0 comments/ 135351 views/ 3 favorites Swingers Party By: cbrmale It has been an interesting few months. I never thought it possible for me to even consider participating in sex with the neighbours. The first time that Carol came over was hard for me, particularly watching Michael finish by having sex with her. The next time with Carol and her boyfriend was better; Michael and I were able to make love as a couple and I guess I felt less jealous about that. Carol then joined the two of us, and it was even better to have the full attention of Michael and her. Now, it is our first party and I am not sure what to expect. The rules are to dress sexy; Michael suggested that red underwear would go well against my brown skin. I let him purchase a lacy g-string and a matching bra. Looking in the mirror, the underwear does look good, he is better at those things that I am. Although I am 40, I have been dieting and working out, and it is really showing. Michel says I look great, he loves my arse and grabs it every chance he can get. I am going to wear the tight black dress I bought for last years Christmas party with some black high heels. Not too high though. Underneath the g-string I am freshly shaved and ready for the night. Michael is wearing new underwear, but just a new jockey style. He thinks it is tacky for men to wear g-strings and other strange attire. Over that goes his normal clothes. Like me, he is shaved in all of the intimate places. Our hotel is only a short walk to the club. Michael deposits our belongings in the safe at reception before we head off. At the club, which looks like it used to be a factory or warehouse, we are greeted by a lady in her 30's. We tell her who we are and Michael pays her the $50. She invites us in and shows us around. Downstairs is what she describes as the 'meeting' area. This is an open space with couches and a bar. Also downstairs is the 'group sex' room. This is a large room, mirrors right along one wall and windows overlooking the yard. The room is entirely covered with a plastic covered mattress. Moving outside, the yard has a large wooden spa and deck, as well as some tables and chairs. Upstairs are what she calls the 'private' rooms. There are several rooms; each one has a smaller version of the mattress downstairs. She gives us a key on a chain and takes us to the locker room. Here we can leave our clothes. In each locker are two towels and some condoms. We shan't need those as I have insisted that Michael and I are only operating as a couple. We undress down to our underwear and Michael hangs the locker key around his neck. Downstairs, Michael asks me if I want a drink. "A glass of wine please." "Are you sure, you don't normally drink?" "Yes, quite sure." "Make sure you don't drink too much. It will affect you more if you are not used to it." Michael returns with a glass of white wine and some bottled water for himself. "Be careful, sip it to make it last, It tastes sweet but is still quite powerful." On the couch in the meeting room are another couple. They are fully clothed and holding hands, looking as nervous as I feel. At least Michael has enough front for both of us. It is already 9 o'clock, and the party is starting to move. We go outside to check the spa. It has several men and women in it. One man is on his knees on the ledge inside the spa; his face buried between the legs of a middle-aged woman. The women is sitting on the decking around the spa, her legs either side of his head and holding a glass of wine like mine; looking quite unconcerned. The other men and women in the spa are hugging and kissing, and probably playing with each other below the frothing water. A movement catches my eye. There is a woman on her back on one of the garden tables. A man is standing and thrusting into her with slow strokes. The only connection between the two seems to be his penis. I feel like I am spying so I look away quickly. Something draws me back, and I grip Michael's hand and point them out to him. Nothing much else is happening out here, and it seems rather lonely in the semi-darkness. We adjourn inside the club. The couple are still on the couch, still holding hands. There is more happening in the group sex room. A man is on his back, and a slim lady in her 30's is on top. Only she is facing backwards, facing towards his feet. Michael says that is called a 'reverse cowgirl'. She has very pale skin, whiter than I have ever seen before. She has red hair and I notice that she has left some hair around her pussy. It is red too. Michael was right, he said he had been with natural blondes who were like that. She alters her position, leaning back more. She seems to be enjoying it. A middle-aged woman, a little plump, is on top of a man, he is fucking her from below. A second man is fingering her arse. The second man then moves forward, and presses his penis into her arsehole. The woman stops moving and allows herself to be penetrated by two men at once. She grimaces a little as he eases his way into her. Slowly, both men resume thrusting, the man on top slowly at first. It looks like their penises are touching they are so close together. The woman shows no discomfort having two men inside her. That must be an amazing experience. A third man gets on his knees near her face. She reaches up and takes him in her mouth. I watch now as she satisfies three men. I can feel myself getting wet, and my red underwear now has a dark patch as it soaks up my juices. I feel Michael's manhood, it is larger but still not erect. We will have to do something about that soon. The man on the bottom doesn't last so long, he starts pumping faster and faster and then slows when he cums. He waits a second and pulls out before his condom slips off. The man on top is also starting to move faster. He too doesn't last so long. I know how tight it must be for him. He pumps faster a couple of times before slowing when he cums as well. He grabs his condom as he pulls out. The third man is getting all of the woman's attention now. She sucks him as well as rubbing his shaft with one hand. He grunts and cums, but we don't see anything as he is also protected by latex. There is another couple to one side. He is standing and she is on her knees, his manhood in her mouth. I watch as she runs her lips up and down his shaft while stroking him at the same time. After a while, he starts moving his hips, fucking her mouth while she bobs back and forward in time. He runs his hands through her hair as she continues to lick and suck on him. His thrusting becomes more frantic and I can feel him almost ready to cum. With a final gasp, he comes inside her mouth. She keeps on sucking on him, swallowing his semen although I can see a little dripping to one side. With some of the semen running down her face, she smiles like she enjoyed it as much as he did. I have finished my drink and Michael asks me if I want another. "No thanks." Maybe he was right and it is affecting me. All I want to do now is get rid of my underwear. I unhook my bra and slip down my g-string. I then gently ease Michael's underwear down. He takes the hint and steps out of them. His manhood is definitely swollen but not yet ready. I quickly