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This story is true or at least very close to true. It happened a long
time ago in the city of Chicago. Names are changed to protect the
innocent. It deals with mature and sexually explicit material so if you
are underage or easily offended turn back now. This is part 1 of 3,
We met the Johnsons in January of 1973. A friend of a friend took us to
a party at their home in the Lincoln Park area of the city. It was an
older home, one of many 3 story stone maidens that lined the streets of
that neighborhood. Inside we found the house had been completely redone.
The main floor was mostly kitchen and living room - dinning room -
conversation area. The middle story were the bedrooms, their doors
closed, their interiors hidden and off limits. Then there was the third
floor. I had never seen anything like it. The floor was one enormous
room. Polished hardwood floors, fantastic stereos and a beautiful, fully
stocked bar. Two restrooms stood in the back corners of the room.
On the main floor sweet jazz played softly behind layers of
conversation. 15 to 20 people stood, sat and reclined in small groups.
Their conversations mooted as they debated and solved the problems of
the day. It was a quiet, refined place. A room that reminded me of the
dinner parties my parents had thrown when I was a child.
On the top floor things were different, Rock and Roll blared full
throttle from the stereo while a hundred people lost themselves in
dance. It was a teeming, close packed group that seethed and gyrated to
the music. There were no partners, just a mass of people, all dancing
together. Wine, beer and other libations flowed endlessly from the bar.
Munchies appeared from no where and were consumed and then reborn. It
was a party unlike anything I had ever seen. It was a party by and for
people who populated the pages of Playboy or the New Yorker.
As the night wore on we learned that the party was an ongoing event,
re-appearing on the first Saturday of every month. It was a fantastic
evening and we were invited back for next month. We returned in February
and again in March. April found us at a wedding in Cleveland, but we
returned again in May. Perhaps before going further I should stop and do
some introductions. I am Miles Davis, not that one, just someone who
shares the name of a great Jazzman. I was attending the parties with my
wife Julie. We had been married for two years and were both focused on
our careers. Julie was production assistant for a major ad agency and I
was a programmer for a local insurance giant. We were young and life was
good.
There was nothing unusual about the May party, except what happened
after it was over. One couple, Ryan and Cecilia Fagan had a bad accident
on the way home. Ryan had a broken Leg while Cecilia escaped with many
cuts and bruises. The people in the other car were also injured,
although the details are now lost in the fog of time. Ryan was charged
with drunken driving. They were starting to crack down on drunken
drivers about that time and it looked like he would be lucky to avoid jail.
Word of the accident spread within our little community of party goers.
The Johnsons' were very concerned about what had happened. They decided
that they did not want people driving home from the party. At first we
thought this was the end of our monthly adventure. No, it turned out the
parties were still on, but there was a new rule. If you lived near by
walk. If you didn't live near by bring a sleeping bag. At two AM the
upstairs would be turned into a dormitory and we would all sleep over.
We were relieved that the parties would continue, and never realized how
this new arrangement was to change us to our very core.
We prepared for the June party by shopping for sleeping bags. I hadn't
owned one since I was twelve and away at summer camp. Julie had never
owned one. We discovered a type of bag that would allow us to turn two
ordinary bags into one big bag. Sounded good to us. We never really
considered what we would sleep in. Julie grabbed a long tee shirt that
ended an inch or who below the bottom of her ass, I had a pair of light
nylon shorts. Neither of us had ever been to a large co-ed sleepover
before. To be honest, at that time they just didn't exist.
The party was perhaps a tad more raucous than usual. Secure that we
would not have to drive, many of us over imbibed. When 2 AM came many of
us, myself and Julie included, were quite wasted. The locals said there
good-bys and departed, walking off into the night. About 40 people
remained up stairs in the dorm. It was about two thirds couples. The
unattached were mostly with couples and about evenly mixed by gender.
We found our bags, Julie went to get changed while I made camp. The room
was full but not really crowded. We were near the front windows with
other couple on either side of us. Bill and Linda Collins were on our
left while Bob and Barbara Lowe were on our right. I looked across the
room and saw that Julie had changed and was making her way back to me.
As she crossed the room she stopped to chat with several people. She
chatted with Lisa and Phil Goodman and then with two single guys - first
Ron and then George. I went and changed. Julie was still wandering
around talking with people so I stretched out on the bag.
A few minutes latter Julie arrived. She stood by my head and started to
explain about stopping to chat and that was why it took her so long. I
looked up at her. From my position of the floor I realized I was staring
up into her panty covered crotch. No wonder everyone had wanted to chat
with her. Those guys were just using the opportunity to look up her
skirt and in her drunken state Julie didn't realize the show she was
putting on. I motioned for her to lay down. She joined me on the floor
and we slipped into the bag.
She cuddled next to me and I explained that I enjoyed the view, but it
was really better to have her next to me. I had to explain what I meant
about the view and then she got upset. I told her it was no big deal and
she shouldn't worry about it. She said she thought it was rude, but
that's how guys are. I explained to her how to avoid guys looking at her
panties. "How?" She asked. "Don't wear any!" I replied. She gave me a
funny look. In her drunken state she was trying to decide if my advice
made sense. Was I being Serious.
