Secret Swingers Club

Years ago, I worked in a call centre for a scummy bank in Melbourne, where casual hookups between colleagues on a booze-fuelled Friday evening was common. I had an exciting experience with an NZ girl on one such occasion who’s most striking characteristic was her inability to control her body odour.

Anyhow, on a non-consecutive night out, my colleague, Adam, was talking to me about one of our fellow call centre workers, Lyndel. He had spent several months enjoying her shapely body, and had on multiple times, introduced a non-bank female for dirty threesomes. Adam was like my Sri Lankan mate Dion since he was good looking, confident and free-loving, which I lacked.

Lyndel was dancing away and clearly under the influence, as we all were, but she was sexually suggestive with any males in her proximity.

“She’s had her eye on you for quite some time,” Adam casually mentioned after pointing out some of Lyndel’s more egregious dance floor behaviour.

“Me?” I replied, surprised, “But I hardly know her.”

“Perhaps you should,” Adam laughed, “Play your cards right, and you’ll not be sleeping alone tonight.”

Adam talked a good game, but he did not fully understand my awkwardness with women. I found it hard to introduce myself, let alone strike up small talk, regardless of the intoxication level.

“What has she said to you?”

“During that training session last week, you impressed Lyndel with your knowledge and understanding of the system, and she was amused when you constantly corrected the trainer.”

I was such a geek at that early stage of my career, and I had taken the time and effort to understand the bank’s system so that I could better do my job. That training session was so frustrating because the trainer had not taken the time to prepare for the workshop. As a result, I constantly interjected with questions and clarifications. At the time, I felt that my colleagues were annoyed at me for needlessly extending a pointless training session.

Because we were rebels, those of us in the all-day training session took the opportunity to nip to the pub for beers at break time. While Lyndel and Adam were part of the class, I never once noticed any interest from her.

“We haven’t had much interaction,” I noted.

“Now’s the time,” Said Adam, laughing.

“But you and her…”

“Long since finished,” He clarified, “Still friends, though.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing specific,” Said Adam, over the din of the shit music, “We just played together when it suited.”

The late nineties gave birth to the “friends with benefits” arrangement.

“And now?” I asked.

“I’m playing with someone else.”

Indeed, Adam was. He bagged himself the leader of one of the two call centre teams. Liz was an opinionated, bossy, loud and overall objectionable blonde. Sure, she was attractive, buxom and very sexual when suitable intoxicated, but there was an underlying ugliness, most likely brought on by her resentment to her ex-husband. Why Adam was playing in that sandbox was a mystery to me, but he possessed self-esteem in multiples that I did not. He could handle that handful.

“How’s it going with Liz?” I yelled.

“I could see myself long-term with her.”

“Really?” I was stunned at this playboy’s unexpected admission.

“Yeah, why not?” He asked, turning towards me.

“I did not think of you as the ‘settling down’ type.”

Adam laughed and explained that there is an unquestionable comfort in a settled relationship that fulfils your needs. He also reiterated that he had been previously married and that while playing around was fun, he craved a more solid connection. Besides, he confessed, there was not much more sexual exploration left for him.

“Fair enough,” I replied, “So if I were to make a play on Lyndel, what should I know about her?”

“First and foremost, she up for the dick,” Adam answered, “All the time.”

“Okay, I get that,” I laughed, “But mental issues — jealousy, possessiveness etc.?”

“Well, she marches to the beat of a different drum,” Adam said diplomatically, “But that’s what makes her so effervescence.”

“Yeah, she always laughing,” I noticed.

“She also has a few ‘kinks'”.

“Oh, such as?” I asked, intrigued but also wary as my last – non-bank – girlfriend had a slew of issues.

“I shouldn’t give too much away,” Said Adam coyly.

“But…”

“Well, she was in an ‘incident’ with the woman that lived next door,” Began Adam, relishing the details, “That was morally equivocal, to say the least.”

“A woman?” I asked, knowing how Adam had enjoyed FMF threesomes with Lyndel in the past.

“And the woman’s friend.”

“Shit,” I said, “Was she….?” Adam stopped me from mentioning the term but confirmed that Lyndel considered it thus. Why did Lyndel not report this violation? She secretly enjoyed it and indirectly consented while not orally assuring it.

“As a result, there are a lot of dark fantasies in Lyndel,” Adam explained, “Fantasies that with the right man could be fun to explore.”

“Like what?”

“That, my friend, is yours to explore if you decide to go down that path.”