place our small pile of clothing in the corner before returning to him. He grabs me and kisses me while stroking his favourite part, my bottom. He asks me if I want to go upstairs to the private rooms. I say no, lets do it here. I stroke his shaft, and feel it quickly grow with my caresses. His penis is not much longer than most of the others, but it is so much thicker. He asks me how I would like it. "Reverse cowgirl" "Okay" He lies down, and I kneel astride him, guiding him in. This does feel different. I lean forward and hold his legs and then start to stroke slowly. I look around and I notice we have attracted an audience. There are a couple of men and women up close and watching us. This isn't what I expected, so many people watching. One of the men reaches across and fondles my breasts. Like a lot of men, he is too hard, squeezing my breasts and hurting my nipples. I brush him away. I change a little and lean back. Michael's rod is now touching that sweet spot inside on each stroke. Now I know why that red-haired girl was enjoying this so much. It really is good. In the crowd is a girl with long blonde hair. She moves up close and reaches forward between my legs. She gazes up at me and smiles. I nod. She starts to rub my clit ever so gently. Now, this is heaven, I can feel Michael's swollen manhood brushing my sweet spot while this girl strokes and caresses my clit. I close my eyes and try to forget about our audience, I just want to cum. But I can't! No matter how good it feels, I am not getting close. Any my legs are getting tired too. I ease myself off Michael, I hear him fall out with a 'plop'. I ask him to get on top. I need to feel him deep inside me. I spread my legs and pull my knees back in anticipation. As he moves towards my hungry opening, I guide him in. He slides right in with his full depth. He pulls almost right out and does it again. At the same time, I can feel the girl up close to us; she is caressing my face while Michael thrusts so deeply. I can feel the sweat on his chest, I see the dampness in his hair. I think he is finding it as hard to cum as I am. He slows down again, drawing right out of me until I can feel him just caressing my lips before thrusting down with his full length. Then again, and again and again. I can feel the tension in his muscles as he seems to be willing himself onward. At last, one last deep thrust and a deep gasp as he cums inside me. He continues to pump three or four more times until he is spent. I love that feeling when I am full of his liquid, when I can feel both his juice and his member still inside me. He kisses me tenderly as the girl rubs her hand through his damp hair. He lies there for a bit before pulling out. The girl finds a facecloth from somewhere and wipes the juices away from my pussy and where they have drained onto the mattress. Then she does something unexpected. She bends over and kisses me, I feel her tongue between my lips, I open my mouth in anticipation. Our tongues touch, hers deep inside me. At the same time she reaches down to my swollen and wet pussy and starts to stroke me again. Quietly, she asks, "I want to taste you." I nod. She leans across my, running her tongue around my nipples, licking her way down to my womanhood. I feel her hair tickling against my skin as she explores my body. She finally gets down to my clit and teases it with her tongue. I have never tasted a female before, but I look across at her cute bottom so close to my head. I reach across and gently motion her legs towards me. She gets the hint and moves to straddles my face. I look up at her so close to my face, her labia surrounded by trimmed blonde hair. I brace myself by holding her hips and raise my mouth to kiss her there. Her lips are engorged and wet but the taste and smell is sweet. Sweeter than I imagined. I imitate her motion on me, rubbing my tongue up and down her lips and then moving to her clit, large and protruding with the excitement. I then lick her lips again just to taste her juices. I can see why men just beg to go down on us, The girl moves, and whispers to me that it is best if she concentrates on me first. She resumes by kneeling between my legs, I feel her slip her tongue inside me. Never before had a finger or a cock felt so good. Her tongue was everywhere, trying to devour my insides. Then she pulls it out and moves up. Her tongue makes contact with my clit, I just so want to cum, I am willing her to make it happen. She opens her entire mouth and devours me. Her entire mouth and lips are working on my clit. I feel the sensations build as she holds my hips to brace herself against my movements. I cry out when I cum, it's just so wonderful as the feelings flood through me. She continues to lick and suck, it's incredible. I feel the feelings building. I raise my hips, trying to force her face harder onto me. Again those feelings flood through me. But she doesn't take her face away. I want her to stop and I want her to keep going. Once more I feel it build up, again I cry out. Again I cum. It's too much, I need to stop, I need to recover. I grab her head and ease it away from me. She looks at me and smiles. "Now its my turn" She lies down beside me and I take the hint. I kneel between her legs and bury my face in her cute, blonde – framed womanhood. All I want to do is devour this pretty young girl who has taken me places I never believed possible. I start to lick her lips, lick her clit. I let my feelings take over. Then I think, slow down, take it easy. I take her whole clit in my mouth and suck and lick it. She moves her hips, I hold onto her to keep contact. Still I continue to devour her. I feel her pressing her hips hard against my face. She reaches forward and holds my head. She cries out as she cums. Just as she had done to me, I keep it up; again she presses her hips up hard against me, her pussy dripping; her juices running down my chin. Again she cries out. Again I had make her cum. Still I want to keep going. "Oh yes, just like that" She wants to cum. I keep stroking her clit. Again she cries out and I have to hold on as she cums again. Then she sits up. I move along her body, kissing her tummy, her belly button, her breasts. I want to devour this wonderful girl who has brought be so much pleasure. She reaches forward and kisses me on the lips, my lips that are still wet with her juices. Then she pulls out from under me and disappears out of view. I notice that the crowd around us is now a little smaller. Michael is kneeling nearby, his member starting to grow again. "Are you alright?" I ask. "You look a little left out." "No, not at all darling, you two are the most beautiful people in the room, and that was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen" He leans across and kisses me. I run my hands up his shaft and feel it start to grow again. I want to eat him too. "Stand up Michael" He did as he was told. I kneel before him and take him in my mouth. I can feel it grow. I remembered what the lady was doing when we saw her earlier in the evening and copied her. As well as running my lips up and down his shaft, I also use my hands on him. I feel him growing. There are still one or two watching