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The Club – My Personal Orgy

While one’s husband is away is a good time to play. He was away, working overseas for two weeks, so it was time to put my personal motto into practice. Don’t get me wrong, I frequently shared new adventures with him. But sometimes I yearned to play by myself; as long as I could do it safely and securely.
Some months previously we’d visited a new club, an upmarket commercial venture near the city. We’d had an enjoyable time there, so enjoyable that I’d since experienced fantasies about some of the facilities of the club and the possibilities they offered. My husband’s absence gave me the opportunity to bring these fantasies to reality. It seemed to me weekend visits to the club would be best, with more members likely to be present. Besides my grownup live at home c***dren were always away on weekends so excuses to them for my absences would be unnecessary.
My preparations throughout Friday were meticulous. A visit to the beauticians titivated all of my body from my hair to my nails. A complete Brazilian wax was my piece de resistance.
There is no way I consider myself beautiful or even pretty. I see myself as a typical short and sturdy housewife, with obvious signs of having had c***dren. No doubt there are some attractive aspects to my body. Most men liked my heavy firm breasts and fat nipples; my waxed vulva with its protruding clitoris frequently captured their attention; and my gushing climaxes certainly caused excitement. But above all else my happy positive attitude to sexual encounters always seemed to stand me in good stead. I dressed casually and comfortably for my Friday evening out. My final act of preparation was to take a Viagra tablet. I knew by the time I’d driven to the club the effects would have just kicked in. While Viagra certainly enhanced my husband’s stamina its effects on my body were wonderful. Without fail it engorged my clitoris and labia, and flared my fanny open.
The preliminaries of my visit were easy in the club’s secure reception area. Like all visitors I had to show a current health certificate. The fee for solo females was nominal. I was issued with a fresh towel, a locker number and security code, and the entrance door lock clicked in release. There was a partially undressed couple in the change room. We smiled hello. I quickly stripped and hung my clothes, grabbed my towel and, admittedly with some slight nervousness, entered the club proper. There was no need for me to explore. I knew exactly where I wanted to go first.
The number of towels hanging on the hooks outside the maze was encouraging. I swung the heavy black curtain aside and entered. The darkness was total. I slowly moved forward along the carpeted corridor, hoping my eyes would quickly adjust. I guided myself along with a hand on the wall. A minute or two went by as I slowly progressed inwards but I still could see nothing but blackness. The corridor divided. It was decision time. What did it matter which turn I took? It didn’t. I edged forward and used no logic in my selections of direction. My hand touched a body in front of me.
My finger tips told me it was a man. His hand grasped mine and he drew me forward until I bumped into him. His hands explored my body, swept over my back and backside, my breasts and belly, and fluttered over my smooth pussy. I touched him too, felt his hairy chest, his small belly, soft pubic hair and flaccid hanging tool. “Come with me,” was all he murmured as he led me forward further into the maze. We turned more corners. I was lost. He stopped and drew me into his embrace once more. Our hands again explored each other. I enjoyed his gentle lingering touch on my body and my reciprocation was fascinating. The darkness, and our consequent inability to see each other’s physical attributes, intensified my excitement. The only way to discover each other was by touch alone.
Just as I became secure in the closeness of my unseen stranger I was startled by the touch of a second pair of hands on my back. My natural immediate instinct was to flee. But then I quickly remembered why I had put myself into this situation in the first place. I stayed, determined to enjoy myself. After all, three could have more fun than two. I continued to explore the man in front with one hand and reached behind me with the other. The intruder’s cock was long and slim, his nuts hanging in a smooth heavy sac. Just as I got used to the manual exploration of my body by two sets of hands I was again startled by the touch of a third set of hands moving over my body from my left side. Reality finally dawned in my mind. I’d been ambushed! Stay or go was my next thought. Though I experienced some slight trepidation I decided to stay.
My doubts further dissipated through the distraction of the first man taking control of our group. “Come with me,” he suggested drawing forward me by the hand into the darkness. A few later he stopped. “There is a bench here,” he said. “Climb up on it, lie on your back and let us take care of you,” he suggested. I reached out and felt the padded surface of a reasonably wide bench. My three companions turned out to be gentlemen. They helped me climb aboard. It was firmer than a bed but comfortable enough. I quite deliberately relaxed my body and mind, positioned myself such that they had easy access to my more interesting attributes and totally surrendered myself to the men. Their movements indicated they had taken up positions around the bench. The blackness remained total.
Six sets of fingers touched my body. Can you imagine what it was like for a woman on her own to lie on her back in the darkness and deliberately and submissively expose her naked spreadeagled body to the caress and exploration of three pairs of hands? And allow three unseen men to touch her intimately? Ah, it was the stuff of dreams for me. Their soft explorative touch simply added spice to my fantasy.
Fingertips wandered freely over my face, neck, breasts, nipples, belly, fanny and thighs. Nervous but erotic excitement ran through my body. My nipples thickened under the fingertips. My belly quivered. My pussy sopped with moisture. Given my earlier preparation, and the circumstance in which I’d placed myself, I could feel my fanny had flared open, the flaps full and flowered, my clitoris hard and engorged. The caressing hands that slid along my slit, and they each took turns in touching me there, seared and jangled my nerve endings. I was hot, hot for them. I wanted more, much more.
The men continued to touch me but they now began to kiss and tongue my body. Their lips covered the mounds of my breasts; their tongues swirled over my nipples and trailed down my belly. One man moved to the foot of the bench. His mouth moved along one of my thighs.
I started to individually identify each of them in my mind. Mr Goatee worked his mouth over my left side and Mr Smooth the right. Mr Tache was down between my legs.
I reached out each hand and found two tools. Both were hard, very hard. My hands encircled each prick. I gently pulled them, but was probably too distracted to give them any worthwhile fun. My lack of concentration on my hands didn’t matter really. There were better things in store for their cocks, all in good time, when they finally got down to serious business.
It gradually became difficult to focus on the total stimulation of the men. I found it easier to think about one mouth or one hand and let the others fade into the background. My body dictated the area of my thoughts and imagination.
Mr Tache’s lips and tongue on the top of my inner thigh easily captured my attention. I knew where he was going, and wanted him to hurry up and get there. The bristles of his moustache brushed across my flaps, his tongue ploughed through my open wet slit. It felt oh so good. His first tongue touch made my juices flow. The tip of his tongue probed at my vaginal entrance before he slurped it along my slit. Ah, ah, ah, he found my clit. My body jolted at his tongue’s swirling caress. Oh yes, I thought to myself, go for it Mr Tache, take me to the stars. Just as this thought entered my mind he inexplicably pulled away. Oh no I thought, I was really enjoying that, why the hell did you stop.