And with that ominous warning, Adam grabbed his drink and wandered over to his new squeeze, Liz. I glanced to the dance floor and watched Lyndel gyrate like a stripper. Something was alluring about Lyndel. She was a bleached blonde with big tits, although they did not cleave like a model’s, and was a well-made woman. Indeed, attractive despite the tons of foundation, she wore unnecessarily on her face. Lyndel was naturally bubbly and self-confident but appeared, on the surface, to be above my pay grade.

I found it difficult to credit that Lyndel would be interested in a geek like me, but Adam’s confidence seemed to lend credence to his assertions.

How to approach Lyndel? Well, she approached me.

As soon as the current song ended, she walked towards the bar and ordered a beer.

“How’s it going?” I asked nervously.

“Great,” Beamed Lyndel, “How’s your night?”

“Not bad…” I could not think of anything else to say.

“You were great in the workshop the other day,” Lyndel said, “You should do her job.”

“Yeah, she wasn’t great.”

“But I learned more from you than I did from her,” Gushed Lyndel, impressing me.

“Well, cheers!” I said, raising my glass to hers.

We talked longer, and I overcame my social awkwardness. Lyndel and I quickly began flirting outrageously when she enticed me on the dance floor. As this was happening, I noticed that Adam shot me an approving nod with her arm draped across Liz.

“I want to fuck!” Lyndel breathed in my ear after several dances.

So did I. There was an immediate problem; however, both of us were house sharing, and it was considered the height of bad taste to bring a sex partner home, then as it is now. There was some back and forth, and we decided, drunkenly, that our best option was to sleep in Lyndel’s car!

Bad idea.

What alternative was there?

Lyndel, well over the legal driving limit, drove around the streets of her suburb, seeking a quiet and discreet place to get steamy. We ended up at Elwood beach, the least quiet and unobtrusive place, even late at night that could be chosen. I was too fuzzy to realise what a wrong choice it was at the time.

Climbing into the back of a Toyota Carola to enjoy some dirty sex was another terrible decision. It was almost impossible to be comfortable.

Then the shock happened.

As soon as I entered Lyndel’s dripping pussy, a man pressed his ugly head against the window. I shit my pantless pants.

“What?” Shrieked Lyndel, frightened by my reaction.

“Someone’s watching us!” I stammered.

“Who?”

“I don’t know,” I hissed, hastily pulling out of Lyndel, “Maybe someone looking to steal your car or a pervert.”

“Fuck,” Lyndel scrambled to put clothes on, “Shit!”

That incident ended the night.

Lyndel dropped me off at my apartment before racing off to her place. Before entering the front door, I felt like I had blown my chance.

It turns out I had not.

Over several months, Lyndel and I became close and ended up moving in together. The sex was phenomenal right from the get-go. She let me penetrate her arsehole within weeks of hooking up. Lyndel claimed she was an anal virgin, but the way she took to that act like a duck to water suggested otherwise.

We fucked publicly on many occasions, including in the car park of a cinema and on Portsea beach, among others. When one of us had to work a weekend shift in the call centre, the other would come and keep the other company. This usually led to filthy sex in the toilet or the first aid room.

One night at the pub, I surreptitiously asked Lyndel about her bi-side. She talked at length of her threesomes with Adam and her female friend and how she enjoyed them. Lyndel detailed the ‘incident’ when she was younger and admitted how she secretly wanted the exploitation without further prompting. Indeed, she occasionally exchanged texts with one of those women from that incident.

“Do you miss having sex with women? I asked.

“I love cock,” She replied, “But pussy is great when enjoyed sparingly.”

Like Adam, I had several FFM encounters in the past, and when the dynamic works, the sex between the three actors is fantastic.

“Do you have ‘options’ currently?” I asked with a hint of expectation.

“Not currently,” Lyndel said, reassuring me with a loving kiss.

“Faziah?” I asked, referring to a female Lebanese call centre colleague whom Lyndel hung out with a lot.

“In the past, yeas, but not now that she’s married.”

Faziah was the reigning female beauty of the call centre, sultry exotic and sexy. Lyndel had numerous photos of the two of them partying, so it was a logical deduction.

“There’s also a club I used to be part of.”

“A club?” I asked, “What club?”

At this reveal, I could tell Lyndel was unconformable but wanted to be transparent.

“I’m a member of this swingers club where people get together, socialise, drink together and have sex if they want.”

“Currently a member?” I asked, my attention fully engaged.

“Not since we got together,” Replied Lyndel, signifying a commitment to our relationship.

“What’s good about this club?”

“Sex!” Said Lyndel, stating the obvious, “Making friends. The Spa.”

“Where is this club?”