us, but I couldn't care less. This has been a special night for me, and one which would not have happened had he not pushed me a little. I want to taste his cum for the first time. I feel some cum on the end of his shaft already, it tastes a little salty and not unpleasant. Hey, I think I learnt tonight that our bodies juices are something to relish, not something to be ashamed of. I continue to suck and to stroke. I hope he doesn't take to long to cum, my neck and lips are starting to ache. He can't run his hands through my African hair, but he holds my head and strokes my cheek. I continue to suck, I want to feel him fill me up and I want to taste his masculine juices. I feel his muscles tighten, he grunts and he spurts into my mouth, again and again. It runs over my tongue and down my throat. Hey, it feels good. Every woman should do this. I want every last drop, so I run my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, licking away all of that lovely man – juice. "Darling," he says, "I think it is time for us to go." I grab our underwear and we make our way to the locker room. On the way, coming down the stairs, we see the couple who were sitting on the couch. Coming down the stairs from the 'private rooms'. They are still holding hands only she is wearing nothing but roll top stockings and a smile and he just has the smile. His hair is untidy, hers is dishevelled. I think they had a fun time too. In the locker room are large showers, big enough for the two of us. We shower together, Michael washes away the juices from between my legs, and then I wash him. We get dressed and head back to the hotel. It is not late, but a lot has happened in the last three hours or so. EPILOGUE I slept oh so soundly and I think Michael did too. I awake with the unusual noises of the city. I feel a little confused. I notice that Michael is stirring. "Michael" "Yes darling" "I am not sure where we go from here" "What do you mean?" "Well, last night was more wonderful than I imagined, but how do we repeat that?" "Last night was special, and we will do it again sometime. But there is still you and me together. And anytime we want to we can make love together." He leans over and kisses me. I kiss him back. He runs his hands around to my bottom and fondles it. I get the hint and remove my nightie. He continues to kiss me, drawing my lips between his. At the same time he gently caresses my breasts, circling but not touching the nipples. He holds me in his arms and hugs me close to him. I wrap my leg over his, and he reaches down and fondles my leg and thigh. He knows me, he knows which parts of me to rub hard and which parts to be gentle with. He continues on my lower half. I spread my legs to give him access. He rubs my thighs, straying to my pussy lips before moving to the other thigh. He spends a little more time at my pussy, getting me hotter all of the time. All the time, he kisses my mouth, kisses the nape of my neck, kisses my nipples. I reach down for his manhood, but it is hard and erect. I don't need to stroke it, I just hold it. I wrap my fingers around it and feel the size and feel the hardness. He then moves to my clit. He places his fingers each side of and starts to rub. Not too hard, not too soft, not too fast, not too slow. I feel the pleasure building. Every now and again, he rubs a little harder. My pleasure builds more and he must sense it. He gradually increases the pressure but not the speed. The familiar sensations build up and with a gasp I cum. He immediately stops, knowing I must be sensitive. That was just so good. He starts on my pussy lips, preparing me for him. He slips one, then two fingers inside for a little while. Not too long, there is something much bigger to follow. Silently, he rolls me on my back and lifts my right leg. I pull it out of the way and he slides underneath, his leg then over my left leg and his hips right where they should be. He takes his shaft and edges it forward. I take it from him and press it to me. He slowly enters me. I feel myself expand around his size. He can't kiss me, he is lower on the bed. He strokes my cheek and kisses by breasts. He holds my face, leaves my pussy alone. All the time, he thrusts gently. I reach down and feel myself. I feel his shaft inside me just below my fingers. I rub myself, not to make myself cum, just to feel good. All of the time he kisses my nipples and caresses my face. I feel him quicken, he thrusts faster and then he thrusts very, very deep into me. He grunts as he cums. I feel him fill me, his juices and his shaft now inside me. He continues to lie inside me as I rest my leg on his hip. The juices are running out of me and down my legs. "What about the sheet?" I ask "It's a present for the maid" he replies. "The stain is her souvenir that we love each other and we made love this morning in this bed." Swingers' Party: Teacher Train A young teacher unwittingly goes to a swinger's party and becomes the party. NOTE 1: This is a Halloween contest story. Please vote!!! NOTE 2: A thank you for my passionate and thoughtful editors: Steve B and Estragon. * I moved to a new school this fall and, although I was pretty crazy in college and am rather dynamic in my classroom, I am pretty shy and reclusive with my colleagues. I was the only new teacher in the school and I just didn't seem to fit in. The only other new person was an intern named Heather. We went out for drinks a couple of times, and had shared some rather naughty sexual secrets while intoxicated, but had not really hung out more than after-school drinks. Then out of the blue she invited me to a Halloween party. Sick of being alone marking History papers, I figured I might as well go. I should note I love Halloween. My craziest sexual encounter occurred on Halloween when my boyfriend at the time actually penetrated me while we were standing in line for a movie. I was panty-less, as my boyfriend always expected me to be, and the line was packed tight. He draped his sports jacket over his arm and I felt his hard cock on my thighs, so although nervous as hell, I spread my legs, attempting to give him access. He only got the wide mushroom head of his cock in me before the line started to move, but it started a night of firsts. During the movie, a showing of Rocky Show Horror Picture Show, I sucked him off and swallowed the first of two loads he would fill me with. After the show, he fucked me on the hood of his car and came in me as two peeping Toms watched. I noticed them but, instead of being mortified, it seemed to turn me on. I put on a very naughty show for them, talking dirty and doing porn star moaning. It was my one act of crazy-out-of-character sex I ever had, and was always the one recurring fantasy I jilled off too late at night when I was all alone in bed. But I digress...the point is I love Halloween. I get to dress up and be someone other than myself. In the past I had been a French maid, a naughty nurse and a sexy cowgirl. Yet, when I learned I was going to a party with a bunch of strangers, I decided to play it safe and ended up going as an angel, dressed completely in white. I had the halo, the conservative dress, the white pantyhose and the three-inch