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The Children of Freedom Chapter Two
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stephen55

The Children of Freedom Chapter Two

Rachael takes Charles to his first swing party

Rachael rang the doorbell.

It was answered by a middle aged lady, perhaps fifty, wearing an attractive but conservative dress. Her eyes beamed at seeing my new girlfriend. "Rachael, how good to see you again!" She gave her a friendly hug and a peck on her cheek. "And this must be Charles." She gave me a warm hug as well. "Welcome to my home. My name is Connie. Come in and I'll introduce you to everyone."

As we walked in I gave Rachael my hand and she gave it a reassuring squeeze. Connie went around her living room making introductions. In my nervous state of mind I knew I wasn't going to remember everyone's name but as I shook hands and several people gave Rachael a fond hug, I thought this looked just like any other garden variety cocktail party going on in the city.

Connie's husband Ray looked like a college professor in his tweed jacket with leather elbow patches. There were four other couples, ranging in age from about mid thirties to mid fifties. Everyone was dressed as if this was a simple evening get together. Jackets and dress shirts for the guys and either a dress or a skirt and blouse for the ladies. Everyone had a drink in their hand and it looked for all the world to be a bunch of everyday people gathered for a drink and a chat. Connie had a tray of nibbles on a table and there was an ice bucket, glasses, a cooler of sodas and fruit juice and a fruit tray. There were several liquor bottles on the table and Rachael added her vodka. I was confused. This was a swinging party? I thought, it’s more like a sewing party.

Rachael saw my face and whispered, "As I said, we usually start slow."

For about half an hour, we all mingled, had a drink or two, chatted about the usual party subjects and I was ready to think I had been taken in by Rachael. But slowly the atmosphere began to change. People were eying each other as if making decisions. Several guys told Rachael how good it was to see her back. She seemed genuinely touched at their compliments. I noticed in a while that the original couples weren't sitting or standing together. Hands started getting more liberal with touches. Everyone seemed to loosening up and the chat got sexual.

"So Rachael, did you miss me?" asked a guy about fifty. He looked a bit like a nerd to me but Rachael said, "I missed every bit of you, Evan, especially your magic motor."

Magic motor? I thought. What in the hell is his magic motor?

Two of the women came up to us and asked Rachael if I was going to be a party pooper on my first time. They used my name of Charles.

Rachael looked at me and said, "Charles prefers to be called 'Smoke'. I don't know why... but where there's smoke..." The women laughed and one of them gave me a long and studied look.

"I know this is new to you Smoke, but we all had to start in the same boat. On my first night, I was so nervous I almost peed. But now I wouldn't miss a Freedom party if my own mother was dying."

The other one said, "If Carol's mother was dying, she would ask her to wait!" Then she gave me a passionate hug, along with a little breast movement and planted a languid kiss on my lips and held it for several seconds. Then she backed off and said with a sensual voice, "Rachael will take good care of you. And if she doesn't, I certainly will."

It was as if a signal had been given to start. Connie came out from the kitchen with a large bowl of multi colored condoms and individual packages of lubricant. She looked at me and said, "You're welcome to play in any part of the house, but please stay inside and keep the window shades down. Don't want the pesky neighbors to see anything they shouldn't. The group action usually takes place right here, but if it seems quiet in here, try any bedroom."

She was talking as if she was giving directions to the local supermarket. A few newly formed couples wandered off to find some privacy and there were six of us left in the living room. Connie turned down the lights, turned on the sound system and soft romantic music filled the room. Rachael took me by the hand and we sat together in a large easy chair. The remaining four, Connie and her husband Ray and a couple in their forties whose names I had already forgotten all settled on the large sofa and began to undress each other slowly.

The two guys were kissing and fondling the women and they were returning it. The two women seemed to enjoy kissing and touching each other as well. The guys left each other strictly alone. I was happy to see that. Rachael was in my lap and she alternated between watching the unfolding foursome and kissing me. My hand went to her breast and she held it there. The four on the sofa were talking happily and laughing at the banter and wisecracks. When the women were down to panties and bras and the guys in their shorts only, the undressing stopped.

Rachael again noticed my puzzlement and said in a mild whisper, "They're just taking it slow. They're not teenagers anymore."

