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After giving her a go-ahead look, I moved to the floor between her legs, removed her thong, spread her legs, and began to lick her clit. The men took out their cocks and she kissed one, then the other. It was like I had put a quarter in a machine and it had jumped into action. The difference was that my money didn’t run out. I continued to lick her while looking up at her sucking one, then the other, stroking the one that wasn’t in her mouth. I raised myself a little and began to fuck her. Soon, the tall guy asked if he could switch places with me. He did. Now I was part of the sucking. He licked her for a while and then began easing his massive dick inside her. It looked massive to me, at least. Shortly after we switched back, things wound down. The old guy shot his load—mostly in Jayme’s hair. She was struggling to get it out most of the night. That’s the problem with long hair, I suppose. We remained on the couches, still undressed, and others joined us. Some had been watching before. We always draw a crowd. Pretty good for first timers, I thought. Soon the cowboy was begging to lick Jayme. He kept grabbing her tits and complimenting the erectness of her nipples. “They’re always hard,” Jayme said—Jayme always says. So he began eating her out. The position looked a little uncomfortable. He knelt on the floor and had her legs over his shoulders, pulling her nearly completely off the couch. We drew more of a crowd. Women were massaging Jayme’s tits while she was getting eaten. The cowboy kept at it. Finally, Jayme asked for a break. Back in the smoking lounge we ran into the young couple we had seen earlier—Judy, and her friend Jason. Judy kept telling Jayme how young she looked. Judy, it turns out, was 22. She was visiting for the first time with the friend that had suggested it. We enjoyed the conversation, but didn’t think there was much promise because of their ages, so we excused ourselves to walk around. Back to the couches we went after making a brief lap around the facilities—nothing going on. We were soon joined by a few others, including the cowboy and his girlfriend he kept ignoring. He began complimenting Jayme again, but I could tell she wasn’t in the mood to do anything more with him at the moment. She also didn’t like the way he didn’t seem to notice his girlfriend’s presence. Fortunately for us, the tall guy sat down on the couch across from us, providing a nice excuse. “We should do something with him,” I whispered. “Just him.” That was all it took. Jayme stood up, took the step over to him on the facing couch, and sat atop him. Softly, sensually, she kissed him as the cowboy and I and others watched. She eased herself down to the floor in front of him, pulled down his boxers, and took his dick in her hand. Her ass looked great bent over as she sucked him. “Damn,” said the cowboy, “this is just like a porn movie.” Apparently, he thought her pose was noteworthy as well. I stood up to get Jayme’s attention. I had had something a little more private in mind. “Let’s go to one of the rooms,” I said. She nodded, got up, and followed me down the hall. The tall guy followed as well. We ducked into the same draped bed we had been in earlier. This time there were three of us. Jayme continued giving a blowjob as I pleasured her from behind. We switched positions a couple times, until our party somehow got larger. I don’t know exactly how it happened—I was a little busy at the time—but within a short period of time, our group of three had become eight. First, I think, the cowboy and his girlfriend entered. They had been standing in front of the bed watching through the partially parted curtains. I don’t think anyone invited them, but no one told them to leave either. The girlfriend sat at the foot of the bed, sometimes petting those who came within reach. The cowboy tried to take a more active role, something I wasn’t always comfortable with. He insinuated himself into our threesome by kissing his way up Jayme’s leg. I continually ran interference, taking Jayme a different direction, leading her over to the tall guy or to me. Then the young couple appeared through the curtain, from the bed beside us. Judy said, “I’ve been looking for you two.” We couldn’t believe it. Another guy in a t-shirt and nothing else came from nowhere. There may have been others. As I say, I was distracted. All I know is that once I counted eight heads on the one bed. It had become an orgy room. The actual orgy room down the hall—wall to wall mattresses—sat empty. When the young couple came in, we started up with them. Jayme and she were kissing, going down on each other. Judy would eat Jayme while her friend fucked her from behind. I was starting to feel left out, literally pushed aside (though the scene was good) when Judy grabbed my dick. She was on her stomach sucking me like crazy while I lightly touched her breasts. Jayme was sucking her friend. Others may have been involved as well—I lost track. What I was thinking at the time is that I really wanted to see and touch Judy’s round ass. From what I had seen, it was amazing. I tapped her on the shoulder and said, “let me do you now.” She got on her back and I began to lick her while massaging her ass from underneath. Her friend had arranged himself a good deal, placing his dick over Judy’s mouth and next to Jayme’s. The two women kissed each other and gave him a memorable double blowjob. Things kept moving. At one point, Jayme was on her back I was behind a kneeling Judy, my face in her ass, licking and fingering her moist pussy, pausing to take in the sights around me. While I was doing that, Judy was giving Jayme a fingering and licking. Her friend knelt over Jayme’s head while she jacked him off and sucked his balls. For a few minutes I couldn’t see Jayme’s head at all. We switched positions again, and out came the t-shirt guy. While Jayme sucked me, t-shirt guy stuck it in her from behind. Or he tried to. He pumped away, but didn’t seem to be able to keep it hard inside his slipping condom. Jayme moved away from me to assist him. I’m not sure she even knew who it was trying to fuck her. Regardless, she started grabbing his cock and balls. A couple minutes later, Jayme was on her back again, this time being fucked by the tall guy. The t-shirt guy used this opportunity to get a blowjob. Maybe that would get him going. Soon, I saw a gagging expression on Jayme’s face. He had thrust his condomed dick in her mouth. Apparently, it didn’t taste too good. The last grouping I remember on the chaotic bed was this: the cowboy and his ever ignored girlfriend had left to watch the next bed where some of our party had gone to. Judy was at the foot of the bed in a 69 with another woman we hadn’t seen before. I was kneeling at the head of the bed getting head, appropriately, from Jayme who was on her back. The tall guy had her legs up, holding one hand under each of her knees, and was thrusting in her. Every pause for a moan in the blowjob turned me on more and more. Her hand was stroking, her tongue was going wild. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I would look at her face, then look down at her getting fucked. It was amazing. So amazing I soon came. She swallowed passionately. The unexpected orgy was wonderful. I’m sure I didn’t catalogue all the events well or depict all the wonderful sights fully. It was, as I said, sensory overload. We excused ourselves shortly after. It was closing time and we didn’t want to overstay our welcome. While we were changing back into our clothes, we ran into the workman we met earlier in the night. He expressed regret he hadn’t gotten with us. He had been in the dungeon with someone most of the evening. We briefly thought about doing something with him, but really, we were ready to go. “We should have come the first night,” I said. “Next time,” Jayme agreed. After our experience, there would definitely be a next time. The club introduced us to many more of the possibilities of swinging. Two fairly timid individuals with minor experience and a past filled with frustration associated with trying to set something up, found ourselves in a place where none of that mattered, where nothing had to be set-up, no one could possibly stand us up, and new experience could be gained every second. The atmosphere was sexy and classy; the people were friendly and attractive. It was far away from home. We gave ourselves completely to the situation. In short, everything had worked. I had wondered if Jayme would respond in such an environment. I suspected, even, that she was less into the idea than I was. Watching her enjoy herself in so many different ways proved to me otherwise. Our conversations afterward verified that we had loved our time there. I assured her that I didn’t mind “catching” her with the two guys; quite the contrary. We both assured each other that we had enjoyed everything. Next time! Next time! Now we felt like we were legitimate. Real swingers at last.
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