WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL! ADULTS ONLY!
PRO/AM SPORTS (in which Harry and Sandy Teague moved away from their home
town and discover many new facets to the other's nature and
personality)
by Ozman (c) 2001.
HARRY
We moved interstate to Sydney some two-and-a-half years ago, never at all
dreaming of the lifestyle changes we would incur within such a short period.
My wife and I didn't know anybody, except for a nerdy couple from my firm,
but then Sandy began playing touch football with her workmates in lunchtime
competition. This led us to joining a club which played in a somewhat more
serious Saturday competition and which ran an equally serious round of home
parties after the games. The other members were a lot of fun and we enjoyed
many great gatherings in their homes as well as more formal functions 'out'.
After ten months it was our turn to host a weekly party, which seemed to be
a great success, but Sandra avoided going to any more and tried to disuade
me from going too.
It took me another three months to get her to tell me of her problem; the
upshot being that she'd seen several couples engaged in sex about our house,
but only one with their own spouses. She'd also discovered more fornication
a couple of weeks earlier at Gerry and Pam's house and it was all too hard
for her somewhat conventional morals and mindset to come to terms with. I'd
noticed nothing untoward at any of the parties, which doesn't say a lot for
my powers of observation, but I wouldn't have been looking out for anything
like that in any case. I'll admit to having perved on some other wives and
partners, looking at new piercings and tattoos and nipples or pubes showing
through delicate fabrics, but I really never thought of the club as serious
swingers.
We'd spoken of swinging, as most couples do I suppose, but the end result
was that we wouldn't indulge as it wasn't something that Sandy could really
see herself getting involved in, so I'd just forgotten about it.
"Guess what?" Sandy asked me while we drove home from work one evening.
"Carol Rhodda's got her bellybutton pierced and a tattoo down on her pubes
and.............. she's got her inner vulva lips pierced up near her clitty,
you know, one of those dumbell thingys with the two balls joined by a shaft
between them. I saw her washing her pussy in the showers and they're very
visible."
Carol is in our football club and works in the same building as Sandy, is
around the same age, blonde, petite and small busted with hefty, but curvy
thighs from working out. She'd appeared confident and outgoing and Sandy's
revelation caused me an erection as Carol had been a previous focus for my
lusty fantasies.
As with my enquiries about her feelings on swinging, her thoughts on body
piercing and tattooing were quite similar as her mum had convinced her from
an early age that piercing was for dark people and tattoos were exclusively
the domain of prostitutes and rough males. However, something had occurred
to change her mind and during the following week I noticed that she'd had
both ears pierced with a stud and a ring as well as her pretty, deep navel
with a stud. She'd gone to the piercing studio with a number of her fellow
salary-slaves, a male and several women, all of whom had tattoos and some
piercing done previously and she self-consciously watched as the girls had
rings fitted through their inner labia while Joel had his knob pierced by a
dumbell-shaped, stainless ornament. It had aroused her more than she'd have
thought possible so her colleagues had no difficulty in getting her dress
off her, to bare her pristine navel, and get a stud through the upper rim.
Despite the momentary pain she was rather pleased with herself and had her
earlobes done too.
*
SANDY
I really have no idea why I went to Karl's studio with Joel, Camilla, Zoe
and others except, perhaps a morbid but unconscious desire to see people in
pain. It was certainly not out of interest on my own behalf because, much
as I love sex with Harry, I've never felt that ornamental body piercing or
illustration was really a valid adjunct to love making or even to physical
attraction for that matter. I'd avoided looking at the others' various body
decorations until then, but having seen all of Zoe's tatts, studs and rings
one day in the showers, felt disturbingly aroused. After having brushed off
Harry's suggestions on piercing I found I couldn't discuss it with him, but
when Camilla suggested that I come along with them to a tattoo and piercing
salon one afternoon, I accepted happily.
Both Cam and Zoe already had their nipples, ears and bellybuttons pierced,
but I could hardly believe my eyes when Camilla lay and spread her legs to
allow Karl access to her knickerless crotch where he adroitly stretched and
fixed a small gold ring through each frilly inner labia. She only winced at
the moment of penetration and, when he'd finished, Zoe happily jumped on to
the treatment table to expose her sparsely, black fringed cunt for a single
gold ring through both labia near their upper confluence.
Last was Joel who had a fully erect penis which Karl said was perfect for
the job and, taking a bright steel ball the size of a marble with a needle
sticking out of it, held his stiff cock firmly as he thrust the sharp shaft
horizontally through the other's engorged glans penis, below the urethra.
While Joel kept a stiff upper lip, very macho, a soft moan escaped his lips
momentarily at the pain he experienced before Karl somehow fixed a ball of
similar size to the other end of the steel shaft. It was called an ampalang,
I'm told, looking like a little silver dumbell designed for weightlifting
dicks.
I really don't know what it was; looking at Joel's big, dark, circumcised
penis or the obvious arousal the other females experienced as a consequence
of their piercing, but I was so horny and when Zoe and Cam undid my dress I
didn't resist strongly. With my frock off they got me up on the table and I
just nodded weakly when Karl asked if I was sure I wanted it, so he took a
pair of sort of tongs with circular tips which clamped on each side of the
upper edge of my navel, causing the flesh there to thin out like a drumskin.
After swabbing each side with alcohol he got a device like a syringe to pop
a thick trainer stud through the taut flesh, but I felt nothing much until
he unfastened the tong device when I winced at the pinching sensation while
feeling returned and he put a holding clip on the end inside my bellybutton.
When I viewed myself in the mirror I was pleased with the look and I still
felt extremely horny so then decided to get my earlobes done too, resolving
to get Harry to have at least one earlobe pierced and a tattoo on his bum.
I got up on the table in a sitting position as Karl, always tender as femme
gays are, carefully popped a traning stud and then pierced each lobe with a
big needle to take a sleeper ring to ensure they were congruent.
My need for sex was so intense that I glanced over at Joel, or rather at
his big, hard zoobrik from which he'd lifted the absorbent pad to check for
bleeding. I wished that he'd just got up and pulled off my panties before
shoving it deep into me for a jolly good rogering, but he was obviously not
in the 'mood' just then. Karl told him to be 'careful' during the following
four weeks as it'd be a bit tender, but Joel would know when it was time to
resume a normal sex life.
*
HARRY
"God! I was so horny that if Joel had wanted me I'd never've stopped him."
"I think he's probably hors de combat for a while now. He'll have a most
incredibly bruised and sore knob until the colour and swelling subside and
even then it will be extremely sensitive and tender."
"I wonder how it feels to have that thing inside when having it off," she
mused. "He's got a big dick for starters so I reckon it'll feel even bigger
now. His girlfriend wanted him to have it done, he said, because she's been
studying sexual ornamentation."
"Well seeing you pierced turns me on," I grinned as we kissed and slid to
the lounge-room carpet where I unfastened her dress and underthings.
"And you're next Mister," she chuckled huskily. "I want to see some tatts
and studs around your person soon."
"Where do you suggest? I'll have to wait until next vacation to have my
ears pierced because himself doesn't see them as a masculine decoration and
won't have them in the office. I could have a tatt if it's not too obvious,
the same for a piercing."
"Well, how about we get a matching pair of butterfly tatts on our bottoms,
below the bikini line. I saw a design today that'd be perfect on your neat
rear-end," she giggled and I gently kneaded her firm, rubbery tits that had
been bared with my removing her frock.
"Okay," I agreed, the picture of her comely, white buttocks with a tattoo
causing my semi-tumescent dick to rise fast to full erection as she watched
it. "When can we get in to do it?"
She stretched her naked body backward to take her phone from her handbag,
using her scarlet-nailed, little foot to stroke my hard cock, to punch in a
number from a card. Little was the adjective most people used when talking
about Sandy, because she was. Slender, except for a spectacular bosom and
flaring hips, petite and brunette; she was twenty-nine, but in the right
outfit could easily pass for fourteen or fifteen. We'd done that on several
occasions to embarrass restaurant and club management when she produced her
ID, getting free admission and free meals.
