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Diane, Ava and Bitsy (From Mike Bates Swing Diary)

Diane and I would go to a lot of swing events around the state and into Wisconsin back then. As we were both not married, this provided a lot of "recreational fun" for the two of us...and got us closer together. Through our combined play, we knew what got us hot, what we did not care for, and most importantly, how to support each other's play and entertainment -- later to be our personal entertainment and reflection on our way back to her home or my hotel suites or home.

Diane is a healthy, tall, and extremely horny woman. Standing at six feet tall, and weighing about 255 or so pounds (she keeps telling me "I'm losing it...slowly but surely" but it was a lie -- she was gaining as much as she lost), her large E-cupped breasts and her wide but good-looking hips kept men and women looking at her -- not in any kind of disgust, but rather with lips smacking, smiling and winking in her direction, and outright propositions.

At one lunchtime eatery, a nice tall Black man approached and sat down beside us.

"Excuse me," Diane said in her Midwestern Wisconsin accented voice, "do we know you?"

"No Ma'am, you don't. I would love to get to know you however...if your man allow me to do so." He turned to look at me.

"She's not my wife. It'll be up to her."

"Marcus is the name..." he extended his hand to reach toward Diane, adding "...you must be..."

"Diane. This is my boyfriend Mike." She accepted his hand and after glancing at me, looked at the man. Nicely dressed, it appears that he was having lunch before going back to work.

"Nice meeting you," I meekly added.

"Look. Your woman is hot. I've been watching her and I'm walking a boner and a half. I am hosting a party at the Marriott in Wisconsin Dells Saturday. It's a swing party, if you're into it..."

Diane's eyes lit up bright and I said "We can think about it. How large of a party are you hosting?"

Marcus looked at Diane's face and then at me, "no drugs, no poppers, no pros. We start at 8pm and end somewhere around 2 in the morning. You two look like swingers but when I saw her...how long have the two of you been together?"

"About eight months or so...and yes, she and I are swingers," I answered. "Bi-play or all the people straight?"

"Don't really know about everyone...but I'm straight and I take it you are too, " Marcus responded.

"We're friendly with bi-people," Diane said, "especially if they know how to give good head to women..."

I looked to gain his expression or if he's going to give up.

Diane slurped on her diet cola, and then leaned over to Marcus, "and if you give good head to gals, I'm sure that I can solve your tentage issue," and before anyone can see, she placed her hand over Marcus' hardness and squeezed tight. She quickly removed her hand and returned it to the table.

"Nice size tent pole..." Diane added.

"I've got to go...but I'll be back to give you the address...'kay?" Marcus got up and after locating it, walked fast to the men's room.

I looked at the pretty Diane who was blushing a little, and said "I'd give him about five minutes or so in there...you tease..."

She brushed her dark brown hair from her face while saying, "his fault. He shouldn't come over here with a boner like that..."

"Would you suck him if he came back and we get him into your truck?"

"Absolutely. You watch and look out? I'll give you one later..."

"No," I said "I'll want more than just a Diane suck..." I took a drink of my coffee and looked in his direction.

Eight minutes later, Marcus returned, his jacket covering his crouch area of his pants. He looked like he was a bit tired. He walked over to our table and sat back down in the seat beside Diane.

"We were just talking. You give us the address of the party and a cellphone number, and Diane here will show you in her truck just how eager she is to see you there..." I said, standing up revealing my own hardness -- nothing like Marcus'. That was Diane's cue to get up and dr*pe her jacket around herself and take her keys from a jacket pocket. Marcus stood up and followed us out to her truck.

"Don't worry...when she's done, we'll bring you back to your car." Marcus nodded as we walked past several cars to Diane's Chevy extended cab pickup. She called it "the big truck for the big woman". Diane's truck is one of those older model flatbed pickup trucks with two rows of seats. I opened the passenger door and pushed the bench seat down and grabbed a place in the center of the truck.

