time beat, and the other hand going to my clit to pinch it and roll it and tease it. God, what a feeling that gave me! It was only seconds before I was ready to come, and I consciously suppressed the feeling, wanting to enjoy the sensations that were washing through my body for a little longer before releasing them in an orgasm.
I felt Tom's chin resting for a minute on my shoulder, then his hands released my waist and came around in front of me. His forearms were pressing down on my thighs, keeping me from floating away from his stiff cock, and his hands pushed my fingers away from my cunt and clit, taking over the job they had been doing. He slid one finger all the way into my cunt, then bent the end of it just a little and scraped the walls of my pussy with his fingernail. Wow, what a feeling! Another finger was busy at my clit, and he wasn't being gentle with it. I didn't mind a bit, though. It felt too good.
Suddenly I just couldn't hold out any longer. I used my legs, straining against the arm that was pinning my ass to his cock, to lift up, then his arm pressure drove me down again onto him. In that manner I started a totally frantic pumping up and down on his shaft, and he matched my speed with the speed of his fingers in my cunt and on my clit.
It took only seconds for me to reach my first climax, and as the hot, shuddering fire flashed through my body I felt his cock begin to jerk away inside my ass, shooting a boiling hot jet of come at my rectal walls.
Neither of us had any pretense of complete control over our bodies right then. We were too busy getting our rocks off, as the men say. Because of that we couldn't hold our bodies there on the steps, and we floated out into the tub.
My toes were still touching bottom, holding us partially out of the water, but then Tom pushed three fingers into my cunt, and at the same time slammed his cock into me deep and hard, and I sort of stumbled, if you can stumble under water. Anyway, my feet lost contact with the bottom of the tub for a moment, and we both went under.
The shock of the water closing around the dry, hot upper part of my body was enough to cause me to come all over again, and I guess it must have had the same effect on Tom, because I could feel his cock jerking with renewed vigor inside my ass, and even more of his hot juice washing away at my rectum. The involuntary half-gasp I took when I had that sudden, second orgasm filled my mouth with water, some of which leaked down my throat and into my lungs. When we came up I was gasping for air, coughing and laughing at the same time, and for a minute I was afraid I was going to choke. I could hear Tom laughing behind me, and I knew that he had enjoyed the sensation as much as I had.
We just sort of floated there for several minutes. I don't know for sure why he was just floating, but for my part it was because I was simply too damn exhausted from that last orgasm to even think of moving. Then, shifting slowly and gently, Tom slid his cock out of my ass, and I heard a soft sign from him when the head of it popped free.
We climbed out of the tub together, and I was figuring on taking Tom out into the living room and giving him the word about our anal club. Tom had other ideas, though, and I didn't have much choice right then except to go along with them. Actually, I've got to admit that the idea of resisting never even entered my mind. At that point I was Tom's complete slave. A big cock has that sort of effect on me.
And, once I thought about it, I realized that I shouldn't be in any big hurry to get Tom out into the living room. After all, once we got there I'd probably have had to share him with some of the other women, and there was the matter of the initiation, which would have taken up valuable time which we could have spent doing more of that wonderful ass fucking.
Tom pulled me over to where a king-size bath towel had been spread on the floor, probably because someone had been using the bathroom for sunbathing. There was a sunlamp mounted in one of the ceiling light fixtures, so that we could all keep even tans, even in the winter.
I had an idea that Tom, still unaware that he was in a place that specialized in ass fucking, wanted to get his cock into my cunt. I figured I'd be able to sidetrack him, though, until I found time to explain all the facts to him, when he had a few less things on his mind than he did right at that moment.
He pushed me down on the towel, spread my legs apart with his hands once I was lying flat, then knelt between them. His cock was still hard and straight, and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to keep him from sticking it in my cunt after all. He was a pretty strong dude, and I wasn't in exactly the most rational state. Then he sort of bent at the waist, bringing his head down toward my cunt, and I knew that I didn't have to worry-for a while, at least.
Tom's tongue was sticking out of his mouth and pointed at my cunt before he even got his head down between my legs. My cunt lips were still doing a little shaking and twitching from the orgasm in the tub, and the touch of his tongue on them, sliding gently back and forth, barely inside the slit, started heating my body up all over again, getting it ready for another orgasm. What a night this was going to be!
Tom kept running his tongue back and forth, back and forth, sliding it in no more than half an inch, until I thought I was going to go nuts waiting for him to do something else, something more. I finally got my wish. I no longer had to wait.
With a smoothness that no cock could ever hope to match he slid his teasing tongue deep into my cunt, teasing no more, nipping the tip of it around, pressing his chin hard against my tender clit, tasting and tickling my cunt walls with his tongue until I thought I would scream. Then he slid it out again and rubbed it gently back and forth over the supersensitive bud of my clitoris, nibbling lightly with his teeth at it, rolling it around with the tip of his tongue.
I had never before felt a tongue so educated, so loving and tender, so exciting. In minutes he had me completely wound up again, and I just had to do something to bring him to the same high pitch of excitement before I came by myself. I wanted him to come in my ass, and I wanted him to come soon, but above all else, I wanted him to COME! And the sooner the better, because I didn't know how much longer I could hold out, and I hate to come alone. By pushing and pulling urgently on his shoulders and arms, wherever I could reach, I got him to start turning around, turning without for a second taking his busy tongue away from my cunt, until eventually he got to the place where I could get my hands around his waist. After that it was easy getting him just where I wanted him, especially since I had his complete co-operation once he realized what I was trying to do.
I pulled him around until he had to lift one leg, then pulled his body up and over me, his calves under my upper arms. His cock Was right over my face, pointed straight down at my mouth, still as hard as it had been when he first got into the tub, if not a little harder.
I lifted my head up and kissed the tip of his cock, then wrapped my lips around it, sucking hard. Tom didn't waste a minute in following my lead. He drove his cock down, just as though he was driving it into a waiting cunt, deep into my mouth and on into my throat. For a second I thought I was going to throw up as it plunged all the way into me, but then I got control of my body and began to put some hard suction on him. He began pumping his cock in and out, and each time it would drive into my throat I would hum a little, causing that little hanging piece of flesh at the back of the mouth to vibrate against the shaft of his cock. I knew that he was really digging it by the way his tongue was acting down there in my cunt.
Tom's tongue was driving in and out of my cunt with almost frantic speed, every so often darting out for a fraction of a minute for a lick at my clit, then back in again. He, was almost like a kid with an ice cream cone, afraid someone was going to take it away from him if he didn't finish in a hurry. I wasn't in any big hurry to take my ice cream cone away from that thrilling tongue, though.
To get a better shot at me, Tom's hands slid under my ass, lifting me up, and when they did, his fingers slid into the crack of my ass, one of them coming to rest right on my asshole. I felt an almost electric thrill rush through my body as his finger probed at it, then slid up inside, giving my rectum the same treatment with his finger that my cunt was getting from his tongue. It was really fantastic, and I knew that it was having a good effect on him, too, because his cock was really driving into my mouth, burying itself so deep in my throat with each stroke that his balls were slapping against my throat with each thrust.
Then Tom proved to me that my first impression of him had been totally correct. He was an anal person, whether he knew it consciously or not. His tongue slid out of my cunt, down along the crack between my legs, and shot into my asshole while his fingers held the cheeks of my ass spread apart. It was so good I thought I was going to come right then!
It was only minutes before Tom had a new rhythm going, one that was driving me wild. His tongue would shoot deep into my ass, withdraw, then into my cunt for a lick. Then it was back to my ass, while, during all of this, his fingers were busy working away at my clit. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, even from the best of my anal lovers, and I knew that never again would I be satisfied with just a simple ass fucking. Tom had shown me something new-and something much better. A total package of ass excitement, as it were.
As good as that tongue fucking was, though, I wanted him in my ass, filling me with that cock of his. I had to have it in me, and soon. I was right on the verge of coming, and I could tell by the way he was pumping away at my mouth that he was just as close. That wasn't the way I wanted it, though. I have nothing against a man coming in my mouth, sometimes I really dig it, but that night I wanted all of his come, his hot, beautiful come, shooting into my ass, filling it with his heat and his seed and his maleness.
Tom seemed to sense what I wanted, because after giving me one last pinch on my clit, he lifted his head, pulled his cock out of my mouth, and used his hands to quickly roll me over onto my stomach. He wasn't gentle about it, either. He was in as much of a hurry to get his cock into my ass as I was to have him put it there.
After flopping me over he again knelt between my spread legs. His hands went to my hips, grasping and lifting them, and, welcoming what was to come, I bent at the knees and waist, lifting my ass to him.
I felt the head of his cock probing at the crack of my ass, and since his hands were busy holding my waist, keeping my ass in the air, I reached back with one hand to direct him. There was still enough lubrication, both the jelly and his come, on my anus from our fucking in the tub to make his entrance easy, and it was with a shudder of pleasure that I felt his hot meat slide all the way into my ass.
Tom slowly began to slide his cock in and out of my ass, really giving me the long-dick treatment. With each forward stroke I would press my ass back against him, back until I could feel the sac of his balls swinging forward to hit against the crack between my legs. It felt so good that I couldn't help moaning and crying, begging him to give me more and more of his wonderful cock, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
Tom must have known I was getting close to a climax, because, with his cock all the way inside my ass, he stopped his pumping and bent forward, pressing his hairy chest against my back, and began to kiss the back of my neck. I turned my head a little to the side, and when I did his teeth found my ear, nibbling at it with little bites that sent sharp messages of pain to mingle with the pleasure signals that were radiating along my nerves, echoing in my brain, thundering back and forth along my spinal column from my ass to my head and back again.
There was nothing I could do except kneel there, holding the weight of my body on my arms, while his tongue darted into my ear, searching around, depositing a layer of saliva-a layer that turned icy cold when, seconds later, he blew gently in my ear.
Tom's hands slid down from my waist, supporting my weight with his forearms, and two searching fingers slid into my hot, wet cunt. With his other hand he found the tender little button of my clitoris, pinching and tickling it until I thought I was going to scream. It was more than I could bear, and I ground my ass back against him, moving it back and forth, up and down, begging him to get that big cock of his working again before I went insane.
Slowly he began again to slide it in and out, drawing back until only the head of it was in my ass, then sliding forward again until he was buried full length in my ass. The fires were burning so strongly inside of me that I knew I couldn't hold out any longer, and I began to beg him to shoot his load into me. .
Suddenly, without any warning, his arms released me, and immediately afterward pushed down on my back, flattening me on the floor. Tom pressed his body on top of mine and began to slam his cock in and out of my ass with hard, fast strokes.
It was time, and when I felt his cock jumping around inside of me and a hot gush of seminal fluid covering the walls of my rectum my own release came, a fire-filled orgasm that had me bouncing up and down on the floor like I was in the middle of an epileptic seizure. Hot and cold flashes of fire poured through my mind and body in a flood, and I reached around behind me, hooking my fingers into Tom's buttocks, trying to pull, his cock even deeper into my ass.
He had stopped pumping, and was just lying there, his cock in my ass to the hilt, pouring come into me, and I knew that his climax had been a good one, as good as mine. He was hardly breathing as he emptied his load into my ass, then, with the last drop, his breath was released in a great sob, and he began gasping for breath almost like a man having a heart attack. My own lungs were burning and laboring, trying to get enough air, and I felt like I had just run a mile. I'm in good physical condition, but that fucking Tom gave me completely exhausted me, at least for the moment.
When he was finished, Tom pulled his cock out of my ass and rolled off me, and when he did I rolled over onto my back, lying next to him on the towel. He reached over to his shirt, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one for each of us.
As we lay there quietly smoking I knew, beyond a doubt, that Tom was an anal person, loving ass fucking as much as I did, and that our club of backside swingers was suddenly going to become a more satisfying place as we gained a new member. And, thinking about how Tom was joining us, I couldn't help but contrast the circumstances with the way I had come to be a member of the club.
JANICE AND WILLIAM
My getting involved with the Backside Swingers was really all an accident, but one that I'm very happy about now, although at the time I sort of wondered about it.
The first time I came to one of the club's meetings, or actually was brought to it, I certainly wasn't too enthused about the whole thing. But later, after I had a chance to think about it for a while, I realized that the club was the perfect place for me.
You see, before joining the club I was really mixed up and in trouble, sexually. I was, if you can believe it, a twenty-five-year-old virgin, and was intent on staying a virgin until I got married. The trouble was that my intentions regarding staying a virgin were strictly mental, while my physical side had a completely different set of ideas and desires.
I know that modem morality and women's lib say that it's alright for a woman to have sex while she's still single, and that with the advent of the pill there's very little chance of a girl becoming pregnant until or unless she wants to, but I was the storybook old-fashioned girl, and I actually believed that it was important that the man I married found me to be a virgin on our wedding night. For that matter, I still do.
I was working in an insurance office then, and I've got to admit that I wasn't having much fun. Oh, when I first started work there I had plenty of dates, but when the salesmen found out that I wasn't interested in going to bed with them, under any circumstances, my popularity made a great leap into oblivion. Even at that, some of the more persistent ones tried three or. four times to get me into bed, with dinners and shows and dancing and the whole works, but when they found out that I meant it, that I was demanding a license before giving up what they were after, they ran, not walked, to the nearest exit. At times it was really funny to watch them trying to avoid making a second date with me, sure that I was going to try to trap them into a marriage ceremony.
None of them interested me, though. Not for marriage, anyway. There were a couple I really enjoyed going out with, we had a lot of fun on dates, but since the date ended just when they thought it should be starting, they soon stopped taking me out, and the evenings started getting longer and longer.
Then William came to work in the office. William, not Bill. He was very insistent about that. At the time he seemed to be completely different from any of the other men working there. For one thing, he didn't, in three long months, make a single pass at me. He'd stop and talk every once in a while, and occasionally buy me a cup of coffee, but that was it.
Another thing that made him totally different from the other guys, both in and out of the office, was that he didn't play any of the little sex innuendo games that all the other guys played. When we talked it was about music, or current events, or Shows. None of the little double-meaning stuff that most guys seem to think turns a girl on.
Like I said, William had been working in the office for three months before he attempted any sort of pass at me, and then the pass, if it can be called that, was just an invitation to lunch. It was another two months before he got around to asking me out for dinner and a show.
William seemed like such a nice guy that I figured I was safe with him, so I had several drinks with dinner, and by the time we got to the show I was feeling pretty good, you know what I mean? Not drunk, but sort of giggly and silly, and I was beginning to realize that I really liked William. Liked him as something more than just a friend.
He lived up to what I expected of him, and during the show he didn't even put his arm around me, or try to kiss me, or feel me up, or anything like that. He just sat there and watched the movie, gently holding my hand.
After the show William asked me if I'd care to go with him to a late party some friends of his were having, and since there was no work the next day I agreed, without the slightest thought that there might be anything funny about the invitation.
The house he took me to was a fairly large one, off in a pretty exclusive residential district, and William just walked right in without knocking or anything, and I saw, in the dim light inside, that there were several couples there, most of them dancing, but some sitting around the big living room on small couches. The light wasn't good enough for me to see what they were doing, but it appeared that they were simply necking.
As soon as we got there William asked me if I wanted to dance. He seemed surprised when I said yes, and I found out that he was an excellent dancer. Pretty soon, though, he suggested a drink, and again I agreed.
He left for a minute, then returned with two drinks, which we took over to an unoccupied couch. The drink turned out to be a pretty strong one, and it, combined with the happy evening I'd already had, put me in a relaxed and positively ecstatic mood. I sort of slouched back on the soft velvet of the couch, with William's arm draped lightly around my shoulders, and let my mind relax.
I have to admit that, being our first date, I had been a little more tense than I may have appeared, but the drinks, the soft music, the dancing, and, most of all, William's exemplary behavior, had completely lowered my guard.
I don't know how long we simply sat there quietly, but it must have been at least ten minutes. Then, without his making any sudden movements, I felt William's hand coming up to my cheek, turning my face to his. It was the most natural thing in the world for me to tilt my head back, raising my face for his kiss. A kiss that brushed across my lips as lightly as a feather's touch.
His warm, full lips lingered against mine for several long seconds, then the pressure between us slowly increased and my lips parted of their own accord, giving entrance to his searching tongue.
It was if some sort of burning need had suddenly been set off in both of us. The hand resting on my cheek moved around to the back of my head, pulling my face tight against his as our lips ground together and tongues flashed in and out, mine spearing into his mouth, passing across the smooth ridge of his teeth, pressing against the slight roughness of his tongue, then retreating as his tongue chased into my mouth. It felt wonderful, completely bypassing my conscious thoughts. I was totally in the grip of my female emotions.
The kiss was so long and so beautiful, so completely filling for my emotions, that I hardly noticed it when his hand brushed across my breast, passing, then came back, resting lightly against it. Even through the cloth of my blouse and bra I could feel the heat of his hand, and it was a heat that seemed to match the fire building inside my body.
Without thinking I turned my body on the couch, facing him, and immediately his fingers started working at the buttons of my blouse, freeing them, then going inside to press against my bra. My head seemed to be getting lighter and lighter as his hand moved against me, dropping to run across the skin of my belly, then going around behind me. With a quick, sure motion of his fingers the snaps on my bra came undone, and at once his hand was back in front of me, going under the lightly padded cotton to cup my breast in his hot palm.
Without understanding what was happening, I could feel my breast responding to his touch, the nipple growing and hardening against his palm. The tips of his fingers found the hot, tight little bud, flicking it, pinching it lightly, rubbing it back and forth, setting my body on fire.