"Oh hi, Karl?" she gushed into the phone. "It's Sandra, Sandy. I was in
today, yes, that's me, bellybutton and ears, right. Well, you know that big
butterfly tattoo design I admired, yes, that one, my hubby and I would like
one each, yep, on the bottom. When.......next week? Nothing sooner.......oh
tonight?"
She looked at me and told me that the only options were that night or the
following week, but she couldn't wait until then. I'd been hoping for some
nooky that night, but agreed as she was so keen to go.
"Okay Karl," she told him. "Tonight, when? Ten? Right."
We had three hours and she took my cock into her lips, sucked and tongued
my sensitive, swollen knob while moving over me to present her bright pink
pussy to my mouth. I licked and sucked at her clitty, but wanted my tool in
her love-tunnel as a matter of urgency. The thought of seeing her tattooed
made me feel extremely horny and she understood my need and turned to kneel
astride my hips and lower her puffy, red cunt to engulf my vertical cock.
"How does it appear from down there?" she wanted to know as I watched her
pussy slowly stretching, then clinging as it slid easily up and down on my
fireman's pole.
I described it like a sports broadcaster, although she knew well from the
many times we'd done slow motion fucking with mirrors to watch ourselves in
detail.
"I just had a thought," she giggled, still screwing comfortably. "What's
the Army going to say about your tattoo? Are they allowed?"
"Yeah," I told her. "But I'll have to wait until the summer break for any
publicly obviously piercings. Don Innes, the captain, has holes in both his
lobes, although I've never noticed his ears at a football club do, you?"
She shook her head while continuing to shag me in a leisurely manner, not
speaking again until we'd finished, she lying full length on me undulating
her hips and feeling so much bigger than she really was. We often enjoyed a
bout of sex like that; quietly and tenderly and climaxing without any great
fuss or emotion, but lasting for ten or twenty minutes, even longer viewing
a porno movie.
We waited for some time as Karl finished with his earlier client and told
us that he'd miscalculated his available time and if we required a complete
tattoo that night, they'd have to be a bit smaller than previously agreed.
It was really a better deal for me as the tat Sandy wanted was absolutely
bloody huge; a whole buttock full. The suggested replacement was an almost
exact replica, but of less than one third the area and something which felt
more satisfactory to me.
"Yes," she agreed thoughtfully, to my great relief. "I think the smaller
one would be more suitable to my little bum."
It was three hours later, past midnight, when we eventually walked out of
there with tingling buttocks. It didn't hurt all that much and I'd become a
bit horny watching big Karl manipulating the soft white flesh of my wife's
bottom as he worked with the buzzing inker.
*
SANDY
On wednesday evenings Harry went to Army Reserves training and I'd often
have drinks and/or dinner out with some of the girls from work, usually Zoe
Camilla and Carol. Nearly a month after my piercings we four were sitting
sipping our ports after dinner at a French place in the business district.
"Want to see a movie?" Carol asked me.
"Yeah, why not?" I responded, in no hurry to return to my empty house.
"How about you two?" Carol enquired of our colleagues.
"Can't tonight," said Cam. "We've been invited out."
"Go on tell them," urged Zoe. "Joel wouldn't mind Carol coming too."
Cam hesitated. "Well," she smiled nervously, "it's Joel's coming out, so
to speak. We wanted to know how it felt to have a dick like that bonking us
and he offered to let us feel his up inside us."
"I'm sure he did," grinned Carol.
"No it wasn't like that," moaned Zoe. "It was us; we wanted it and talked
him into it. He didn't need irate male partners arriving on his doorstep to
avenge our honour, so we had to convince him it wasn't going to happen."
"Okay," Carol said thoughtfully. "Sounds all right so I'll come if Sandy
does. I can't leave her in the lurch now."
"You keen to go to Joel's?" I asked her.
"I am actually, but I made a date with you first."
"So go," I said. "The movie is no big deal to me."
"You come too, Sandy," said Camilla. "We've told him we'd bring you too.
We didn't expect Carol to be along tonight, that's all."
"You don't have to do anything you'd rather not. Just look, although the
look on your face at Karl's made it obvious that you'd be an enthusiastic
candidate for the pierced prick inside you, can't you feel it," laughed Zoe,
stretching her legs and pressing her crotch with both hands.
"Okay," I agreed, "but I'll just watch. There's a big difference between
thinking about and doing when it comes to adultery."
When we got to Joel's well appointed apartment, things didn't work out as
I'd foreseen. He had a friend who, he explained to us, also had his penis
pierced, but some time ago. Joel's dick was still a little tender so Vince
was there to demonstrate to the curious how a more vigourous fucking might
feel with the ampalang in place.
"How very Christian and charitable," chuckled Carol who, unlike others of
us, was entirely shameless about her desire to try a novel dick-fitting and
quickly undressed. "Come on then."
Joel shed his purple satin robe and stood nude so that they could inspect
his cock, the lower half of his glans now showing just a vaguely yellowish
tinge after having been what he described as deep purple with the bruising
and the silver balls gleaming.
"Oh, very nice indeed," breathed Carol, gingerly stroking his horizontal
penis, then holding it vertically as he sat on the sofa, turned to sit back
in his lap.
His plum-sized knob parted her prominent inner labia which stretched like
rubber bands as his hefty penis disappeared inside her hungry pussy, all of
it, before she paused to tighten her vaginal muscles around his cock to try
to feel it.
"Can't really feel it," she husked, eyes tightly shut as she concentrated
on the spot where she thought she'd feel something.
Gently raising and lowering her plump, golden tanned bottom to slide her
slippery snatch up and down his hard cock, she was disappointed in a moment
when he groaned and stiffened on squirting his pent up semen into her womb.
"Sorry," he mumbled morosely. "It's very sensitive still. I just couldn't
hold back, but I'll be better next time."
"No worries," chirped Carol who'd just drawn Vince's robe apart to reveal
a similarly proportioned schlong in a fully aroused state. "There's another
one here."
With that she eased herself from Joel's lap into Vince's, facing him this
time, his large penis sliding easily into her juicy twat. Holding the back
of the sofa she began to slide her pussy up and down his pleasure pole with
gusto, giving voice to her delight at accommodating such an organ.
"Can you feel his?" enquired Camilla who had begun to undress with a view
to partaking of what she came for.
"I think so," sighed Carol. "It's really hard to tell."
The idea that I could watch anyone enjoying sex with impunity was clearly
naive; particularly after the events at Karl's studio, although I'm sure I
subconsciously knew that when I'd agreed to go along with the rest of them.
The need for a cock, any old cock right then, became so urgent that I just
stripped off along with my workmates and joined the nude scrum on the setee
where Zoe was sucking Joel's solid member and Camilla was eating her pussy.
I slid my hand up her inner thigh and Cam opened her legs widely as I moved
my face up to her crotch and stuck my tongue deep into the slit between the
frilled folds of her inner lips for my first taste of another girl's cunt.
I discovered exactly how that felt almost immediately when Vince came to
put his mouth to my avid twat; licking and sucking my clitty, then pull it
with his gentle lips and teeth until I was delerious with desire for a cock
inside me. Suddenly he was above me on all fours as I lay back in welcome,
feeling Carol prodding about my hairless vulva with his magnificent member,
the pair of them seemingly unable to coordinate his push with her poor aim.
Finally I thrust my pelvis upward as she got his knob into my vulvar cleft
and his zoob slid inside my juicy vagina: I was being fucked by a complete
stranger whom I'd known for only twenty minutes and I felt joyous about it.
Taking all his weight on knees and elbows, he had his big hands under my
armpits and, holding my shoulders while I crossed my feet above his bottom,
grasped his shiny, muscular torso in order to lift my bottom off the carpet
each time he thrust his pleasuring piston into my passion pouch. I must say
that I could barely feel his penis ornament deep inside me, but I'm sure I
could actually feel it while he pounded away at my willing crotch with his
slim hips.
