Sex Club III
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Posted:Feb 21, 2006 7:27 am
Last Updated:Aug 31, 2010 5:45 am
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Hi, folks. sorry it took so long to finish this...
As Kris led me into the empty room, I followed her onto the freshly made bed. She pulled me down across the covers, sucking my lower lip into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around my waist. (It's only recently that it occurred to me that Kris looked like Natalie Maines from the Dixie Chicks, except for her nose, which was sharper, and her eyes were bright green.) We kissed deeply as she began pulling off my clothes-I tried to remember if the door was locked but promptly forgot when Kris stripped down to a red lace bra&panty set. As my mouth and hands roamed all over her soft, snowy white skin, her breasts heaved in rhythm to her rapid breathing. After ten or fifteen minutes of memorizing her body with my tongue-during which her bra and panties came undone-I slid down between her legs and thrust my face into her shaved pussy.
I have to say that I've eaten out a number of women who have various styles in grooming their pussies, and I've come to the conclusion that my personal preference is shaved. Kris had obviously meticulously removed every hair, Brazilian style, so that I could lick and suck her from clit to bung. I finally engulfed her whole sex in my mouth and took her to Alphabet City-tracing letters slowly all over her clit with my tongue. Usually byt he time I get to "O" sp does she! This time was no exception, and as she violently shuddered in orgasm, she gently pushed me away to let her now hypersensitive clit recover.
As I now had a raging hard-on, my sweet lover drew a deep breath, smiled sweetly at me, then pitched forward and deep-throated me in one fell swoop. I have to say that, while I enjoy getting head, I've never actually come from a blow job, though Kris seemed intent on ending my dry streak. She had applied the sluttiest red lipstick earlier that evening for just this occasion, and she consumed me hungrily, her pretty eyes shut, the stray wisps of her pale blonde hair matting her forehead. My cock began to swell-I'm what Margaret Cho called a "grower, not a show-er"-meaning that I'm pretty small flaccid but when stimulated a seven-incher pops up like Bruce Banner becoming the Hulk. Most of my lovers have always been initially surprised at this, but not Kris. She licked me from the bottom of my balls, sucking a testicle into her mouth before gliding back up to the head and deep-throating me once more.
I was actually getting revved up from her expert technique, and as I saw the ropy veins begin to pop along my shaft before disappearing into her mouth, I contemplated that this might break the streak. Alas, we'll never know, because as I attained maximum density, Kris decided that she wanted to ride me. Switching her position, she balanced herself against the pillow cases and eased herself onto my cock. i have to say that watching her naked, pink lips engulf my needy tool caused me to catch my breath. Angling herself for maximum depth, she reached forward to grip my forearms and we began to slowly grind away at each other.
(I want to pause here to comment on something-when I said that Kris looked like Natalie Maines, I wasn't kidding. She had full breasts, wide hips and a full bottom and I enjoyed all of them completely. Ladies, despite what fashion magazines display, an anorexic waif is not what men want! My lovers have come in all shapes and sizes (and colors) and the hottest thing a woman can develop is her confidence.)
Getting back to our story-Kris rode me for a good long time, shifting back and forth, corkscrewing her hips, and pulling away just to the tip of my head before plunging back down. Her cunt was incredibly warm and wet, and I could feel the heat between us flushing our pink skin red. As we fucked, my hands explored her, stroking her ass and caressing her sacrum as she bore down on me, then running her hands up to her gorgeous boobs and alternately sucking her nipples. Kris and I had been lovers long enough for me to recognize when she was going to have multiple orgasms and this night, all the signs were there. When I wet my thumb and flicked it across her clit, I pressed the meltdown button. Frigging her steadily, I watched as she began to quiver and gasp, the sex flush turning her cleavage and her cheeks the color of chardonnay. With a huge, unintelligible cry she let loose, and I watched with satisfaction as she trembled and spasmed on top of me. I knew that Kris was a "squirter" and tonight she reminded me of that fact once again. As her climax subsided, she rolled off me, crumpling into the sheets.
I still hadn't gotten off, and as I reached for her legs, she smiled and parted them, grabbing her ankles to give me a good look at her soaking wet cunt. I slipped a pillow under her strong hips, pausing to enjoy the dreamy look of contentment on Kris' face before she took hold of my needy cock and guided it back into her box.
