My First Swingers' Party
written by:
Jillbaby

MY FIRST SWINGERS' PARTY

Copyright © 2014 - by Jillbaby.

This is one of the many sexual adventures I experienced as I was introduced to adventurous sex by a boyfriend called Brian. This was my first taste of swinging.

Back then Brian was twenty-seven and I was five years younger. He was single and handsome in a conventional way: short, curly fair hair and a broad, masculine face. He stood just over six feet and he kept his slim body in shape with regular gym work-outs. His blue eyes radiated charm, yet even on our first encounter I noticed how they could occasionally darken with determination. He certainly knew what he wanted and usually got it.

I was immediately taken by his charisma. Beneath his carefree self-confidence I sensed a powerful aura of sensuality which drew me to him. When we met I had been without a boyfriend for a while and was rather desperate for a fuck. So we ended up in bed on our first night together. A few weeks later Brian moved into my flat and I began to follow his guidance into a sexual world previously unknown to me and which was to change my life.

I've had a strong sexual appetite since my early teens and had enjoyed plenty of sex before Brian. However that experience was just the normal one-on-one with men. Until I met him I had never experimented in unorthodox and swinging sex. He had a wonderful enthusiasm for life that was very hard to resist.

He was a free-lance photography and digital technician and did editing work for photo and video agencies. I was out of work at the time and one day he suggested that I consider the idea of doing sexual modelling. I thought it was a crazy notion and immediately rejected it.

However as time went on and he introduced me to swinging sex my attitude changed. As my inhibitions faded, the idea gradually became less unimaginable and the sexual experiences with him definitely changed my attitude about work in adult entertainment.

There's no doubt that judged by normal standards, Brian was kinky about sex and one of his pleasures was sharing me with others. But he always wanted me to be enjoying myself and never tried to force me into anything that I wasn't happy about.

My initiation into the swinging scene took place at a party. Prior to that I had already enjoyed my first "foursome" with Brian and two of his male friends when they stayed over one weekend. But that had been the extent of my experience of group sex.

The party hosts were Cindy and her husband Dan. I had never met them but they were known to Brian through his swingers' network.

Brian was very generous and keen on buying me sexy clothes. For the occasion he asked me to wear a red blouse with a deep, plunging V-neck made more revealing by a half-cup platform bra that showed off most of my breasts. I added a black velvet choker to balance the extent of bare flesh.

The short black pleated skirt barely covered the lacy tops of my black seamed stockings held up by a matching garter belt. The combination of a tiny black thong and the short skirt meant that most of my ass was on show if I bent forward a little.

Before pulling on black open sandals with five-inch spike-heels I re-checked my smoky eye shadow and black liner and applied hot-pink lipstick. When I walked in the shoes, which could never be very far, my hips swayed and my boobs bounced gently.

As I looked in the mirror I was very uncomfortable with how much of a slut I looked but Brian laughed it off and reminded me that the other woman would be dressed in a similar way. Although I was no prude, I had never appeared in public dressed in anything so provocative. But as I imagined the effect on men, a frisson of sexual excitement replaced my embarrassment.

I hadn't found the courage to ask very much about what might go on at the party. As he drove there, Brian calmly explained how for swingers, sharing partners for sex was considered to be perfectly natural and didn't involve any emotional attachments.

"Just let yourself go with the flow," he persuaded. "You have such a fierce sexual appetite that it's a shame not to use it. But remember, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to. These people understand that no means no, so don't hesitate to say if you feel uncomfortable about anything."

I nodded doubtfully and he went on,

"I've brought a camcorder...just in case you get into any interesting situations that I might be able to use to get you an audition with a modelling agency."

That made me even more nervous,

"You mean you're going to film me if I'm...if I'm fucking someone?" I asked in shock.

"Sure, why not? You wouldn't have to act for porn filming...you get so turned on and cum so easily that it would look far better than the unconvincing acting that you see in so many porn DVDs."

God, he was really determined to get me into the porn business but at that time I was still far from being convinced. Sensing my uncertainty, Brian chuckled,

"Look, just see how you get on tonight. If you don't enjoy it we'll forget all about swinging and modelling...how's that?"

I was silent, still absorbing the fact that Brian expected me to be fucked by someone else that night and maybe even filmed as well. Then he gave me even more disturbing news,

"Ohh, by the way...since it's your first visit, you might have to go through some kind of stuff...a bit like an initiation to a club. They'll want to test you and see how hot you are if you're to be invited back."