The guys seemed to be paying equal attention to their own wives as well as the other woman. It looked like they had done this before, likely many times. A porn production it wasn't but it was incredibly erotic to see four older people getting it on. Ray was holding the other woman in his lap with her facing away. With her panties on and her legs parted Ray was massaging her pussy and fondling one of her ample breasts. Connie was on the floor on her knees between the other guy's legs and giving him a hand job through his shorts. No sign of concern from anyone about sexual contact with someone else's spouse was shown. I was getting aroused and Rachael noticed. She smiled at me and said, "Let's wait and get it on later. For now, sit back and enjoy."

It was good advice and I took it.

Slowly, bras and panties came off as the sexual heat got going. The guy's shorts were soon gone as well. They were four middle aged people, not particularly attractive nude, certainly not active gym members but it didn't seem to matter. They were focused on giving each other sexual pleasure and it seemed so natural. I unbuttoned several of Rachael's upper blouse buttons and she just helped. Soon, the oral sex started and there were frequent changes of partners. I had to admit to myself that Connie was looking better and better as the action continued. She was a little more padded than I would have liked under different circumstances, but now, the thought of graciously thanking my hostess was very appealing. Both women made a trip to the condom bowl and they were smiling at each other as if they were about to disappear together. On her way by, Connie gave me a wicked grin and a slight wave. Rachael whispered, "I think she has designs on you. Can you handle that?"

My voice was husky with rising lust. "Yes. It would be impolite not to." Rachael just smiled.

With the two guys now safely wrapped, Connie straddled the other guy as he sat on the sofa and guided his cock into her vagina. Apparently she was wet on her own and didn't feel the need for lube. She started moving on him slowly and I had a perfect view of his cock going in and out with her efforts. Ray took his partner and bent her over the sofa arm rest. She planted her feet on the floor, with her legs nicely parted and turned to look at Rachael and me, smiled a luxurious smile and then lowered her head to wait for her fucking. Ray had a package of lube and he deftly opened it and massaged it into the woman's offered vagina. She moaned and said, "Home, James, and don't spare the horses."

Ray didn't exactly fuck her brains out but I was impressed. He started fairly slow, entering deep and withdrawing almost all the way out and gradually picked up the pace. I lost track of time and wasn't sure if Ray had been fucking the woman for two minutes or twenty. The woman was very satisfied with his efforts and let Ray know it.

Connie had a few polite and encouraging things to say to her husband and I was beginning to wonder what planet I was on. As the woman's excitement grew and Ray started to show signs of approaching climax, they were both making the usual sounds of sexual satisfaction but I noticed that there was little profanity. They were polite. There were some 'God that feels good' and 'Make me come for you, lover', but no 'fucks', 'shits' or vulgar references to sexual anatomy. These people were having a civilized orgy, a polite orgy. I made a note to try to curb my usual sexual outbursts.

Ray and his partner were clearly way ahead of Connie and her partner. When it seemed to me that a couple of orgasms were close, Connie got off her guy and went to her husband. She leaned over the chair and Ray entered from behind.

The other guy got up and went to his wife, had her sit on the edge and kneeling before her, entered as she pulled her legs up high. Then they were all urging their spouses on again with a minimum of vulgarity and Ray was soon gasping out, "I'm going to come, Connie! I'm going to come! Sweet Jesus, I'm going to come!"

Connie was smiling and beaming. "You just do that, Ray Peterson. I want you to do it. I want you to come in my love tunnel and I want you to do it hard. Slap those cheeks honey. Make me know you're there."

Meanwhile the other guy was talking to his wife. "Doing good, Precious? Gonna come for me? Take it. Take it like I want you to. Going to come for me, Precious?”

Then he grinned at Connie. “Need me to take over, sweet thing? Ray doing it for you?"

Connie gave the man a sly grin and waved as if shooing him away. "You just leave my man alone, Harry; he's got things well in hand."

"That's not all he's got," Harry replied with a chuckle. “He’s got to finish what I started.”

Connie gave Harry a vivacious smile. "Don't worry, Darlin'. I fully expect you to collect what you've got coming...for being so generous and all."

Ray was very close. I would have exploded by now. Connie was now grimacing and arching her back, getting as much of Ray's cock in her as she could. Her breasts were flapping back and forth with Ray's ongoing hip pounding of her ass. She started to utter a strange sound. It almost sounded like "Oh, oh, oh, oh", but the words seemed to blend into one long song. Her eyes opened wide and she wasn't seeing anything. As her husband continued to urge her to climax, I doubted she heard him. Ray was now beginning to look to me like he must have had a long stint in the porn industry. How he kept it up without losing his load was beyond me. By the look on his face, it was sheer determination. He wanted her to come and By God, she was going to come.

