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This story explores themes of anal sex, enemas and golden showers. If these topics are not to your taste, hit 'Back' on your browser and move along.
Following my first swingers experience with my partner's friends at a rural property in Cranbourne, south-east of Melbourne, we regularly attended their monthly parties. They became such a popular event that our gracious hosts hired a marquee tent and set it up in the paddock to accommodate the extra guests.
Lyndal and I found ourselves staying over rather than driving home when we fulfilled our fantasies, and when the sex petered out, those that remained sat around drinking and socialising. These parties were great outlets for free sexual expression and meeting good friends. Our hosts' property boasted a generous number of bedrooms so that there was room enough for everyone that wanted to party the night away.
On one such party, Lyndal was unable to attend as her company sent her to Brisbane for a corporate event but encouraged me to go. Our hosts agreed, and because they were friends with Lyndal, they waived the male-only entry fee. They tried to balance the sexes, both of them, as much as they could.
Not wanting to play without Lyndal, I withheld from physical encounters but enjoyed the shows and the naked bodies that passed by. I found myself chatting to several gents in the marquee, and I drank way too much and ended up passing out on the couch wrapped in a thick blanket.
With the first light of dawn, the brightness stung my brain, and I tried vainly to ignore the pain by rolling over. I dozed fitfully but soon became aware of voices giggling in the background. As they approached the marquee, I recognised one of the female voices. It belonged to Michelle, one of the co-hosts. The other female voice was not familiar.
Curious, I rolled over and pulled the blanket over my head but left a small slit so that I could observe the two women as they approached the marquee. I took the opportunity to look around. There were plastic tables littered with drink bottles, most empty but some with alcohol that the guests could not finish before retiring. The clean-up task would be considerable, I thought.
The women giggled in a hushed tone as they saw me prostrate on the couch before wandering around and examining the wreckage. I watched them through squinted eyes as they threaded their way through the tables, occasionally picking up an empty bottle. They seemed in high spirits.
Examining the duo, Michelle and her friend were dressed in maid outfits from the previous night. Her friend was a buxom blonde named Channone (pronounced as Shannon), with who I had little interaction post our introduction. Channone was in her forties if she was a day (similar age to our hosts); her hair was bobbed, the face was rounded with a pair of piercing blue eyes and a solid, angular nose. Her full lips were coloured crimson, and she sported a pleasing smile.
In contrast, Michelle was a skinny brunette of middling height. She wore her dark hair high in a bun with tendrils randomly distributed across her brow. Her look, while attractive, was unusual in that there were Asian elements present despite not having any of that lineage. Hers was a bubbly personality, and she oozed sex appeal. While I had not sampled, Lyndal had and told me Michelle was a bundle of fun.
It looked to me that neither had removed their makeup from the night before. Their maid outfits were sexy. Both wore high-heeled stiletto shoes, sheer stockings attached to a garter, a corset and an apron from which Michelle dispense condoms to men throughout the night.
Squinting, I watched these two vixens pick up a couple of sex toys from a table. The first was a pink double cock, used by women to DP their holes simultaneously. The second was an enormous vibrating cock. My pulse quickened suddenly as the women began licking and sucking on these sex toys. They giggled something about the taste but continued orally playing with them. These toys could have been in any number of holes during the party. However, judging by their reaction, the women relished the flavour.
Michelle and Channone freed their boobs from their corsets, and my mouth drooled at the former's meaty udders. While there was some age-related sag, her boobs were luscious and topped with enormous areolas. The women took turns placing the sex toys between Channone's cleavage with each licking and sucking the shafts.
As Channone sucked on the head of the massive vibrating cock, struggling to get the helmet in her mouth, Michelle began licking her friend's nipples, and I began hardening at a rate of knots. Moments later, the women licked the head of the rubber cock together before kissing each other furiously. I could see lipstick smeared across the helmet, and I desperately wanted to touch my own. This show cannot have been a coincidence, and it was clearly for my viewing pleasure.
"Let's clear the table," Said Michelle, after breaking an intensely erotic kiss.
The women proceeded to the table next to me and began stacking plates. Michelle had tucked her small titties back in her corset while Channone's swung freely. They stacked an alarming number of drink bottles which was a testament to the amount of alcohol consumed the night before.
When the table was clear of rubbish, Channone turned around, bent over slightly, and removed a pair of panties. Channone placed a hefty thigh on a chair with Michelle assisting, eased herself onto the table before lying back and spreading her legs.
With Channone's profile before me, I watched as Michelle knelt and began tonguing her friend's cunt, slowly at first but with increasingly vigorous strokes. Both women were moaning in ecstasy while my cock was chomping at the bit.
"Spit on it," Cooed Channone, who was kneading her chunky tits, "Yeah, like that."
I could not see anything Michelle was doing, but Channone's twitching suggested it was enjoyable as she licked her nipples. Shortly, she grabbed the pink double cock and sucked each cock hard.
"Fuck me!" She moaned, and I saw Michelle grabbed the huge vibrating cock and presumably filled her sopping pussy to the hilt.
Channone quickly climaxed, and when the giggling died down, Michelle stood up with the cock in her hand and looked directly at me.
"We trust you enjoyed our show."
Pulling the blanket away from my head and sitting up, I told them that it was very erotic and to underline my admiration, I exhibited the bulge in my pants.
"Oh, that looks tasty," Channone teased, lying prone on the table.
"Come and fuck us," Smiled Michelle, "We're wet and willing."
I was taken aback by Michelle's demand. What did Lenny, her husband, think about this? Would my girlfriend be cool with me fucking two other women? I was conflicted but also incredibly horny and quickly kicked the ethical issue down the road.
Standing up, I immediately pulled my pants down and gave my cock time to breathe from its tight confines. My cock, while diamond strength, was much smaller than the sex toys.
"Let me suck on that," Lusted Channone, discarding the pink sex toy.
I could not comply quickly enough. I presented my oozing prick to Channone's open mouth, and she cocked her head to the side and swallowed me whole. Her mouth was super juicy as she worked her magic on my quivering shaft. Glancing at Michelle, she had the base of the sex toy in her mouth and used her head to fuck Channone's juicy pussy. All three of us were moaning in pleasure.
Feeling adventurous, I mounted the table and sat my butt just above Channone's face, hoping she would discern my intention and give me what I desired. She did not disappoint. Grabbing my arse cheeks, she pulled them apart and forced me closer to her mouth.
The moment Channone's tongue rasped across my freckle, I almost came such was the jolt of electrical pleasure. She lapped at my stale hole thoroughly and gave me a sensational rim job. Watching Michelle fucking her friend and enjoying Channone's tongue in my anus, I could hardly credit my luck.
A minute or so later, Channone removed her tongue, and I felt a delicate finger press against my tight O-ring. It had been several years since I took deliveries at the tradesman's entrance, so I was initially nervous. Still, Channone had done such an excellent job with her tongue that her digit entered easily and without irritation.
"Oh, yeah, baby," I moaned, gently stroking my sticky cock.
Channone alternated her finger and tongue on my anus, asking me constantly if I liked it.
"I love it!" I replied genuinely.
"You taste amazing," Channone said.
That simple statement confirmed that she was a butt bunny, and there was no question that I was going to stick my cock up her spongey arsehole. I raised my hips and directed my cock down Channone's willing throat.
"Oh yeah, suck me hard."
Channone sucked me harder than anyone before or since, and I quickly unloaded my balls. She swallowed everything I ejaculated without barely a shudder. I extended the courtesy to tell her beforehand if she was not into it, but she did not flinch at all.
