Girl on Girl: My First Time
by Debbie Tureski
My husband and I had just decided we wanted to swing. We'd hit one of those plateaux that often happen in good long-term relationships and we figured getting down with a cute couple would get our mutual juices going. I forget where we saw the couple's ad, but it said they threw monthly themed parties. We sent them a letter telling a little about ourselves (it was just before the internet explosion). We were really excited when we received their fat packet in the mail -- their party schedule and directions to their house. We picked a Sadie Hawkins party (over the toga party and the PJ party). Since my husband Frank's a really quiet dude, it gave me the perfect excuse to be the aggressor.
Between getting that email and Sadie Hawkins day, Frank and I talked endlessly about what it might be like. We told each other stories. I told him about how there would be three women for every guy. How two of them would drag him off and strip him naked. He would have his choice between pierced pussy and shaved pussy, large loose pussy and small tight pussy. He would be forced to come several times in the evening to keep everyone happy. Big breasted red-heads would beg to wrap their oversized lips around his fat cock and blow him. Tight, college coeds would put their perky breasts in his face and beg him to suck them. He'd have women on their knees, women bent over his lap, cunts up, legs splayed. There'd be just so much pussy all around him the air would be thick with the smell of them, like a fish pier. Though Frank's shy on the outer layer, he likes as much raunch as the next guy.
After I primed him with these stories, he'd prime me with his own -- there was one about an orgy, and how we'd go from couple to couple watching them screw. It would be like the best porn, seen up close. I could watch the guy's dick ease into the lady's hole, her thick cream oozing out around it. Another couple, the guy'd be slamming into her crotch, I'd watch his balls slap and slap against her upturned ass. Young jocks would kneel in front of me begging to eat me out, peeling me open with firm fingers and bulging arms. Forging deep into my cunt, like gold diggers, licking me all over. Both men and women would be waiting in two long lines to lick my breasts.
We talked of threesomes, foursomes, pig piles and Twisters of naked arms and legs and pricks and mouths and holes. Ah, anticipation.
Finally, the night of the actual party arrived. Since we knew our fantasies would be hard to live up to, we now started talking ourselves down with a story in which everyone was over sixty and toothless. They'd all be desperate and obsessive, chasing us through the house like body snatchers till we ran out the door and drove away. By the time we got to the party location, we were somewhere between fantasy and horror. And that was just right.
The couple running the party, Greg and Maggie, were in their late forties. He was charming, very down to earth; she was bubbly and sweet. They charged something like $35 to get in the door, but they provided all kinds of little eats -- Swedish meatballs to brownies. Since we were new, they led us past the kitchen and pointed out the food before taking us down to the basement. Even when it's not your first time, you can't help scoping out the crowd as you go through -- anyone sexy here? Does anyone turn me on? If you see someone attractive, you start to undress them. Does he have hair on his chest? How thick is her pussy? Does he have huge meat? Is she the type to get dripping wet? I had never fucked or even fooled around with a woman. But I was feeling lusty and very willing. I wanted to have a pair of someone else's tits in my face. But once I got myself all worked up like that, I suddenly started feeling self-conscious. Then I wondered, What do they think of us? Do they think we're too green? Do we fit in? Is anyone scoping us out with lust in their eyes?
Downstairs our hosts had provided coolers full of beer and soda, the odd bottle of wine, and chips. Some people had also brought coolers of their favorite beer with them. They said that anyone who wanted could help themselves to their stash.
There were about 40 people in the house, but several of the couples seemed to have already paired off, standing so close they touched each other's mates. Frank and I whispered to each other. "Does she go down on him?" "Will that woman get fucked by both guys?" "Do you think they do DP?" To us, these couples seemed like real swinging pros. And more than once Frank and I wondered if coming to this thing had been a mistake.
Greg and Maggie started the organized part of the party with a little break-the-ice session. Introductions. Two very talkative young couples and a no-nonsense young woman, all in their late twenties or early thirties, seemed to know everyone in the place. They were the ones who had brought their own beer and they passed beers around with great extravagance. In the introductions we learned they were from the nearby military base. Then came all manner of "regular folk." Teachers, contractors, health workers, construction workers, truck drivers. Some of the couples had been coming to Greg and Maggie's parties for four years. Frank and I introduced ourselves as newbies. We stated that we were looking for couples like ourselves (there were about 3 single ladies and maybe six or seven single guys) and weren't exactly sure what we liked and didn't like. Maggie said that if we simply wanted to hang out and chat all night, that was cool too.
Then we played some goofy games, meant to be goofy to kind of put everyone at ease. Since it was ladies night, the ladies got to pick out guys -- someone they didn't know -- and have them answer trivia questions or strip. Like truth or dare without the truth. Eventually, most of the guys in the room had a shirt off or sat in their briefs or boxers. One woman had chosen Frank. When he missed the trivia question, she made him take off his shirt. It kind of turned me on to see him sitting there shirtless at a public party. I was liking the whole swinger environment more and more. Then it progressed to where the women could volunteer to strip if the guy got the question right. So women were in bras or slips to match men in their briefs and boxers, and then Maggie sort of called the formal part of the party over.
Before they left Frank and me on our own, our hosts took us around to the rooms. There were two "general use" rooms, one brightly lit with music playing and a busy pool table, the other, the room where we'd played party games, softly lit, more like a long parlor, with couches, coffee tables and arm chairs. Then there were bedrooms. Five of them. Each carpeted and outfitted in a different color -- pink, white, pale yellow. Bed spreads and curtains to match. Night tables with small lamps, tissues, lube packets, and condoms on them.
Frank and I were in awe -- just to be in this large, suburban home of a couple so willing to accommodate perfect strangers and adult play. We planted ourselves nervously on the couch, hoping we wouldn't be considered "wall flowers." The couples who knew their way around the place circulated, chit chatting with everyone. They approached us to welcome us and sort of helped us feel more comfortable. Still, we were really stiff, constantly whispering to each other, should we get up and walk around? Was it good etiquette to watch the people in the corner stripping, pawing, and tonguing each other?
The military couples sitting across from us were funny and lively, talking about adventures in Germany and the like. So we stuck to them like adhesive. And as other people passed by, Frank and I compared notes in whispers:
"I'd do that."
"Nah. What about her?"
"She's not bad."
"I'd have to be pretty drunk to do him."
And so forth. The two servicemen suddenly looked up from their stories; in fact heads were turning everywhere. I twisted to my left and saw why -- she was about thirty with blond hair falling in soft curls to her collar bone. She had a peachy pale face, adorned with deep red lipstick and pale blush. Tall, leggy, lean, wearing a simple but pretty outfit, pink sweater over a sleek, black satin skirt. Frank and I turned to each other and said at the same time, "I'd do her in a second."
[To be continued...]
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