Subject: Swapping Party (MF, FF, oral, incest)
Diary Date: July 10, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material
which may include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected
sex as well as incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any
person or action by them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't
separate fantasy from reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a
minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in
possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.
This work is copyrighted �2011 to the author. It may be posted with the
permission of the editor to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free"
area of commercial sites so long as no changes are made to the content
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might
help to understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also
has a lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary
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So much for my "stay within the family" ideals. Perhaps I was a bit
idealistic growing up to think that once I got married my sexual activities
would stay confined to my marriage family. Sure my mother had accomplished
this throughout her 25 years plus of marriage but times have changed. All
was well and good until that magical day when Steve asked me to marry him and
I accepted his proposal - unconditionally. It�s sort of ironic now to think
that I always figured the biggest issue with getting married would be having
my fiance accept my requirements regarding incest!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 � Marital Give and Take
Chapter 2 � Introductions
Chapter 3 - Round One
Chapter 4 � Two for One�s
Chapter 5 - Anything Goes Gangbang
Chapter 6 � Back Home Again
Chapter 1 � Marital Give and Take
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I have always believed that the foundation of a superior marriage is based on
the willingness of both partners to compromise. Face it, no two people can
live together, married or otherwise, for any length at time - at least not
happily, without being willing to change some of their ways to satisfy their
partner. Of course I�ve never been married (only engaged at the moment) so
all this is easy for me to say. The real test will be after I take my vows.
Still, based on what I've seen in so many other marriages it seems to me that
this one of the most critical elements of a successful marriage.
At the same time I also believe that every person must have certain morals
and ethics which they simply can't compromise. Without those then who are
they - and who will they be down the road? If two people get married and
they haven't previously identified what those �off-limits� areas are, then in
my opinion their marriage is doomed. Sooner or later the afterglow of the
wedding and honeymoon dies and what remains can become a harsh reality. It
may not be for 25 years (as with my parents), but the day of reckoning has to
come sooner or later.
As for me there are not that many issues which I can't at least debate but
there ARE a few areas where either a guy will have to accept me as I am or
else we simply can't get married - no matter how much in love with him I may
be. The first and most important is my faith and religion. As a devout
Christian, active in my church and community, I expect my husband to be
engaged as a full partner and not just an onlooker. It�s such a shame to see
women at church with their children whose husbands never attend or attend a
different church, using their kids as pawns in their little power games. I
simply can�t see myself living that way - and won�t. My husband WILL attend
church with me and he will confess to having Christ as his Lord and Savior
AND believe it. This is simply not negotiable.
Another area of mine for which there is "no compromise" is my family
relationships. My family, in particular my parents, will always take
precedence in my life. If a guy can't deal with my parents or relatives,
then he can't deal with me. None of this, �I hate my mother-in-law� crap.
Like church, I know of couples who for one reason or another can�t attend
family functions together or otherwise are estranged from one part of their
family or another. Sure there are members of my family I don't really care
for (some I REALLY can�t stand) but that doesn't mean I shut myself off from
them. What a guy wants in terms of a relationship with his own family is up
to him but when it comes to mine, it's all or nothing.
Another important area also deals with my family. I simply can't EVER see
myself compromising when it comes to incest, at least with my father. In a
way it's a combination of the first two subjects I stated as being non-
negotiable. Biblically I believe that as the daughter of my father I am
bound to honor him in every way possible and if that means he wants me
sexually, then I will honor those needs. It�s not that I feel trapped or
forced to do anything, quite the opposite in fact. Don�t take this the wrong
way but in a sense it�s like my relationship with Christ where as his
disciple I am bound to honor him and obey him. I do this out of love and
respect, not slavery or under threat. If my husband cannot understand this
basic principle then better to end the engagement before entering into a
doomed marriage.
Just to show why this is so important to me, my Aunt Linda married a man whom
she loved dearly but who wasn't on board with her having sex with her father.
Because he wanted to marry her he claimed that he could deal with it but when
push came to shove he couldn't contain his jealousy and after a couple of
years demanded that she stop. Like me, her family was a higher priority over
her marriage and thus she was forced to make the terrible decision to demand
a divorce. I like to think that I would�ve made the same decision in her
situation so I want to be sure I never get myself into that situation in the
first place.
Finally, just to show how things CAN change, there WAS a fourth area that I
always thought would be beyond compromise - adultery. According to my
reading of the Bible, adultery is defined as �sex outside of marriage�. For
some people the term �marriage� is defined as husband and wife ONLY.
However, as I mentioned earlier I believe that when you marry someone you
also �marry� their immediate family. Thus so long as sex stays within the
�marriage family� there can be no issues with adultery, regardless of how you
define it.
For my mom it was black and white - adultery was a sin, period. It didn't
matter if your spouse was OK with it or whatever rationalization there may
be. Adultery was a sin and she refused to allow it in her marriage. Having
been raised by her, I always assumed that I would approach my marriage in the
same way by limiting my sexual activities to within my marriage family once I
said my vows. As much as I enjoy sex I can't say this thrilled me but then
my first priority is God and HE takes precedence over my personal desires.
Growing up I worried at times that finding the �perfect man: who would agree
to all my requirements might become impossible. Indeed, the one guy I
thought was going to propose to me ended up dumping me and actually causing
me personal harm once he got a whiff of my family�s incestual activities.
After that I was depressed as if the best guy I�d ever met couldn't deal with
it, then who would? Still, while I was willing to negotiate most anything
else, these three things were off the table. Better to be single than
miserable.
As it has turned out, getting Steve to agree to my "conditions" of marriage
was easy which just goes to prove that he indeed is �the one� for me.
Although not nearly as deeply religious as I am, he at least goes to church
and prays. While not as biblically versed as I would like, I believe he will
teach his children to love the Lord and to follow his commandments. Steve
loves my family - well for the most part but I certainly can�t blame him for
disliking a few of them as I cant' stand them either.
When it came to the incest part, he was naturally surprised as he had no idea
I was involved in such things. In fact I it wasn't until after seeing me
doing it once with my dad just to prove it wasn't some monstrous practical
joke that he believed me. After that time he made it clear that he never
wants to see me with my dad again but at least he has NEVER even suggested I
abandon my responsibilities. I suppose it didn't hurt when I told him that I
had no issues with him fucking any of the women in my family that were
agreeable to it - especially my Aunt Linda who seems to have really caught
his attention.
So as it turned out, all my worries about my fiance agreeing to the "terms"
of my acceptance of his proposal turned out to be for naught. In looking
back I see now that our marriage was indeed ordained by God. How else do you
explain that the boy I gave my virginity to and then moved thousands of miles
away would come back to me after over ten years and eventually propose to me?
After fretting for so many years about not giving my father my virginity, I
was finally able to see God�s plan - that I gave it to my husband instead.
How many married women these days can say their first time was with their
husband? OK, so there were a few in between but that doesn�t take away the
fact that he was my first.
Perhaps it was a bit selfish of me but I had never thought about the fact
that my fiance might bring a few demands of his own to the table. Steve
really only two had big issues, but both of them were huge so far as I was
concerned, especially given the background of my own parents' marriage.
Steve�s first �demand� regarded what I considered to be adultery. Steve made
it clear to me that he fully expected to continue to have sex with other
people after we got married and he meant people outside of our families
(well, MY family since he didn't have sex with anyone in his). For him this
was non-negotiable and so I was forced to reconsider my stance on adultery.
