Bisex Cuckold #12: house party
Sam had been invited to a swingers party, where naturally she'd be the one doing the swinging. It was taking place at an old, sprawling farmhouse with at least a dozen cars outside already when we arrived. One of the hosts, a blonde easily in her late 50's, her ample bosom spilling out of a corset in all directions, showed us to a small bedroom where I was told to “get my kit off and get comfy on the chair”. Sam tied my hands to the backrest, pecked me on the cheek and blindfolded me with a stocking, confirming as she did so my suspicion that I’d been brought along as a blowjob giver, as well as so she could have a drink.
I could hear more arrivals downstairs, and the party getting into full swing. Eventually, footsteps approached across the wooden floor. I sensed someone standing over me, and a hard, warm, weighty feeling dick rubbed roughly against my face.
I dutifully opened my mouth as it's helmet brushed my lips. Two hands went to the back of my head, and my mouth was filled with manhood. I couldn't judge length, but it was thick - I stretched my lower jaw open as far as I could to accommodate him, and he forced himself into the back of my throat. No finesse with this one, I could barely move my tongue - as he withdrew and thrust forward with a grunt, it was obvious this was just going to be a case of getting skull-fucked.
For the next few minutes, I mostly just tried to breathe while this impossibly thick schlong pistonned in and out of my gob, forcing me to making gurgling, gagging noises which it's owner seemed to greatly enjoy. As he got closer to cumming, he kept ramming it in as deep as he could and holding my head down, forcing me to retch. By the time he began seeding me, my eyes were streaming under the stocking and his jizz mixed with the taste of bile already in my mouth. He seemed to cum for an age, gasping as finally his thrusts slowed, and I was choking on his cum as much as his cock.
He pulled out, and I heard him leave. I had mostly recovered, when two voices entered the room, a man and a woman. There was a muttered discussion, I caught "no, I don't mind!" Then, movement beside me, and a very polite voice said: "excuse me, I hope you don't mind, but my husband's holding his cock in front of your mouth." I opened it, and a more sensibly sized cock head slid between my lips, pausing when I ran my tongue down it's frenulum. He entered my mouth a little further then drew back, my tongue flicking over his jap's eye, then pushed his dick in further, almost as if easing himself into a pussy. After a few thrusts, he was in up to the hilt, my mouth round the base of his cock, his helmet in the back of my throat, all in all the perfect size for a giving bloody good sucking. I moaned in appreciation, as his wife's fingers circled my dick and began gently wanking me while I worked her husband. His hands were on my shoulders as he thrust back and forth in my mouth, clearly in no rush to cum just yet. After a few minutes, the fingers gently tugging me off left my now raging hard-on, and I heard a gasp. "God yes!" He gasped. She chuckled, and close to my ear, said "he's always loved me tickling his balls when he's about to spunk."
My dick twitched helplessly as his thrusts became more urgent, my tongue sliding up and down him, his wife encouraging him to cum, and his first few squirts of warm, bitter semen flooded my mouth. I moaned encouragement, and swallowed as I sucked, wanting to take his full load.
Once spent, he left his dick in me for a few moments, gasping "superb, thank you!" Before withdrawing. They seemed a nice couple so I asked if they'd mind untying me so I could use the bathroom. The wife released me, but they'd gone before I'd got full use of my arms and lifted the blindfold.
I set off to find the toilet, stark naked and with an erection. Lovely house, old, lots of character. I passed a bedroom where mine host who'd let us in, had her face buried between the legs of a slim brunette while being shafted doggystyle by an older chap, possibly her other half. After the bathroom, I snuck downstairs to see if I could grab a drink without Sam spotting me. I needn't have worried, Sam was lying backwards over the kitchen table, naked apart from her stockings, legs spread wide, crying out as a bald guy with tattoos banged her vigorously. She was also blindfolded, probably with the other stocking, and her body glistened here and there with semen. I joined the three other guys crowded round her. One had just pulled out of her mouth and was wanking over her face while she giggled, jizz spattering her blindfold and cheeks. One was holding her hand round his cock, the third was rubbing himself on her stomach, which was already slick with spunk.
Hard as a pole, I thought of knocking one out over her unseen, but the guy who'd just creamed in her face had gone and her head was tilted to the side as she gasped from the size of the guy inside her. I put the head of my cock against her lips, and she greedily took me in, flicking over my glans with her tongue. Not giving up this opportunity, I put my hand gently on the back of her head and thrust into her warm, moist mouth.
It was heaven. Sam had only once, and briefly, sucked my dick one time when she was pissed and we were first dating. She'd learnt well from watching me, clearly. I pushed her onto me, feeling the back of her throat round my cockhead as she easily reached the base of my cock with her tongue, drawing it along my shaft as I withdrew to thrust into her again. "Oi mate, there's a queue" said the guy who'd been rubbing himself on her body. I wasn't going to need long, I usually only got relief from my own hand. I'd have loved her mouth round my dick for longer, but instead held her head and with a few final thrusts brought myself to orgasm, jetting my warm semen in Sam's mouth in spasm after spasm. "Come on, shift!" Said the guy rather testily. I was still cumming as I withdrew, leaving cum on her lips as I backed away and he put the head of his cock in my wife's mouth.
Walking back past the tattooed guy I saw he had shot his load, and was giving his fat dick a final rub on her pussy lips before relinquishing Sam to the next taker. It could easily have been the cock I'd choked on earlier, but it was impossible to know. I took myself back to my station upstairs, thinking it wise to at least replace the blindfold even if I couldn't retie myself to the chair.