She started to shriek, her legs were trembling as if she was having a seizure and then she took a deep breath and after a moment of total body convulsion, she came. She bit her hand and then screamed anyway. Not a word, but a deep primal howl. Ray heard it and started to buck against her as if his life was on the line. She kept coming and her body shaking was something I had never seen before. She looked like she was being electrocuted. Ray bellowed and then arched his back and thrust into her, his hands grasped her hips and I thought he was going to hurt her. With each spurt of cum, he bucked into her again and after several near dangerous thrusts he seemed to melt. He staggered to the sofa and fell on it, right beside the other couple who were fucking away like rabbits. Connie followed, wrapped her arms around him and held him.

Meanwhile Harry and his wife were coming as well. The woman pulled him tight to her and ground her pussy against him firmly. He bucked up into her and all of his breath went out with a long hiss, as his body spasms told of climax. She was just taking it, her face screwed up as if almost in pain. Then together they collapsed on the sofa as well.

I was wide eyed with amazement. I had never seen such an open display of such raw sexual lust in my life. These people were unbelievable. I was younger, fit and healthy but I wondered if I could keep up. Ray was done for a while. Harry still seemed primed and ready to go but his wife just lying back content. Connie was not yet anyway near satisfied she looked at me as if I was her salvation.

Rachael whispered, "Remember your manners," and got off my lap. I was so turned on I would have happily fucked a twenty dollar hooker. Connie was no hooker and she looked delicious enough to eat. That's a good place to start, I thought and I gave her a 'come here' with my fingers. She did.

Rachael whispered, "Good boy," and looked at the unfulfilled other guy like she was going to devour him. I mentally made myself forget about what was going to happen between Rachael and a guy I had only just met. Connie was my hostess and she wanted me. Wanting her was my duty and I was sure that it would be a pleasure.

Rachael walked towards Harry and Connie came to me. I sat her in the chair and positioned her with legs apart, one over the arm rest and one splayed to the side. I was still fully clothed but knew that wouldn't last long.

Connie's fifty year old body was a bit wrinkled, a bit soft, showed some cellulite puckering and all I wanted to do was make her come and then fuck her silly. Her breasts were not large, but they still sagged with the weight of half a century. My mouth went to them like they belonged to Susan Mills. Connie was older, softer and very much a woman who had delivered and nurtured several children. Her vagina was partly open, scarred with old stitch marks and it was what I wanted to fill with my ready younger cock. I felt like Connie's vagina was the most sexually inviting thing in the room. But first, my sincere gratitude needed to be given. Her vagina was recently filled with some other guy's cock and I couldn't have cared less. Compared to Rachael, her vagina was loose, large and I wanted it. I wanted it like I wanted air to breathe. I started to undress as my mouth went for her fifty year old femininity. She tasted different. I couldn't really decide what the difference was, but I went with the idea that she tasted like sex on the half shell. Like fresh oysters, salty and full of life. She was soft, luscious and I thought, made to be eaten. I ate her like she was bought and paid for.

Connie settled back in the chair and her body went soft. Her splayed legs seemed to invite me to do whatever I wanted. I knew that Rachael was nearby and that the other guy was going to likely to fuck her like he owned her. No problem, I thought. No problem at all. Connie was my pressing engagement. I had never tried to make a woman her age come on my face. I almost laughed at the thought. I had never had sex at all with a woman of Connie’s age. However with Connie, it seemed like a mission.

I had most of my clothes off and the other woman helped to remove the rest. I hardly noticed. It occurred to me that Connie was not as wet as I might have liked. The other woman was there with lube on her fingers and she massaged it over and into Connie, then backed off again. My world was now Connie's vagina, her clit and her happiness. As I tried to give her my very best efforts, making love to her clit with my mouth and tongue, while doing my two finger G spot thing, I hardly noticed that the other woman was now sucking my cock. The realization that I was more interested in Connie's fifty year old lube smeared pussy than my own mouth covered cock seemed all right. In fact, I was beginning to think that the pursuit of clits and vaginas was my mission in life. Connie seemed to agree as she was writhing in ecstasy and her hands were holding my head tight and pulling my face against her. She was moaning and saying something about the scarcity of young cock in the house but I was beyond listening. If I could have crawled up into her vagina and felt its warmth and motherly wetness envelope me, I would have.