I felt a fresh surge of anxiety,

"But what kind of things...?"

My question was interrupted as we pulled up at a large detached house set back from the road.

"We're here," Brian said. "And please don't worry...you'll be fine...trust me."

We were welcomed by Cindy, a tall striking blonde. Although appearing to be in her mid-thirties she had retained her shapely figure shown off by a short clinging white dress. When I was introduced she slowly looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on my cleavage. I'm familiar with the feeling that a man is undressing me with his eyes but it was the first time I had experienced it with a woman.

She smiled approvingly and introduced me to her husband. Dan wasn't particularly handsome; tall and lean with thick dark brown hair going grey at the temples. His crisp white shirt with one button undone was tucked neatly into slim-fitting black chinos. He looked at me in a hungry, assessing way that made my heart flutter.

Cindy led us into a living room. It was spacious with various sofas and armchairs spread around. There were about twenty or so other guests, a mixture of men and women. They mostly looked to be older than me - in their thirties or early forties perhaps. There was one young woman and Cindy led me to her saying that Pauline would look after me. Brian wandered off to talk to people he knew.

Pauline seemed nice and friendly. She was a little shorter than me; a trifle plump but had curves in all the right places. Her short curly fair hair framed an oval face. Her brown eyes sparkled as she told me she was twenty and had got to know knew Cindy recently.

As we chatted, I sensed that she was eying me up in a sexual way. She kept complimenting me on my blue eyes and auburn hair. I was suddenly feeling rather nervous. Brian hadn't mentioned girl/girl action and I had never been with another woman.

I gulped down another couple of glasses of wine. Since I was normally a light drinker they went to my head quickly and I began to relax. Pauline led me around and introduced me to some of the guests. I was flattered by the interest they all took in me. However I felt a little uncomfortable at the way some of the men, especially one called Phil looked at me. He eyed my body openly as if he couldn't wait to get his hands on me. We stood in a group talking for a moment or two and whenever I looked at him he was staring down the front of my revealing blouse.

There was a buzz of excitement in the room but whenever I got near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversations they seemed to die into sudden silences. This happened several times and my worries flared up again. What was going on? Several of the guests kept looking over in my direction. Were they talking about me? As my concern continued to mount I helped myself to another glass of wine.

Pauline seemed very popular with the others. I saw her laughing as one of the men put his arm around her and fondled her breast. The way she just smiled at him suggested to me that he had done it many times before and that she was happy with it.

Eventually, Brian approached me and led me to one side,

"Now don't panic, Jill, at what I'm going to say. We have a tradition here that when a new guest arrives she leads off the evening by taking part in a little game to get the action going. It's a way of them getting to know you...if you get my drift..."

My pulse started to race,

"I...I don't know...what'll I have to do?"

He kissed me gently,

"It's just like a strip-tease but you don't have to do anything...they will take your clothes off for you."

He explained that there would be a kind of raffle where the winners would take off items of my clothing. The money paid by the participants went to a local charity for disabled children. He stressed that it was a good cause and a bit of fun for the guests. Each person would draw a card from a bag and among all the blanks there were ones marked with each item of my clothing except stockings and shoes.

"No...I don't think..." I started but he interrupted me,

"Come on Jill, don't be a prude...you know you have a beautiful body...all you have to do is stand there and look ravishing."

I felt trapped. There was no way I could get out of it without letting Brian down in front of his friends,

"Okay..." I murmured reluctantly, "But my thong stays on."

"Fair enough," he said soothingly.

He whispered to Cindy, she nodded and called out,

"It's time folks."

Brian took the empty glass from my hand and guided me to the center of the room where a long, low table had been placed. The guests were seated or standing around it. Cindy announced,

"I'm happy to say that our new friend Jill is going to take part in our usual collection for the charity."

There was a ripple of applause and I was aware that I was blushing deeply.

Dan stepped forward to take me by the arm and I trembled.

"Help her up onto the table," Cindy commanded.

Dan and another man each took an arm and helped me up onto the coffee table so that I faced the group.

This is crazy, I thought. There I was, teetering on my stilettos on the low table, glad that the two men were holding my hands for support. In that position my long stocking-clad legs were exposed almost to my crotch by the short skirt. I felt like some drunken slut showing off in a nightclub.

