We were dry humping at the end of the small wet bar. I first spied her across the family room, on the far side of the pool table. Our eyes locked for a long moment, and that classic jolt of electricity hit us both. It wasn’t love at first sight. It was lust. This was a swinger’s house party, and we were here to fuck. 

My wife was off with her girlfriends in the master bedroom behind a “Women Only” sign. They used this little regular soiree to explore their lesbian sides and swear to each other they would never fuck another cock. I normally prowled for couples, and often settled for cock only. Not that there were a lot of single guys at this event, even though it was bi friendly. It was just unusual to find an attractive woman standing alone. Was she here as a “unicorn?” Or was there the potential for another guy to join the picture?

I walked across the room and took her in my arms. She had her back to the wall at the end of the bar, and she hooked one leg up and around my hip, pulling our genitals together. My micro fibre-sheathed cock encountered her nylon-covered pussy, and we began our frottage without speaking a word, our tongues, hands, and genitals saying everything.

She was in small panties and a crop-top. I was in my white thong and a Hawaiian shirt with one button closed. A medium stainless steel cockring surrounded the base of my penis and balls, and a one and a half inch leather strap stretched my scrotum. These helped the elastic cockring sewn into my thong lift my cock into a somewhat lewd display. The feel of her hot pussy through the thin material rapidly lifted it further. We shifted to allow as much of my cock as possible to rub against as much of her vulva as possible with each thrust of our hips.

We broke our kiss and I whispered our first words in her ear. “I want to rub our nipples together until it drives us both wild. I want to brush my fingers on your clit and make you squirm. I want to blow cool air on your ass and watch it pucker just before I fuck it. And I want to do it now.”

She responded by lifting the crop-top over her head, exposing large nipples in small areoles with medium bar bells pierced through them. She reached down and unfastened the single button on my shirt, and pushed it back on my shoulders, exposing my chest. Then she leaned in and began brushing her nipples against mine. This was a wanton, hungry woman, eager to please.

“Would you like two pussies?” she asked.

“What man wouldn’t want to be smothered in four tits?” I replied. “I love pussies. I love tits. I love ass…and I love cock.”

“Cock too, eh?” she grinned wickedly. “I think that might be arranged.” She looked over my shoulder at someone across the room, and gave them a quick jerk of her head.

Moments later I felt another woman join us. Her arms went under mine and her hands joined the scrum, flicking our nipples. She molded her body to my back and joined our rhythmic dry humping, rubbing her mons into my ass. I felt the material of a bikini in the appropriate places.

“Cindy, this guy likes cock too,” my new lover said to her friend. “Where’s Gabe?”

“He’s out in the hot tub trying to get laid,” Cindy replied. She reached down and ran her hand over my cock and balls. “I’m sure he’d love to join us. You’ve found a nice plaything. Shall I go get him?”

“Meet us upstairs,” my partner said, playing the impresario. “We’ll be in the first room we find with enough mattress space for four.”

With that Cindy left us still grinding our genitalia together. We resumed our mutual tonsil examinations and I twisted to get my nipple back into contact with hers. Nipple play really sends me. We continued groping each other for another couple of minutes.

“Come on, let’s go fuck,” the woman said to me, breaking our kiss and unwrapping her leg from my ass. “My name’s Amber, by the way.”

“Steve,” I replied, turning and wrapping my arm around her waist for our walk to the stairs. Looking out the plate glass windows at the pool area I noticed a petite blond girl talking to someone who looked neither masculine nor feminine in the hot tub and gesturing toward the house. That must be Cindy, and the long-haired androgyne in the tub must be Gabe. I followed Amber up the stairs and got my first look at her rear.

It was a tight, shapely bum, with only a little excess curve. Her hair matched her name, and extended just below her shoulders. Considering the rest of her I settled on an age in her early forties. She twirled the crop-top on her finger like a dancer getting ready to throw her “G” to the audience, and exaggerated the swing of her hips as she climbed the stairs.

Me? Type-1 Typical Male Swinger: mid-fifties; five-foot nine; small paunch that I have to work hard to keep from becoming an endorsement for a radial tire manufacturer. Still have a full head of sandy blonde hair, glasses, and a way-too-serious countenance. Thank God looks are not a prerequisite for admission to this house party.