Our deep, searching kiss finally broke, but before I had a chance to recover my wits, to consciously realize what was happening to me, he had bent his neck, dropped his head, and was sending new, even stronger, thrills through my body.
His lips ran a thrilling line down the side of my neck, his tongue probing into the hollow at the base of it, drawing little circles of wetness, then moving across to the tender skin of my shoulder. His tongue seemed to be leaving a trail of burning nerve endings behind it as it slowly moved down, across the swelling of my breast, to the sensitive tenderness of my nipple. The slight roughness of his tongue rubbed across it, contrasting with the smoothness of his lips, and I almost screamed with pleasure as his teeth nipped lightly at the puckered, hardened tissue.
While he was slowly driving me right out of my mind with his lips on my breast, his hands were still moving, one of them dropping down, between my legs, under my skirt. I felt the soft touch of his fingers running up and down, up and down, in short strokes along the tender skin of the inside of my thighs, just above my knees. For a second I squeezed my legs together, pinning his hand, stopping the motion of his fingers, but then my body took over from my mind again and my legs spread apart, welcoming his touch.
Through a dizzy haze, lost in the exploding power of my emotions, I could feel a wetness growing between my legs, a wetness that I had never before felt with any man, a feeling that had only come to me, infrequently, at night, in my half-waking dreams about my eventual marriage. I knew what that wetness meant, what it was inviting, but I no longer seemed to care. I was completely in the grip of a passion that was stronger than anything I could have imagined-stronger than any resolutions or intentions I might have had.
William's hand moved slowly upwards between my legs, unhurrying, matching the slow movements of his tongue, lips and teeth on my tender nipple. An uncontrollable shudder passed through my body as his hand reached the place where my legs came together, as his finger brushed gently back and forth along the ridges my body made in the nylon cloth of my panties. Little tingles of excitement seemed to be flashing out from the point where his fingers made contact, up through my belly, and into my head, sending flashes of light bouncing and ricocheting off the insides of my closed eyelids.
I felt my body beginning to squirm and move on the couch, lifting to press my breast into his mouth, and his hands, his tender fingers, left my crotch to pass under my body, lifting it. I followed the motion, helping him as he bunched my skirt up around my hips; then his hands were back at my breasts, kneading them, pressing them, heating them as his lips again met mine in a deep, crushing kiss.
His fingers tweaked at my inflamed nipples and I felt as though I was starving for oxygen as his tongue probed deep inside my mouth, searching. As if they belonged to someone else my hands pulled at his neck, at his back, pulling him closer, then twisted into the hair on the back of his head as I ground my lips hard against his, lost in that beautiful, fiery kiss.
His lips left mine, and I gulped in great breaths of welcome air, shuddering through a throat that seemed too constricted to pass the breath in anything except short, sharp gasps.
William didn't give me a chance to regain my senses, or get back control of my body. His kisses continued, moving down my body again, across the hollow of my throat, stopping to nip at one nipple, then the other, inflaming them even more.
His tongue left a wet trail, a trail that seemed to be burning hot and icy cold at the same time, as it moved across the taut skin of my belly. For the briefest of seconds the tip of it darted into my navel, twisting and turning, exciting my skin beyond belief, then again it was moving downwards, his lips planting little kisses all over my lower stomach, his tongue drawing a line across my body right next to the line of elastic that barred his further progress.
William's hands dropped away from my breasts, his fingers hooking in that band of elastic, and as he pulled slowly downward, his lips followed the descending line, kissing and licking with his tongue.
In seconds he was into the patch of hair growing there, pressing down with his tongue, taking the hair into his mouth, pressing it against his teeth, then pulling lightly on it, sending little shocks of electric pleasure shooting through my nerves. Little goose bumps grew on my flesh, and my hands pressed against the back of his head, urging his head downward without consciously knowing why. I didn't really understand what was happening, I couldn't think of what he was doing, what he was going to do next. All I could do was twist and squirm around on the couch in the total rapture of his touch.
In seconds, as I became lost in the feeling of his teeth pulling at my hair, he had my panties all the way down, first around my knees, then completely off, his hand pulling them from around my ankles and dropping them to the floor.
His palms seemed to be burning with fire as they moved up my legs, fingertips tingling across the back side of my knees, palms cupping the heated backs of my thighs. Then they were under me, lifting me upwards to cup my buttocks, pressing me up off the rough cloth of the couch. Following the light direction of his touch my body slid downward on the couch until I was almost lying down, my legs off the edge, spread slightly, waiting.
William didn't make me wait long. His lips brushed again at the insides of my thighs, first one side then the other, moving upwards, moving onto flesh that seemed to be melting at his touch. The flashes of fire that were exploding through my body had taken complete control of my mind, and I knew or cared about nothing except the loving touch of his lips, the searching fire of his tongue.
His kisses came up and up, then, as my ' fingers dug frantically into the back of his head and neck, the tip of his tongue brushed along the hot, wet, waiting slit of my virgin vagina, spreading the lips slightly, making them shiver with anticipation for what was coming next.
Never had I imagined that a man's touch could so inflame me. Never had I imagined that there could be such ecstasy in the touch of lips and tongue as this. I felt as if my whole insides were melting, a ball of white-hot fire growing in my stomach, growing larger and larger with each brush of his tongue along the sensitive, excited lips of my cherry vagina.
When I thought that I could take no more, that I was going to break apart in millions of flaming fragments, he showed me that there were sensations that I hadn't even imagined yet, feelings that I didn't think the human body was capable of. His tongue made one final pass upward along my slit, then the tip of it probed at the hard, protruding nub of my clitoris, flicking it back and forth, pressing it around, pushing down on it. Without conscious volition my hips jerked upward as my hands thrust down on his head, pressing his face tight against me, begging for even more of that burning touch.
His tongue drew a fiery trail across my clitoris, right up the wet path behind it, and plunged deep into my vagina, the tip of it twisting and turning, a little loving hook sensitizing every last inch of my inner flesh. His hands were tightly squeezing the flesh of my buttocks as his tongue probed deep, flashing in and out. There was no hymen to stop the deep probing of his tongue, despite my virginity. I had lost it years before horseback riding, so there were no obstacles to his searching, loving, tender tongue.
As that loving tongue flashed in and out of me, my hips began to jerk in perfect time with him, thrusting up against his face, begging for a deeper and deeper touch from that tender love tool with which he was caressing my insides so effectively.
Then, suddenly, his lips were back at my still hard nipples, and through a red haze of passion I heard the soft sliding sound of a zipper being pulled, then felt the unbelievable heat of his rock-hard penis pressing hard against the flesh of my leg. As his body moved up on top of mine that swollen cock dragged across my leg, leaving behind it a small trail of icy-cold wetness, a little drop of that lubricating fluid running down the inside of my thigh.
His lips were once again pressed against mine, his tongue buried deep within my mouth, and I could taste the warm heat, the salty taste and musky smell," of my vagina on his lips and in his mouth. The cloth of his slacks scraped against the skin of my legs as he slipped between them, and the icy shock of his belt buckle pressing against my stomach was almost too much to bear.
As if every nerve ending in my body was super sensitized I could feel the velvety-soft texture of the head of his cock as it moved up the inside of my leg, pushing the hair out of the way as it sought the lips of my waiting, begging vagina. The rounded tip slid back and forth, pressing lightly forward, searching, and then it found my opening, spreading the lips slightly.
William pushed forward slowly, sliding the head of his cock into me, easing in until I could feel the ridge at the back of the head passing the lips, my tender skin folding in behind it, gripping tightly around the hardness of his shaft. Somewhere, in a detached, unconnected part of my mind, I realized that he was being very gentle, going very slow, not wanting to hurt me with a sudden thrust, wanting to bring me to the very height of passion before entering me completely.
BEFORE ENTERING ME COMPLETELY! With an emotional wrench that almost tore me apart my mind suddenly came back into control of my body as I realized what was happening to me. The shock was like a sudden immersion in ice cold water, and without thinking about it, I pushed at William's chest, fighting to move my body back on the couch, away from his probing cock.
"No. NO! Please stop! I can't!"
There was a small gasp of pain from William as he, still thrusting forward, not yet grasping that I had pulled away from him, buried his tender cock into the rough cloth between two of the couch cushions.
"What the hell do you mean, stop?" he gasped. "There's no way we're going to stop now, baby."
I tried to fight him off, wrestling with him, twisting and turning under his weight, but it seemed to do no good. In desperation I brought one knee up between his legs, and although I didn't do the damage I intended, my blow did cause him to rear back away from me, and when he did I lunged forward, trying to get out from under him. It didn't work.
Instead of escaping, our combined sudden movements sent the couch crashing over backwards, rolling both of us to the floor. Somehow, by some chance I don't understand, I ended up lying on my stomach, my face pressed against the carpet, with William lying on top of me, his hands under me, cupping my breasts in his palms.
The fall had knocked the breath out of me, and for long minutes I couldn't move. Before I had a chance to do anything more about getting William off of me, about ending this event which had almost cost me what I was determined to keep, his lips were at the back of my neck, under my hair, kissing, touching, running his tongue lightly across the skin. I twisted my head in an attempt to escape his touch, but that only brought my ear into his range, and immediately his tongue plunged into it, his breath following, again sending those fires of sexual excitement crashing through my body.
His hands gently squeezed my breasts as his legs spread mine apart, his still out-thrust cock sliding into the cleft between my buttocks, pushing downwards into the hair between my legs. I began to fight him again, fighting also the emotions that were flooding through my body at his touch, as the head of his cock touched once again against my opening, inflaming the lips of my vagina with the heat of his passion.
The burst of energy which had thrown us off the couch must have drained my reserves, because I could again feel an irresistible passion taking charge of my body as my struggles became less and less effective against his touch. My mind was still working, though, and I was sure that, this time, his probing cock was going to drive deep into my vagina.
That, I learned later, was not his intention, though. He rubbed the head of it against my wet lips for a few seconds, then I felt it sliding backward, into the crack between my cheeks.
His hand pulled out from under my breasts, giving them one last squeeze, and came down to my hips, lifting me, bending me at the waist as his knees came up between my thighs, spreading my legs wide. I felt the head of his cock pressing in against me, shifting around as if searching for a specific target, the wetness of William's lubrication and the juice picked up from my own vagina coating the inside of my buttocks with a slippery-cold mixture.
Then, with a suddenness that took my breath away, the head of his cock was pressing against my anus, seeking entrance to me there. It was as though an electric shock passed through my body, and then the tearing pain as he shoved himself into me seemed to split my body apart. Only the moisture he had picked up from my vagina, lubricating his entrance, kept the pain down to the point where I was able to keep consciousness. Still, the pain washed a red haze over my mind and I heard myself crying out for him to stop before he tore me in half.
William pushed harder and harder, sliding that massive piece of meat into me, deeper and deeper until I could feel his scrotum bouncing against the opening of my vagina, hitting the nub of my clitoris, the hair on it tickling me and sending fresh thrills of passion into my body to mix with the red fire of pain I was feeling. He was finally in all the way, his cock buried full length inside my rectum, and again I felt his lips at the back of my neck, kissing me, his tongue drawing little lines of thrillingly cold wetness across my skin.
His hands, still clutching my hips, lifted me higher, then one of them went under me, between my legs, a finger sliding into my vagina, plunging deep, then coming out and forward to touch softly the aching little button of my clitoris.
A flash of shuddering sexuality flooded through my body, and once again that ball of fire that had been growing in my belly started to pulse with life. I completely forgot about the pain as his finger worked back and forth around that little button of excited, sensitive flesh, every so often plunging deep inside my vagina again, then pulling slowly out to return to my clitoris. Slowly his cock began to slide cut of my rectum, and when I could feel the head of it just inside the tight circle of my anus he began to move it forward again, beginning a pumping motion that my body matched without conscious thought.
In seconds it seemed that floods of nerve-charring flames were tiding through my shaking body. My head, which I had been shaking from side to side, trying to shake the fog of emotion loose, went down onto the carpet, supporting my weight as my hands went back of their own accord, spreading wide my buttocks with feverishly grasping fingers, spreading myself wide for his thrusts. He pumped against me harder and harder, faster and faster, as his busy finger tortured the nub of my clitoris, chasing it as it disappeared into my body, a body which was tensing up, locking into rigidity as that ball of fire in my belly moved upwards towards my brain and at the same times downwards, down towards my vanished clitoral button, down to an outward explosion that I knew was only seconds away.
I heard his ragged gasping and a harsh cry from behind me, then a burning hot flood of fluid washed against the walls of my rectum, the spurting stream matched by a tearing jerking of William's cock as he buried it deep inside of me with a slamming thrust that almost flattened me on the carpet. A spurting stream and slamming thrust that set off my own orgasm, the first I had ever received from a man-an orgasm that tore through my body like a stunning shock of electricity, setting every nerve to screaming and jumping, locking every muscle in a cramp that almost made me double up with the pain/pleasure it poured through me. My body slammed back against William, trying to suck more and more of him into my demanding body, and a flood of wetness poured from my vagina, out around his still pumping finger.
Minutes that seemed like hours later I felt my body beginning to relax, my muscles loosening up as the tides of passion slowed their thundering through my body. Exhaustion seemed to clamp down over my mind and body like a dark shroud, and I fell forward on the carpet, unable to move. For long minutes I fought to get my breath back, to get oxygen into my lungs, and it was as though it was happening to someone else as I felt William's rapidly softening cock withdrawing from my rectum, the head passing through the tight ring of my anal muscle with an audible pop.
As I fought to get my body and thoughts under control, I opened my eyes, the realization flooding me that all of this, this unbelievable thing, had happened in a room full of other people. Shame and embarrassment flooded through my body, and then I saw, in the narrow field of vision allowed me by my prone position, that nobody seemed to be watching what William had been doing to my body. Indeed, as my eyes searched through the gloom I saw another couple, the woman bent over the back of a chair, engaged in exactly the same sort of act.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then the thought flashed through my mind that this was some sort of sex club that William had brought me to-a club for people who, evidently, had some rather strange sexual interests. At first my only thought was to escape, but then I realized that, despite my fighting against it, I had finally released the sexual tensions that had been filling my body for so long, released them in a most enjoyable, if initially somewhat painful, way. And, best of all, I was still a virgin!
For a long time I sort of ignored Janice. From my first day in the office, after I was transferred in from that little office out in the suburbs where I had been stuck ever since I first joined the company, I had heard about her lack of co-operation when it came to matters sexual. It seemed as though every guy in the office had tried to get his cock into her at least once, and not a single one had scored.
Well, I have some pretty definite ideas as to what is most enjoyable in sex, and they don't involve simple balling, so I never really thought about just trying to fuck Janice. I mean, I dig a cunt as well as the next guy, and I've never been known to turn down an offer to stick either my cock or my tongue into one, but it's that old shit chute that I really dig, going in the back door, so to speak. Which is why I'm a charter member of the Backside Swingers Club. I guess there are some really tight cunts around, especially on young near-virgins, but I'll bet there isn't a cunt in this world that's as tight as a good asshole, and believe me, tightness is where it's at.
I had heard all the stories about Janice ' being a virgin, and intending to stay one until someone came up with a license, so I hadn't bothered taking a shot at her. After all, getting into the anal scene is pretty strong stuff for a chick who's never tried it, and if she's never tried even straight sex, there isn't much chance that she's going to give the more far out stuff a try, especially if she's a prude like Janice.
Then, when I was sitting around the office one day trying to look busy, Janice walked over to get something out of the file cabinet right across from my desk. Whatever it was she wanted was in a bottom drawer, and when she bent over her skirt stretched tight across that beautiful little ass of hers, outlining the crack between her buns like she didn't have a thing on, and I knew that I had to find some way to get into her.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that, maybe, just maybe, she might be even more willing to go for a little anal action than most other chicks. After all, she was intent on keeping her cherry, and she must have been getting pretty horny, judging from her age, so what better way to have a ball and keep her cherry too than giving up a little of that sweet brown hole?
And I turned out to be right. She fought like hell to keep me from getting my cock into her cunt, but when I got her on the floor and stuck it into her ass, she co-operated all the way, and let me tell you, when she came it was like I had hold of a wildcat. That chick jerked and twisted and humped all over the floor, cramming her ass up against me like she couldn't get enough of it. She was really something else!
After she got cooled "down, I scored us another couple of drinks, and gave her a rundown on the house. A couple of years before a bunch of us who had a thing about assholes got together and formed this club, the Backside Swingers Club we call it now. We all contributed our lists of chicks who dug the anal scene, threw a big party, and right afterwards we hit on the chicks about joining the club. We had it figured just like any other swinger's club, but with only anal sex.
It didn't work out quite that way, since almost everyone who digs anal sex also digs straight and oral sex, and a few of the girls wouldn't go for the sharing bit that is so much a central part of swinging. But we had enough people to get the thing started, and when the word spread around we got a lot of new applicants, a surprising number of them women. If you want to see something wild, you ought to come to one of our initiations. They're really something else, with cocks and assholes all over the place, all of them busy.
Anyway, I had a long talk with Janice about the whole scene, and the more I talked, the more she seemed to dig it. She even shocked the hell out of me by putting her hand on my cock while I was talking about it, as if she couldn't wait to get it back into her ass again. When I asked her if she'd be interested in joining the club I thought she was going to pull my cock right off, she squeezed it so hard! Then I had to give her the kicker, the information that I figured would probably chase her right out of the place, as it did about sixty percent of the women we invited to join the club.