There was no way I could completely toss it aside as it was clearly stated in
the Ten Commandments that we are not to commit adultery so what were my
options?
I discussed the problem with my aunt as my mom was so far away, praying on it
with her and alone a LOT. The one day it was like God spoke to me and I felt
like my eyes had been opened to a new reality. My mom�s definition of
adultery was hers and I totally respected her for it. However, just as hers
was based on her interpretation of the Bible, so I felt I should be allowed
to have my own interpretation. Where do we go for the insight to achieve
such interpretations - prayer. It was on my knees that I suddenly realized
that yes, I COULD marry Steve without compromising my integrity yet at the
same time satisfy his needs and desires.
The whole issue comes down to, what is adultery? In short, I came to the
revelation that just as incest is not adultery (although some people would
claim a strict biblical interpretation would say that it was), neither would
be sex outside the marriage so long as both partners consented and nothing
was hidden. It was clear to me now that adultery was more about �cheating�
than sex. It�s the INTENT, not the ACT, that counts. If my husband is
hiding his sexual activities from me then he is cheating on me and thus
committing adultery because in his heart he is betraying me
So much for what became my first �compromise�. The other issue was a bit
more nebulous and based more on my mother�s personal feelings than any
guidance from an authority such as the Bible. So far as my mom was
concerned, and therefore me for most of my life, sex with a minor was OK so
long as it was incest but otherwise it was strictly off-limits. Granted, her
�age of consent� was more like fifteen to sixteen versus eighteen, but still
it ruled out anything with a girl in her early teens and certainly any
preteens. On the other hand, my father has always been infatuated with
underage girls. Still, for over 25 years he compromised for my mother�s sake
and relied on porn and then eventually his daughter and nieces to satisfy his
dark hunger. How he held himself back for that long is some sort of miracle
but eventually the dam burst and his uncontrollable needs became one of the
major contributors to their eventual divorce. The sad thing is my mom knew
about his perversions before they married yet clung to the hope she could
change him or at least keep his needs in check. Sadly, it provides further
proof to me that when you marry someone you have to accept them as they are!
Given all that, imagine my shock when I was informed by my new fiance that he
was into the same perverted things as my dad regarding underage sex. Once
again I was faced with a major decision. Was I really ready to enter into
marriage with the same understandings my mother had? The answer was easy -
no. Either I accepted him as he was or not but none of this �I�ll change
him� crap. At first I considered compromising a little and allowing his to
delve into these nasty things so long as he kept me out of it. I quickly put
that aside as I wasn't about to go through the rest of my life pretending
that the reality wasn't there. The only alternative was to put aside my
beliefs and submit to his authority as my husband. Of course technically
there WAS another alternative - to give him back the ring but in reality that
was never anything I considered seriously. This was an issue of public
morals and ethics, not my religion or family, so compromise was acceptable to
me.
In the end, as much as I tried to pretend to debate the issue, in my heart I
think I always knew what the final outcome would be. After seeing the
results of my mother�s beliefs on their marriage, I couldn�t mimic her
knowing that sooner or later the same thing would happen to my marriage.
Some might say that 25 years was pretty good but I intend to marry Steve
�until death do us part�, not until we can't stand each other anymore.
Even after accepting my decision, I didn�t just jump in the deep end all at
once. It was more like entering slowly into the shallow end and working my
way deeper and deeper. Until now we�d swapped with a few couples, always
just one other couple in which case we pretty much just traded partners for
the evening - or in once case the weekend. I actually found it rather erotic
to try someone new with my fiance nearby and Steve seemed to love watching me
being fucked by another guy as well. I can't really say I get the same
enjoyment out of watching him screwing another woman, but it�s nothing I
can�t deal with since I know whose pussy he�ll be filling with his wonderful
dick when it�s all said and done.
Now with just a little more than a month to go before the wedding, Steve
wanted to take it to another level - a swapping party with several other
couples. The first thing that came to mind were the various sex parties my
best friend Beth use to take me to now and then (although it�s been ages
since the last one). The irony was that those parties banned couples as only
singles were allowed. Now it was going to be just the opposite in that you
had to be married, or at the very least engaged for at least six months, to
gain entry. Well, at least there wouldn�t be any silly initiation ceremonies
this time around!
Chapter 2 � Introductions
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One of the most frequently asked questions I get about swapping is, �Where do
you find these people you meet up with?� Well, that�s a good question. When
it comes to groups and parties, for most of my life it�s been through
friends. My best friend Beth is one of the principles in a group that meets
frequently for sex parties. They are restricted to the group members and
guests by invitation only. Strictly for singles and no voyeurs - you
participate or leave. Beth�s parties were my most common source. Now and
then I would go to various parties where people would break off or maybe give
a blowjob in front of everyone but those were pretty tame for the most part.
Some of the craziest ones I�ve been to were courtesy of my cousin Kristi back
when she was a working girl. She was the one getting paid - I just went
along for the experience. Some of those got really out of hand!
I never really �swapped� until Steve and I got engaged. I guess before then
I never considered myself in a position where having sex with someone else
would be considered �swapping�. My Aunt Linda was the one who really opened
THAT door for us. She was a long-time member of a local swapping club that
was VERY exclusive and VERY private which also made it VERY secure - a key
concern for most people involved in such things. She had been a part of it
since shortly after her divorce making it over twenty years now. Call it our
�engagement gift� from her when she showed my fiance their webs site. For
years it was all done by phone calls and beepers but now they were in the
Internet Age.
Steve was really enthusiastic about it and quickly got our application
process started. I looked at the web site but he did all the work. It
wasn�t like FaceBook where you just could make anything up about yourself and
�buyer beware�. Believe it or not we actually had to go through a formal
credit check and other personal security checks to verify who we were as well
as our intentions and expectations. My web site was discovered, even though
it was no longer on-line (just goes to show what goes on the Internet is
forever) which made for some tense moments as they were worried about my
ability to keep things private. For a while I was worried sick that it might
disqualify us until I was able to show how I managed it and modified the
story details to keep things private.
By far the most stressful part of the �application� process, at least for me,
was making our introduction video. Over the years I�ve developed a bit of a
phobia about on-line photos and such after some of the things that have
happened to me by people bent on hurting me because I somehow offended them
in some way, shape or form. When Steve told me we HAD to do this video where
we HAD to answer a number of routine questions, I was OK with it at first
until he told me we also HAD to be nude when we did it - and not be hiding
anything like crossing legs or folding our arms. Thankfully we didn�t have
to DO anything, just allow ourselves to be seen naked standing up and posing,
then turning around slowly so whoever was checking us out got an idea of who
they were going to potentially meet.
It wasn�t like I�ve ever been exactly shy about exposing myself but I have to
say I was nervous as a virgin on her first date while Steve was recording me!
Images of me posing nude being posted all over the Internet still haunt me
but so far as I know, nobody has ever violated the terms of the group as by
the time you do the video you�ve already had to pass all the other tests.
As the head of our household, Steve is the one who does the initial searches
for people to meet, browsing through the lists and then the various video
profiles until he finds a couple he thinks might be fun to swap with. He
knows me pretty well so I trust him to find someone I will like as well and
so far he has done a pretty good job. Steve usually narrows it down to three
or four couples that he is OK with after which he shows them to me and lets
me pick the final one although he retains the ultimate veto power. I have to
say my tendency so far has been to go with the older couples. In fact, we
spent a weekend in Columbus, OH with the last ones we met and they were old
enough to be our parents!