"Oh Christ! Ooh shit! Ooooh God! I'm coming Vince!" I exclaimed as I came
so rapidly that I was completely taken by surprise.
It was really the last thing I wanted as my aim was to please and there I
was looking like a young teenager having her first nooky and coming quickly
after hours of petting: I know all about it as it happened during Harry and
my introduction to the joys of penile penetration.
Anyway, I was disappointed when Vince withdrew from my drooling pussy and
pulled free of my body to move forward to mount Camilla's willing form, his
substantial sex organ stretching her elongated vulva as it must have done
to mine.
Joel had come good again too, kneeling beside the sofa and fucking Zoe in
a leisurely fashion while she reclined, obviously enjoying the sensation of
his penis deep within her belly. She wasn't a noisy soul, it seemed, unless
excited, as she was just then. She hotly gasped and cried and whooped, ohed
and aaaaahed and urged him on with profanities that seemed to get him going
too. I watched in awe at the speed at which his gleaming hot cock slid into
and out of her foaming pussy, marvelling at how it dilated at his thrust in
and clung wetly during withdrawal. We'd all shaven vulvar lips, so that the
reddened puffiness of Zoe's stretching pussy was plain to see, as mine must
have been to she and Carol, the latter now stretched out naked, sucking and
tonguing my clitty.
"What d'you reckon?" Carol asked as she slid up to embrace me and kissed.
"'Bout what?" I enquired.
"A bit of casual, exploratory sex. Just for fun nooky."
"I feel like such a slut," I told her sombrely.
"Me too," she grinned. "Makes you wish you'd done it earlier, ten years
ago, doesn't it?"
"It does rather. I really don't feel so bad about doing this tonight. I
feel as if I can go back to the club parties and not feel like the complete
prude now. Adultery is fun and I reckon Harry would like a taste soon."
"You know what I heard about Anita and her party?"
I shook my head.
"Well it seems that the boys were draining the keg in the wee hours when
Nita noticed them moving regularly to the spare room and back as she washed
the dishes. Eventually she looked and found Rachel Bourke conducting a gang-
bang and that one of the two current fuckers was her own beloved husband. I
heard that she watched for a minute or two before getting her gear off and
joining Rachel on the bed. She told Rosie and Dani that she'd been terribly
angry at first, but then wondered why she should let Rachel have all of the
fun. All the dozen guys there gave her one, a few getting seconds, shagging
her three at a time. Makes you feel really gooey and trembly just thinking
about it."
"Speak for yourself Carol!" I chided her.
"You wouldn't, given the chance?"
"No!" I gasped. "But I will admit to having once or twice having played
with myself to that fantasy. That's all it is though, a sexual fantasy."
"Please yourself," she smiled evilly. "It's your loss. I'll be getting a
bit at the first opportunity."
"Seriously?"
"'Course. I'd never have been the first to try, but now that the ice has
been broken I might just as well take advantage of the situation. I'll bet
that a lot of others do too."
"I'd be in it," chirped Zoe. "It sounds like a good plan to me right now."
She looked around to indicate the boys' sad, drooping cocks.
"You'd have to join our club," Carol told her.
"What's David going to say?" Camilla asked. "Would he accept you having a
casual, adulterous nooky, let alone a gangbang?"
"Well he has asked me about my thoughts on swinging, I think somebody has
suggested it to him, but I wasn't interested then. I don't think I'd have a
problem getting it on with any of your husbands, after tonight, and I would
like to try a mobjob eventually, just once to see what it's like. One of my
classmates at school inadvertently got caught up in one when she was twelve
and never looked back, sexually."
"You mean she was raped?" Camilla asked doubtfully.
"No, she was asked and agreed. She'd had it off with her two male cousins
the previous year and they'd appeared on the beach with several mates while
she was sunbathing on the beach. There was an older chick with the guys who
was something of a slut and expressed the opinion that she'd fuck all eight
guys without a break. The cousins wagered that my friend could and it was a
long afternoon, culminating in a draw. She loved the powerful sensation she
experienced as she shagged them all and I've been curious as to whether or
not I could perform successfully since then."
"It sounds like a technical rape to me. She was in a position which would
make it hard to refuse," Cam commented.
"Oh don't be such a wet blanket, Cam," sighed Carol. "It sounded like she
just accepted a dare."
*
The next weekend all four of us, plus April Marchant, attended a party to
which Camilla had been invited and asked to bring more females, but on the
night, of course, there was a preponderance of guys.
The music was good and I danced with a few guys, most of whom were a bit
too familiar with their hands, finding it quite difficult to actually empty
my glass. By about eleven the crowd had thinned appreciably, mainly the men
going elsewhere to improve their odds of getting their ends away, while Cam
and I found ourselves watching a big stakes game of poker.
"Come on," Carol ordered us grinning. "Theres a much better game up here."
We sat and waited several minutes until more came until there were thirty
or so people in the room.
"The game is a sort of 'truth-or-dare'," a young woman named Dian told us.
"The audience is the arbiter of your truthfullness or otherwise and decides
upon your fulfilling the terms of the dare, or not. Failure to satisfy with
truth will incur a forfeit, as will failure to carry out the dare, being an
increase in severity from the original dare."
There was a nervous chuckle from the crowd.
"Now, there will be no picking on one person, that will incur a forfeit,
and nothing to cause physical harm to a player. Anyone not wanting to play
should leave the room now."
Nobody moved.
"Okay then, is there anyone whose name begins with 'z'?"
Zoe raised her hand reluctantly after being pointed out by Carol and Cam.
"Right," said Vera, the MC. "Who's got a question or a dare for Zoe?"
A guy shot his hand up.
"Introduce yourself, first name, then your contribution," said Vera.
"Tom, and I dare Zoe to do a striptease for us all," he grinned.
She nodded her acceptance and, as if by magic, the hifi began booming out
the longest version of "The Stripper" I've heard as Zoe performed a really
credible striptease, baring her lovely body slowly and confidently with the
most graceful dancing movements. She continued to dance in the nude, except
for her shoes, finally bowing to the four cardinal points to give us all a
rear view of her snatch.
"Okay, that was great, Zoe. Now it's your turn to ask the question," Vera
told her with a smile. "But not of Tom, alright."
Zoe looked around the room, then pointed to a young bloke.
"Ben," he introduced himself with a slight blush.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Okay, Ben," she smiled innocently. "I want you to look at my three mates
here, Carol, Camilla and Sandra. Can I have the blindfold. Thanks."
She covered his eyes and pretended to hit him in the face, but he didn't
flinch.
"Remember how they looked, Ben?" she asked as she changed their order in
line. "Now step forward and you'll be able to feel that they're topless now.
I want you touch each pair of breasts with your hands and, when I take your
blindfold off, tell us which order they were in when you were feeling them."
"So what's the dare?" he asked.
"If you get one right I dare you to make love with her right here, in the
middle of the room."
"Fine," he smiled shyly. "I accept."
We stood there with our tits hanging out as Zoe guided him to us, causing
me to go weak at the knees with the thrills at his tender caresses and soft
squeezes of my firm bosom before he moved on to Cam. Before she removed his
blindfold, Zoe moved us back to our original positions, then let him look.
He came closer, moving me to the middle position, where I had been, Carol
to my right and Cam to my left. He'd got it absolutely correct, but only by
sniffing our various perfumes, not from our breast sizes.
"Who's your choice?" Zoe laughed, loving every moment now.
I crossed my fingers, praying he wouldn't pick me. I wasn't there for any
more adultery.
"Her," he pointed at Camilla.
"Hang on a minute," she protested. "I didn't agree to this."
"It's alright," interrupted Carol. "I'll fill in for Cam."
"No," he insisted. "I want her."
With that the crowd began to chant "spoilsport, spoilsport" and Cam, who
was blushing profoundly, surrendered and went to embrace a soon-to-be lover.
They undressed completely, clearly determined to put on a show for us all.
