CHAPTER 8: SWINGERS
Jerome and I were on our sides with me spooned into his front. He had finished fucking me from behind in this same position but with my right leg held high to open me up to his aggressive thrusts deep into my cunt. I had begun my orgasm moments before I faintly felt his cock swell inside my spasming cunt canal just before heavy, thick streams of semen erupted into me. We now lay spooned in the same position but with my thighs pressed together trapping his cock inside me. And inside me, it would remain as long as he and I didn't move too much. It was one of the marvelous things about a big cock that even as it softened its length could still leave some of it inside.
His right arm was around me and holding me tightly to him. I have thought he also enjoys these moments after a leisurely fuck when we remain connected. His hand had been fondling my tit but had just started rolling and twisting the nipple. The delicious action had me pressing back against him, feeling his solid stomach and chest against my bare back and his cock move slightly. I clenched and relaxed my cunt muscles around his softening cock.
He nuzzled his lips near my ear, "Trying to make me hard, again? You know what happens if I get hard." I stifled a giggle and continued doing the Kegal squeezing around him. "I'll have to fuck you all over, again, like the wanton slut you are."
I hugged his arm and did giggle this time and playfully responded, "Oh, no... no, sir, no... oh, my... what will I do?"
He slapped my ass, also playfully, adding his own laugh on top. Then his hand left my tit and slid down my body to my groin. I raised my right leg somewhat to ease his approach as his fingers moved over my clit and lips still filled by his cock. He casually stroked there for a few moments before his hand returned to my tit.
"Remember I mentioned the swingers' club?" he asked in a conversational voice.
I nodded, "Of course, you said it was where you met those three women."
"Ah, yes... those three." I felt his cock stiffen slightly inside. I pressed back against the welcome feeling. He had been naughty that night by first allowing the women to be dominant over me before turning the tables on them and making them submissive to us. The women had thought I was just some slut Jerome had picked up somewhere. "An interesting night, huh?" Interesting was putting it mildly. My first girl-girl experience in spades. "Any way... the swingers' club. I think I mentioned they sometimes have nights when they invite single men... mostly to give their women members a different experience, I think." I nodded. Wondering now why he was bringing this up. By the feel of his cock, all this talk was distracting him from the direction I had hoped for. "Anyway, those nights aren't the only times when a non-member might join in with them. They sometimes have a 'gangbang' night." Okay... that got my attention. I was assuming he had been invited to gangbang some club member. "Normally, the bang is for one of the female members." See, I was right. "I have received information that they want one but no member has agreed." I turned my head to look at him. And? He thrust his hips against me and I could feel his cock jerk inside me and new stimulation occurring. There was something about all this...
"And...?" I encouraged him.
"The nights with the gangbang, it turns out, has quite an effect on the other members, too. I guess as you might imagine. Watching the gangbang gets the rest of the members going. I guess it regularly turns into a REALLY wild orgy. People fucking in piles. When I have been there, I was focused on the bang but I have noticed the effect." I looked at him, again. Where was this going? "So... they want another bang but no member to bang but the rest of the membership wants the effect the bang creates." He was hard. He pulled out, rolled me onto my back, and drove his cock back into me. I gasped and groaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. He quickly rolled us so I was on top on my knees sitting on his cock.
I looked down at him as I slowly rose on his cock and settled back down. After a couple times, "So... how is all this supposed to be of interest to me?"
He reached out and grasped both nipples as I continued to slowly ride his cock. He smiled. That smile I now knew that told me, 'Watch out, girl'.
"How would you like to be the center of another gangbang?" I stopped moving. "Eleven guys on the boat, right?" I nodded. "This will be bigger." I raised myself up. "Quite a bit bigger," he added and I dropped down on his cock. He groaned with me. "At least... 20 guys," he added with a moan.
"20?" I asked after another slamming down on his cock.
"At least... could be more given male club members..." He just watched me as I began fucking him harder, my tits bouncing and swinging. "What do you, think?"
I climbed off him and turned on my hands and knees, my ass pointed at him. "Fuck me." It was all I said. He rose to his knees and press his cock into my messy cunt. "No... not there..."
He pulled out, parted my ass cheeks, and pressed the head passed the sphincter. I cried out. He immediately began pulling and thrusting until he was fully in my ass. He leaned over me, pulled both nipples as he began fucking me.
"Damn, you're going to do it."
"Fuck yeah!"
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On the night we were to be at the swingers' club, Jerome picked out my outfit. It wasn't a surprise when I saw it laid out on the bed after my shower and make-up. Jerome liked to show off his slut. Sheer white, lace top thigh highs. Black 5" high heels. Dark, pleated micro-skirt. Semi-sheer, buttoned, sleeveless blouse. No pantie, thong, or bra in sight.
As we drove down the street where the club was located, he pointed out his window as we passed. There was a large parking lot across the street but he passed it all. When he pulled into a parking space two blocks away instead, I was puzzled. The area was fairly busy with several mid-range bars and restaurants and a few shops still open. As soon as we jogged across the middle of the street for the other sidewalk, though, I understood. My mind had only been on the gangbang. Jerome didn't focus on a single event, he enjoyed everything that led up to and after it, too. In this case, it was exposing me in public. As I jogged in the high heels and made the final leap over the curb, the look in several faces as the tiny skirt swirled up and my tits bounced within the gaping blouse, I flushed at the realization that I was probably flashing both cunt and tits.
The two-block walk was a two-block public exhibition. He had adjusted my skirt before we left and I imagined sitting in the car hadn't helped it any. I was under strict orders not to touch or adjust either skirt or blouse. By the feel of the cooling air, I wasn't sure the skirt completely covered my otherwise bare ass even when it wasn't moving with the breeze. I glanced down my front and sighed when I saw a nipple flash into view as he set a quick pace, though I was further instructed to keep up while strutting which set my ass into a rocking motion that further moved the tiny skirt.
By the time Jerome was holding the door to the club open for me, I was flushed and excited. Jerome understands me so well. A two-block public exhibition walk with my ass partially exposed and my tits dancing under a mostly open blouse can tamp down some of my nerves.
We stood off to the side of the crowd. We were in what could have been a large lounge area of many bars. Couches, groups of chairs, and booths were arranged throughout the space. The long bar was on our right, the booths on our left as we stood just inside the door. At the opposite end was a raised stage. At the moment, it was shrouded in darkness.
Someone got everyone's attention with a microphone. He identified himself but all I got was that he was the club president. I was scanning the room. Out there in the group were 20-some men. I spotted a group of men without partners further down the same side of the room. The rest of the people seemed to be couples. Men dressed comfortably in slacks and shirts. The women, though, were much more provocatively dressed in mini or micro-skirts and various tops, some sheer. I spotted a few women in fishnet outfits and decided there must be someplace to change or they wore the outfits under other clothes. Could they have actually walked the street dressed like that? I wasn't sure I wanted that thought to cross Jerome's mind.