“The club’s owners hold a regular event in the city once a month, but weekend meets at their house in Cranbourne.”

The city was 12KM from my house, and Cranbourne was 40KM south-east, and it is a shithole of crime, violence, poverty and degradation. There are worse suburbs around it, but it is a god-awful place.

A perfect suburb for depravity.

“So, who do you have sex with?”

“Men, women, couples,” Replied Lyndel, casually, “Whoever I feel attracted too, on the night.”

My cock was twitching during this discussion. Lyndel was more sexually experienced than me, but in her late twenties, she actively visited swingers’ parties suggested that her hormones were raging. What was more intriguing was that Lyndel might introduce me to the swinger’s scene.

“What’s the men to women ratio like?” I asked, the nerd in me coming out.

“The owners try to balance the numbers,” Lyndel said, “A man must bring a woman to get free entry; otherwise, he has to pay an entry fee.”

“Do single women get free entry?”

“Yep, we don’t pay for entry,” Lyndel chuckled.

No, they go to these parties for free and pick the male stunt cocks or other females. So much for the ‘glass ceiling’!

“You go alone?”

“Sometimes,” Lyndel acknowledged before adding, “Often with Julie.”

Julie was another co-worker. She was very alluring but was a MILF, with a growing family. Her temper in the call centre was well known, and she was another person to avoid.

“You’ve had sex with her too?” I asked, amazed at these tumbling revelations.

“No,” Laughed Lyndel, “But I’ve seen her in action.”

“With men or women?”

“Both.”

“Like you?”

“Yep.” Lyndel giggled.

“What gender do you prefer?”

“I prefer you,” Lyndel leaned in and kissed me passionately, “I love you.”

There the matter rested.

On my birthday, a year later, Lyndel was struggling with gifts. Her parents had bought us tickets to see Jerry Seinfeld live and then dinner at a Japanese restaurant. I was so sick with the flu that I can barely recall either event. Lyndel, despite her generosity, seemed unsatisfied with my birthday.

“I’m not sure I should raise this, but…”

“But what?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to visit the swingers club this weekend?”

Two days from now, and I had sufficiently recovered from my illness.

“To see you fuck another man?” I thundered indignantly.

“No,” She soothed, “To see what it’s like. Going as a couple, there’s no entry charge, but we must supply our alcohol.”

“Fair enough.”

Lyndel explained that she had not attended a party behind my back, but she continues to subscribe to the email list and keep in touch with friends she met through the club.

“There’s a couple of friends of mine attending this weekend.”

“You fucked them?”

“In the past.”

“And now?”

“I’d like to catch up with them,” Lyndel said, assuaging my rampant jealousy, “And to show off my handsome, man.”

“You’ve planned this, haven’t you?”

“There’s a surprise waiting for you if you attend.”

“What sort of surprise?” I asked only to be shut down immediately.

“Will you attend?”

“Yeah, okay!” I replied, my interest thoroughly piqued.

****

That Saturday. Following my birthday, Lyndel drove us to the swinger’s party in Cranbourne. We arrived just after 6PM. The property was more rural than suburban, with no next-door neighbour for as far as the eye could see. Good protection from the nosey busybodies in suburbia would call the cops in a flash.

The naked couple that greeted us who ran the club were salt-of-the-earth people and were very welcoming. The wife’s kiss of Lyndel was far too familiar to be a coincidence.

“Have you fucked her?” I asked as we stashed out booze in a bin filled with ice.

“Couple of times,” Lyndel giggled.

“How was she?”

“Eats pussy like a boss.”

“Would love to see you eat some pussy,”

“Careful that you wish for.” She teased as I was led out to the entertainment deck.

The vista that greeted me was something I only fantasised about. Naked men and women cavorting, interacting, socialising, drinking together and fucking under floodlights was incredible. There was a range of body types and ages, and not everyone was attractive to me, but they exuded naked and sexually confidence. The nods and winks that Lyndel received demonstrated that she had many acquaintances / previous partners at the club.

The property was extensive with a large spa and swimming pool, although no-one was using the latter on account of the cool evening, the lights of the southern night sky twinkled without any light pollution. Lyndel led me to a quiet corner of the deck and immediately began disrobing. She noticed my hesitation but reassured me we were among friends.

My nervousness led me to drink copious bottles of beer while Lyndel was far more relaxed, having been here many times before. She conversed with lots of familiar faces, both men and women, while naked. My cock twitched each time a man or women would casually caress one of Lyndel’s breasts or kiss her sensuously.