To join the club, a new member has to pass a sort of initiation-an entrance examination, really. That's because we have so many applicants. Every month we select two members,, one guy and one chick, as examiners. A new chick has to get balled in the ass by the guy, and if the applicant is a guy, he has to ball the chick up the old bung hole. If they pass the exam, they become members. If they don't, they're still welcome as guests occasionally, but that's it. I figured that Janice was certainly good enough to pass the test, but I didn't think she'd be willing to take it. Boy, was' I wrong!
I guess the reaming I'd given her, coupled with the fact that she'd been storing it up for so many years, must have snapped something in her mind. From that time on she couldn't seem to get enough anal action, and she even got to where she dug a lot of oral activity both before and after. Let me tell you, that chick could suck a lot of cock, too. That's getting a little ahead of the story, though.
When she agreed to the examination, which didn't take her long once I told her about it, I called over Burt, the male examiner for the month, and when I told him that I wanted him to give her the test, several other people heard, and gathered around to watch. Among them was Cora, the female examiner for the month.
For a few minutes Janice looked like she might back out, like she was having second thoughts after seeing all the spectators she was going to be entertaining with her initiation test, but I guess her urge to have-a fat cock shoved up her ass won out, because she stayed.
Burt dropped his pants and shorts, and I almost laughed when I heard the gasp that Janice let out at the sight of his cock. He's easily got the biggest one in the club, close to ten inches long, and I knew that Janice was wondering whether she could take all that muscle up her tight little ass. For that matter, I was wondering about it, too.
Burt didn't waste a whole lot of time getting started with the examination. He let her look at it for a couple of seconds, to let her see what she was going to be getting, then he got out the tube of lubricant he always carries and handed it to her.
Janice looked at it for a minute as if she didn't understand what it was for. Then you could almost see the light bulb go on over her head as she got the idea, a smile spreading across her lips as she unscrewed the cap and squeezed out a little of the clear jelly onto her fingers. She dropped down to her knees in front of Burt, and I'll be damned if she didn't plant a big kiss right on the head of his cock before she started to spread the lubricant around on it. It was the damndest thing I had ever seen, and I knew damn well right there that there wasn't a guy in the office who would believe me if I told him about it. Sweet, cherry, prudish little Janice, kissing a complete stranger's cock. What a gas!
Burt held out his hand, and when Janice took it he pulled her to her feet and led her into one of the bedrooms, with the crowd following right along, and with me out in front. I wouldn't have missed that for anything! Once inside the room, Burt led Janice over to the low bed, actually just a bedspread-covered foam rubber pad, and laid her out on her stomach. He took one of the pillows from up at the head of the bed and slipped it under her stomach, raising her ass up in the air. When he spread her legs apart her little brown rosebud of an asshole was right there in plain sight, as tight looking as a spinster's pussy, and still gleaming from the wetness of my come.
I sort of got the idea, standing there watching, that Janice was kind of wishing she hadn't agreed to the examination when Burt started shoving that cock of his up her ass. We could see him putting some pretty heavy pressure on her asshole, and even with the lubricant it didn't want to let him in. Both her asshole and the head of Burt's cock were shiny with the lubricant, and sweat was dripping off both their faces as he pushed against her. We could see that his cock was slowly forcing its way inside, the tight elastic ring of Janice's anus yielding slowly, almost grudgingly, to the pressure of his advancing cock. She must have felt like he was trying to get his foot in there as he slid that cock of his into her ass. Then, suddenly her asshole opened, and with a thrust that brought a moan to her lips, Burt slammed his cock all the way into her, burying it right up to its base, the full ten inches filling her rectum.
The cheeks of her ass were spread wide, pressed against Burt's body, and she came up off the bed jackknifed, driving her ass back against him. It may have hurt her when he started to put it in, but we could see that the feeling of it inside of her had turned her on. She was wiggling and turning and twisting all over the bed, just begging for him to start pumping away at her.
She was really getting with it, and Burt, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible, had his hands around in front of her, one working on her right tit while the other played with her cunt and clitoris. It was really some sight!
We were all getting pretty horny just standing there watching, and I guess Cora, the female examiner for the month, just couldn't take it any more. She could have grabbed just about any of us for a little ass reaming, but we've suspected for a long time that Cora's a little off, sexually, and what she did in that room indicated that our suspicions were right.
Cora jumped onto the low bed, grabbed Janice by the hair, and roughly pulled her head up. She was naked from the waist down, having pulled her clothes off while the rest of us were watching Burt and Janice, and with a quick, sliding motion she was sitting in front of Janice, her legs on either side of Janice's shoulders, her crotch right in front of Janice's face. Janice's eyes flew open in surprise, and before any of us had a chance to react, Cora had shoved Janice's face down tight against her pussy.
"Eat me, whore. Eat me right up to my navel, you little bitch," Cora grunted hoarsely at Janice's struggling head. A couple of us started to move forward to pull Cora away, but stopped when we saw that Janice was cooperating, doing what Cora wanted, eating her way right into Cora's dripping cunt.
From where we were standing we could see Janice's tongue darting in and out of Cora's pussy, digging deep, nibbling at Cora's king-size clitoris, licking and lapping and slurping and mixing her saliva with Cora's love juice like it was the greatest thing in the world. At the rate she was going, I figured that it was only going to take a couple of seconds for Cora to get off, and sure enough, I was right. Cora came right out with a scream while she creamed into Janice's mouth, an event we didn't get to see because just before she started to come Cora slammed Janice's head down tight into her crotch, blocking our view. What a bummer that was!
As soon as she had stopped all her shuddering and shaking, a couple of us helped Cora to her feet, and then went back to watching Burt pump away at Janice's ass with that super cock of his. She really seemed to be digging it, and as he pumped faster and faster at Janice she really seemed to get into it, eventually resting her weight on her head and shoulders, instead of taking a lot of it on her arms. Then she reached around in back of her and ringed Burt's sliding cock with her fingers for a minute, and went on to start tickling and squeezing his balls. Burt went right through the roof when she did that, slamming his cock in and out of her ass like it was the first piece of ass he'd had in months, screwing his eyes closed and lifting his head high into the air like he was searching for something to breathe, but not finding it.
Both of them were sobbing and gasping for air, and we could see the little muscles all over Janice's body jumping and tensing, then relaxing, only to tighten up again, as she began to grind her ass around in little circles, twisting at Burt's rapidly thrusting cock. And that was all it took. With a sobbing cry Burt shot his load into her, and when he did Janice came right along with him, flattening out on the bed, letting out a scream that could have been heard out on the street-if the house hadn't been soundproofed. She squeezed on Burt's balls so hard when she came that he let out a yell and slammed his two hundred and twenty pounds down on top of her hundred and ten pounds, dropping out of his kneeling position, driving the full ten inches of his cock into her demanding rectum and probably al most breaking it off as the angle between their bodies changed.
Right then I sure did envy Burt. It isn't very often a man gets to come like that, and it's even less often than a man who digs the anal scene gets to stick his cock into an asshole as fresh and tight-and willing-as Janice's.
I made up my mind right then, in that room full of people while Burt still had his cock crammed deep in Janice's asshole, that I was going to get as much anal action from Janice as I could. Stick my cock into her ass as deep and as often as the other guys in the Backside Swingers Club would allow.
After all, I was the guy who brought her into the club, who had introduced her to the pleasures of anal sex. Who had more right to get the lion's share of that sweet ass of hers? Who had more right to taste the delights she was offering-to show her the pleasures she hadn't yet experienced?
So, maybe you can explain to me why she never seems to have time for me any more. Why I stand around and watch her giving her sweet ass to just one man most of the time, sharing that ass with others only as much as required by the club rules-and not a bit more. Because now it seems like she spends all of her time with Burt, and what's Burt got that the rest of us don't have? I mean, besides a ten-inch cock?
BURT AND JANE
Despite the fact that I have often been lucky enough to serve as the club's examiner of new members, and that I was even more lucky to be the examiner when Janice became a member, it was a very accidental thing that I, and my wife, became members of the Backside Swingers.
One of the best ways I've ever found to get a little relaxation is to take off for a long, quiet Sunday drive, not going anywhere in particular. Just pick out a road, point the car along it, and then see where it goes.
Most of the time when we, my wife and I, did this, we started out heading; toward the beach, and then on up the coast, but occasionally we would end up in the mountains, instead.
Of course, not all Sunday drivers were as relaxing as I might have hoped. There was the time we got caught in the Sunday night traffic jam owning home on the freeway and were stuck for four hours, and the time the water pump broke, out in the middle of nowhere, stranding us overnight. Neither of those drives was very much fun, much less relaxing. For that matter, the drive that got us into the Backside Swingers wasn't really what I'd call relaxing. It sure was fun, though.
As usual, Jane and I headed out early that Sunday morning, I guess about eight-thirty or nine, and I just pointed the hood of the T-Bird in the general direction of the beach. Also as usual, the traffic was light that early on a Sunday morning, with only the dedicated surfers on the road, headed for their favorite waves in a long line of vans and Volkswagens. Long before ten we were out of the built-up area and beach towns, cruising along an almost deserted coast highway with the salt-and-iodine smell of the sea flowing through the open windows of the car.
About noon we stopped for some lunch, steamed clams and ice-cold beer, at a small roadside restaurant. Then, instead of continuing north along the coast, I turned east and inland, heading up a small road into the coastal mountain range for a change of scenery.
The road was narrow, two-lane blacktop, and there was practically no traffic on it. A couple of old pickup trucks passed us going the other way during the first few miles, then nothing. No traffic at all. It was almost as if we were all alone in the world, the last survivors of some kind of total catastrophe.
We must have been driving for almost an hour through wild country, country disturbed only by the hum of the engine, the purr of the tires on asphalt and the soft music from the car's radio. Then, passing around a sharp bend in the road, I spotted another car up ahead. It was pulled off the road, the hood up, and a young woman was standing by the rear fender, waving frantically at us.
As we pulled up behind the stalled car I saw that she had a man with her, leaning over the offside fender, doing something to the engine. As I eased the car to a stop a couple of feet from the back of the parked car, the man took his head out from under the hood and walked back towards us.
"Having trouble?" I asked, not too originally.
"Yeah. Sure glad you came along. There hasn't been a car along this road since this turkey died on us almost an hour ago. And I'm afraid that whatever's wrong with the engine, is beyond my mechanical talents. Can you give us a lift to a phone?"
"Sure. Be glad to."
They introduced themselves as Steve and Irene, and I was hardly back up to cruising speed before Jane and Irene were buried deep into a woman-type conversation, the kind that makes absolutely no sense most of the time to a listening man.
I sat there, driving and listening, trying to figure out what the hell they were talking about, for about three minutes, then pulled off again for a bit of seat swapping. Jane got in the back with Irene, and Steve got in the front with me. That made the conversational opportunities a bit more even, and Steve and I talked cars for awhile, then football, then about nothing much in particular.
We hit it off right away, discovering that we had a lot of likes and dislikes in common. Just when we were warming up, though, about ten miles from the place where we had picked them up, I spotted a farmhouse off to the side of the road.
"Maybe they have a phone there," I said.
"We can check, anyway." I pulled the car off into a dirt driveway and parked in front of the house. There was no sign of life, but the place had a look that said someone lived there, so Steve got out and went up to knock on the door. After a few minutes of waiting without results he came back to the car.
"The door's wide open," he said, "but nobody seems to be home. I can see a phone inside the living room. Why don't you honk your horn a couple of times to see if that raises anyone."
I leaned on the horn several times, then we sat and waited for about five minutes, but without result. So Steve decided to take a chance on the owner's hospitality and just go on in and use the phone, making his call for help collect. He came out about ten minutes later and gave us the news.
"I called the auto club, and after giving me a long argument they agreed to come out for us, but they said it would be at least three hours before they could get a tow truck out this far."
Before we had left the house that morning, Jane had packed some sandwiches and beer in the little ice chest I keep in the trunk, and we decided to stay there and eat them before taking Steve and Irene back to their stranded car. There was a nice little patch of soft-looking grass under a tree at the side of the house, and we spread a blanket there for our picnic, inviting Steve and Irene to join us.
It turned out that nobody was really too interested in the sandwiches, but the beer went down fast, and, probably because of the heat-of the day, those two six packs we had brought had us all giggling and laughing before long, and then the fun really started.
Steve said something about Irene's boobs. Irene punched him in the ribs, and in minutes they had one hell of a wrestling match going. Rolling around on the blanket Irene's dress kept getting higher and higher, and pretty soon it became quite obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I had my ' arm around Jane, and she noticed my natural reaction to Irene's exposure-a growing hard-on. She dug a sharp elbow into my ribs and gave me a frown that was half-fun, half-serious, and soon thereafter we started our own wrestling match.
Somehow we ended up in a four-person tangle, with Jane and I lying head to head but pointed in opposite directions, and Irene and Steve down by my belt buckle somewhere. I didn't get a chance to see what they were up to, because Jane clamped her lips on mine and gave me a deep, tongue-searching kiss. I was just warming up to the kiss when I got a real shock. Someone pulled down my zipper, pulled out my stiff cock, and wrapped a pair of hot, wet lips around the head of it!
I broke the kiss with my wife, raised my head a little, and looked down toward my waist to see what the hell was going on down there. It was Irene, giving me a beautiful blow job, and Steve had her dress bunched up around her hips and his head was buried between her legs, his tongue busy on her delicious-looking cunt.
Jane didn't give me a chance to say anything about Irene's action on my cock. She grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head down hard, and again locked her lips on mine, her tongue searching deep inside my mouth as if we were in our own bedroom, all alone.
We lay there like that for several minutes, with Irene bringing me closer and closer to a climax with her loving tongue. Then Jane suddenly sat up, breaking the kiss, and pulled off her slacks and panties. She sat down again, this time straddling my chest. It was too much! I simply couldn't believe this was happening to me!
I cupped the cheeks of her ass with my hands and pulled her forward, toward my face and hungry tongue, until her moistly gleaming red slit was only inches away. Then I slowly slid the tip of my tongue into her cunt, tasting her warm femaleness and feeling her body tense above mine. Going in only a fraction of an inch, I slid my tongue back and forth the full length of her slit, then stabbed it deep into her waiting cunt, bringing a little cry of pleasure to her lips.
In and out I shot my tongue, faster and faster, until I could feel her body beginning to shake. Then, with a sudden lunge, she pressed herself against my face, just at the moment when those hot lips and loving tongue running over my cock brought me to a climax. My hips jerked in reflex as my body arched upward, driving my spurting cock deep into Irene's mouth, and I could taste the hot flood of love juice washing through Jane's cunt as she came.
I dropped my head back flat on the blanket, my muscles shaking with reaction to my release, but I wasn't given a chance to rest. It wasn't over yet-not by a long shot.
Before my cock had a chance to even think about going soft, Steve pulled Jane, my wife, away from me, off my chest, giving me no chance to object, and Irene was straddling me, her back to me, the hair between her legs brushing against the head of my still swollen, still ready cock, sending fire through it and new life into my body.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing as her silky smooth hand wrapped around my cock and set the head of it against the brown circle of her asshole. With a little squirming of her hips she slowly sank down over it.
I watched in total amazement as my stiff cock slowly disappeared into the brown, gleaming wetness of her ass, being swallowed, then bathed, by a tremendous heat in her body. Soon she was all the way down on top of me, and as I used my hands on her hips to lift her up, to start a pumping action, I glanced over to see Steve on top of Jane, her legs up over his shoulders, wrapped around his neck as he jammed his big cock in and out of her. In and out of her ass! My Jane, taking it in the ass! I couldn't believe it! We had never even considered doing such a thing! She sure seemed to be enjoying it, though, judging from the way she was forcing her ass against Steve's cock every time he leaned forward. The same way Irene was pressing her ass down against me every time I thrust upwards with my hips.
My thoughts about Jane, and my observation of Steve bung-holing her, was broken as my attention was yanked back to what was happening to me as Irene began to pump her ass up and down on my cock, faster and faster. I looked down to where our bodies met and saw her lifting until I was almost completely out of her, only the head of my cock still buried inside of her ass, the ring around the head of it just exposed to the cool air. Then she dropped down over me again until my balls were caught between us, pressed tightly against the soft hairs around her cunt. What a feeling that was to add to the feel of her super-tight asshole wrapped around the shaft of my cock!
Up and down she pumped, and I felt her body tighten and shudder once, then twice, as she climaxed. Obviously the stories that I had heard that a woman couldn't get off from being fucked in the ass were wrong. Irene was certainly getting off, and my cock was buried as deep in her ass as it would go.
When she came a third time, I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her to one side, toppling her off of me without pulling my cock out of her ass, which did a good job of twisting it around. I thought for a minute it was going to tear right off. Then I was on top of her, matching Steve's position on Jane, with Irene's legs up around my neck, bringing her ass up tight against my body, burying my cock full length in her rectum.
For a minute there was mass confusion as we got everything in the right place. Then her legs were over my shoulders and her sharp fingernails were digging into the skin of my waist as she held herself tight against me, pulling me deep into her ass as I lunged away, pumping as hard as I could, putting every possible ounce of strength, shove and penetration into every stroke. I was getting my cock all the way into her ass, buried right up to the base, and the feeling was better than any cunt in the world. Hot and tight as a virgin's cunt, with that little ring of anal muscle milking my cock with every stroke.
Irene seemed to be going through one long, continuous orgasm; then my body seemed to explode as my cock jerked and pumped inside her ass, flooding her with my hot juice. When it was over she rolled away from me, onto the grass, fighting for breath, too exhausted to speak. I wasn't exactly rested, either, and when I glanced over to see how Jane and Steve were doing I saw an old Ford pickup parked in the driveway behind my T-Bird and a couple of young hippie-types standing on the porch, looking at us, all smiles. Steve and Jane seemed to be finished, too, although Steve still had his cock buried in Jane's ass, and I didn't think they had yet seen the audience we had attracted.
