I couldn’t believe that I was actually here. My friends had told me that I would be an idiot if I went through with it, but personally, I thought I would be an idiot if I didn’t. I was feeling nervous, but very excited and extremely brave. This was just what I needed to make me feel better about myself.
John was my brother’s best friend. I had never been with a guy and I had always wanted to, I just never thought I’d end up hooking up with my ultimate guy as my first. I’d first met him at my older brother’s party. He’d had a huge group of people around when my parents went out of town. My parents were initially going to go out of town the week before, but then I had to remind them that it was my eighteenth birthday. They sheepishly rescheduled and my brother was given the opportunity to plan an unforgettable evening.
I caught his eye from across the room. Me and some friends were trying to keep a low profile, not wanting to invade my brother’s friends. They were all older and much more experienced when it came to drinking. So me and my friends just took some drinks and went up stairs, but not before I ran into John.
He was in the corner talking to some beautiful girl, but he didn’t seem all that interested. As he took a sip from his cup he turned over and caught me staring. I kept my head down and headed over to the keg of beer. And when I looked up, he was next to me.
“Hey.” He said.
“Hi.”
“Where are you going with all that beer?”
“Upstairs.”
“Can I come?” he asked. I almost spilt the drinks all over myself.
“Why?”
I must have looked like he’d asked if he could murder me because he was laughing at this point.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that kind of reply.” He leant in closer so only I could hear him. “I’m really bored with the girl over there. She’s lovely, don’t get me wrong. But when she gets drunk, I can’t figure out what the hell she’s talking about.”
“Oh. Well it’s just kind of me and my girlfriends.” I couldn’t believe I was turning this guy down. What the hell are you doing Asha? I thought to myself.
“Ah. That’s cool. Well hopefully I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah. I hope so.”
And he did. Needless to say he found a way to get my number, and pretty soon we were chatting all the time. John was much funnier than I would have imagined, and very sweet. I tried not to tell people about how much we were talking, because of the age difference, and because he was such good friends with my brother, but eventually those things get out one way or another. My friends, although they thought he was cute, didn’t think it was a good idea. Hell, I didn’t think it was a great idea to get all involved, but there are some things that can’t be helped. So about a week after that party, we arranged to meet up. And let’s just say, things went pretty fucking great.
John walks into the room from the bathroom, and I can feel my excitement build. He walks towards me and asks me if I’m sure about this. Of course, I say that I am. What’s not to be sure about? He smiles his slow, sexy smile and wraps me in his arms gently. I can feel the heat in my body already start to rise and I can’t wait for what’s coming next.
The light comes unfiltered through the wide windows, and he kisses me deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. He lifts my shirt, revealing my black lace bra. I raise my arms and he pulls the shirt the rest of the way off. The air is lightly chilly and I have goose bumps all over my upper body. He kisses my neck, and I feel my nipples stand to attention.
He undoes my bra and slips the straps from around my arms, exposing my breasts. I get a chill as he kisses the spot right between my breasts, and moves to one nipple, placing it between his tongue and his top teeth, lightly nibbling on it. He lifts his head and tells me that he has a surprise waiting for me in the bathroom. Before I go anywhere though, I’m taking his shirt off. There’s something so intimate feeling another’s bare skin against mine.
He stands bare-chested now, and he leads me into the bathroom where the floor is strewn with rose petals. It’s a bit cliché, but I’m not about to fault him for trying. He undoes my skirt as I stand in the middle of the room. The jetted tub is full of water, and surrounded by Hawaiian Bamboo Orchids. He pulls my panties down and I’m already wet. I make my way to the warm bathtub, letting the water envelop my body as he drops his pants and walks over to me.
I grab his ass when he gets close enough and pull him closer toward me, and I guide his already hard dick into my mouth. I pull and release his butt, pushing him to a comfortable depth, and I bob back and forth, feeling the heat from his member as it slides across my tongue. He grows even thicker as I suck on him, humming an f sharp. I pull him into me again and again, letting his own balance pull him back out.