People were commenting quietly and there was an air of anticipation. I had totally lost count of the glasses of wine I had drunk but they must have calmed me. I was surprised to feel a moistening in my pussy despite my concern.

Cindy smiled at me and told me to relax,

"Who's drawn the card for her blouse?"

To my relief it was a woman who stepped forward. This should be straightforward, I thought. But I was wrong.

Looking up into my eyes, she took her time. It seemed to go on forever and each action was heavy with eroticism. She reached to sensuously stroke her fingers down my cheeks and on the soft skin behind my ears. Easing the blouse from my waistband she used the opportunity to smooth her hands over my upper breasts where they were pushed up by the low-cut platform bra.

As she trailed one long manicured nail down my cleavage, she whispered,

"Lovely breasts, Jill."

The scent of her hair filled my nostrils as she slowly and deliberately undid the buttons until the blouse fell open and was completely removed. Perhaps noticing that my legs were trembling, Dan gently but firmly took me down from the table and sat me on it. Cindy stood above me and tweaked the strap on my bra,

"Who's the lucky one to take off this fine sexy bra?

I remembered having chatting earlier to the man who waved the card for my bra and he smiled charmingly as he knelt before me. Instead of undoing the clip, he eased the bra over my breasts and up to my neck. My nipples sprang to attention as people pressed forward to watch.

Then the proceedings moved up a notch. To my surprise he cupped my breasts in his hands.

I didn't consider this to be part of the deal. Although there was a burst of pleasure from my nipples, I gripped his wrists and managed to pull his hands away.

He leaned forward and I felt a sensual jolt as his soft warm lips closed around a raised nipple. My first instinct was to stop him but I ignored it as pleasure surged to my clit. My mind was spinning. I felt as if I was in a pleasant sexy dream.

When I made no move to push him away I gave myself the excuse that my hands were being used to grip his; but really I wanted the pleasure on my nipple to continue. I did half-heartedly lean back to draw my breast away but his mouth followed me and I gave up. My fingers slackened and released his wrists.

That was the crucial turning point.

I'm sure that, as Brian had promised, I could have stopped things there and then. But I gave up any ideas of modest behavior and surrendered to my slutty body. I had a strong notion that I was going to be fucked senseless and my heart was fluttering wildly.

My clit had been shouldering with arousal but now it burst into full erection, thrusting against the silky fabric of my tight thong. My pussy walls were flooded. I was intensely aware of all the eyes gazing at me and when I saw Brian focusing his camera I closed my eyes in shame.

However, I quivered with desire as the man stroked and sucked my breasts. Okay, what he was doing was merely something that I had enjoyed hundreds of times. But having it done in public with a total stranger seemed to be intensifying every erotic sensation.

Finally the man undid the clip and removed my bra, giving my saliva-coated nipples one last stroke with his fingers as he did so.

When a man came forward to remove my skirt I was surprised that I no longer felt any embarrassment. Instead, I was suddenly unbelievably horny. That was probably an early sign of the pleasure in exhibitionism that's now part of my nature.

I was asked to stand and I did so, my arms hanging submissively at my sides and my eyes closed. As he reached around my waist to undo the catch he pressed into me and I felt the line of a hardon against my hip. When the skirt was loosened he knelt and eased it down very slowly, pausing to let his fingers stroke the strips of pale flesh above my stocking tops. When he ran them down my legs as the skirt was lowered, I gave a shiver of lust.

I felt his warm breath on my stomach and then when the skirt reached my ankles he lowered his head and breathed hotly through my thong. It gave me a sensual shock and my legs almost buckled. I felt a sudden worry that the crotch of my thong would be soaked and I wondered if he was staring at it. God, he would probably smell my arousal.

When kicking off the skirt I took the opportunity to sit down on the low table clad in black stockings, suspender belt and thong. I was still wearing the black satin choker and it occurred to me that it probably added an erotic touch to my semi-naked appearance.

I expected that to be the end of the game but a shock awaited me. I jumped when I heard Brian's voice in my ear. As I gazed up at him he said,

"Jill...thanks for being a sport. But I've another favor to ask. I told them that you don't want to remove your thong..."

He paused nervously and then went on,

"But Dan has offered to contribute a large additional donation to the charity if you let him take it off."