Connie was now calling out for Ray. "Hold me Ray. Hold me. This young stud is making me come. I'm going to flood his face like he's never seen before. Oh my God, this is so good. I'm going to come and he's going to drown in it. Oh my God, here it comes, here it comes," and she started to gyrate and squeeze her legs on my head until I thought I would be crushed. It was all I could to keep up the oral and G massage and still breathe.

Then I discovered it was now Rachael sucking my cock. She had traded places with the other woman and I hadn't noticed. As I was trying to figure that out, Connie came and I almost wished she hadn't. Her legs pinned my head and I thought my neck would snap as her convulsions twisted her body. How could a woman her age have such a hard climax?

It went on for several more seconds and I was aching for a breath of air. Her orgasmic fluids flowed, rather than squirted but I lapped at them anyway. My face was pinned to her pussy with both her legs and her hands, so I had little choice but knew I would keep lapping anyway. When I thought I would have to fight my way out her legs, she relaxed and I gasped in a deep load of air. Connie was mumbling something about her heart not beating and I wasn't so sure about my own. As we both panted and came back, Rachael, who somehow was now only wearing her panties, was putting a condom on my fully erect cock and whispering in my ear.

"Remember your manners. She wants you to fuck her, so fuck her. Fuck her until she screams for mercy. But don't give it to her. She doesn't want it. Fuck her hard, like you’ve rented her. Do it. Do it now."

God, did I want to do just that.

Connie was still coming back down from her orgasm. I stood up and taking both of her hands, I stood her up as well. She looked at me like I was her own paid gigolo and walked to the side of the sofa and bent over it, just like she had with Ray. Her ass was full and hardly smooth. Her breasts hung down and her belly sagged. A young hard body she wasn't. Ray looked at me with a wide eyed smile of anticipation. He seemed very happy for both Connie and me. He wanted to see me fuck his wife.

"Brace yourself, Connie love. I think he means to have his way with you." Then he looked at me and grinned. "The old girl's been around the block a time or two but she still likes to be taken out and driven every now and then."

"You just stay out of this, Ray Peterson," Connie scolded. "Don't mind him, dear," she said to me in a motherly tone. "If he gets in the way, just shush him out of the room."

"Okay," was the only thing I could come up with except for my penis, which was as up as it had ever been before. Unbelievable! I thought to myself. I'm about to fuck this guy's wife, right in front of him and I really, really want to do it. Rachael ordered me to fuck this other woman and her husband really, really wants me to do it and to watch me do it, to boot! Dream or no dream, I said to myself, I'm going to fuck Connie until one of us drops.

Her vagina was wet with her own juices, my saliva and the lube but the other woman applied some to my cock anyway. I thought she maybe just wanted to feel it and I was happy to let her. She did give me a wicked smile of approval and spread Connie's lips for me, showing me her bright pink entrance. I entered it and she was soft and loose. But it was Connie's vagina and it felt like warm wet velvet.

"Ahhhh," she moaned. “Now Ch…Smoke, you just go ahead and have your way with me. Ray can be a pest but he’s a good judge of character.” I heard Ray guffaw loudly.

I started to do what Rachael had ordered me to do. I entered her and fucked her like I had rented and paid for her.

Connie's ass cheeks were plush pillows for my hips as I closed my eyes, held her waist and repeatedly drove my throbbing cock into her, not the slightest bit concerned with gentleness. I was knocking into her and her body was jiggling with my movement. I readjusted my stance to get in closer and deeper. I could feel my cock head banging up against her cervix and Connie could as well.

"God, I love it deep and hard," she said in a husky, groaning voice. "And lover dear...Ray was right about the driving."

Rachael was standing right beside her, one hand cupping a bouncing breast and the other down her own panties. She looked at me with wide eyes and made it clear she also wanted to see me fuck Connie like I was auditioning for a porn film.

Meanwhile, the other guy had bent his wife over the other arm of the sofa and was deep in her vagina. Ray looked first at Connie getting fucked doggy, then the other woman getting fucked doggy and giving Rachael a sound slap on her ass, said, "Decisions, decisions," then moved to put his cock in the other woman's mouth.