The men changed position. Oh well I could do nothing but go with the flow. Mr Beard was my new muff diver. He buried his face in my gash. His tongue wriggled and writhed its way inside the throat of my vagina. The soft bristles of his beard tickled my fat flaps. His mouth sucked up my juices. Just when I’d got used to his technique and the pleasure began to build in me he too pulled away from my thighs. These men were driving me crazy. By now though, I’d resigned myself to the fact that they were not in any rush.
Mr Smooth ran his tongue through my sopping crevasse, sucked my bud into his mouth, held its base gently between his teeth and strummed his tongue over and around and across my hard swollen clitty. Ah, ah, this was better. Keep going just there, doing just that, I thought. My body arched upwards as Mr Smooth strummed his tune with his tongue on my sensitive love pearl. It felt oh so fantastic. My nerve endings were on fire. The fire spread throughout my body, down my thighs, through my pussy, along my belly through my breasts to my nipples. The orgasm rocked and shook my being.
I have no recollection of anything but the powerful surge through my body. No doubt I was as vocal as usual. As I returned to reality I was aware of the wetness running out of my gash into the crevice of my backside. Very briefly I wondered if Mr Smooth had enjoyed the results of his labour. What about the other two men? They continued to suck and caress my tits. I had forgotten about their cocks.
I felt Mr Smooth climb onto the bench between my spread legs. Ah here we go! I bent my legs and rested my feet on the bench. His hands brushed my skin as he placed them on either side of my body. The other two men stopped touching me. Mr Smooth was on his own. He seemed to be holding himself upright over me. And then his hard swollen glans slid along my slit. Oh yes, yes, at last I was going to be fucked. His knob found my hole. It entered me easily. It just slipped inside. He paused for a second then slid his tool inwards. My cunt spread and opened around his hard meat. In, inwards he slithered until his sac rested in my slit, his pubic bone pressed against mine. I had all of him. Out he pulled until just his glans remained inside me. Mr Smooth quickly built up a nice steady rhythm, not too hard, not too fast; just satisfyingly deep. My body responded. My cunt muscles opened as he thrust inwards, and squeezed around his cock as he pulled outwards. Almost, but not quite imperceptibly, Mr Smooth increased the speed and firmness of our fuck. My active positive but involuntary response caused him to work harder and faster. We fed off each other. The sexual tension and stress inexorably built throughout my being. A shuddering heaving rocking orgasm wrenched through me. Onwards and upwards, upwards and onwards the pleasure soared through my brain and nerve endings. Ah, ah there at last. I was lost to everything but the pleasure that pierced my being. Some time passed being once again I became aware of Mr Smooth. The way he thrust into me had changed. His cock was rock hard. It throbbed inside me. He grunted and groaned. On each thrust his muscle pumped, pumped and pumped his load into my clutching cunt. I humped my body up at him and gave him complete and total penetration. At last he stopped, his cock fluttering deep inside me. We remained locked together until I felt his hardness gradually dissipate. Cum trickled out of me around his deflating shaft into the crack of my backside.
The sound of his slurping withdrawal filled the alcove. I’d forgotten about the other two men. As Mr Smooth got off the bench there was movement in the darkness around me.
One of the other two men was at the foot of the bench. His hands gently gripped my waist and, helped by the other two, slid my body towards him. My arse passed through a pool of fluid until it rested on the edge of the bench. The man standing there held my thighs apart and lifted my legs to his waist. His intentions were clear. I wrapped my legs around him and crossed my ankles behind his back. Our bodies pressed together. The full length of his hard tool rested in my sopping swollen snatch. The man drew his cock downwards. The fat knob wedged itself inside my vagina. Oh yes, oh yes, here we go again. I pushed my ankles against his back in encouragement. The muscles tensed and he pushed forward. His cock slid inside me. Immediately the thickness of his tool was apparent. It wasn’t intrusive, just different to the previous cock. It stretched me slightly as it entered me. Apart from my enthusiastic encouragement he had no way of knowing how much I wanted him, no needed him, to fuck me.
His sac rested against the groove of my arse as he buried his hard tool completely inside me. He commenced a steady fuck, not forceful, not fast, just nice and stimulating. Yes, yes his tool pushing in and pulling out felt just oh so good. My cunt quickly adjusted to his rhythm, opening around his inward side, gripping his hard stiff meat tightly on its outward journey.
Vaguely I was aware of the two men on either side of me. They continued to squeeze my tits and nipples. I no longer sought to touch their cocks with my hands. I was too busy, too self absorbed with my penetrated pussy to worry about them.
On and on we went together, feeding off each other, steadily building towards our peak. His thrusts were firmer, faster. My legs around his rocking body allowed me to lift my lower body into him. The slap of his sac against my backside, the squish of hard cock thrusting into wet cunt filled my ears. While I wasn’t conscious of my own noise my vocal habits were no doubt in full flight. The situation in which I’d placed myself in the club; the maze, the three eager men around me, and the eroticism of my circumstances all made me feel so wonderful. The euphoria spread through my thighs, snatch, belly and breasts. The climax sobbed through me. Somewhere somehow during my body racking orgasm I had awareness of the unseen man between my thighs spurting his spunk deep inside me tunnel.
Certainly on my return to reality his lovely prick had lost its hardness. I was happy enough that he chose to rest inside me. My body needed recovery time too. I relaxed. There was silence in the darkness. Cum oozed out of my quim and saturated the crevice of my bottom.
I wondered what the three men had planned next, aware that one man was yet to seek his pleasure. My unseen lover eased his shrinking cock from my cunt. One of the men spoke quietly, telling us what he wanted. Two of the men helped me off the bench. I leant forward over the foot of the bench, resting my head on my folded arms, noting but ignoring the pool of fluid there. That pose increased the flow of cum from my pussy. It ran down my thighs. I made myself comfortable and spread my legs in eager expectation.
His hands grasped my waist and his glans travelled along my groove as he searched for, and then found, my opening. He pushed forward. His tool slithered into my tunnel.
I couldn’t avoid comparing this dick to the two previous ones. Not that I was critical. It’s just that the physical differences between the three men were readily apparent. This man’s cock was obviously not as thick as the other two. But it was longer, much longer. It slid into my vagina and kept right on going until finally his belly pressed against the cheeks of my backside. Mmmm yummy!
The man set his own pace, a pace I found I enjoyed, not too frantic, just right. I was able to respond to him easily. I rocked back to meet his inwards slide. Our bodies slapped together as they met. My breasts beneath me felt heavy as they swayed back and forth.