I looked around me at the smiling faces. It was bizarre; they all looked so pleasant and well-behaved and yet this was a swingers' party. I felt that I was really being put on the spot. I was sure that my refusal would make me look a selfish stuck-up bitch in their eyes.

Brian gave me his best charming smile and whispered,

"Come on Jill... just let yourself go and enjoy. The money really does go to the good cause."

"Okay...okay," I told him breathlessly.

Brian signaled a thumbs-up and my heart was thumping as Dan stepped forward and looked down at me smilingly,

"Why don't you lie down," he asked softly.

I could see Brian with his camera just behind him. I lay back on the cold hard surface of the narrow table with the edge under my buttocks and my feet on the floor. Dan knelt and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my thong.

Slowly and deliberately he drew it over my thighs and down to my ankles. He had paused when my shaved mound came into view. I had started removing my pubes at Brian's suggestion. Keeping my thighs pressed together, I raised one foot after the other as he disentangled it from my high heels.

Then Dan started to gently draw my legs apart and I stiffened my legs to resist him. There was silence as people crowded around to have a view of what was happening.

I still had time to stop this. But why was my body responding so strongly? Why was my pussy so wet? Blood was surging through my veins and my heart was pounding so hard that I was struggling to breathe.

Somehow I found the strength to continue to keep my thighs closed. But that was all I was able to do. Still kneeling and abandoning his attempt to open my legs, Dan put his hands under my thighs, raised them and pushed them back towards my breasts. He pulled my hips towards him until my ass was on the edge of the table and my pussy was at his mercy. Even with my thighs pressed together, their drawn-back position stretched my inner lips open.

The back of his hand brushed my thigh as he fumbled to release his pants and then I felt his stiff prick easing between my folds to press against my slit. I shuddered with excitement. I had abandoned any notion of resisting. I was ready and very willing to be fucked. I don't think I was any longer aware of the people around me.

My pussy was flooded and yielded easily to his pressure. Dan's cock slid in smoothly and I moaned softly with delight. My walls clutched his hardness as he thrust steadily. The backs of my thighs pressed against his chest as Dan leaned over me supporting himself with braced arms. I was no longer aware of discomfort from the hard table as he sank into me; only delight from a hard cock in my pussy.

As he glided in and out, holding my hips for leverage he began to move with more urgency until he was pounding me and I could feel his balls slapping my buttocks on each stroke.

Sadly, it wasn't long before Dan's hips jerked rapidly and the hot spurts deep inside me told me that he had cum. He quickly pulled out and moving to the other end of the table, stood over me, his still erect penis dripping cum onto my face. He lowered his sticky prick to my mouth. Still on a sexual high I shamelessly parted my lips and sucked it clean.

As he stepped away I was rudely brought back to my senses as I looked up at the people around me. Judging by their smiles they had enjoyed the show. As they moved away talking among themselves, Brian lowered his camera and gave me a thumbs-up before helping me to sit up,

"You were terrific," he enthused. "I told you that you would respond to whatever they thought up ...you're a natural hottie..."

I was too shocked at what an easy lay I had been to say anything as Brian led me to a large couch. The soft leather felt cool against my skin. I closed my legs and covered my breasts with my arms in an instinctive but futile attempt to cover my nakedness.

Wondering what the others were up to I look around me. The previously normal get-together of a group of well-behaved men and women was turning into an orgy. It seemed that my performance had been the starting point of the evening's activities.

Around the room, naked or partly clothed couples were kissing and groping. A few feet away, a man was kneeling in front of an armchair, a woman's legs round his waist as he fucked her. His firm ass rocked and quivered with each thrust. I was still struggling to accept that people could treat sex like a sport and swap partners at will when with a sense of shock I realized that I had just done that.

I was asking Brian to fetch my clothes when he whispered to me,

"Just enjoy yourself, Jill...I know all these people and can vouch for them...you've nothing to worry about...just have fun...and I don't think you've cum yet anyway."

He was right and as I watched the couple fucking only a few feet away I realized that I was still very horny,

"But...but are you sure we should be doing this?" I said.

Brian didn't reply as Cindy and a man I had spoken to earlier appeared beside us,

"Jill, you've met Steve haven't you? Have fun. I'll bring a few more over later," she said breezily.

She took Brian by the arm and they walked away.

Steve stood beside me looking down at my body. I had felt very embarrassed while being publicly stripped but this situation felt even worse. The fact that he was fully clothed while I was naked made me feel like a whore. I was about to get to my feet and dive for my clothes when he dropped to his knees, grabbed my shoulders and eased me onto my back.