She took it and the slapping of her husband's hips against her ass did most of the work for her. "Mmmm...mmmm...mmmm" she murmured as her mouth worked Ray's semi hard cock.

Rachael moved my head to the side and planted a wet tongue filled kiss on my mouth. She sucked my tongue and then whispered in my ear. "Pretty good for a new guy," and gave me an evil grin. One of the couples that had sought privacy came into the room, naked, sweaty and happy.

Rachael turned and smiled. "In just a minute, Smoke is going to smoke Connie's ass. Want to watch?" The lady, about mid thirties and looking good without any clothes, came and stood on my other side. The guy who looked to be the oldest in the room, stood behind Rachael and hugged her.

"Missed you, babe. I really am glad to see you here again."

She smiled and said," Good to be back, Professor. Good to be back," and put one of his hands to her panty covered vulva. The Professor stroked his fingers on it and his other hand was massaging one of her breasts, which were so firm compare to the others in the room.

I was thinking that I had died and gone to heaven. The threesome at the other end of the sofa was going great guns, I was doing my best to fuck Connie's brains out, my girlfriend was standing beside me getting warmed up by the Professor and the woman on the other side of me was waiting to see me switch from vaginal to anal. I gave Connie a few more serious and slower thrusts and asked," Ready to move it up a notch?"

Connie just reached behind and pulled aside her cheeks to invite me to move into her ass. "Right there, Smoke, right there." The woman beside me kindly had a package of lube ready and without as much as a please or thank you, was working it into Connie's ass. "Thank you, Claire," Connie said. "I can always count on you to make me ready."

"Welcome, honey. Any time." I took my cock in my hand and guided it to Connie's ass. As I pressed and waited for Connie's ass to accept me, I looked at Rachael. The Professor's hand was now in her panties and she was softly swaying to his clit attention. She looked at me and blew me a kiss.

"God, I love his place," I said. "Unbelievable," and my cock slid into Connie's ass.

She groaned at my anal entering and Ray turned to look. The woman beside me said, "Ray, mind your own business." He chuckled and returned to getting his now firming dick sucked.

The woman looked at me with her eyebrows raised and her head tilted as if we were in some kind of conspiracy together. "Don't mind Ray," she said. "He gets a little possessive sometimes. Isn't that right, Connie?"

Connie, with my cock in her ass, said," After all these years, you'd think he'd learn. Ignore my hubby, Smoke. I usually do."

Rachael, her incredibly gorgeous body being skillfully handled by the professor, giggled and said, " Now pay attention, Smoke. There's a lesson to be learned here."

As I was completely unconcerned about the Professor massaging my girlfriend's clit as I ass fucked the woman in front of me, I said with real sincerity, "Don't worry, girl. I can share."

Rachael smiled at me and replied, "You really are such a quick study." Then she blew me a kiss.

Connie's ass was nowhere near as tight as Rachael's, but it felt wonderful, warm and was copiously lubricated. I was stroking in her fully but slowly and Connie was making appreciative murmurs. I had to laugh at myself, thinking of my earlier nervous anxiety. I also remembered Rachael's orders not to make an ass of myself. With anal, I usually got verbal in a very basic kind of way. Tonight, I had to remember to keep the language reasonably civil.

"Want to know something, Connie?" I asked.

"What's that, Sweetheart."

"I'm very happy to be here."

She burst out laughing which caused her ring to contract. "And I'm very happy to have you here, especially where you are right now" she replied. "Claire, a touch more of that lube, if you will. I like it smooth, Smoke. Hey! I’m going to call you Smoothie Smoke."

"Sure thing, honey," murmured Claire and I withdrew to let Claire do her thing. She put some lube on Connie's ass, fingered it in and then put some more on my cock. She ran her hand up and down my shaft and I shuddered in pleasure. Then she guided it back to Connie's well lubed ass and I re-entered.

"Mmmm," Connie murmured. "Much better." I pulled out and re-entered a few times, thrilled to see and feel my cock going into her lube slicked asshole again and again while her husband was right there, happily getting a blow job.

Rachael was starting to get off with the Professor's touch. Her panties were still on and she looked so sweet, I had to lean over and kiss her. Then I leaned the other way and kissed Claire. Ray was looking like he was very happy with the attention his cock was getting and I was very happy giving Connie's ass my cock. Claire was massaging herself and I noticed Rachael was now without panties. She was arching her back, her legs straight and beautifully toned by her high heels which was the only things she now had on. Her legs were only slightly apart and the Professor, standing behind her was obviously trying to get his cock into her vagina while standing up and by the look on Rachael's face, he was succeeding.