He sighs with pleasure as I wrap my hand around his circumference between my mouth and his body, and squeeze his hard muscle with my hand and lips. He brushes the hair away from my face, and I look up into his eyes. His eyes are rolled back in his head, and I pull his cock out of my mouth and stick my tongue out, slapping his tip on it. He smiles and gets into the tub with me.
We have a surprisingly good amount of room to work with, and I put my legs over his, facing him. He tells me to lie back and rest my head against the side of the tub, so I do. There’s a wash rag already in place. He uses the buoyancy of my body in the water to lift me halfway out of the water. He supports my back with his strong arms and moves his face toward my smooth crease.
He has to slide his body back a bit to get the right angle, but when he lays his tongue onto my pussy, I can almost instantly feel my clit swell. He runs his tongue in a circular motion over my ruby, and I play with my nipples as I float on his hands and the water.
He maneuvers one of his hands from under me, holding my up with only one arm under my back now. I hadn’t seen the bucket of ice cubes at first, but I watch as he grabs one and holds it under the water for a second, making sure to melt any rough edges, and he slides it over my vulva. The focused coldness instantly becomes the center of my attention, and it’s not long before he slips it inside of me. The contrast between the ice and the warm, almost hot water is amazing as he puts his tongue onto my pelvic bump again.
The ice melts more quickly than seems possible, but it leaves an exhilarating awareness in my warm fold. He sticks his middle finger in his mouth and eases it into my pussy. He swirls his finger around inside me, rubbing up against my g-spot at the twelve o’clock point of every turn, and my body jerks forward every time he does.
He tells me, “I love the way your pussy feels.” And, “I love the way you taste.”
He continues to tongue my sweet spot, and I moan with the all-consuming pleasure of being so well taken care of. His finger focuses on my g-spot now, and the pressure sends electric jolts throughout my body. I tell him, “Just be gentle, but that feels so good.” He smiles for a moment then returns his mouth to my mound.
Before long, it’s too much and I have to have him inside me. Without telling him what I’m doing, I arch my back, pressing my lower half downward. He seems to get the idea and removes the hand beneath me. He gets to his knees and rubs his member from the top of my vulva, over my clitoris and, in one smooth motion, into my slit.
He works himself in gradually, allowing the whole of his lance to feel every inch of me on the way into me.When he’s down to his base, he eases one leg, then the other forward so he’s sitting now, his firm cock at the perfect angle for me to run him against my g-spot as I swivel my hips. My legs are wrapped around him, and I use them as leverage to encourage him in and out of my honey pot. He slides his fingers over my wet skin and onto my breasts, drawing light circles over my nipples. My hands grip the side of the tub next to my head, and I support myself as I float onto him again and again.
He wets his thumb in the water and he massages my button with the pad of it, and my legs start to shake. A devious smile comes over his face, and he pinches one of my nipples with his free hand. I let out an excited squeal, and flip my hips up and down over his rod. He rests back against his end of the tub, releasing my nipple, and he puts his arms under him, augmenting the angle and force of our union.
I can feel the warm prickle of an oncoming climax as I start to rub my own clit. He’s nowhere near close, but my legs and body begin to shake as the blood races through my veins. His tip rubs against my g-spot over and over, and my wet fingers move easily and greedily over my fully erect marble. He senses the oncoming explosion and holds his hips up, but still, letting me grind to my own perfect spot, and I come hard all over his shaft.
With my one hand, I continue to hungrily rub my clit. With my other hand, I grab my breast, pinching the nipple between two knuckles while I support myself with the tension of my neck, and my whole body feels hot and cool, and tense and relaxed as the contractions surge throughout every muscle in me.
The orgasm starts to die down, and he pulls me forward, his hands under my back now. He lies back farther, and I put my legs together and between his as he wraps his arms, one around my upper back, one around my lower back and slides my whole body up and down his pole. I kiss him on the lips, the muscles in my body loose and receptive, and I can still taste a bit of my own flavor on his tongue.