Lyndel was in her element, that much was clear, and it was certain that she missed this scene. I was conflicted about how I felt. On the one hand, Lyndel seemed committed to our relationship, but on the other, I thought I could not meet her needs that she needed the swinger’s club to compensate. In the end, I was misguided; this swinger’s club enhanced our sex life by opening possibilities and opportunities to the wildest and dirtiest sexual experiences imaginable.

Only in Melbourne.

At this swinger’s club meeting, I witnessed the most erotic scene ever involving a pregnant woman being pleasured by four men, one of whom was her husband. This took place in the rumpus room. A large tarpaulin was laid on the floor with an inflatable splash pool in the centre. There was a pile of towels close by accompanied by several bottles of baby oil.

The lady in question was the centre of attention. She knelt in the splash pool while the four men were gently and sensuously massaging in the baby oil across her growing body. I placed her pregnancy well over half the way, and she was loving the feeling of having eight hands caress her skin.

The pregnant lady had a significant and appreciative audience in various stages of arousal. None more so than me. My cock grew hard as soon as we entered the room, and I was very self-conscious, nervously glancing at the viewers.

Once she was fully oiled, the pregnant lady began sucking on each cock in turn for several minutes. When not receiving a blow job, the other men slid their cocks over her skin, anywhere including her shoulders, the back of her neck, her arms, her breasts and, of course, her bulging belly.

It was such an erotic sight!

When the pregnant lady got on her hands and knees, she took one oily cock in her mouth and the second in her cunt. The other men rubbed their cocks across her back while waiting their turn.

After maybe ten minutes of being spit roasted by four men, she did something completely unexpected. She let them DP her. One man sat in the splash pool; she took him in the pussy, while the second man straddled her and took her anus. The two remaining stuck cocks were alternately receiving a blow job and a hand job.

There was an audible gasp of appreciation from the crowd. Given her condition, it was amazing she could or should do this sex act.

Eventually, the stunt cocks blew their loads across the pregnant lady’s bulging stomach. She gleefully rubbed ropes of boiling sperm across her belly. Each time one of the males exploded, the appreciative audience clapped.

I thought it was a bizarre reaction, like passengers clapping after arriving at their destination on the plane. Still, it was an impressive show.

The husband was the last to come, and he filled his pregnant wife’s mouth with his load. She enthusiastically swallowed his deposit and cleaned up his deflating cock.

A minute or so later, the four males surrounded the pregnant lady, and they unleashed yellow streams of urine across her body. She furiously smashed her clit as the warm liquid cascaded across her sexy body. There was an audible gasp of surprise from the audience, and none of them expected this final act of filth.

The pregnant lady quickly orgasmed and enthusiastically played with the pool of urine until the combined stream ended. Again, there was applause when the men helped her to her feet; she bowed. After accepting a towel from her husband, they walked off and left the three stunt cocks to clean up.

“Oh, I see that you’re ready?” Observed Lyndel, following that climactic conclusion.

I was rock hard after that show, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I asked Lyndel what I was ready for.

“Follow me.”

She led me into a room, a sort of utility room attached to the side of the house with one occupant, a skinny dark-hair woman, many years older than us but undeniably attractive. She was introduced as Holly and wore a silver bra and matching panties. The two women kissed and hugged, and it was clear that there had been several hookups between these two beauties.

“You two ready for fun?” Asked Holly, producing a pair of handcuffs.

“Do you need to go to the toilet?” Asked Lyndel with a widening smile and taking the proffered cuffs.

“I’m busting,” Was the reply.

Lyndel walked towards Holly, who turned around, revealing a genuinely awful tattoo that spoiled the upper half of her back.

The two kissed lustily before Lyndel cuffed Holly’s hands behind her back and removed the bra. Turning her around, Lyndel dropped to her knees and deftly removed Holly panties. Tattoos aside, Holly was a stunning body for her age which I would put 40-ish, whereas Lyndel and I were in our late twenties at the time. Holly has a gorgeous pair of c-cup breasts with a bit of sag that was topped with tiny erect pink nipples.

Lyndel helped Holly position a foot on the bowl. Both girls were giggling at this clumsy manoeuvre.

“Erm, do you two want some privacy?” I stammered.

“No,” Replied Lyndel, “Stay and watch.”

Oh, yes, please,” Chimed in Holly with one leg raised as she perched above the bowl, “I love being watch by strangers.”

“I was glad to hear this. I love watching women piss and did not know Lyndel did too.

Lyndel stroked Holly’s leg and gently played with her clit at the same time. Suddenly, a light stream began that gradually became stronger as hot, yellow urine flooded into the bowl. The clit action elicited several grunts from Holly as she emptied her bladder.