Once I picked out someone then Steve contacted them through the service so
that they can check out our profile and decide if they want to accept our
invitation without having to divulge any personal information. In fact,
until both sides agree to meet no personal information is exchanged such as
full names, addresses or phone numbers. When an agreement is made, THEN
initial contact information is exchanged. The usual means of �first contact�
is via web cam. This is where we really find out a lot about the other
couple. Some are pretty conservative whereas others have put on full-blown
sex shows. For me, either end of the spectrum is pretty scary and we have
turned down more than one couple after the web cam introduction when they
proved to be just way too out there for us. We figure if they are THAT wild
and crazy the first time on a web cam, what would they be like meeting them
in person?
Finally when everyone agreed that a hook-up was desirable, THEN more personal
information was exchanged. How you met the other couple, where, etc. was all
negotiable and varied with every couple we met. Some would want to meet in a
public setting like a restaurant, others just wanted to meet in a hotel room
and get things started quickly. It was the variability that helped to keep
it exciting each time.
So as you can see, it�s not like you just get on on-line and ask someone to
meet and next thing you know you�re at some restaurant waiting for a total
stranger to appear. It�s a rather long and tedious process but in the end I
feel safe meeting the people based on all the security background checks as
well as the time we spend getting to know each other before any meeting
actually takes place.
This time was even more arduous in that we were trying to line things up with
three other couples instead of just one which made it more like ten times
more difficult than just three times. Each couple had to approve of the
other three so it took a couple of weeks before a full agreement was made.
Again, this was a LOT different from Beth�s parties where you just showed up
and had no idea who was going to be there. For some people it may have been
too troublesome and for those type of people I know there are plenty of
swapping parties where anyone can show up and do anyone. Personally I just
don�t feel comfortable getting involved in those type of parties so much
anymore. In fact, if it was totally up to me we would only swap with one
other couple at a time but Steve likes having a �buffet� as he likes to put
it rather than having to just order off a menu.
Finally it was all set with a time and place hammered out. One of the
couples lived in a rather exclusive part of town with a secluded back yard
that came complete with a pool hot tub and high security/privacy fence
surrounding it all which sounded perfect. The people we were meeting with
were:
Dwight (41) and Virginia (Jen) (40) - married twenty years, three kids
Mick (30) and Penelope (Pen) (30) - married two years, second marriage for
both, one girl from Pen�s first marriage
Matthew (Matt)(19) and Julie (18) - newlyweds, just married in April, no
kids
Of course none of their kids would be there. When it came to the swapping
group that was a strict rule that was grounds for expulsion from the group -
no kids, period. This was a swapping group, not an incest group and
definitely nothing to do with anyone underage. There were no other real
limits as you were free to find someone who matched your profile. If you�re
into BSDM then there were people who shared that interest and if you didn�t
then, you just didn�t agree to meet with to those who did.
Interestingly, while kids weren't allowed, that didn�t mean it had to be
adult humans. Some of the profiles claimed to be interested in K9 and other
forms of bestiality. The first time I saw one of those Steve grinned at me
and I slapped him (maybe even a little harder than I intended). He knew
better than to even THINK about anything like that.
Everything was set for Saturday afternoon at Dwight and Jen�s place. They
had warned everyone that they could only host for a few hours due to earlier
commitments with their kids� sports schedules but it was the only weekend
when it seemed everyone�s schedules worked out. In any case, to be honest
I�d rather meet for a few intense hours than drag it out over the whole day
so putting an abbreviated time limit on everything up front was just fine
with me.
Steve stopped by just after noon to pick me up. Parking his pickup at the
curb in front of the house, he came to the door where Kristi let him in as I
was still getting ready. Sneaking up behind me in the bathroom, he poked me
in the middle of my back just as I was leaning over the sink to fix an
eyelash, scaring me half out of my wits!
�Good lord, what can possibly take a girl so long to get ready?� he teased
me, �Besides, it�s not like anyone is going to care what you�re wearing once
when you get there.�
He had a point I guess, at least from a man�s perspective. Odds were I
wouldn�t be wearing my outfit for very long but then again, a girl likes to
look good when she first meets someone. You can tell a lot about people by
the clothes they wear so I�m always interested in seeing what the other
couple was dressed like when we first met. Since I felt this way I suspected
other women did too so I wanted to be sure to make a good first impression.
Ahhhhhh, now THAT was the question - how to make a good impression? While we
wouldn't be the youngest couple we were more at the more youthful end of the
range. Still, I didn't want to come dressed like some college girl Steve had
just picked up. At the same time, we weren't even married yet whereas
everyone else was so I didn't want to come looking like some sort of soccer
mom either. Everyone would know why we were there so there was not need to
dress like a slut to get attention yet at the same time I didn�t want to give
the impression I was doing something I wasn't comfortable with either by
dressing like some old lady.
So here I was, standing in front of the bathroom mirror still naked after my
shower. I�d already blown my hair dry and rubbed lotion on me after having
shaved so it was just a bit of makeup and then getting dressed. Steve
started to reach around me and grope at my boobs.
�Steve! We�ll never get out of here if you get me started,� I warned him.
Poor Steve; I could see his face in the mirror over my shoulder as he rested
his chin on it and reached down to put his hand between my legs. I rolled my
eyes a bit melodramatically and sighed heavily as his finger started to tease
me. Damn but it felt good yet we didn't have time to mess around now.
�Damn it Steve, stop!� I said, although albeit not very convincingly.
Steve reluctantly pulled back and chuckled. �If only we weren't running so
late already...,� he whined.
Well, that made two of us with those thoughts. Honestly, if he hadn�t
listened to me and simply dragged me off to bed and made love to me all
afternoon I would�ve been just fine with that. Face it, the party was really
for him and if we missed it I wouldn�t have been exactly heartbroken.
Ignoring him I put on the last touch of eye shadow and added a hint of
perfume before reaching over to grab my outfit. I�d gone for a light summer
dress, no straps and no underwear. It was a light yellow, short enough that
it came down barely mid-thigh and defied gravity by clinging to my boobs
without slipping down although all I had to do was lean over the least little
bit for some nice cleavage exposure. What I liked about it the most was that
it was relatively sheer such that if the sun was on the opposite side it
would give you a pretty nice outline of me underneath. I slipped it over my
head and adjusted my boobs.
�Damn, haven�t seen that one before,� Steve wolf-whistled as he watched me
getting ready. Well, it WAS brand new so he�d better not have seen it
before! I twirled around on one foot, just enough to bring the skirt up but
it was tight enough that it didn't rise up high enough to prove whether or
not I was wearing panties. Of course Steve knew I hadn�t put any on so it
wasn't like he didn�t already know the answer to the question.
�You know... we could just stay here and do it,� I offered seductively. For
a moment I could Steve was tempted but then he just smiled at me and shook
his head.
�Noooooo, you don�t get off THAT easy,� he laughed, �Let�s go, we�re already
late.�
On the way out I gave Kristi a kiss and she lifted up my dress and spanked me
playfully on my bare ass.
�Now don�t do anything I wouldn't do,� she said, trying to act serious.
