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Long Weekend House Party

The phone rang. It was Jan with the time and location of the Saturday night fuck fest. Of course, my calendar was clear and I was going to be there. Al was here at the farm and we had spent most of the morning running fence along the east pasture. Not surprisingly, by the time we hit the patio shower”someone” started a game of “drop the soap.” Had anyone come down the three quarter mile from the road to the back of the house he'd have seen a middle aged black man bent over a patio table and my happy ass gleefully filling his ass with white cock! Cue the banjo music.

During the past year, after meeting Al and Jan, they had introduced me to their circle of friends. Things had become interesting. I was learning all about what was now called the “lifestyle” the rituals and taboos. As a single male I soon learned I was about as welcome as poison ivy at a nudist colony.

Anyway, the most desirable creature, the “unicorn” was the hot, young bisexual single female. You didn't have to b a statistician to see most swinger profiles were a straight male, bi-female couple looking for that hot bi sweetie.

Al and Jan had been in the game from back when it was ads in magazines. They'd been members of clubs, and as the internet evolved from AOL chat-rooms and Yahoo messenger to the current crop of websites, those still active and some of the now defunct ones. Their observations and advice seemed pretty valid and I certainly was glad to have their insights.

They told me maybe two thirds of the profiles are folks who love the idea of recreational sex with random strangers. They talk a good game but it's all the fantasy, they will never follow through and actually meet anyone. For some it's just “cold feet” or as Jan put it, they're “all yak and no sack.” The despicable ones are those whose thrill comes from having sending people on a wild goose chase to a meeting they never intended to make.

When it came to single guys, it was simply an excess of supply. You couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a dozen of them...and that was the minority of good ones! The rest were fakes masquerading as couples, flakes, cheaters and/or picture collectors.

As an ordinary, middle aged, bi white guy with no special qualities my odds were pretty long. Speaking of bisexual, there was a clear double standard in the swinger community. A certain amount of bisexuality among women was encouraged, if not expected. At a club or a party, if a pair of women on the dance floor started groping and going down on each other, there would be cheering. Hell, if they kept it up, they could sell tickets. Two guys, forget it, the crowd would be throwing rocks.

Oddly enough, I have noticed something. Al and Jan both freely identify as bisexual and are pretty clear they desire some level of bisexuality from those they meet. Al tells me that a fair number of couples they have heard from, the “straight” guy tells him he's secretly “orally bi.” I get those emails too, and I also get contacts from the “straight” male half of a couple asking if I will meet and host one on one. It has to be during the week in daytime because he is bi, but his wife doesn't know.

“Thanks, but no thanks, good luck in your quest.”

So I am on a couple of sites. I keep my profile updated, answer every email, but without great expectations. I have met a few folks. A few clicked and became regulars who call me when they need me. Mostly I met people through Al and Jan who would bring me along, with the host's approval, to parties in the area.

Here's where all that was going, Saturday was the 4th of July and the destination was Mount Sterling, about a hundred miles away, east of Lexington. Denny and Brenda were hosting a weekend gathering of, as their invitation said, “real swingers.”

People started arriving around noon on Saturday. I had met Denny and Brenda previously. They were younger, in their late thirties and had the perfect house for this kind of party. A hundred years earlier it had been built as a Catholic girls boarding school. Big rooms, hardwood floors and perfect for some serious sinning. By two o'clock there were eight couples, two single men and one single woman in attendance, all dressed, all milling about with finger food and drinks. Everyone there knew at least some of the others there from previous meetings or parties. The casual small talk, introductions and trading tales of previous encounters was interrupted when Brenda walked in from the kitchen and announced, “Do I have to be first to take my clothes off?”

“If you're gonna get nekkid, I will too!” (For you Yankees, if you’re naked, you don’t have any clothes on, but if you’re nekkid you don’t have any clothes on but you’re up to something.)

With that, Brenda shed her clothes, as did I, and we got up to something. Seated in her lucky chair, I was on my knees, head between her upraised legs on my shoulders with my tongue exploring every crevice from her clit to her ass hole. Over her moans and squeals, I could hear activity starting in the background. God! I love the smell of a hot wet pussy! Besides, I knew when tongue and fingers were poking in all the right places at the right time because she would start smacking me on the top of my head. The frequency would increase the closer she got to cumming.