I wish that I could say that I rode her for an hour and banged her unconscious, but the fact was being at the club had overstimulated me. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up for most of the night in anticipation and now that I was balls-deep in Kris' gorgeous snatch I could feel a huge wave of lust detonating from the bottom of my nutsac. Kris smiled impishly below me and told me to cut loose. Closing her eyes, she arched her back and wiggled her hips, coaxing the cum up from my nuts. When she started to talk dirty ("Come in me, baby-fuck my cunt and shoot your load in it!"), that was it.
As cliche as it sounds, I unloaded like Niagara Falls. Jet after jet of hot jizz erupted into her snatch (it's a good thing she was on the Pill) and I began to shudder from the intensity of my orgasm. Have you ever come so hard that you forgot where you were and who you were with? It's actually been scientifically documented that this can happen to a man post-orgasm. I felt like I had been mummified in Saran wrap all day and finally someone came along and tore it off! The sweat beading all over me initiated my cooldown and I sank gratefully into Kris' white arms. Kissing her softly, I felt myself begn to drift...
That's when I heard the applause.
I jolted upright, my limp cock still embedd in Kris' pussy, and felt a lump in the back of my throat. I had been so intent on fucking Kris in this back room that I hadn't noticed the windows built at eye level into the walls. Surrounding us were crowds of people in various states of mood and attire, all whooping and clapping at our performance. Since I'm more voyeur than exhibitionist, generally speaking, I was a little freaked out that other people were getting off watching Kris and I fuck, then started laughing at the irony of such a concept. I WAS at a sex club, after all. Below me, Kris pulled me down to kiss me but couldn't stop laughing at the look on my face. She askled me if I was angry with her, and I assured her that I wasn't-just bemused and surprised. I had never thought of myself as a sex object in that way, but I came to appreciate the cheers.
By the end of the night, I discovered that Kris and I were in the running for some sort of contest involving Best Orgasm. We came in second-the buck-toothed farmboy and his bruntte girlfriend beat us out. Kris led me to the Jacuzzi to wind down and asked me how I had enjoyed the club facilities. I told her it was a real eye-opener, but I couldn't see myself doing this every weekend.
So here's my question to any swingers reading this: How often do you swing, and with who? One of the things that I noticed about this sex club were that the average swinger was, well-average. Apart from a few genuinely beautiful patrons, most of the partygoers had their share of physical flaws but the refreshing aspect was that noone seemed to mind. How do swingers determine who they want to bed, and has anyone had any surprises regarding bedmates, positive or negative? I'd be interesting in finding out. Hope you all enjoyed my tale.
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Sex club Pt 2
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Posted:Apr 24, 2005 10:06 pm
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2009 12:41 pm
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When I last signed off, Kris and I were watching her friend George humping away in a mini-orgy at the sex club. Kris and I watched as George's paramour Sami joined in, getting gang-banged in short order. Various couples sat off to the sides of the lounge watching the action, and soon a young pair began undressing each other on one of the couches. The guy was a cornfed Midwestern farmboy, chiseled and tan but slightly bucktoothed with a close-cropped haircut. His lover was a knockout, a green-eyed brunette with sultry lips and a slim, lithe body. They began to fool around, grinding against each other, the guy sucking her pointy tits hungrily while she stroked him to hardness. His dick was impressive-it looked like a club, and when his girl guided it into her dark cleft she groaned loudly. They fucked hard and fast for a few minutes, her legs over his shoulders as her head lolled off one end of the couch, her dark hair spilling over the armrest. The guy was really pounding her, and she began coming violently as everyone else watched intently. Abruptly, the guy flipped her over and began taking her doggie-style, grabbing her slender waist as her plowed back into her. She arched her back in submission, digging her elbows into the armrest and dropping her forehead on one of the cushions. Her lover picked up the pace and began jackhammering in and out as she experienced the first of a series of multiple orgasms. They continued for about ten minutes, the guy furiously pounding into her, his teeth clenched and eyes rolling back into his head. His girl continued to come over and over, alternately moaning and shrieking with pleasure, until finally they both came simultaneously, crying out with joy as the rapture seized them and they crumpled into the recesses of the couch, sweat staining the red velour of the couch. A loud cheer from their audience congratulated them for such an intense show.