Well, THAT certainly left me with a pretty broad playing field as I don�t
know exactly what Kristi would NOT do in such a setting had she been invited.
With that we were off. It was just a ten minute drive to get where we were
going but that meant we would still be about twenty minutes late. Oh well,
all the better to make an entrance as my mother use to say.
As we pulled up and I noted the address, oddly enough I�d seen this house
many times before driving around town but had never paid it all that much
attention. Maybe that was because the reason I ignored it was the same
reason it had been chosen for today�s little party - it was set way back from
the road without a hint as to what was happening behind the stone and iron
fence that surrounded it. Large shrubbery and a forest surrounded the back
yard, rendering it invisible to anyone driving by. It was built into the
side of a hill with nothing above it or even to the side, making it even more
private than my parents� deck which technically was visible from across the
valley to anyone with a high-powered telescope. A cobbled stone driveway led
past the iron gates which were open as we pulled in. Inside a circular drive
allowed us to park close to the main entrance where double doors that
reminded me of something from a knights of the round table movie guarded the
interior.
�Pretty impressive,� Steve mused as he put his truck in park. Ahead of him
was what looked to be a new Lexus and ahead of it was some older model Toyota
which looked to have seen its better days. Evidently that other two couples
were here and it didn't take a reincarnation of Columbo to figure out which
belonged to whom.
�Figures, last ones to arrive as usual,� Steve muttered as he got out of the
cab. I knew it was directed my way even though he hadn�t looked at me when
he�d said it. Steve was always complaining about me being late, even to the
point he sometimes faked the time we were going somewhere by telling me it
was a half-hour earlier just so I would be ready when the real time came
around. What can I say? That�s me.
We approached the front doors and Steve rang the doorbell. Within a few
seconds a woman appeared and I recognized her from her profile. Virginia (or
Jen, short for Jenny as she preferred to be called) was taller than I�d
pictured her but other than that pretty much looked exactly like her profile
photos and video. She was dressed in a short robe with a belt that barely
kept it in place. The hem came down low enough to cover her butt but that
was with her standing and I doubted that it hid much once she sat down. She
had good reason for wearing it so short as even though she was almost twice
my age I would�ve loved to have had her legs!
�Welcome to our humble abode,� she greeted us. I can�t say THAT impressed
me. The house was gorgeous and VERY high end so to try and pass it off as
anything even remotely �humble� was being more than a little pretentious.
We stepped in and she motioned for us to follow her through the spacious
great room and then into a hallway leading past the kitchen and then to the
back of the house where it looked like something from a Hollywood movie.
There was a large in-ground pool would have dwarfed my aunt and uncle�s with
a large hot tub off to one side as well. The concrete pad was large enough
for several tables, a built-in grill/fireplace as well as a looked to be a
wet bar that overlooked the pool.
�Wow, some place, eh?� Steve whispered into my ear. I elbowed him as he
never could master the art of whispering and no doubt everyone in the back
heard him. If so, then nobody was rude enough to take notice and Steve
nursed his bruised side like a hurt puppy.
Jen then introduced us to the others starting with her husband who was
serving drinks. Dwight was wearing cargo shorts almost the same as Steve�s
but maybe a shade darker than Steve�s khaki�s. He also had a Steelers t-
shirt which would have instantly endeared him to my father had he been along.
I didn't have to recall their profile video to recognize Mick and Pen as they
were definitely the older couple compared to what had to be Matt and Julie.
Pen was a bleach blonde bombshell with boobs that definitely had to stay away
from the hot sun or the silicon might have melted. Like most women with
boobs jobs she obviously loved to show them off and was wearing a VERY low
cut tank that hugged them like Saran Wrap. Mick was rather non-descript,
just your average Joe off the street with the beginnings of a receding
hairline.
Matt and Julie caught my eye more than the others. Both of them looked like
they may have been fudging a couple of years on their profile but then I when
I considered the scrutiny Steve and I were put under, I had to believe their
ages were as advertised (nineteen and eighteen respectively. Julie had her
hair cut really short, actually shorter than her new husband�s. She was
extremely petite, maybe just a couple of inches over five feet tall and
nowhere close to needing the �100� weight on the scale at the doctor�s
office. Matt was not all that tall himself, maybe just a little more than me
but he must spend half the day at the gym. Damn, he was built! If anything
being short and that muscular made him appear at first a little stocky but I
imaged once he removed that muscle shirt and shorts there wouldn�t be one
ounce of fat to be seen anywhere.
We all greeted one another, shaking hands to start. Dwight efficiently took
our drink orders and looked at me a little funny when I asked for a Diet Coke
but then I didn't really care. I�ve never been much of a wine or mixed drink
person so there was no reason to get started now. Besides, I wanted to
remember what happened here today, not wake up with a headache.
Nobody said anything at first but I think we all felt a little anxious. We
WERE on the clock and with Steve and me arriving late that didn't help
matters. At least they�d been courteous enough not to get started without
us. As experienced as we were in such matters, it still would�ve been a
little awkward to have to walk in on a bunch of strangers having sex and just
jump in without hardly even a word spoken between you. As the acting hosts,
I think the rest of us looked to Dwight and Jen to take the lead.
�Well, I just thought maybe it would help if Dwight and I confessed to
something,� Jen said after a few minutes of discussion about the Steelers�
upcoming season thanks to Dwight�s t-shirt. �This is a first for Dwight and
I. Oh I don�t mean our first swap,� she hurriedly corrected herself, �I mean
our first time with a group.�
The rest of us looked at each other and I got the distinct impression from
the knowing looks on people�s faces that this was NOT the case with the
others.
�Hey, no sweat,� Mick was the first to respond, �Pen and I were pretty
anxious ourselves the first time but it�s like riding a bike.... well like
riding something at least.�
The rest of us laughed and then Pen added, looking at Jen, �Mick�s right Jen,
I was the one who was nervous though. Mick couldn't wait. We didn't start
until we got into our late thirties and it was like it took ten years off his
performance - or lack of it I should say... sorry sweetie.�
Dwight took the opening to add, �Oh that�s right. For the guys we�ve got the
purple pills available although I apologize for being so late to mention that
so I guess if you need one you�d better take it now. Girls, anything else
you might need along those lines just as Pen - I think she could open a store
with her current stock!
Thankfully Steve wasn't at that age yet where he needed pharmaceutical
assistance to get or maintain an erection and I doubted very much that the
others did either although I knew guys their age who took it thinking it
would extend their performance even more. Mick was only a couple of years
older than Steve and he just waved his hand to politely refuse.
With the introductions over, it was time to get started...
Chapter 3 - Round One
=====================
�Well, now that we have the formalities out of the way, any suggestions on
how to get this party started?� Dwight asked, rubbing his hands together. I
almost laughed. Wow, this WAS really different from Beth�s sex parties.
With those once the initiation �ceremony� was over (provided there was
someone new) then everyone just more or less went at it without a whole lot
of thought. Then again, the average age of the people there was in the mid
to late twenties compared with today�s somewhat older crowd.
I raised my hand and then red-faced, lowered it again. School teacher habits
die hard.
�Why don�t we put our names in a hat and draw for first time partners?� I
suggested.
Hey, it worked for sixth graders when it came time to match them up although
in that case boys picked from the boy hat while girls picked from theirs.