white heels. Heather picked me up, dressed in a slutty Robin outfit from Batman and Robin that barely held in her ridiculously large breasts. The skirt also barely went mid-thigh, and she chuckled when she saw my outfit. "Why didn't you just go as a nun?" I stammered, now feeling silly, "I don't know anyone at the party and didn't want to come off as slutty." Heather smiled as she led me to her car, "Oh don't you worry, they will all know you by the end of the evening." At the time the statement seemed odd, but in retrospect it was an incredibly subtle hint of what was in store for me. We did the usual chit-chat work bullshit on the drive, while I tried not to stare at her perfect breasts. In comparison to my 34b breasts, hers were Amazon-like. I should note, in full disclosure, I am very bi. I had a few lesbian relationships in my past, again mostly college, but had a six month relationship with an older teacher at my last school that ended poorly, leading me to switch jobs. And although it had been six months since I had touched a man or a woman, suddenly my wanton desire was becoming harder to ignore. We arrived at the party. As soon as we entered the house, a mansion really, I felt out of place. Not only did I not know a single person here besides Heather, every girl I saw was dressed as if they were about to be filmed in a porno scene. There was the slutty pirate, the slutty mermaid, the slutty flapper, the slutty cop, the slutty nurse, the slutty Cinderella, three slutty Lady Gaga's and, of course, the slutty school girl. The women's ages ranged from early twenties to over forty. Heather grabbed my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine, which surprised me and gave me a slight tingle down below, and led me to a beautiful redhead. The redhead was introduced as Amy and she was the hostess of the party. Her green eyes were hypnotizing and my tingle down below began to distract me. The redhead was dressed as a real slutty version of Pebbles Flintstone. She put her hand out and said, "You must be Mandy. I have heard very good things about you." "You have?" I stammered, stunned that Amy would have talked about me to her. "Oh yes," the redheaded Goddess smiled, "she said you would be a perfect fit for our group." "Oh," I replied, confused. Before I could get any clarification, another woman, dressed as the mandatory slutty maid, came over and pulled Amy away. I turned to Heather, who was still holding my hand, and asked, "What group?" "Oh, just the people here. She is very selective in who she invites into her home. Thus I had to vouch for you," Heather explained, squeezing my hand just a bit. Feeling a bit lucky and decadent, I thanked the younger intern, "Well, I am happy you thought of me." The next twenty minutes I was introduced to over thirty people and had two glasses of wine before I was introduced to Amy's husband, dressed not surprisingly as Bam Bam Rubble. He went to kiss my hand all suave-like, and spilt a whole glass of red wine on my pure white costume. Within seconds, Amy was over and pulling me away. "I am so sorry Mandy. My husband is a klutz at the best of times, never mind when he has had a few drinks in him." I attempted to explain that it was no big deal, but before I knew it, I was in a massive bedroom, a room that was truly bigger than my whole apartment. Before I could even say how gorgeous the room was, the pretty hostess had my dress off. "Shit," she muttered, "the wine went through and onto your bra." In the blink of an eye, she had unclasped my bra. Just as quickly she was gone and I was alone in white panties, pantyhose and heels in a stranger's bedroom. Instantly a chill went up my back and I was shivering. Against my own wishes, my nipples perked up and I attempted to cover myself while I waited. Amy returned and said, all apologetic, "I am so sorry about that. Now let's get you a new costume." She shuffled through her closet and sighed. "Unfortunately, I am a bit larger than you, but my daughter may have something." She handed me a robe, which I quickly put on. She grabbed my hand and led me to another large room, although this one was not as big as my apartment. She let go of my hand and, after much snooping, came back with a school girl's uniform and a cheerleader's outfit. "Well, the choices, I am sorry to say, are rather limited." I joked, trying to put some humour into the situation, "Well, at least I will fit in with the rest of the costumes now." She laughed in return and suggested, "Well let's try the schoolgirl look, shall we?" I shrugged, thinking why not? Her sweet tender voice asked me, as one would ask to pass them some sugar for their coffee, "Please take off your robe, Mandy." Not feeling at all self-conscious around this stunning woman, which was odd for me, I took off the robe. The older hostess surprised me when she commented, "I would die for your legs, girl." "Thanks, I always considered them my best asset. I wish I had breasts like you," I replied, attempting to return the compliment. "Are you kidding me?" she responded, "They are too big. My husband treats them like fucking basketballs and no matter how much I workout I can't prevent the inevitable sag." The surprises continued as she took off her flimsy tight costume. Underneath her costume she was only wearing a white thong. I saw little evidence of sagging and could feel my mouth watering at the thought of them in my mouth. I questioned, trying not to stare at these large breasts, "What sagging? Those look pretty perfect to me." The big-breasted hostess moved directly in front of me and surprised me yet again. She grabbed my right hand and placed it under her left breast and assisted me in cupping her breasts. "See, they sag." Mesmerized by the breast in my hand, I mumbled, "They seem pretty damn perfect to me." Still holding my hand to her mouth-watering breasts, she complimented, "You have perfect little titties, Mandy." Not used to such flattery over my most insecure body part, I blushed and sputtered, "Thanks, but they are so small." Her right hand went to my left breast. An uncontrollable soft moan escaped my lips at her sudden touch. Her smile broadened and she explained, "They are the perfect size. Not too big, not too small. A perfect handful." She squeezed my breast gently as she finished speaking. I desperately wanted to feel her lips on my erect nipples. Instead I was brought back to reality. Her hand left my needy breast and she noted, seemingly concerned, "It must be freezing in here. Your nipples are as hard as diamonds. Although the costumes we have probably won't warm you up much. " The domino-chain of surprises continued on this roller coaster ride of teasing. The beautiful and almost completely naked redhead dropped to her knees and I instantly felt a shiver flow through my whole body and a little juice leak out of my very wet pussy. I instantly worried she would be able to smell my naughty scent. She asked, "Lift your foot up, honey." I obliged, and she unbuckled the straps on my high heel shoe. Once my first shoe was off, she took off my second heel before complimenting, "What cute toenails." I loved the compliment. I always had my hands and feet