He unclipped my stockings, drew them off and started to lick me. Obviously I had been licked many times by lovers but this guy was something else. Starting at my throat, his lips and tongue seemed to cover every inch of my skin. They never paused for even a few seconds at any one spot but kept fluttering onwards in tantalizing waves.

My flesh tingled and sent sparks of sensual pleasure to my brain. I had never experienced anything like it and couldn't believe that the soft, open-mouthed kissing was continuing so long.

I suddenly remembered Brian telling me that some swingers specialized in specific ways of making love and perhaps this was Steve's thing.

I tensed in anticipation when his tongue danced over my shaved mound. But my clit received only a passing flicker of delight as he skirted my pussy lips and kept going down each leg to my toes. I knew that my pussy would be leaking some of Dan's semen by now and I wondered if Steve drew the line at licking another man's cum.

I wriggled happily while he sucked at my toes. When he started back up the inside of a thigh I found myself drawing up my legs and wantonly spreading them, willing him to attend to my pussy and clit.

This time when he reached my shaved pussy lips he began to suck gently around the edges and I pushed my moistness at him. I had been really turned-on by Dan's fuck, and with this additional treatment I couldn't remember when I had last been so desperately horny. With my eyed tightly closed I had forgotten all about the others including Brian and his camcorder. My whole being was fixated on that incredible mouth.

I groaned and writhed in passion, wanting to wrap my legs around his head to force him to make me cum. I gasped as I felt the first delicate flick of his tongue against my spongy clit and for a second I thought that I was going to cum there and then.

But his touch was as light as a feather as he began a slow rhythmic licking. Unashamedly I started to buck my hips to meet his tongue but he suddenly stopped lapping at me. I gasped in frustration, straining my pussy towards him. Then I heard the sound of swallowing and I realized that he was probably clearing his mouth of the leaking cum and juices.

He started to suck on my clit in earnest. I could clearly feel the distended gland swelling between his lips and I knew I was about to explode. My body stiffened, my hips thrust up spontaneously and I plastered my spasming pussy to his open mouth. I screamed as his lips and tongue lapped my squirting juices. My orgasm was short-lived but sweet and savage in its intensity.

As I lay recovering, it dawned on me that after the initial push to lay me down, he hadn't touched my body at all with his fingers.

Cautiously I opened my eyes aware that my scream was bound to have attracted attention even with all the other sexual activity going on around me. I was correct.

As Steve sat up to take a breather, a naked man drew him away and took his place. It was Phil, the guy who earlier had been eying me up so blatantly,

"Hi Jill...you seem to be enjoying yourself."

He spoke as if we were old friends just about to enjoy a coffee together. Quite frankly I didn't even think of resisting. There didn't seem to be any point after having been fucked twice already. I seemed to have lost my grip of reality and was being swept along on a tide of sexual abandonment.

Phil knelt between my outstretched legs, holding his cock firmly at the base. As I gazed at him he slid the head between my still-tingling lips several times and took it away again. I looked down in surprise to see that it was smeared with leaking cum. Then very slowly he pushed the head of his cock past my slippery opening.

As he guided his hard cock into me I heard murmurs of encouragement. Opening my eyes I realized that several people were grouped around watching and Brian was busily filming me.

I closed my eyes again as Phil proceeded to fuck me vigorously. My orgasm had eased my arousal and I began to feel guilty and depraved. However his cock was hard as it glided in and out. He maintained a perfectly steady rhythm. That's something very important for a woman's enjoyment of a fuck. I was surprised at how quickly my pussy and clit began responding again to the smooth powerful strokes.

It was beginning to look as if swingers were damned good at their favorite sport.

People pushed in around the couch to join in. Then my breasts were being sucked and fondled and a man was pushing his tongue into my mouth. All thoughts of moral behavior were wiped away as my greedy body kept responding. I was being taken to a completely new height of sexual euphoria.

Various nerve-centers took turns to send signals of pleasure flashing to my brain. Then they all started to work together in one pounding, demanding hunger deep in my pussy. I was moaning into the mouth of the man kissing me and my hips were thrusting up to welcome the stud still fucking me. Instinctively I had wrapped my ankles around his neck.

