"Sex Charades" by Jillbaby

SEX CHARADES

We had just finished breakfast and my live-in boyfriend Brian was opening his mail. I heard him grunt in surprise, "Something interesting?" I asked.

"It's an invitation from Steve to one of his sex parties."

Steve was a successful and influential agent in the adult sex market and Brian was friends with him through his work as a photography processor. I had met him when we were invited to a swingers' club where Steve was a member and he and I enjoyed a steamy session without it going all the way.

Brian scanned the letter.

"Oh, it's going to include charades and sex games and we all have to dress up for it," he said. "Maybe you could go as a French maid?" He suggested with a chuckle.

"Mmmm," I said. "And what will you be? An English butler?" I laughed.

I was only twenty-one then and had enjoyed a very active sex life since my early teens. I had met Brian a few months previously and up to that point it had involved only normal one-on-one action with men. He loved to share me and under his guidance and persuasion I was discovering the heights of orgasmic pleasure that can be achieved from group sex. That had involved swapping partners and being fucked by more than one man at a time.

I had never realized how wildly my body could respond to the attentions of several hands mouths and cocks. Now I seemed to be horny all the time and thinking about what the next experience might be. As I thought about the invitation I was caught between nervousness and arousal. My clit gave a little quiver and my pussy began to moisten.

As usual, Brian sensed my horniness. It was a Saturday morning just after breakfast and we were both wearing only robes. He pushed mine open as I stood beside him; his hands cupped my naked breasts and he lowered his mouth to them. "I need a taste of your tits," he muttered.

His lips opened and took in a nipple and the surrounding areola into his mouth. He sucked deeply and my clit swelled. My hands cupped his head, holding him against me as his mouth drove me wild. He released that one and moved to the other, alternately licking and sucking.

My breathing quickened as he continued to lick and suck. He held me pinned to the door by my upper arms thwarting my urge to reach for his cock. I could only hang on to his elbows as his mouth licked and nibbled its way up to my throat. He arched his back and I pushed against him, eager to feel the hardness of his cock against me. After gently sucking at the sensitive flesh around my collarbone he made his way to my mouth again.

The heavy breathing of two horny people looking for satisfaction was the only sound in the room as I closed my lips on his tongue and sucked. He groaned and his tongue fucked my mouth as I sucked. I wanted his cock inside me there and then. Sometimes we played a game where we'd tease each other until one or the other would give in and beg for what they wanted. Often, the longer we waited, the better the orgasm. But the thoughts of what might happen at the party had left me with a sense of urgency. I was too worked-up for games.

"Fuck me, Brian," I moaned as our mouths parted.

We looked at each other as he released my arms, drew off our robes and stepped back a little to allow my hands to touch him.

"Ahhh Brian," I moaned as my hands found his cock. "Mmmm, so hard."

I could feel the mushroom shaped head against my palm. It was hot, hard and slick with a drop of pre-cum. I bent down to lick it off and held his hips as I opened my mouth around his cockhead. It was so satiny and spongy against my lips in contrast to the hardness of the shaft jutting out behind it. My tongue bathed the underside and circled it before I sucked it gently into my mouth.

Kneeling, I dipped my head lower, taking more and more of his cock into the hot, wetness of my mouth. I flattened my tongue and licked the underside.

"Suck it."

His hips thrust to meet me as I obeyed and his erection pulsed in my mouth as I sucked. For a moment we were out of synch. Gently Brian held my head still and began moving his rod in and out of the suction created by my mouth as I held still. His thrusts were shallow at first but became deeper in a reflex response to the sensations. I moaned around him, knowing he could feel the vibrations as he probed my mouth. My pussy was aching to be filled but I couldn't stop licking and tasting him, lapping up the moisture leaking from the tip.

"Oh yeah," he groaned.

His hips were moving faster and I knew he was getting close as he suddenly pulled all the way out. He was breathing hard and I watched his cock bob before my eyes as he leaned over me. It was fully engorged, the veins standing out on the saliva-slickened skin. A dribble hung from the arrow shaped head.

"Bend over," he demanded.

He knows I love doggy style. I turned to the table and bent over supported by my hands and with my legs spread. Holding his erection Brian moved in behind me and I felt the muscles of his thighs against me and then the hot length of his swollen flesh against my pussy.

I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers and then the tip of his cock sliding between the outer lips of my pussy. With my face and forearms on the table, I pushed back my ass to give him easy access. That slow slide-in of a hard cock is one of my favorite sensations. Brian knew it and always made it good for me. He pushed just the head of his cock until it plopped in and my hot wet pussy opening clamped down to grip it around the rim. He held it there without moving and I increased the pressure by working my pussy muscles. I heard him groan and then he slowly pushed all the way in. The bulging head bumped my cervix as he finally bottomed out.