There were four bedrooms upstairs and miraculously (this was a popular quarterly party) one was empty. The host must be serving up his famous tequila tasting in the kitchen. The room contained a queen-sized bed, side tables, a loveseat, and a dresser. Obviously a guest bedroom. Amber pulled me into another embrace.

“Gabe is a newbie that Cindy just started dating,” Amber explained as she pushed my shirt off onto the floor. “They’re both a bit young, but Cindy is quite the firecracker. My husband and I met her in Cabo, and she lives over our garage. Gabe claims to be bi, but you know how that can go at these parties. Let’s just let them take it slow and try to inspire them with our passion, shall we?” Not only wanton, but experienced and wise. 

In response to her guidance I dropped to my knees and buried my nose in Amber’s pussy. The nylon had a nice wet spot on it that was releasing a pleasant musk. I leaned back and hooked my thumbs through the strings of the garment and tugged it down. Before me was a glistening, hairless treasure. Amber grabbed the back of my head and pulled me back to her groin.

I pushed my tongue through the folds of her pussy and tasted the nectar straight from the source. Flattening my tongue, I laved her labia up to the top of the crease, then pointed my tongue and probed for her clit. It swelled up from its nook as her vagina began to bloom. She let out a moan.

About this time I heard other people enter the room. “You guys get comfortable and join us,” Amber instructed. I glanced to my left and saw Cindy spread Gabe’s towel over the loveseat and peel out of her bikini. A nice, tight little bit of female flesh. Gabe was nude and still dripping a bit. His cock appeared to be thin but long, and was on the rise. He had narrow shoulders with a bare, small chest. His hair reached the tops of his shoulders in a girlish cut. I thought he’d make a pretty good-looking TV.

I nudged Amber with my chin and she sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs. I peeled my thong off and maneuvered my ass around so that Cindy and Gabe could see the base of the butt plug in my rectum as I moved back to feasting on Amber’s center. She lay back to give me full access, and I took advantage of the new angle to send my tongue toward her nether hole for the first time before attaching my lips to her clit for some suction.

She moaned again and I saw her hands move to her tits.

“Wow, look at that hot ass, babe,” Cindy said to Gabe. I learned later that she was stroking his cock and he was staring intently at my sphincter. “Are you really bi? Would you tap that?”

“Oh yeah, just like I fuck your tight little butt,” Gabe replied. His voice was nearly as androgynous as his face. 

“Yeah? Why don’t you bring your cock over here and let me get it hard, then see how our new friend likes it in the butt?” Amber invited him over. So much for going slow.

Gabe looked uncertainly at Cindy. They were both in their late twenties, and were more used to the flirting and double entendre of the bar scene than the frank, uninhibited language of their elders at a swinger’s get together. Cindy gave him a kiss, and shoved him up from the loveseat, following along to the bed.

“Go ahead, babe, it’s alright. I won’t freak or anything. Let Amber suck your cock.” Cindy encouraged her boyfriend. 

I was aware of the motions but the bulk of my attention was on the delicious cunt before me. Its lips were swelling and spreading. The clitoris was hardening into a nubbin. Copious amounts of fluid were leaking from the vulva. My ego swelled too, along with my cock. I was proud of my pussy-licking prowess.

Amber pulled Gabe’s cock right straight into her hungry mouth, and bobbed back and forth on it several times. Cindy was behind Gabe, her arms around him. Both Cindy’s hands were holding Gabe’s cock up for Amber’s feast. Cindy cooed in Gabe’s ear and reassured him.

“She’s so good with that tongue, isn’t she?” Cindy said to Gabe. “God I can’t wait to feel it on my pussy. Does it feel good on your cock?”

“Oh yeah, she’s good,” Gabe leered. “If she keeps this up I might nut.”

“Hang on,” Amber said, releasing Gabe’s cock from a vacuum lock. “If you’re going to cum I want it to be while you’re fucking…oh shit, I’m sorry. What’s your name again?”

“Steve,” I replied with a chuckle. “Move further up on the bed.”

We shifted around. Amber moved up so her head rested on the pillows. She held Gabe’s cock at the base firmly to delay his release, and licked his balls. Cindy grabbed the bottle of lube our hosts provided on the bedside table and began to work the plug out of my ass. I dove back into Amber’s sweet pussy.

As the plug came out of my rectum Cindy said, “Okay, babe, this ass is all yours!” She clambered up to the head of the bed, pushed Gabe aside, and quickly straddled Amber’s face. Cindy let out a contented sigh as she spread her thighs and lowered herself down.