Then again, maybe THAT wasn't such a bad idea either although with a little
twist in that the guys would pick from the girl hat and the girls would pick
from the guy hat. It wasn't that I didn�t want to be with any of the other
women but I knew Steve would have had a stroke before he paired up with
another guy.
We all agreed to my modified version. Pen produced some paper and pens and a
couple of baskets instead of hats. We all put in our names with the caveat
that if you pulled your own partner then you had to put the name back in and
draw again. After all, what was the point in being here if you were going to
have sex with your own mate?
As the youngest Julie was picked to draw first and wouldn�t you know it, she
picked Matt�s name. Everyone just laughed as she tossed it back in again and
then reached in for another one. This time she got Dwight�s name who
definitely looked pleased as punch to be picked first. Then again maybe as
the oldest guy he was more pleased to be picked by the youngest girl if I
know anything about men at all. They can say what they want but when given a
choice men will almost always go for the youngest option.
It was then my turn so I reached in to pick out a name and drew Matt. It
really didn't matter to me who I drew as I could�ve made a case for starting
out with any one of them. Unlike the guys, I tend to lean towards older men
anyway - more experience, care and appreciation. Besides, I had little doubt
that before the day was done I�d get to try them all on for size, so to
speak, so did it really matter which one went first?
Pen was next with a 50-50 chance between Steve and Mick. Knowing that Steve
seems to prefer his women at either the extreme low or high end of the age
brackets, I was happy for him when Mick�s name was unveiled leaving Jen by
default for Steve. Again, he�d probably be dipping his dick in all four of
us before we got our clothes on again but I knew the guys were more focused
on their first partner than the other girls.
At this point we were all still fully dressed and given that the initial
pairing had been decided, everyone sort of looked around and then it was if
an unspoken command was given and we all started to undress virtually
simultaneously. Soon the four of us were stark naked. Looking around, I
quickly took inventory...
First, the obvious things... Julie and I were the only ones shaved - male or
female. Had I been asked to guess ahead of time, I would�ve bet that Jen was
mostly hairy while Pen would be trimmed neatly. Jen was around the same age
as my mother and aunt. They, and other women I�ve known in their age
bracket, grew up with hairy pussies and I know my mom especially could never
bear to shave hers off. I would be willing to bet that 90% plus of the women
I know over forty, even many of those in their mid to late thirties, have
most of their pubic hair intact. Well, Jen was in that other 10% as she was
trimmed down to nothing but a small �V� above her pussy while Pen, who I
would�ve expected to have a similar style, won the trophy for the hairiest
pussy although she DID trim it down pretty low.
Other than that, we pretty much covered the spectrum in terms of body shapes
and boobs. As for me, I was somewhere in the middle in most categories. By
no stretch of the imagination did I have the largest boobs - Pen and her
fakes took THAT prize without a close second. Julie had such a small frame
that even though her boobs weren�t physically the biggest, when taken in
proportion to her body they looked much bigger than they actually were,
creating an optical illusion that made was likely a B cup if you looked at
the tag on her bra into what looked more like a C or a D.
As for the guys, I could tell that despite their outward macho behavior they
were all checking out each other�s junk. Considering a guy has zero control
over the size of his dick I always get a kick out of how much emphasis they
place on cock size. It seems so silly as I would bet if you took a poll of
all women that most of them would tell you it really doesn�t make a heck of a
lot of difference to them. Oh sure if it�s a monster or a dwarf then that
means something but for the typical, run-of-the-mill dick, they all pretty
much feel about the same once they�re in you. In my opinion the only time it
matters is when I�m giving head as then you can really tell what size a guy
is - and yet another time when overly large is NOT the most desirable
attribute in the world.
That said, three of the four dicks pretty much fell into the mainstream. I
also noted that all four guys were circumcised. Over the years I�d had a few
guys who weren�t cut, maybe more than I know if you take into account the
parties where it was hard to keep track of who was in you and who wasn�t, but
overall I confess that I prefer them cut. Maybe it�s more because some guys
simply don�t practice good hygiene. Regardless, once they�re erect and in
you, it doesn�t make any difference anyway. Again, it�s mostly the blowjobs
when I really care one way or the other.
I said three of four... Then I noticed Dwight, at apparently the same time
as the others based on the soft gasp from Julie. Damn, the guy missed a
stellar career in the porn business! If you ask most guys what size their
dick is, I can guarantee almost all of them will reply with something at
least one or two inches longer then they actual are. Then there�s always the
�shrinkage� copout, even when it�s 110 degrees out. But if Dwight was to
claim that his dick was a good eight inches, I would have said he was being
conservative. Nine inches? Maybe even ten? Heck, he wasn't even erect yet!
That brings me another point when it comes to dealing with cock size - the
erection process. Like, who really cares what size a guy is when he�s
flaccid? The only good thing about a limp dick is the promise it holds.
Face it, the best dick is a hard dick and an small erect dick wins my vote
over a long soft one every time.
One odd thing I�ve noticed over the years is that the larger a man is when he
is flaccid, the less he tends to expand when he gets erect. Like I�ve had
guys with dicks maybe only a few inches long when they were soft that
practically pushed their way down my throat after I start sucking on them to
get them erect. Also, the smaller dicks seem to get stiffer which is a
selling point for those who like HARD dicks (like me). When a guy whips out
a huge soft dick I find myself often more than a little disappointed when it
only grows a little bit and never even gets stiff enough to stand up on its
own. While the little guy is pointed up to the ceiling like a rocket about
to take off, the big guy is just hanging out there like some sort of firm
sausage. Oh well, every girl has her own version of what makes for a good
dick so I�m just giving my two cents worth. In any event, it�s rare to come
across a dick like Dwight�s so I was already looking forward to giving it a
test drive if nothing else.
Steve leaned over, gave me a quick kiss and headed straight for Pen who had
sat back down in her chair in anything but what her mother taught her was a
ladylike pose. Her legs were wide apart in a manner exactly how every little
girl�s mom teaches her NOT to sit. She was cupping her huge boobs in her
hands, bouncing them like melons as she waited impatiently for my fiance.
Unfortunately (or fortunately?) I didn�t get to see what happened as at that
very moment Matt stood in front of me with one hand on his dick slowly
stoking himself.
�So Kelly, do you want to suck my dick first or are you going to watch it get
hard from me just staring at your incredible body and then fuck you?�
Well, it was a unique approach, I had to give him that. Ironically I had to
think about my answer for a moment. On the one hand I LOVE sucking on dicks
but then on the other, sometimes it�s nice just to fuck like rabbits without
any fanfare or even foreplay. What the heck, I could always suck a guy�s
dick whenever I wanted but it�s not that often you get the chance to JUST be
fucked. That may sound strange but if you think about it it�s true for most
girls. Even if I don�t suck their dicks first, guys always want to at least
grope a little, rub my boobs, try to play with my pussy, maybe even eat me
out. Even if it�s just a little kissing and playful groping, there�s always
SOMETHING. That�s right... think about it and you�ll agree with me.
�Cool, let�s do it,� I finally responded, strolling over to the hot tub.
Unlike my parents� tub this one was built into the ground like a miniature
swimming pool, more like the type you see at a hotel. It was circular with
decorative ceramic tile lining the sides and top. I sat down, feeling the
sun-warmed tile warm on my bare butt. Swinging around, I dropped my legs in
the water and then leaned back on my hands with my legs spread wide apart.