“Feels so good,” She moaned as the stream waxed and waned.

When she finished, Lyndel stood up, and the two exchanged a slow, lingering kiss before dropping to her knees again and began eating Holly’s pissy pussy.

“Oh, yeah,” Holly sighed, “I’ve missed your tongue.”

Holly came quickly and pulled Lyndel to her feet for another steamy lip-lock.

Following that steamy encounter, Lyndel grabbed two pegs from the side bench and sensuously snapped them onto Holly’s nipples. She hissed in momentary pain and again when Lyndel slapped each breast, leaving a handprint.

Holly walked over to where I was standing; Lyndel forced her down and ordered her to suck my cock. I was surprised at how so readily Holly took a stranger’s cock in her mouth, but then I supposed Lyndel would have clued Holly up ahead of time.

Holly was a great cocksucker, using her throat and lips to maximum effect since her hands remained cuffed behind her back. The adrenaline from the event, all the naked bodies, the pregnant sex show and now this beauty sucking me off almost made me blow my stack.

Meanwhile, Lyndel was rummaging around in a black bag off to the side, which I guessed belonged to Holly. It was not possible to see what she retrieved, but whatever it was, it required some construction.

“You’re making me come,” I shuddered before withdrawing from Holly’s mouth.

“We can’t have that just yet,” Muttered Lyndel casually, “We need to fuck Holly’s arse first.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“This is your birthday treat,” Giggled Lyndel at my surprised reaction, “You watch me fuck Holly, then you fuck Holly, then you can come anywhere you want.”

“Shit, man, that’s an amazing birthday gift.”

“Have you prepared your arse, bitch?”

“About five minutes before you two walked in,” Holly replied, rising off the floor.

“So, you’re ready to take my cock in your arse?”

“Willing and ready.”

When Lyndel turned around, she was wearing a strap-on pink dildo. It was quite a sight to see a real-life woman wearing a toy cock, and it was larger than my flesh and blood penis.

“You like?” Asked Lyndel, who was massaging lubrication along the shaft.

“Makes me feel inadequate,” I joked.

“Your dick is quite sufficient for my arse,” Laughed Lyndel, “This one’s not going anywhere near it.”

After wiping her hand on some toilet paper, Lyndel grabbed a small key and released Holly from her handcuffs and removed the pegs from her nipples. Holly let out a faint sigh of relief.

“Come here and sit your arse down on this,” Said Lyndel as she closed the toilet lid and sat down with the dildo pointing skywards.

Holly walked over and turned around. As the head of the dildo touched her pucker, she let out several grunts.

“Work it in there,” Encouraged Lyndel, whose voice was muffled by Holly’s body.

“Oh, yeah,” Responded Holly, but then let out a shriek as the rubber dildo stretched the O-ring, “Fuck!”

Her arsehole slowly descended the shaft. Holly paused for several moments to become comfortable with the dirty intrusion.

“Fuck it, bitch,” Ordered Lyndel.

Oh, yeah!” Moaned Holly as she bounced up and down on the dildo.

I walked over and dropped to my knees to get a better view. Holly’s pussy was clean-shaven, meaty with a piercing through the hood of the clit. The pink dildo was buried deep in her back door and glistened with lubrication.

After several minutes of reverse cowgirl anal fucking, Holly climbed off the dildo, dropped to her knees and began throating it.

“That’s it, clean off that nasty arse juice,” Groaned Lyndel, who was clearly super horny herself and avidly soaking up the action.

“When you’ve finished there, come back here for a real cock,” I said to Holly.

“You heard the man,” Lyndel ordered.

“I don’t mind doing that,” Replied Holly, who shuffled over to me while still on her knees.

Freed from her shackles, Holly was free to use her throat, lips and hands to work my shaft, and she quickly brought me to boiling point again.

“Go fuck her now,” I said, just before I was taken past the point of no return.

Holly sat her arse back down the rubber dildo and repeated the scene while I lightly stroked my saliva coated cock.

“I’m getting jealous,” Lyndel said when Holly sucked her arse off the dildo for a second time, “I want something up my arse.”

“Like my tongue?” I asked.

Lyndel just scoffed in return without directly replying.

“Turn your arse around,” Holly complied.

I saw how relaxed Holly brown O-ring was from the dildo penetration earlier. Lyndel squeezed a dollop of lubrication on my raging cock and rubbed it in a little too enthusiastically.

“Careful,” I chided, “I’m struggling to keep it contained here.”

Lyndel and Holly giggled in unison.