Cam stood gripping the top of a high-backed chair, her pretty bottom pushed
slightly rearward to expose her hairless vulva, as Ben approached her from
behind. His substantial knob parted her dewy lips and easily sank in to the
hilt before he began thrusting. They moved slowly at first, gradually going
faster until they were whooping it up, his taut belly slapping on her rear
aspect and his balls swinging pendulously beneath her wet crotch.
"Oh! Ooooh! Oooooooh!" she cried. "I'm coming!"
She sagged at the knees as he rammed his hips to her bottom and stiffened
in climax with her. Everybody cheered or clapped at their effort while they
looked pleased with themselves.
Ben's dare was to April who had to identify three guys from feeling their
dicks while blindfolded. She was correct on one and fucked him in the same
manner as Cam had with Ben, then dared a really tall guy to try to identify
either Cam, Zoe or Carol by feeling their pussies. He got none right so he
wanted to know from the woman he'd come with, who selected truth, the most
guys she'd had it off with in any twenty-four hour period.
"Two," she blushed, but found herself facing a circle of fists with their
thumbs pointing downwards.
"At the same time," she added.
"Show us! Demo, demo, demo!" they chanted.
She looked quite flushed with embarrassment as she chose two young blokes
without female partners, undressed and adopted the same position as the two
preceeding female fuckers. She was shagged by one as she sucked his friend,
then bonked by the second, followed by her partner for the evening.
"Who do you think is the most desirable female in the room?" she asked of
another guy when she'd got herself together again.
The poor guy pointed to a pretty blonde girl who looked much too young to
be married, but wore all the right rings on her left hand.
"I dare you to tell her how much you'd like to have a nice screw with her,
then ask her to join you in enjoying one," she told him lasciviously.
The blonde blushed deeply, shaking her head vigourously as the whole room
chanted "yes, yes!".
You could have heard a pin drop as the blushing bloke gripped her hand to
tell her that she was the most beautiful lady he'd ever seen and he'd ached
to make love with her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her. He knew what a
huge sacrifice it would involve for her, but her kindness would be a memory
he'd cherish for evermore.
The crowd continued to urge her to do it and, with her husband giving her
a gentle push, reluctantly stepped out to the centre of the room to undress
and receive a rearward fucking like the rest.
And so it continued, either question or dare, the nominees inevitably had
to perform sexually for the audience, nearly all in the standing position.
The crowd was merciless, except when their turn came around.
I was the last of our group to go out and fuck publicly, having three men
stick their pricks in me in order to identify them, guessing all correctly.
My choice was a good looking, older man who came prematurely, which didn't
overly concern me. To my shocked surprise his cock was replaced by another,
then another until all three, whose names I didn't know, then or now, had a
pleasurable time with my body. To be truthful, I too enjoyed it immensely,
coming so violently that I was still trembling a good thirty minutes later.
A general orgy ensued, I had a couple of pleasant quickies with two quite
nice young guys, dressed again and departed for home with April and Camilla
who'd had their fill of sex too. Zoe and Carol, it seems, grossed out along
with the young, blonde wife who'd developed a taste for serial shagging.
*
HARRY
I went to the apres football party at Colin and Danielle Kohne's house on
the following saturday while Sandra went off to another with her workmates.
The Kohne's had music so more people tended to get up and dance, not always
with their life's partners, some demonstrating a degree of familiarity with
each other which surprised me then. Rosemary Nowak was what I'd describe as
a perfect lady in every way, but she had her arm around Don Innes's neck as
she stroked a substantial, vertical bulge inside the front of his trousers.
Her husband wasn't present, it seems, but Vicki Innes was.
Eventually our hostess came across and chatted before getting me to dance
with her. This wasn't easy due to the tumescent state of my penis after my
watching Rose at work on Don's dick and wishing it was me. My arousal must
have been pretty obvious to her when we were bumped slightly and I felt it
pressed between our taut bellies.
"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling as I'd done at thirteen with my hotly raging,
pubescent hormones. "I.....ah.....erm......."
I'd always been rather shy and self-conscious around confident and older
females, especially those being risque or talking openly about sex matters
and invariably wished later that I'd had the courage to push the lascivious
banter to see if it would lead to a physical conclusion.
"Nothing to be sorry about," Dani laughed lightly. "I'd even take it as a
compliment if it was on my account, but we did see you staring at Donny and
Rosie and I bet Ali that you'd have a full horn on. Give her a nod."
I was going to decline, but then on glancing over at Alison Burns saw her
beaming expectantly and I nodded as required. I had the idea there might be
more gained by going along with her and embellished matters by peering down
at my crotch to cause Ali to laugh.
I hadn't noticed Ali looking quite like that before, sexy I mean, wearing
a very short miniskirt in black velvet, knee boots and her long, black hair
hanging in a ponytail from the crown. Her solid arms and hefty thighs were
tanned and smooth and it occurred to me how nice it would feel to have that
tall, strong form around mine in sexual congress.
With me not able to control matters, Dani took the lead and danced us out
through the french windows and on to one of two timber sundecks overlooking
their pool and gardens.
"Much quieter here," she laughed and I saw only two other couples dancing
as a form of vertical foreplay.
Colin had Vicki Innes' bodice down off her breasts as he sucked them and
fingered her twat so that we could see that she wore no undies at all while
excitedly stroking his erect penis, now freed from his trousers on general
exhibition. Dani's hand caressed the front of my pants before closing it on
the long protuberance there while I, nervously due to the proximity of her
husband, pulled her shoulder straps down to allow the bodice of her little
black number fall off her tits. We kissed deeply as I cupped her boobs and
teased her swollen nipples between finger and thumb, causing her sighs and
hot little gasps with the thrills she felt from my touch. Her breasts felt
unnaturally hard in my busy palms, a bit too good for a forty-year-old mum
of two and, although I couldn't be absolutely sure, suspected that they may
have been enhanced. She pulled up the front of my polo shirt to squash her
bare bosom to my chest and guided my hand down to the hemline of her frock
where I found a wet, knickerless cunt, warm and ready for a stiff dick. I
slid my finger into her honeypot and then withdrew it to salaciously diddle
her swollen clitty as she gasped and chuckled hotly into my ear, then drew
down the zipper at my fly to liberate my aching erection from my y-fronted
underdacks.
"Mmmm," she breathed, stroking my cock in her warm, silky hand.
"Is that the sound approval or disappointment?" I asked.
"No fishing," she chuckled again as she unfastened my belt and trousers,
pulling them down to my ankles with my jocks.
She pulled the tight hem of her frock up above her waist where it held to
leave her naked apart from just a tight band of black around her mid-riff,
dropped her shoes and stood on the lower stringer of the balcony rail with
her long legs apart and hips forward to receive my raging cock. Moistening
my shiny knob in love juices welling from her vulva, she poked it into her
snatch and told me to shove right inside her.
"Ooh," she smiled breathily, "lovely Harry, just perfect."
Of course I felt myself grow a foot taller over that blandishment before
I began an easy-paced pelvic thrusting of my body to hers as my penis slid
deliciously in and out of her drooling quim while she clutched urgently at
my back with clawing fingers. She rolled and shoved her hips out, cooing
and sighing and gasping with pleasure as she tittilated my sides and rear
with fluttery finger-tips, randomly grabbing and twisting my pumping bottom
as our synchronized movements steadily increased in cadence and easy orgasm
approached in my tingling loins.
"Oh no!" she gasped. "Ooooh, not yet!"
However, it was to late and she stiffened in the first of several mighty
convulsions of ecstacy as I thrust my tool in to the hilt and gushed warm,
creamy semen deep inside her taut, trembling belly while she tried to crush
me in her excitement.
"I hoped it'd last longer than that," she told me sadly when we'd cooled,
as had the love juice on my inner thighs and my then flaccid dick. "My very
first swinging nooky and it's over in little more than a minute."
"Your first?" I asked in surprise.
"Don't seem so surprised young Harry," she admonished. "I'm not that much
of a slut am I."
"It's not that," I explained. "It's just that you seemed so self-assured
about it I assumed you had some experience. Sorry if I gave any offence."
