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Jack Off First (swingers)
by Anonymous BBS Author
***
In our years as swingers, my beautiful wife Laura and I have had enough
unusual experiences to fill a very large book. One of the strangest
took place while we were entertaining a couple who were vacationing in
the Florida resort area where we lived. In their mid-forties, Carol and
Dave were about ten years older than Laura and I. The attractive,
articulate and witty couple won us over very easily.
We chatted about mundane things for awhile then, right on schedule, the
subject turned to sex, and specifically to swinging. Swingers generally
don't like to share too much information about their straight lives, so
there is very little common ground for discussion. The one thing that
they always have in common is swinging, so past experiences are always
a topic of discussion. Carol and Dave began to tell us about some of
their hotter experiences. Carol's salty talk soon had my prick
straining at my pant-leg.
Shortly after the sexy talk began, Dave made a strange request. "Do you
mind if I get started?" he asked. I wasn't sure what he meant, but told
him to go right ahead. He casually pulled down his pants to reveal a
meaty cock in the seven to eight inch range. With his pants around his
ankles, he took his cock in hand and stroked it up and down. I was at a
loss for words. A man we had known for less than an hour was sitting in
our living room masturbating in front of us. "Life is too short to be
up-tight about the world's favorite pastime," he said with a sly wink
and grin.
Laura, who is never at a loss for words, voiced her approval by saying,
"Nice cock, Dave." She knew that it would soon be pumping in and out of
her creamy center because we had already exchanged the secret signal
that we use to let each other know that we like our playmates. Dave
leered at my wife. "How do you like the family jewels?" he asked,
spreading his legs wide. His shaven nut-sac was the size and shape of a
baseball and so bloated with spunk that it hardly jiggled when he
jerked his dick. "They sure are big," Laura answered in her sexiest
voice.
The conversation continued as though nothing unusual were happening. I
found it nearly impossible to keep my eyes off what Dave was doing. He
was really showing off, slapping his dick around and demonstrating a
variety of grips and strokes. I could see that he was into masturbation
just as much as I was, and that if I watched closely I might learn some
new tricks.
Carol was telling us about the time she took on a guy with a twelve-inch
cock. "I thought he would give me the fucking of my life, but he blew
his wad in about twenty seconds," she said with a giggle. Dave laughed
at the memory. "You couldn't get him back up, could you, honey? All of
that meat went to waste." Carol casually hoisted her skirt to reveal
that she wasn't wearing panties. I was pleased to see that she had a
nice, thick bush. I like a nice pelt on my pussies even if it does mean
getting a little hair stuck on my tongue. She spread her legs and began
to fondle herself, no doubt savoring the memory of the foot-long cock
that ejaculated prematurely. "Dave and I are both into masturbation,"
she explained. "It's the most natural thing in the world."
Having our new friends masturbating in front of us was disconcerting to
say the least. Laura excused herself and left the room. "I hope we
didn't offend her," Carol said. I assured her that Laura was very
broad-minded. True to form, when she returned a few minutes later, she
wasn't wearing a stitch. Our friend's jaws dropped and their eyes
widened when they saw how beautiful my wife's body was. In those days,
she could walk down the street, swinging her hips, and leave a trail of
hard-ons behind. Dave pumped his dick a little harder as he ogled my
wife. No doubt he was fantasizing about the things he planned on doing
to her.
I had watched Laura masturbate in private many times. Watching her do it
in front of our guests was much more exciting. She wet her fingers in
her mouth then used her slick fingertips to torment the little
marble-sized nub that I refer to as a "cum-trigger". The conversation
dwindled down to nothing as the three of them turned their attention to
the sensations they were producing in their own genitals. Their heavy
breathing grew loud enough to be heard over the soft, romantic music
playing in the background.