He slides his lower hand to my ass. He grips the flesh of my posterior, pulling me up and pushing me down, his manhood filling me up. He holds me still for a bit and uses only his own thrusting motion to penetrate my soft, tight pussy. He walks his inquisitive fingers between the crevice of my backside, and puts a light pressure against my back door. Water is rising and receding from between my cheeks, and he slips his middle finger one knuckle deep, slightly moving his finger around the circumference of my blind eye. I’m not generally interested in anal play, but this is a sensation that I can’t argue with as he fucks me from the front, plays with me out back, and curves his body enough to flick his tongue over my nipples.
Finally it gets to be a little too much and I sit up. I hadn’t thought ahead, and his middle finger goes another knuckle deep in me before he pulls it out. I put my hands of either side of the tub and slip myself off of him. I put my feet on either side of his body, and he lifts himself to an almost sitting-in-a-chair position, his lower and upper legs perpendicular to each other. I ease my lower half forward, still supporting myself with the side of the tub. He lowers his hips a bit and scoots forward until he catches his member on my lower back, turning it forward. He then slides himself back, and I arch my back so that by the time his point gets to my box, the angle and the tension cause him to slide right back inside.
His dick moves easily onto my g-spot again, and my legs almost give out from under me as he holds himself there, flexing his muscle against my inner treasure, slowly shifting his hips from side to side, creating just enough motion over my spot for my arms to shake unsteadily beneath me. I can’t take the exertion necessary for this position long, as my body is going in and out of intense gratification, so I tell him to lie back.
He lies back, and I tell him to put his legs together. He does as I ask and I turn around, straddling him with my back to him, and easing my body onto his pulsating cock. When he’s deep inside, I put my legs together on top of his and lean back just enough to expose my clit which he immediately slips his hand onto, massaging it with a perfect touch. I allow myself to lie back a little more and let him do all the work, as I just take in all of the wondrous sensations throughout my body.
He wraps his free arm around me, putting his hand against my chest. He tweaks my nipple with a firm, but gentle hand, and I’m about to come again, so I skim the water, gliding myself farther over him. I squeeze my muscles and he lets out a loud sigh, indicating his pleasure. I want him to come too, so I open my legs a bit and slither my hand between my legs to his rocks, massaging them gently. They’re warm and engorged, and he gives out a hum in d flat.
I slap my body onto the water onto him, splashing over the sides of the tub and onto the rose petals beneath. He tells me that he’s close, and I tell him, “Pull out and come between my legs when you’re ready. I want to feel your dick against my clit when you come. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you going.”
It’s not five seconds before he pulls out of me and I grab his cock, vigorously jerking him, angling his member against my gem, and I’m almost there myself. He explodes all over me, and the tension from his orgasm and the slipping of his dick in my hand against my switch sends me over the edge. I come loudly while he shoots his hot seed all over my stomach and my chest. I hold his shaft in a firm grip as I tremble on top of his body, the still warm water starting to become placid after the hurricane.
A few hours later, we are both lying on the hotel bed. He’s fast asleep and snoring gently, but I haven’t even closed my eyes yet. I know that this will probably never happen again; I don’t know that this can happen again, otherwise my brother will find out, otherwise my parents will find out. All I have now is this glowing, wonderful feeling, and the knowledge that I want to experience a whole lot more. It’s time for me to make all of the fantasies that I toyed around with for so long a reality.
The question is, where do I start?
***
The answer came to me while I was sitting in a coffee shop a few days later. Two women were sat at the table next to me, discussing a party they’d been to the previous weekend. I was trying to not listen in, but they weren’t exactly being quiet, so it was hard not to hear what they were saying.
My ears prick up when I hear one of the women talking about there being plenty of men to choose from, and absolutely anything and everything was fair game. Apparently, she was going to check the classifieds later on to see if there were any parties advertised for the coming weekend.