It was nice to know the other two men had remained with us, as I discovered when their hands moved over my body, fingers finding my nipples. And oh yes, yes, fingers of one hand reached down my belly between my legs and grasped my clitty. I was in heaven. My body was on fire. Oh yes, yes, yeees, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me fast I thought. Perhaps the words even came from my lips. I don’t know. Certainly the man behind me built his rhythm into body shaking hard firm thrusts. His cock travelled to recesses of my cunt not visited by his recent predecessors.
The spasms, when they soon arrived, were gut wrenching. My whole body shivered and shook as I rocked against the cock impaling my cunt. It all felt oh ooohh so good. Pleasure, pure pleasure permeated my being, from my brain to my toes. Finally I became aware that my partner must have cum during my orgasm. My cunt was awash with spunk, and it wasn’t, couldn’t possibly be, all mine.
We slowly broke apart. Our meeting was over. And I’d loved it. Each man thanked me for being such a great sport and showing them such a good time. And yes one of them was willing to show me the way out of the maze.
He led along the pitch black corridors. Next turn left leads straight to the exit he told me as he moved away in the darkness. I paused and wondered if the men were setting themselves up for their next ambush. On impulse I decided to remain in the maze. Not that I wanted to get with them again. No, my thoughts were more adventurous than that. I’d come here for fun so why not seek it out. Besides I still had that undefinable hidden ache between my legs. It hadn’t yet gone away. The fire still burned.
I missed my turn and took the next one. Slowly and quietly I edged forward. The corridor came to a dead end. Bugger! I turned and bumped into a man standing in the corner against the wall. His hands touched me and, with a bit more determination than I’d displayed earlier, mine touched him. His fingertips fluttered over my tits, my belly and of course my pudendum. I felt his face, chest, belly and cock, the latter hardening under my exploratory fingers. My touch in the darkness told me he was older, slim and not much taller than me. A change of plan entered my mind.
I took his hands in mine and placed them behind his back. He got the idea. I bent forward and touched my lips to one of his nipples. It immediately hardened. I kissed and ran my tongue over his other nipple. Slowly I kissed my way down his belly, passed his navel, into his pubic hair. His erection brushed my face. I ran my tongue over his swollen glans. It was already slick with precum. My saliva made it slicker. Teasingly I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft. My tongue ran felt the bumps of his engorged veins. The skin of his cock was hot, and the whole thing throbbed. I knelt in front of him and made my work easier on myself.
I’ve never believed I had much skill as a cock sucker. Large ones seem to gag me. But nevertheless it is something I enjoy, and not just physically either. Spunk spurting onto my tongue excites me. But the sense of power it gives me makes me come back for more.
The cock in my mouth was smaller than average in length and thickness. The man didn’t know it but his size helped rather than hindered me. I was able to gobble him completely, so that my lips around the base of his shaft kissed the fur of his belly. I sucked, nibbled and tongue swirled. Tangy precum continued to ooze onto my tongue. It seemed to take no time at all before I sensed the man was not far from cumming. The throbs along his shaft increased in frequency and intensity. He groaned over me.
The muscle along the underside of his shaft pumped against my lips. His first hot spurt splattered over my tongue and against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed. His tool shuddered and pumped. Gradually his load died away to a dribble. I squeezed his tube with my hand and milked out the last few drops, lapping them up with my tongue. His body shivered with my swirls over his now super sensitive knob. I felt satisfied with my work.
He helped me to my feet, kissed me on the cheek and offered me his profuse thanks. It was time for me to leave the maze.
I showered, dried myself and made my way to the lounge area. Club practice allowed me to replace my wet towel with a fresh one. I needed it to sit in the lounge. At least here the management did not expect members to wear a towel in the lounge area. Clubs that enforced that rule annoyed me, given the club’s purpose and activities. Here the members were naked. Good! At least one could quickly make a judgement on the physical attributes of the other members.
I put an iced tea on my tab and looked around. In spite of the dim lighting I saw a man sitting alone wave. There was a spare lounge chair opposite him. We introduced ourselves. He noted that he hadn’t seen me there before. Using the club as a common theme we chatted on, the background music not intruding on our conversation. Talking to him I was able to glean information about the facilities and activities I’d yet to experience. He offered to buy me another drink. I accepted and watched him as he moved to the service counter. There was no doubt in my mind he was subtly hitting up on me. My close scrutiny showed he had not a bad looking olive skinned body with copious black curly black hair. His flaccid cock was uncircumcised. It looked like it might be interesting when rampant. Hmm! But then I wondered what he’d make of our obvious age difference. I reckoned he was about ten years my junior.
We talked on and we certainly seemed to enjoy each other’s company. When we’d finished our second cold drink he asked me if I’d like to join him in the communal Rumpus Room. I’d used it before on my first visit with my husband.
My new found friend and I hung our towels the hooks outside the open doorway. There were plenty of towels already there. We took adjoining seats in the viewing area along one wall. There were three king sized mattresses side by side on the floor of the room. Each mattress was lit by a small spotlight. The lights left the seating area in comparative darkness, but allowed the voyeurs (and there were plenty of men and some women this night) an excellent view of activities.
The mattress opposite us was shared by five people, one of the two women being pleasured by two men at the one time. On the middle mattress a large woman, on her hands and knees, was being doggy fucked while she sucked off a man kneeling in front of her. The far mattress was vacant. Apart from being titillated by the performers I gained comfort from the fact that I was not the oldest woman present.
My friend whispered in my ear. Would I like to join him on the vacant mattress? The answer was easy. Yes! Would I be happy to have a sixty nine with him? Yes! Did I prefer on top or underneath? Hmm! Underneath thanks! His eyes betrayed his surprise, his smile showed his pleasure. He took my hand and led me across the room. I noticed, as we passed, many of the men openly appraised my assets. Their looks excited the exhibitionist in me.
By the time we stepped onto the mattress my friend’s cock had risen upwards to his belly. The drawn back foreskin revealed a red knob. I judged I could easily cope with his size. Good!
I lay on my back on one side of the mattress, aware that we might have to share the space. I spread my legs. No doubt the audience had a great view of my gaping gash. My friend straddled my body. I reached up and bent his hard tool towards my mouth. I ran my tongue over his knob. He slicked his tongue through my groove. My body shivered. After my short rest in the lounge I was ready for more fun. I ached for it.
The man above me had talent. He sucked and tongue stroked in just the right places. He was so good I found it difficult to do justice to his cock. I tried but failed. Instead I let him take me to the stars, deciding in my recovery I’d give him the attention he deserved. My plan worked, well sort of!
I convulsed and heaved under him in a powerful climax. By the time reality returned his tongue gouged my groove again. I sucked his dork for all I was worth. Another climax blew me away. Finally as he let me recover I gobbled him well enough to the point where he pumped his load down my throat.