“Go fuck her arse now,” Said Lyndel when she judged I was ready.

I bent down and spat on Holly’s bung. After rubbing it in, I pressed the purple heard of my cock against her rosette and pressed. Despite being dildoed earlier, Holly’s shitter put up serious resistance before reluctantly yielding.

“Oh, fuck,” She hissed as I pressed harder, feeding her arse with my length.

“There it goes,” I said triumphantly when I was balls deep.

“Shit, that looks good,” Said Lyndel, awestruck by sight, “How does it feel, babes?”

“Great!” Said Holly and me in unison.

“You ready, Holly?” I asked, raring to go.

“Sure,” She hissed, “Go slow.”

Lyndel scooted from behind me to a position facing me on her knees where she could play with Holly breasts or pussy while watching my reaction.

I began fucking Holly’s arse slowly as requested, and soon, she started purring in delight. Every so often, she would let out a shriek when Lyndel tickled her clit or digitally penetrated her pussy.

“Is she wet?” I asked Lyndel, getting into a rhythm now.

“Fucking dripping,” She replied, presenting me with two fingertips that were glistening.

“Can I taste it?”

Lyndel offered me her digits, and I sucked the cream clean off them.

Holly’s pussy did indeed taste lovely with a sweet, musky aroma.

“Why don’t you fuck her pussy with me, you know, like a DP?”

“Oh, I’ve never done that before,” Replied Lyndel with a twinkle of excitement at the request.

“Is that okay, babe? Asked Lyndel of Holly, “Can I fuck your dripping cunt while my partner slams your dirty arsehole?

Holly granted consent with moans rather than words, so Lyndel scooted behind me again, bent down and stuck several fingers inside Holly’s pussy.

“Fuck, she’s wetter than I first thought!”

Holly’s arse suddenly tightened significantly, and I could feel Lyndel’s fingers through the thin membrane separating the two holes. At first, Lyndel seemed to be timing her penetration with mine, and I felt like I was simultaneously receiving a hand job while giving anal sex.

“Alternate your thrusting,” I said to Lyndel, “Otherwise, I’ll blow my stack.”

Lyndel giggled but complied, and I felt a decrease in pressure. Within minutes, I felt Holly’s tight O-ring expand slightly. She was in ecstasy, moaning incessantly, her head on its side resting on the room’s cold, hard floor.

“I’m going to come!” Holly suddenly yelled after perhaps a minute of DP.

“Yeah, “Squealed Lyndel, victoriously, “All over my fingers!”

Shortly, Holly’s body spasmed violently as she climaxed hard. I felt her steaming bung twitch repeatedly as I continued thrusting.

“No more,” panted Holly when her orgasm subsided, “I need a break.”

Lyndel and I withdrew from Holly’s holes. Both my shaft and Lyndel’s fingers were glistening with fuck slime.

“That looked good,” Came a stranger’s voice from the doorway.

“Looks like we have an audience,” Said Lyndel, turning around to see who the voice belonged to, her demeanour calm.

Holly rolled over into the foetal position, panting hard.

“You okay, Holly?” Asked the strange, nude male with a semi-hard cock.

“Just recovering,” She moaned, breathing hard.

Indeed, there seemed to be two couples at the doorway watching Lyndel, and I bring Holly to a thundering climax. One of the female partners was extremely attractive and complimented Lyndel on her big, pink “dick” to collective mirth.

“What else have you got for us?” The lean male asked.

“This for a start,” said Lyndel, who suddenly smeared my face with Holly’s lovely pussy juice.

“I have to come, or my balls will die,” I said, showing everyone how my ball sack had tightened to nothing.

“How do you want to finish?” Asked Lyndel.

“I want you to wank my cock across Holly’s face,” I said, before adding, “If that’s okay with you, Holly?”

She readily assented, and the three of us got into position in a manner that enabled the audience to see the action.

Lyndel grabbed my greasy cock and jacked it hard.

“Look up at me,” I said to Holly, “Stick your tongue out.”

“Oh, shit!” I yelled, “Here it comes.”

My cock spewed out tonnes of boiling sperm like a volcanic eruption. The first ropes of thick jism landed almost everywhere but Holly’s waiting mouth; hair, cheeks, forehead and chin. Secondary bolts were not as violent, and Lyndel was able to direct them onto Holly’s tongue. All through that sperm assault, she never kept her eyes off me. I was in a dream where spasms of pleasure smashed every nerve in my body.

When I regained my faculties, the crowd was clapping and hollering, impressed they were with my performance. I looked at Holly; she was a mess but a satisfying mess. She took my spent cock in her mouth, releasing addition jolts of pleasure.