He was holding her around her waist and they were gently fucking while standing like that. I didn't feel the slightest twinge of jealousy. It would have been impolite, seeing as how I was anally pleasuring the lady of the house right in plain view of her husband. I was thrilled to realize that I was getting off on seeing Rachael being fucked like that. I was about to say so, but thought it was unnecessary. It's expected, I thought happily.

Instead, I said, " Connie, want to know something else?"

"What's that, Sweetheart?"

"Don't ever sell this house."

Connie burst out laughing and the muscles around my cock squeezed down as she did. It felt like a hand job, only ten times better. I started to stroke a little faster. Claire was holding my arm. "Don't be afraid to give it to her, Smoke. You should see what Magic Motor does to her when he's in your position."

There was that name again.

"Listen to the girl, Smoothie," Connie said. "She knows what she's talking about."

"God, I love this place," I muttered as I started to give the woman's ass my best efforts. I had never let myself completely go with anal sex before and it felt like the most primal thing I had ever done. ‘Fuck her like you paid for her,' Rachael had said. 'Fuck her hard' she had said. I felt like I was doing that. I was stroking furiously, bouncing off Connie's plush cheeks. I was trying to fuck that woman's ass as hard and fast as I could. The only thing missing was Connie's pleas for mercy which I knew she wasn't interested in giving.

I looked at Rachael. She was off somewhere, her eyes closed as the Professor slowly fucked her from behind. Then her eyes opened and she saw me. She just smiled and nodded her consent, then closed her eyes again. The threesome at the other end was doing fine. Ray was close to coming and the married couple were both looking well on their way as well. Claire was starting to writhe with her masturbation and Connie was panting and giving out passionate moans. Remembering not to get vocally vulgar, I let myself get lost in Connie's ass.

It was strange. Despite the highly charged sexual atmosphere, I felt that I was going to last a while. I alternated between fast and heavy anal pounding and slow, sensuous gentle strokes. After a few more minutes Claire was climaxing from her own self-attentions and not the slightest bit bashful about it. She just kept masturbating with one hand and holding my arm with the other. Rachael was now completely bent over, her hands on the floor and her long lithe legs were straight and set. The Professor was still going slowly and Rachael was moaning with the steady vaginal fucking.

Claire came back from her momentary visit to some other place and she opened another package of lube, then let it fall sensuously on my cock, drop by drop. Connie was now silent and had her head down, taking everything I was giving her. Ray must have climaxed as he was now backing away, panting and covered in sweat. The couple carried on and was lost to the world. Claire gave my ear a sensuous wet going over with her mouth and tongue, then whispered to me. "Connie must like you. She goes quiet like that when she..."

Claire paused as she stepped close to me, her arms going around me and her vulva put tight to my upper thigh. She held me and started to slowly hump on my thigh as she finished her sentence. "…is really, really, enjoying, being, fucked," with a hump to emphasize each word and a wonderfully forceful hump as she said 'fucked'. It was the first time I had heard the word that evening and I felt good that Claire had used it with me.

I kept up my technique and felt myself getting closer each time I went wild on Connie. By taking a little more time with the gentle stuff, I was able to keep from coming too soon. I really wanted Connie to like this. But it couldn't last forever and with a little more fast and furious fucking, I felt the pressure rising and let it take me closer.

Claire knelt down and her hand went to Connie's vagina. I felt fingers, then more and then her whole hand was in Connie's childbirth stretched vagina. The pressure against my ass surrounded cock as her vagina was completely filled with Claire’s hand was like nothing I had ever felt before.

I stopped stroking and just held in her ass, as deep as I could. Claire was fisting and Connie was on her way. Her hips were rolling and she was taking short gasping breathes. Her pelvic muscles started to quiver and with a long low growling moan, she tensed as if preparing for the coming sexual onslaught. Claire paused in her fisting and then started again. Connie clamped down and I felt my orgasm build and build. Connie clamped down even harder and I felt Claire's hand twisting and churning.

