The swinger's party in the upscale private home in St. Hubert, a suburb of Montreal, was genial, quiet, with all the guests still fully dressed. Raul Leblanc, speaking with three other men at the bar, frowned. The woman with the hottest body there, a "Dottie," according to her nametag, had politely told him "No," when he had asked if they could retire to one of the bedrooms. He had wanted to scream at her. I am Raul. I have seven inches of the best fucking cock you have ever had.
All but two of the couples were from Plattsburg, New York. Americans. They did not understand that in Quebec, at a swinger's party, you came to fuck, and did.
Raul's lovely young wife, Betty, had reluctantly consented to attending with him. She had been with him at six other swinger parties. She had only let one man fuck her. That was fine with Raul. He did not want anyone to fuck her, but she was his ticket in the door at these small parties.
Raul, a complex man, came to these small parties because the women, being new to swinging, seldom had been with many other men. He loved to pound his cock into an unsuspecting woman; see her contortions, thrashings, feel her hands push against his thighs as his cock invaded her.
If he just wanted a hard fuck, he went alone to the "Les Libertins" club in Montreal. Three nights a week, they had "Gang Bangs." Many of the women attending were employed escorts of individual men who brought them there to be part of the wild sex action. The club let any single man in the door who had his $115.00.
The club had rooms for one-on-one sex. The "Gang Bangs" occurred at the motel next door.
Raul looked at the woman who had rejected him. I would love to watch several men take her down. In his mind, he could picture some of the regulars, men with cocks like his. They would surround her as she entered the room. Knowing that she spoke no French, they would ignore what she said, conversing in French among themselves, as they undressed her, lay her on the bed, with a man lying on each arm, as another prepared her cunt. When they finished with her, several hours later, she would be covered with their cum. Her pussy would be red. Her breasts would be inflamed, swollen, and she would be aware, more so then at any time in her life, that she is a woman.
Raul considered himself to be smart, even brilliant. He was wealthy. He thought to himself that he would invite all the couples to join him, as his quests, at the "Les Libertins." The cost is only twenty-five dollars for a couple. Paying for this group was only pocket change for Raul. There would be no way they would reject a free evening at a "Club." He would have his way with the haughty bitch, "Dottie," yet. Smiling, he knew that Philip, the manager of the club would arrange, after the passing of one hundred dollars to him, for anything that he wanted.
Phillip knew Raul well. Many times Raul had taken women he had brought to the club across the lane to the motel to be "Gang Banged." In every case, it was the woman's first "Gang Bang." The men customers looked forward to the women Raul brought. They were tight, young, almost like taking a virgin.
Raul did not worry about his wife, Betty. She would settle in the main lounge. Sipping on her drink, she would, like a princess, regale the locals with her body, flirt, and even dance. Fuck a guy at an open club where someone could walk in to watch? Never happen.
The others agreed to go. He told them that the bar bill was on him. Soon they were all settled in at ""Les Libertins." Raul spoke to Phillip, as he passed money to him. "Phillip, my friend. We have here a group of very tender newcomers. Do you see the woman in the purple dress, next to the short man wearing the brown shirt?"
"Yes, she is most attractive."
"Well, yes. It would be nice for one of your girls to take her man into a room for a while. If Julian is here, he could invite her across the lane for" secession."
"Julian is downstairs. He would love to speak to the lady, I am sure."
Both knew that Julian was so handsome, classy, and dressed so well, that he was seldom, if ever, rejected by a woman.
"I wish to join in with three others at the motel."
"Certainly, five men should give the lady a good time."
"Raul, how about the rest of your group?"
His plan in progress, Raul cast an off-the-cuff answer, "Any of the other women that will cross the lane should be aggressively fucked. It would be a first for them all. Occupy the men with your ladies."
At any given time, there were between thirty and fifty single men in the basement who had signed up to be part of a "Gang Bang," on a woman available basis. If a woman consented to go to the motel, it was assumed that she knew what would happen. Phillip, making a judgment as to her attractiveness, age, body, and number of men waiting, would speak into an intercom; "Three men to room 232, Six men to room 387, Five men, over eight inches, to room 429. His wife, Margaret, in the basement would pick the men, who would be naked in the room by the time the woman entered.
Julian approached Dottie, just as her husband left the room with one of Phillip's waitress. It excited Dottie that her husband was going to fuck another woman. There was a moment of jealousy. No man had approached her, except that guy Raul. In front of her stepped this handsome man, wearing tight black pants with a large bulge in the crotch. He had on a silk shirt, open at the collar, which revealed a thick gold chain around his neck. Oh, I'd fuck him, Dottie thought, just as he bowed slightly, while offering her his hand. "Hello, I am Julian. Care to dance?"
"Yes, I would."
Julian winked to Phillip. Phillip spoke into the intercom. "Raul and three to room 304."
When the dance ended, Julian steered Dottie out the door, across the lane, into the elevator, to room 304. Not a word was spoken. In the dark room, Julian kissed her on the neck as he lowered the zipper of her dress. Soon she was naked. He gently entered her, entered her, and entered her, till he bottomed deep in her cunt. Suddenly, his ass became a flying jackhammer, pounding deeply into her. Four other men walked out of the bathroom.
Wide eyed, Dottie, looked at the men, naked, with their cocks in their hands. She stiffened. Men were now by her sides, fondling her breasts, controlling her arms. She was slid to the end of the bed, after Julian shot his load. Raul lifted her ass in the air as he thrust his cock deeply in her. Her back arched, with just her shoulders touching the bed. He buried all his cock into her pussy as hard as he could thrust. She tried to turn, to sit up, but he controlled her body. Her cunt was his to enjoy. "Say no to me?" Thrust. "Take that" Thrust.
Her body got red; she squirmed, as her breasts flailed. It had just started for Dottie. Raul cum. He was enjoying this. A half hour late, he phoned Phillip. "We need more cocks in 304."
Several of the other women from the original party either ended up in one-on-one rooms, or to the delight of Phillip, the motel. The reports that Phillip received all said that they were as enjoyable fucks as Raul had said that they would be. The Gang Bangs were all still going on.
Betty was on her fifth drink. Some of the men that she had come with had gone to a room with a woman, and had now returned. The place was crowded with others. She had been approached several times. Some of the advances were subtle, others crude. If a girl wanted to have sex, she sure could have all she wanted here, if she wasn't too choosy, she thought. She wanted to fuck Raul. Where to hell is that damn Raul? He has been gone over an hour. Betty got wide eyed. She got angry. Has that son-of-a-bitch been fucking some other woman all this time? She did not mind, too much, if he fucked a woman for a few minutes. But, over an hour, c'mon?