"Yeeess," I grunted.

He pushed in tight behind me; I felt his balls touch me and he began to move. My pussy tingled and I continued to squeeze him, increasing his pleasure and my own. After a couple of slow thrusts, he stopped and put an arm around my stomach. His hand cupped my mound and he spread my pussy lips apart. He began brushing his fingers over and around my clit. "Do you like that baby?" he asked as he felt me tremble.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. "Make me cum."

His fingers moved faster. He rubbed them down the sides of my clit, making it even harder and feeling the tension in my body increase. He could feel my pussy walls clenching on him as he teased my clit. He knew just where to touch and how much pressure is needed. In a moment, I felt my orgasm approaching.

"Mmmmm... Yeah, touch me there. Ohhhhh yeah," I moaned as his finger stroked me. "Yes, yes, yes," I whispered.

My knuckles were white on the table as I held onto it. My pussy was beginning to spasm around Brian's erection and I thrust myself back against him,

"Make me cum," I begged, even as my climax hit.

I shuddered against him, cumming hard around his cock. He released my clit as the waves of pleasure spread and my pussy clamped down hard on his cock, squeezing it tightly. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and slammed his dick in and out of me, intensifying my climax.

"Oh, fuck that feels good," he groaned as he pounded into me.

He had held himself back when he could have cum but this time, he was giving it all to me. I pushed back to meet his thrusts as he drilled his cock into me over and over again.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

I knew he enjoyed a little dirty talk, and with my orgasm over, I gasped,

"Are you cumming in my pussy? Are you filling me up with it?"

I squeezed with my pussy on the pounding cock,

That's it...fuck me, Brian...your cock is so big..."

I felt his cock expanding and knew his cum was boiling up.

"Yeesss," he hissed as he pumped me full of his cream.

I could hear the squishing with each thrust as I filled. He held my hips still, his fingers biting into my skin as his cock jerked with each spurt. His breathing was harsh and then I heard him give a chuckle of satisfaction. I looked back over my shoulder at him. His brow was damp from the exertion and there was a light sheen of sweat on his chest.

"Mmmm, that was nice," I whispered as I felt his softening cock slip from me as Brian pulled out.

I turned and we grinned at each other,

"And that's before we even go to the party..." he chuckled.

We went to a fancy dress shop to hire our costumes. We knew that more daring outfits were available online but we didn't have enough time for that before the event. I was sure that many costumes from those sites would be worn at the party. After browsing for a while, we chose two that went together.

Brian's was a New York policeman's blue uniform complete with badges and a peaked hat. I was his captive. My very short dress and a matching hat were in American convicts' blue stripes. It had a full-length zipper which pulled down from the throat by a temptingly large circular disk with the word "guilty" in large black letters. The package included black, thigh-high hold-up stockings and a flimsy pair of plastic handcuffs. I would wear my own black strappy stilettos to complete a rather mixed outfit.

We spoke a lot about the upcoming party as the weekend drew closer. We were both curious about what shape the party might take. We were pretty sure that the games would lead to lots of fucking.

Then the day arrived and it was time to get ready. We'd agreed to avoid sex for a couple of days so that we would really be ready. I didn't tell him that I had played with my pussy a few times in the shower, but managed to avoid cumming. So, I was very horny.

I tried a new hairstyle; I worked my long hair back into a braid down my back. It was one I had noticed on the actresses in porn vids where the idea is to avoid long hair falling over their face and hiding the view when they were giving head. In the past I had used a ponytail but that came undone too easily with energetic fucking. I was still naked when Brian came out of the shower,

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Mmmm," he murmured appreciatively as he put his arms around me.

He smelled sexy in the cologne I'd given him for his birthday and I couldn't resist running my hands over his broad chest. I hadn't put on any lipstick yet so I pulled his head down for a kiss.

"You feel good," I told him as his arms pulled me closer and I felt his soft thick cock press against my belly.

When he rubbed his lips against mine, opening my mouth for his tongue, I responded eagerly, already anticipating the evening to come. My hands roamed down and cupped his still damp balls. I could feel his cock awakening and stirring against me.

"Jill," he said, a warning note in his voice. "What about the party?"

"I just want an appetizer first." I smiled.

I dropped to my knees and lifted his cock. It was about half-hard, beginning to stick out away from his body. I love the feel of a soft cock growing hard in my mouth and I held it in my lips.

"You're going to get me worked up," he groaned as my tongue stroked the head. He gripped my head and made a half-hearted attempt to pull me away from the grip of my lips around his cock.

I let his cock out and murmured,

"I just want a taste," before engulfing the head and a couple of inches of rapidly firming shaft. I swirled my tongue around it, using one hand to cup his sac. I massaged the heavy balls as his cock quickly reached its fully engorged length. He allowed me to suck for a few seconds before he pulled away decisively.