perfectly manicured and had done them today, painting them a ruby red, a small contrast to the all-white outfit I had worn. It was my small, but subtle, hint at the naughty side that lay dormant inside. "Thank you, I just had them done today." Reading my mind, she noted, "The red is quite a contrast, my dear. A naughty little contrast." I blushed. Still one her knees, in one quick lightning flash, she grabbed my pantyhose tops and pulled my pantyhose off. "You won't be needing these anymore," she nonchalantly said and tossed them to the side. She lingered, her face close to my very excited pussy before standing up. She grabbed the schoolgirl blouse. "Unfortunately, I don't have a bra that will fit you, so you will have to go braless." Speaking for the first time in a while and attempting to hide my horniness and nervousness, I joked, "How 1960's." She handed me her daughter's school uniform blouse. While I buttoned the somewhat tight blouse on me, I watched Amy grab the skirt and reposition herself at my feet. Suddenly the door opened and I jumped startled and embarrassed by the perception of how this would look. Heather walked in and said, a look of shock on her face, "Oh sorry, I am obviously interrupting something." Amy quickly explained, "Don't be silly. We are just getting a costume for our new friend." Heather closed the door, an odd smirk on her face I couldn't understand, "I brought some more wine. White this time," she joked. I quickly finished buttoning the blouse and lifted my feet up so Amy could pull the skirt up. Once dressed, Heather handed me a full glass of wine, which I quickly half downed, my tipsiness becoming more apparent. Amy stood up and looked at me. "You definitely need the knee-high socks." "For sure," Heather concurred. Amy went in search of the socks while I continued to drink my wine. "She's awesome, isn't she?" "Yes," I agreed, "She is very open." "You don't know the half of it," Heather replied, her tone oddly foreboding. "Found some," Amy announced, breaking the odd moment Heather and I were having. She handed them to Heather, who took them and, without a word, dropped to her knees and began to put the socks on me. I protested, "Heather, I can do it myself." Amy spoke for Heather, "No, no, no. Heather will do it for you." I watched, almost detached from reality. Was this really happening? And what exactly was happening? The last twenty minutes had been all surreal and dripped with unspoken sexual innuendo, but Heather on her knees dressing me upped the ante. From my standing position, I had a bird's-eye view of Heather's ample cleavage. Her breasts and the third glass of wine, which I had just finished, had me thinking naughty, naughty thoughts. My increasingly wet pussy also gave away the impact the odd situation was having on me. I began to fantasize diving between Heather's barely covered tits when I was brought out of my mischievous daze. "Hello, Earth to Mandy!" "W-w-what?" I stammered, briefly confused. "I said, you look really adorable," Amy repeated, and pointed to the closet mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror and barely recognized myself. "Wow," I muttered out loud. "Wow, indeed," Heather commented, her voice sultry sweet. "But...." she added. "But what?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious. "You need pigtails," Heather announced. "Brilliant!" Amy enthusiastically agreed. I stood like a statue as Amy grabbed a couple of elastic hair bands and quickly put two pigtails in my shoulder-length, light brown hair. Backing up to get a full look at me, "Now that is perfect." "Agreed," Heather concurred, "Plus, they will make great handlebars." Amy burst out laughing, "That they will." "Handlebars?" I asked, feeling completely out of the loop. Heather smiled slyly, her foreboding tone back, "You'll see soon enough." Just as I was about to ask what that meant, Amy confused me even more by moving towards me and kissing me. My body melted at the touch, remembering how good it was to be kissed, and I didn't even hesitate to return the kiss. I opened my mouth and felt Amy's tongue slide into my mouth. The kiss, gentle at first, slowly escalated to reckless passion. Without breaking our lip-lock, Amy slowly pushed me backwards and onto her daughter's bed. Once on the bed, Amy broke the kiss, her big breasts now directly in my face, and offered, "Go ahead, baby, I know you have wanted to suck on them for a while now." I leaned forward and took her left breast into my salivating mouth. Amy moaned, "That's it baby, suck on my titties." I licked, sucked and nibbled on her breasts, eager to please. She pushed my head back on the bed and pressed her breasts back in my face. Although slightly suffocated, I continued to explore Amy's gorgeous mounds of flesh. While my face was buried, I suddenly felt my skirt, well Amy's daughter's skirt, being pulled off me. I lifted my ass up to assist with my undressing. Now naked from the waist down, I vaguely heard Heather say, "Holy shit, her pussy is soaking wet." Amy pulled her breasts away from my mouth and looked me directly in my eyes. "Is that true, baby, is your pussy all wet?" "Yes," I moaned, feeling my legs being pushed apart. Asking a question I am sure she already knew the answer to, "What got that sweet pussy of yours all wet?" "You," I moaned again, feeling lips kissing my inner thigh. "What about me?" she asked, beginning to unbutton my blouse. Wanting to please her, to compliment her, I answered in complete honesty, "Everything. You're lovely breasts, your sexy voice, your tender touch and your open demeanour." "My lovely breasts," she repeated, "I have had them called lots of things before, but lovely breasts is a first." My last button was undone and Amy opened my shirt and said, "Do you want me to suck on your lovely little titties?" "Desperately," I moaned, feeling Heather's hot breath just inches from my already leaking pussy. "Do you want Heather to lick that sweet pussy of yours?" Amy asked leaning forward and taking my erect right nipple in her mouth. Another moan of pleasure escaped my mouth and I whimpered, "Yes." Taking her lips off my breast, Amy said, "Well, then just ask her then." Amy returned her attention to my breasts and I nervously begged, "Heather, please eat me." "Eat your what?" Heather teased, her hot breath now directly on my pussy. Desperate to be touched down below, I begged, "Please eat my pussy, my cunt, my hole. I am begging you." "If you really want it, you are my pet tonight." Heather surprised me, before her tongue did one quick lick on my hard clit. "What?" I moaned, a mix of erotic pleasure from Amy's mouth on my breasts and Heather's brief tease on my pussy. Amy interjected, "You see, my dear, this party is our annual Halloween swing party." "Swing party," I repeated, stunned. "Yes," Amy explained. "And you see, every year a new guest is invited to be the special entertainment for the evening. Last year Heather was the special guest. This year it is you!" Amy returned to my hard nipples. "Me?" I asked, in a state of complete bewilderment. Amy released the nipple that she had between her teeth. "You indeed, and I think Heather made an excellent