“What a load!” Tittered one of the females at the door.

I stepped away, completely exhausted but satisfied. Lyndel moved in and cleaned Holly up. She began by directing any ropes that landed near Holly’s mouth onto her tongue while the more distant ones went to hers.

“Snowball, snowball!” Came the chant.

Holly and Lyndel planned to do so all along, but it did not make the resulting act any less erotic. They kissed and exchanged a heady cocktail of sperm and saliva back and forth several times before finally swallowing their respective loads. When they showed the crowd their empty mouth, more applause came.

“That was a hell of a show,” Sighed one of the women.

Then there was an intermission in the action as all assembled mingled. I doubted Lyndel and Holly were done for the night, but the break was sorely needed by the three of us.

****

The break was brief. It began with Holly introducing to Lyndel a massive double dong, and the two of them fucked each other’s pussy with it, simultaneously bringing them off. Naturally, this got me hard, and the anal action resume in earnest.

“How’s it going back there, Jason?” Lyndel asked me.

“Fucking loving it,” I replied, slamming my rejuvenated cock inside Holly’s loosened arsehole.

“I’m so jealous,” Teased Lyndel as Holly continued to blow her big pink cock.

“Don’t worry,” I breathed, “You’ll get your share.”

All the while, Holly groaned at the pleasure of being anally spit-roasted. I suddenly withdrew my slimy cock and presented it to Holly for a dirty ATM.

“Clean me up!”

Without flinching, Holly wrapped her lips across the sparkling shaft and gobbled me down her throat.

“Can I have some?” Of Holly’s arse, asked Lyndel, not expecting a negative response.

She positioned herself behind Holly, spat on her filthy bung and pressed the pink dildo inside. Holly’s humming at sucking my cock did not alter in pitch or frequency as Lyndel anally penetrated her.

The two women watching from the door were gently stroking their men and playing with their clits as the filthy action unfolded before them.

“That’s so nasty! ” One of them murmured.

“I love how your arse takes my big dick, ” Lyndel said as she slapped the fleshy cheeks several times, leaving visible marks. Holly did not respond; she kept expertly throating the real thing and cleaning it up nicely.

“As its arse appreciation night, ” Said Lyndel to me, after several minutes of sodomising her friend, “You can appreciate mine with your tongue up it. ”

“I’d be honoured, mi’lady,” I replied, relishing any opportunity to administer a rim job to my partner.

I pulled my cock out of Holly’s mouth and laid on the floor. Holly reversed cow-girled me, thereby giving our audience a good show while Lyndel straddled my face, pulled aside the connecting fastening of her strap-on ensemble and planted her filthy O-ring on my mouth.

“That’s it, oh yes,” Moaned Lyndel, hamming it up for our guests, “Eat my arse.”

It sure did taste funky, but I would crawl over hot coals to eat Lyndel rosette. I did not think she orgasmed from that act alone but came quickly when she rubbed her clit.

And this is what she proceeded to do.

I felt the tips of her fingers brush against my chin as she worked her clit. Her moans of pleasure increased in tempo, and she worked herself into the froth. Meantime, Holly was happily bouncing away on my cock to muffled gasps of appreciation from the audience.

“Look at how wet she is,” One of the women said, and I assumed that Holly was playing with her pussy too.

“Feel good, Holly?” Asked on of the men, to which whatever way she responded pleased the crowd.

Lyndel inevitable came as I felt her frame shudder and her shrieks shatter my eardrums. Mercifully, she quickly climbed off me, allowing me to breath before bending down and kissing me.

“Thank you, lover!”

She then went to the crowd. I saw she turned around, spread her cheeks and showed off her bung.

“Look at how clean it is!”

“You’re into full-on anal sex now?” Asked on of the men.

“All, Jason.”

“Good work, son!” To which the audience laughed.

“Why don’t you demonstrate your new-found love for anal?” I suggested.

“Great idea,” Panted Holly, who jumped off my cock and performed another ATM.

Lyndel undid the strap-on, straddled my pelvis while Holly held my cock erect towards the ceiling and guided the head to her friend’s arsehole.

“Easy!” Squeaked Lyndel.

The two girls managed to wrap Lyndel’s O-ring around my raging helmet, and she gingerly lowered her hips down until my cock was fully engulfed. Fuck, she was super tight tonight!

“Da dah!” Lyndel crowed in delight to the applause of the crowd.

“Now, ride Jason’s cock hard with your dirty hole,” Said one of the men.