His thank you for partnering him, as he kissed my cheek, surprised me. He offered to help me up but I had already decided to lie just where I was. I wanted to see if my spreadeagled body would generate any interest in the audience.
I glanced to either side. It surprised me that I now shared the mattress. In my involvement with my friend I hadn’t noticed people move in beside us. A slim tiny titted brunette, with long legs I immediately envied, was on her hands and knees adjacent to me. She avidly sucked the tool of a man kneeling in front of her while another man rammed her from behind. On the other side of me on the next mattress a heavy mature red head enthusiastically and noisily rode a man beneath her. My glances lasted only a few seconds. Someone had taken my bait.
Initially all I could see was a mass of thick black hair on the top of his head. His face was mashed in my muff. He slurped and sucked, swirled and stroked his tongue through my juicy slit. I enjoyed it. He almost got me there before he came up for air, his face glistening with juice and saliva. He knelt over me. His tool probed my hole. His prick penetrated my pussy. In, in, inwards he slid and lay on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my legs up around his waist. As he thrust I rocked. His hard meat completely filled me. Ah it felt absolutely wonderful. His powerful thrusts went deep. And I needed a fierce fast fuck to finish my night. Unknowingly this man met my needs perfectly.
The excitement in my body had never completely dissipated during the evening. It seemed it took only the slightest titillation to get me going again. The man fucking me was certainly doing much better than that. His slamming prick shook me as his belly and balls slapped against my body. I gave him back as good as he gave me. In no time at all, it seemed, the climax roared through me. I heaved and shook around his shaft. On and on the pleasure poured through me. It was stupendous.
Slowly my shuddering stopped. He’d cum too. His hot spunk bubbled and squelched in my cunt on his dying thrusts. I was covered in sweat. We lay together and cooled. He eased himself out of me. “Are you staying or going?” he politely asked. When I said I was going he helped me to my feet.
As I tottered from the room I saw there were still plenty of participants on the mattresses, and even more watching. I’d forgotten all about them. Strange! It had been my original intention to be a bit of an exhibitionist for the crowd. Never mind!
I showered, dressed and went home, tired sure, but very excited by my night out. Home alone I couldn’t sleep. Instead I thought about my experiences of the evening and planned the activities of my visit for the following day while I masturbated.
My c***dren were all going out for the night. They didn’t bother asking any details about my planned absence. Late in the afternoon I again meticulously prepared my body. My few assets required maximum advantage and exposure.
As soon as I’d checked into the club, undressed and shut my locker I headed straight for the maze. The anonymity available fascinated me. Apart from the bench I’d heard of other simple props situated in areas I hadn’t yet explored. As I entered the dark corridor I kept my wits about me to ensure I didn’t cover the same territory as the previous day. Sure enough I avoided the bench and the dead end alcove. I’d also learned to reach out and touch both walls of the passage as I slowly moved along; my new approach had two benefits; I didn’t miss any offshoots from my corridor way or any people hidden in the darkness.
Onwards I edged forward, excited by my circumstances, not knowing who or what I might encounter. My hands bumped into two bodies at the same time. Simultaneously both reached out for me as I boldly stepped forward, intent to explore them further too.
My hands found two men, taller than me of course, one with small paunch, and both with body hair though one more abundant than the other. Neither was aroused. Their cocks were lovely and soft, their balls hanging in heavy smooth sacs. Life flowed into their penises as my hands fondled them.
Their hands travelled over my body, from my breasts where my nipples hardened under their exploring fingertips, to my belly, backside and vulva. Yes, they excited me. The fact that I couldn’t see them added to the eroticism.
“Let’s move forward down the corridor,” one suggested. We moved ahead together. “There’s a mattress on the floor in front of you. Feel for it with your foot so you don’t trip over it,” he advised me. He was right. As one we moved onto the mattress. “Let’s lay you down and give you some loving,” my carer requested. It was easy to comply. Another fantasy of mine was about to be fulfilled, so I hoped.
I spread myself out comfortably, mindful that I wanted, no needed them, to have unrestricted access to my body. They knelt on either side. Their hands, fingers and mouths wandered everywhere, over my skin and into my secret places. There was no way they could know how their touch turned me on. I cannot remember vocalising my feelings, but if I did there would be no doubt in their minds that I was enjoying this encounter.
One man moved and knelt between my splayed legs. His mouth on my pussy was simply superb. His mate sucked my nipples and kissed my breasts. Their dual attention blew me away. I began to get excited. They swapped places and the agony of my pleasure rekindled all over again. Even I was surprised when the orgasm ripped through my being. Oh, Oooohh, it felt so good.
When I returned to reality both were still there, teasingly touching me. The man between my thighs moved forward. He soaked his knob just inside my tunnel. His mate continued to caress my nipples with his fingertips. The cock entered me properly, fully and completely. He held himself over me so that we were joined by our genitals alone.
Movement on the mattress behind my head distracted me. There was a third person present. Another ambush? Yes, it was. The person behind me touched my face, my forehead, eyes, cheeks and lips with his cock. It momentarily distracted me from the prick piercing my pulsing pussy. Given I could feel the balls of the man behind me touching my head I quickly ascertained his cock was long, very long. As it passed over my lips I let it trail across my tongue.
Desperately I concentrated my attention on the man between my legs. He and his mate had certainly already aroused me with their touch. I wanted to get off again, soon, now. I didn’t need this third tool to put me off my stroke, even though many anonymous men, many cocks, was part of the purpose of my visit to the club.
I lifted my lower body up to the hard tool spearing my gash, my clutching and releasing rhythm matching his steady firm thrusts. My first fuck for the night was going well. I was enjoying it immensely. The fires were well and truly burning throughout my body. But the flames inside my cunt burnt brightest. The orgasm crashed through my belly and seared my pussy. My brain was totally absorbed by the sensations sobbing through my cunt and clitoris.
Slowly, gradually I returned to the reality of the mattress, the man between my thighs, his cock still pressed inside me, cum flooding my cunt, the darkness, and the bodies around me.
The men moved me onto my hands and knees. Someone knelt behind me; I presumed one of the two men I’d encountered in the corridor. But who knew? Who cared? What did it matter anyway? It didn’t. His knob slid along my dripping open slit and easily entered my hole. His hands grasped my waist. He thrust forward and his hard cock effortlessly bored and burrowed into my hot wet box. I rocked my body back to meet him.