Matt watched me and quickly assessed the situation. Realizing what I wanted,
he climbed in the tub and stood on the submerged seating area that went all
around the interior. Whether by design or happy coincidence it put him at
the perfect height to where his growing cock was right at the level of my
crotch. He started to reach for my knees, probably to get his balance as he
went down on me but I moved them away quickly.
�Nooooooo, no touching.... I just want you to fuck me Matt,� I teased him,
wagging my knees in and out to show him my pussy and then hide it from him.
Matt looked a little confused so I tried to explain myself more clearly, �You
asked me and I said for you to fuck me and that�s exactly what I want... JUST
fuck me. No touching, no kissing, nothing but your dick in my pussy, got
it?�
Matt just shrugged his shoulders with a �What the hell why not?� look. I
mean, isn�t that what every guy dreams of - dodging the foreplay and getting
straight to the sex? He grabbed his dick by the base, limed it up with my
pussy, place the head of his dick at the entrance and started to push it in
me. Thankfully the entire scene was getting me hornier by the second so I
was plenty wet for him to get it in me easily without much trouble. It
didn�t hurt that when I looked over I saw the other three all engaged in some
form of sexual act. It seemed that nobody else was waiting to do any
foreplay either. The heck with kissing, we all just wanted to fuck!
I gasped as Matt�s crotch pressed up against my own as his dick was now fully
engulfed by my tight pussy. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to feel him buried in
me although when you got right down to it, it wasn�t necessarily HIS dick
that felt so good in me, it was the fact that A dick was in me. Sometimes it
matters more WHOSE dick is in me, such as when my dad is fucking me or my
fiance. Still, most of the time what really matter more to me is WHY a guy�s
dick is in me. For example, when a married man has in dick in a pussy
besides his wife for the first time since they said their vows - and that
pussy is mine, then THAT means something to me.
Then there were even those times when it�s WHAT was in my pussy that sets the
tone - but we won�t go into my �dog days of summer� past. Just say that
there�s that special feeling I get when something unique is fucking me,
something even a little taboo like a young boy�s dick.
Put that all aside and you have what I had right now - just a dick in me.
Matt, so far as guys went, meant nothing to me. He wasn't family, he wasn�t
a lover or even a cheating husband. He wasn't anyone strange or taboo. This
was sex in its purest form, just a make penis in a female vagina. This was
sex for the sake of physical pleasure only - and Matt wasn't doing a bad job
of it either!
Over at the tables someone was cumming as I heard a high pitched cry of
ecstasy. Something along the nature of a dozen or so �Oh my gods�, mixed in
with �Fuck me� and �Give it to me harder�. OK, so it was all rather clich�
but people actually say this crap!
Meanwhile Matt was pumping away in me, splashing the still water in the hot
tub and bringing the surface to a froth. I wanted so bad to rub myself, to
play with my clit and cum quickly but it was like a point of honor to keep my
hands away, just as Matt was keeping his on the edge of the hot tub on each
side of me to keep his balance. The only parts that were physically touching
between the two of us was his dick and my pussy.
Not surprisingly as it was his first fuck of the day, Matt didn't last all
that long. �Mmmmmmm, fuck yeah,� he grunted as he started to cum in me long
before I was anywhere near getting off myself. He let the first couple of
loads of sperm loose inside of me and then he pulled out and the rest of his
warm cum sprayed all over my lower stomach and pussy.
�Damn that was fucking hot,� he huffed as he plopped down on the tub next to
me, his spent cock already starting to droop. Hopefully it would rise again
with some of the same speed that it was showing now when it came to
dwindling.
I looked down and slowly spread his cum over my stomach with my fingers like
it was lotion. Then I slipped down into the hot water and washed it off
before it could dry and cake on me. Little streams of coagulated cum spread
out over the surface, slowly falling to the bottom of the hot tub where
hopefully the filter would grab it before someone got in and found it all
over them - been there, done that, not the coolest thing in the world.
�Thanks Matt,� I said with a grin, rubbing my pussy with hot water to clean
it off. Now THAT felt pretty good too!
Having punched his score card so far as I was concerned, Matt was already
looking around for the next piece of, stroking himself again with one hand as
he walked away from me. Well, what do you expect when you�ve just been
fucked for the sake of fucking, an after-sex cigarette?
Chapter 4 � Two for One�s
=========================
After each of the men had cum we regrouped for the next round. Pen was
toying with her pussy with a coupled of fingers, pushing Steve�s cum out of
her and the scooping it up and licking it off her fingers like she was
cleaning the bowl after her mom had made cookies. She looked at me and at
first I thought she was going to offer me some but she was just teasing me
and if anything, made even more of a show of eating it once she knew she had
my attention.
Julie looked to have taken a full load on her face, not to mention her hair
but she didn�t seem as inclined as I would�ve been to wipe it off but rather
wore it like some sort of badge of honor. Jen must have taken her load on
her boobs as she was rubbing it over them with both hands, one on each boob
as if it were suntan lotion. Hmmmmmm, I appeared to be the only one
relatively clean of sperm at the moment but then I was the only one who had
gone into the hot tub for sex while the rest had remained on the tables and
chairs.
�Well, that was certainly a great way to get things rolling, everyone agree?�
Dwight proclaimed after we all were seated again. Everyone sort of just
nodded and smiled, especially the guys. I know at least one of us girls had
cum but I wasn't sure who although the glow beaming from Pen�s face would
have lit a room.
�It would be nice if we had all day to try out various combinations and such
but as I warned everyone while planning this, Jen and I have a soccer match
to be as in a few hours and you parents know how that goes. So how about we
try something to get more people involved all together?�
The rest of us, Jen included, looked at each other but nobody was offering up
any ideas so it was left up to Dwight who seemed to relish his role but time
was wasting away causing his wife to give him a playful poke and he got the
message.
�Alright, alright, so here it is... the gals all lay on their backs next to
each other over there on the big table, the guys start out with their own
partner and the one on the end flips over this timer I stole from Jen�s
kitchen drawer.� He lifted up a little old-fashioned egg timer with salt in
it that spread from one globe to the other when you flipped it over. Each
time the timer ends we move over one and the next guy on the end starts the
timer over. If a guy cums he has to drop out - along with his partner, until
only one pair is left and then we all get to watch the finale.�
OK, so it was something different which made it pretty cool for me. Sort of
like a sexualized version of musical chairs. It wasn�t like anyone else had
anything else to offer so we girls got up, went over to a large stone table
and laid out some beach towels under us. Then we laid down tight up against
one another far back enough so we could rest our feet on the edge of the
table. Then the guys got into position. Steve and Matt were firm and ready
but Mick and Dwight were still stroking.
�Hey, that�s not fair,� Julie protested, �The old guys aren�t even hard yet!�
After she said it she covered her mouth with both hands, embarrassed a bit
but everyone understood what she meant, even if poor Dwight looked a little
embarrassed himself at his half-hearted erection.
�Sorry... I didn't mean to say it that way,� the poor girl looked like she
might even cry but Jen sat up and looked over her way, trying to calm her
down.