When they saw that I was looking their way, the hippie couple walked over to where we were lying, exhausted, and the guy offered me a drink of the beer he was holding. I took it with silent gratitude, my mouth too dry to speak, then got up and began to dress. He looked at me, still smiling, then spoke for the first time.
"Say, next time you want to do a little balling, just go on in the house and use the bed. It's softer than the ground. If we aren't here, the door's always open, and if we are here, maybe we'll join in. We can both dig that sort of action."
Steve and I thanked him as Steve and the girls got dressed, all of us a little embarrassed at what had happened, and at someone seeing what had happened. Then we went back to the car and drove to where we had left Steve's broken-down car. None of us said much of anything on the way back to the car, but when we were ready to drop Steve and Irene off, he hit us with a proposition.
"Look," he said, "I don't think I'd be wrong to say that you both enjoyed what happened this afternoon. I don't mean just the sex, but the anal bit. Right?"
I looked over at Jane for a minute, saw her blush, but also saw confirmation of my own thoughts in her eyes, then nodded in affirmation to Steve.
"Well," he said, "we have this little club. Sort of a get together on a regular basis, of people who dig that sort of sex. Ass fucking, to be blunt about it. We think you and Jane would make good members, and we'd like to sponsor you."
"Ah ... does swapping, changing partners like we did today, go with the anal stuff?" I asked.
"Yes. Usually, at least. We believe that sex is something that should be enjoyed in all its forms, especially the anal form, and the best way to enjoy it to its fullest is with a variety of partners. That way you're able to sample all the various techniques and sizes, both of rectums and penises."
We told them we would think it over, and he gave us a card with the address of the house where the Backside Swingers met, telling us that the next meeting where the full membership would be present would be on Wednesday night. He said that there would be some members there every night, but that Wednesdays were the big affairs and that the entire club tried to make it.
That night Jane and I talked it over, but we couldn't come to any conclusion. We were discussing it in bed, while we had a final cigarette. When she rolled over to put it out in the ashtray I snuggled up against her, my cock, suddenly grown hard, pressing against her ass. She knew immediately what I wanted, and as it turned out she wanted it too.
By the time we were finished there was no further discussion needed on the subject. We had reached our decision physically, rather than intellectually, and we've never regretted it. We were there for that Wednesday night meeting of the Backside Swingers Club, and now we're permanent members. We've both found a new way of relaxing that sure beats the hell out of just driving around looking at the scenery!
It had been Irene's idea for us to go on a picnic that Sunday, and while I wasn't all that enthusiastic, I agreed, knowing how seldom it was that she had a chance to get away from the Backside Swingers' house, which she was in charge of. She had been the housekeeper when I met her, as a new member, and now she was my wife, but she still took care of the house, and collected a pretty good salary from the rest of us members for doing it.
Anyway, I agreed to the picnic, for her sake. But when the car broke down out in the middle of nowhere, with absolutely no traffic to flag down for help, I began to wonder why the hell I had ever let her talk me into a day in the country. Later, though, after we had met Burt and Jane, I was pleased, to say the least, that we had taken that drive up into the mountains. I wasn't even too unhappy when I got the repair bill for the car later that week.
I don't claim to be a trained psychologist or anything like that, but after talking to Burt for awhile, and listening to Jane and Irene talking in the back seat, it became pretty obvious that they were so bored with each other that they were dying to meet somebody new. I gathered that because of his job they didn't have many friends or acquaintances. Right away I got the idea of curing that by introducing them to the Backside Swingers Club.
Burt and I had a lot in common, so we hit it off right away. Jane, bless her heart, seemed to be as lacking in the normal female jealousy and cattiness as my Irene, which was a necessary element if they were to join the club. After all, you can't very well be jealous and still agree to share your husband, or wife, with others. Especially when the sharing goes two ways, and involves getting or giving it in the ass. That sort of jealousy causes nothing but hassles, and we're careful not to let people who are jealous into the Backside Swingers.
That shack up in the mountains where we had our picnic was perfect for my plans. Deserted, but with a phone which I could use to call for help, and a little grassy area where we could relax for awhile. The fact that Burt had a cooler full of beer with him to liven things up was an extra attraction that did a lot to make things easier for all of us.
I said something, I don't remember what, about Irene's tits, and that started things moving. It was almost as if she knew what I was planning and started the action just so I could succeed in my plans.
She jabbed me in the ribs-a good, hard punch, and I grabbed her and started wrestling, tickling and biting her, a bit of action that always turns her on. She has a habit of not wearing any panties, and before long her skirt was bunched up around her hips, her hairy twat exposed for all the world to see.
Of course, the only persons in the world who could see it, besides me, were Burt and Jane, and Burt's reaction was perfect. Even from where I was lying on the ground, trying to hang on to a twisting and turning Irene, I could see the bulge growing in the front of his pants.
Jane saw it too, and proceeded to give him hell about it-not shrewish hell, but playful hell, starting a wrestling match just like the one Irene and I were having. When they finally got out of breath, which wasn't too long after starting thanks to the way they were laughing, they were lying head to head, but pointed in opposite directions, and Irene and I were lying at right angles to them, with our heads right near Burt's waist-the perfect position for the next step, which was up to my wife.
Irene's dress was, if anything, even higher, and her legs were spread apart, so I did the natural thing, forgetting, for a moment, about my plans. I gave her a big, juicy kiss right on the twat, sliding my tongue in until my chin was pressed tight against her already wet cunt lips. That really got her going, but not quite in the way I expected. I had thought she would pull me around so we could have a little sixty-nine, but when I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled I realized that it wasn't mine.
I looked up from my sexy lunch and saw her busy fingers pulling Burt's swollen cock out of his pants. She didn't waste any time playing around, but locked her lips around it and began pumping her mouth up and down. I knew that action had to be getting to him. I knew it from personal experience. Irene could really give some head.
That little piece of action seemed to have set Jane off as well. She jumped up from where she was lying, quickly pulled of her clothes, and sat down across Burt's chest, giving his tongue a shot at her cunt. He went to it like a starving man, and I went back to licking Irene's cunt, switching back and forth between getting my tongue deep inside her and nibbling at the hard little knob of her clit, sticking out like a little female cock.
It seemed like everyone came at once. Everyone except me, that is. Irene jammed her cunt down on my face, jerking away and getting wetter and wetter. Burt was moaning and groaning like someone was torturing him, then sighing like the torture had just been stopped, and Jane was giving out with little screams as she shoved her crotch tight against Burt's face. I could even see the muscles in her back knotting up as she came against his face. It must have been good for all of them, but now it was my turn.
I lay there for a few minutes, until I was sure everyone was through getting off. I didn't want to interrupt anything. When Irene finally let Burt's cock slide out of her mouth, and Burt let his head drop back away from Jane's cunt, I was ready to make my move. I got up and took Jape by the shoulders, pulling her up and off of Burt's face.
For a second I thought he was going to object, but Irene took care of that. She got up and sat down over his cock, lining it up with her asshole, then dropped down over him, taking it all at once, one of her favorite tricks to surprise people new to analism. Irene's had a lot of practice at ass fucking, and she knows how to relax her anal ring so that a-cock can slide right straight in, without having to go slow to keep from hurting her. I guess that's why she's so popular at club meetings. All the men seem to want a shot at her ass, and I can't blame them in the least. I go after it myself, and I don't have to wait for meetings! I get it every night at home, and I still dig it. She's that good.
I pulled Jane over several feet from where Burt and Irene were now getting it on, laid a little kissing and nibbling on her tits to make sure that she was feeling rather than thinking, then laid her back on the grass. Her cunt was shining with a mixture of lubrication, come and saliva, and it was a tempting target. I'm a little different than most of the club members, in that I don't really care all that much what hole I stick my cock in, so long as I can get off in it. I dig assholes, but not all that much more than cunts or mouths. I'll fuck a woman in her ear, if that's the only hole open at the time.
Jane was hot and ready, and I knew that I wasn't going to have any more trouble with her than Irene was having with Burt. She was ready to get fucked by someone, anyone, and I don't think she would have minded if I had stuck my cock in her left nostril, just so it went in somewhere. She was that hot and ready. And so was I. So it wasn't her nostril I wanted. It was her sweet, tight little ass.
While I was making sure that Jane was ready for a dose of my hard cock I kept an eye on the action between Burt and Irene, and was happy to see that he really seemed to be digging her anal action. She was sliding up and down on his cock a mile a minute, bouncing like some kind of bucking bronco rider in a rodeo, and he was puffing and panting away like a steam engine. His hands were around her waist, helping her with the bouncing, and there was no doubt in my mind at all that we had at least one new recruit ready for the Backside Swingers Club. One who, now that he had sampled the pleasures we had to offer, I was sure would convince his wife that they belonged in the club.
Jane had her eyes closed and was rocking back and forth, side to side, waiting for me to stick it to her. I didn't let her wait any longer.
She was ready and willing as I lifted her legs, fitting them on top of my shoulders, and settled forward, sliding the end of my cock into the crack of her ass. When the head of it was pressed against her tight hole, her legs clamped down on my neck, hard, and for a moment I was afraid she was going to try to stop me. Then she relaxed, and I began to push, trying to get through her anus and into her ass.
She was too tight, though, and without lubrication there was no way I could get into her without hurting both of us. I lifted away from her a little, letting my cock slide out of her buttocks, then stuck a couple of fingers into her cunt. I slid them around and in and out for a few seconds, picking up lots of her juice. When I thought my fingers were wet enough, I slipped them out of her cunt and rubbed them over the head of my cock, getting it good and wet, then spread the rest over and around her asshole, sliding one finger in a little bit just to see how it felt.
It must have felt damn good to her, because her body jackknifed a foot off the ground and she let out with a loud moan when my finger slid in. If I got that much reaction just from a finger, what would she do when I stuck my cock into her?
When I had both of us good and wet, I sent my hands back to her hips, holding them in place with her ass raised up off the ground, and again leaned forward, pressing my cock against her. This time she knew what I was doing and she showed me that she was ready for it by reaching down and grabbing my cock, directing it right up to her rosy little asshole. There wasn't any question about her willingness to take it there.
Even so, I took it easy going into her, sliding my cock in a fraction of an inch at a time, letting her get used to the feel of it and letting her asshole stretch and adapt to the size of it. Going that way, it must have taken me two or three minutes to get just the head of it inside of her, two or three minutes that brought me right to the point of shooting my own load.
I stopped moving for several long seconds, holding completely still while I got my body back under control and drove back the demands of my cock and balls. It wasn't easy, but I managed it, and when I had complete control, I started shoving forward again, a steady push on-my cock that sent it all the way into her ass with one smooth thrust.
When I hit bottom I thought Jane was going to explode. Her legs locked tight around my neck again, pulling her body, her ass, toward me, pulling her ass right up against my crotch. I had a couple of fingers in her cunt, working both it and her clit over while my cock was busy in her ass, and I could feel the muscles in her cunt jumping and contracting around my fingers just as her clitoris disappeared into the folds of her flesh with the coming of her orgasm.
It must have been really good for her, judging from the way her body was twisting and rolling around on the ground in front of me, and from the bruises I had on my neck and shoulders the next day from her pounding legs and feet.
Somehow I knew, though, that Jane was one of those women with the capacity to come and come, over and over again, so I continued to hold back on my own climax, starting a slow sliding of my cock in and out of her ass, fucking her back entrance as gently and lovingly as any other man would have screwed her cunt. Because I wanted more of her asshole in the future, I made sure that she got just what she needed, what she wanted that afternoon. A really good screwing.
I was thinking hard about intentionally going slow with Jane for two reasons; to make it especially good for her, and to hold back my climax for as long as possible to make it even better for me. I guess, actually, that they were the same thing.
Anyway, in thinking about it, I decided to try something a little bit different. On one upstroke, pulling my cock out of her ass, I let it come all the way out. I saw her eyes fly open in surprise when I slipped out of her ass, but they closed again and a big smile stretched her facial muscles as I moved it forward just a little and rammed it home in her cunt, pushing the head of it right up to the end of her vagina in one swift lunge.
Then, without pausing, I pulled it out again and sent it sliding back into her asshole. I started a back and forth motion like that, one stroke in her ass, one in her cunt, then back to her ass again, keeping the strokes slow enough to allow me to establish a smooth and constant rhythm, a rhythm that she was soon matching with her pumping hips.
She was still coming every few seconds, each climax a little stronger than the one before, and after about five minutes I just couldn't hold out any longer. My balls felt as if they were about to explode with stored up come. I couldn't hold on to the slow, steady rhythm. The desire in my body was just too strong.
I forgot about the alternating holes, forgot about her jerking cunt, and concentrated on slamming my cock in and out of her ass. Her anus was relaxed enough now, and her rectum was sufficiently lubricated, that there was no need for me to take it easy to keep from hurting her. I could drive my cock in and out of her ass as hard as I wanted to, as fast as I needed to, and that was pretty damned hard and fast.
The sweat was pouring off my body and dripping down onto Jane's belly, and I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs. Then the end of my cock seemed to explode, pumping out a stream of come that burned all the way down my cock. That set off one last, tremendous orgasm in her, an orgasm so strong that she lifted her whole body off the ground with her hands and slammed it forward against me, driving my cock deep into her asshole and preventing me from doing any more pumping.
I tried to draw back, to pull my cock out a little for one last thrust, but no matter how far back I pulled, she followed me, keeping my cock deep inside of her. Her anal ring was contracted around my cock, and as her orgasm reached its peak it tightened so much that I thought I was going to scream from the pain. Even though it hurt, it squeezed the last drop of come from me, finishing off my orgasm with a final jerk of my cock that left me completely drained and exhausted.
To listen to him talk, you'd think that getting Jane and Burt to join the Backside Swingers was all Steve's idea. Well, let me tell you, I was a member long before I met Steve and introduced him to the club, and I had the idea of bringing Jane and Burt into the club while Steve was still drooling over Jane's legs.
As a matter-of-fact, as soon as I saw them pull up, I began thinking about it, probably because I was thinking that the only thing that was going to cool Steve off, after the trouble we had run into with my picnic idea, was a good fucking. That's one of the reasons I love Steve. It doesn't matter how mad he might be, all I have to do is wave my ass at him and he gets over his mad right away. I guess you might call him pussy-whipped, or, in our case, ass-whipped. But whatever you call it, it works, and I dig it. We don't have many serious arguments, and we both get all the fucking we need, and then some.
Anyway, all the time we were with Burt and Jane, looking for a phone to call the auto club, I was checking Jane out, and by the time we found that farmhouse I was pretty sure that she was ready for a little swinging action, and probably even a little anal activity. She didn't come right out and say it, but I got the idea that she was pretty bored with Burt, even though she still loved him as much as she ever had, and that he was feeling the same about her. They needed a little variety in their lives, and I figured I had just the answer for her. Our Backside Swingers Club. If that didn't put a little variety in their lives, nothing would!
So, when we started that little picnic thing next to the farmhouse, and when we had all drunk enough beer to get a little giggly, I was looking for an excuse, any excuse, to start something. Something that would lead to sex, and an involvement of Burt and Jane in a little asshole stuffing. Knowing Steve, I figured it wouldn't be too long before I found the excuse I was looking for, and I was right.
We were sort of joking around, and he said something about me having tits like a pair of Buick bumper guards. That was all I needed. I gave him a hard poke in the ribs, and that started the wrestling match. Before long Burt and Jane were at it too, just as I had planned, and there was the heavy scent of sex in the air. I had deliberately let my dress crawl up my legs until Burt couldn't help but notice that I didn't have anything on under it, and his instant erection told me that, if only Jane would co-operate, I could get that hard-on inside my ass before the afternoon was over.
Jane was no problem at all. She had a lip lock on Burt when Steve started in on me.-He's always horny, so it didn't surprise me when his tongue went to work on my pussy. To be honest, I guess I'm just as horny as he is, and it sure did feel good, that slightly rough tongue of his licking at my clitoris and probing around in my pussy.
After all the wrestling around, we had ended up with my head right down by Burt's crotch, so it was the most natural thing in the world for me to reach out and pull his zipper down. The minute I did, his cock pushed his ... shorts out through the opening, and after a little manipulating with my fingers, it was right out there in the open, sticking out of his pants like a flagpole with a little circle of hair around the base taking the place of grass and the red-purple head taking the place of the stars and stripes. I didn't salute it, though.
It was a good-sized cock, about ten inches long and a little over an inch thick. Not too big to get into my ass comfortably, but big enough that I was going to feel it when he shoved it in.
I wrapped my fingers around it for a couple of seconds, savoring the heat that was radiating from it. Then I bent my neck a little to bring my lips into position, opened them a bit, and let the head of it slide into my mouth. There was already a little drop of seminal fluid on the tip of it, tasting hot and salty, and just like an aphrodisiac, it began sending messages of fire through my system. Messages that flashed down to meet the messages that were being sent upwards by Steve's tongue in my cunt. Where they met, in the center of my body, it felt as if someone had set a fire.
I had been lying on my side, with Steve's head between my legs, but I couldn't get a good shot at Burt's cock in that position, so I began to shift around, and Steve moved right with me, never missing a lick. I ended up lying on my stomach, with Steve lying under me at sort of an angle, his head raised between my legs so that his tongue could get all the way into my pussy. In that position I could do just about anything I wanted with my mouth, so I did what was necessary, sliding my lips down over Burt's cock until the head of it was tucked away clear back at the entrance to my throat, as deep as it would go without my going to a deep throat technique, which I couldn't do from the position I was in. :
Burt's cock was one of those ridged ones, with lots of veins right up under the skin making lots of little bumps on it, and I traced every one of those bumps and ridges with my tongue as I slid my mouth up and down over it. I didn't realize just how hot Burt was, or, I would have taken it a little easier and slower.