choice. You see, last year Heather was brought by Allison, who was the special guest the year before. Next year it will be your duty to bring a special guest if you want to become a lifetime member to this and other special gatherings." She again returned her attention to my sensitive nipples. I moaned and tried to process all that I had just learned. My mind was a haze of drunkenness and horniness, neither a very good state to make logical decisions in. I repeated, trying to comprehend, "I am the special guest?" Heather licked my pussy for a few seconds before quitting and answering, "Yes, you are the special guest." She slid a finger easily inside my dripping wet pussy and asked, "Do you want me to make you come?" Without even a second of thought I begged, "Please Heather, eat my pussy." "You mean your cunt, right?" Thinking it was just semantics and both words were rather naughty and inappropriate, I repeated what she wanted to hear. "Yes Heather, please eat my wet fucking cunt." "You'll be our special little plaything tonight?" Heather asked. My pussy aching for attention, her finger still lodged in me, but not moving, I declared, horny to do just about anything, "Yes dammit, I'll do whatever you want tonight, now please eat my fucking cunt. I am so horny I am about to explode." Heather, finally content with my answer, dove into my dripping cunt and began licking me while she also began to finger-fuck me. The double sensation, triple if you include Amy's tender playing of my breasts, was too much and in only a couple of minutes of concentrated attention to my wanton cunt and I was screaming like a nasty whore. "Oh my fucking God, that feels so amazing. Don't stop Heather, keep licking my cunt." Heather, clearly aware of how close I was to an orgasm, my first orgasm with another person in four months, slipped a second finger in me with surprising ease, and began pumping my cunt while sucking on my swollen clit. Unlike many women who can only come once, my first orgasm usually takes a while and then they come fast and furious. So although my moans were loud and I was loving every minute of Heather's clearly experienced tongue, I knew I was still a while away from an orgasm...but I was wrong. Heather sucked my clit into her sweet little mouth like she was a fucking Hoover vacuum and hooked her fingers inside my fevered cunt and found my long lost g-spot. I instantly screamed, "Oh, my bloody heavens, I'm comingggggg." My legs tightened around Heather's head as I gushed like a broken faucet all over her pretty face. Once my orgasm had subsided, my next one was already lingering, when Heather pulled herself up and out from between my legs. Heather, her face literally glistening from my juice, smiled, "Fuck! You come hard." Amy sat up also and I shrugged, "Once I start coming, it takes forever to stop." "That will surely be tested tonight," Heather predicted. In the heat of sexual bliss I had forgotten that I was some sort of special toy for the evening. Amy handed me another glass of wine. I quickly shot half of it. Amy looked me over for what seemed like forever before she decided, "I think the cheerleading costume will be better for the rest of tonight's entertainment." Swingers' Party: Teacher Train "Agreed," Heather responded with a nod. Unlike the erotic sexual undertone tease of my first dressing, this time Amy and Heather dressed me with systematic precision. When they were done, I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a red and white cheerleading outfit, with white thigh high stockings, clearly in view with such a short skirt and my hair was still in pigtails. I looked fucking hot. "You are good enough to eat," Heather commented and added, a sexy smirk on her face, "again." Amy chuckled, "Time for the main attraction." "Indeed," Heather smiled, taking my hand. Although nervous and full of angst, I allowed myself to be led into the sexual unknown. A small tinge of trepidation was easily overtaken by the excitement I was feeling. My pussy was still soaking wet and I was revved up for more. Once back downstairs, I quickly realized a lot had changed. Now I didn't walk into a full-scale orgy or anything, but things had apparently started to get a lot looser. A guy dressed, as I think, an eighties pimp was fucking a girl dressed as Marilyn Monroe and the girl in the slutty Cinderella costume was sucking on a big black cock, which was attached to a guy wearing some sort of medieval costume. I was led to a chubby, but very pretty, woman dressed in a Batman outfit that was a size or two too small. She also was wearing a strap-on dildo around her waist. I assumed this was the afore-mentioned Allison, and soon learned I was right. "Good choice, Heather," the chunky brunette complimented. "Thank you, Allison," Heather replied, before introducing me, "and this is Mandy." The strap-on cock-wearing Allison took my free hand and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you." Her smile dripped with sweetness, her cock poking me ever so close to my still fired up pussy. I blushed, "it is nice to meet you too." "Are you ready for a fun night?" she asked, with a suggestive smile. "I think so," I stammered, extremely nervous, as I looked around and felt more than a dozen sets of eyes boring into me. "Come with me," Batwoman said, taking my hand. I followed her and she took me to a quiet area of the house. "What is your fantasy?" "What?" I asked, surprised by the question. "Well, you are the special guest and many men and women here are salivating with the thought of using you, but we do like to attempt to make some naughty fantasy of yours come true." "Oh," I said stunned, "I don't know." "For example," Allison explained, "Two years ago when I was the special guest I received my fantasy of being used as a personal sex-toy for a younger couple. Last year, Heather's fantasy was to be the centerpiece of a lesbian orgy." "Oh my," I whispered, a naughty fantasy flashing in my head. Allison's noticed my smile and asked, "One popped into your head didn't it?" "Yes," I said, suddenly ashamed. "Tell me," she ordered, her voice still sweet, but with a hint of authority. "Well you see, I can have multiple orgasms. Actually, I can have dozens of orgasms. So, my recurring fantasy is to have man after man fuck me for hour after hour." "Well, that can be arranged. You want to be gangbanged?" "No, not so much gangbanged, as just have guy after guy come in me and on me," I tried to explain, not really sure myself. "Aaahh, a train," Allison said with a smile. "Come with me." She grabbed my hand again and led me back to the living room. She took me to the couch, bent me over and lifted up my cheerleading skirt. Before I even had time to react, she slid her strap-on cock inside my pussy and began fucking me. Suddenly, over a dozen people were watching me be fucked by another woman. It should have been humiliating or embarrassing, yet my trigger pussy was already rekindling a fire. Heather came over and Allison whispered something to her and Heather responded by saying "Will do". Allison asked, "You like my cock, Mandy?" "Yes," I whimpered, the plastic cock now buried in me. "Beg me to fuck you," she ordered. I