"We've got to get ready to go," he said as he pulled me to my feet. Unless you'd rather stay here and let me fuck your brains out."

"No, we'll go," I gave him a grin reached around to pinch him on the ass and finished getting ready. As usual I didn't wear a bra and despite the shortness of the dress, I chose a flimsy black thong which the slightest bend brought into view - the narrow band disappearing between my firm ass-cheeks. There was no point in attempting to be modest tonight. The taxi dropped us off just after the appointed time of 7:30. I was of course covered by a coat for the journey. The big mansion was set at the end of a driveway and well lit by spotlights. The front door was festooned with fake cobwebs and large black spiders. It looked very festive.

Brian rang the bell.

The door was opened by Steve's wife. She was dressed as a Greek Goddess in a long white dress in folds with a plunging halter-neck bodice; and gold sandals. It was only when she moved that I saw that it was split to the hipbone up one side. The material was translucent and I was pretty sure that she was naked under the dress.

Rita was tall and slim, only a year or so older than me and so a good bit younger than Steve - the typical trophy wife, I thought, cattily. There was something about her that oozed confident sexuality. Her long red hair fell in waves past her shoulders. Its tousled appearance was the result of clever hair styling and yet hinted at having just been done by an energetic lover. Her lips were full, her blue eyes wide and frank.

She ushered us inside,

"You should know that it's all very liberated at these parties," she cautioned. "People are free to approach you with sexual suggestions but of course it's your choice as to how far you take it. For example, a woman can't be offended if someone waves his dick at her."

She paused to grin at me,

"As if that would ever upset you, Jill..."

Thanks, bitch, I thought.

"The main party is down here. But if they want to, people can move upstairs for a bit more privacy. I know this is your first time; there's no shame in saying no to any suggestions or moves. Some people have reasons for not wanting to get involved and we don't hold that against them. Everyone is here to have a good time and you can always leave whenever you like and no one will be offended."

She ushered us across the hall, through a spacious living room where people in fancy dress were mixing, and out to the patio. A table was laden with finger foods and Steve was pouring drinks. He was dressed as Dracula complete with grey-white paint on his hands and face. Behind him there was a coffin-shaped container filled with ice and bottles of wine, beer and soft drinks bottles. He waved us over and winked. I shivered as his dark brown eyes ran over my invitingly displayed body.

"Jill, Brian...what's your poison?"

Brian got a beer for himself and we made small talk while Steve blended a margarita for me. When he handed the cold frosty glass to me, his contrastingly warm fingers managed to stroke mine for a few erotic seconds and he gave me a meaningful smile. I had no doubt that a fuck with me was on his list of, 'things to do'. At least he didn't rush things. The evening was still pleasantly warm even though the sun was down and when Steve left us, we stood out there for a few minutes watching other couples arrive.

A cute little blonde came in dressed as a pirate. Her short skirt was tattered at the hem and her top was a cropped half-open shirt tied around her midriff. She had a patch over one eye. Her companion was also a pirate and quite dashing. His bare chest and arms were muscular and he had a tattoo on one shoulder. I couldn't decide if it was fake or real. The outfits were pretty varied. Some men were dressed in Super-Hero gear while most of the women were dressed as if from the pages of sexy lingerie catalogs.

We saw a Superman hugging a beautiful princess in a see-through dress. I noticed a tall willowy woman done up like a burlesque girl. She wore nothing but nipple tassels over plump breasts and a tiny G-string. Of course, the showgirls always wear skin-colored tights under theirs but I could see from the circles of flesh at the tops of her thighs that she wore only hold-up stockings. I jokingly nudged Brian to stop him staring at her.

As more people arrived, the patio became a bit too crowded. We filled our plates and made our way back inside. We sat down to eat our snack and to Brian's obvious delight a couple of scantily-clad harem girls joined us at the table. The little that they wore was composed of pale green see-through gauze - a tiny mask, and matching bra, panties and anklets. It seemed there were plenty of people declaring themselves ready for action! One of the girls asked Brian if she could play with his gun. When she ran her hand over his crotch, we knew she didn't mean the one in his holster! We heard Rita calling those on the patio to come indoors and the large room began to fill. Steve clapped his hands to get everyone's attention,

"Welcome everyone. Our house is your house this evening. Tonight, we are going to celebrate the joys of living and all of the fun-things we can do until we're six feet under!"

He held up his glass in a toast,

"To the pleasures of the flesh!"

After we had all joined in the toast with a sip from our glasses, he continued,

"We have some games planned but feel free to suggest better ones if you have any ideas. The games might seem familiar but we've given some a new twist. If you find yourself needing more privacy, there are plenty of bedrooms." He paused for effect,

"But just remember that there are no locks on the doors."