Lyndel was clumsy but quickly developed a rhythm and rode me harder as her rosette relaxed with each thrust. Holly, meantime, had scooted up to me and began kissing passionately.

“I think I came,” Laughed Lyndel after several furious minutes of anal fucking.

She was undoubtedly shrieking loudly, and her body shook for a moment before going limp. All the tell-tale signs of orgasm were there.

“What do you mean, you think you came?” Asked one of the men.

“Something happened that’s not happened before,” Lyndel replied, giggling at the absurdity, “But it was pleasurable, like a normal orgasm but not!”

“It is possible to orgasm from anal sex,” Said one of the women.

“Hell, I orgasm from anal multiple times,” Holly chimed in, “That’s why I’m such a butt slut!”

The crowd agreed.

Lyndel bent down and took my cock inside her mouth, and sucked me clean as her friend had done.

“Tastes fucking great!” She panted after stopping for breath.

“You think you can handle a DP?” Asked Holly.

“Never done one before, but I’m willing to give it a go!”

“Yeah, do it, Lyndel,” Said one of the men at the door.

Holly picked up the strap-on and attached it in a practised manner. She then proceeded to lube it up.

“How do you want to do this?” Asked Lyndel a little nervously.

“Depends what hole you want?” Asked Holly to me.

“Both?” I replied, “Arse?”

“How much juice do you have in the tank?”

“I’m pretty close,” I admitted.

“You best fuck her arse then,” Said Holly, “Because I want to eat your sperm from it when you’re done.”

“I need to see this,” Said one of the men.

“I have an idea,” Squealed Holly, suddenly animated, “A wonderfully dirty idea.”

“What is it?”

Holly retrieved the double dong from her bag and held it up to those by the door like a fucking severed head.

“If one of you gorgeous people want to use this on my holes, we’ll have a double DP!”

“Or DP-squared?” I offered, but the joke landed about as hard as a left hook from Stephen Hawking.

There was some murmuring, and one of the women stepped forward the attractive one. It was disappointing that she would be behind me, thereby depriving me of viewing the action from this ludicrous idea.

Holly explained to the stunner how flexible the toy was and how she has DP’d herself with it previously. After applying an overly generous amount of lubricant, the attractive women took hold of the double dong.

“Let’s get this thing started,” Chirped a visibly excited Holly.

She laid on the floor and coaxed Lyndel on top of her.

“Are you in?”

“All the way,” Lyndel giggled.

I lubed my cock and Lyndel’s relaxed bung.

“You ready?”

“Nope, but do it anyway.” She replied.

I pressed several times against Lyndel’s anus, and I gradually breached the O-ring. She hissed in temporary pain at being filled to the brim, but Holly and I soothed her until I was balls deep.

“Fuck, I feel so full!” Groaned Lyndel.

“You’re doing fine,” I assured her, but she was not wrong; there was not much room to manoeuvre.

“Are you ready?” Asked the attractive woman to Holly.

“Go for it.”

For the next minute or two, only the attractive woman and Holly knew what was going on.

As Holly’s pussy and arse were carefully filled with each end of the double dong, there was a notable ripple as Holly adjusted to the unusual position she was in.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Observed the woman, “Are we all ready?”

Lyndel and Holly gave a pained, yes, and off we started. It was clumsy at first, with the four of us vying to establish a workable rhythm. There was plenty of grunting and groaning going on. Eventually, I was the only one who managed to fuck a sex hole properly.

The attractive woman was only able to fuck Holly’s holes at the same time rather than the usual alternative action. As a result, Holly was not able to achieve much upward thrust into Lyndel’s cunt.

Nevertheless, Holly achieved a thundering orgasm mid-way through this double-DP session, and any pretence at fucking Lyndel’s pussy ended. It was hard to tell whether Lyndel climaxed being sandwich by two cocks, but she undoubtedly was enjoying her first DP, yelling and thrashing constantly.

With her anus, greasy and relaxed, I was able to hammer it, focussing selfishly on my orgasm. The existing tightness felt like I was receiving a sloppy hand job, and my second climax of the night was easy to achieve.

By this time, I was sweating profusely, my thigh muscles were burning from exertion, but I felt my balls tightening and tingling with each thrust. With the power building at the base of my cock, I was seconds away.

“I’m going to come inside your arsehole!” I roared.

There was no response from Lyndel, but I detected a rising excitement from those by the door.

Slowly but inexorably, the power in my cock shot up the shaft and propelled what was left in my soft, withered balls deep inside Lyndel’s bowels. Simultaneously, my brain was almost shut down by an overload of pleasure. This orgasm was more potent than the first but dissipated quickly.