Hands in front of me touched my head, lifted my face upwards. An exploring knob caressed my lips. Obviously the man who’d knelt behind me during my first fuck was still there. While not necessarily keen on this distraction my body took over from my brain. My mouth involuntarily opened. The knob slid past my lips and into my mouth. It was only then that I got a true appreciation of its size. An immense smooth skinned helmet, with a prominent flange, filled my mouth. The shaft behind it was hugely thick. I reached up with one hand to touch it. Not only was it thick but it was also an incredibly long heavily veined muscle of meat. There was no way I could comfortably fit this specimen in my throat. Given my limited oral skills it would undoubtedly choke me. Fortunately its owner seemed content to let me decide how far he could go. He let it rest inside my mouth. I sucked his glans, and ran my tongue over its hugeness, while I desperately tried to focus on the lovely cock banging away at my cunt. My efforts were in vain. The man behind me shot his load. I was no where near cumming again. The squelch of his cock withdrawing from my sopping maw reached my ears. Oh well, I thought, it was all just part of the experience. Don’t get me wrong I was still happy with the events of the night. I guess I wrongly supposed I was going to get my rocks off every time I partnered up with someone. Copious streams of cum dribbling out of my snatch down my thighs and the man in front of me pulling his huge knob out of my mouth quickly distracted me from any minor negative thoughts.
The man encouraged me to move onto my back. I spread my legs apart, bent them at the knees and rested my feet flat on the mattress on either side of my backside. His massive knob caressed my gaping dripping slit as he searched for my hot waiting hole. His glans entered me. He rocked forward and slid just inside my vagina. Of its own volition my cunt seemed to stretch around the thickness of this intrusion. Again and again he rocked forward, gently enough thank goodness, and more and more of his massive meat muscle slid further and further into my cunt. Not only was he unusually thick but also, in my reasonable experience of life, extraordinarily long. Nevertheless he managed to get his entire tool inside my stretching but accommodating orifice.
He rested his body on top of mine. His small physique, given the massive size of his tool, surprised me. He was obviously as short as me, and quite slim. He slowly but surely found his rhythm, drawing his thick long cock out of my cunt until just his huge knob remained inside me, sliding back into my depths where his knob and shaft caressed my hot spot. The thick muscled base of his prick stretched my gash open. His inwards slides drew my swollen clitoris onto his shaft, the veins bumping erotically across my bud. I felt filled. It was extremely stimulating.
I threw myself into the fuck with a lascivious passion. I humped and rocked under him, unclutched my cunt as he slid inwards, gripped his cock fiercely as he pulled outwards. He responded just as I hoped he would. Our fuck became harder and faster. He bent his head downwards and sucked my nipples. They quickly elongated. I couldn’t help myself. My body roared into a gut clenching thigh shivering pussy grabbing orgasm. On and on and on it rocked through my being. It was simply fantastic, my best yet at the club. And when I finally recovered his lovely fat long prick still thrust into me in regular rhythm. I renewed my efforts under him. Again he fucked me fiercely; harder, faster; faster and harder. He pounded my pussy with his penetrating prick I lifted my legs around his arse and grasped his body to mine. Our fuck was now frenzied. His cock swelled inside me. Just as his jism jetted into my cunt the next orgasm quaked through my body. We humped each other to a stand still. His hot cum flooded me. My gash gushed around him. I felt fantastic, and fulfilled.
We lay together for some time. Perspiration ran off both off us. The crack of my backside was awash with his cum and my juice. Eventually he eased his slackening stork out of my quim. He kissed me on the face and thanked me for a fabulous fuck. Kindly he helped me up from the mattress.
I tottered from the maze in desperate need of a shower, followed by a long rest over a cold drink in the lounge area. As I left the shower area I noticed my fat swollen lips protruded from my pussy and my clit stuck out like a miniature penis. Never mind, I thought, people would just have to put up with it if that’s where they wanted to look.
Cold drink and fresh towel in hand I looked for a vacant chair. Two gentlemen readily accepted my request to join them. I spread my towel on the lounge chair and sat down. We introduced ourselves. Bob was older than Don. I guessed one was about forty, the other in his mid thirties. Bob had thinning hair on his head, though his chest and small belly was covered in black curls. His average sized cock was uncircumcised and lay flaccid on two large balls in a loose sac. Blond Don had a nice trim physique with little body hair. His cut cock too was of average size. As I looked them over I noticed they were not shy in checking me out. I was that relaxed I didn’t even consider what they might be thinking about my obviously excited snatch. What did it matter anyway?
Our conversation generally centred on the club and its activities. Again through talking and listening to them I learned more about the facilities. It seemed there were a few things yet I had to experience. No, I hadn’t seen the small massage room off the wet area, nor one of the alcoves in the maze. But yes, there were other things I had tried out so I was going okay, we decided, for a relatively new member.
I left them while I put a second drink on my tab. My brief absence gave the two men a chance to talk. It did not take them long to proposition me on my return. Yes, a massage by the two of them did sound nice. Don went off to check the availability of the room. It was free. So I finished my drink and put myself in their care. We hung our towels on hooks in the wet area as we passed.
The white tiled room was not very large. Most of the floor area was taken up by a vinyl covered mattress. There were non slip mats around the mattress. There needed to be. Everything seemed to be sheened in oil.
Bob and Don laid me face down in the middle of the mattress, with a vinyl cushion under my head and another under my lower belly. I rested my head to one side on my hands. My breasts in this pose could not be contained under my body; they mounded outwards on either side of me. I spread my legs apart, relaxed and prepared myself to enjoy the attention of the two men.
One of them liberally splashed copious quantities of light clear oil all over my body. It sluiced long my back, through the crack of my backside, ran into the crevasse of my crutch and down my thighs and legs. Don and Bob knelt on either side of me. The touch of four hands on my skin was initially relaxing, a gentle back rub. As their hands found my boobs and backside their touch became more erotic, even more so as they worked their way down my thighs and legs. I began to want them to touch my pussy. The two men made me wait. It seemed my legs and feet and toes needed attention first. I was happy with that, though the fact of them ignoring my pussy did tease me.
Finally Bob knelt between my thighs and ran his fingers over and around and through my snatch. I know it was Bob because out of the corner of my eye I could see Don kneeling beside me again. He slid one hand beneath me, in the gap made by the cushion between my lower body and the mattress. His oily fingers found my erect clitoris. Bob’s fingers explored my entire slit, from one end to the other. Between the two men I found myself being turned on. They knew which buttons to press.
Don continued to caress my hard long clit while Bob began to open up my cunt with his fingers. It felt like he’d bunched them together and was corkscrewing his hand into my oily gaping gash. Don’s other hand caressed my backside. He softly but purposely slid a finger inside my anus.
The two of them worked me over. My body responded of its own volition. I had no control over it. The combined touch of their fingers and hands brought me off. I quaked and heaved on the mattress.