Classifieds? My interest is definitely piqued, and I leave the coffee shop to go and find the closest news stand. Maybe I should check the classified ads too. I thought about bringing it up with my friends, but considering they were hesitant about John, well I think I already know what they would think about this.
I race home after buying a local newspaper, eager to see if there’s anything that interests me inside it. I sink down onto the couch and open up the pages, going straight to the classified section. Under ‘personals’ I find what I am looking for; list after list of adverts, and some of them look super interesting.
I circle a few with my marker, making notes of the addresses. I don’t want to go anywhere that’s too close to home in case I bump into someone who knows me. I finally decide on a venue that’s about thirty miles away. The swinger party advert states that single people as well as couples, and all age groups are welcome to attend. Perfect.
On the night in question I dress carefully. I don’t want to look too young and appear desperate, but I don’t want to look silly either. I choose a mid-thigh length skirt and a corset top; flattering without being tarty. I put on some make-up; just a little eye liner and mascara to emphasize my eyes and a nice deep red lipstick. I don’t need any blush; my cheeks are flushed enough just by thinking of what might happen tonight.
I take a taxi to the venue, taking some money out of my daddy’s stash. We travel to a large house on the west side of town. I was relieved to see that it wasn’t a seedy looking place. In fact, it looked quite up-market, with large bay windows and a well-kept lawn. I step out of the cab and smooth down my skirt before walking across the road to the house on shaking legs. I am more nervous than I can remember being in a long time, but my excitement over-rides my nerves.
I walk down the path and knock on the door, jumping when it’s opened by a large man dressed all in black. “Um. Is this where the, um, party is at?” I ask, suddenly shy of saying the word ‘swinger’ out loud, just in case I’m at the wrong place. He nods, and opens the door wider, letting me in.
I go in and look around me while I make my way to the bar that is set up in the center of the large room I find myself in. I see a sign that indicates that the bar is in the kitchen, and make my way there to get myself a much needed drink. I stand with my back to the make-shift bar so that I can look around the main room a little easier. There are all kinds of people present, ranging in those who look to be in their twenties, to some who are obviously in their sixties, at least. I think I’m the youngest person here, but I’m relaxed when I see that there are a few people who seem to be there on their own.
The music is great, and I find myself tapping out the beat with my hand as I look around. I haven’t had any funny looks from anyone, so I decide to be brave and take a walk around. Maybe I’d catch someone’s eye and we could have some fun.
Almost an hour later the party is raging with about twenty-five people, and I have yet to find one that meets my standards. I’m generally pretty open, but if you tell a group of people that they can get free sex, it’s not too often that the chiseled, handsome young doctor shows up. I walk back to the kitchen and fill my plastic cup with another few pumps from the keg, and start drinking it down immediately. Maybe if I get drunk enough, my prospects will look better.
A free sex/swinger’s party in this day and age isn’t such a taboo thing. I mean, in some circles most things have always been and will always be taboo even to talk about. But the normal, rational person may feel a bit icky about something like this.
Some greasy man who smells like diced carrots and shame walks up to me saying, “Hey there. What say you and I head into the back and get to know each other a little better?” He then proceeds to do that college guy humping motion, topping it off with a, “Bam!”
Everyone at the party has to have a statement from their doctor from no longer than one week prior to the event showing that they are free of any and all sexually transmitted diseases, but something about this guy just screams the word dirty. “Uh,” I say, with a full body cringe, “no thanks.” I keep walking and finally decide to have a seat on the couch. Sure there’s a threesome going on at the other end, but I need to take some weight off of feet that are not used to wearing heels anymore, so it’s worth the toll.
I sip my beer and look around. Within my immediate field of vision there are four women being penetrated, two blowjobs, and only one instance of a guy going down on a woman. Shameful, I think. Where’s the equality?