By then it was obvious that Carol and Dave intended to make themselves
cum. "Well, I'm not going to get left out," I announced. "I love to
jack off as much as the next guy, and if that is what you all want,
let's do it." I pulled down my pants and my cock, unrestrained by
underwear, sprang up like a striking cobra. I waited until Carol had
had a good look at my boner, then wrapped my hand around it and began
to stroke. She seemed to like what she saw. Although her husband's
fucker was thicker than mine, mine was longer and had a powerful upward
curve that always hit all the right spots. It felt wonderful to be
beating my meat in front of someone other than Laura.
Incredibly, a conversation of sorts resumed. They told us that they
started every swinging party by jacking off, and seemed proud that they
had introduced the practice to other couples. "Sometimes they just
watch, but they usually join in," Dave said. I wondered aloud if we
should try to cum together. "That's the whole idea," Carol answered.
Then we once again fell silent as each of us teased our own cocks and
pussies.
Dave was the first to go off. He rose to his feet and rushed across the
room to stand directly in front of my wife. It was obvious by his
stance that he intended to shoot his load all over her big, round tits.
I was on the verge of shooting off myself, and my dick was leaking
pre-cum like a faucet. "You have beautiful tits, Laura," Dave said in a
strained voice. Then he grunted as thick streams of watery spunk
splashed against my wife's jugs. The first squirt hit the curved
surface of her tit with such force that it ricocheted off onto my hairy
chest. I was amazed at the quantity of jism a man his age could
produce. It wasn't the first time someone had unloaded on Laura's tits,
but it was the first time she had an orgasm at the same time. She
whinnied like a mare as she pulled her own trigger.
Carol's pretty face was contorted in ecstasy as she neared orgasm.
Because Dave had made targets of my wife's tits, it seemed only fair
that I use his wife's tits for the same purpose. Then I panicked when I
realized that they were still in her dress. I thought that I might have
to shoot my load on top of Dave's as a last resort. I was relieved when
Carol realized that I was starting to cum and motioned me toward her.
Hoping that she would bare her breasts, I hurried across the room
toward her. "Shoot it here on my clitty," she ordered.
I dropped to my knees and took aim on her girl-dick. She kept the tip of
one finger against it so that I could find it, but it was so erect that
it made an easy target. The pink core glistened like a little pearl at
the tip. I moved closer until the head of my cock was no more than two
or three inches from the boy in the boat. I fully intended to drown the
little guy. There was no way that I could miss. I was unable to
suppress a bellow as my cum gushed out in a thick stream. Bulls-eye! I
hit Carol's clit dead-center, triggering her orgasm.
The two women were shrieking so loudly that I feared the neighbors might
call the police. I thought that I would never stop cumming but all good
things come to an end. I finally staggered back to the couch and
plopped down next to Laura, who was coming down from her own
self-induced orgasm. Dave was still working his dick, coaxing out every
last drop onto my wife's nipples. He reminded me of a baker carefully
icing a cake. When he was satisfied with his workmanship, he turned to
me and said, "Let's see how you did."
He dropped to his knees between his wife's parted thighs and carefully
examined the mess I had made of her pussy. "Nice work," he said. "I
think you outdid me." He leaned forward and cleaned her up with his
tongue. Laura tried to coax me into licking her tits clean, but I
couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I smeared the slippery stuff
all over her torso until she was glazed like a doughnut.
We had a cocktail and then headed for the bedroom. I won't bore you with
the details of the rest of the party because it consisted of fairly
conventional sucking and fucking. After jacking off onto Carol's pussy,
I feared that I wouldn't be able to get my cock back up. The intense
orgasm had left me weak and drained. It wasn't a problem, though. In
fact, I think I gave one of my best performances. I fucked that bitch
non-stop for nearly an hour, treating her to five or six strong
orgasms. Dave was in good form, too, wielding his plump cock with such
skill that my wife's cunt was sore for days.
Laura and I had enjoyed our group masturbation session so much that we
introduced it to other couples. Even those who declined to join in
seemed to get a big kick out of watching us. After I jacked off in
front of people a few times, all of the guilt that I felt about
masturbation disappeared and has never returned.
END