Phil must have finally been approaching orgasm and increased the speed of his thrusts, making me give little yelps of pain/pleasure. It felt as if he was penetrating the core of my body. I was being fucked senseless by an expert, except that he wasn't bothering to touch my clit.

When he came, it was without fuss. He was silent apart from a satisfied grunt as I felt the warmth of his spunk flood into me. Despite his fucking and the caresses from other people I hadn't cum but I had certainly been aroused again and I was frustrated. When he pulled out and swung off me the people who had been touching me moved away, no doubt to do some of their own fucking.

I needn't have worried about being left unattended. Steve the great licker was next. He had been very patient.

I had only experienced three fucks in quick succession from different men once before. It had been recently with Brian and his two friends. I remembered how surprisingly good it had felt and found myself looking forward to the third fuck of the afternoon. I definitely wasn't a good girl anymore. In fact I was a horny slut.

Phil didn't hang about and I allowed myself to be pulled up into the doggie position and the couch swayed as he crawled behind me. Strong hands held my hips pulling me onto a rampant cock. His thighs and balls slapped against my ass as he rammed his dick into me. This was just what I had needed.

I was pleasantly surprised when he patted my clit in time with the thrusting while his other hand fondled a breast. As his oral skills had shown, he was very attentive to a woman's needs. At that angle his dick rubbed against my G-spot with each entry and that combined wonderfully with the touches to my clit.

My pussy was as thoroughly aroused as I could ever remember. Intense pleasure washed over me and my heart raced as I drew in short quick breaths. I was panting like a bitch in heat as I knelt there being fucked.

I suppose it was inevitable that someone else would want to join the action. I felt annoyed at having my concentration disturbed as a man knelt before me on the big couch and presented his hardon to my mouth. On my knees, I needed both hands to support myself against Phil's lunges. When I made no move, the newcomer impatiently grabbed my hair and rubbed his cock along my lips.

That was the first time I had felt any rough treatment from the swingers but strangely the pain in my scalp merged with my pleasure. I opened my mouth and he thrust his cock in. I could taste pussy juice on his stiff rod and knew that he had recently enjoyed a fuck.

I like to give a blowjob when allowed to concentrate on what I'm doing. But at that moment all my attention was on my glowing pussy and clit. The best I could do was to let him fuck my mouth. I pursed my lips tightly around the shaft, curled down my tongue and let him slip in and out over it. I hoped that he would be experienced enough not to push in too far.

The sensations from Steve's attention to my clit were almost unbearable; every touch and tweak sent waves of bliss through my body. My seemingly insatiable cunt pulsed uncontrollably and squeezed his cock as it impaled me.

I kept thinking that I was going to cum for a third time. But every time the pleasure soared to a peak, it suddenly eased and I drifted back into the mindless enjoyment of a good fuck.

Then I became aware of Phil grunting,

"Oh yes...oh yes...oh fuck yes..."

His cockhead strained against my cervix and flooded it with cum. When he withdrew I suddenly felt weak and flopped onto my stomach. The man I had been sucking was left with his damp cock swaying in the air.

I was exhausted and my memories of what happened for the next half-hour or so are vague. I was rolled onto my back and I have a confused recollection of hands, mouths and cocks pleasuring me while I writhed and moaned. I'm not sure how many had fucked me before I was brought to my senses by a sharp pang of pain as someone tried to stick his cock up my ass.

I hadn't experienced anal at that time, and wasn't prepared to allow it even in those crazy circumstances. I reached down and pushed the invading cock away,

"No, not in there," I grunted.

"She's fucking flooded," complained the man on top of me.

Someone intervened,

"She said no... stick it in her cunt like the rest of us," he ordered.

I touched my pussy. It was indeed gaping and leaking copiously and I realized that there was a sticky pool under my ass. Then my fingers were eased aside and a man drilled his cock into my flooded pussy.

I had been in some kind of sexual trance and the incident with my ass brought me back to my awareness of detail. There was so much creamy semen in me that his cock squelched with each entry. I could feel a frothy goo run down my ass-cheeks as his dick forced it out.

Although I felt a dull, aching need, my pussy had become less sensitive and I reckoned that I was sexually worn out. But I received a surprise. I felt the fresh warmth as the guy shot his spunk deep inside me and as he came he rubbed against my clit. That sensation was the delayed trigger for the pressure that had been building up in me from my extended fucking.