"I was just kidding," she laughed lightly. "I heard some rumour about the
casual bonking among members and, because Colin wanted to give it a whirl,
I thought 'why not' me too. What do you know about it?"
"Nothing until recently, but Sandy said she saw couples doing it and was
put out, so she doesn't come any more."
"You've never stayed for the graveyard shift, where the blokes finish the
keg?"
I shook my head.
"Maybe tonight then?"
"Maybe. Sandy's staying over," I told her and she gave me a wide grin and
a rather mysterious look.
"Anyhow, I need a bit of a quick wash," she told me. "Coming?"
I followed along to their upstairs en suite bathroom where we found Colin
and Vicki towelling off after showering together.
"Hi Darling," he greeted Dani. "And hi young Harry. It looks like you saw
to Dani's needs in the manner to which she's become accustomed, well done."
Vicki looked at me with interest after that remark.
"So how was it for you?" enquired Dani as I realized that it was Vicki's
initiation to extramarital sex too.
"He was fantastic," she grinned.
"No, I mean how do you feel about the concept now that you've done it."
"Well to be honest I'm sorry we didn't try it years ago when the Murray's
invited us to join their group, but my conventional fears over what people
might think were the real obstacle. I was scared right up to the moment I
realized I had another man's cock inside me, then I just soared emotionly.
I was really proud of myself."
Back at the party I found Ali dancing with Alex Moreham before excusing
herself to get a drink and, pretending that she'd just seen me, came over
to chat about events earlier on.
"Things went well then?" she enquired with a smile.
"Unexpectedly, but well," I nodded.
"I didn't think you'd be in it," she told me. "I thought you'd be too shy,
like me."
"I didn't think a beautiful female would just walk up and fondle Willy as
she'd known him all her life. It'd be pretty hard for a bloke to be able to
knock her back at that stage of proceedings."
"Yes, I'd expect so," she smiled.
"You're not tempted yourself then?" I enquired.
"I am, but I don't harbour many illusions about my desirability to guys,"
she chuckled. "I mean, even Alex didn't make a pass at me."
"But he wouldn't, would he?" I said. "Conservatism embodied."
"Besides that," she told me quietly. "I haven't had any others either. My
matronly figure isn't exactly a guy magnet, is it?"
"Looks very nice to me. I reckon that firmness and fitness are much more
important factors than shape in what is desirable."
"How about big, soft bums?" she asked sadly.
"Like bums," I grinned. "I reckon yours would be alright, from what I've
seen at the games."
"You'll never get to heaven if you go about telling fibs like that, young
Harry," she admonished me with an amiable smile. "Anyway Dave's in there in
the blackjack school."
"He wouldn't appreciate your infidelity?"
"On the contrary," she said seriously, "he'd be rapt. He wants to swing,
but I'm afraid to try for the reasons mentioned."
I got her another drink and she didn't go anywhere; letting me manoeuvre
outside to the sundeck where we were alone apart from Teri Wallis who found
herself topless and gasping with pleasure as Rollo Dehane rummaged around
beneath her skirt. I felt much more confident due to Ali's apparent shyness
and put a hand on her hip and began to dance. She reciprocated and, after
putting down our glasses, I took two handsful of her broad buttocks, and to
apprise her of my level of arousal, pressed my hips hard to hers. Initially
she froze and pulled back, but when I slipped my hands under the waist-band
of her panties she began to relax before I pulled one hand back to find and
titillate her hard little clitoris. Having then sampled the physical charms
of an older woman I wanted more and Felt that Ali wouldn't resist too much.
"If you keep doing that I won't be responsible for anything that follows.
So don't say you weren't warned," she husked hotly into my left ear.
I reached up under the back of her tight tank top for her bra catch, but
found it wasn't there. Seeing my unfamiliarity with the front fastening she
pulled up her top and unclipped her flopper-stopper. There wasn't any flop,
just a pair of firm, jutting tits which had very clearly been enhanced by a
clever surgeon. On pressing them to my bare chest she almost wallowed while
rubbing them in a circular motion for the real pleasure it gave her.
"Ooooh, I just can't help myself," she breathed excitedly. "I'm still so
sensitive there."
I lowered my face to suck and tweak her distended nipples with my teeth,
causing her to draw in a deep breath as she caressed my head and pulled me
hard to her.
"Bite me Harry!" she begged passionately. "Bite me hard, please!"
I did as she'd bid me and heard her groan and then stiffen in climax.
"Oooh, that was lovely Harry dear. Now let me suck you," she said as she
opened my flies.
"Wouldn't you rather try a bit of that?" I asked her, indicating the duo
who were now banging away with Teri perched on the table and her ankles up
beside Rollo's ears.
"You can't imagine how much I'm tempted," she groaned indecisively. "But
I'm afraid to change in that way."
"But we've all but done it," I told her persuasively.
"Yeah," she nodded, "but not quite. It's that last step which scares me."
I kissed her mouth deeply and fingered her clitty again, causing her even
more difficulty in trying to fend off my advances and to finally squirm out
of my embrace. My heart fell momentarily until I saw she'd leaned forwards
to reach down and remove her panties, putting them in a pocket in her skirt
for surety.
"Okay you persistent bugger," she smiled wanly, "let's see if you're any
good at this kind of thing."
I wasn't entirely sure that she was absolutely at ease with the idea of a
casual nooky with me, or anyone else for that matter, but being incredibly
aroused at the thought of sex with a partially reluctant, older partner who
might come to enjoy our coupling. And the way she stroked my cock caused me
to think I might have things right.
We went to the other outdoor table where she lifted her skirt around her
waist and spread her deliciously solid thighs to me at exactly crotch level
as she sat at the edge. I stepped close and she guided my knob to her truly
unctuous cunt and I entered her fully with a single, gentle push of my hips.
"Ooooh God Harry," she gurgled huskily with excitement. "I'm truly one of
the club sluts now."
"Why 'slut'?" I enquired as she clung to me desperately.
"'Cause that's what I really want to be after all those years of being so
completely conventional and sin-free. When I was at high school there were
two girls in our class who went to a building site every lunchtime to enjoy
a mobjob with between three and seven guys. The rest of us were appalled at
their behavior, but in reality I was so jealous, I came to understand, over
their grasping freedom in both hands like that. I'd never have done it as I
was still wrapped up in the concept of sex-free, romantic love, although I
did visualize myself being bonked by several guys at the same time whenever
I played with myself."
"And now?"
"And now I'm older and no longer the 'little-woman' whom Dave needs to or
even wants to protect. He says he wants an exciting, liberated woman who's
not averse to putting herself about sexually and who prepared to be in your
odd bout of serial sex."
"You mean........?"
"Exactly. After Anita Sorensen's voluntary gangbang, some of the guys now
want their wives to take it on too, after the rest of the female members go
home. I should also say that a number of women aren't exactly averse to the
notion of catering to the physical needs of a queue of horny guys. Dani and
Rosie have been talking about it, but I don't know what they've decided, if
anything."
I then had a fair idea of what Dani was thinking, from her earlier hints.
"So what was the story with Anita?" I asked her, in genuine ignorance of
the facts of the matter.
"Well, as far as I know she was going to bed after the last turn at their
place, the boys were still finishing off the keg, when she looked in to see
three guys shagging Jo Morley. She was aghast and some of the blokes looked
a bit uncomfortable when they noticed her watching."
"I can imagine," I commented.
"Anyhow, Nita doesn't know what came over her, but suddenly she was into
the room as she got herself naked, telling them it was her home and if any-
one was to be gangbanged there it would be her. And that's how it went. All
seven guys there had it off with both women, some more than once if you can
believe that, while Nita claims to have been bandy 'til the next Wednesday."
"Something more than forty minutes in the saddle," I said facetiously.
"Yeah, exactly," she giggled, her cunt clamping on my cock as she shook.
I gasped at the sensation.
"Like that then?" she asked, clamping again to make me feel quite weak at
the knees.
"Love it," I told her, "but I'll be coming if you continue."