He took a bow to applause and laughter. Rita began circulating among the costumed guests, complimenting people on their outfits. The harem girls had left for the patio and we had finished eating when she reached us.

"Fancy some games?" she asked.

She explained the various games about to start. There was a big table for traditional strip poker and she had set up a Twister mat in one corner of the room. That should be fun with the skimpy clothing of many of the guests, I thought. She said that in the room next door people were playing Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle. However, the game I found most interesting was a variation of Musical Chairs that she said was taking place in an upstairs room. She explained how it went. The idea was to throw two people together for as much sexual activity as they fancied. As music played, the participants walked around a line of chairs set. However, when the music stopped, only the men sat down while the women had to find a man's lap to sit on. There was a long pause while the couples "got to know each other" and had some fun. Whenever the music restarted everyone rose and circled the chairs again. A big difference was that no chairs were removed. The result was a constant changing of partners and those who didn't manage to find a chair or a lap could at least watch what the seated couples were up to.

"Do you fancy playing?" she asked.

"You bet!" Brian said enthusiastically.

When I asked if she took part, she gave a secretive smile,

"No, Jill, I prefer to be more discreet, so you may find I have disappeared later on. However, Steve likes to show off, and enjoys the game...so don't be surprised if you see him sucking some woman's tits."

She gave us directions for the room and moved on majestically in her white robe. We looked over at the Twister mat but the game had only just begun so there wasn't much to see yet. I noticed that the practically naked showgirl was taking part. She must be quite an exhibitionist I reckoned, thinking of some of the positions she would be in. We stopped at the strip-poker table but again with it just starting, no one had removed anything interesting yet so we got fresh drinks and headed upstairs. There were about twenty or so people already there but the musical chairs game hadn't started. I noticed the harem girls and saw Brian's eyes light up.

Eight chairs were set up in a line. I could see that depending on how long the gaps in the music lasted, there could be a lot of interchanging of partners. The judges, a man and a woman, introduced themselves, explained the rules and told everyone to take their positions as the music was about to begin. They looked to be in their early fifties. The man was dressed as a Roman soldier and the woman as a nurse.

I nervously looked the men over as we began circling the chairs. Couples separated and I noticed some women changing position to get beside a man that they fancied. I spotted Brian pushing his way in beside a harem girl. The music seemed to go forever as the judges teased us by keeping us shuffling around. I wasn't sure what the costume of the very tall man in front of me was meant to be. We were in luck with our position when the music suddenly stopped and he pounced on a chair. I saw that he was wearing a Superman outfit. I decided that I had better pick him and I just managed to make my move before another woman beat me to it. I sat cautiously on his thighs with my legs to the side. He promptly put an arm around me and drew me closer, sideways against his chest, my legs still dangling to the side. I hooked an arm around his neck for support.

I suddenly conjured up the image of a little girl sitting on Santa's knee and I had to suppress a nervous giggle. "I haven't seen you here before...I like your prisoner's outfit," he said, "I'm Don." Close up, his eyes were almost green and looked searchingly into mine. His body looked and felt tight and hard and I could see why he had chosen the skin-tight Superman costume. I suspected that it was maybe a size too small and the tight fit over his crotch didn't do anything to disguise his attributes. I could feel the distinct outline of a fleshy, semi-hard cock against the underside of my bare thigh. I could understand why the woman who had seen him from the front had nearly knocked me over in trying for his lap.

"Are you having fun?" he asked.

I smelled whisky on his breath as he confidently stroked my stomach with the hand around my waist,

"Well..." I said cautiously, "I've never played this version of musical chairs before, have you?"

"Not since college," he chuckled. "And then we just laughed and tried to hide our hard-ons after a girl sat on our laps. I missed it at the last party here as I went for the strip poker."

In the warmth of the crowded room I had lowered my zipper a little. His free hand went to the "Prisoner" tag and casually eased it farther down. Most of my breasts were in view as he peered down but I made no attempt to cover up. "Are you game for some fun?" He whispered.

The drinks had calmed my nerves but now I felt a surge of panic. I wasn't really sure what was expected of me and despite all the hints I didn't know how far people would go and what would be accepted behavior. I took a quick look around. It seemed that every couple was kissing and groping. The people who hadn't obtained a seat or lap were watching eagerly and some of them were necking also. Brain had managed to get a seat and I wasn't surprised to see him kissing the woman on his lap. I had seen her earlier dressed in a plastic version of a South Sea Islands grass skirt and coconut-shell bra. I noticed that his hand had disappeared under her skirt. Don was still holding me tightly around my waist and his free hand suddenly grabbed my braid, pulled my face to his and fastened his full lips over mine. I resisted for a second and then allowed his tongue to tease open my lips. He licked at my inner lips and when my tongue met his, he sucked it in. As our tongues lapped together, he managed to reach my zipper tag with the hand of his encircling arm. Before I could react, he had my dress open to the waist and his hand was cupping a breast. Instinctively I reached for his wrist and tried to break the kiss. However, he held my head firmly and sucked gently on my lower lip. My fingers could hardly close around his wrist, let alone move it. In seconds, the pleasure of the physical contact on my breast and mouth merged with the sensation of being under his control. I relaxed, forgetting about the people watching. His mouth left mine, he drew my head back by my braid and traced tiny kisses down my throat while his other hand caressed my breast.