Long before I thought he was ready, just as Steve's tongue was giving me my first climax, Burt's cock seemed to grow even larger, then a hot stream of come gushed out of it and down my throat. For a second I gagged on it; then I got my throat muscles working, swallowing, and I sucked every drop out of him.
I didn't know it at the time, but quite by coincidence Jane was coming at the same time as Burt and I. We all did our" thing as the orgasms shuddered their ways to completion. Then all of us sort of relaxed to catch our breaths. I figured that if Jane was going to stop me, now was the time, when she saw what I was doing to her husband. She didn't say a word, though, and neither did Burt when Steve pulled her off him, leading her a few feet away from where we had been lying for a little fucking. Steve's good, and I knew that he could make Jane really dig getting it in the ass. That left it up to little old me to make Burt dig it as well, a task I was looking forward to.
Burt was just lying there, looking like the world had come to an end with his orgasm, so I took the initiative. I climbed up on him, facing his feet so he would be able to see just what was going on, and in, and eased my body downward until I felt the head of his cock slipping between the cheeks of my ass.
I've been taking it in the ass for quite a few years now, and I learned a long time ago how to consciously relax my anus so that a cock can slide in without any trouble. It's sort of like the way you unconsciously relax it when you take a shit, but without the rectal pushing that's necessary to force the turd out. That's why, as soon as I had shifted around a little to get his cock in just the right position, I was able to just sit down, letting it slide right up my ass.
Because I was facing away from him, I couldn't see the expression on Burt's face, but I had a pretty good idea of how he reacted. When I slipped the ring of my anus down along the shaft of his cock, his feet stiffened and his toes sort of curled up, and I could feel the muscles in his thighs bunching up underneath me.
I was just guessing about the way my actions were affecting Burt, but there was no guessing necessary about how it was getting to me. That big cock of his felt so good shoved up my ass that I wanted to cry and scream like hell. Instead I began to lift up and then drop suddenly down, sliding my ass along the full length of his cock, and at the same time I used my fingers on my clit and in my cunt to bring me to the point of coming even sooner. I was in a hurry to climax, hoping that a climax by me would be matched by another one from Burt.
It was only a few minutes before Burt got the idea and began to take a little direct action on his own. His fingers dug into the flesh at my waist and began to help me lift up and down, setting the rhythm of our movements, and his hips began to jerk a little under me, slamming that last little bit of his cock into my ass with each downward stroke.
I knew it wasn't going to be long before I came, and somehow I knew that Burt was holding back, that it was going to be quite a while before he got off again. So I just let myself go, and about three strokes later every muscle in my body tightened up, and with what felt like skyrockets going off in my mind and a hand grenade in my belly, I came and came and came. I jammed my ass down hard on Burt's crotch, trying to get every fraction of his ten inches inside of me, and he co-operated by arching his hips upward and pulling down on my hips with his hands.
After that it was only necessary for me to get him to come, and I knew that we had him hooked into the Backside Swingers Club. He had his own ideas about how he was going to come, though, ideas that I was all in favor of when I found out about them.
Without taking his cock out of my ass, in a move that I wouldn't have thought possible before that day, he pushed me over to one side, then rolled me completely over so that he was lying on top of me with my stomach pressed into the grass. He pumped away at me a couple of times, but I guess that still wasn't quite what he wanted.
After one particularly hard lunge, he slid his cock all the way out of my ass, and the feeling it gave me when my anus popped closed almost made me come again. Then, with hands that were by no means gentle, he grabbed my hips and rolled me over underneath him.
I guess he had been watching Steve as he was fucking Jane, because he matched Steve's favorite position, kneeling between my legs with my calves on top of his shoulders and my ass raised to press against his cock. He gave me a look that seemed to be asking if I approved, so I gave him a big smile, and when I did he stuck his cock back up against my anus and, with one steady, hard shove, buried it all the way into my ass again. This time, for some reason, I really felt the size of his cock, and I know that I screamed when it hit bottom. It just felt too damn good buried all the way into the depths of my ass for me to keep taking it in there quietly.
Burt must have been watching my husband pretty closely while he was fucking Jane, because he screwed the hell out of me just the way Steve usually gives it to me, only better. Much better. His cock was driving in and out of my ass, and he had both of his hands down at my pussy, the fingers of one hand sliding in and out of my cunt, the fingers of his other , hand playing with my clitoris.
Then, much to my surprise and delight, he added a little extra touch of his own. With each downward stroke he would rise up a little off his knees, and when he did that, his cock, refusing to bend inside of me, would put hard pressure on the walls of my rectum, pressure that was matched by his fingers inside my cunt, pressing at the thin wall between my cunt and rectum, exciting the nerves in both openings beyond endurance. It was wonderful, and I knew that it must have been getting to him as much as it was getting to me.
His chest was heaving and pumping, almost as strongly as his cock was pumping in and out of my ass, and his face was gleaming with sweat. With every lunge a little grunt would escape from his clenched-together lips, and I could feel both the heat and size of his cock growing in my ass with each passing second, with each completed thrust.
Then his mouth was suddenly open and he was gasping, groans and moans mixing with the whistling of air through his throat, and I felt his boiling hot come splashing around inside my ass, wetting down the walls and making it even more slippery inside, making his sliding, slamming cock move faster and faster.
When I felt him come in me, I let myself go, and had myself an orgasm that was one of the best I had felt in a long time, and still rates with the best ever. The fever that had been filling my body had gathered in a tight, burning little knot in my belly, and all of a sudden that knot exploded, and I saw nothing but red stars and yellow sheets of flame for long seconds as my body pumped itself dry.
When it was all over, much too soon, and we were all lying there, completely exhausted, before anyone noticed the farm owners watching us, I remember thinking that Burt and Jane were going to make a fine addition to the club, and that I was going to have to arrange a regular schedule, just so I could get more of that wonderful cock of his in my ass. While I dug getting it up the ass from the club members, and had for a long time, it had also been a long time since I had gone through an experience so totally satisfying. As a matter-of-fact, the only one I can think of that re ally compares was the one I had that introduced me to the Backside Swingers Club, way back when I was a working girl, and I don't mean as a cleaning lady for an anal sex club.
IRENE AND CORA
I got involved with the Backside Swingers Club quite simply, through my business. I was what the magazines call a call girl. Really nothing more than a high-priced whore. Not much of a profession, I'll admit, but one I liked for a variety of reasons.
Unlike a lot of prostitutes, I really dig sex, sex of all kinds now, and I got all of it I needed or wanted, and then some, with that kind of job. Add to that the fact that I was able to command top prices, even in a high-priced field, which meant that I was able to afford just about anything I wanted, whenever I wanted it, even after paying off my various contacts, and you can see that, as far as I was concerned at least, I had it made, with room, and money, to spare.
I was, at that time in my life, to the point where it would have taken something really special, extra special, to make me give up my chosen profession. And I found that something special right here in the Backside Swingers Club.
Of course, my line of work did have some pretty serious drawbacks at times. I occasionally had to spend a lonely evening just sitting around my apartment by myself when business was slow, sitting waiting for the phone to ring with a job to do, and I'd been beaten up a couple of times by customers with a sadistic bent, and even robbed once for a lousy fifty bucks, all I had on me at the time. But still, with all of that, I still figured it was the best possible job for me, considering my various desires.
Along with those problems, though, I sometimes found myself having to do some pretty strange things, which, if it hadn't been for the money, I could never have even considered doing. There was this one guy that demanded I piss all over him, and another who liked to sit and watch while I used a vibrator on myself, jacking off when I came. Both of them were regular, and good-paying customers who I could count on to keep the rent paid and food in the refrigerator.
Most of my business, though, was with guys from out of town, visiting for business meetings or conventions, who were only around for a day or so. I'd see them once, maybe twice, and that was it. The majority of them had completely normal sexual urges, simply wanting a straight fuck with maybe a little sucking on the side to warm things up. It was only very occasionally that a weirdo showed up in that crowd to add some spice to my nightly rounds.
When I'd get a phone call in the evening for an appointment, I had to be prepared, mentally and physically, for just about anything, and it was a good thing I had taught myself the proper mental disciplines needed for the job, because it was mental discipline that kept me from completely blowing a good thing when I got the call that led to my permanent job as housekeeper and general organizer for the Backside Swingers Club-a call for what turned out to be a very, very strange appointment indeed.
The call was from a man I had taken good care of, as a customer, several times in the past, always leaving him satisfied that he had gotten his money's worth. All he said was that he had recommended me highly to someone, and had set up an appointment with that someone in an hour. He gave me the number and street of the house I was to go to, then hung up when I assured him I would be there on time.
Since business had been awfully slow that week I considered jacking up the price a little bit, say an extra twenty bucks. Anyone who lived in the area of the address he had given me could afford a little surcharge, I thought, but in the end I finally decided against adding anything on. The satisfied customer who had called might have quoted my regular price to the new customer, and if I asked for more when I got there, I might find that I had wasted a long drive, and possibly even have missed a call while I was gone, taking a double loss for a little extra greed.
I slipped into my working clothes, a dress that comes off very easily with nothing on underneath, called my answering service to tell them to record any calls for the next couple of hours, got my car out of the apartment garage and headed for the address he had given me.
I found the place without any trouble, on a quiet residential street in a really good section of town, parked the car, walked up to the front door and before knocking, checked my watch. It was four minutes before the time my contact had set. Close enough, so I knocked.
I heard the sounds of someone moving around inside through the closed door, but it was several minutes before it finally opened. I was just about to knock again, not having been able to find a bell button to push, when the knob turned and the door swung open. To my surprise I was met by a woman, not a man. A woman wearing an all white outfit that looked like a uniform-the sort of uniform usually worn by nurses and therapists.
I began to swear to myself, figuring that if the customer was so old or so sick or so weak that he needed a nurse, he was probably going to want something pretty strange in the way of sexual action out of me. After all, if he was sick and yet still wanted a woman, what was he going to do with her? I mean, with me? The same question if he was so old and invalided that he needed constant nursing care. Whatever the case was, I figured that there probably wouldn't be much direct screwing involved, if any, a bit of a disappointment for me since I hadn't yet had any cock that night, and I was getting sort of horny. When a person gets used to getting a good fucking five or six times a night, every night, it's kind of hard to go through a whole evening with absolutely nothing except lascivious thoughts.
The woman or nurse or whatever the hell she was looked me over closely as she closed the door, and I was tempted to ask her if I had passed inspection.
"You're the woman Bill sent, I take it?" She had a very deep, vibrant voice, and taking a second look I wondered if she was really all that much a woman, if you know what I mean.
When I nodded yes, she gave me another quick once-over with her eyes, then turned and walked into a small hallway off to one side, leading away from the living room that I could dimly see at the end of the main hallway. I was beginning to get the idea that something about this call was really weird, and was sure of it when I saw that there were several people, couples, in. that big living room. After all, a normal man doesn't call in a prostitute when he has a bunch of people over for a party, or whatever was going on in the living room, unless he's planning on putting on a show, and that wasn't part of my repertoire.
Thinking that I should turn around and leave right then, my good sense was overcome by sheer curiosity. I followed the woman down the hallway and into a small sitting room or den, looking quickly around the room for my customer. The place was empty, though. Through a partially opened door I could see just the edge of a bed, covered with a shiny satin spread, but I couldn't see enough of it to tell if it was occupied or not. I looked back at the woman, who had stopped and was once again giving me the once-over.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"Where is who?"
"The customer. The man Bill asked me to come over to see." I hoped that whoever and wherever he was, he would prove to be a little smarter than his nurse. Who the hell did she think I was looking for? The head of the vice squad?
She smiled slightly, and her eyes traveled from my face to my ankles, moving slowly, then back again, and I thought I saw a hint of a red flush building up under her skin and a glint in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
"I asked Bill to send you over," she said. "My name is Cora, and I'm your customer." I guess my mouth must have dropped open with surprise, or something, because she laughed, loud and hearty, then asked, "Any thing wrong with that? Do you have objections to making it with a woman?"
I did a fast mental gear change, shrugged my shoulders, smiled right back at her, then walked over to a small side table to put my purse down. What the hell? Her money was as green as anyone else's. I had never gone this particular route before, at least not commercially, but that didn't bother me a bit. After all, sex is sex, isn't it? What difference does the method make, so long as you end the session sexually "satisfied? And with cash to put in the bank the next day. That, baby, is the real name of the game, and I don't remember a single rule that said there was anything wrong with switching players in the middle of the game.
When I nodded and smiled she got right down to business. She evidently didn't believe in wasting any time on preliminaries. Her clothes-dress, shoes, stockings, panties and bra-were off and scattered about the floor in not much more time than it took me to pull down my one zipper and step out of my dress. She walked over to where I was standing, brushed her lips against mine, then took my hand in her somewhat sweaty grip and led me into the bedroom and up to the king-size bed.
I got up onto the satin bedspread, stretching out full length, as she walked over to a nightstand, opened a drawer in it, and took out something wrapped in a towel. She came back to the bed and laid the object down on the floor next to it without removing the towel, then sat down next to me on the bed, her hands reaching out to caress my breasts and her lips once again brushing against mine, then dropping down to trail across my neck and shoulder.
I didn't have the slightest idea of just what she wanted me to do, so I just lay there without moving, letting her take the lead. She shifted her seat on the bed slightly, then kissed each of my nipples, flicking at them with the tip of her tongue, moving on as soon as they began to harden with desire-desire that was beginning to send warm flushes through my body. Like I said, I hadn't gotten any fucking that day, and I was getting very horny by then.
I let myself drift, savoring the sexual arousal that was starting to move through my body, and she shifted again, her hands spreading my legs apart. She moved around until she was kneeling between my feet, brought her head down and forward, her face masked by her fallen hair, and kissed the inside of each of my thighs, then slid her stiffened tongue deep into my cunt.
Heat began to flood through my body as she shot her tongue in and out and around, and I began to squirm a little on the smooth silkiness of the bedspread. Her hands went under me, cupping the cheeks of my ass and lifting them off the bed, and as her tongue moved faster and faster, I felt one sharp fingernail probing at my anus, pressing for entrance, then wiggling deftly inside, pumping to match the actions of her tongue-a tongue that was quickly setting me on fire. I felt as though I was going to have to start doing something pretty quick. I was getting entirely too hot to just keep lying there' accepting her action.
Her tongue and finger were really getting to me, and as I felt myself slipping nearer and nearer to a climax, I brought my hands down to her head, running my fingers around inside her ears and pressing lightly against the back of her neck, urging her busy, darting tongue ever deeper into my cunt.
Then, without warning, she pulled back away from me, pulling her finger out of my asshole and her tongue away from my heated cunt, and stood up. She picked up the towel from the floor, unwrapped it, and I saw that it held a tremendous pink dildo, a rubber cock, gleaming with a thin coat of vaseline or some other lubricant. Her breath was coming fast and her cheeks were flushed as she quickly strapped it on. Once she had the straps adjusted just the way she wanted them she climbed back onto the bed, between my legs.
She rubbed the dildo against the skin and hair between my legs for a moment, making sure I knew just what she was doing; then, when she felt the head of it drop a little as it pressed against the opening of my vagina, she began to press downward. My cunt lips spread as that giant tool moved into me, until I began to worry that it was going to prove to be too big, that it was going to tear me.
It didn't, though, and I stopped worrying as soon as she had it about halfway into me. It felt too good, and I was getting to the point where I couldn't worry about anything except the possibility she might stop again. All I could think about was how good it felt there inside of me, filling me, turning me on more than I had been turned on in months.
I had sort of expected the rubber to be cold, but it wasn't. In fact, it was as hot as a real cock, and I guessed that it had been immersed in hot water for some time before my arrival, getting ready for the job it was going to do on me-the job it was now doing so well and so effectively.
The red flood of my approaching climax was fast filling my mind and body with tides of irresistible passion. I felt as though I was nothing more than a fleshy bag of flaming nerve endings, teased to torment by what she was doing, and then she shifted position again, so quickly I didn't have a chance to even think of protesting.
She shoved that dildo into me hard and deep, almost its full length, which must have been at least twelve inches, then pulled it all the way out with a sliding, slurping, popping sound. Her hands moved quickly down my legs, under my knees, lifting me upward until my legs were lying across her shoulders, jackknifing me on the bed. I felt the head of the rubber cock sliding down through the hair between my legs, across and past the open, waiting lips of my cunt, into the spread crack of my ass.
The woman, Cora she had said her name was, but I wasn't thinking about names right then, must have had a lot of experience at that sort of thing, because she seemed to know when the head of it was in exactly the right spot, pressing against the tight pucker of my asshole, a place I never expected her to try and put it. It was much too big to put in there-or so I thought at the time.
The head of it pressed hard for a second against my unyielding flesh, then the lubricant and the juice it had picked up from my sopping pussy did its work, and that king-size imitation of a cock plunged deep into my ass, almost driving me right through the headboard of the bed as it tore past through tight, tender tissues, feeling like it was tearing me in half.
At the time it felt as though I was going to need stitches to close up the hole she was making, and I guess I screamed a little from the pain. But actually it hadn't done any lasting damage, or so I found out later, and the sexual excitement that had been filling my body as she had worked the dildo in and out of my cunt quickly built again until it completely blocked out any pain she might have been causing.