Marcus grinned as he climbed in, moving the seat back to the regular position. Diane looked at him and then said "pull 'em down. I want to see what damage you did in the bathroom..." as she closed her door, dr*ped the seatbelt across her massive chest, and started the truck up. Marcus strapped himself in.

"We can't stay here in the parking lot...we'll go over to the park and park there," she said. "You're clean right? Don't have the heebeejeeves, right?"

Marcus said, "clean as a whistle but I can wear a condom..."

"You ain't getting any pussy today, man...just an opportunity to deposit some juice down my sweetheart's throat and tits" I said as I watched Diane slowly stroke Marcus' dick while maneuvering her truck around the several blocks from the eatery place.

At the park, she knew exactly where to park -- in a shaded, sparsely-parked area on the side of the street. She removed the seat belt and pushed the button releasing Marcus' belt from the seat. Turning everything off, she looked at Marcus and then leaned back and kissed me on the lips. She then found one of those rubber band hair binders I love taking them off her and she wrapped her hair to keep it from her face. She then turned and bent over to lick Marcus' dick, starting at the head.

"Awwwww" the man expelled as he jerked his dick upward to accept the licking from my gal. After a few seconds of that, she found the crown of his dick, licked all around it and with a single word "Dessert!" she swallowed half of his thickness down her mouth and throat.

"Ohhhhhhh Shhhiiittt" Marcus said as he looked downward at the backside of Diane's head slowly bobbing up and down, initiating her pussy. Or ass.

I rubbed my cock through my pants as I observed outside, looking for anyone who might come walking up or worse, driving up to to interrupt the sucking Marcus is getting from Diane. Diane would suck downward to his ball sac, licking as she went down, and then quickly moving back up to gather the precum and her own saliva from the thick black tube. She did that for a couple of minutes, to Marcus' many "oh shits" and "damns" and "suck that dick, woman!"

At one time during the suck, Marcus said "you love the black dick, don't you, slut?" That was Diane's cue to let him have it...

She reached downward, squeezed his ball sac and rammed his dick quickly up and down her throat. He'll cum in two minutes from that drumming, I was thinking.

It never fails.

A short time later, Marcus started to gasp, and with a loud "FFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" he jerked his hips upward as wave after wave -- Diane said it was three large waves and then a series of smaller ones -- emptied his balls' contents down my girlfriend's mouth and throat. He was still jerking his hips and butt upward as she continued to drain every bit of his black cock. After a minute and after Marcus caught his breath, did Diane licked and slurped the remaining drops of her new friend's cock down her throat. She ended the blowjob by kissing the head of Marcus' dick and then looking at me, asked "Next, honey?"

I grinned and touched the bridge of her nose -- our sign that I love her unconditionally. Diane smiled at me.

Turning to the man beside her, still in the afterglow of what he believed was the best blowjob he had ever, ever had, said "we need an address, room number and I want your phone number. The pussy is better than the mouth; and the ass is even better if you want to try it..."

"Oh shit, Fuck yeah. Got a piece of paper?" He pulled his pants and underwear up and attempted to adjust himself while Diane started the truck up and moved it back to the restaurant's parking lot.

"Which is your car?" she asked as she carefully entered the parking lot.

"The gold one over there..." Marcus said, pointing.

"Please come and be there," Marcus said, waiting for Diane to park the truck before handing her the piece of paper with the information we requested. "Thank you. Where did you learn how to do all of that?"

Marcus opened the door and started to get out. I knew the answer but it always surprises the guys when they ask that question.

"My daddy. He would have me and my sister to suck him until we got it right. We learned how to get him off quick...and now you know the secret. Your blowjob would have been much longer...had you not called me a slut. Keep that in mind when you see me again this weekend, eh?"

I moved to get into the seat beside Diane and shut the door as Marcus walked to his car.

