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Sex Club III
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Sex Club III Hi, folks. sorry it took so long to finish this... As Kris led me into the empty room, I followed her onto the freshly made bed. She pulled me down across the covers, sucking my lower lip into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around my waist. (It's only recently that it occurred to me that Kris looked like Natalie Maines from the Dixie Chicks, except for her nose, which was sharper, and her eyes were bright green.) We kissed deeply as she began pulling off my clothes-I tried to remember if the door was locked but promptly forgot when Kris stripped down to a red lace bra&panty set. As my mouth and hands roamed all over her soft, snowy white skin, her breasts heaved in rhythm to her rapid breathing. After ten or fifteen minutes of memorizing her body with my tongue-during which her bra and panties came undone-I slid down between her legs and thrust my face into her shaved pussy. I have to say that I've eaten out a number of women who have various styles in grooming their pussies, and I've come to the conclusion that my personal preference is shaved. Kris had obviously meticulously removed every hair, Brazilian style, so that I could lick and suck her from clit to bung. I finally engulfed her whole sex in my mouth and took her to Alphabet City-tracing letters slowly all over her clit with my tongue. Usually byt he time I get to "O" sp does she! This time was no exception, and as she violently shuddered in orgasm, she gently pushed me away to let her now hypersensitive clit recover. As I now had a raging hard-on, my sweet lover drew a deep breath, smiled sweetly at me, then pitched forward and deep-throated me in one fell swoop. I have to say that, while I enjoy getting head, I've never actually come from a blow job, though Kris seemed intent on ending my dry streak. She had applied the sluttiest red lipstick earlier that evening for just this occasion, and she consumed me hungrily, her pretty eyes shut, the stray wisps of her pale blonde hair matting her forehead. My cock began to swell-I'm what Margaret Cho called a "grower, not a show-er"-meaning that I'm pretty small flaccid but when stimulated a seven-incher pops up like Bruce Banner becoming the Hulk. Most of my lovers have always been initially surprised at this, but not Kris. She licked me from the bottom of my balls, sucking a testicle into her mouth before gliding back up to the head and deep-throating me once more. I was actually getting revved up from her expert technique, and as I saw the ropy veins begin to pop along my shaft before disappearing into her mouth, I contemplated that this might break the streak. Alas, we'll never know, because as I attained maximum density, Kris decided that she wanted to ride me. Switching her position, she balanced herself against the pillow cases and eased herself onto my cock. i have to say that watching her naked, pink lips engulf my needy tool caused me to catch my breath. Angling herself for maximum depth, she reached forward to grip my forearms and we began to slowly grind away at each other. (I want to pause here to comment on something-when I said that Kris looked like Natalie Maines, I wasn't kidding. She had full breasts, wide hips and a full bottom and I enjoyed all of them completely. Ladies, despite what fashion magazines display, an anorexic waif is not what men want! My lovers have come in all shapes and sizes (and colors) and the hottest thing a woman can develop is her confidence.) Getting back to our story-Kris rode me for a good long time, shifting back and forth, corkscrewing her hips, and pulling away just to the tip of my head before plunging back down. Her cunt was incredibly warm and wet, and I could feel the heat between us flushing our pink skin red. As we fucked, my hands explored her, stroking her ass and caressing her sacrum as she bore down on me, then running her hands up to her gorgeous boobs and alternately sucking her nipples. Kris and I had been lovers long enough for me to recognize when she was going to have multiple orgasms and this night, all the signs were there. When I wet my thumb and flicked it across her clit, I pressed the meltdown button. Frigging her steadily, I watched as she began to quiver and gasp, the sex flush turning her cleavage and her cheeks the color of chardonnay. With a huge, unintelligible cry she let loose, and I watched with satisfaction as she trembled and spasmed on top of me. I knew that Kris was a "squirter" and tonight she reminded me of that fact once again. As her climax subsided, she rolled off me, crumpling into the sheets. I still hadn't gotten off, and as I reached for her legs, she smiled and parted them, grabbing her ankles to give me a good look at her soaking wet cunt. I slipped a pillow under her strong hips, pausing to enjoy the dreamy look of contentment on Kris' face before she took hold of my needy cock and guided it back into her box. I wish that I could say that I rode her for an hour and banged her unconscious, but the fact was being at the club had overstimulated me. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up for most of the night in anticipation and now that I was balls-deep in Kris' gorgeous snatch I could feel a huge wave of lust detonating from the bottom of my nutsac. Kris smiled impishly below me and told me to cut loose. Closing her eyes, she arched her back and wiggled her hips, coaxing the cum up from my nuts. When she started to talk dirty ("Come in me, baby-fuck my cunt and shoot your load in it!"), that was it. As cliche as it sounds, I unloaded like Niagara Falls. Jet after jet of hot jizz erupted into her snatch (it's a good thing she was on the Pill) and I began to shudder from the intensity of my orgasm. Have you ever come so hard that you forgot where you were and who you were with? It's actually been scientifically documented that this can happen to a man post-orgasm. I felt like I had been mummified in Saran wrap all day and finally someone came along and tore it off! The sweat beading all over me initiated my cooldown and I sank gratefully into Kris' white arms. Kissing her softly, I felt myself begn to drift... That's when I heard the applause. I jolted upright, my limp cock still embedd in Kris' pussy, and felt a lump in the back of my throat. I had been so intent on fucking Kris in this back room that I hadn't noticed the windows built at eye level into the walls. Surrounding us were crowds of people in various states of mood and attire, all whooping and clapping at our performance. Since I'm more voyeur than exhibitionist, generally speaking, I was a little freaked out that other people were getting off watching Kris and I fuck, then started laughing at the irony of such a concept. I WAS at a sex club, after all. Below me, Kris pulled me down to kiss me but couldn't stop laughing at the look on my face. She askled me if I was angry with her, and I assured her that I wasn't-just bemused and surprised. I had never thought of myself as a sex object in that way, but I came to appreciate the cheers. By the end of the night, I discovered that Kris and I were in the running for some sort of contest involving Best Orgasm. We came in second-the buck-toothed farmboy and his bruntte girlfriend beat us out. Kris led me to the Jacuzzi to wind down and asked me how I had enjoyed the club facilities. I told her it was a real eye-opener, but I couldn't see myself doing this every weekend. So here's my question to any swingers reading this: How often do you swing, and with who? One of the things that I noticed about this sex club were that the average swinger was, well-average. Apart from a few genuinely beautiful patrons, most of the partygoers had their share of physical flaws but the refreshing aspect was that noone seemed to mind. How do swingers determine who they want to bed, and has anyone had any surprises regarding bedmates, positive or negative? I'd be interesting in finding out. Hope you all enjoyed my tale. KILL YOUR TELEVISION!!!  |
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