She shoved it all the way in, deeper than I thought it was possible for a cock to penetrate, rubber or flesh, then began to slide it slowly in and out, her hands reaching down in front of her, between our bodies, one finger sliding into my cunt while the other played gently with the excited, tender little nub of my clitoris.
From her motions, her speeding up of the pumping action, her breathing, her sweating, I knew that she was going to reach her climax at any moment, and that I was either going to be right with her or not far behind. It turned out that I was right with her, and when we both began our orgasms I got a real surprise.
.As my hips began to jerk and my muscles locked up tight from the pure erotic pleasure of my orgasm, a sudden tearing shock that seemed like a bolt of electricity whipped through my pumping, shuddering ass, and I must have come at least a foot off the bed in reaction. What a feeling! It came again and again, little burning, tearing shocks that drove my climax to a peak that there is no way for me to fully describe. With each shock I could feel my anus clamping tight on that plunging rubber cock and my cunt muscles grabbing at her finger. It was purely fantastic!
Later I found out that the dildo had a couple of small batteries buried in it, for just that purpose. At the other end, the end that was strapped to Cora, there was a small, horn-shaped protuberance, which rubbed against her clit as she was pumping the rubber cock in and out of me. That horn also transmitted the shocks to her, controlled by a small button that the hand she wasn't using on my cunt was pressing repeatedly, and she actually screamed from the pleasure reaction that the shock was giving both of us at the same time.
When we were finally drained dry, she pulled the dildo out of my ass and moved back. When she did my legs just collapsed on the bed. I didn't have any strength left in them, or in the rest of my body for that matter. She got up, unstrapped the rubber cock, then walked over to the dresser. She came back with a handful of money in her hand. She didn't give it to me right away, though, just standing there like she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start.
I had the feeling that she was going to ask me to come back, perhaps on a regular schedule, and I've got to admit that the idea was entertaining. It was almost right, too.
"This may seem a little hard to believe at first," she said, "but I didn't have Bill send you over here because I have to buy this kind of action."
"I can believe. that!" I said with a smile. 'That had to be one of the best screwings I've ever had, even if it was by you, instead of a man."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Cora said, returning my smile. "What about the anal bit? Did you like that, too?"
"Well, I have to admit that it was a little upsetting at first, but you sure did make it good. Good enough that I could dig getting it there more often."
"That's what I thought you'd say. You see," she continued, "Bill told me that he thought you were basically an anal person, and that's why he sent you over here tonight. This isn't just a house-a residence. It's the headquarters, the meeting place, for a sort of club we have. A club made up of people who dig anal sex, and we thought you might like to join."
"It sounds good," I answered, "but I'm not sure how much time I'd be able to spend here. My business...."
"If you accept the offer we're prepared to make, it will be your ex-business. You see, we want you to take over running the house here. Sort of a housekeeper and general organizer for the parties. What do you say?"
"Well, I don't know...."
"One other thing," she said, as if she was reading my mind. "We're prepared to throw in a pretty good salary. You won't be losing anything, financially, by making the switch. The club treasury is in pretty good shape, and since we all have jobs, and can't really devote enough time to keep things running right here, we're willing to pay you well to take over. Oh, yes, one other thing. If you do decide to take the job, you'll be expected to join us in our activities."
"What do you mean, activities?"
"Activities like those we just took part in. You and me."
"Cora, you've got yourself a housekeeper!"
Bill, another member of our Backside Swingers Club, had mentioned that he knew this call girl named Irene, a girl he used on and off to entertain business acquaintances from out of town, and even for himself occasionally, who might make a good member. In addition, he thought she might also be a solution to a problem we had been hassling with for quite some time-where to find someone to take care of the place and to make sure that everything was ready for scheduled activities and parties.
I had him call and make an appointment with the girl, even though I wasn't all that sure that a call girl, a prostitute, was the kind of person we were looking for as a club member, much less a housekeeper. I mean, after all, the woman was a whore! .
It didn't take me long to discover that what she did for a living didn't have a hell of a lot to do with what kind of person she was. More importantly, it didn't have a lot to do with what kind of lover she was. Or, come to think of it, maybe it did. Maybe that's why she was so damned good.
Anyway, pardon me for getting ahead of myself. Bill set up the appointment, thinking that I was going to have Ralph, that week's examiner, check her out. I didn't say anything about it to him, but I figured on doing the checking myself. Everyone in the club knows that I dig women as much as men, especially women who'll let me use my dildo on them The club is very liberal about things like that, but I don't think Bill would have considered it a good idea for me, with my sexual tastes, to meet a prospective member there for her first introduction to the club.
Irene showed up right at the time Bill had set, and I had to admit that he had good taste in women. She was a doll. Long red hair and green eyes, about five-eight and a hundred and twenty pounds, and, best of all, a pair of tits that were threatening to break right through the cloth of her dress. They must have been at least forties, and there is nothing that turns me on quite as much as a set of really big tits.
I couldn't take my eyes off them, and the longer I looked at them, the hotter I got. I felt like creaming right there, just from thinking about how they would taste, and I could feel the warm wetness between my legs soaking into my panties.
She gave me a pretty strange look when I opened the door. Obviously she had been expecting a man to answer. I led her back to one of the bedrooms, avoiding going through the living room. There were a fair number of members there that night, and I didn't want her worrying about what was going on. I'm pretty sure she got a glimpse of the living room, though, despite my attempt. But if she did, she didn't say anything about it.
You should have seen the expression on Irene's face when she found out that I was her customer, as she called it, the person she had been hired to service. For a minute I thought she was going to take off running. She got herself under control quickly, though, and with a shrug of her shoulders she put her purse over on a table and started getting out of her clothes.
I had never thought about how a call girl would dress, and I was surprised to find that the dress, a one-piece wool affair which looked like it cost a pretty good piece of change, was all she was wearing. She just pulled down the zipper, stepped out of the dress, and she was naked, with those beautiful tits pointed straight at me, without a bit of sag to them.
As soon as she had started taking off her dress I began to strip, and by the time she got back to the center of the room, after laying her dress across a chair, I was as naked as she was, with my clothes scattered all over the floor. I've never claimed to be a particularly neat person, and that night I was in just too much of a hurry to give a damn about whether or not I got some wrinkles in the white, almost man-tailored, suit I had put on before coming to the club.
I walked over to where she was standing, gave her a little kiss, just barely touching our lips together, then took her hand and led her to the bed. She cHmbed right up onto it, ready for whatever I might want.
I went over to the nightstand where I keep the dildo, wrapped in a towel, and pulled it out. I had been soaking it in hot water for several hours, and the towel had kept it warm since I had put it in the drawer, ten minutes before her scheduled arrival time. That way I figured that by the time I got ready to use it, it would be just the right temperature-the temperature of a real cock.
I put the still-wrapped dildo down on the floor next to the bed, where I could reach it easily should I find myself in a hurry when it came time to use it, then sat down on the bed next to Irene. I knew that I should take it easy and slow, and I tried, but the sight of those magnificent tits of hers had turned me on so much that I was in no mood for playing around. I wanted to get it going, but I forced myself to take it as slow and easy as possible. Even at that, my actions weren't all that slow or reserved, I guess.
Almost as if I didn't have any control over it, my head dipped down to her lips for a light kiss, and" my hands reached out for her breasts, feeling their warm firmness, the hardening tips of her nipples pressing against my sweaty palms as I rubbed them.
Irene just lay there, not moving, while I moved my lips across her upper body, tasting the sweet flesh of her neck and shoulders, then moving down to her beautiful breasts. Each nipple got a little kiss, then I sucked one of them into my mouth, feeling and tasting the slightly rough, bumpy surface with the tip of my tongue. With my face down on her chest and my lips on her nipple, I could hear the beating of her heart and the sound of air moving in and out of her lungs as her breathing came faster and faster. I knew then that she was ready to accept my loving.
I didn't want to give up that wonderful-tasting nipple, but the tides of passion were building fast in my body, and I had to move on, to get the preliminaries over with so that we could both get to the serious business of fucking. I let go of her nipple and moved on down the bed, spreading her legs apart, then kneeling between them. When I looked up to see how Irene was accepting my actions, I saw that her eyes were closed, her head twisting back and forth on the pillow, and I knew that she was as hot, and as horny, as I was, and as ready for anything I wanted to give her.
I dropped my head down between Irene's legs and gave her a couple more of those little, brushing kisses, one on the inside of each thigh, then sent my tongue right to the target, deep into her warm, wet pussy. It tasted better than any steak, and I went in as deep as I could go, as far as my tongue would reach, probing and sucking at the same time to get all of that wonderful, hot taste into my mouth.
It wasn't long before her hips were beginning to jerk up and down in time with my tongue, and on one of the upward jerks I slid my hands under her ass, one finger going to her asshole. She was really tight back there, and I had a lot of trouble getting my finger in, but finally I forced it through, then began pumping it in time with the thrusts of my tongue in her pussy.
That really seemed to set Irene off, and in just a couple of seconds I felt her hands at the back of my head, pushing down, urging my tongue deeper and deeper into her freely lubricating pussy. She was so. wet that I could feel a mixture of her juice and my saliva dripping down my chin, and a little rivulet of it ran down the crack of her ass, splitting into twin streams to flow around my finger.
I knew, both from her actions and from what was happening inside my own body, that it was time to move on to other things. If I didn't we were both going to come, and I didn't want it to happen that way, with my tongue in her cunt and my finger in her ass. I wanted it to happen with my finger in her cunt and my cock, my beautiful rubber cock, buried in her ass.
I slipped my finger out of her ass and quickly got up off the bed, picking up the dildo as I did so. It was already lubricated and the straps were adjusted to my body, so it only took a few seconds before I had it on and was back between Irene's legs. Even though it had only been a few seconds since I had stopped, I saw that Irene had cooled off and was watching me with an expression that seemed to have at least an element of fear in it. I was so hot that I wanted to get my cock right into her ass, but I figured I'd better take it a little slow. It took a lot of will power, something I've never had in abundance, but somehow I managed it.
I let the dildo rub back and forth along the lips of her cunt for a moment, pressing the head of it against her clitoris; then, as I felt it settling into the gap of her pussy I began to press, shoving it slowly into her, going slow deliberately so as not to hurt her. Like I said, that rubber cock of mine was big-bigger than any man she might have taken before.
I let it slide in about halfway, then rested for a minute to let Irene get used to the feel of it. She had her eyes closed again, and was panting and gasping and occasionally crying out with little moans, and I figured that she was just about ready to come. That meant that she was just about ready for the final step.
With one hard lunge I shoved the dildo all the way into her cunt, full length, and she jackknifed under me and gave out with a little scream that could have been either pleasure or pain, or a combination of the two. Her fingers clawed at my back, and then I pulled my cock all the way out of her, drawing back away from her for a second while I got my hands under her knees to lift her up into the right position.
I lifted her legs up high off the bed, until they were on either side of my neck, resting on my shoulders; then I dropped my body back down. The head of my dildo made contact with her cunt again, and her hips jerked upwards, begging for the feel of it in her cunt, but I drew back a little, keeping it from going inside of her. Instead I let it drop, away from her cunt and back toward her asshole. I could see, just barely, when the head of it was in the right place, pressed tight against her asshole, gleaming with juice from her pussy and my tongue.
I pressed downward, feeling her asshole spread open. Then, when I felt the little drop as the head slipped inside, I gave it a hard shove, a lunge with the weight of my whole body behind it, and it was all the way in, right up to the base.
The little horn on the inside of the dildo was pressed against my clitoris, and when I hit bottom in Irene's asshole we both screamed, her from the feel of that big cock in her ass, and me from the pleasure of that horn pressing against my clit. The wait, the going slow, had been worth it. Now I was getting all the sex feeling that I had been waiting for all evening.
I began pumping away at Irene's ass, slowly at first, then faster, pulling the dildo almost all the way out with each upstroke, then pounding it down, shaving it all the way into her ass again. With each stroke that little horn scraped against my clit, and the fires built within me until I knew it was only seconds before I was going to come.
When I felt the tension starting to build, I reached down for the little button that was attached to the dildo with a wire, readying my finger on the button. I knew that Irene was ready too, and I reached down with one hand and slid my fingers into her cunt, running them in and out, making sure that she was getting enough sexual stimulation to come right along with me.
I had to hold on tight for a few seconds to keep from coming before Irene was ready, but when I felt the juice begin to flood around my finger in her pussy, and all her muscles tighten up, I knew it was time, and my finger began to press repeatedly on the button, sending sharp little shocks of electricity from the batteries in the dildo into Irene's asshole and against my clit. It was the ultimate orgasm, and I thought, I hoped, it was never going to end. My body shook and shuddered, and it felt as though every muscle in my body was cramping. I couldn't breathe, and a fiery red haze dropped over my eyes, completely blocking my vision.
Through that haze I could hear Irene screaming out her pleasure, and her sharp fingernails raked across my back, leaving burning welts behind. Her body lunged up against mine, jamming her ass tight against the base of the dildo as her body thrashed around on the bed. She was getting her orgasm, and getting it good. I knew, from my first experience on the receiving end of a dildo like that, that there is no feeling in the world quite like it. There is no way a man's cock, smaller and without the batteries, can give you a climax like that dildo of mine. It just isn't possible. Besides, contrary to what most people think, the walls of the rectum are even more sensitive than the walls of the cunt, and every one of those little shocks was going right through those walls and up along every nerve in Irene's thrashing body.
Finally, as all things must, it ended, with both of us drained for the moment. I dropped the button, since it couldn't help us to keep it going any more, then began to draw back away from her, slowly sliding the dildo out of her ass. It almost seemed as if she wanted me to leave it there, the way her hands clutched at my back, and when it finally popped free with a wet, slapping sound she moaned. Then her legs collapsed on the bed.
Irene's eyes were still closed, and she seemed to be having a lot of trouble catching her breath. She reached down and stroked that rubber tool with her hand once, a move which I don't think sjie even realized she made, then her whole body suddenly relaxed as she realized it was over, for the time being at least.
For long minutes we both just lay there, completely drained by our experience. Eventually, it seemed like hours later, I managed to regain enough strength to get up and go over to the dresser, to take off the dildo and get the money for Irene's fee. I hoped that I wouldn't have to give it to her, though.
After that beautiful piece of ass it wasn't easy for me to get my mind working on how I was going to recruit Irene, both into the club and as a housekeeper for the club. I knew that this was the right time, the time when she would be in the most receptive mood for my proposition, but I just couldn't seem to find the words.
Finally, and not at all in the manner I had planned, I got the whole thing out, and, as Bill had predicted, she agreed right away. Then, much to my surprise, she took the offensive. After what I had given her I had expected that it would be at least a couple of hours before she was ready for more sex. I was wrong. Irene never needed that much time. She wanted more, and she wanted it right then.
She had sort of a strange smile on her face as she got up off the bed, wincing for a second when her legs came together, and walked across the room to the dresser where I had put the dildo. Without saying a thing to me about it she picked it up, put it in place, and readjusted the straps to fit her more slender body.
She gave me a look that spoke volumes, and a little thrill of apprehension ran through my body as I realized that she intended to use that tool on me. It had been a long time since anyone had stuck a cock that size into me, and I wasn't sure that I was ready for it.
Irene made up my mind for me. She came quickly back across the room, and with a hard shove on my tits pushed me back onto the bed. She fell on top of me, that rubber cock almost digging a hole in my stomach, and her lips mashing against mine, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth. Her hands roamed over my body, first at my breasts, kneading them and pinching and pulling at the nipples, then between my legs, fingers twisting at my clit, then plunging deep into my cunt.
She was good. She must have understood that the only way she could get me to respond to a woman's touch was to be strong, demanding, almost sadistic in her approach to my body. Nothing else would work, but this attack was turning me on like nothing had in a long time.
Her lips ground against mine, her teeth biting at my tongue as I slid it into her mouth, then at my lower hp, hard enough for me to taste the salty, hot wetness of blood. My blood. Her left hand was almost beating at my tit, and she had three stiffened fingers jammed into my cunt, pushing and pulling and prodding with demanding-desire.
Her lips left mine and began to travel down my body, biting as they went. Not gentle love nips, but cannibalistic bites, leaving red tooth marks in the flesh of my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. She stopped there for a minute, to suck a hard nipple deep into her mouth, chewing on it, filling my body with a pain-pleasure mixture that I cannot describe, but which brought me to a fever pitch of sexual excitement. Then her lips, and her teeth, were moving again, along the ridges of my rib cage, across my belly, and down through the mat of hair between my legs, pulling at it with her teeth, pulling many of the hairs out by the roots.
Her lips kissed at the lips of my cunt, her tongue lapping back and forth at it; then her teeth were biting, nibbling, chewing at them, bringing forth a gush of wetness that told her, better than any words I could have used, just how ready I was for that big rubber cock strapped around her middle. She didn't stop there, though. Her lips and teeth moved oh, down under me, and as she spread the cheeks of my ass with her hands her tongue touched the entrance to my rectum, touched it with a loving kiss, nothing like the biting and chewing she had given the rest of my body during her downward passage.
Using her saliva as a lubricant, she pressed her tongue against my anus, wiggling it around, stiffening it, until it slid through and into my ass. Then, just as if she was sucking a cock, she began to put a strong suction on my asshole, a suction so strong that, as it combined with the rising tide of passion that was flooding through my body, I felt as though she was going to turn me inside out, pulling my entire body down and out through my asshole.