My pussy contracted rhythmically, milking his cock and my whole body shuddered in the throes of my third orgasm. As I melted into a quivering climax it was a welcome but strange release - almost painful in its sharp intensity. I heard myself utter a high-pitched scream and my nails dug into the palms of my hands.

I was dimly aware of the man withdrawing from my throbbing pussy and climbing off me. I couldn't see any sign of Brian and guessed that he had gone somewhere with a woman. I was left alone for a while as I lay with my eyes closed, recovering from my fierce orgasm.

When I opened them and looked around, I saw various scenes of fucking. Most of the swingers were now naked. Once again I was struck by their relaxed and uninhibited attitude. But it didn't seem to affect their enjoyment and I kept hearing groans and moans of pleasure.

A few yards away, dressed only in her panties, Cindy was on her knees sucking a man's cock. A woman with her back to me was leaning over an armchair and being fucked from behind. When she turned her head I realized that it was Pauline.

Then Cindy noticed me looking around. She let the cock she was sucking plop free and walked over to me,

"Are you alright?" She asked in a caring tone. "I'll show you where the bathroom is and you can freshen up."

Sensing that I was very conscious of my nakedness, she handed me a silky robe to wear. I couldn't help wondering how she could have happily watched her husband Dan fuck me earlier. As we walked I asked if she hadn't minded.

"Oh no," she chuckled. "Dan and I love each other and sex with others is just part of our everyday enjoyment"

As I had a wash and a pee I wondered if I would feel jealous when I saw Brian fucking another woman. I was pretty sure that I would.

When I came back downstairs Brian had reappeared and he rushed across to give me a kiss and a hug. I decided not to ask him where he had been. Just as we began talking, Cindy clapped her hands and called out,

"Ok, Jill's recovered. Now for her final welcoming treat," she called. "Come on girls, let's get the toys."

Several women appeared around me and Brian whispered urgently,

"Don't panic Jill ...the women are going to fuck you now. Just relax and enjoy...it has nothing to do with being a lesbian...just another sexual experience."

By then I felt too drained to even consider resisting. I couldn't imagine that I would be capable of being turned again after what I'd been through. As I sat down again on the big leather couch all I wanted to do was relax.

I inhaled a mixture of perfumes from four women and soft fingers were stroking my hair as they gathered around me. My robe was removed and they sat me up on the couch with a woman on each side of me. Another two sat on the floor in front of me as some of the men gathered round to watch.

Cindy reached into a red silk bag and laid out several vibrators of various shapes and sizes as well as a dildo and a big tube of KY jelly.

I had used a vibe since my teens and the ones on display looked similar. However the dildo was new to me. It was an almost perfect replica of a penis, complete with raised veins and bulging head but looked much thicker than any cock or vibe that I had experienced. I looked at it with its thick ridged glans, thinking that thing will never go into me. I felt my pussy and sphincter tighten at the idea. It looked menacing and yet strangely tempting as if it were a real big hard-on.

I heard some quiet discussion from the observers about whether the women could make me cum again. I realized that I was going to be part of another display and despite Brian's assurances, I felt very uneasy at the idea of women playing with my body.

I was eased forward to the edge of the couch and resignedly I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I decided to try to imagine that I was with a lover and to relax and enjoy whatever was going to happen.

I heard buzzing and then jumped from the sensation of a cold object being pushed against my slit. I craned my neck and looked down in time to see a medium-sized vibrator being slipped smoothly into my wet and sticky pussy. My clit was still resting and I didn't feel much sensation from the vibe.

There were more humming sounds as other vibes were switched on and then the women were working on all my erogenous zones. At first they left my clit alone. Of course my breasts were an obvious target and the nipples sprang to life obediently. But I was intrigued by how the women directed the vibrators at less obvious places that men might tend to overlook - behind my knees, the insides of my thighs and the soles of my feet.

At first the feelings were pleasant and soothing and I totally relaxed. But that soon changed.

They were so skilful that my whole body steadily became a mass of quivering nerve ends. Sensual tingles spread up my spine and through my belly to my clit which began to respond. These women knew their stuff. When I took a peep I saw that they were stroking each other as well as me. A tall woman was leaning over me, sucking my breasts while her pussy was being finger-fucked by a man.

Then Cindy called out,

"She's nicely warmed up for the big one."

I looked up to see her waving the big dildo,

"Do you think you can take it Jill?" She chuckled as she smeared lots of lube over it.