They rolled me over onto my back, again with two pillows under me. They knelt on either side of me and slowly massaged my breasts. My nipples almost ached in their hardness. They eventually worked their way down my belly, missed my pussy (bugger!), and continued on down my thighs to my legs, feet and toes. At least now I could watch them. Both of them were obviously excited by their work. Their erections looked yummy. As they massaged my feet I thought now that I might be about to be fucked by them. I was wrong. They had other ideas.
Don knelt between my thighs while Bob knelt beside me. He began to stroke my excited clitty with one hand and a nipple with the other while Don explored my cunt with his fingers. It was simply wonderful, and very stimulating. I quickly crashed through the pleasure barrier. My rest and recovery was brief. They had plans for me and moved me briefly from the mattress so that Bob could take my place. It was easy to comply with their short explanation of their requirements. After all we would all benefit from my compliance. And besides, their idea added to my sense of adventure in the club.
I straddled Bob facing his feet. Slowly but surely I lowered myself onto his waiting erection that he held upright with one hand. It entered me easily and completely. We manoeuvred ourselves carefully as I lay back on his chest, my legs spreadeagled around his bent between mine. He grasps my breasts with his hands and experimentally rocked his cock in and out of my cunt. Given the liberal amount of oil already covering us, combined with the natural juiciness of my twat from my orgasms not long before, he easily speared my snatch with his prick. Don knelt between Bob’s legs and lent forward over me. He probed the gap between my gash and Bob’s cock with his tool. Slowly and carefully, stretching me open in spite of his care, he forced his shaft inside me. My muscles capitulated to his intrusion. His prick penetrated. Inwards, inwards he slowly but surely slithered until I had the two cocks buried inside my snatch.
The two men experimented in their combined fuck. We all decided it felt best if they both went in and out together. Don of course achieved the deepest penetration, not because he was any bigger than Bob. His position above me simply gave him opportunity for the longest drive. The end result certainly felt good to me. Bob’s hands on my tits helped, but watching Don above me fascinated me too. The sensations in my breasts, belly and pussy were superb. The two hard cocks felt beautiful.
As Don and Bob got used to their positions they were able to gradually increase the speed and intensity of their combined fuck. They passed the point of real control. I simply laid there and enjoyed them. My physical position hampered me from doing little else, though my cunt clutched and grasped their cocks of its own accord. But then the two hard pricks sliding in and out of my pussy began to generate those familiar sensations of pleasure throughout my body. The pleasure climbed, soared then seared my total being. I quivered and quaked between them. On and on the climax roared through me, from my toes to my tits. Just after I peaked I quickly became aware of Don and Bob’s changed tempo. I could feel their tension between my legs. Beneath me Don erupted, seconds later followed by Bob. They groaned, sobbed and thrust deeply as they spilled their spunk into my snatch.
We lay together in a sweat, oil and cum drenched tangle of bodies. Both flaccid dicks slipped from my gash. Spunk gushed from of my hole. It was some time before we stirred. They assured me they’d tidy and wipe down the room while I went for a shower. We shared a parting kiss and hug.
The hot shower was welcome. I certainly needed a good clean and decided a rest in the communal spa would help too. As you can imagine, though my libido remained active enough, my body felt a bit buggered. In the spa I managed to deflect, with humour and good manners of course, any interest in initiating fresh activities. I needed a long cold drink and relax in the lounge area more. But an hour or so later I certainly had recovered and made my way to the Rumpus Room. It would have been churlish for me as a woman not to go there and give myself some opportunity to repay the favours already shown to me by so many men. Anyway going there was not a burden. From the previous night I knew it was a delight that I eagerly anticipated. The communal experience was a turn on.
I acquired a seat in the semi darkness and voyeuristically watched the men and women fucking in a variety of positions with various numbers in each group. Sex permeated the room. The sights, sounds and smells excited me and turned me on. My viewing pleasure was interrupted by a man sitting beside me and saying hello. Initially I replied with a simple smiling g’day. But then I looked at him more carefully. I guessed he was around my age but that wasn’t what captured my attention and interest. He was slim, small and wiry; but at the same time he was extremely well built where it counted. A long thick slack cock hung down beyond the seat cushion. Immediately I suspected I’d met him before, in fact earlier in the evening in the maze. While I couldn’t prove this assumption I nevertheless believed such was the case. I felt my flaring pussy wetten. When he asked me to join him in a vacant space on the middle mattress my pussy dribbled in excited anticipation.
We stood face to face and felt each other up. He was certainly much shorter than myself which, given my lack of height, was unusual. His hands wandered over my tits. My nipples hardened. I caressed his slong and sac with my hands, and was rewarded by his cock gradually rising up past his navel, massively thick, impressively long and extremely hard. Droplets of clear sticky fluid dripped from the large slit in his knob. My companion lowered me to the floor, onto my back. He indicated he wanted to use his mouth on my gash. It gaped open, lips fatly flared, clitoris erect, slit dripping. My spreadeagled legs gave him easy access to his target. His tongue felt superb as he ploughed it in deep, past my fat folds of flesh into the open hole of my orifice. He poked his tongue inside me. Involuntarily I shivered. As he sucked my bud my lower body lifted from the mattress up to his face. On and on and on he worked his mouth and tongue over my gash until he got me there, heaving and quaking on the mattress.
As I peaked he moved and lent over me. His huge knob pushed past my labia and into my vagina. It opened easily around his unrelenting exploration. As more and more of his thick shaft slithered into my tunnel my cunt muscles seemed to draw him inwards. Soon all of his mighty cock was inside me. I felt totally filled. As he established the early rhythm of his fuck he lay forward on my body and commenced sucking and teething my tits. I loved it. I fucked him as enthusiastically as he fucked me. Our rhythm achieved synchronisation. The intensity of our fuck grew. Harder and faster, faster and deeper he plunged his pulsating prick into my cunt. Given his diminutive size I rocked my body upwards each time he slid inwards, my cunt open to accept his penetration, grasping firmly around his massive circumference each time he pulled outwards. Gradually the stress and tension built in our bodies. Oh, ooooh, ah, aaaah, aaaarrrghhh, it felt so good. I enveloped him in the writhing cocoon of my arms, legs, snatch and breasts as I shot to the stars. I was just barely conscious of his tool swelling and erupting deep inside me, jetting hot spurts of spunk as I climaxed and gushed around his lovely cock.
We lay together in a hot dripping embrace for a long long time. His tool slowly shrunk. Spunk and juice ran out of my cunt into the crevice of my backside. He helped me to my feet. Only then did I have any consciousness of our shared audience. I showered, drove home, collapsed gratefully into bed and slept late.