looked up and saw the many smiling faces watching me. My pussy, my cunt, doing my thinking for me, I ignored the obvious public humiliation I should have been feeling and begged, "Yes, Allison, fuck my cunt, fuck me like a whore in front of all these strangers." Allison slapped my ass and purred, "You are going to be a very good slut for us tonight, aren't you?" She pumped my pussy hard and I whimpered, "Yes, I'll be a very good slut for all of you tonight." The hardcore fucking, the name calling, which secretly turned me on for some unknown reason, and the growing crowd of men and women watching, had my cunt-tingling and the fire that had never fully been extinguished began burning red hot and my moaning increased ten-fold. "Is our little slut close to coming?" Allison asked, never slowing down her assault of my cunt. "Yes," I moaned, "make me come." In response I felt her pull the fake cock out of my eager cunt. Before I had time to react and beg her to put it back in me, I felt much bigger hands, man hands, on my hips. I turned around and saw a guy in a full Spiderman costume, so I couldn't see his face, but I could see his stiff cock, briefly, before it disappeared between my legs and into my cunt. I gave out a loud, over-the-top moan when he buried his, cock, bigger than Allison's toy, in me. He held his cock deep in me and said, "You looked like you could use a real cock." Not remotely caring about anything but reaching orgasmic bliss, I responded like the cock-hungry slut I was becoming, "Fuck yes. Fuck me with your big hard cock." Spiderman obliged my request and began to really pound my pussy. I moaned loudly and felt the orgasm building and a few seconds later screamed, "Oh fuck, yes, I'm coming, keep fucking me Spiderman." The orgasm spread like wildfire through me as Spiderman's big cock continued to ravish my cunt. I was just about to speak again when I was greeted with another stiff cock, this time in my face. I looked up to see a big buff male God in a Roman costume standing in front of me, on the couch. His six inch cock saluted me and he smiled a cocky smile that told me he expected me to be good. Not wanting to disappoint, I opened my mouth and he slid it in between my lips. It had been a long time since I had a cock in my mouth, but luckily the skill doesn't leave you, it seems. I attempted to use my tongue and lips to tease his mushroom head while Spiderman continued to hammer away at me from behind. Bent over the couch was slightly awkward and I couldn't get into a good position to suck his cock. Suddenly I heard Spiderman grunt, "I'm coming slut," and a few seconds later I felt a load of cum explode inside me. He continued pumping his cock in and out of me until every last drop of his jizz was buried deep in me and he pulled out. My cunt was empty for less than five seconds before I felt a smaller cock slide into my well-lubed pussy. I was curious who it was, but felt the Roman God's hands on my head and soon he began to move his cock in and out of my mouth. For the first time in my life I was being face-fucked. Luckily, he moved his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, while the guy behind me was fucking me like a high school virgin. There was no flow or style, just quick pumps and strokes. That said, it was enough to hit my pussy trigger and I reached another orgasm. I opened my mouth a bit to let out a scream, as best as I could do with a cock in my mouth. The guy in my cunt may well have been a virgin for all I know, as he didn't last long before he shot a load deep in me. Once he slid out, it was quickly replaced with another cock that soon began pumping in and out of my well-fucked cunt. Eager to taste this Roman God's cum, I focused all my attention on his delicious cock. I deep throated as best I could and created extra saliva to create an oasis of pleasure for his cock. It took less than three minutes of my focused sucking to hear a grunt, which was followed by a heavy load of cum coating my throat. I swallowed it all and kept sucking until he pulled out of my mouth. He looked down at me, smiled and gave me a wink before walking away. Curious to see who was fucking me, I turned around to see the man who triggered it all, Amy's husband. He too gave me a naughty smile and spanked my ass. "Enjoying yourself?" I moaned, "Very much so." "Turn around babe," he ordered. I did and saw one of the Lady Gaga clones sitting on the couch with a smile. Without a word she kissed me. I kissed back as best I could while being drilled from behind. Suddenly, I felt hands on my ponytails and had my head pulled back as Amy's husband fucked me. I instantly caught on to the earlier handlebars joke. The Lady Gaga lookalike nibbled on my neck as another orgasm from being treated so rough shook through me. I screamed, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder." My dirty talk seemed to get him off and I felt yet another load of cum explode in my cunt. I continued my dirty talk, "Yes, fill me with your cum." He slapped my ass and pulled out. The Lady Gaga lookalike ordered, "Come here, slut." I stood up which was nice after being bent over a couch for an hour. As I walked around the couch, she lifted up her micro skirt to reveal a full patch of red hair covering her pussy. She ordered, "Get eating, dyke." I thought it was funny being called a dyke after I had been fucked for the past hour. Regardless, I fell to my knees and buried myself between her pale white legs and began licking her pussy. She was already wet and her scent seemed to be trapped in her red pubic hair. The scent was heavenly and I took my time licking her pussy. Just as I found a path that had less hair, I felt hands on my hips and soon felt a big cock slide inside. I moved my head to see who was fucking me, but felt Lady Gaga's hand on my head, pulling me back into her cunt. "Don't you dare stop licking me, slut. You are my little cunt for now." A tingle of excitement flowed through me at such a dominant declaration and I returned to licking her pussy. The cock in my pussy was the biggest that has ever been inside me and it felt fucking amazing. He began to fuck me with each thrust, pushing my whole face into the wannabe Lady Gaga's cunt. Realizing that licking her constantly was almost impossible with my face being forced into her, I decided to use my whole mouth and nose to please her. I angled my face so my nose was on her clit and I extended my tongue out, attempting to use it like a small cock. It seemed to be working as I began to hear moans coming from her. Another orgasm was bubbling inside me and it exploded through me when the unknown 'big cock man' in me began to tease my asshole. I felt his finger teasing my ass and when his finger slid inside my tight asshole I let out a muffled scream into the pussy I was pleasing. He began to finger-fuck my ass while still fucking me with his perfect cock. The double sensation had my orgasm lasting longer than usual. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me. Disappointment overwhelmed me, I wanted him back in me; I had never been fucked so well. Just as suddenly, I felt my ass cheeks pulled apart and then a cock pushing into my asshole. I had been ass-fucked a few times, but never by a cock so big. I heard the unknown guy ask, "Beg for me to fuck your ass, baby." The Lady Gaga wannabe let go of my head, and I looked up to see a guy in a Batman outfit. I couldn't see any of his face other than his chiselled chin. I begged, "Fuck my ass, Batman. Be my hero." I turned back around and dove back into the red-haired pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth and licked like crazy. I felt my ass opening slowly as Batman gently penetrated my ass. I focused on the delicious pussy to distract myself from the slight burning in my ass, which hadn't been entered in over a year. I kept swirling my tongue on her clit in my mouth and felt her legs tighten around my head and her hand pulled my face deeper into her so I could barely breathe. I continued licking while the cock in my ass went deeper than I imagined possible. The Lady Gaga lookalike's juices exploded on my face, like being at the bottom of Niagara Falls. I continued licking and felt Batman begin to slowly move in and out of my ass. The pain had subsided and pleasure began to build within me. I lifted my head up and Lady Gaga repositioned herself and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss. When she finally broke it she smiled, "Man I taste good." She kissed me one more time and sauntered away. Now with just a cock in my ass, I grabbed the corner of the couch for balance and begged, like a complete slut, "Fuck my ass harder, Batman." Instantly, he grabbed my hips and began to pick up the pace. I whimpered, the pain coming back a bit, and just allowed my ass to be ravished. "You like that, slut?" Batman asked. His voice seemed slightly familiar, but I couldn't place it. I answered, "Yes, I love your cock in my ass. It fills me so completely. Fuck me harder, Batman." "Fuck, you're hot like this Mandy, way sexier than I imagined when I hired you," he grunted, beginning to thrust into my ass hard and fast. I moaned in ecstasy and then panic when I realized whose voice it was. I asked, "Principal Hanson?" "You can call me Mike," he grunted again, continuing to ravish my ass. I was stunned. My married Principal was fucking my ass! My married Principal was the best ass-fuck I had ever had! My married Principal knew I was a dirty whore! How was I going to deal with this when I returned to school? What about his wife, Jessica? She worked in my department. As I pondered this, a woman in fishnets sat on the couch and presented her shaved pussy to me. I looked up and saw it was Jessica, dressed in a matching Batgirl outfit. My face went white, I am sure, as I was eye to eye with the wife of my Principal, who was currently ramming my ass. She smiled, "We have wanted to fuck you since you were hired, Mandy. You are going to be a regular at our house parties now, aren't you?" I stammered, greatly distracted by the cock buried in my ass, "Um-I-I-I-Jessica, I am sorry, I...." "Shut up, Mandy. This is simple. From now on, you are our pet. Our personal little plaything. You are my and Mike's slut. You will be at our beck and call for Mike to use all three of your holes and for you to please me as I wish: at work, at our home, wherever we want. Is that understood, slut?" Her voice was powerful, aggressive and no-nonsense. Her finger went into her pussy while I watched in utter shock. Instead of answering, another orgasm shook my foundation and I screamed, "Oh my fucking God Mike, I'm coming...." As my huffing and puffing continued, the orgasm refusing to let go, Jessica pulled her finger out of her cunt and ordered, "Suck your new Mistress' cum." Without thinking I opened my mouth and took my colleague's cunt juice from her finger. "Good pet," she purred. "Now come and get some from the source." She grabbed my head and pulled me by my handlebars into her ripe, glistening pussy. I licked and licked, eager to please her. While I lapped at her shaved cunt, I heard my Principal grunt, "I'm coming in your ass, slave." The word 'slave' sent a chill down my spine as I felt cum explode up my rectum. He pulled out and I felt his cum slip out of my ass and down my legs. I felt hands grab me and, before I knew it, I was straddling an average looking 40's cowboy and was pushed forward to have another cock back in my ass, courtesy of a guy I never did get a look at. Jessica grabbed my handlebars again and pulled me back into her pussy while I encountered my first double penetration. The double sensation was amazing and, within only a couple of minutes of riding two cocks, yet another orgasm quaked my being. I continued licking and nibbling and sucking on Jessica's pussy lips, attempting to show my worth as her new slut. I should have been mortified me, yet I felt the exact opposite. I was wanted. It felt so fucking good. The next ten minutes was like a hardcore movie scene. I was called names. I was ass-slapped. I begged and swore. I bounced back on the cocks in me like a veteran porn star. I brought Jessica off to a pretty powerful orgasm. I had one more myself and felt more loads of cum fill both my ass and pussy. Once done, I collapsed on the floor completely exhausted, cum leaking from my pussy and ass. Suddenly, I felt hands on my ass and I heard Heather's voice say, "Roll over baby." I did as instructed and lay on my back for the first time in over an hour. Heather parted my rubber-like legs and dove into my cum-filled pussy. Her tongue was amazing and such a gentle touch after the past two hours of hardcore fucking. She licked my pussy so gently, seemingly trying to extract all the cum still in my cunt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Heather's sweet tongue for a few minutes, another orgasm building in me. As if reading my mind, knowing I was close to orgasm, she slid two fingers into my pussy and hooked them inside, finding my g-spot. A few seconds later, I screamed, "Yes Heather, more, more, moreeeeeeee." Once my orgasm was done, Heather pulled me up and gave me a tit-mashing hug, followed by a tongue- led kiss. Finally, she broke the kiss and took my hand and led me back to Amy's daughter's room. Once inside, she said, "So, did you enjoy?" I smiled, "Very much so, but my legs are killing me." "Well, I will go get your clothes, and we will go back to my place and soak in my hot tub," Heather suggested. "Sounds perfect," I purred. She kissed me one more time and headed out to find my clothes. Sore, tired, drunk and, strangely, still horny, I lay back on the bed and began rubbing my clit. So focused on replaying the night's events in my head, I didn't hear the door open and close, but I did hear the very clear words of a shocked girl say, "Mandy, what are you doing on my bed, in my cheerleading outfit?" I looked up and saw Quinn, a beautiful redhead college student from my rec volleyball team, looking at me in a slutty maid outfit. I stammered, "Q-Q-Q-Quinn, I am...." Quinn walked over and put her finger to my lips. She smiled, clearly excited, like a kid on Christmas morning, "Shush, Mandy, you are mine now." She replaced her fingers with her lips and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I realized the night was just getting started.