Connie wasn't getting verbal but her breathing was fast and clipped. She was close and Claire expertly kept her climbing. The pressure in my pelvis was almost unbearable. The pressure around my cock was every bit as bad. When I thought I might pass out, I started to tremble uncontrollably. I felt like I was falling and my whole body was being squeezed by some unseen force. In the distance I thought I heard a woman screaming...screaming...screaming. Even with my teeth clenched, I was unable to keep silent.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I hissed and I went into a total body spasm and seconds later I was coming. My eyes opened and I was back in the room, back in Connie's ass and shooting cum. Connie was calling out as well.

"Holy shit, holy shit! Ray! Ray! Ray..." Her husband held her head and said nothing although he looked very proud of his wife.

I jerked a few times, then again and again. Connie was beating a fist against the sofa. I felt a last spurt of cum that left me empty. I stood there, still in her ass and panted. Claire's hand was still there as well but I felt it relax. Connie groaned and her pelvis twisted a few times and then she went still. The sound of our two orgasms must have been some kind of a signal as Rachael started to cry out. "Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes!" and then she was coming. She was grasping her ankles and bouncing up into the Professor’s cock.

The Professor was leaning back, his cock buried in my girlfriend's vagina and he started to shake, then came with several hard thrusts into Rachael. Like magic, the other couple went off as well. Six people were having orgasms together. I was unable to help myself as I started to laugh with the idea of it all.

"What a place," I said out loud. "What an incredible, incredible place." I was still in Connie's ass.

"Don't move, Sweetheart," she said. "Don't move. Not just yet." Manners, I thought, and did what I was told. But then, I really didn't want to go anywhere.

Rachael stood up, shook out her long hair and surveyed the scene. The other couple disengaged and straightened up. "Okay, you two, out," Connie said. I stepped back and Claire slipped her hand away. Connie rolled over the arm rest and collapsed on the sofa.

Ray looked at Claire, then me and said, "Very well done. Very well done, indeed." Claire gave me an explanation. "Connie only gets a potty mouth when she's really having a good time."

I remembered my vocal performance and looked at Rachael, worried. She walked over to me, gave me a serious hug and said, "It's all right. You weren't that bad. You should hear Claire when she gets wound up. She would make a drunken sailor blush."

"I would not," Claire said, looking very insulted, then smiled at the tease. "The guy might learn a few more words, but I doubt he'd be blushing. Coming, maybe, but not blushing."

We all started to laugh and in no time we were all howling. Now it seemed not so much a swinging party as it seemed like a bunch of close friends at a garden party, except we were all naked. I was pretty sure I was doing well. Rachael held me and kissed my ear. "I told you things would work out."

The sound of the laughter must have penetrated the house as the other two couples soon walked into the living room, also nude and happy. There we were, twelve people, all smiling and chatting, naked and unconcerned. People were munching on the food, getting drinks and it was obviously time for a break. Connie walked up to me and gave me a quick kiss. "Bathrooms are upstairs or down the hall. Feel free to take a quick shower, have a nap or anything your little heart desires."

Rachael leaned close and said in a soft and loving voice, "Told you she's a sweetheart. And she really likes you."

"How am I doing with my manners?" I asked, giving her butt a squeeze.

"Just fine. Keep it up and I think you'll be invited back."

"If I live that long," I answered, meaning it. She laughed and gave me another hug. "You've still got your condom on."

I went in search of a bathroom to took care of that detail. The one down the hall was unoccupied and I peed, then washed my hands and face. I also gave my penis a rinse and felt like I was in Wonderland.

Claire walked in and saying, "Don't mind me," proceed to sit and pee. "We tend to be a bit informal around here," she said. "Besides, with only two bathrooms and a dozen people, it works better that way." She casually wiped herself, flushed and got up.

She rinsed her hands, ran a wet face cloth over her face and then over her vulva. Then she ran a brush through her hair and said, "Much better." She quickly got down, took my penis in her mouth and gave me a few seconds of surprised delight. Standing up again, she smiled and looked me in the eye. "Like I said, we keep it informal around here," and walked out.

Back in the living room, people were standing and chatting, sitting and sipping drinks, just like a regular party again, except for the lack of clothes. I got a drink of vodka and orange juice, remembering to keep the alcohol level low. One of the women who had gone private walked up and said, "I know it's hard to remember everyone's name at first. I'm Maria," and she held out her hand. I gave it a squeeze and said, "Charles, but call me Smoke."

She looked a bit puzzled. I chuckled and said, "There's a bit of a story, but back in university, I accidentally started a fire in a sorority house. The details are too painful to talk about."