“Condom,” I reminded Gabe as he moved to my rear. He looked like a disappointed puppy dog, but I always played safe at these events. Cindy handed him a golden packet from the bowl next to the lube.

Gabe suited up and took the lube back from Cindy. He squirted the cold liquid onto my sphincter and then rubbed his cock up and down my crack. He worked a couple of fingers into my opening, exploring how tight I really was. I knew at this point that Amber’s worry that he might not really be bi was unfounded. This kid new knew his way around an asshole. I actually suspected that he was pretty far down the Kinsey Scale toward gay.

“Are you ready for this, man?” Gabe asked, using his hand to press his cockhead against my sphincter.

“Yeah, the plug has me nice and loose, and I’m experienced. Don’t destroy me, but let’s fuck!” I replied, my lips playing around Amber’s clit as I spoke. She moaned yet again.

With steady pressure Gabe pressed his cock into me. I’m not such an ass slut that I can just relax and take anything up the butt, but he didn’t meet much resistance. He went slowly, but never stopped pressing in. It felt like his cock would go on forever as it slipped up my ass. “At least eight inches,” I thought to myself. I moaned and wiggled my rear to reassure him that I was enjoying the invasion.

Cindy was humping herself on Amber’s face and grabbing her own tits. She was off in a world of her own (well, her world and Amber’s tongue) and obviously moving quickly toward orgasm. Amber had both hands on Cindy’s thighs, pulling them down firmly over her face. She was moaning steadily into Cindy’s pussy, and her own vagina was awash with girl juice and my saliva.

I was digging this scene. Thirty minutes earlier I had been contemplating joining my fellow old farts in front of the big screen TV, watching some porn and hoping for a blowjob from a guy with a two-day stubble. Now here I was with my lips latched onto one of the sexiest clits I’d had in a long time, and getting my ass fucked by a long cock that was working wonders on my overall prostate health. As icing on the cake, I was getting a live lesbian sex show about eighteen inches away from my eyes. I reached down and began to pump my rock hard cock.

Amber stiffened and jerked several times, moaning loudly and humping her hips up into my face. But she never stopped eating Cindy during her orgasm. Cindy reacted with what appeared to be a small cum of her own, and Gabe began to really pump my ass. I picked up the pace of my own wanking, my face now covered with Amber’s nectar.

We continued like this for about ten more minutes. The girls each had at least one more climax, and Gabe stopped and held my hips still for a moment to control his cum. I continued my ministrations to Amber’s pussy and kept up a steady pace of pumping my piston. Toward the end of those ten minutes, things began to change.

On her fourth orgasm Cindy let out a wail and released a flood of fluids onto Amber’s face. This caught Amber a bit off guard, and she sputtered a bit to clear her air passages. Then she dove right back into Cindy’s center even as she let loose with a huge cum of her own. She didn’t squirt, but the flavor and even texture of her juices on my tongue took on a different, and extremely pleasing, character.

I was grooving on the pussy in my mouth and the cock in my ass, and felt my balls quickly draw up. Gabe’s cock hit my prostate just perfectly, and the cum rose up my shaft. I thought about holding back and rising up to shoot on Amber’s belly, but my orgasm got away from me and rope after rope of cum exploded onto the bedspread.

Apparently the pulsing of my anus that my orgasm caused did the trick for Gabe, because he quickly followed me into bliss. He slapped his hips loudly into mine, and shuddered through six or seven spasms. He yelled out his pleasure and dug his fingers into my hips.

We all rode our individual cums as long as we could. Gabe quit first, pulling out of my ass and flopping down onto the bed near Cindy. I was next, sitting up on my haunches and gazing at the red and swollen flower of Amber’s pussy. I didn’t get a long view; because Cindy dropped down to get her own taste of girl cum. This must have been too much for Amber, because she pushed the younger woman gently aside and came up gasping for air.

Cindy writhed around and cuddled up to Gabe, who was clearly wondering what to do with the wet condom on his dick. They kissed and cooed at each other. Cindy solved Gabe’s dilemma by removing the spent condom, turning it inside out, and sucking up the cum as her boyfriend looked on incredulously.

I leaned forward to kiss Amber, licking Cindy’s juices from her face. I pulled back, intending to say something gallant and appreciative, but the words stopped in my throat. Amber’s eyes were aflame as we once more locked gazes. The lust was still there. This was just round one…