"I want to eat you," he murmured, stroking my nipple. "I want to lick your pussy for hours."

As he told me how beautiful my breasts were, I felt the bulge of his cock lengthen into a hard thick tube against my bare thigh. I was now extremely horny and my pussy was creaming madly. I couldn't resist the urge to reach down between my thighs and feel his cock. Hungrily I traced the line of his hardon with my nails through his costume leggings. We continued kissing as I sat sideways to Don and he played with my stiff nipples. Then he suddenly moved his hands to grip me by the hips. With a seemingly effortless movement he hoisted me to my feet and turned me to face him. He parted his thighs, pulled me towards him and I found myself sitting astride one of his legs. My thong was pushed into my damp cleft as my pussy pressed against his muscular thigh. Still holding my hips, he eased me back and forward along his hardon.

He was treating me like a sex-toy as he pulled me about while grinning over my shoulder at the people watching. For a few seconds I surrendered to the lovely stimulation on my pussy and the contact on my clit. Then my independent spirit took hold and I decided to gain some control. My feet were now on the ground and it occurred to me that I was in the position of a lap dancer,

"Do you fancy a lap dance, big boy?" I asked.

As he looked at me in surprise, I determinedly removed his hands from my hips and stood up, still astride his thigh. Imagining that I was performing for a boyfriend, I faced him with my crotch almost at his eye level. As I stood, my breasts had swung free from the open front of my dress. I took a quick glance around me and saw plenty of naked flesh exposed as the couples warmed up to their fondling and kissing. I was aroused enough to lose my inhibitions and didn't bother to pull up my zipper. Arching my back, I twisted and swung my hips in a slow, lazy circle to the beat of imagined music. I bent and straightened my knees, writhing like a snake and pumping my hips in a fucking action. Occasionally I flexed my thighs and rubbed my pussy over his erection which stretched down the thigh I was straddling.

Each time he reached for my breasts, I knocked his hands away. Playing to the gallery, I scolded him,

"Naughty boy...naughty Superman..."

I heard people behind me chuckle and I was enjoying being in control, my veins pumping with adrenaline. I was aware that whenever I bent over, my ass would be exposed to the watchers. I could feel that my now very damp skimpy thong was drawn up between my pussy lips. But all embarrassment had gone. I was on fire, reveling in the erotic situation, as I was to do in my future role as a porn actress. I leaned forward, swinging my breasts in his face, my pointed nipples only a few tempting inches from his open lips. Whenever he moved his mouth forward, I teasingly swung them just out of reach. I moved close as if to kiss him but dodged his lips and breathed hotly in his ear. Don was squirming in his chair and one hand was clutching the line of his swollen cock, when suddenly the music started again.

I had lost track of time and had no idea how long I had been with Don. It took a second for me to remember where I was as I staggered back from him and zipped up my dress. I wasn't even aware that I'd lost my convict's hat until someone handed it to me.

Everyone got to their feet and we were instructed to move away and mingle for a moment so that people would be in a different order. As the music stopped, men were pushing their cocks back into their pants and women adjusted their flimsy clothing. I gave Brian a wave and he grinned happily. I noticed smears of lipstick on his neck.

If the judges saw people trying to maneuver to get beside a chosen partner, they split them up, determined to maintain the novelty of strangers encountering each other. I noticed that there were fewer players now. I had seen several of the previously linked couples head off - no doubt in search of a bedroom. Also, some who hadn't taken part in the first session must have wandered off in search of action elsewhere.

When we were assembled to the satisfaction of the judges the music started and off, we went. Men now outnumbered the women and I was between two men. I wondered if either of them would get a chair. I wasn't sure what the costume of the one in front was meant to be and I glanced over my shoulder at the other. I had noticed him before in his Tarzan outfit. It was in fake-animal material looped over one shoulder to leave most of his upper chest bare and ending in ragged edges halfway down his thighs. He had a long black, disheveled wig.

The music stopped. I had just edged past the last chair in the line and so the man in front of me had no chance of getting one. Just as I thought that I was out of that session, the man behind me, who had managed to sit on the last chair, grabbed me by the hips. Of course, the women were supposed to choose the lap to sit on. It had happened so quickly that the judges probably hadn't spotted the breach of rules. But I wasn't complaining; at least I would have some action.