She smiled and I began to slowly slide my penis inside her unctuous pussy
until her broad hips began rotating voluptuously against mine again. Sounds
of an agreeable nature escaped her lips as she grasped my buttocks tightly
to govern the speed at which I could thrust in and out of her warm, willing
vagina.
"Yes..yes..oh ye-es!" she gasped. "Yes..just like that..yes! Oh screw me
silly, Harry, I'm a slut at last! Fuck the naughty slut! You like sluts?"
I nodded and she began to rotate her hips in a rather exaggerated manner.
It did feel very sensual and I realized then that she had discarded all her
remaining inhibitions in crossing the moral line and becoming a much looser
woman than she'd been. I could scarcely believe the change in her demeanour
as she seemed to be trying to ensure that everyone there was aware that she
was enjoying her first adulterous fuck. While I was a little embarrassed at
her behavior, her salacious movements were just about enough to distract my
mind as she appeared to be trying to suck my innards out through the eye of
my dick with vaginal contractions.
Her mouth clung to mine until, unable to get sufficient breath through my
nose and ears, I had to break away gasping for air.
"Yes, yes, yesssss!" she breathed. "Just keep fucking, Harry darling."
She seemed to have shed the last vestiges of her inhibitions by then, her
only desire being the sensation of a sliding cock in her pleasure pouch. It
didn't faze her at all when I grasped her slender ankles to lift them to my
shoulders, pull with my palms on the fronts of her smooth thighs and rammed
fervidly at her oozing cunt accompanied by the sounds of my taut belly upon
her wet buttocks and legs.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she cried as her climax approached rapidly.
Two women stopped in the doorway looking at us, giggled and returned into
the house as Ali went stiff and shuddered hugely. With my last mighty shove
I buried my cock deep in her convulsing body and collapsed bare-arsed on to
her until our spasms of pleasure finally abated.
"I think that was one of the best naughties I've ever had, Harry darling."
she laughed lightly. "And Dave'll be ever so pleased that I'm no longer his
prudish wife."
"You mean you're going to be completely promiscuous now?" I asked.
"No, but I'll never knock back a nooky either, unless my propositioner is
Honest John. He really makes my flesh crawl, like necrophilia really."
She mopped her twat with a tissue before heading for a bathroom to wash.
Sometime later I found myself alongside Terry Rodda chatting about little
of importance and sipping a beer.
"Jeez," he breathed, watching the newly liberated Ali Burns on the dance
floor gyrating energetically enough to display a lot of her buttocks around
thong undies. "You can't imagine how much I'd like to give that one a large
meat injection, despite her age. She's so hornraising."
"Why don't you just ask her for a dance and put the hard word on then?" I
suggested. "You'll be pleasantly surprised, I'm sure."
He gave me a long, sceptical look, but must have thought my smile implied
something as he walked over and asked her to dance. She glanced at me, then
accepted Terry. A half-hour later he told me what a great experience it had
been to fuck with Ali; how much more fun than he'd thought it would be.
"I'm glad Carol went elsewhere tonight. Otherwise I wouldn't have got to
poke lovely Ali's pussy," he grinned.
"She's a bit puritanical about the matter?" I enquired.
"No, oddly enough. I have a feeling that we'll be into free-loving sex in
the fairly near future."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She told me about this bloke she knew who had a bloody great steel
pin through his knob and a steel ball fitted to each end. You can't believe
how much she'd like to have that in her twat, just to see how it feels. She
wants me to have it done, but I can feel the pain just thinking about it. I
said that she's over eighteen and, if she really wants to feel it than she
could, without asking me again. If she does then it opens the door for me."
I'd have to check this with Sandy, I decided. If Carol had really done it,
then confided in her, the door might be ajar for me too, although I wasn't
optimistic enough to hold my breath in waiting for it to occur.
As time passed the women left or were driven home by their husbands, some
of whom subsequently returned and stood about drinking their beer while the
excitement became almost palpable among the twenty-odd blokes remaining. At
about two I noticed Dani coming downstairs looking a dream in a transparent
baby-doll smock, lace g-string and mules with fifteen-centimetre heels.
She looked in the doorway, apparently counting heads and getting a lot of
lustful grins from the guys.
"Twenty-three," she murmured to herself. "Need some help I think."
Her meaning was obvious and a rumble of approval circled the room as she
went to the foot of the staircase and beckoned to someone waiting unseen at
the top.
"Oooh!" intoned the male crowd. "Ahhhh!"
Both Ali and Rosey descended the staircase blushing, 'clad', so to speak,
in the same manner as Dani, but in pale blue and pink respectively.
Colin and Don got a few of the blokes to carry in three family sized bean-
bags as the girls slipped off their gear and lay back looking inviting in a
fairly salacious manner. It was very obviously sex, not love, that they had
in mind.
There was a flurry of undressing and I looked at Rosemary, my desire for
her clearly showing in my face when she smiled at me and looked down at her
open twat by way of invitation, before I lowered myself on her. I could not
quite believe my situation at that moment, lying over Rosemary's voluptuous
form as she guided my raging horn into her juicy sheath.
"Ooooh lovely, Harry," she murmured huskily as we kissed deeply and wetly.
I thrust into her manfully, long slow pelvic movements.
"Wait a moment, darling," she breathed. "Let me get on top."
We rolled over, still coupled, before Colin slid his KY smeared cock into
her tight rectum and I felt a strong vibration. He was wearing a penis vibe
and had a vibrating egg in his anus. Terry now stood above my face with his
erect organ in Rosie's mouth for her to suck him expertly.
She was well practiced at accommodating three pricks and we were all able
to move our hips smoothly in thrusting into her. Danny came first, me next,
then Colin before I was aware of Rose stiffening in climax. We had to arise
before I was quite, ready as she wanted to get on with matters, gurgling in
delight as three more stiff dicks found their way inside her.
I must have dozed off as I awoke at nine on Sunday morning in the Kohne's
guest room, Rosemary in my arms and my hard cock stuck in her vagina.
*
To my surprise, Sandra asked me if the club's parties were still the kind
of swinging affairs that she'd objected too and I answered affirmatively.
"I've heard that the hostesses now put on a gangbang for the men still in
attendance in the wee hours," she told me.
"Yeah," I agreed. "I've heard that too."
"Have you stayed for that part?" she asked, staring through my eyes, into
my soul.
I blushed and nodded slowly as she took my hand and held it tightly.
"Thanks for being so honest, my darling," she breathed. "I've been fairly
naughty too, p'raps even naughtier than you. I don't know that I'd have let
on if you'd asked me if I'd done it."
We lay on the bed fondling each other, my prick inside her as we related
our tales of sin and infidelity, although they tended to excite rather than
disappoint. After my night at the Kohne's place I'd attended Innes' party a
week later; shagging Natalie and Shaun, two young single women who shared a
flat and worked at the university with Don. That night's gangbang involved
Vicki, of course, Wendy Miles, another good-looking thirty-something matron
and Jane Moran, an unattached lady of about thirty with a spectacular, full-
tanned figure, but a rather horsey-set face and an obvious capacity for the
most demanding sexual feats. Sandy was later told that Jane had been wholly
celibate for more than five years before that morning and that had been her
way of returning to normalcy.
I'd been involved with army training committments for two weeks following
that night, but we went as a couple to the next where we bumped into Terry
on arrival at the Nowak's house.
"Carol here?" asked Sandra.
"Yeah, she's gone upstairs to see Karl's etchings," he replied morosely.
"Is that some kind of euphemism I don't know about?"
We laughed and Sandra ran her hand down the bulging front of his trousers.
"Don't worry, dear," she told him in a maternal manner. "I'll look after
little willy here."
She looked at me for approval and I winked before she led him off for her
first licit swinging nooky.
I was then joined by Dave and Zoe, Eddie and April and Craig and Camilla,
when I was recognized by the first-named on their arrival. Craig saw a lady
he recognized and excused himself while we all chatted. A partner exchange
between Dave and Eddie and their wives was obviously the next item on their
agenda and it was unabashedly suggested that Camilla and I get it together.