She smiled and said, "Well, we all have our secrets, although your story likely has some very interesting details."

We chatted and I almost lost track of the fact that we were nude, possibly going to be sexually intimate later and that she was here with her husband. She looked to be about a decade older than me. She was quite attractive with gorgeous blue eyes, honey blonde hair which was real, judging by her neatly trimmed landing strip. She had a very well maintained body, only a few extra pounds, but wonderfully spread over her and remarkably firm breasts for an older woman. I tried not to be too obvious in checking her out but she certainly noticed. "It's okay to look," she said, "As long as you also touch."

Go for it, I decided and stroked a breast. She didn't bat an eye. I gave her breast a more careful exam and felt only real woman. "Beautiful," I said, meaning it.

She looked at me and with barely a trace of seductive intent, said, "If you want to have a much closer look, we can always go upstairs."

I paused just long enough to remember my manners. "Yes," I said. "That would be a pleasure."

"Just let me get a drink and tell my husband where I'll be," she said, as if we were off to the grocery store. She walked to the table, got a drink and spoke to her husband, who was deep into a discussion with Connie . He looked over at me and gave me a casual thumbs up and then turned back to Connie, who also gave me friendly wave good bye.

Manners, I thought and walked over to Rachael who was sitting on the sofa, a small plate of munchies on her lap and the Professor's arm around her waist. "Maria and I are...going to get to know each other better," I said.

She just looked at me and nodded, still chewing a bit. She swallowed and said, "No problem. If I'm not here when you get back, I won't be far." Maria took my hand and led me out of the room. No one seemed to pay any attention much less care.

The bedroom was nicely furnished with a queen sized bed, which had a wooden frame with four corner posts. A large over stuffed easy chair, a small bowl of condoms and lube on the night table and a mirror on the ceiling made it clear this bedroom was only used for sex. Maria opened a drawer of the dresser.

"Look at this, "she said, showing me the room's accessories. The drawer held a variety of toys, all neatly stored in zip lock bags. She then closed it and opened the one underneath. It held some restraints, some soft pieces of rope, a few blindfolds and even a couple of gags. She looked at me and with a slight evil grin asked, "Want to tie me up?"

The thought was enticing but I had never gotten into bondage. My ex had said it was perverted when I had suggested trying it. "Maria, I'm new to this. How about if you tie me up instead?"

She gave me a real evil grin and said, "Are you sure? I might turn out to be a sadistic dominatrix with evil in my heart."

I felt safe but said, "A little pain is okay, just don't make me bleed." I had no idea where that answer came from but Maria seemed to like it.

"Don't worry. If I hurt you, I promise to kiss it better. Then again, maybe I won't."

"Maybe I don't want to be kissed better," I said, trying to sound like I knew how to play this game.

Maria just gave me a sinister laugh and pushed me onto the bed. "On your back and lie still. Or I'll make you wish you were never born." Maria knew how to play the game.

She put a blindfold on me and attached restraints to my wrists and ankles, making sure they were snug. Then I felt her put ropes through the attached rings and one by one, my limbs were stretched out and I was secure. She paused for several minutes and I could almost feel her eyes going over me. Then she started to run her hands over me, softly, gently, avoiding my already thickening penis. I felt her mouth graze over me, almost not even touching. Then she kissed my mouth fully and her tongue probed my mouth and ran over my teeth. She took my penis in her hand and said, "Forget about this. It's not what you are here for. Then she must have backed away.

The room was silent and I heard the door open, then close. I couldn't tell if she was gone or only pretending. I lay there, spread eagled, restrained, and unable to move and my penis got fuller and fuller. It was at complete erection now and I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I was getting a bit apprehensive, then felt a soft and gentle hand started to caress my manhood. It was like an angel's touch, loving and calm. Then it stopped and I again heard the door open and close. I heard and felt nothing for several long minutes. I was alone, left to wonder about what was and wasn't going on.

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magic10fingers4
Posted 24 Sep 2013 11:20
What a wonderful free-for-all - no holds sexual feast. mmmm I wonder -
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Posted 27 Feb 2013 10:33
Epic, a quite wonderful story. Did someone really give this a score of 2?Maybe not. Perhaps a little long winded at times but more than made up for by the originality and the graphic descriptions of the sex acts. Very, very hot.
 

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