�You know, she�s right,� Jen observed, �Dwight, why don�t you go down and see
if she can't help you out a bit and even the playing field? I think an
eighteen year-old should be able to get that perked up pretty quick, don�t
you think?�
Being Julie was on the end, it made it easy for Dwight to move over and stand
to the side of the table while Julie turned her head and took his dick in her
mouth and started sucking on it like a baby on a pacifier. Sure enough, in a
few minutes between her sucking on his dick and his fondling her boobs he
swelled right up like a trooper.
�Ah the wonders of modern medical science... and teenager mouths,� Mick
observed, having stroked himself to a full erection in the meantime.
The it was my turn to register a protest.
�I think the guys need to give us a little attention before they just start
fucking us, don�t you girls?� Everyone looked at me and while I had their
attention it was obvious I didn't have their understanding.
�Why don�t we see which guys eats pussy best first... and THEN they can fuck
us after we cum?� I proposed. It only seemed fair to me as odds were at
least one of us wouldn�t cum otherwise this time around.
Nobody seemed to protect, least of all the guys although I wasn't seeing any
open signs of revolt from the female side of the room either. I wasn't
trying to be smart-alecky or anything, I just wanted my pussy licked and what
could be better than several guys licking it one after the other?
Steve proposed that the guys all line up with their previous partner to
start, using some lame excuse about �transitioning� but I knew what his real
agenda was. Steve was about as homophobic as they come and it was so soon
after the first round that we all had cum still in us, especially me. Steve
HATED cum - if he even got his own on him by mistake he acted like hot acid
had been poured on him until he washed it off. The idea of having to lick a
pussy dripping with another man�s cum must have been driving him crazy from
the moment I had first proposed it. I hadn�t really thought about that or I
wouldn�t have proposed it but now I could as least support my poor anti-gay
fiance.
Matt returned to his earlier position - between my legs, as I leaned back on
my elbows and propped me feet on the edge of the table, lifting my ass up
just enough to give him a good clear view of my pussy. Although I had washed
myself off, I knew there were still remnants of his last load in me and that
if I pushed hard enough I might get some of it to squeeze out but something
told me he wouldn't exactly appreciate such a move so I behaved myself.
Dwight announced that it was to get started and matt dropped his head down
with his hands under my butt, lifting me up to his mouth like I was a giant
piece of watermelon. He plunged his face into my crotch, going directly for
my pussy hole with his tongue. I could feel the bridge of his nice against
my clit as his tongue probed into me, apparently oblivious of what was
lurking just inside. I wonder if he knew the pressure his nose was putting
on my clit was actually feeling better than his tongue as it tried to wiggle
inside of me - but without a lot of success.
My head leaned back and I closed my eyes as I focused on the feeling of my
pussy being licked and kissed. Matt was OK, but definitely eating pussy was
not his string suite. It didn't matter all that much as being as horny as I
was it didn't take much to drive me over the edge as my hips bucked into his
face while I groaned with the ripples of pleasure that were coursing through
me.
Soon I could hear all the girls sighing and moaning as each of them was
treated to the pleasure of having their pussy licked. Personally I would
have been just as happy to get in a circle and do the next girl down the line
while the guys watched as I had no doubt they would do a better job than poor
matt but this was a party where WHAT we did was almost as important as
anything.
Matt was followed by Mick, the Dwight and finally Steve. By the time Steve
arrived I�d cum twice (Mick was by far a total novice when it came to female
oral sex) and my pussy was soaking wet, well clear of any remaining cum by
now.
�What are you waiting for?� I teased him as he seemed to hesitate. More
likely he was just catching his breath but I wasn't giving him any quarter.
Steve wasn't nearly as much into giving as receiving when it came to oral sex
and lucky for him, I was more than happy with that arrangement. If I really
wanted my pussy licked then I preferred going to a girl for that anyway.
Still, it wasn't like he was anything like Mick - at least he knew how to
make me cum.
And cum he made me... twice in fact. It didn't hurt that he was y fiance
either as I always enjoy being eaten out by someone IO know more so than
strangers.
Once a full round had been completed, Dwight stood up and wiped his face off
with a handy towel. He asked if we girls had had enough for them moment -
with his eyes fixed on me, the troublemaker. Hey, I was happy but I didn't
know about the others. Everyone seemed anxious to get to the fucking again
so I shut my mouth and didn't propose anything more like that
With all the guys now ready, they positioned themselves and then Dwight
counted down from three and all of them pushed their dicks into their
partners pussy. I felt Steve�s inside of me and compared it to having Matt
in me a few minutes earlier. Had I closed my eyes and not known who was in
me, physically there was little, if any difference. Still, there was
something about having my future husband in me that was far more satisfying.
With everyone now coupled, Dwight flipped the timer and they all started.
�OK now, no cheating... full strokes only, none of this half-way shit,�
Dwight called out like a referee. �And keep up the pace - we don�t have all
day.�
I could feel Julie on one side of me and Pen on the other as we had lined up
by age. Their warm nude bodies felt so smooth and soft against mine. I laid
one hand on each of their upper thighs as we all were fucked by our husband
(or soon-to-be husband in my case).
Before I knew it Dwight was calling out to switch. Damn, that was one fast
egg- timer! I wonder if he had doctored it to remove some of the salt in it
so it would drain faster?
Dwight came around to replace Matt while the other three just moved down one
girl. This time is was Mick�s turn to run the timer and as soon as we were
all filled once again with a dick he flipped it over and the fucking resumed.
Once again Matt was in me and once again I compared him to my fiance who was
now fucking Pen and her massive boobs. Yeah, it was good but definitely not
AS good. I wondered if it made the same difference to the guys or was a
pussy a pussy and it didn't really matter whose? Hmmm, something I would have
to talk to Steve about some time...
Once again the timer quit WAY too soon in my opinion and none of the guys
seemed close to cumming. I was starting to wonder if the frequent starts and
stops might make this drag on a long time. I mean, it was kind of fun but
face it, once the novelty wore off this wasn�t exactly the sexiest activity
in the world.
The third round was about to begin and who was in front of me but Dwight with
that monster dick. I�d heard Julie crying out in a bit of pain when he had
first entered her and now when I looked down and saw that python of a snake
about to enter me, I drew a sharp breath and prepared for the worst. Held it
about half way up, aligning the massive head with my pussy. Thanks god he
wasn't the first. After having been fucked now by three guys (OK, two of
them was the same guy), I was wet and loose. Actually, when he started
pushing there was a momentary sharp feeling and then it was more like I was
being pushed apart than anything else. Then with one more hard push he was
in me, well, almost all the way but close enough. Oh yeah, now THIS was a
different dick! It was midway through the third round when Steve started
groaning. He was fucking Jen now and I thought to myself oh god, he�s
getting off fucking the MILF! Then he just grinned at me and gave the thumbs
up as he continued to hump her - but without the accompanying sound effects.
Bastard! He was just teasing me.
Then without warning I felt Dwight�s rhythm change and he thrust himself hard
into me, causing me a little pain as he pushed in too deep.
�Oh crap!� he groaned as he came inside of me. Now THIS was a surprise. I
actually would have put money on Dwight being the last guy standing given the
difficulty he had getting it back up again. Then again, who knew how much
Viagra he�d taken before we came over.
�Dwight! How could you?� Jen complained as Steve pulled out of her. And so
we were down to three.
I had a lot of confidence in Steve. He could go sometimes for like forever
without cumming in me. The boy had staying power, I had to give him that.