"I...I don't know..." I gasped.

"Don't worry Jill; after you've had this bad-boy up you, you'll realize what you've been missing."

I was too far gone to refuse but vowed to tell her to stop if it became painful. I closed my eyes and felt the smooth round head of the big dildo push gently at my slippery slit. Instinctively my pussy ring tighten defensively but no attempt was made to force in the toy.

The women were clever and took their time. As before, I was being skilfully kissed, my breasts caressed, and my clit stroked. I began to feel slightly delirious from the relentless sensual pleasure. Every inch of my body was tingling. If it hadn't been for my previous orgasms I was sure that I would have climaxed ages ago.

All the time, the dildo was pressing gently but persistently against my opening. As my body responded to the wonderful stimulus it was receiving I relaxed and my pussy ring was stretched wider and wider by the large dildo. Suddenly I felt the strange urge that can grip women when they're highly aroused - the need to be penetrated and filled.

Without any conscious effort I pushed against the dildo; my inner lips yielded to the large slippery head and I felt it plop into me. God it felt huge and for an instant I tensed up and felt discomfort. But as Cindy edged the thick shaft inch by inch into my cunt the walls magically stretched and gripped the dildo welcomingly. I felt tingles of pleasure in my clit.

Finally the dildo was pressing firmly against the stretched roof of my pussy. She slowly withdrew it until just the huge head was inside me and then started fucking me slowly and steadily. Although my pussy was being strained to accommodate the toy, the sensation quickly changed from discomfort to intense pleasure.

After that it all became a blur of erotic sensations. Egged on by the men the women were all over me. Their scented silky hair brushed my face and body as they worked on me. I could also smell the musky odor of aroused pussies as their naked bodies slithered around me.

I floated in a trance of voluptuous pleasure, giving the occasional long deep moan. Hands and vibrators were stroking and fondling my breasts, legs and stomach. My G-spot area was being stimulated as the dildo head passed over it. I was on a high, as if I had taken some powerful mind-enhancing drug.

I trembled and jerked as they worked on me. This ecstasy was far beyond what any single lover could ever achieve. Yet wonderful as it was, it lacked the personal togetherness of a fuck with a lover. However I wasn't complaining. I have a vivid memory of the few brief moments before I came yet again.

My shaking and bucking intensified and I was moaning and whimpering in wanton abandon. I must have made a very erotic spectacle for the viewers. Then as both nipples were being sucked, a vibe touched my swollen clit. I arched my back and my body went rigid as an enormous pre-orgasmic flash of pleasure hit me. Sensing that I was about to cum, Cindy fucked me rapidly with the dildo and my moans changed to shrill screams.

It was my first-ever rolling, multi-orgasm.

Long rippling waves of pleasure swept through my pussy and belly again and again. Each was different from the single spasm of a normal climax; less intense but still powerful. I tossed my head from side to side and writhed on the damp leather as my body jerked and convulsed. I was no longer aware of where I was or who were doing those things to me. I don't know how long it went on but while it lasted it seemed forever.

Eventually my shudders stopped and my screams faded away. My body relaxed and blissful release took over as the women moved away. I was utterly exhausted, emotionally and physically. I remember being concerned about how weak I felt after the sensual intensity I had experienced. When Brian cradled me in his arms I almost wept before sinking into a stupor.

When I recovered I asked Brian to take me home and he smilingly agreed. There were only a few people lounging around in the room and no sign of Dan or Cindy. Brian explained that they would be upstairs in the bedrooms enjoying themselves with the others. When I was dressed, Pauline appeared and we asked her to convey our thanks to our hosts.

Brian was buzzing with excitement as we drove back and he kept telling me how even the experienced swingers had been impressed by my sexual responses,

"Just wait until you see the footage I've filmed," he said, "You'll really like it."

I wasn't so sure and expected to feel embarrassed when I saw myself being fucked. However he had certainly been right about my enjoying group sex. It turned out that he was also correct about his filming.

When we settled down to watch it the following night I did start to feel embarrassed at my wild performance. But gradually I found myself being really turned on despite the strange sensation of seeing myself in the equivalent of a porn DVD.

One thing was sure; from that evening on I was totally hooked on group sex and the amazing pleasures it could bring. I didn't need any further persuasion from Brian to participate in the sexual adventures that followed. THE END By Jillbaby.