Recap. For any new readers. This is a true-life story of a sub bi male.
My story so far, describes my journey of being slowly indoctrinated to becoming something I didn't know I was, a bisexual submissive male. An invite to a swinger's party was, I thought, an innocent get together of like-minded and mature adults who enjoyed hedonistic sex with others.
So far, and unknown to me, I had been duped to believing that all the activities, like paying respects to the host's cock and balls, and being edged to an inch of being driven insane, were normal swinging activities.
I had been shaved nude by the hostess, given oral to a number of the males and females, endured mild CBT, had the host cum on me and up to now, only been given the opportunity to briefly enjoy a fuck where I was able to cum. This conditioning had my young mind so worked up, I would have done anything for them.
So, to continue my story.
I asked for a tissue but Sinsa already had one in her hand. Still holding my cock, she pulled my foreskin back and gently wiped me, knowing I was still a little sensitive. She used another tissue to wipe the cum from my thigh and as I turned to say thank you, I watched as she sniffed the tissue, stuck her tongue out to lick and taste it, then wipe it on her nipples.
I thought, OMG, that was so hot and dirty, Sinsa must be a nymphomaniac. My desire to fuck her and suck on those pendulous breasts was growing rapidly. I just wanted to do lots of dirty and depraved things to her. I reached out to touch between her legs, but she slapped my hand and quickly said.
"I have my knickers on for a reason darling, sorry. Not tonight." I quickly snatched my hand away, worried I had done something wrong.
She smiled and held her breast to my mouth, and said, "Suck my tits darling. Give me a little bit of love my sexy boy."
I thought for a quick second, especially because only a few moments ago, she had wiped my cum on her nipples. But the whole night was just a rush of new experiences, that I couldn't stop myself. She didn't have to say anything else. I latched my mouth onto one of her breasts and suckled and licked.
Her nipple tasted salty. As I sucked, I was believing that this was normal behaviour. This was swinging.
I had of course, tasted my own cum before, but not off of a pair of huge gorgeous breasts. I continued to suck and nurse on them, paying attention to feeling how heavy they were. I paid particular attention to each of her now erect nipples.
I gently bit, sucked and pulled on them. She leaned her head back on the sofa, and reached for her glass from the side table. She took an ice cube from her glass and put it in my mouth, then pulled my head down to nurse on her breasts.
Taking sips of her drink, she looked down at me, lifting and offering me alternate breasts so that I was even in my sucking.
I was lost in the soft smoothness and size of her black exquisite tits. They were compelling me to squeeze and fondle them. I loved the fullness and weight of each one in my hands, and the ice cube in my mouth was giving her goose bumps and making her nipples stand out even more.
Sucking and in a trance, I couldn't see what else was going on. As if reading my mind, she described to me what the others were doing.
She told me Claire and Bob had both returned to the living room, and they were dressed in matching flowing silky looking dressing gowns. They were stood chatting by the drinks table.
Without stopping talking, she bent forward and touched my cock head with her finger tips. She lifted my head from her left breast and looking in my eyes, told me that I was still leaking cum from my now softening cock.
She told me to go and clean up again.
Well, I wasn't too eager to stop sucking her breasts, but I did what she said.
I got up and walked past Clive, Mike, John, Jackie and Sally and headed to the downstairs loo. They were now all sat in the arm chairs, chatting, laughing, the men casually stroking their semi hard cocks. Sally sat with Jackie, on a towel on the floor in front of the men, their legs outstretched, pointing their toes, leaning back on their arms showing off their naked bodies.
In the loo, I had a pee and washed off my cock once more, re-entered the living room and walked towards Sinsa. Bob called over, and nodded his head to me and Sinsa to join him with Claire at the drinks table.
"Sinsa, Jim," he said. I looked at Sinsa. "Come on lover boy," she said getting up, gently slapping my bum.