Unknown - The swap club

Cindy sipped her beer quietly, her eyes closed and her back arching. I continued to look around the room as I absentmindedly fingered her. Denise and Alice had switched positions, with Denise now on top of a reclining Alice. Jeff was still being sucked by Bobbi, still fucking Jerry, same way as before, but perhaps more energetically, if possible. She was really bouncing and sucking now. The threesome had finished their mutual masturbation and had gotten more adventurous. Ted was stretched out on the couch, with Carol straddling him, his cock up her cunt. Bob had taken his pants off completely and was kneeling behind Carol, and was in the process of inserting his hard, red cockhead into her ass.

I looked over at the bar, and was surprised to see Debby and Dan still dressed and apparently talking. But a closer look revealed that Dan had popped a button in the middle of Debby's dress and one of his hands was working furiously at my wife's crotch. And Debby wasn't talking, she was moaning. One hand was gripping, white-knuckled, her beer bottle, as the other attempted, haltingly, to undo his buttons and zipper. She was less successful than Dan, as before she could finish with his pants, she grabbed his hand with both of hers and shook all over. Finally, she collapsed on the bar stool for a moment, Dan's hand still inside her dress and thighs, then she damn near ripped her dress off and sank to her knees before him. Dan popped open his jeans, and she wolfed down the erect cock before her.

My actions on Cindy had the desired effect. Eyes still closed, her back suddenly arched so hard she lifted off my lap. Gasping, she screamed, loud enough so that Dan, Denise, and Jerry looked over at us before turning back to their partners. I continued this pleasant torment for several minutes and then removed my sopping hand. Cindy sank back down on my lap, breathing heavily, and I had another drink. Then I set down my empty bottle and turned all my attentions to her.

Reaching down, I untied the ties holding the front together, and slipped the thin straps from her shoulders. She leaned forward and I stripped the dress from her pliant body. "Lift up a moment," I asked. Cindy, now wearing only her sandals, lifted off my lap, and I unzipped my pants and pushed them halfway down my thighs. As she lowered herself back to my lap, I reached between her thighs again, and guided my straining member inside her pussy. My cock, moments before uncomfortably lodged down a pants legs, was now quite comfortably lodged to the hilt in her hot, wet box. Cindy sighed in pleasure, and brought her legs together and crossed them at the ankles, trapping me within. I concentrated on pinching and rolling between my fingers her now sweaty nipples, as she unbuttoned my shirt. Her pussy kept up a delightful squeezing action around my trapped dick. By now I was completely ignoring the actions around us. After several minutes, she began to arch her back and straighten her legs, starting a bouncing motion which pulled at my embedded organ. God, I was going to have to teach Debby this one! I grunted heavily as we came together. Even afterwards, my now flaccid dick seemed imprisoned, wondrously so.

My cock rapidly lengthened again, and I thought that Cindy was going for a repeat. Instead, she waited to it was full length and throbbing, then uncrossed her legs and stood up. The swiveling action as she turned away almost made me come in itself. Then, facing me, she kissed my cheek and gave my engorged cock a playful tug. "Variety is the spice of life, sweetie," she said, and sauntered across the room. Oh, God! All I could do was groan with frustration.

Lucky me, Alice saw and heard my moan. She crawled over to me, leaving Denise to find her own man. "Looking for a good time, sailor?"

"A blow job would earn my eternal gratitude," I replied. She giggled and knelt in front of me.

"I'll remember that some day when I need my pussy licked," Alice responded. And then she bent to her task.

I had almost forgotten just how good a blow job Alice could give. Around us partners and patterns changed, but I didn't notice. Her tongue felt like a snake, swirling and twirling around my root. She sucked like I had stuck my dick in the vacuum cleaner. I thought blood would pop out, and I knew my jism would. She tugged my pants down my legs and off my feet, then spread my legs wide. Her long red fingernails scratched and caressed my aching balls. And all the while, her head was moving like a jackhammer. If it was possible, she'd be a sure candidate for fellatio whiplash. I came. Big time. It never even touched her tonsils, just pumped straight down her throat. She never gagged once.

Better than Debby? Maybe not. One of these parties I'd have to let them duke it out for the championship. Or suck it out, I should say.

By the time the first fevered frenzy ended, so did the movie. Ted slipped another flick into the VCR, and everyone settled back to quietly fondle and watch.

Now, let's face it. These things are not going to win Oscars. They're not 'Gone With The Wind'. I mean, they're not even up to 'Plan Nine From Outer Space'. After all, if these people could act, they be acting, right?

Still, there's gradations even among porn movies. The better ones have at least some level of plot, and a script consisting of more than just dubbed in moans. The cast has met certain minimum standards for physical attractiveness. And it doesn't look like Junior did it with Dad's HandyCam for a grade school project.

And then there was this bomb. How it ever saw the light of day, I'll never know. I'm not sure I want to know.

After about five minutes of steadily declining quality, several of the guys complained and demanded it be yanked. But, almost en masse, the girls loudly cried to keep it going. They were having a blast! They were laughing to bust a gut!

Now, I've often watched dirty movies with women. Debby and I rent one every couple of weeks, and watch it after the kids go to bed. Hell, we even made one once. But for us it was simply a form of visual foreplay. We'd watch and play with each other, and then fuck towards the middle or end. We rarely saw the entire thing.

The women were just shrieking with laughter! "… look! She can't even get it up…! Who moans like that…? Those aren't love handles, they're spare tires… he's got to hold it or it'll go limp…! Yeah, right, a bikini and an C-section scar… Christ, if they had put in any more silicone she'd fall over…"

For a second I thought it was just me. Maybe I was just too dumb to figure it out. But I looked around the room and met incredulous stares from the other guys. Without question, all the men had been transported to the Twilight Zone. And the women to the Comedy Club.

"… men are such pigs…! I wouldn't touch our mailman with a ten foot pole… that's not a cock, it's a mutation…! Who'd get a tattoo there…? Well, no wonder! She's so coked up she couldn't remember the lines with the script in her hands… and clapped up to boot…"

Thank heavens the abomination was as mercifully short as it was mercilessly bad. But all the women loved it. After a final rousing chorus of "Men are such pigs!" they trooped off together to the bathroom. The remaining six of us were left, simply staring at each other, with dicks and dignity wilting.

The party resumed shortly thereafter. And the wait was worth it. The girls had all washed up and redone their makeup and hair. And Alice had everyone strip, and had loaned them matching thigh top stockings to go with their heels. They were intensely eager by the time they came back. But they selected the films the rest of the night.

We got home around one or so. I paid Jenny and watched as she crossed the street and went home. When I came back in, Debby had gone upstairs. I did a fast check on the house and followed her. Didn't find any evidence of 'studying'. Maybe I was wrong. Or maybe not. What would constitute evidence?