A more or less clothed Sam came to retrieve me an hour or so later - thankfully, I was stroking a guy's balls while he came in my mouth, so she could hardly complain I'd been untied. "Get dressed, we're off. You wouldn't believe how much cock I've had tonight!"
I could hear more arrivals downstairs, and the party getting into full swing. Eventually, footsteps approached across the wooden floor. I sensed someone standing over me, and a hard, warm, weighty feeling dick rubbed roughly against my face.
I dutifully opened my mouth as it's helmet brushed my lips. Two hands went to the back of my head, and my mouth was filled with manhood. I couldn't judge length, but it was thick - I stretched my lower jaw open as far as I could to accommodate him, and he forced himself into the back of my throat. No finesse with this one, I could barely move my tongue - as he withdrew and thrust forward with a grunt, it was obvious this was just going to be a case of getting skull-fucked.
For the next few minutes, I mostly just tried to breathe while this impossibly thick schlong pistonned in and out of my gob, forcing me to making gurgling, gagging noises which it's owner seemed to greatly enjoy. As he got closer to cumming, he kept ramming it in as deep as he could and holding my head down, forcing me to retch. By the time he began seeding me, my eyes were streaming under the stocking and his jizz mixed with the taste of bile already in my mouth. He seemed to cum for an age, gasping as finally his thrusts slowed, and I was choking on his cum as much as his cock.
He pulled out, and I heard him leave. I had mostly recovered, when two voices entered the room, a man and a woman. There was a muttered discussion, I caught "no, I don't mind!" Then, movement beside me, and a very polite voice said: "excuse me, I hope you don't mind, but my husband's holding his cock in front of your mouth." I opened it, and a more sensibly sized cock head slid between my lips, pausing when I ran my tongue down it's frenulum. He entered my mouth a little further then drew back, my tongue flicking over his jap's eye, then pushed his dick in further, almost as if easing himself into a pussy. After a few thrusts, he was in up to the hilt, my mouth round the base of his cock, his helmet in the back of my throat, all in all the perfect size for a giving bloody good sucking. I moaned in appreciation, as his wife's fingers circled my dick and began gently wanking me while I worked her husband. His hands were on my shoulders as he thrust back and forth in my mouth, clearly in no rush to cum just yet. After a few minutes, the fingers gently tugging me off left my now raging hard-on, and I heard a gasp. "God yes!" He gasped. She chuckled, and close to my ear, said "he's always loved me tickling his balls when he's about to spunk."
My dick twitched helplessly as his thrusts became more urgent, my tongue sliding up and down him, his wife encouraging him to cum, and his first few squirts of warm, bitter semen flooded my mouth. I moaned encouragement, and swallowed as I sucked, wanting to take his full load.
Once spent, he left his dick in me for a few moments, gasping "superb, thank you!" Before withdrawing. They seemed a nice couple so I asked if they'd mind untying me so I could use the bathroom. The wife released me, but they'd gone before I'd got full use of my arms and lifted the blindfold.
I set off to find the toilet, stark naked and with an erection. Lovely house, old, lots of character. I passed a bedroom where mine host who'd let us in, had her face buried between the legs of a slim brunette while being shafted doggystyle by an older chap, possibly her other half. After the bathroom, I snuck downstairs to see if I could grab a drink without Sam spotting me. I needn't have worried, Sam was lying backwards over the kitchen table, naked apart from her stockings, legs spread wide, crying out as a bald guy with tattoos banged her vigorously. She was also blindfolded, probably with the other stocking, and her body glistened here and there with semen. I joined the three other guys crowded round her. One had just pulled out of her mouth and was wanking over her face while she giggled, jizz spattering her blindfold and cheeks. One was holding her hand round his cock, the third was rubbing himself on her stomach, which was already slick with spunk.
Hard as a pole, I thought of knocking one out over her unseen, but the guy who'd just creamed in her face had gone and her head was tilted to the side as she gasped from the size of the guy inside her. I put the head of my cock against her lips, and she greedily took me in, flicking over my glans with her tongue. Not giving up this opportunity, I put my hand gently on the back of her head and thrust into her warm, moist mouth.
It was heaven. Sam had only once, and briefly, sucked my dick one time when she was pissed and we were first dating. She'd learnt well from watching me, clearly. I pushed her onto me, feeling the back of her throat round my cockhead as she easily reached the base of my cock with her tongue, drawing it along my shaft as I withdrew to thrust into her again. "Oi mate, there's a queue" said the guy who'd been rubbing himself on her body. I wasn't going to need long, I usually only got relief from my own hand. I'd have loved her mouth round my dick for longer, but instead held her head and with a few final thrusts brought myself to orgasm, jetting my warm semen in Sam's mouth in spasm after spasm. "Come on, shift!" Said the guy rather testily. I was still cumming as I withdrew, leaving cum on her lips as I backed away and he put the head of his cock in my wife's mouth.
Walking back past the tattooed guy I saw he had shot his load, and was giving his fat dick a final rub on her pussy lips before relinquishing Sam to the next taker. It could easily have been the cock I'd choked on earlier, but it was impossible to know. I took myself back to my station upstairs, thinking it wise to at least replace the blindfold even if I couldn't retie myself to the chair.
A more or less clothed Sam came to retrieve me an hour or so later - thankfully, I was stroking a guy's balls while he came in my mouth, so she could hardly complain I'd been untied. "Get dressed, we're off. You wouldn't believe how much cock I've had tonight!"
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