Even with my hips raised as much as possible, it was impossible for her to get her face tight against my ass, keeping her from getting her tongue all the way inside of me. I could feel the saliva dropping and running along the crack of my ass as she fought to get it deeper and deeper. Then she gave up, for the moment at least, and pulled away to let me roll over onto my stomach, a move I knew I had to make without her having to say a word about it.
Once I was on my belly, with my legs spread wide and a pillow under my stomach to raise me up off the bed a little, Irene got her face right back down against my ass, and this time her tongue slid in deep, as deep as it would go, and she began to tickle the walls of my rectum with it, flicking the tip of it around to touch first one side, then the other. One finger slid into my cunt, pressing against the back wall, squeezing the rectal tube tight around her tongue, and I thought for a moment I was going to come right then, it felt so beautiful.
Irene knew that I was ready, and I could sense from her frantic movements and rapid breathing that she was close to an orgasm too. She drew away from me, sliding her tongue out of my ass. My face was buried in a pillow, so I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt it as she changed position on the bed. Then there was the wonderful feeling of the dildo pressed against the flesh of my ass, searching for my anus.
She was guiding it with her hands, and it went straight to its target. Again, she wasn't gentle in her actions. Once the head of the dildo was against my anus she gave it a shove, a lunge with the entire weight of her body behind it, and it drove through, driving deep into my ass with one swift plunge.
The pain of the big rubber cock tearing through my unrelaxed anus was almost more than I could bear, but it was so wonderful that my body lifted off the bed in reflex, helping her get it into me all the way. It seemed to be filling me, jamming every inch of my body, the head of it reaching all the way up into my stomach, and without her even having to pump I began to have an orgasm, a tearing climactic release that had me jumping up and down on the bed in complete ecstasy, like some sort of acrobat or tumbler.
Just when I thought it was over she began to pump in and out of me, and in seconds I was having another orgasm, then another. I just couldn't seem to stop coming, not that I wanted to. Then she began to press that button, and the whole world seemed to fly apart in flaming fragments, like something out of a science fiction movie.
That orgasm tore through me, filling me with a combination of hot and cold that was fantastic, and all the while this was going on I could hear the little screams, the grunts and moans, that were escaping from Irene's lips in perfect time with her pumping finger on the button. She was getting hers, just as I was getting mine.
Our desire, and Irene's endurance, seemed to know no bounds that night. Over and over again we fucked each other, me shoving the dildo into her eager ass, her cramming it into mine, until dawn was breaking and both of us were too tired to do any more.
I had started off the evening wondering what the hell we were considering a whore for as a club member. And I ended the evening with a fantastic lover-and a friend. Such a friend, in fact, that despite the fact that she became my number one lover, I helped her connect with Steve, the man who turned out to be her husband not so long after she met him.
STEVE
I may be good old Steve now, the middleclass example of everything good, with the one hidden vice (the Backside Swingers Club), but it wasn't always that way. Indeed it wasn't. Before learning about the club, before meeting Irene, I was one of those dirty, nasty people they make movies about-a biker.
Riding a bike, a motorcycle, can really be a gas, especially on what they call a chopper. The complete freedom and sense of power that a chopper rider feels every time he kicks his machine to life is like nothing else in the world. Of course, there are several other side benefits to riding that make it even more enjoyable.
Like the undisguised envy that every young guy who sees you feels, the fear that most older people evidence when you're around, and, best of all, the way the sight and sound of that big bike, and the to hell with it attitude that the chopper rider automatically develops, turn chicks on.
And not just young chicks, either. Women in their forties as well as teeny-boppers, housewives and hippie chicks. They seem to be fascinated by guys who ride choppers, and when you get them on the bike with you they seem to blend with that six-hundred pounds of steel and with whatever nature hung between your legs, and ninety-nine times out of a hundred you'll end up in bed with any chick you manage to get on the back of your bike, half the time with her raping you before you have a chance to try any advances of your own. That's just the way bikes seem to affect most chicks.
That's how I got into the Backside Swingers Club, through one of those chicks who just had to have a ride on the back of my bike. I went out just to do a little cruising, not going anywhere in particular, just heading out to get some fresh air in my armpits.
After riding aimlessly for an hour or so I pointed the bike toward the park, where a couple of local rock bands were giving a free concert. When I got there I chained the bike to a light pole, then tried to walk over to where the concert was going on, but the crowd was so damn thick that I couldn't get closer than a hundred feet from the music.
After pushing and shoving for a while, I decided to give up and head back for the bike. Besides not being able to hear the music over the sound of the screaming teeny-boppers, I get awfully nervous when my bike's out of sight. Chains have been cut, and three husky guys can throw even a Harley in the back of a pickup in seconds, and be gone before anyone realizes what's going on.
When I got back to the parking lot I climbed on the bike, leaving it down on the side stand, put my feet up on the bars, and leaned back against the sissy bar, completely relaxed. With two fingers I worked a cigarette out of the pocket of my cut offs, lit it, then looked around the area to see what might be shakin' in the parking lot, a place where I had found some good happenings with the chicks before. They knew that this was where we parked our bikes, and if they wanted a ride, this was the place to be when we got ready to.
There were quite a few kids just sitting and standing around the lot, long-haired guys and surfer-looking chicks, all with long blond hair and great big eyes, just the kind of dolls that turn me on.
At least, that's the way they all looked to me when I scanned the area. There must have been some chicks there with short hair, brown hair, or small eyes, but I didn't see any of them. Selective mental elimination? I don't know.
Then I did spot a couple of different ones, spotted them because they were standing there staring at me, looking both me and the bike over quite frankly, which fit, since they were both considerably older than most of the chicks you see at the park.
"Man," the redhead said, "you sure have an out-of-sight bike. What kind is it?"
"The only kind, mama," I answered. "A seventy-four."
"Oh, wow! A Harley. That's the same kind Peter Fonda rode in Easy Rider, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Her eyes seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and for some reason it looked as though she couldn't stand still. Ants in her pants?
"Did you build it yourself?" she asked. I nodded my answer, playing a tough and cool role like something out of a third-rate biker movie.
"Will you take me for a ride? Please?" I almost had to laugh at the pleading tone in her voice. Now I have to laugh at the way she was . setting me up as a potential recruit for the Backside Swingers Club.
"What about your girlfriend?" I asked, nodding toward the slightly older, stockier girl, who had moved off a few feet and was looking at my front end, the front end on the bike, that is. My front end was still hidden in my pants.
"She can have her ride second, after we get back." She had obviously misunderstood my question, figuring that if I took her for a ride, I'd follow up by taking her girlfriend for a ride when we got back. Only I hadn't figured on coming back from our ride real soon. I had a short stop planned, at my apartment. She was looking good, and the longer I looked at her, the hornier I got for that lush-looking body.
I had been through a pretty heavy night of fucking the night before, though, and I figured I could hold out for a while before I became a screaming sex maniac, so I decided to go along with her suggestion.
I unchained the bike, fired it up with two kicks, put the passenger pegs down, and she climbed on, getting her leg bruised against the sissy bar before she managed to swing it across the fender, then burning her leg slightly on the hot exhaust pipes running up the right side of the bike.
I took off easy, wanting to see how she was going to react when I leaned the bike over in a turn before I really turned it on. Some chicks panic when they feel the bike leaning towards the pavement and try to lean the other way, and that's a good way to get yourself smeared all over the pavement. I've seen a couple of guys, friends of mine, that they had to pick up with a blotter because the chick blew it and he lost the bike in a hot turn. Because of that, I like to take it easy until I find out if the chick knows anything about riding on the back of a bike.
Most of the ones you meet up in the park don't know anything about riding, but this one stayed right behind me, keeping the sissy bar right in the center of her back, leaning back away from me instead of hanging onto my waist the way most inexperienced chicks do. So I really took her for a ride, scraping the pegs in the comers and pulling the front wheel a couple of feet off the ground on acceleration.
I guess she really dug it, because when we got back, about fifteen minutes later, she did a good job of swabbing out first the inside of my ear with her tongue before getting off the bike, then the inside of my mouth after she got off.
Wondering if maybe I could score with both chicks, I repeated the whole thing with her girlfriend, who didn't seem to be as relaxed on the back of the bike, but still didn't do anything stupid. Again I headed back to the parking lot after about fifteen minutes, and the first chick was sitting right there waiting for us.
"Hey, man," she yelled, in language that sounded too phony, coming from her, "that was really groovy. I really dug it." She was all smiles and shivers. "Are you hungry?" she asked. .
"Huh? Oh, yeah. A little bit." It had been a long time since breakfast, and I had been thinking of stopping for a hamburger on the way home.
"Some friends of ours have a place not far from here," she said, "and if you want to run up there, I'll fix us all something. Cora can drive the car, and you can take me up on the bike. Okay?"
"Sure. Why not?" Maybe I'd get some action out of this chick, and maybe not, but even if I didn't, at least I'd get a free feed.
I fired the bike up again and Irene, that was the redhead's name, climbed back on, pointing to where a beat-up Volkswagen was pulling out of the lot with the other chick, Cora, at the wheel. Over the sound of the engine, Irene yelled at me to follow the VW. I did, but it wasn't easy. Either that was the world's slowest VW, or Cora was a super cautious driver. For the roughly three miles from the park to the pad they had told me about, I never got out of second gear, and at that I almost ran over the VW a couple of times.
Cora parked the car in the driveway and went on into the house while I chained the bike up on the lawn, where I would be able to see it from one of the windows; then Irene and I followed.
We went through the front door, and right away I got a funny feeling, like someone was behind me, but before I had a chance to turn around and check out the feeling, a pair of arms went around my waist, one hand rubbing at my crotch. I twisted around to look behind me, and it was Cora, bare-ass naked! I turned back to Irene, and saw that she was taking off her clothes, too. What a grabber this was turning out to be!
Whatever it was they were planning, I certainly wasn't about to fight it, so I co-operated by starting to take off my clothes, too. Irene was down to bare skin, showing off a beautiful, total, tan before I even had my shirt off, and she and Cora decided to help me, pulling buttons loose, opening my belt buckle, and unbuttoning my Levi's,, the last being accompanied by assorted rubs against the bulge that had grown in the front of my shorts.
Irene took me by one hand, Cora by the other, and they led me through a big living room that must have had ten couches in it, along a hallway, and into a bedroom. Nobody had said a word since we had come into the house, and, to be honest, there wasn't much that needed to be said. They were saying it all with their hands and bodies.
They led me over to a king-size bed, and being as co-operative as possible. I climbed into the middle of it and lay down on my back. The girls got in on opposite sides and Irene just sat there while Cora gave me a long, deep, tongue-searching kiss. When we finally broke for badly needed air, Cora sat up straight and it was Irene's turn to swap a little spit with me.
When we finally broke for air again, I decided it was time for me to take a little action of my own, so I reached up with one hand and began to caress one of Irene's tits, tweaking the nipple with my fingers, then began to rub my other hand gently back and forth on Cora's thigh, all the while getting completely cross-eyed trying to look at both of them at once.
When I touched her tit, Irene arched her back, almost like a cat being petted, and I expected her to start purring at any minute. She didn't, though. Instead she looked down at me, gave me a big smile, then lifted her leg up and over me, straddling my chest with her wet cunt only inches from my eyes. The invitation was entirely too much to resist, so I bent my head forward and kissed those juicy lips, sliding my tongue in just a little ways, curving the tip of it for a minute to feel around, then sliding it out again slowly. As I did this I felt Cora shifting her position on the bed, pulling my hand away from her thigh and the furry damp patch I was just beginning to explore with my fingers. Then her lips, hot and cold at the same time, were wrapped around the head of my cock.
Spreading her cunt lips wide with my fingers, I searched deeper and deeper into Irene's cunt with my tongue, while Cora stroked away on my cock with her mouth and tongue, really getting me hot.
My tongue action was really getting to Irene, and after a few minutes of my tongue probing, she grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face up tight into her crotch, and I shot my tongue into her as deep as it would go, wiggling it around inside of her before pulling it out, then shooting it in again.
Cora stopped her mouth action on my cock and I felt the bed move again as she shifted around on it. I felt the soft scratchiness of hair rubbing against the head of my cock, then the hot wetness of the tightest cunt I had ever felt as she lowered herself over my cock, sliding it in straight and smooth. I couldn't believe that any cunt, even that of a virgin, could be that tight, and for a second I wished that Irene's cunt wasn't pressed against my face so that I could see that tight little hole Cora had wrapped around my cock.
Cora began to pump up and down, bouncing away, hard and fast, her hands squeezing the flesh at my waist, nails biting at the skin, and as the passion built up inside of me, I shot my tongue faster and faster in and out of Irene's cunt, until, with accidental but perfect timing, we all came at the same time, Irene's love juice flooding into my waiting mouth, Cora corning down so hard with that tight cunt around my cock that I knew I'd have bruises the next day, and my cock exploding in a white blaze that seemed as though it would never stop.
When we finally stopped vibrating around on the bed, Irene moved her body off mine, taking that sweet-tasting cunt from my lips, and I saw why Cora's cunt had felt so tight. It wasn't her cunt that my cock had been buried in. It was her ass! What a trip!
We lay there and rested for a while after all that good coming, with Irene licking the salty sweat off my chest and Cora using her talented tongue to clean off my cock and balls; then, when we had all caught our breaths, the girls switched positions and we went through the whole thing again, with Cora's pink-lipped cunt pressed against my face and Irene's hot little asshole wrapped tight around my cock.
Later they found even more variations and different positions, just to keep things from getting boring, but with each variation, with every different position, the end result was my cock getting buried in an asshole, and during the course of the evening, I discovered that there wasn't a cunt in the world that could do the job of a good, hot ass.
By the time they led me out into the living room, it was completely dark outside, and I saw that there were several couples sitting around on the many couches I had noticed when we came in. I figured that we must have spent at least five hours in that bed, never stopping for more than ten minutes at a time. They had given me a ride that was as good as the ride I had given them on my bike, and when they told me that the house was really a club, an asshole club, I knew where I was going to do my riding from then on.
When Cora, who had quickly become a very close friend after my initiation, and I had left to go up to the park that day, we had discussed the possibility of checking out a biker for membership in the club, just to add a little spice to the membership, but we hadn't made any concrete plans. Just if someone presented themselves who looked interesting, we might make a try for him. More than anything else, we just wanted to spend some time together, and going up to the park to listen to the free concert seemed like a good way to spend the day.
There were a lot of guys there, most longhairs, and a couple of months before, when I was still a working girl, I wouldn't even have given them a second look. They couldn't have afforded a minute of my time, much less the two hour minimum. All of them looked a bit too young, a bit too callow, for us to bother with, though, a bunch of kids, not worth spending any time even talking to, much less going to bed with. I mean, what can a kid only eighteen years old know about sex and balling? All they know is straight sex, with the guy on top, with maybe a little pussy-eating and cocksucking on the side if they're feeling really daring and adult. Their idea of really big kicks is to smoke up a little grass and get stoned before balling.
Don't get me wrong. As far as I'm concerned, the bit with the grass is a really groovy trip, but when you do get stoned, taking the chance of getting busted and all that, it seems like you should take advantage of your body's reaction to the grass and do something extra special, something like a little anal action, which is about as special as fucking can get without getting downright perverted.
We were just getting ready to leave the park in sheer boredom when I saw this heavy-looking guy, Steve, sitting on his motorcycle in the parking lot, just digging the action around him, looking like he was plain bored out of his mind, but couldn't get up enough energy to go anywhere else. He was a pretty groovy looking guy, about six feet, blue eyes and long blond hair, and at least a couple of years older than most of the other guys there in the park. Not much more than five years younger than Cora and I. His bike was out of sight, too, and that's what first attracted me to him.
I had done a little riding on bikes before, mostly on Hondas and Yamahas and things like that, and I knew that riding a bike can be a gas, especially on a warm, sunny day like this one. If those little, toy bikes could be that much fun, I figured, something like that big chopper Steve was sitting on would have to be a totally out of sight gas, and I just had to get a ride on it.
Cora saw that I was digging strongly on someone, and she checked him out too, giving out a little whistle when she spotted him. Cora may dig other chicks, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get turned on by a good-looking hunk of man.
I guess I must have been staring pretty hard at him, because the next time he looked our way, he gave us a great big smile that had invitation written all over it. That was all either of us needed in the way of encouragement. He looked like someone I wanted to know better, and there was no better way to get to know him than just walking over and starting up a conversation. So that's what I did, little knowing that one "day that conversation would lead to more than just a new member in the Backside Swingers. One day it would lead to me getting married!
We strolled over to where he had his bike parked, and came on with the sweet hippie chick bit, figuring that if he had come to the park looking for a chick to take home and ball, that was the kind he would be looking for. So that was the kind I was going to be. I wanted a ride on that bike, and one way or the other, I was going to get it. I still wasn't thinking of him as a recruit for the club. All I was thinking about was talking him into taking me for a ride on that beautiful bike of his. A long ride.
It really didn't take much to convince him. I saw him flush a little when I deliberately misunderstood his question about Cora, making like I thought he wanted to take her for a ride, too, so right away I knew that he had mentally been making plans about taking a ride on me after he had given me a ride on his bike. Normally that would have been fine with me, but because of the club, I was really hung up on the anal bit, and that was all I wanted or needed right then. So, all I wanted out of Steve right at that moment was a ride on his bike. Later I could think about other things I might want from him.
He got the bike running with just a couple of kicks, and I've got to admit that it scared me just a little. After all, it was a lot bigger, and a hell of a lot louder, than any of those little bikes I had ridden on before, and he wasn't exactly a clean-cut business executive trying to impress his favorite call girl. Steve was a biker, looking for someone to take somewhere and fuck, and neither of us had any questions about his motives or how much of a man he was.
