After serving three years of a four-year enlistment in the Air Force, I was discharged early because of my promiscuous behavior. I guess I deserved it. I once went to a swinger club near the base and offered to take on everyone. I wanted to see how many people I could have sex with in one night. I lost count when I passed out during a strong orgasm, but I took on at least thirty-five men and six women. Some of them must have been in the Air Force because word of my shameful behavior got back to the Base Commander. I got a good chewing out for that one, but they didn't kick me out.
It was my fling with the Chaplain that did me in. I was on my knees blowing him when his wife walked in and caught us. He was cumming in my mouth at the time. The Air Force wanted to avoid a scandal so I was quietly discharged a few days later.
Before I continue, I suppose I should describe myself. I am twenty-four, five foot two, and measure 35-24-36. I am told that I bear a strong resemblance to model Rachel Hunter. I get my looks from my beautiful mother. If she had a dollar for every wolf whistle that came her way, she would be rich. She and my father got a divorce while I was in the service.
Naturally, Mom was curious about my early discharge. I told her that the Air Force was having a RIF, or Reduction in Force, and I had volunteered to get out early. She was skeptical until I showed her my discharge papers.
The first order of business after arriving home was to find a job. I got one as a salesperson in a clothing store. I had to blow the manager to get it, and do him once a week to keep it, but that was no problem. He was a nice-looking guy and I enjoyed munching on his big salami.
Mom had become quite a party girl and went out on dates two or three times a week. I began to suspect that my father had divorced her because she was unfaithful to him.
I continued to behave like a slut but tried to hide it from my mother. My sex drive was so strong that I needed to be fucked often. And what better place is there to get a lot of fucking than a swinger club? I was thumbing through the Yellow Pages looking for something else when I came across an ad for The Trapeze, a "club for like-minded adults". A quick phone call confirmed that, like many swinger clubs, single women were always welcome and their admission was free. Many swinging couples prefer threesomes with women, so there is a lot of demand for them.
I spent hours preparing for my first visit to The Trapeze. My makeup and outfit had to be perfect. Not that the clothes really mattered much. I planned on being out of them within a few minutes of walking in the door. The topless receptionist was a very pretty redhead with fantastic tits. She looked me up and down and winked. "Maybe we can get together a little later," she purred. "I think there's a good chance of that," I answered. Although I prefer men, I never pass up a workout with a good-looking gal.
Even though it was early, there was already a nice crowd in the main room. Some clubs have a rule against nudity outside the play areas. I was pleased to see that this one didn't. I spotted two topless women and one completely naked couple. I headed for the locker room and a few minutes later returned wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings, high heels, and jewelry. I love to parade around naked in front of hundreds of strangers. I can almost have an orgasm just doing that. Heads swiveled in my direction. Eyes widened. Jaws dropped. How I love being the center of attention!
I took a stool at the bar and struck a sexy pose. After ordering a drink and paying for it with the bills I had stuffed down my stocking, I scanned the room looking for choice partners. I was soon approached by an attractive couple. The woman appeared to be in her thirties, had a very pretty face and a statuesque build. He was presentable but wasn't anything special. After chatting for a few minutes, I asked him how big his cock was. He unzipped his fly and pulled out a six-inch softie. I was sure it would swell up to at least eight inches. "Let's go," I said.
We stopped by the locker room so they could shed their clothes and then headed for the party rooms in back. The largest room had at least twenty identical beds lined up in four rows. It could have been a hospital ward if not for the dozen couples indulging in various sex acts on the beds.
My couple led me to an empty bed and we got right down to it. The woman went to her back and she and her husband pulled me on top of her. She stuffed her tongue into my pussy as I began licking hers. It was a nice, clean pussy, completely shaved and smelling of sandalwood. The man played with himself as he watched his wife and I performing a passionate sixty-nine. My lover really knew her way around a pussy and soon had me purring like a kitten.
The husband soon joined in and began fucking me doggy style. His thick cock was just the medicine my aching pussy needed. Having a cock in my pussy and a tongue on my clit is one of my favorite things. I heard someone moaning and realized that it was me. The husband (I hadn't even asked his name) was giving me a good, hard fucking and that was exactly what I needed. Sometimes I prefer a man who uses finesse, then there are other times when I need a no-nonsense fucking.
I had the wife's legs drawn back and tucked under my arms to give me easy access to her pussy. Her legs jerked whenever I hit a sweet spot. Her moans increased until they were louder than my own. She was squeezing my tits a little too hard, but I didn't complain. Sometimes a little pain mixed with the pleasure makes a very enjoyable combination. I finished the bitch off with a few swirls of my tongue around her clit. Even with my pussy tight against her mouth she made a lot of noise, enough to attract attention. We had a small audience sitting on the beds around us. I howled into her pussy as I came. My lover pumped me faster in an effort to keep my orgasm going. He managed to keep it going a little longer before pulling out.