I take another sip of my drink and look back toward the kitchen. I see that carrot man is chatting up some disinterested blond woman. I have a flashback to that news story about the guy gnawing his own arm off to free himself from beneath a boulder, and decide that it’s my civic duty to help the girl. I call out a random name; “Charlotte!” Everyone looks over, and I make a beckoning motion to her. “Charlotte, over here!”
I stand and the woman walks over to me, the carrot man shrugs and makes his way on to his next mark. “Thank you so much,” the woman says. “I’m Maggie.” She holds out her hand and shakes mine. “That guy smelled like carrots. It was the weirdest thing.”
We both laugh, and we talk for a few minutes, and then we decide that we have the best chance if we both go our separate ways, so I go back to the kitchen again, refilling my cup with beer. Someone bumps into me, and I’ve just about had it. I turn around quickly, and am about to unleash hell on whomever made me spill my beer, but I stop short when I actually see him. He apologizes and grabs some paper towels from a roll on the counter.
Before I can think or do anything, he’s wipes down the front of my corset with the paper towel. When his hand slips into my cleavage, he stops and his face goes red. “I am so sorry,” he says, “I was just trying to repair the damage that I had already done, and now I’ve sexually assaulted you.”
“John!” I consider playing coy for a minute, pretending that I didn’t know what we were all doing here, but as one of the women in the front room lets loose a screaming orgasm, I decide that coy would be silly. “You can rub me down anytime.” I say and give him an intentionally exaggerated wink. I start to blush from my own corniness.
He chuckles and says, “Well, that’s good to know.”
I look at him with pure curiosity and I ask, “Would you like to get out of here?”
He blushes again and says, “I’m waiting for a friend. I’m her ride, and we’ve only just got here.”
“How about this,” I say, “How about a walk outside, away from all of the moaning and groaning?” I put my hands on my damp corset over my half-exposed breasts and say, “I think it’s only fair.”
He throws away the paper towels he’s been holding in his hand and offers me his arm. I take it, and we walk toward the door. One of the girls getting plugged looks up at us and raises her beer with a loud, “Woo!”
It’s the girl from the party, the one that was talking with John the other week. “Your friend, I assume?” I ask.
He smiles bashfully and says, “Yeah, she’s a bit more comfortable at these things than I am. She just gets drunk and starts talking crap. At least I don’t have to be there to try and understand what she’s saying.”
We walk out the front door and walk around to the back of the house. We talk for a minute, and I forget that we have this whole history. At the moment it seems so far removed from all this. I revel in the moment and start kissing him.
He pulls away for a second and says, “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do.”
“That’s very sweet John,” I giggle, “but I believe I’m the one jumping you at the moment.”
He smiles, and my arms go around him. He kisses me, and I have to bend down a bit as these heels are making me so much taller than I really am. There had apparently been a discussion about do’s and don’ts prior to the official start of the evening’s events, but I’d really rather not share a surface with two or more other couples while they have their own brand of sweaty, raucous sex, so I’m fine with a little exposure to the elements.
I unbutton his black shirt and leave it open, giving me a glimpse of the man underneath. He runs his hands over my body and I can feel myself getting wet. He’s quiet and patient, but his hands are skilled and I’m patting myself on the back for having the willpower not to settle for one of the trolls inside.
He bends down to kiss the top of my breasts, and I unzip his pants. I pull his cock from its fabric dungeon and give it some air. He’s already firm, but my touch gets him to the point of hard. He runs his hands over my breasts and down my body before he reaches under my thigh-length skirt and moves my G-string out of the way—granted, it doesn’t take much effort—and wiggles a finger into my wetness.
I bite down on his shirt to quiet myself, as his touch is so amazing inside me. He bends down again, kissing the top of my breasts, and I’m in a world of satisfaction. I whisper, “I love that. Keep doing that.” He all but buries his face in my cleavage, and I try hard not to laugh. He comes up smiling, and apparently he’s having just as much fun as I am.