So imagine my surprise when just moments after he started fucking Julie my
loving fiance, the guy who could go on and on, started cumming. It figured,
the young one got to him. Crap, it wasn't like she was THAT young.
�Oh Steve, you�ve GOT to be kidding me,� I groaned.
Poor Steve, he could barely even look at me. To think he came in third
place... out of four! I never would have called that one.
Eventually Matt was the winner and so he got to cum in Julie as the climax
(sorry for the pun) of the event. From my perspective, who cared? It was
first place or no place so far as I was concerned.
Chapter 5 - Anything Goes Gangbang
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We were down to where things would have to end in about a half hour at the
maximum so nobody was really in the mood for anything cute. The time had
come for some good old-fashioned fucking. Poor Dwight, he was pretty limp
and I didn't think even another blowjob by Julie was going to help at this
point. Mick was recovering much better than I had expected as was Steve.
Matt... well Matt probably had another two or three loads left in him before
that well ran dry.
�C�mon Steve, let�s DP Pen... she loves it,� I heard Mick say to Steve.
Pen was actually sitting next to me. She had heard them just as I had and
she leaned over to whisper to me, �Crap, looks like I�ll be sitting sideways
in the car going home.�
We both giggled but then I wasn't so sure how much she was kidding. I HATE
anal sex and DP�s even more. OK, I�ve done them before but that didn't mean
I liked them.
Meanwhile, Matt seemed interested in the opposite age range as his wife,
heading for Jen with that unmistakable gleam in his eye. That left me, Julie
and Dwight. Well, Dwight�s dick didn't look like he was going to be making
any progress anytime soon. I don�t mind sucking on a soft cock so long as it
stiffness in my mouth - actually I LOVE that feeling. But sucking on a spent
dick that has no chance of recovering is sort of a lost cause.
So that left only one viable option so far as I was concerned. Julie.
Taking a seat next to Julie, I put my arm around he and hugged her close as
we watched our guys fucking other men�s wives. Steve and Mick were having
quite a time with Pen. For all her minor complaints, she sure hadn�t
protested one bit when after climbing on top of her husband�s dock she leaned
over and let Steve stuff his cock up her ass. Well, I was glad it was her
getting him that way and not me! Meanwhile, Jen was doing a little riding of
her own on a dick young enough to be her son�s.
�How does it feel to watch your husband fucking another woman?� I asked Julie
as I gently touched my fingers to her perky breast, running little circles
around the nipple. She was apparently too busy keeping an eye on her husband
to notice.
�I really don�t mind, we�ve never been exclusive since we started dating,�
she said softly. Yeah right. Something just didn't seem right but then I
had other things on my mind than how she dealt with her husband�s lustful
endeavors.
Reaching a little more around her, I cupped her breast in my hand as I leaned
down to kiss the side of her neck. God she smelled so good!
�Ummmmm, Kelly... what are you doing?�
I guess it never even dawned on me that any girl involved in swapping might
NOT be a little bisexual.
I leaned over further, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking gently on it
while playing my tongue over the tip.
�Kelly... please don�t.�
I sat up and looked at her but kept my hand on her boob. �Don�t you like
girls Julie? You HAVE been with a girl before, haven�t you?�
Julie nodded vigorously and answered, �Oh sure, plenty of times. I just
prefer boys... is that OK?�
Damn, stuck with an old guy with a spent dick and a hot teenage girl that
only wanted sex with boys. Now this was turning into one heck of a swap!
Well, that left just one option. I wasn't about to force Julie into anything
she wasn't comfortable with and as much as I LOVE sucking cock, sucking a
soft dick wasn't my idea of how to finish the day. Looking over at Steve and
Mick, I made an executive decision. Walking over to where Steve as still
fucking her ass, I tapped on Mick�s head.
�Sorry guy, this girl needs to be fucked and Steve can take care of your wife
so that leaves YOU.�
Pen look at me and started to say something but I put my fingers on her mouth
and shushed her. �Sorry, but stop being selfish and share!�
It took a little rearranging but soon Mick was set free leaving his wife
leaning over the table with my fiance back in her ass again. I sat on the
edge of the table and motioned for Mick to move in. If he was holding a
grudge for me pulling him away from his wife he certainly wasn't showing it
as he quickly inserted his dick where it belonged, at least for the moment -
in my pussy.
As Mick fucked me for the last time that afternoon, I saw Julie and Dwight
sitting off to the side watching. Well, Julie could be having her pussy
licked pretty damn well by now if she had really wanted it so I wasn't
feeling sorry for her. Poor Dwight was a different story though. I waved
him over and he came up next to Mick.
�C�mon Dwight, let me see what I can do with that monster,� I encouraged him.
I laid back and let Mick put my legs up over his shoulders as he held my
thighs while he fucked me. That left my head on the table at the other side,
in perfect position for Dwight to dangle his dick down into my open mouth.
It was like lowering a worm down into the water but this was no little worm,
that was for sure.
I started to suck on Dwight�s dick. Damn, even when soft it was bigger than
most any dick I had ever sucked. I�d had a few giants in my day and his was
right up there with them. Even though it wasn't erect, it was so large and
thick that it almost passed for a mild erection.
As I sucked on Dwight, Mick eventually filled me with my last load of cum for
the day. This time I was playing with myself and actually came twice in the
process. While Dwight never did get to cum again, I like to think I made his
last moments memorable - they were for me.
It was time for Dwight and Jen to get ready to get their kids. They
apologized for having to cut things off but then we all knew the rules before
we started so it was fine with all of us. I could have done with a good
shower - or even a dip in the hot tub to wash off but we needed to get going
so I just threw on my clothes as did Steve. We all hugged and then left for
our cars - or truck in the case of Steve and me.
�So did you cum in her ass?� I asked Steve as we drive away.
Steve just grinned at me so I continued, �Don�t you dare ask me to suck that
thing until you shower, got it buster?�
Steve laughed but he knew I was serious. There aren�t a lot of things I wont
do sexually but anything to do with assholes is off limits - especially ass-
to- mouth. Nope, won�t do THAT!
Chapter 6 � Back Home Again
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Back at my place Steve came in with me. Kristi was there to greet us, asking
all sorts of questions but I brushed her aside, telling her I needed a shower
- badly. All that did was elicit even more questions but I just shook my
head and told her she would have to wait until later for any details.
Steve followed me up and we showered in the bath tub together. First things
first - washing that dick off. By now Steve was in high gear yet again so it
began to harden as I scrubbed it but THAT would have to wait a few more
minutes. My second priority after getting him cleaned off was scrubbing
myself down - especially my hair. Somehow along the way I�d gotten someone�s
load in my hair which I discovered on the way home as I tried to comb my
hair.
Once we were clean it was straight to bed. Part of my agreement to do this
sort of stuff with Steve was that anytime we had sex with other people, we
had to come home and make love first thing. Yeah, I know it�s �just sex� but
still, it WAS sex and no matter how you try to depersonalize it, it was
someone else my fiance was fucking. That was OK but before he went to bed he
was going to always get a reminder of who really deserved that dick - ME.
Later that night as I lay in bed with Steve�s dick still in me, I smiled to
myself and squeezed down just a little on it, feeling that reassuring feeling
in me I get whenever his cock is inside of me. It�s like I�m totally his,
completely his, only his.
Sure swapping is fun but nothing beats making love with the man you love!
THE END