By the time I came up for air, things were going on. Pam, young Mike's wife; Linda, the wife of the other Mike; Becca, the solo gal and Theresa, Karl's wife, were all lined up on the big couch. Bob, the astronomy professor and other solo male was half sitting on the arm of the couch sporting what appeared to be the star cock of the weekend. Some eight solid inches and of commendable girth, Pam had both hands around it and was bobbing up and down the shaft.

Linda, watching with great interest, quoted an old commercial when she said, “It takes two hands to handle a whopper.!” There was little doubt she wanted that cock! A petite, well proportioned woman of sixty-three, the erect nipples and glistening wet strip of pubic hair gave no indication she was the retired banker in a dignified suit who arrived earlier. Her husband Mike, a retired builder was a perfect match. He absolutely loved watching her fuck men half her age into a stupor. I'd had met her and her husband once before. She was an absolute force of nature when it came to sex!

Now he and the other Mike, Pam's husband had had Denise bent over an ottoman. Old Mike was in her pussy while young Mike had his cock in her mouth. She did not appear to be the least bit disturbed.

Al, Jan, Cecilia and Richard were somewhere in the kitchen leaving Bill, Patty and Dennis watching the goings on so far.

When Pam's jaws gave out, Linda got up an simply impaled herself on Bob's cock. It was deft and without hesitation. She steadied herself on the armrest and commenced to fucking! Bob grasped her waist and matched her ferocity stroke for stroke. All the ass to belly, running down the street in flip flops, analogies would not be out of place. I found myself mesmerized and stroking to the sight.

I turned my head and Becca made direct eye contact. Her legs parted and her shaved pussy was glistening, the swollen clitoris obvious from across the room.

“May I be of assistance, Ma'am?”

“Emil, you silly shit, eat me!”

How could I turn that down? I'd met her one time before, the second time Denny and Brenda had me over. Best described as a BBW, she was fond of hotel take over parties but did not like going alone. She wanted someone to call who could “run interference” if she needed it, wouldn't get upset if she left with someone else and fuck her if no one else did.

“Great, put me on speed dial. I'll be there soon as I can.”

It did not hurt that she was a fan of anal sex too. She was very good at it. Not only did she like cocks, fingers and toys in her ass, she was adept at stimulating others. She also knew I was bi as was she, so we could accommodate a myriad of situations. Oh and the clit. She was possessed of the biggest clit I had ever seen. It was a couple of inches long when fully aroused and when you pulled back the hood looked like a little dick, only maybe more sensitive.

Back to the task at hand, I was at that moment sucking and jacking off that wondrous clitoris of hers. My other hand was squeezing her ample breast. Her breathing was getting ragged, she said, “You need to fuck me now.”

Whoever picked out that couch, it was suitable to the task and I under took it with purpose. When after a time I withdrew, we both knew what was next. She shifted reflexively and my cock slid up her eager ass without hesitation. She began jacking off her clit and I commenced the long slow strokes she favored. It wasn't going to be long now before cum was going to be dripping from her ample ass.

Somebody had a camera.

Not sure when I missed it, but the two Mikes had apparently spit roasted Denise to her satisfaction. Becca had left me spent and limp. Finding the recliner empty, I took advantage of the view it gave me to watch the action. Linda, the banker, had just let Bob's now shrinking dick escape her pussy leaving him in a heap and trailing ropes of cum. Al was back from the kitchen just in time to find it was his turn to make a deposit.. He was on the love seat, when Linda asked, “Mind if I sit down?

He said “Help yourself.” She backed up astride him and sat on his erection. I was mesmerized watching her petite frame going up and down and seeing Al's black cock disappearing into her wet, white pussy. Bill and Patty, who were new to me were taking in the scene as well with wide eyed Patty stroking Bill's cock while her other hand was burrowing between her legs.

Patty and Linda's eyes locked, and without a word spoken, they traded. Bill now wide eyed as he watched Al's black cock disappearing into his wife's pussy as Linda's hot hole engulfed him. Linda's pace seemed undiminished since she had started on Bob. If Bill had had any reservations about his wife, he was obviously distracted now. Not for long, much to his obvious embarrassment, he was cumming almost in less time it takes to tell! Linda glanced around for another hard cock and between Denny and Karl, Karl was the closest. She had a dribble of Bob's and Bill's combined sperm down her thigh as she spiked herself on Karl.

From my vantage point, Karl was intent on giving Linda a fucking she'd remember. His hands encircled her waist and he was plunging her harder and faster. If she had had big tits, they would have been in pain with the frenetic bouncing. I glanced over at Theresa who was still on the big couch, but now with Jan between her legs. If she noticed her husband furiously fucking Linda, she gave no outward sign.