By the time I got up I was able to spend some time over a mid morning breakfast with my c***dren before they went out. None of them thought to ask me what I’d been doing. By the time I was home alone I was happy to prepare myself for my next club visit. I’d decided to arrive there a bit earlier for a change, in the mid afternoon. It seemed to me that would give me more time to follow my fantasies to fulfilment. Besides I was now a little more confident in myself and in the acceptance of my physical attributes by the members I’d met. They’d been nice to me. I’d enjoyed myself beyond my widest dreams. I wanted more. I needed more.
The number of cars in the club car park that afternoon led me to believe the facility was well patronised. By now I knew my way through the entry preliminaries. It didn’t take me long to get inside, strip, locker my clothes, and find my way to the maze entrance. I was set to go and looked forward to whatever opportunities might come my way. The towels on the hooks outside indicated I’d have plenty of company.
My conversations of the previous day gave me my objective. In spite of the total darkness I followed the directions exactly to unerringly find the alcove I sought. I could hear plenty of activity going on in the darkness around me. Yes, it sounded most interesting indeed and I wanted to be part of it. As I approached the alcove I became aware that it was occupied and in use. The wet squish of cock thrusting cunt, the groans of pleasure and the scent of sex in the air excited me. I slowed and crept forward. But I wasn’t slow enough to stop myself bumping into a man with a jabbing erection. His hands explored me in the darkness. Other hands found me too. I reciprocated. There were indeed plenty of men. We continued to touch each other while my attention was mainly focussed on the unseen activities in front of me. Obviously a woman was in the throes of pleasure, but her sounds were partially muffled. Given it was likely she was being put to full use on the simple equipment I’d been told about there was little doubt she had a cock in her mouth. The one in her cunt made that special noise with which I was well familiar. It was exciting to stand so close in the darkness, not see them, but hear them while my companions hands wandered over my body, and mine over theirs. The threesome in front of us climaxed loudly and energetically. It was music to my ears.
Two of my many male companions stepped forward. The action in the darkness commenced all over again. A man behind me lent against the alcove wall. He drew me back against him. His hands reached around the front of my body and massaged my tits. His hard tool nestled in the crack of my backside. Two men in front of me joined him in touching me up, their hands and fingers sliding between my legs through my weeping slit, erections brushing my body. All the while the sounds of the threesome so close by filled the alcove. It seemed their obviously approaching climaxes captured the attention of my little group. Our collective manipulations died away. The slap of sac against arse, the wet slide of cock in cunt and the suck of mouth on cock, all supported by various grunts and groans, were exciting enough to momentarily distract us from each other. The combined climax grew louder then died away to sighing exhaustion. A female voice advised she’d had enough. Disentangling bodies could be heard, followed by people passing by. My group of men eased me forward to take their place.
In the blackness I reached out with my hands and found a low short padded bench. With assistance from my entourage I got myself face down on it and experimented with the position of my body until I was comfortable. Briefly I wondered how taller women would fare on this low short bench. They’d certainly have plenty of body overhanging either end. Maybe that was the idea. Even my short legs were slightly bent as me feet rested on the carpet. The bench reached from the top of my chest to my lower belly. My backside well and truly hung over one end, as did my head at the opposite end. The bench was wide enough to easily accommodate the width of my body, so wide though that my legs on either side of the cushioned surface certainly opened up my pudendum to any intrusion. I quickly surmised that the men would have to kneel to service my needs. Now that was a nice thought.
I heard someone in front of me. A wet swollen knob touched my face and found my lips. In encouragement I ran my tongue over the smooth skin and tasted precum. Yum, yum! The knob pressed forward into my open mouth. It was a nice size for my limited ability. I lapped and sucked. At the same time I immediately became aware of fingers feeling my gaping gash, exploring my fat flesh flaps, probing my open orifice and caressing my distended clitoris. The exploring hand moved away and was quickly replaced by a lovely hard cock. It slid through the crevasse of my slit and found the entrance to my tunnel. Two hands grasped my waist. The pulsating prick pleasantly penetrated my pussy. I used my feet to lift my lower body from the bench and rock back at the cock. Meanwhile two hands held my head as the tool in my mouth slid in and out of my gullet without causing me to gag. This gave me some sense of achievement. My fantasies for the night were certainly achieving a heady reality.
Of course in spite of my efforts to the contrary the cock in my mouth was the recipient of most of my attention. While I seemed to be only able to achieve partial awareness of the prick in my pussy I had almost complete but unintended focus on the tool sliding in and out of my throat. The veins circumventing the shaft thickened against my lips and the glans had swollen full, the smooth skin taut. The heavy protruding muscle along the underside pulsed in my mouth. The sticky gelatinous spunk squirted against over my tongue and into my throat. I swallowed his load, and kept swallowing in unison with each spurt. My clamping lips milked the tool dry, my tongue lapping and my mouth sucking the last dwindling droplets.
My attention was quickly caught by the firm fast thrusts of the prick in my pussy. I had thought I’d get there. My unseen partner couldn’t wait for me. His cock erupted deep inside my cunt. Each time he pulled outwards part of his load dribbled down my slit and over my thighs. By now my club experiences caused me to unconcerned that I’d missed this opportunity. If the last few days were anything to go by someone would soon take his place. I wasn’t wrong. There were two cocks waiting for me, one at either end of my body.
The three of us fucked each other with enthusiasm. Again I was pleased with my efforts at sucking cock. I could get good at this, I thought, with more practice. While I was focussed on the tool in my mouth the prick in my pussy was very pleasurable. It slowly but surely caused those special sensations to soar through my body. My climax was probably as noisy as it always is. The cock in my mouth spurted while I was in the throes of orgasm. That caught me by surprise but I think I managed to handle the unexpected load of jism with aplomb and provided satisfaction to these two men. A copious stream of cum dribbled out of my cunt.
I decided I’d had enough of the bench. It was time for a change. I lifted myself off and moved out of the alcove, my next objective clearly in mind. As I carefully walked through the darkness of the maze I was conscious of the state of my body. My upper thighs were wet with spunk. My pussy gaped open, my flaps swollen, my clitty distended, my gash nasty with cum and juice.
As I approached the alcove containing the mattress I slowed my cautious pace. The sounds ahead of me indicated the mattress was being put to good use. I entered the alcove and paused to enjoy the moans and groans, the wet squelch of cunt around thrusting cock and the slap of bare bodies smacking together. The hidden secretiveness of the darkness excited the voyeur in me. But it was not long before my presence was inevitably discovered.