I staggered as he spun me around and onto him so that I ended up facing him in a kneeling position on the big padded seat with his legs between my spread thighs.

"Me Tarzan..." he breathed into my ear.

I wasn't impressed by his attempt at humor. I wondered how many times he had said it that evening. Also, in his eagerness to get me, he had been a bit rough.

"Steady Tarzan..." I protested. "This isn't the jungle...and I'm not Jane."

His blue eyes looked startled at my feisty reaction, but he managed a smile,

"Sorry, I had to be quick to get a chair...and grab you. I've had my eye on you all night. I'm Joe."

I caught a glimpse of Brian and one of the harem girls leaving, hand in hand. Fuck it, I thought...I'm going to enjoy myself too. In my kneeling position, my body was very available to Joe. My breasts were at the right height for his mouth and my pussy was easily reached between my spread thighs. I bent my head down to his and I moaned into his mouth as we kissed. He quickly pulled down my zip and cupped both breasts. Feeling how hard my nipples were, he pinched them between his fingers and gave them a tug. I moaned again and pressed his head back against the chair as my tongue delved into his mouth.

He pulled away from our kiss for an instant,

"I'm so horny, I'm about to cum in my pants," he whispered in my ear, before finding my open wet mouth again. Gripping his head to keep our mouths linked I flexed my thighs and eased back down to sit on his legs. My other hand went under his costume and felt a full-blown erection under the thin material of his posing pouch. His cock felt great and I really wanted it in my cunt. When I pulled at the pouch, his cockhead sprang free above the waistband and I eagerly rubbed the palm of my hand back and forth over the damp silky skin. He broke our kiss to transfer his hot lips to my breasts and they pulsed madly under his suckling. Impatiently, I yanked his erection free from the pouch. As always, I gloried in the feel of the hot rubbery flesh of a hard cock in my fingers. I had just started to jack him when to my surprise I felt him cum. He hadn't been joking about his desperation. I looked down to see semen spurt out of the bulging head in a creamy arc. Jet after jet spattered his costume and the weaker, final jets landed on my hand as I held his quivering cock.

Of course, I was still highly aroused and frustrated. I wiped my hand on his Tarzan wig,

"You've been saving it up too long, Joe," I whispered.

"Sorry," he said, and reached under my dress for my pussy.

Although my back and legs were becoming stiff, I swayed eagerly forward and pulled my thong to one side for him. The rush from seeing him cum had made my pussy even wetter and my clit very firm. He slid two fingers into my sopping pussy, arching the tips toward him in search of my G-spot. I groaned with joy as he stroked the spongy tissue with short gentle touches while he sucked a nipple. Unfortunately, I didn't cum as quickly as he had and the music started again.

"Oh fuck," I muttered, no longer caring if anyone was watching me; I just wanted to cum.

"Sorry..." Joe said again as I climbed off his lap on stiff legs.

The numbers had diminished further as couples left, probably for more privacy after getting their motors running. I was now desperate for a good fuck. Running my eyes over the men remaining I couldn't see anyone very inspiring. I pictured Brian fucking his harem girl and I wondered for a moment if I should try to find them and join in. As the music played, we formed a circle walking around the line of chairs. Then I received a major shock. Steve suddenly appeared through the door. He gave us a quick scan and with a wink and nod to the judges he pushed into the circle to stand behind me.

"Hi, Jill..." he whispered in my ear. "We meet again...I think we still have unfinished business from the club."

His lips brushed my neck and my legs trembled at the memory of his fingers in my pussy during the brief moments when we were together at the swingers' club on my very first visit. I hadn't seen him there since then. His blatant use of his position as host to get near me made me feel like the winner of some glamour competition. But I knew that he must fuck many different women with the permission of his wife, Rita. I had an even bigger surprise awaiting me.

"Why don't you pack-in this game and we'll go somewhere else?" He suggested.

I didn't hesitate. My theory that he had wanted to fuck me from the moment we met seemed confirmed. Of course, he would know that Brian had no objections to me fucking other men and in fact encouraged it. I simply nodded and he led me out of the room with a parting wave to those remaining. We walked along the corridor hand in hand and I trembled under the control of this confident man. He led me into a room and closed the door behind him. There was an awkward silence as we stood gazing at each other. I noticed that he had cleaned off the white Dracula makeup. The black wig had also gone.

Steve was in his forties and his brown hair was greying at the temples. His body was slim and firm and Brian had said that he was a keen badminton player. His sharp brown eyes left mine to move over my body. I was pretty sure that he had waited a long time for this moment. Yet there was a gentlemanly courtesy about him as he delayed his first move. When at last he stepped forward, I threw my arms around him and my mouth opened to receive his lips and probing tongue. His hands moved down my sides to grip my ass and pull me to him. After a moment of desperate kissing he reached between us for the full-length zip on the front of my dress and drew it down all the way. The dress pooled around my feet, I kicked it away and stood naked except for the tiny black thong and stilettos.

