The bed was crowded. Sexy Sally and Barbie were playing with the Island Man and Big Daniel, so Pierced Dude and I were forced to move. The hotel arm-chair and ottoman were unoccupied. In hind sight, we should have put a towel under PD’s body to protect the chair from the impending wetness. PD stretched out lengthwise across the ottoman and laid his head in the seat of the chair. His arms beckoned to me, I was not sure what position to take. “Rest your knees on the arms of the chair so I can see that wide open pussy.” I thanked god for cushioned arm rests and dutifully took my place. Still wearing the pink outfit Barbie had bequeathed me (See blog entry Older Crowd Sex Fest), I sat perched ready to receive my licking. PD’s tongue was pierced and he knew exactly what to do with it. He energetically licked and sucked, bringing me to orgasm within a minute or so. “That’s one” he growled, “ready for more?” Stupid Question! I am a pig at heart and this is all about me, of course I want more. My legs were shaking but I managed to continue to balance above him. He changed his speed, slowly inserting his tongue into my vaginal hole, then making long licks up to the clit and top of the hood. My lips swelled and I felt as if all the blood in my body were rushing down to help puff up my pussy. He lapped me as if he were a thirsty dog and I was the bowl of cool water. I could hear his tongue pull the saliva from his mouth and suck in the liquid of my coochie, I could hear the wetness dripping down my vagina onto his face. There were moans in the room coming from the bed, and I have vague memories of people walking by and playfully slapping my ass but these were really just buzzing sounds, background noise. I had no idea whose hand was on my butt nor did I care. My world was in this chair, right there, right then and completely controlled by this man delighting my pussy. Who the hell named this joyful act ORAL? That sounds so bad, so clinical, so boring! Oral? It should be called something with more oomph, more anomonopea…. like luscious licking lewdness, or OHHHHH Sex, or MMMMMMMMM. Do you give MMMMMM? Why yes.. I am good at giving MMMMMMMM.
Sorry, got a little off track there…. back to the chair. After about five more minutes, I came again. I threw back my head and softly screamed, “GOD that is so good!” I had to “softly” scream since we were in two attached hotel rooms and the staff downstairs had no clue what kind of swingers party was going on. Patti was being very boisterous thus we were all worried about the volume. I did not want to get kicked out of the hotel. I thought he would stop after two, but he continued. I must send a note to the military and thank them for teaching this man endurance and to always finish a job better than expectations. Okay.. I am not implying that ONLY military men give good luscious licking lewdness, just that the soldier part couldn’t have hurt. I have no idea how much longer my ass was up in the air on that chair. I lost all sense of time. All that mattered was his licks and sucks. I was so sensitive it was like receiving a small electric charge every time his tongue made contact with my clit. It almost hurt, but not quite, and when the faux pain sensation went away I was left with this warmth, a deep comforting warmth. I have trained myself to welcome this sensation. I remember many years ago, when my husband first took a vibrator egg to my pussy and held it there against my tepid protests I reached this threshold and went past the pain to feel the burst of the orgasm. The heat gushes through your body, starting with your clit and pulsating outward to the tips of your toes and the top of your head. The electric sensation I was feeling had promises of what was to come, and my mind has learned to embrace it as good. Once you get to that place, it is much easier to get there again. I am not afraid of the pain. This time, since I had already cum twice, I knew that the build up would take longer, but the longer the build up, typically the longer the orgasm and this promised to have a good payoff! PD did not disappoint. When I came for the third time I soaked his face and the chair. My legs were shaking so much that there was an imminent threat of collapse forcing him to slide out quickly from the chair. I was reminded of a mechanic on one of those wheely slide boards pushing out from underneath a vehicle quickly before the jacks collapsed the car on him. He was laughing… only three?
The bed was finally open since Barbie and Sally had called time out and were on a break in the other room. I wanted to feel that pierced cock in me, so I pushed Pierced Dude down on the bed. By this time there were wet spots everywhere, but we didn’t care. He lay there, compliant, and I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it, feeling it grow stiff. I quickly straddled him and guided his cock in… Oh shit.. what if the pierced ring grabs my IUD string and pulls it out?! How will I explain that one to my OBGYN? He knows my husband and he knows he is not pierced. Too late, its in there and it feels GOOOOOD. The ring hit the back of my pussy just right and the bar rubbed over my extended clit inside. I pumped up and down, up and down, savoring the sensation of something new. I came again and PD stopped me from riding him more. “I want to share with the others here.” His cock was worth sharing with others, and I may be a pig, but I know that hogs get slaughtered, so I abided by his wishes and left him for another. I have wondered if eventually I will become bored with the lifestyle and things will become repetitive and boring? People like PD prove to me that the swinging lifestyle is not a circular track, but a long windy road with lots of turns and experiences awaiting around every corner. Gosh I am glad I am on this road, and thankful my husband is there with me.
I am not done telling the story of this party, just weary of writing for now. So I will save the rest of the party for another blog entry…… I really need to come up with some sort of tag line that lets you know there is more to come…
Any suggestions? For now.. I will use the simple… STAY TUNED UNTIL NEXT TIME
p.s. I think that was at least 500 calories burned with that session alone
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