A man bumped into me and immediately his muscular body pressed me back against the wall. His lips caressed the nape of my neck and moved down over my breasts, and his tongue flicked my nipples. My nerve endings quivered as his fingertips slipped between my legs into the crevice of my wet willing wanton pussy. He stood upright, the front of his body against mine. I felt his erection on the bare skin of my belly. His hands gripped my backside and he lifted me upwards. I felt powerless. My body was pinned by his against the wall. He bent his legs and his erection slid through the cleft of my gash. I wrapped my legs around his body and crossed my ankles above the cheeks of his backside. His cock pressed into my welcoming squishy crevasse and easily penetrated my hot hole. Involuntarily I groaned against his neck as his hard cock filled me. Oooohh, ooooh, aaaah, ooohh yes! It felt ooooh soooo goood! My brain had no control over my body, not that I wanted or needed any control at all. It was just so easy to let myself go with this man. The encounter was so unplanned and unexpected it unusually excited me. My body was the firecracker and he had lit my fuse. Using his hands on my arse to hold me he bent his legs to withdraw and straightened them again to drive his cock into my cunt.
No doubt it was my noise that attracted others to our activity. I became aware of people beside us as exploratory hands touched me from either side; not that there was much spare flesh available to them; they were there, and I was vaguely conscious of them. Though one hand reached under one of my grasped arse cheeks and crept from behind into my pulsing pussy. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant. In fact it added to my growing excitement.
The orgasm came hard, came fast. It shook my body. It seared throughout my nerve endings, starting somewhere deep in my cunt and soaring up my belly to the tips of my tits crushed against the chest of the gorgeous unseen man fucking me. My body roared and rocked around the thrusting cock. His tool thrusts became long, deep and deliberate. He groaned loudly as his prick erupted and spasmed inside me. I held onto him tightly and enjoyed his heavy spurting shuddering climax. He leaned his body against mine as his spurts ebbed. Wow, wow I thought, what a fabulous fuck. He gently eased his grip from my backside and I lowered my legs to the floor. His murmured thanks and kiss on the cheek were a nice gesture. He moved away and I became aware of the quietness around me.
I shuffled forward and felt for the mattress. It was vacant. I lay on my back in the middle, bent my legs at the knees with feet flat on either side of my bottom and awaited the arrival of any interested partner. Momentarily I was alone and aware of the heat of my body. My hard nipples ached and my flared snatch dripped. But still I needed and wanted more. And I was in the right place to get more. My reverie lasted seconds. There were sounds of movement in the alcove around me. The mattress moved both beside me and below me.
Fingers moved over one tit. A mouth followed and fastened on my nipple. Between my splayed thighs a tongue probed then ploughed a passage along my sopping furrow. The tongue spooned and sucked spunk from my gash. Hairs of a moustache grazed and tickled my labia. The unseen unknown spunk swallower was good at his job and enjoyed his work. The mouth and tongue lapped and sucked my cunt clean. Then the mouth found and fastened on my erect clit. My nerves jangled. But I hoped for more. I reached for him with my hands and encouraged him to move upwards. My encouragement worked. He knelt over me and his prick probed my pussy. His knob entered my hole. I reached my hands over my thighs and clasped his backside, pulling him into me. My efforts were rewarded as his cock slid into my slit, buried to the hilt in one easy slide inside my capacious cunt. His first tentative prods soon became the fantastic rhythm of a furious fuck. Using my feet I lifted my lower body to meet his firm fast thrusts.
The fact that I couldn’t see the men I fucked in the total darkness of the maze certainly added to the personal excitement I experienced in the complete fulfilment of my fantasies. There was something so erotic about this situation, multiple encounters with many men, a socially forbidden activity at the best of times available to me here in the maze; without pressure, as long as I was willing. And was I ever willing! I suspected without my preparation for my nights at the club I’d have been turned on anyway.
Consequently I fucked my current partner with boundless enthusiasm and gusto. No doubt my involuntary response to my various situations, my body gyrations, my orgasmic noise, my willingness to take on multiple partners often simultaneously, all contributed to my popularity. This, of course, benefited me considerably! And so the wheel turned.
I lifted my lower body to facilitate the inwards driving cock of the man between my thighs. My cunt muscles grasped tightly around his hard shaft each time he drew his prick out of my pussy. And I soared so easily to the stars. The orgasm that roared through my body was grippingly powerful. The man just managed to hold off until I peaked. Then I experienced the satisfying sensation of feeling his dam burst, his prick throbbing inside my cunt, sending his spurting spunk into my vagina. I held his arse cheeks in my hands until I heard him sigh and felt his body relax. Finally his cock lost its hardness and slipped out of my hole, followed by a stream of cum. Ah, aaaah, yes, I’d done it again. I felt just great. But still wanted more, needed more from this visit. But I decided my cunt could wait while I showered and got myself a much needed drink.
When I saw the clock in the lounge I was surprised that time was on my side. Good, as I had no desire to hurry. I was fortunate enough to sit with a very nice man. While he was interesting to talk to, his build interested me more. A nice long tool rested on the lounge seat between his legs, the partially drawn back foreskin revealing the tip of a ripe pink knob. As I finished my cold drink it was easy to accept his offer of a shared spa.
As we climbed down the ladder into the bubbling water I saw two couples in heated embraces and three lone men watching their activities. Hopefully my new found friend and I would give the loners something else to watch.
We sat side by side on the seat that ran the circumference of the large spa, roughly opposite the two couples and between two of the three loners. Our adjacent thighs pressed against each other. His hand moved between my legs. My legs take on a male pose, well spread. His fingers slipped over my muff. It still gaped from my earlier encounters. I reached my hand across between his thighs and found his cock, already half hard. My touch soon had it fully erect. He spoke to me. How would you like to do this, he considerately asked. I stood, turned and faced the outside of the spa, bent forward and rested my head on my folded hands and parted my legs wide. My friend stood behind me, held my waist with his hands, and his big hard knob slid through my slit. He found my hole. It still gaped open. His prick slithered inside. I rocked my arse back at it. He slid all the way inside. We’d just found some sort of rhythm in the warm bubbling water when we were interrupted by one of the loners. He wanted to participate too. Was that okay? At least he asked. I nodded and presumed my friend did too given the man began to touch me. He knelt on the seat and one caressed my breasts. Actually it felt quite good and complimented the prick pistoning in and out of my cunt.
We had a nice slow fuck that gradually built in intensity until I had the satisfaction of a lovely rocking climax that made my knees go wobbly. As my friend’s spent cock left me and I turned to sit down I saw we had a few interested spectators. Their smiles indicated their viewing pleasure. Somehow that made me feel good, knowing my pleasure obviously gave others pleasure too. I sat for a few minutes in recovery and rejected two polite requests for more fun. Not that there was anything wrong with these guys. The unknown problem for them was my own personal agenda. I dried myself and left my towel o