"Don't be so rude," gasped Camilla. "We've only just met."
"So how's that a new situation?" laughed Zoe. "Don't be fooled Harry dear,
she's just as big a slut as the rest of us and does it with guys whose name
she doesn't know as well."
"You really are a bitch, Zoe," she whined as they left us to dance.
"Don't take it so hard, Cam," I told her gently. "You look like a lady to
me."
"No, Zoe's right, I'm a trollop now, but I find it hard to admit at first,
even to myself. Once I get a dick into me for the first time I'm completely
promiscuous, even undiscriminating, about who gets into my knickers."
She took my hand and we danced while we watched Dave groping a more than
willing April who obviously wore no underclothing beneath a stretch fabric,
tube frock. Camilla pressed at the front of my trousers with her hip while
we moved rhythmically, confirming that I was erect and ready to satisfy her
needs in the near future. I cupped a nice. firm tit and pinched her nipples
through the knitted fabric of her tight bodice which hid no bra.
"Oh,oh! Oh!" she gasped as I fondled her sweet boobs. "That's absolutely
lovely, Harry. Want to see what's under my skirt."
I groped to feel, but she avoided my hand.
"Uh-uh," she whispered. "Come on. Outside."
We had the sundeck all to ourselves as we kissed long and deeply in a hip
thrusting embrace. She checked the bulge in my trousers with a gentle hand
as I pulled her tight hem to her waist to feel her damp, pants-free crotch.
"Oh yes! Yes!" she told me breathlessly as I pressed and diddled her clit,
unzipping my flies to release my cock and stroke it tenderly in her elegant
hand.
She unbuttoned my shirt while I pulled down her shoulder straps and top,
leaving her naked apart from the fabric bunched around her middle.
"Come on, I'm really ready," she gasped, leaning back with her elbows on
the top rail of the balcony.
She put her arms on my shoulders as I stepped close to her again, kissing
her mouth as I poked at her juicy quim with my knob in seeking entry to her
warm, moist interior region. Suddenly I slid fully inside her and felt her
exhale hugely at my intrusion, clinging tightly to me and clamping her hard
vaginal muscles around my imprisoned penis as she enjoyed her penetration.
Her body was silken and warm against mine as we thrust our hips together
in the delightful rhythm of love, tenderly kissing while I cupped her sweet,
round buttocks as they rotated so sensually in my grasp. As our excitement
grew the cadence of our fucking increased to a lustful frenzy of gasps and
sighs and grunts as our bellies slapped so loudly together and my pistoning
prong made strange, lewd noises in her drooling sheath.
"Ooooh!" she said. "OOOh shit, Harry! I'm going to come! I'm........"
With that her back arched and her pubic bone hit my nether regions pretty
hard, making me grunt at the impact, as her whole being went rigid with the
sensual bliss of orgasm. I followed, spurting my warm, seminal tribute into
her womb while we jerked uncontrolably with ongoing spasms of pure ecstacy.
"I knew you'd be good," she whispered eventually. "Quiet guys always are."
She really knew how to make a bloke feel a couple of metres tall.
*
SANDY
Having broken the ice, so to speak, in enjoying sex in a wider way with a
more easygoing group of partners, I found that I was able to give free rein
to my sensuality in fully exploring my inate hedonism, although I imagine a
majority would describe it as plain, old fashioned sluttiness, but I didn't
care as I was having too much fun.
By Christmas I'd had it off with sixty guys from the club as well as some
others from work and nights out with the girls. Then came Carol and Terry's
party where all the blokes were wondering whether or not there would be any
mobjob that night, a big crowd of men having turned up in case there was to
be some young stuff on offer.
At three in the morning there were still more than twenty guys there and
Camilla and April, who along with Carol were going to see to them sexually,
were feeling a bit overwhelmed and were trying to convince me to join their
enterprise in order to reduce the ratio of cunts to cocks. I guess I might
have had some subconscious desire to do it, despite my earlier refusals, my
eventual acceptance of their pleading being an easy decision.
Terry had set up the fucking place in the family room so when the four of
us walked in naked we only had to lie on a bean bag and spread our legs for
the mob. When Ziggy moved over me to slip me his length I momentarily found
myself looking into Harry's eyes, he grinned, before I felt the focus of my
senses change with the intromission of a nice hard dick.
I was roughly fondled, fingered and fucked by who knows how many blokes.
I lost count after five of them had used my sensually overwhelmed person to
relieve their sexual tensions and a seemingly endless queue of men followed
on to lie with me that night. I lost track of things because I just kept on
coming and the excitement was just too much for me.
When I awoke some hours later my pubic mound was aching and my vulva very
red and raw. I'd obviously showered before sleeping and found myself within
Camilla's fond embrace, receiving a very intimate kiss on my mouth when I'd
turned my head to look at her.
"Hi, Sandy," she smiled affectionately. "You as sore as me?"
I nodded.
When we went to vacate our bladders we discovered just how sorely abraded
our poor pussies were. We heard the rest out in the back garden by the pool
and we joined them, all of us entirely naked of course. April then informed
us that the cold pool water was very soothing on the raw bits and Cam and I
waded in to test that assertion, finding it to be true.
The blokes were all very pleased with us, and themselves, each one having
sampled the favours of each of we women and getting horny thinking about an
event to remember.
"Don't even think about sex for a fortnight," Carol admonished Terry. "A
bit of oral or maybe anal stuff is all you've got to look forward to, dear."
In fact we relented and had a wonderful afternoon sucking off each others'
husbands and a single bout of anal sex each. We decided to get together for
a swinging party, just those present plus David and Zoe, in the near future.
*
Our sex life continued to be a busy one during the following months until
April came up with the next step. We were eating lunch in the park with the
the ibises, Carol and Zoe while April appeared to be busting to tell us all
about something. Zoe enquired as to what it might be, but April blushingly
shook her head and we waited silently.
"What?" she asked self-consciously, our staring disconcerting her.
"Tell," said Carol.
She hesitated for a moment.
"Colin Kohne and Ziggy Nowak have just become their company's procurer or
pimp or whatever you call the guy who makes sure that visiting people they
need to brown-nose are provided with female company, if they want it. They
were telling Rosie and Dani about it, the Burns were there too, the females
absolutely aghast at the fees the escorts are paid for around four hours in
their clients' company. Well, apparently the wives expressed their opinion
that it didn't seem to be such a hard way to make a dollar and by evening's
end they'd decided to try it, just the once. The guys bypassed their normal
callgirl booking service and Rosie and Ali did dinner and sex for a pair of
Col's VIPs' then Dani and Ali, she's become a real slut you know, did it on
Ziggy's behalf, all saying they had a good time because it was wasn't their
living, just a one-off experience for the laughs. By coincidence I saw Dani
getting into the elevator with a guy and, because she wore a cocktail dress,
I knew there was something afoot, particularly when she came back down only
an hour and a half later and got into a taxi. I told Camilla and, unbeknown
to me, she went to ask Dani about it because she and Craig had overextended
themselves financially with their big mortgage. She told me what she'd done
after her third excursion and I did one too, out of curiosity, discovering
that it really wasn't such a difficult way make money. Mind you, I think it
could become pretty mundane if you had to do it more often than weekly."
"Jeez, April," squealed Carol, hugging herself excitedly. "Why didn't you
tell us before."
"I didn't want you to know 'til I'd tried it, in my own time."
"So what's the situation right now?" enquired Zoe.
"Well Vicky Innes, Bev Toussaint and Beatty Knowles have done one and Nat
and Shaun asked for a regular Wednesday night gig to supplement their wages.
The original threesome have done it again, at least once, and I think I'll
carry on occasionally until we're a bit more financially secure."
"Have you told Eddie about it?" I asked.
"Not yet."
"You going to?"
"Don't know really," she mused. "I know it would make him super horny and
quite proud, after my recent activities, but I'd also like to have a secret,
something only I know."