For a few seconds his eyes devoured my body. Then he stepped in to kiss my neck and shoulders with little butterfly kisses, working his way down to nuzzle my breasts. My left nipple slid into his mouth as he rolled it between his lips and teased it to full hardness with his teeth. Satisfied, he moved to the right one, arousing it with tiny flicks of his tongue. A soft moan bubbled from my throat as I threw my head back, savoring every second of his skilled lovemaking. He raised his wet lips from my tingling breasts, lifted me and carried me to the big double bed. As he bent to lower me, gently to the bed, I noticed the long bulge at his flies and I reached out to stroke his hardon for a second before he straightened to undress. When naked, he stood over me and I reached for his erection. For the second time that evening I enjoyed the feel of the power and virility of a lovely hard cock. I eased it forward against the resistance of its erect tensile strength and gently tugged him towards me.

Still clinging to his cock, I rolled onto my side, raised myself up on one arm and stretched out my tongue to trap the bead of pre-cum that had bubbled free. As I drew it into my mouth, the bubble became a thin translucent thread that connected us for a split second, before it broke. Then, unable to delay any longer I opened my mouth and worked my lips slowly around the head until they enclosed the sharply raised ridge of the glans. I caught it lightly with my teeth, pulling his cock towards me as he knelt down on the bed. Then I jumped nervously as someone spoke from behind me,

"Looks like you're doing a good job there."

It was Rita!

I released her husband's cock and looked up, feeling guilty. However, I needn't have worried about her feeling guilty. She gave us her smart-ass smile,

"Is she any good Steve? I think I'll join you two."

I gaped at her as she calmly slipped off her Goddess costume and shook out her flowing red hair. As I had suspected, she wore nothing under it and stood naked apart from her gold sandals. She was in good shape; maybe not quite as firm as me but nicely curved with full, swaying breasts. Her pussy was shaved, leaving just a strip of reddish-blond hair on her mound. My mind was in turmoil. I had assumed that she would be busy fucking somebody by now. Had this threesome been planned? Certainly, Steve didn't seem surprised. With the relaxed confidence of the swingers that they were, the couple swung into action.

"Here let me have a taste," said Rita, settling down over Steve's cock which was still hard and coated with my saliva.

He sighed happily, no doubt delighted to have two women attending to his cock,

"Don't be put off by my pushy wife," he said with a grin as he reached for me.

With us both sitting up and leaning against the big cushions at the head of the bed, he drew me to him for a kiss as Rita sucked his cock. One arm went around my waist to cup a breast and the other hand snaked down my belly. I was surprised that he could focus on me while getting a blow-job, but no doubt in his swinging sessions he enjoyed all sorts of permutations. With the palm of his hand resting on my shaved mound, his fingers curved around to stroke my clit and probe into my slit - the second set of fingers to enter me that evening. My pussy was aching with need after all the teasing action I had been through and it gripped the two fingers greedily. I found myself unashamedly humping his hand, seeking more penetration and greater friction on my clit. I gasped with disappointment as the hand suddenly left me. Then I felt something silky brushing over my thighs followed by hot breath. I broke from the kiss to see that Rita had left her husbands' cock waving damply in the air and was now between my legs.

What the fuck, I thought in panic.

At that age I still hadn't been involved in any serious girl/girl stuff. The nearest had been at my last visit to the swingers' club when a woman had sucked my breasts while I was being fucked by two men. She had been keen to get it on with me properly but I hadn't felt very sure about it and nothing happened. Certainly, it had added to the curiosity I felt about what it would be like with a woman.

Now it looked as if Rita was going to break me in. My legs had been spread wide to give Steve's hand free access and it was too late to close them. Her hair tickled my stomach as she leaned down over my pussy. I felt her hot wet mouth slide along the inside of a thigh, nearer and nearer to my pussy. I was breathing shallowly and her perfume, spicy with a musky undertone wafted up and filled my nostrils. In fascination I watched Palm's head between my naked thighs. Her hair gleamed with coppery tones from the soft lighting and she didn't seem to be moving.

Suddenly her lips touched my clit. The heat and soft wetness of her lips were such a contrast to the rougher fingers that had been there before. I cried out and arched my back from the shock. This only thrust me towards her eager mouth and then her tongue was inside my pussy. As it wriggled around, just inside my opening, I writhed and groaned. This was a big occasion for me - the first time a woman's mouth had been on my pussy. At first a feeling of guilt threatened to spoil the pleasure and I tried to pretend that it was a man's tongue inside me. But, God, it felt so good!