The party was held in one of the hotel's "hospitality rooms." These are rooms at the end of the hallway which are actually two large suites tied together with the doorways between the rooms removed and the other room's main door closed off. The bedroom in one of the rooms was removed of all beds normally; the hostess or someone else brought in two blow-up mattresses with sheets, blankets and pillows.

There was a lot of drinking going on...Diane and I don't drink a lot; a beer or two between the two of us and of course, coffee for Mr. Bates. I shared the pot of coffee with the hostess, Roberta -- Robbie -- and some guy named Guy.

All evening long I was thinking "Guy Smiley" the "on the scene reporter" from Sesame Street. The guy looked a bit like Guy Smiley. Here we were, sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and small talking about the Packers and the Vikings and how one team would take on the other during an upcoming game.

Guy found some woman named Mitzi and went off to one of the bedrooms to fuck. I knew where my gal was...she was looking for the guy with the "tentpole cock", Marcus. He wasn't around, so Diane settled with talking with a smallish woman named Rhonda. I got up and took my coffee cup into the kitchen area to refill it. When I got back, Diane and Rhonda were engaged in a lip-lock on the couch.

"I know where that's going," I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them kiss.

"Hey!! Can you help us out please?"

The voice came from an older woman...she had to be about 20 years older than me -- and I was 50 or so. So she had to be around 68 or 70 or something. Saggy tits with large nipples -- nipples which were as large as oversized ink erasers. The tits had better days but she still looked fine in the black laced outfit. She had no panties on, so I -- and anyone else -- can see the shaved pussy and ass on the thin body. She seemed to never had kids, for her hips were basically straight down. No tats, no piercings...in short, the kind of woman I would love to fuck over and over.

I got hard almost immediately after my observation of her. Then I had to look at this woman's face. Her short light brown hair framed her face and head well. She was wearing lipstick but most of it has been kissed or licked off over the term of the evening. It was her eyes that got me really hard.

"Are you liking what you are seeing?" She leaned over and kissed me...a friendship kiss.

"Name's Bettina, but my friends -- including you -- can call me Bitsy. I want to suck your cock. Do you mind?"

"What's that joke -- is the Pope Catholic?" I answered, smiling. "Mike Bates is my name..."

"Mike would you like a pillow or is the floor okay?" Bitsy found a couch pillow and threw it on the floor near me. I took my coffee, placed it on a table nearby, and laid down on my back and adjusted the pillow to my head.

"I'm going to be down here for a while..." Bitsy stated. She then found my hard dick with her little hand, and started stroking it up and down. Next thing I knew she was taking my entire length into her mouth. She was either hiding her teeth or removed her dentures before she starting sucking me.

The feeling was wonderful. I had never had anyone to suck me without teeth. She moved her mouth and throat all over my dick, loudly slurping and making humming sounds. Every once in a while, she would find my nuts and suck on them and then run her tongue down to the edge of my ass and then back up and around and taking my dick back into her mouth...

About five or so minutes in this oral attack, another woman walked by. I could smell her pussy -- pungent, strong and sweet all at the same time. She stopped and then straddled my face, presenting her wet pussy and ass to me.

"Hey sweet man...my name is Ava and this is my twat. Kiss it for me please?"

I looked up at the clean shaven pussy and asshole opening and noticed that they are closed. She hasn't been fucked -- or if she was, it was earlier in the evening. So to me, her pussy and ass were clean.

"Only if I get to suck your clit and eat your pussy, Ava."

"Deal!" the voice of Ava spoke and her cunt lowered over my face, tongue and her asshole found my nose.

I grabbed her thick thighs and moved her pussy closer to my mouth and I started in on the first of several orgasms I gave her.

After the fifth or sixth time Ava screamed and bucked against my face telling me what is obvious to me -- she's coming -- Bitsy yelled "SWITCH!"

I had no idea of what was coming next.

They did.

Ava moved off my face and waddled downward to my still hard cock and twisted it into her pussy hole, to her delight. "Awwww this is a NICE cock!" she commented.

