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A woman at her first swinger party


Submitted:Mar 11, 2013    Reads: 1,885    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   


They were seeing each other for a while. They knew every inch of each other's body, where to touch, where a mere breath could make them quiver with pleasure. Perhaps what made it so passionate and exciting was that they never spent more than an afternoon together. Sometimes it was every other week and sometimes they wouldn't see each other for months. It was never enough, she felt like she was never completely satisfied.

But today was different. Today they would try something that involved trust and complete knowledge of that no matter what they will still be together, knowledge that they are the most exciting, stimulating and beautiful to one another. They met in a parking lot. Usually she would walk into the room after he got there. When she did, it was like he was thirsting after her all these days without her. But he knew the rules. She would walk into a bathroom, take her clothes off leaving just a bra and panties and her high heels. They were never the same. He loved seeing her emerge, different every time. He would reach for her. She would go to him, but not today.

Today they reach the room together. She is holding his hand a little apprehensive about what she will find, but trusting him to protect her. They are late. The one thing he always chastises her about. She never can judge the travel time accurately. She clings to his hand as they walk in and the room is full with people. She guesses there are about 20 people standing, sitting, walking, all in various stages of dress and undress.

There is a smell of something familiar, something primitive, and something wild. There are noises coming from adjoining rooms. They scare and entice her at the same time. Did she just hear someone scream? Or was it a sigh? A man's hand brushes her ass and it makes her flinch. Her partner holds her hand tighter and whispers to her to let him know if she doesn't want any of these people to touch her. Another man approaches, he is young and he obviously knows her companion. They shake hands. He hugs her and tells her not to worry. They make their rounds saying hello. She is so nervous her legs feel wobbly on high heels. She is short and is used to wearing heels but today her legs feel unsteady. Yet despite her nervousness, those noises from the other room, they sound almost like they are calling to her. She needs to see. She walks in, still clinging to her partner. It takes a bit of time to get used to a dim light. As her sight adjusts, she sees a woman on a bed surrounded by men. She is on her knees with her lips wrapped around a shaft that is throbbing in her mouth as the man's hand holds her head. Oh no, he is not holding it. He is pulling her mouth deeper onto his cock. She is moaning. On her other side there is a man, pounding into her. Her whole body is moving in a rhythm. As if it is doing a dance of its own, back and forth, back and forth, faster, then slower, then faster again. Is she moaning from pleasure from being violated or from the taste of the cock? It is hard to tell. On the bed next to her, there is another woman. She is dark skinned. Her legs are folded and a man is worshipping her. His tongue is darting around her pussy. She is silent? Does she like this?

This is all so erotic so hot. The woman begins to feel the warmth building up in her pussy. Her legs are shaking again but now for a different reason. She is so aroused. Her nipples are hard and her pussy is wet. Her partner senses her arousal and turns her toward him starting to kiss her, running his hands over her. Now everyone is watching. Slowly he takes her clothes off, once again fascinated by black lace against her pale skin. He is also aroused. Their kissing becomes more urgent. She has to feel him. She has to have that deep ache satisfied. He leads her to the bed. All eyes are on them. She no longer cares who is around who is watching. She must have him. She mounts him, guiding his cock impatiently wanting her vagina to devour him, to make him touch that spot deep within her. There is nothing gentle about his thrusts. He knows she doesn't want gentle she needs that pounding sensation harder and harder. She needs to orgasm, but it is not coming. She rides him into oblivion, feeling his release as a gush of cum fills her. But she needs more. Now their bed is surrounded by men. They, like any predator, sense her need. Next man takes his turn. She moans, she screams, she begs for that pounding for release that is beyond her grasp at the moment. She turns her head to find a cock next to her inviting mouth eagerly waiting at attention. Oh, how she craves the taste of it. It is not as big as her partner's but it does taste good. She sucks on it greedily as the man keeps pounding into her. She sucks harder running the tip of her tongue along the shaft, then nibbling on the tip of a hard pulsating cock, then sticking her tongue into an opening. The man pulls out with a groan. She almost made him cum. She gives him a wanton smile. On the other side there is another cock, she reaches for it, but spits it out. It has a condom on it. Now another man takes a turn at trying to satisfy her, his mouth is on her clit. Sliding up and down, in and out, it is overwhelming. She feels the buildup. It starts somewhere deep inside then comes closer, then vanishes again just to start building up again. He is relentless. His tongue is on all the right spots. Finally she finds a release. With a scream that comes from the abyss that is her inner being leaving her quivering. But it is still not enough. She needs a cock to feel a different kind of orgasm, the kind that comes from the core. There is a man on each of her breasts sucking, teasing her nipples.

She loses count as to how many men try to please her until she feels too hot to continue. She informs them of her predicament. One man rushes out to bring her a cool bottle of water and the rest blow on her to cool her down, but she needs rest. She shoos them away. She doesn't care that she is naked in her black high heels. Like an empress visiting her realm she strolls into a living room. She is no longer afraid or apprehensive. She is a goddess to be worshipped. They wait for her to cool down just so they can try to please her again. For the first time she feels her power. All she has to do is command. That is what her partner wanted to show her, so she could find her inner goddess of pleasure. She never felt more alive than at that moment. She knows she'll do it again. It is now a part of her.





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