Turning to look at Kris, she pursed her lips and took my hand, leading me further into the club. Behind the lounge was a bank of rooms fitted with small windows through which people in the hall could peer in to watch the action inside. Kris and I looked into each room-an orgy was taking place in one, two women were enjoying some Sapphic lovemaking in the other, and the next was apparently empty.
"What's going on in there?" I asked, and she smiled wickedly.
"We'll decide as we go along," she replied, and without warning tugged me in and locked the door.
Pt 3 to come...
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First time at a sex club Pt. 1
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Posted:Apr 16, 2005 4:48 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2007 1:37 pm
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I met Kris on a personals website a few months before this occurred (about 5 years ago)-she lived in Indiana and I was in NYC. We had hooked up finally when she came out during late fall and we had a great time, sexually and otherwise. We actually had an extra day together because of a blizzard and we certainly put the extra time together to good use!
When I returned the favor and went out to Indy to be with her for New Year's, she said that she had a surprise for me. The first night we went out to dinner and went back to the hotel for some carnal delights. Nothing crazy-multiple positions, lots of oral, you get the idea. She had shown me the town that first day and I slept soundly until morning.
The next night we went to dinner with George, a guy friend of Kris' who had brought along a gorgeous redhead named Sami. Kris explained to me that she and George both belonged to a local sex club in northern Indiana. The club allowed single women but men had to bring along a female partner-George usually alternated visits with Kris and Sam. I asked Kris privately if she had ever slept with George and she laughed, explaining that she and George both went to the club for the same reason: to fuck other women!
I was slightly taken aback since Kris always came across as cool and demure, but I suspected that there was a seething hellcat somewhere in there from the risque conversations we often had during our long-distance phone calls. I reminded her that she hadn't answered my question and she glared at me, saying that she loved sex but would never bang someone as promiscuous as George.
I was relieved, as Kris had gone on the Pill while we were involved, and the two of us had developed a fairly tight bond regarding trust.
George asked if I was interested in coming along with him and Sami, and Kris fixed me with an expectant look. I tried to appear casual, and agreed, but inwardly I wondered what I had gotten myself into this night. I trusted Kris completely though, so I wasn't worried too much.
Once at the club, we registered at the front door and I was given a membership card. I laughed under my breath at the idea but the owners of the club were dead serious about some of the rules: no anal, no man-to-man contact, and a "no" meant NO! I understood immediately that even if some patrons didn't take safe sex seriously, at least the people in charge did.
I found the club to be rather dingy. Walking in led to a bar overlooking the dining area which led onto a dance floor, where a small gathering of men and women gyrated against each other to a bored DJ. A passage lead away from the dancers to a locker room where people could stash their belongings and walk around in whatever theyliked, if anything. At the end of the locker room was a hot tub filled with horny frolickers groping and rubbing anything available. George and Sami quickly disrobed and stored their clothes before dashing off to find their first hookups.
Kris told me that I could remain clothed if I wanted to and that noone would hassle me for it. I nodded and she grinned, leading me towards the next room, a rectangular lounge filled with couches and chairs in various states of repair which in turn were filled with people in various states of nudity. A few couples lolled around in the middle, already scoring their first orgasms of the night. Kris and I took a seat across from them as various patrons offered greetings-Kris told me that most people were laid back and despite the constant sexual tension in the air, most people were respectful and never tried to force anything on anyone else. The few instances where it did happen cost those people their memberships.
We were interrupted by a tall, long-limbed woman who introduced herself as Kym. I guessed that Kym was in her early- to mid-forties, dark hair and a suspect dark tan (it was the Midwest just before winter, after all). Her glasses and short dress showed off her long legs, and her smile deflected attention from her slight overbite. She looked like a junior high school teacher who was having an affair with the principal and thought that noone else knew. Her eyes flickered up and down over the two of us hungrily before she excused herself, saying that she hoped to talk again later that night. She then turned to a threesome going on across the room from us, said something that I couldn't hear, then joined in (fully clothed), sticking her head between the legs of one of the other women and licking her pussy. As she did this, Kym arched her back so that her ass beamed right in my direction, gravity pulling the hem of her dress up enough that I could see her bald pussy glistening in the dim light.
Kris was regarding me with a conspiratorial look, so I commented that Kym seemed to be a lot of fun.
"She is," Kris replied. "...and I should know. She was the first person in the club to have me!"
Part 2 coming soon...
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