"But he's going to find out," sighed Zoe. "Someone who doesn't know about
your desire for secrecy will let it slip."
"Yeah," agreed April. "You're right, but I'll leave it until then."
There was no way I would ever consider getting into that kind of thing; I
was a wholly amateur slut, not a pro, even though I was sure that Harry was
certain to approve and, as events unfolded, I was right about that.
It's said that the road to ruination is often paved with good intentions,
but I wasn't entirely sure as to the full meaning of that particular bit of
wisdom until a week or so later. Our Wednesday night for the girls had then
become the regular night for my friends to go whoring, when there was a gig
for them, as the amount of work available seemed to increase with time.
Four of us, Carol was missing, were sitting in a lounge at our favourite
watering hole at the time when a half of Harry's nerdy couple from work saw
me and came over.
"Hi, Sandra," she greeted me, peering at the others through heavy glasses.
"Hello, Denise," I smiled sweetly and introduced her to the others.
"I'm meeting somebody," she told us. "Do you mind if I wait with you?"
"No, not at all," I told her while the others shook their heads.
I went to the ladies room and on returning found Denise with a bright red
face and her hand over her mouth.
"I asked what your friends were doing tonight and they told me," she said
to me in a low voice.
"And you're shocked?"
"Not shocked so much as very surprised that somebody would admit it aloud
in public like that."
"They're all very liberated now. First it was a bit of novelty cheating,
then swinging and now whoring."
"You said 'they'. You don't?"
"No, I don't," I told her firmly.
Carol eventually arrived and they drifted off singly to meet their dates,
leaving me alone with Denise.
We chatted in a desultory manner, but I could feel her desire to discover
more about the others' nocturnal naughtiness.
"Oh, there he is," she said, leaping to her feet and rushing away with an
agitated, "excuse me, Sandra."
She returned after ten minutes.
"Ever been completely brushed off?" she asked and I felt sympathy for her
dashed expectation. "I went out of my way to bring over some papers to this
interstate executive and he didn't even buy me a drink. 'Thankyou Denise, I
will see you next time. Goodbye'. He's with your friend Zoe."
I could see why a chap might be more interested in the vivacious Zoe than
poor Denise, but said nothing.
"How does one get into doing what the girls do?" she wanted to know.
"You interested?"
"Not for myself," she blushed. "But I have a good friend who's struggling
financially and doesn't have the time to take a second job."
I arranged to meet her for lunch the following day, with the other girls,
to find out if we could assist 'her friend'. As matters transpired, she and
her husband, Deryn, joined the touch football club and quickly got into the
swing of things, much to my surprise. Even less expected was her appearance
at the parties, being that of a woman intent upon sinning, often.
*
HARRY
At the Cornnell's Saturday night bash I was standing around just watching
the passing parade when I noticed new talent in the form of a slender woman,
tallish with perfect, long, slim legs, tiny waist and the lovliest, rounded
hips and bottom under a black leather miniskirt. When she turned I saw that
her wide, flattish breasts were braless under a shiny, silver-blue top with
her large nipples pressed hard against the stretch fabric. She had a rather
short, boyish style with her auburn hair and she appeared to be looking for
somebody. On catching sight of me her face lit up with a huge smile and she
seemed familiar as she came over.
"Hi, Harry," she said huskily.
"Denise?" I asked incredulously. "You look great."
"Thank you, kind sir," she smiled.
"No, I'm serious. You look terrific. So what are you up to?"
"Right now I'm cruising like the rest of the ladies here, looking for sex
with a guy who hasn't had any yet, tonight."
"Where's Deryn?" I enquired.
"He's been raced off by Vicky, but I'm only looking for a casual nooky, a
bit of recreational fun. I need to get experience with other blokes for my
new second job; I'm joining the Wednesday night girls to make a bit on the
side."
"As a corporate call-girl for Zig and Colin?"
"For Deryn and I," she corrected me. "Neither of us gets overtime for all
those extra hours. We did over-extend ourselves financially, with the house
and cars, but this gives us the way to solve our problems."
"So what does Deryn think?"
"He had his doubts initially, but the idea of my doing the kind of things
that Carol does has made him feel good about it."
"And you?"
"I can't wait. I'm only two months from my twenty-ninth birthday, married
eight years and have lived a blameless, risk free existence since birth."
"So you're due for a change?"
She grinned and put her hand on the front of my trousers to confirm that
I was the one she sought, then took me by the hand to a spare bedroom where
several couples were relieving sexual tension on the bed or the carpet. She
unfastened my clothes to bare the front of my body before lifting her skirt
above her waist and her top to her armpits before we embraced and kissed in
a manner which left no doubt as to our desires. Like most of my partners in
Saturday night sex she leaned back against a big, old armchair in her heels
and thrust her hips forward in invitation. My first contact with her snatch
was with my knob as she delicately positioned it against her dewy cleft and
bid me enter her love sheath. Of course I complied with alacrity and filled
her vagina with her very first adulterous dick.
She was a quite active and surprisingly vocal lover and, while our sexual
union was very energetic and satisfying, it was also short as she withdrew
from my embrace to look for more male talent very soon after her shuddering
climactic movement abated. I didn't mind really as Ali wanted me, as did an
eager Libby Riley for her first swinging fuck a little later in the evening.
*
SANDRA
When Harry informed me of Denise's admissions it wasn't any surprise that
she was actually her 'friend in need'. What did surprise me was his upfront
revelation that she had aroused him enormously by her casual mention of her
intention to prostitute herself in order to protect their living standards.
'Amazonian' was his description of that concept.
On the Wednesday evening I met the girls, including a fairly enthusiastic
Denise, at a hotel lounge which was more or less the central point to their
various 'working' locations. The arrangement was that everybody returned on
finishing their duties so that nobody got into trouble. I undertook to stay
there that night as they all had appointments for about the same time.
April was back before ten as her 'date' had changed his mind about dinner
and they'd gone straight to his bed to hide the sausage.
"The rotten bugger," she spat. "That's him getting into the taxi with Pam.
I don't think I'll take him again."
I turned to see a distinguished looking gentleman getting into a cab with
a lady known as Pam and also known to be on call for full, personal service.
The others, except Denise, came back to our table by eleven and we began
to worry when she hadn't shown by half past. We were just about to set off
in search when she hurried in and breathlessly plopped down beside Carol to
remove her contact lenses.
"Sorry I'm late," she told us, "but after I finished with my date he told
me that his friend in the next suite had been unable to arrange company and
wondered whether I'd be kind enough to see to his needs. He didn't have two
heads or anything, he was actually rather nice, so I looked after him too."
'Like a duck to water,' I thought, but kept it to myself. She had really
embraced her great adventure unreservedly.
A couple of months later I was sitting with Denise when Camilla returned
to the table and asked if the other would mind filling in as she'd finished
up with two men, one of whom couldn't find feminine company for the evening
and wasn't game to try outside the safe arrangements he'd grown used to.
"Oh I can't, Cam," Denise explained. "Tonight's a special, a really great
tipper whose almost a regular now."
Poor Cam whined and begged, but Denise wasn't moved at all.
"How about you then, Sandra?" she asked, but without real hope. "He isn't
anything you'd knock back on a saturday night. Very personable in fact."
I shook my head and Cam looked so frustrated and, by the time she'd moved
five paces from us, I'd called her back.
"Why not," I smiled at her, trembling as my heart pounded in my chest. "I
guess it was just a matter of time."
My first client was John, who was a very presentable fellow, an executive
of high rank in his late fourties who conducted himself in a wholly genteel
manner all evening. After dining we had drinks before going up to the suite
where he asked me to undress as he showered.
I reclined on the huge bed where he joined me following his ablutions and
caressed me before I slipped a black condom on to his broad pussy-pummeller
and spread my legs for him.
'Isn't it odd how things turn out,' I smiled inwardly to myself. 'Only a
year or so ago I was so prim and prudish. Now I've had more men than I even
knew then and here I am with my first paying client ramming my pussy, and I
realize that he won't be my last by any means.'