American Princess
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Chapter 22: First Swinger’s Party
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22: First Swinger’s Party - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
The house was in Sykesville, Maryland. It was new, modern, large, mostly brick, maybe five or six thousand square feet, isolated, and it had been set up for a sex party. It sat on about ten acres of land that was half grass and half wild forest. There were multiple levels to the house that flowed with the slopping land and the walkout decks and patios, that all interconnected both inside and outside the residence.
Marjorie knew the couple who owned the house, and consequently who ran the relatively new swinger’s group that the members named Sensations. Our hosts names were Frank and Alice Hunt. They were both about forty, and had two teens who they’d farmed out to friends so they could host the party this time around. Sensations met monthly at homes of the various steady members.
Marjorie had arranged for all of us to attend, even my brother Doug who flew in from Denver where he’d been working. So six of us trooped in to join the other guests: Carrie, Marjorie, Emma, Doug, Jerry, and me.
Offsetting the six of us were twenty-two other men and women, mostly married couples, but there were some singles who knew the Hunts well – very well, as it turned out. One by one we each met the ‘regulars’ as we circulated and sipped various wines – the ‘event’ had been billed as a ‘Wine Tasting Plus Party’, with emphasis on the ‘plus’. Alice did a great job of keeping us moving so we didn’t get bogged down in one group and not meet everyone. This was to be a social event in every meaning of the word. I mentioned the word ‘socio-sexual’ event to Alice and she agreed with a laugh.
No one made too big a fuss over Carrie. I worried that her background and reputation would be sullied in some way by our attendance and participation, but Frank and Marjorie assured me that what happened in the house, would stay in the house. There were strict rules about no photos or videos, and no mention of names or the kind of entertainment that took place. Carrie was more comfortable and trusting with that than I was.
We met at six o’clock, for a potluck cookout. The weather was autumnal, with temps in the mid-sixties, but we were all dressed appropriately for the October evening and were mostly inside, in any case. Each of the women had brought a dish for each couple: large salad, Swedish meatballs, and a huge pile of chocolate chip cookies that started to disappear as soon as they were set on the table with a few other desserts.
Carrie chose to stay close to me, playing the role of wife beautifully. We met the other couples, and most of the singles. Only one other couple talked about her newly won fame as a super-hero, and we didn’t mind how they approached the subject in the least. They knew much of the reputation was hyperbole and hype, and also chuckled with us about the media response to the badly-fumbled kidnapping.
As darkness and cooler temperatures prevailed, everyone migrated inside the beautiful home. The furniture in one room had been pushed aside leaving a large dance area. Some sexy and romantic music was playing, and the lights were off except for what bled in from adjacent rooms, and the whole atmosphere invited intimacy with our new friends.
Carrie and I danced one of the slow sexy numbers. I asked her, “You happy with what you’re seeing? Is this what you want? Do you like the people?”
She grinned at me and nodded. “Yes, this’ll be fun ... for you, too. There are lots of sexy women here, like the blonde in the slinky green dress.”
Now I had to smile. I did have designs on the blonde, but if Carrie or Marjorie were squeamish about staying or the sex, I could have been easily persuaded to leave.
The song ended, and we broke apart. A man named Dean swept up Carrie in two seconds for the next dance. I went and met the blonde – Sheila Winters. We got into a sexy dance, and this time the dance turned into a bit of a make-out session right on the dance floor. I liked how Sheila kissed, and I also rang her chimes. Soon our bodies were grinding together at the hips in mock anticipation of a similar act without clothing.
Sheila and I swapped French kisses. When we were both panting, Sheila pulled me along to the stairway, and we went up half-a-flight of stairs to what was principally the bedroom level. She said with a smile, “I like how you kiss, and I know I’m going to like how you fuck, and everything in between.”
I noticed that the doors to all the rooms were open. Sheila read my mind. “Sort of an informal house rule for Sensations is that the doors stay open; it’s very erotic to hear others fucking, plus it always gives the women a sense of safety. Come in here.”
