Chapter 21: A Swing Party Guest Likes the Group

Mark

People started to arrive at our party about six-thirty on Saturday despite Elsa’s having said seven o’clock as part of the invitation. By their admission, they were eager to get started. By seven-thirty we had a condo full of people. Elsa and I made it a point to meet and welcome everyone, and to check them out. I heard her explaining about the NDA to a couple of people at the door.

Steve introduced us to his new friend KC. She was not only nice she was hotter than sin. I wanted to make love to her on the spot, especially after I discovered how nice she was. I resolved to find some opportunity to interact with her later. I think she had the same idea about me because she kept gravitating into my conversational circle and kept wanting to touch me in subtle ways. We spent some time inside each other’s personal space, and then enjoyed a long lingering kiss before I went to meet some other friends.

That kiss was like liquid honey it was so wonderful and sweet. KC’s lips were succulent and made my mouth water for more. Our eyes met, and we couldn’t rip them apart for the longest while.

Margo and Andy arrived with another couple from their neighborhood, Don and Edie Gowan. Don was a laid back guy who I learned traded things: buy low, sell high. He’d started in college with things kids needed in the dorm, and had grown from there. He’d moved up to big-ticket items like commercial airplanes, ocean going yachts, diamonds, and even construction equipment. He dealt with churn, and often didn’t even see or take possession of the things he traded. He did comment that margins of several hundred percent were not unusual in his work. I liked him immensely, and that had little to do with hot little number who was his wife.

Edie oozed sex appeal from every pore of her body. She was a pixie like Melanie, only had another two or three sizes upward and outward for her tits; they were a major attraction and I resolved to suck on those babies for a long time later in the evening. Edie had a cute disposition, red hair, and she confided in me that she wanted to fuck all the men before the end of the party. She asked, “By the way, when is the end of the party?”

I smiled, “How about when you say it is?” I used a finger to stroke down her neck and into her cleavage.

Edie grinned back. “Oh, then I’ll meet my goal for sure. Maybe I’ll even go around twice. I’ll be seeing you later, for sure.” She ran one of her fingers up my thigh and across the burgeoning lump in my pants. I liked Edie too.

The other new couple was Jon and Amber Chambers, who were friends of Ryan. In introducing me to them, he explained in a low tone, “They live in the Broadhurst condo downtown near here, and they’ve got a growing number of swingers in a club they’ve put together in their condo building – almost the whole building. I thought they’d fit right in tonight.” [Author’s Note: read my story Condominium for more on Jon and Amber, and their condo friends. Another version of KC, Don and Edie appear in my story Paradigm Shift.]

I studied Amber for a minute. She was giving off ‘I’m available’ signals, especially in my direction. She wore sexy heels, knee socks with little bows on them, a micro skirt that looked almost like what a parochial school girl might wear, a school tie, and sported a white blouse through which her dark areolas showed. She had her hair in two pigtails to make herself look younger. Together with her makeup, she was an invitation all by herself. She explained about sexual cosplay to me in a coy way, and all that did was make me want to fuck the little schoolgirl she pretended to be.

Amber heard the interchange with Edie and gave me a wink. I smiled back at her. I said, “Well, we definitely should get together later.”

She commented, “Well, Ryan said that you were a ‘must do’ for the night, so you’re on my dance card already. I think we’ll be teaching each other some new tricks.”

The last to arrive was Tom Power. He flew in from Silicon Valley that day, working on the plane as he explained. He had blocked off Monday with me, Andy, and several others at headquarters to accelerate moving the Nanotech business to a new level. Every time I talked to Tom, I liked him more. After this endeavor, I could see moving him to something more challenging and rewarding for him.

The four men from Devil’s Throne mixed well with the other new comers. I actually had to congratulate my four girls for picking up some winners in the club. I knew there could be some real assholes out there. Sheila had told me in confidence about the altercation at the club that Cindy and Elsa had quickly put an end to with some of the assholes. I didn’t confront either of them with what I’d learned, but I did talk to Lucas about beefing up the security on each of the four women who comprised my inner circle, especially when they went out socializing. I also reminded Elsa that she had to have security when they were on the prowl or even just shopping.

I glanced around the condo from the foyer and did a headcount: eleven men and eight women. I’m sure that the women liked those odds. I chuckled; there’d always be a willing and ready cock available when the sexy part of the evening started.

The bar was open and self help. Everyone seemed happy and with drink and snacks for the first hour. There was a good intermixing of old and new people. I noted how Cindy and Elsa hovered around to make sure the new people got included in conversations and that people had bridge lines to talk to others. They were expert at that. I learned something watching them work the party and network with the other. I wondered how they’d learned those rare social skills.

Barnes was on duty for the early part of the evening. He, Elsa, and the other women put out the food about eight o’clock, and got us started on a buffet line. People stood or sat around eating and the buzz of happy conversation filled the condo.

Melanie was giving tours of the condo, only she’d disappear for long stretches of time and return looking slightly rumpled with her hair messed and in need of combing. I guessed that only happened when she was with one of the new men.

After the food was put away, Elsa put on a dance mix in one corner of the living room. She grabbed Jon Chambers, and got several other couples starting to dance. I noticed that the core group of dancers also included Cindy, Melanie, and Sheila. I decided there was a conspiracy in play. I found KC at the bar and asked her whether she wanted to dance; she gave me a hopeful look and said, “Oh, yes. All night long.”