He slips another finger inside of me and hooks his fingers softly onto my g-spot. I bite into his shirt again, but my moan is hardly contained. I can hear the sounds of the party inside, and I’m hoping that any neighbors who may overhear will just assume that my expressions of pleasure are coming from in there. I’d really hate to have this night end in handcuffs. Well, not those kind of handcuffs.
I smile and tilt my head back, just taking in the wonderful feeling of his touch on and inside my body. I kiss him hard on the lips and ask him if he’s ready. He either doesn’t know what I mean, or he’s just the strong, quiet type, so I take the initiative and I turn around. I put my hands against the wall and I arch my back, poking my butt out toward him.
He runs both of his hands up and down my back, and I get chills. He lifts the small pleated flap of my skirt and rubs himself against my wet pussy. I exhale with anticipation, and he slides inside. I brace myself against the wall as he’s a little larger than I’m used to, but in no time at all the initial pinch is gone, and I love having this man inside me.
I flex and release my lower muscles. Because I’m wearing heels that I’m not used to wearing I don’t want to slip off balance and twist my ankle, and clenching my inner muscles is about all that I can do in this position. But I’m kind of enjoying being at his mercy anyway because he’s so thoughtful and thorough. I smile and bite my lip, looking at the dark reflection of myself in the windowed door in front of me. I watch as my breasts heave with my breath, and bounce ever so gently as he works himself in and out of me.
I may be a little tipsy, but I’m with it enough to know what I’m doing, and definitely sober enough to enjoy it. He thrusts himself in me so deep that I have to lean forward a bit, gasping from the surprise that there’s still more of him. Oh how I love being fucked by a virile young man again.
I push myself back against him, feeling the whole length of him invading my pussy. I cross one foot over the other, and this time he’s the one to start moaning. I grind into him like a stripper with extremely lax ground rules, and he puts one of his hands on the side of the door next to mine. He reaches around front with his other hand and cups my breast firmly.
Our bodies make a light slapping noise as they come together, and I’m not so worried about someone hearing it anymore. I bite my lip again, and my eyelids flutter in the ecstasy of the moment. He moves his hand from my breast, around to my back, and settles it on my shoulder. He pulls me into him, and I have to tell him to slow down. I like it deep, but he’s too big and thick to go too deep inside of me.
He swiftly apologizes and resumes filling me up with his large self. I’m still watching myself in the reflection of the window as I get plugged from behind from this man who only twenty minutes ago was making me spill my beer on the floor. Life’s too interesting sometimes, isn’t it?
I look down between my legs and can just catch an infrequent glimpse of his balls as they swing back and forth, his cock plunging so deep inside of me. I smile and my legs start to shake. He knows just how to work my pussy, and he puts one of his hands between my legs to rub at my clit. I flex my muscles, showing him how much I like what he’s doing, and he goes slowly now. His hand is moving fast, but he’s entering me at a gentle pace. I don’t know how much longer my legs will hold me up as my knees are already starting to shake and shiver from the torrent of ecstasy flowing through me.
He says that he’s getting close, and I tell him not to come inside me. I grind hard into him as I feel my own waves beginning to crash to the shore, and he asks me where he should come. I say, “Not on fabric, hair, or my face. Other than that, go crazy.”
Even though I was distracted for a moment by our brief conversation, I feel the swaying vibrations, and my orgasm starts to build up deep inside of me. The vibrations get stronger and stronger, until finally my body lurches forward, and I come on his hard dick. He starts to pull out for his own orgasm, but damn it, I’m not done yet, so I tell him to keep it inside as I push myself harder and harder into him. A woman has the prerogative to change her mind after all, and as my climax hits its peak, I feel him shoot into me in a warm rope of pleasure, and I come even harder.
We shakily move apart, our bodies glistening with sweat. He reached into his pocket for the paper towels that he’s stashed in there after spilling his drink on me, and we both cleaned ourselves up as much as we could. We walked back into the house, suddenly shy and not talking much, but we really didn’t care. We’d both done what we came here to do, and I felt more than satisfied and just a little smug. I guess we’d just have to keep these secrets for a little while longer.