“Do people come and watch?” I still didn’t know all the ground rules for any kind of swinger’s party.
“Yes. I think we all have an exhibitionist kink inside us. You get used to it, and even perform a little.”
“Do others join in?”
“Maybe, if we ask them some might. That’ll be up to you. I like both kinds of threesomes, but for right now, I just want to be with you so we can focus on each other.” Her remark was definitely ego boosting.
We kissed some more as our clothes became a pile on a nearby chair. Sheila was built like a carefully crafted, high-speed racing car, and I thought I recognized her from someplace, but I didn’t want to use the trite pick-up line, ‘Don’t I know you from some place?’
Sheila was exceptionally skilled at blowjobs, and I proved my true mettle when I ate her pussy for over a quarter-hour, and brought her to three pleasant orgasms.
After the Hat Trick, Sheila said, “Put your hand inside me. Fuck me with your hand. I’m flexible and can take it. I like to be fisted.”
I worked three fingers in her and then four, forming a cone with them. I tucked my thumb in, and soon could slide my entire hand deep inside her cunt.
Sheila groaned, “Oh, so fucking good – such a turn on. You’re magnificent.”
I twisted and turned my hand a little, but I was afraid I’d hurt her.
Sheila finally said, “You won’t hurt me. Find my G-spot.” She pointed, “It’s right behind my mons and clit, right about there only inside. Rub that with a knuckle or two.”
I followed her advice, and Sheila soared into orbit, moaning loudly as two more climaxes hit her a few minutes apart as I massaged her interior. My hand, her pussy, the bed, and a good part of us were soaked in her juices that flowed from her like an open spigot.
Sheila reached down and held my hand motionless inside her. She said, “I’m going to show you something only a few men in the world know. It’s a woman’s ‘A’-Spot, and if you stroke that area, I’ll cum like a screaming banshee, probably squirt, and rape you when I come down from my orgasm.”
“You can’t rape the willing,” I chortled.
Step-by-step she coaxed me along to her ‘A’-Spot, an area just in front of her cervix and even deeper inside her. My long tapering fingers proved to be a huge asset. I got a solid lesson in the interior physiology of a woman, but ended knowing where and how to find the small area not only on Sheila, but on any woman.
I started to stroke Sheila’s most sensitive spot, and she started to writhe and moan. I noticed another couple at the door watching us. The man was behind the woman obviously fucking her as they watched us.
Sheila started to pant, and then gasp for air. I didn’t let up. Barely under her breath she got into a string of dirty talk: ‘Oh, you are so gonna make me cum really hard;’ ‘your cock is going to be pasting your cum all over that spot in a few minutes.’ ‘I hope you like to fuck for long time periods, because I may just fuck you the rest of the weekend.’ ‘I like people watching us – watching you put it to me, fucking me with your hand, and soon putting that large cock inside me.’ She was good, and I got and stayed hard.
Sheila came like the crescendo of a symphony orchestra at maximum volume. The sounds and passion built and built, until I thought she’d fly into orbit. She screamed her climax, and then creamed the two of us as her body ejected her juices at the height of things.
Sheila collapsed into a pile of used sexual mush right before my eyes. She had that ‘rode hard and put away wet’ look, and she was soaked in her sweat and juices. Her eyes were closed and she could barely breathe. She’d all but passed out.
“You are a fabulous lover,” she gasped after a few minutes. “You’re a natural. You knew exactly how to play me once you got the idea of what was supposed to happen. I’ve never cum so hard as I just did with you, and I’ve cum a lot. We are so going to do this again.”
I changed position so I could kiss her. “You inspired me. It’s easy to be romantic and passionate with you.”
We lay there and I toyed with her full breasts. Eventually, Sheila moved and mounted me on the bed. We started to fuck, only now she was playing me, getting me right to the edge and then backing off.