I wasn't the only one paying attention. I think everyone in the room not otherwise involved was watching her and Karl. He was relentless! After a few more minutes I could see Linda's eyes start to roll back in her head, she went slack for a split second then her entire body stiffened, her nipples were hard and erect, her toes were curled under, her hands were clenched, Karl gave a mighty thrust and then she howled. Everything let go at once and suddenly she was limp heap in Karl's lap, her breath coming in rasping gasps. On a scale of 1 to 10, that orgasm looked like an 11. Then came the after shocks, and another trembling spasm, followed by a third. Karl and her husband Mike had to lift her off and lay her on the other recliner. Mike went to kiss her pussy and she whimpered. It was just amazing to see.

Rick and Cecilia had been watching everything quietly when she went to the couch and sat next to Theresa. They began kissing and playing with each others tits. Jan kept licking and eating Theresa's wet cunt while she got hand in between Cecilia's legs. Rick was absentmindedly jacking off while intently watching the girls on the couch. It was hard to keep up with who was doing what to who. Glancing around the room, every cock I saw was, unsurprisingly, in some state of arousal.

Folks were alternating between socializing and debauchery. Randomly a few hit the upstairs bedrooms to rest or bounce on the big beds. However, for most of the evening we were all in the big living room, taking advantage of the chairs, ottomans and couches to suck, fuck and watch the others. So far I had done something with every woman there except Pam and Linda.

Al, Jan and I discovered that Rick and Cecilia actually lived in the same county and had been swinging for less than a year. Aside from Denny and Brenda, they had met only one other couple. Cecilia said she told Rick about one time with a “sorority sister” in college. So they began to look for a girlfriend for Cecilia, that Rick might enjoy too. Jan said dinner some night might be good and phone numbers were exchanged.

Serious sinfulness works up an appetite. I hit the showers before I went to the kitchen to help Brenda and Denny get the food out. Everyone was seated around the big room eating, talking mostly about various “performances” and other random topics. Bill and Pattie were saying their “Good-byes” and apologizing for having to leave early. Their babysitter had to be home by nine-thirty. Dennie gave Bill a big grin said he was sure we all could keep Pattie entertained for rest of the evening if Bill would watch the kids. Some wag piped up, “Yah, I'd be happy to give her a ride...even take her home later.”

Pam had been looking at Becca off and all since they got there. Suddenly her eyes grew wide, she grabbed young Mike by the arm and said, “It's mamma's nurse!!!” She pointed over to Becca and repeated, “You're mamma's nurse.”

Becca paled, but Pam continued, “We're not gonna tell. We ain't never met anyone doing this we knew before. We never met anyone we knew from real life before.”

Somebody said, “Imagine getting contacted by someone you work with.”

Linda laughed, “What about family? Six months ago I'm on (long gone website) looking through new profiles to see if any look interesting and there's my daughter and son-in-law. It hits me, holy fuck, what if they've seen our profile? ”

Her husband Mike, laughs, “She blocked them, and seems to have worked. All we know is last Thanksgiving and Christmas there were no funny looks and nothing was mentioned. Got us to thinking though, it would be awkward for coworkers or customers to find out. So we blocked out our faces out and made out informational a little less identifiable.”

Rick says Cecilia and I are on as “Truk'n'Cuntry” with pictures restricted to paid members. We figured if we have friends on looking for the same thing we are they may as well let us know. We may have already imagined doing them any way. Isn't that why we're all here?”

“Depending on the season, I like to go with him in his truck, when the farm is caught up.” Cecilia added.

Rick says, “You find still girls hitchhiking. Cil has got a good eye for the ones to pick up.“

“It's fun to have a threesome in a rest area, although sometimes I make him suffer,” said Cecilia laughing, “He just gets to hear us in the sleeper while he drives. ”

“And if just riding shotgun she's quick to spot four wheelers flashing boobs, somebody getting road head or the guys with cocks out while they drive. I can't usually see from my side of the cab, but she's good at narrating the blow by blow!”

Pam asks, “You ever see a guy getting head from another guy?”

“Now and then, mostly I see women with their head in a guy's lap,” Cecilia continues, “But you do see a guy down on another guy kinda regular. You see a guy's hand in a woman's pants or up her skirt all the time, but not going down on her driving. All kinds of stuff happens in back seats you can see from a truck cab you wouldn't notice from a car.”