Once he got the bike running and ready to go, he signaled me with a nod of his head to get on, so I swung my leg across the back fender-or at least I tried to swing my leg across. Steve's Harley, like most other choppers, had a sissy bar at the back of the seat, sort of a back rest for the passenger, and I hit my leg on it pretty hard when I tried to swing across the fender. It hurt like hell, but I wanted the ride in the worst way, so I didn't let him see how much it had hurt me. I finally got my leg across somehow, and then I made mistake number two, and that one really hurt.
The twin exhaust pipes swept up the right side of the bike, just at the right height for me to get a nasty burn on the inside of my calf when I pressed against it, looking for the foot peg. It hurt even worse than the bruise I had gotten from the sissy bar, but I was bound and determined that Steve was going to take me for a ride, so I just blinked away the tears that were forming in my eyes, found the foot peg at last, and settled down on the thin, hard seat.
I thought about the other girls I had seen riding on the back of choppers and I tried to match their position by leaning back against the sissy bar, my hands in my lap, only my knees and part of the inside of my thighs touching Steve's waist. My riding position must have been correct, because Steve didn't say anything. He just smiled back over his shoulder at me, then took off out of the parking lot.
I was sort of disappointed as Steve pulled the bike out of the parking lot and onto the road. I had expected his bike to be really fast, but he pulled it out even slower than the Hondas and Yamahas I had ridden on before. It wasn't until several minutes later, after we had gone through some curves, that I realized he was deliberately taking it easy at first, waiting to make sure that I wouldn't panic when he turned it on.
Steve took me for a ride that I won't forget for a long, long time. He made that bike of his do things that I didn't even think it was possible for a bike to do, and I never would have believed that a motorcycle could go as fast as we went on that ride. There was one time, when we were leaning over into a turn at what must have been at least eighty miles an hour, when the ground looked like it was only inches away from my shoulder. That scared me for a minute, and I had to fight back the impulse to grab him around the waist. Then, when he came out of the turn and straightened the bike up, he really turned the throttle on, and I know that we got well up over a hundred miles an hour before he had to ease off for the next turn. After that, nothing scared me.
The ride was sending strange feelings and sensations all through my body, hot flashes that at first I couldn't understand at all. Then, all of a sudden, I understood those strange feelings completely. I had an orgasm right there on the bike, roaring down a park road at something over seventy miles an hour.
I couldn't believe it! I couldn't believe that a motorcycle could be such a turn-on that it could make me come without having a man touch me at all. It was sure happening, though, whether I believed it or not, and it was an out of sight sensation that I wanted more and more of.
When we pulled back into the parking lot, much too soon, my cunt was throbbing where it had rubbed against the seat, and I regretted having set it up so Steve would have to take Cora for a ride. The only person I wanted on the back of that motorcycle right then was me. At that time I was ready and willing to go home with him for some strong fucking, even in the cunt. I needed it, I needed it bad, and I needed it right then, right there, in plain sight of everyone in the park if necessary.
Steve had promised Cora a ride, though, so he had to go through with it, and I knew it would do me no good to try to talk either of them out of it. Before I got off the bike, though, I did my best to let him know just how I felt. I leaned forward and ran my tongue as deeply as I could into his ear, at the same time blowing into it gently, and I felt his muscles tighten up where I was holding him around the waist.
I was tempted to reach down and give his cock a little rub before getting off the bike, but there were a lot of people watching, and I was afraid I might have another orgasm right there in the parking lot. And, besides, I didn't want to scare him off by coming on too strong. I wanted to make sure he came back to find out just what I had to offer him. So I just slipped off the bike, stopping briefly to kiss him on the lips, sending my tongue deep into his mouth, and when he started to respond, I broke the kiss and stepped back away from the bike, giving Cora her turn.
It seemed like he and Cora were gone for hours. Actually, I guess it was only ten minutes or so, about the same amount of time that he and I had been gone on our ride, but, at the time, it seemed like they were gone forever, and I was just about to blow my top and break down crying when I heard the sound of his engine coming up the road, and then saw that beautiful bike turning into the parking lot.
,It was while they were gone on their ride that I got the idea of trying to recruit him into the Backside Swingers Club, if he was willing. And I thought he might be. After all, bikers are a pretty wild bunch, or so I had heard, and I doubted if he would have any scruples against a little ass fucking.
I had been thinking, ever since I got off the bike, about taking him somewhere and giving him the fucking of his life. It was because there was nowhere I could take him, other than his place, of which I was a little afraid at the time, knowing what kind of reputation bikers have, that I decided on trying to get Steve into the club. The house wasn't very far from the park, and guests were always welcome, at least once. And if they co-operated with our rules and customs, they were welcome as often as a member wanted to bring them.
There were always plenty of bedrooms free in the afternoon, and, if things went the way I was hoping they would, we could spend the rest of the day, and maybe even some of the night, in one of those bedrooms. I was sure that Cora would be all for it. Now all I had to do was convince Steve, and I didn't really think that it would be much of a problem getting him over there, since he already knew that there was action ahead. My kiss had told him that.
When they finally got back from their ride, I played it sort of slow and cautious, asking him if he wanted to come over to some friend's house for something to eat. I think he might have gotten the idea that what I intended for him to eat was my wet and willing cunt, because he seemed to be all for it, agreeing as soon as I asked. Then again, maybe he was just hungry. Whichever it was, he had agreed to come over to the house, and I knew that once we had him there, we could get him into bed without any trouble.
Anyway, before we left the park I managed to get Cora alone for a couple of minutes for a briefing on what I intended. I told her to take it easy and slow on the way over to the house, something that would be pretty hard for her to do, since she normally drives a car like there are no speed limits, or like they don't apply to her.
I wanted Steve to have plenty of time to think about fucking me and get good and horny before we got to the . house. Then, maybe, by the time we arrived there, he'd be ready to get it on right away, saving a lot of time and explanations about what kind of house it was we had taken him to, explanations that I didn't want to make until after we had had an evening of fucking, most of it in the ass.
The way it turned out, it didn't really matter, I guess, whether he had been thinking about fucking me on the long, slow ride over to the house or not. Cora decided to take things into her own hands, literally. And, luckily, she didn't scare Steve away. If she had, I think I might have killed her right then and there, or at least messed her up pretty bad. It did work, though, so I guess what I would, or wouldn't have done, isn't really very important. What was important was that her plan worked.
Steve did a careful job of locking his chain around the bike after he got it up onto the lawn, parked in a place where he would be able to see it by looking out one of the front windows of the house. He seemed to have almost a phobia about someone stealing his bike. I sincerely hoped that nobody would try it, because I didn't intend to leave Steve any time to be looking out windows. If I had my way, he was going to be very busy fucking away at my ass for quite a while, much too busy fucking to worry about whether his bike was safe or not. And I make a practice of getting my way, especially where sex is concerned.
I stayed out there with Steve on the front lawn while he got the bike locked up to his satisfaction, then led him up the walkway and through the front door, which Cora had left open when she went in. I saw right away that we had hit it lucky, at least for my purposes. The house was completely deserted, an unusual circumstance, but one I gave thanks for.
I was trying to figure out just how to get things started with Steve, when I heard a soft sound behind me that just didn't fit. It was sort of a gasp of surprise, and for a second I was afraid that maybe the vice squad was Waiting for us. That would have been a real bummer, even though I don't think that there was anything illegal about what we were doing. Because of my former profession, though, surprises always seemed to bring forth thoughts of the vice squad, so that was my natural reaction.
I spun around to see what was going on, and there was Cora, with all her clothes off already, holding onto Steve from behind, both hands giving his crotch a good rubbing down through his Levi's. I could tell from the sudden large bulge that had grown in the front of his pants that her massage was doing its job, so, taking Cora's lead, I stripped off my own clothes as quickly as possible.
It didn't take me very long to get them all off, since I wasn't wearing very much, either on top or underneath. Steve was still fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, with Cora's hands getting in the way every so often as she tried to help him and continue playing with his crotch at the same time, confusing both of them no end.
I stepped forward and began opening the buttons on Steve's shirt, while Cora tried to work from behind on his belt buckle and top pants button. It took us a little longer to get him naked than it should have, since Cora couldn't seem to keep her hands away from the bulge of his cock, and I had to give it a little rub every now and then, too.
When we finally got all of Steve's clothes off him, after having a hell of a fight getting his boots off, Cora took one hand and I took the other and we led him through the living room and back into the first bedroom. We left our clothes just lying there on the floor in the entranceway. It wasn't that we were being messy, or that we were in too much of a hurry to get Steve into bed to put our clothes away a bit more neatly. It was that the clothes piled there like that would be a warning to anyone coming in that we had a new prospect in one of the bedrooms, so be cool about busting in to get a piece of the action.
Steve didn't ask us a single question; he just walked right into the bedroom and spread his beautiful naked body out on the bed, waiting for us to continue taking the lead, as we had ever since arriving at the house. He waited for us to show him just what we wanted, as if he didn't already know-or at least think he knew. But we had a surprise for him.
Cora sat down on one side of the bed, and I sat down on the other side. And, since Cora had started things out as soon as we had come in the door, short-cutting my original, planned, slow approach to getting Steve into our bed, I let her take the lead again, just to see how she was going to go about getting Steve's cock up her ass.
I just sat back and watched as she slowly bent over and gave Steve a deep, hard kiss that seemed to go on for at least ten minutes. By the time they finally broke the kiss, I was fidgeting around on the bed, altogether too nervous and sexually excited to just sit still and watch the two of them going at it.
I was having one hell of a time trying to keep my fingers out of my cunt. If I couldn't do anything else while they were locked together in that kiss, the least my body seemed to feel I should be doing was a little masturbating. That's what my body was" saying, anyway. My mind was saying something entirely different, though. My mind was saying that I should wait and save it all for Steve and his cock.
My mind finally won out, and later I was glad that it did. I needed every bit of strength and endurance I could muster just to keep up with him once he got going, and if I had wasted any of my body's-reserves masturbating, it would have made what came later less, which would have been a real shame, and one that I think I would have regretted for a long time.
So when Cora and Steve finally broke for air, I figured that, at long last, it was my turn to get a little of the action, so I gently pushed Cora out of the way and bent my neck, bringing my face down to Steve's. His lips met mine, and it was like there was a spark of static electricity jumping between his lips and mine. Maybe I was just imagining things because I was super hot and horny, but it was like I hadn't been kissed for years, and was trying to make up for ah that lost time with just one kiss.
Both of us had our mouths wide open when they met, and right away his tongue was deep inside my mouth, playing with my tongue, my gums, my teeth, the inside of my lips. When he paused for a split second, I shot my hungry tongue around his and deep into his mouth, repeating his actions, at the same time beginning to breathe very gently in and out through .my mouth', transferring all the sex-heated air in my lungs to his lungs, then back into mine again as I inhaled, sucking it out of him.
My head began to swim and my vision was blurring, either from the kiss or from the carbon dioxide building up in my system, and finally I just had to "pull my lips away from his, even though my emotions were demanding that I continue the kiss for at least the next couple of hours.
Steve had a great big smile on his face when I sat up on the bed again, and I could see that he was simply waiting impatiently to see just what was going to happen to him next, and that he was slowly going nuts from trying to watch both Cora and me at the same time, trying to see who was going to do what to him first, and how it was going to be done.
Now that I have gotten to know Steve a lot better, from being married to him for several years, I realize that he's basically a very active person, so, now that I think back about what happened that afternoon, I'm surprised that he managed to just lie there on the bed for as long as he did, letting us take the lead in everything, not lifting a hand to hurry things along or show us what it was he wanted us to do for him. It really must have taken some will power on his part, and I'm glad he had it, because, that afternoon, I sure didn't have any.
Finally I guess he just couldn't stand it any more, couldn't take just lying there doing nothing, and he reached over and began to slowly rub his hand up and down Cora's thigh, at the same time reaching up with his other hand to gently caress one of my breasts, his head moving back and forth as he looked first at Cora, then at me, waiting for one of us to make the next move in our little game.
Steve's fingers began a gentle, yet pretty hard squeezing at my nipple, and it got even hotter and harder than it already was in just seconds. A warm flush started to spread through my body, adding to and combining with the heat that I had already stored up, and, giving him a smile that was full of the promise of things to come, I moved over on the bed, lifting one leg to pass it over his chest, putting my now sopping wet cunt right in front of his smiling face, just to see what he would do with it; as if I didn't know just what his answer to my invitation would be, and as if I wasn't waiting impatiently for it.
I wrapped my hands around the back of his head, my fingers entwining in his long hair. But before I had a chance to finish my move, pulling his head forward into my waiting pussy, he lifted it of his own accord and kissed me right on my throbbing clitoris, then slid his tongue between the lips of my cunt, just far enough to tease me with it. He sort of wiggled the tip of it around just inside my cunt lips, tickling me with it, then slid it out again, leaving me up on a peak, and feeling that someone was going to have to do something about it, and pretty quickly.
I felt the bed shifting, and I looked over my shoulder to see Cora straddling Steve's legs, her mouth busy on his cock, lips wrapped tightly around his swollen shaft halfway down its length. That seemed to be just the sort of action he had been waiting for, because as soon as she started her busy mouth action on his cock, he used his fingers to spread the lips of my cunt wide open, and again Steve slid that tender, loving tongue deep into me.
This time there was none of that funny business about just putting it in a fraction of an inch and teasing me with it; Steve slid his tongue in all the way. Then he began again that curved tip bit, tickling the inside of my pussy with his tongue, at the same time sucking on it with his mouth, drawing my juice out so he could drink it. I could feel the bed bouncing around as Cora put everything she had into her blow job, and Steve's tongue was matching her bouncing with his thrusts in and out of my cunt. Then the motion stopped, and I knew what Cora was getting ready to do to Steve's co-operating body. , I grabbed Steve's head, hard, pulling it tight between my legs, tight against my crotch, partially to keep him from seeing what Cora was about to do, and partially to get even more of his tongue inside of me.
Then the bed started moving again, and I knew, without bothering to look back over my shoulder at her, that Cora had her anus wrapped around Steve's cock. The way he was moaning and groaning into my cunt told me that something special was happening to his cock, and since I happened to know that Cora has a very loose cunt, something I had found out one night when I had put that dildo of hers into the wrong hole in the dark of our bedroom, it wasn't hard to figure out that it had to be that wonderfully tight asshole of hers that Steve was busy fucking. Her cunt certainly couldn't have turned him on that much.
Steve's a good lover, an excellent lover, and even with what Cora was doing to his cock, he never missed a lick on my cunt. His chest was heaving up and down under me, his hot breath was shooting into my cunt along with his tongue, and it didn't take much mental activity on my part to figure out that he was pretty close to getting his rocks off. As close, in fact, as I was. I knew that neither of us was going to have to wait much longer, and figured that Cora would probably be right there with us when the time came.
Then, by one of those rare, lucky, freaky accidents which sometimes happen, we all three came at the same time, with Steve's hips driving upwards as he tried to get his cock all the way into Cora's ass, Cora slamming down on the bed, hard onto Steve's thrusting cock, and me cramming my shaking pussy forward and pulling back on Steve's head at the same time to get his loving tongue as deep inside my straining cunt as it would go, to drain the last possible drop of sexual feeling out of that flashing orgasm.
It had to be a fantastic orgasm for all of us, and especially for Steve, who, I found out later, had never fucked a woman in the ass before that afternoon. I knew we had gotten his ass-fucking cherry when I saw the expression on his face as I moved to one side so he could see the hole he had his still hard cock buried in. I only wish I had thought to bring a camera to record his expression for posterity. After all the shaking and moaning and groaning and pleading for more had stopped, both Cora and I rolled off Steve, one to each side of the bed, and we just lay there for several long minutes, fighting to catch our breath. It had been that good. I don't think any of us could have moved right then, even if the house had been on fire or the cops pounding on the front door. We were just too damn exhausted and out of air, all three of us, to do anything. Of course, we were all young, a lot younger than we are now, and we all snapped back out of that exhaustion pretty quickly, ready to try the whole thing again, and again, and again.
It was only a few short minutes before Cora got her strength back and began to lick Steve's cock and balls clean, and as I felt strength flowing back into my limbs, I followed her lead by using my tongue to lick up the salty sweat that had flowed into small pools on Steve's hairy chest and stomach. Then, once we had him cleaned up and he was beginning to breathe a little more regularly, almost normally, we started all over again, but this time with Cora sitting up on his chest, her cunt in his face, and me down with my mouth working on his cock, getting it ready for another session. The velvety head of Steve's big cock smelled and tasted all hot and musky and salty, and there were still little drops of milky come oozing out every so often, and I caught every last one of them with just the tip of my tongue, savoring their taste like a gourmet savoring the taste of a vintage wine.
For just a second, Steve's cock had started to shrink, to lose the erection he had held since coming in the door, but when I ran the tip of my tongue around the ruby-red ridge just behind the head, then gave it a quick, strong suck with my lips sealed tight around the shaft, it started getting hard again in a hurry. It wasn't anything I was going to get worried about. I knew that Steve had a lot more come still stored up inside of him, stored up waiting for me to coax it out of him. And I knew every trick in the book, and some that weren't in the book, for getting that come out of him and into me. Before that afternoon was over, I was going to use every one of those tricks on him, and, between Cora and me, we were even going to make up a few new ones. Before Steve left that house we would have a new member for the Backside Swingers Club, and I would have a lover to spend the rest of my life with. Who could ask for anything more out of a warm, summer afternoon?