KC melted into my arms, and the next I knew we were hugging and kissing, and then French kissing, and then I had my hand under her top feeling her tits as she humped my thigh. When I glanced around at the other dancers, they were in much the same situation. Looking further afield, I saw some of the sideliners making out and fondling each other as well. The trajectory for the next part of the evening seemed pretty clear.

I said to KC, “If I do something you disapprove of please let me know.”

She kissed me hard, “I doubt you could do anything I would disapprove of except ignoring me.”

KC’s top flew off joining Elsa and Cindy’s on one of the casual chairs in the room. My shirt was quick to join the pile, and then KC teased me by rubbing her pert erect nipples across my chest. We continued to kiss, and then I felt her hand massaging the front of my jeans. We kissed a little harder with some added ferocity and ardor.

I asked KC, “Public or private setting?”

“Don’t care. Public might be fun. How much of an exhibitionist are you?”

I smiled, “A lot. I live with four women. We’re always on display for each other. We even do little shows for each other.”

KC grinned, “Oh, I like the sound of that. If you ever want more steady players I hope you’ll think of me.”

As we’d teased each other, I had undone the zipper and button that held KC’s skirt in place. Suddenly, as we were swaying to the music her skirt dropped to the floor. KC stopped and looked at down at it around her ankles in mock horror. She put her hands on either side of her mouth and said, “Oh, dear. My clothes seem to have fallen from my body.” She had been commando, so stood before me nude, except for her sexy spike heels.

I bent to help her step away from the skirt, and as I did I kissed her mons, and ran my tongue across part of her slit. She had a small landing strip of pubic hair to give some definition to the landscape. I liked that.

When I stood, KC put both arms around my neck and plastered her body against me. In a large mirror on the wall, I could see us. KC not only had great breasts, she had an ass to die for. I guessed many of the other men were salivating at the sight.

After we kissed some more, KC fussed with my belt buckle and pants zipper. I helped her, and soon I joined her in our nudity. I’d also gone commando at the suggestion of my four bedmates. They invoked the Boy Scout motto: ‘Be prepared.’ Apparently, elimination of underwear put me closer to that goal.

KC trapped my cock between her legs, moving it with her hands until my rapidly inflating shaft was snug against her moist slit. We started to dance again, swaying to the music. We were making subtle to and fro motions too, sort of faux fucking without actual penetration.

Only a couple of feet from me, Elsa and Jon were also nude and doing what we were. Cindy and Don were rapidly shedding their clothing. Melanie was in the darker corner on her knees sucking on Ryan’s long cock. Sheila and Tom were undressed down to her thong and his briefs, and obviously teasing each other. Along the sidelines, I saw Andy lowering Edie onto his already hard cock. Next to them Carter was about to mount Amber while Mike sucked on her magnificent breasts. This was turning out to be a fun evening for everyone.

After a sensuous bout of kissing and rubbing together, KC said, “I hope you love to eat pussy.”

I snorted because the statement came out of left field without preamble. “I love to eat pussy. Do you want some testimonials?” I reached out and tapped Elsa on the shoulder.

Elsa turned and looked at us with a smile. I said, “Elsa, am I any good at eating pussy?”

She swooned somewhat artificially, “Oh, God. If he were any better at it, he’d kill us all. Ask him to give you The Experience. It’ll ruin you for all other men, and leave you with a terrible case of passionate love for one man.”

KC turned back to me, “Oh, with that said, I hope you don’t wait all evening to start things. I’m already up to boil. Why don’t you see if I can pop? This party was all I could think about for days before. I tried to find out about you on the Internet but there’s little out there about your personality; it’s all about your business prowess, but that was very interesting too. You’ve built your company into such a powerhouse of experts and diverse products. That was nice to know, but I wanted to know more about you as a man.”

I felt mildly impressed that she hadn’t mentioned my wealth. She wanted to know what I was like as a person – a man. Further, she thought enough about things to do some research.

I led KC to a love seat that had been pushed against the wall. We pushed aside some clothing that had been tossed on it, and I had KC sit and slide forward as I knelt on the floor in front of her. No one seemed to pay us any mind.

She spread her legs at my urging, and I dove face first into KC’s pussy delighted in the taste and aroma of her love box. She was already wet and nearly to the point of dripping, but I lapped those fluids away in a few seconds and that brought on more for me to savor. I worked her over for a five minutes and her first orgasm over took her. She looked at me in awe because it hadn’t been expected.

I added a couple of fingers and focused on fingering her G-spot and clit, and that brought on another orgasm. Soon, I had four fingers in her, and then I pocketed my thumb in my palm and worked my hand inside her as I continued to lap and lick in the right places. My other hand romantically stroked the rest of her beautiful body, often focusing on her full breasts. She was watching me with great interest and later I’d learn utmost affection.

Another climax rippled through her, a little more intense than the first two, and then I got down to serious work. I found her A-spot by trial and error; she was easy and gave up signals that I’d found the spot without even knowing it.

I focused on her as I moved my other hand seductively to other erogenous zones. KC was crooning out her appreciation for the wonderful feelings I was giving her. After about five minutes, her body shifted into overdrive. KC’s body started to arch and push against my fist and the fingers inside her, she started to talk almost gibberish as her brain started to overload, and the fluids gushed from inside her. She was starting to orgasm in a huge way.