There was a gong, and the lights dimmed. Our Host asked for a volunteer
to tell a ghost story. Phil Goodman volunteered and launched into a
story. The room quieted down. Couples cuddled together. The room's
attention was on Phil and we were at the very back of the room. I
noticed that on our left Bill and Linda seemed to be moving beyond
cuddling. I whispered to Julie who turned to see what was happening. As
she watched they moved from kissing to heavy petting. It was clear that
Linda was playing with Bill's cock. They shifted and it was clear their
bag was not zipped. Bill moved on top of Linda. The side of the bag was
open revealing Linda's naked side. Bill ducked under the bag and the bag
was raised up, widening our viewing slit. Julie gasped as Bill pressed
his mouth over Linda's breast. As we watched Bill sucking on Linda' s
breast I slid my hand over Julie's own tit. Her nipple was rock hard.
Bill backed down toward Linda's cunt. We could only see his blanket
shrouded form with his face buried in Linda's crotch. As he moved down
he had dragged the blanket. Linda was lying on her back with her chest
completely exposed. I reached down and moved my hand up under Julie's
tee-shirt/nightgown.
"Your tits are nicer." I whispered in Julie's ear. We were in the spoon
position and she rubbed her ass against my cock. Bill shifted again. He
knelt here with the bag now down by his feet. We had a perfect profile
view. We could see Linda's mound covered with a thick mat of dark curly
hair. Bill was Also visible in profile. His cock was an arrow pointing
up and away from his body. Linda lifted and opened her legs as I slid my
hand down the front of Julie's panties. Bill positioned himself and
slowly slid his cock into Linda. At the same time my finger slid into
Julie's cunt. I matched the tempo of my fingering to the speed of Bill
and Linda's fucking. Linda started to buck furiously. Bill clenched his
ass cheeks, his body arched and rigid.
"They're cumming" I whispered. Julie clenched down, trapping my hand
deep in her cunt. As they lay there Bill and Linda slowly realized they
were no longer inside their sleeping bag. Julie and I turned toward Bob
and Barbara. The room filled with the sound of others shifting and I
realized Phil had finished his story. Lisa now started in on her own
story. The room settled. We changed sides so that we were again spooned,
but facing Bob & Barbara. They too were moving beyond cuddling. "It's
warm. " Julie muttered. Without a word I slowly moved her tee-shirt up
and removed it. "Going topless is another way to keep people from
staring at your panties." I whispered.
"I prefer your first suggestion." Julie whispered back. "OK" as I pushed
her panties down her legs. As we watched Barbara disappeared into the
bag. From the motions it looked like she was sucking on Bob. It only
lasted a second and she reappeared. "Too hot!" we heard her whisper. In
a second, Bob was out of the bag and lying on top of it. He was naked
and his erect cock was stretched out over his lower stomach. Julie let
out a little gasp and started rubbing her naked ass against my cock. Bob
pushed Barbara's head toward his exposed member. Barbara moved like a
snake as she slithered out of the bag and gently grasped Bob's cock with
her fangs. As we watched, Barbara lowered her head, fully engulfing
Bob's cock in her mouth. She pulled up until she held just the tip of
his cock between her teeth. One hand held his cock in position as she
slowly licked the head. She repeated the cycle. Suck. Lick. Suck. Lick.
Her pace quickened.
"After he cums I'm going to fuck you." I whispered. Julie just moaned
and pressed her ass against my cock. Barbara's head was now bobbing up
and down at a frantic pace. Bob stiffened, arching his back. Barbara
descended fully engulfing his cock. It was clear he was cumming and that
she was swallowing it all. Bob relaxed a little. Barbara slid her lips
up his pole until his now flaccid cock plopped free. Julie rolled over
on her stomach. Her knees were bent and her ass was jutted up. I didn't
need a second invitation. In a second I had mounted her and was pounding
her from behind. She climaxed almost immediately. I kept pounding. She
climaxed again, and I still kept at it. Slowly she built to a third
orgasm. This time I came with her, pressing her to the floor and filling
her with my cum.
I rolled off and lay there staring up at the ceiling. It was silent.
Slowly I realized everyone, even Julie was asleep. I closed my eyes and
also surrendered to sweet Orpheus. Dreams of Barbara/Julie sucking on my
cock filled my night. Maybe after tonight's exhibition Julie will be a
little more willing to try giving a blow-job.
I awoke to the sound of camp being broken. Mornings are not my strength.
Waking to a room full of hung over people who had spent the night
sleeping on the floor is less than ideal. The lines for the bathroom
were long and I really needed to pee. I saw Julie wandering around,
talking to people who were still stretched out. By the time I was
finished in the bathroom everyone was down stairs. I packed up our bags
and joined them. Julie spied me at once and brought me a hot cup of
coffee. She was still in her tee-shirt/nightgown. As I finished my
coffee she leaned her head against my ear. "Take me home." She
whispered. We made our good-bys and departed.
The ride home was uneventful.
End of Part 1.