Pam says, “I want to see a guy suck my husband off so bad. I fantasize about all the time and it's just hot! I've seen pictures and videos but I want to see it live. I want to take his cock and feed it some hot guy's mouth. I want to watch to the end, a massive climax. He says he's not sure about it, but I still think it about it all the time.”

Karl and Terry, Linda and Mike wandered off upstairs and were likely to be gone for the rest of the evening. Bob looked at Brenda, she and Dennie nodded and Bob says, “Are you looking for volunteers?”

“Huh?

“I go both ways” Bob replied, “I love pussy, I like dick, but, most of all, I love fulfilling fantasies. If y'all want, if nobody objects, I'll suck his cock right here and now. Is anyone offended by the idea?”

Al and I both looked at each other, both of us thinking, “We like Bob's big nice cock even better now.” Good opportunity to check out his enthusiasm and technique.

No one raised any objections, after all, Al, Dennie and I, plus Jan and Brenda already knew we all like bi fun. Bob got down in front of Mike and Pam on the love seat. Pam was holding Mike's decidedly erect cock and as Bob opened his mouth she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him firmly onto Mike.

Somebody, I think Brenda, said, “Bob's a bobbin'!” Mike slid down and spread his legs to allow Bob better access while Pam was intently watching her husband's cock sliding in and out between Bob's lips. Bob's hand was soon cupping Mike's balls, Pam still had a grip on Mike's dick while Bob had started a good steady rhythm getting as much down as he could. Pam's eye were getting wider and Mike was definitely getting into it. Actually that action had everyone's attention. There was no denying either Bob's expertise or Mike's reactions. His moans were becoming more intense and his breathing was getting more ragged.

By this time Pam had her whole hand feverishly going in her pussy. She was positively dripping, her head just inches from the action. Bob came off just long enough to say, “Wanna share? As he offered Pam her husband's engorged cock.

“No, I wanna see you take it all, I want him to cum in your mouth.”

A half dozen pairs of eyes were transfixed as Bob continued taking Mike deeply into his mouth. As his pace quickened, Mike was responding by raising in his seat, head rolling back and it was obvious to everyone watching that he was very close.

You could see Mike's balls visibly start to twitch and with one great final spasm Bob's mouth was filled, his face, and beard wet with globs of fresh hot cum as Mike kept spurting. Pam's pussy gushed in sympathy as Bob turned and kissed her deeply. At that, she and Bob shared licking the head, shaft and final moments with each other.

I said to Al, “I feel like I should be holding up a card with a 10 on it.”

Bob and Pam swapped one last kiss when Dennis got behind her and entered her doggy style. Brenda sat down between Al and me and proceeded to take a cock in each hand. Bob gave a grin and brought his cock within an inch of her face. Without missing a stroke on us, she took the head between her lips, kissed it then took as much she could and began bobbing up and down his shaft. I don't know where Jan went.

Al was watching Brenda intently as she sucked Bob's dick when he said, “I want some of that.” Bob obliged and he was throat fucking Al just like that. It wasn't long before Al and Brenda were both swapping back and forth over Bob's cock like he and Pam had been over Mike's. Brenda was distracted enough by Bob's cock she soon had both hands on it, while Al was now fingering her pussy. Brenda having turned me loose with an erection I went to look for Jan. I had every confidence that when faced with a hard cock she had many pleasant ways of dealing with it.

I found her sucking on Becca's nicely engorged clit with Becca under her returning the pleasure as they engaged in a delightful to watch sixty-nine. That sure did little to diminish my hard-on so I pondered how to join in their fun, not that watching them wasn't fun too. As her ass was easiest to get to, I started rubbing the head of my cock between Jan's ass cheeks. Becca could obviously see and obliged by taking her fingers and smearing Jan's pussy juices around her ass hole. She then grabbed my cock and started it in. No sooner I was in she took that hand and found my asshole. She was good at that, as I had found out plenty enough times before. It was awkward, but I managed to hang on until I shot a load half into Jan's ass and dribbled the rest onto Becca's face. My knees almost didn't make it as Becca's fingers left my ass tingling.

The recliner was empty and as I sat down I looked around the room. Jan and Becca were headed to the shower. Denny was bent over the arm of the couch with Bob up his ass and All in his mouth while Mike and Pam watched from the love seat taking a cigarette break. I don't recall dozing off, but the story of the “wake up call will have to wait until another time.”

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