There was definitely something different - but not necessarily better, about her technique and the softness of her lips. I twitched with a surge of pleasure when beneath her warm mouth, two and then three fingers slid into me. Back and forth, in and out, they went while her mouth worked its magic on my throbbing clit. I could feel my juices oozing over her hand. Then Steve sucked hard on a nipple. Ecstasy surged through me as the separate stimulation's on my clit, pussy and nipple merged together. With startling suddenness an orgasm rolled up my spine to explode in my head. I screamed, arched my back and squeezed Rita's head between my thighs, instinctively pulling her face into my cunt to prolong the pleasure. As she sucked and licked my clit, while fingering my G-spot my climax seemed to go on and on in wave after wave. Either that or I was having multiple orgasms. Eventually my howls of joy faded to soft moans as bliss turned to pain under her greedy mouth. I reached down to grip her hair and pull her head away.

As my body relaxed, I heard Rita chuckle,

"We've got a screamer here, Steve. Let's see if you can do as good a job as I did."

I had to admit that I was curious to see what kind of a fuck I would receive from Steve in view of his high status among the swingers. I might have been inexperienced with women but I had received many varieties of fucks in my young but very horny life. Would it be a quick wham bam, thank you Ma'am, or a leisurely session? It looked as if Rita was leaving Steve to it as she moved to the edge of the bed to watch. I saw her fingers go to her pussy. He knelt between my outstretched legs, holding his cock firmly at the base. He slid the head along my drooling inner lips several times as if savoring the feel of my pussy and enjoying his moment of power.

Then very, very slowly he pushed the head of his cock past my opening. Despite my recent orgasm I sighed at the pleasure of having a cock in me at last. He slowly slid deeper and deeper into me, stretching my slick passage until he filled me up and I felt his wiry pubic hairs on my hairless mound. He felt average size but was very hard. The head pressed against the roof of my pussy but at first it triggered only faint flashes of erotic pleasure as I had cum so recently. Then he shifted to take his weight on one forearm while the other hand went between my legs. As his fingers brushed my clit, I knew that I was in the hands of a clever lover and my pulse quickened. Hopefully I would be quickly back on track for another climax.

He pulled back and began to fuck me with slow, steady strokes. When his fingers began to stroke my clit, it responded immediately and I wrapped my legs around his waist and worked my hips in rhythm with him. Despite my enthusiastic action, Steve just kept methodically working his dick in my sloppy cunt. As I began to writhe under him, he varied his angle of thrust and the speed of his attack. For a brief minute or two, he would fuck me furiously. Then he would pull up and come to an almost complete stop before resuming at a leisurely pace. Several drops of sweat landed on my face adding to the sensual pleasure that was flooding me.

The steady, non-stop fucking was wonderful and of course my slutty body responded to it joyously. The man's control was phenomenal as he worked me quickly to the beginnings of an orgasm. I started to give out these strange unintelligible fuck sounds: gasps, groans, and the mutterings that I make as my orgasm builds. His finger circled my clit firmly and my voice kicked into higher gear, as I lost control. As always, my arousal level after the first orgasm was very high. No longer even aware of who was giving me such pleasure, I screamed,

"Come on...give it to me...!" "Fuck me, fuck me...harder, harder!"

And oh boy, he certainly did! With a growl, he left my clit and picked up my legs so that I was bent almost double. He adjusted his position slightly, shuffling towards me until my hips were raised off the bed and my thighs pinned back against my sweat-streaked breasts. This move shortened the length of his thrusts but he quickened his rhythm into rapid half strokes stimulating the sensitive area around my opening. Best of all, his pubic bone was brushing my clit as he pressed in and I was amazed at how quickly I felt my orgasm mounting. I was being fucked out of my mind and the sounds I started to make were wordless - just loud moans, groans and sobs.

My body started to tremble uncontrollably as I climbed towards a climax. I howled like an animal as I exploded in my second orgasm in the space of a few minutes. Even as it raced through me, I was aware of him stopping abruptly. He grunted loudly, I felt his cock swell unbelievably against my clutching pussy walls and his hot cum flooded them. I felt Rita push a towel under my hips to catch my leaking pussy as I slowly recovered. She and Steve dressed quickly.

"We'll leave you here to get dressed, Jill... there's a bathroom through that door. See you later," and they were off.

I was learning how casually the swingers enjoyed themselves - no fuss or emotion. Well I couldn't complain. I had enjoyed some great sex although I was still somewhat overwhelmed by what had happened and my mind was spinning as it replayed the action. There hadn't been a dull moment.

However, I had enough for one day. I found Brian in the lounge chatting to a woman in a "naughty nurse" costume and I persuaded him that it was time for us to go. When we started off in the car, I put my hand on his thigh, "How was harem girl?" I asked. "You'll never guess who I've been with."

THE END

BY Jillbaby

In addition to my stories on this site, I also post stories as Erotic Jill on Amazon. The link is in my profile on here. Click on my name to read it.