Bitsy moved her cunt over my face and because of her weight and size, actually sat on my face while I searched for her small clit and pussy hole with my tongue. No problem there, for the smaller woman worked her pussy and clit over my face, leaking cum and pussy juice all over my face.

Ava, in the meantime, was playing "ride 'em horsey" with my cock. Despite her size -- I think she was a smaller BBW -- she moved and hopped up and down constantly, planting my dick deep inside her each time. She seem to be grabbing my dick with muscles in her thighs or maybe she had muscles deep inside her. I don't know, but it was feeling really great as she moaned and told anyone around the three of us how great her fuck was going.

Again, after Bitsy came on my face three or four times, she yelled "SWITCH!" and when Ava didn't switch, she yelled again "SWITCH!" adding "Bitch!" Several of the people watching the fuck started to laugh and the two women again moved from dick to face, with Ava again getting eaten and sucked by me, with me grabbing her large tits and kneading them as I enjoyed her pussy; while Bitsy was back on my dick with her mouth, licking up Ava's juices while sucking me deep. Then it happened.

"Ummm Ummmm!" I was saying "Cumming!" but it didn't come out that way thanks to Ava's face lock with her pussy and ass. Bitsy just swallowed and swallowed, taking all of my dick into her mouth and drinking up most of my cum. She then moved from my body to find Ava's face and I watched the two of them shared what was left of my cum in Ava's mouth and face with each other. They kissed for about a minute, swapping spit and my semen between the two of them...

Then Ava moved her pussy up and away from my face and kissed me deeply, holding me tight against her large tits.

"Thank you...we've never seen you at one of these...first time?"

"First time here, but I promise the two of you...you come here again and we'll do this again...now that I know how it's played!"

The three of us laughed. Bitsy asked "You here by yourself?"

"I came with my girlfriend. She's somewhere around in here..." I answered.

From across the other side of the room, I heard "She's over here, getting her ass fucked!" It was my Diane's voice. As I stood up and accepted a real hug from Ava, I looked over to see Diane on her knees taking on Marcus's long cock deep in her ass sawing back and forth. There was another guy getting a blowjob from my lady, but she took his dick out of her mouth to let me know where she was.

"I can see how you stay in shape for your age," I said to the two women, turning around to see them.

"We don't go to many things...we would rather host single guys like you or a couple like you and your mate over there at our home... Find a pen and a slip of paper and we'll give you our phone number and email address...do come and see us because we'll empty you out...completely...you're a lot of fun!! You don't want to fuck both of us, you know that we wanted to get our pussies eaten and sucked, and didn't mind the two tastes..." Bitsy stated, wrapping her small arms around the larger partner.

"How long have you two been together?" I moved around trying to find a piece of paper and a writing instrument. Both were on an end table nearby. I motioned for the guy sitting there to hand them both to me. He did.

"We've been together since college. We're both college professors. Before we discovered these events, we would find a senior or junior and we would, um, "test drive him or her" and if they work out, then we'll talk about fucking them," I gave Ava the paper and pen and she wrote down the email address and the phone numbers for both women.

"Wow...I wished I would have found you at school..." I said, finding my coffee and taking a drink before adding, "there's a few teachers I would really love to love on..."

We paused to hear someone moan and then I heard "Fuck it hard!" coming from Diane's direction. She's loving that Marcus dick a lot, which I smiled and said aloud "Leave some for me, love!!" to the giggles of others around me and her.

I learned several things that evening. The biggest thing I learned that evening is that there is no upper limit on the "fuckabilty" of anyone horny enough to play.

The second biggest thing I learned was I was in love with Diane, for she not only loved how I fucked and made love with her, but she was comfortable enough in our relationship that she could share me without jealousy or second thinking with others...and I could do the same with her.

Diane and my fucking and sucking after the party was intense. We talked thru the entire evening, and she made plans to have Marcus to come to our regular hotel place to get fucked on a regular basis -- with my knowledge -- until Marcus found a job in Indiana and left Minnesota.

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