28-Nov-2008

The Blackpool Fun House Grope Box

Blindfolded and strapped in by the wrists and ankles, she had no choice. There was a get out signal, but only I knew it and she knew not to give it unless the pain overtook her high threshold.
The venue was a swingers club, Midlands, UK. A couple of old town houses knocked into one large venue. You went up one staircase inside one building, and down the other side back to the bar, but half way up one staircase, where it turns and does a 180 turn was her cupboard, her favourite place. Anyone who walked around the building had to walk past her, male or female, young or old, fat or thin, white, black or brown, all past her on their travels around the building. The play rooms were at the top, the sauna and lounge on the middle floor, and the Jacuzzi and bar on the ground floor, so it made sense for everyone to be passing continuously in search of the fun at higher levels.
We’d always start the evening off with a soak in the Jacuzzi, cuddled up together, feeling each others nakedness as a prelude to the evenings fun. Often we were joined by others, the pool could take 20, and more often than not they’d position themselves within striking distance of her. Often hands would stretch out, hidden by the bubbles, in our direction, hoping to locate her legs, seeking out what all red blooded males crave to touch. She would blush and tense as they touched her, embarrassed because she could see them, worried because they weren’t her ideal partner, scared to show she didn’t fancy their attention. Her tensing was an indication to me to turn towards them and shake my head, getting them to back off and give her space. She’d relax instantly their hands were removed.
Once we’d had our soak, we’d retire to the bar, catch up with a few friends or just enjoying each others company after a long day. She always made me feel so good, here’s me, a 45 year old guy, and there she is, a slim, tall elegant girl of 23. Beautiful from her glistening hair, through to the tips of those slender legs. Her eyes sparkled with passion and mischief when we were together, her lips always seemed to hover in front of me, glistening and moist awaiting my attention. I’d found my soul mate and we just loved to have fun together.
Eventually she motioned that it was time for some fun. We drifted up to the lockers and pulled out our blindfold. It was the most important bit, without it the fun would never start, but with it then she never worried about who it was, what he or she were doing. We carried on to the cupboard on the stairs and she let the towel slide from around her waist. I pushed it with my foot into the corner then reached up to grab the first wrist restraint, hooked into the cupboard roof. Turning her to face inwards to the wall, I strapped her wrist in place. It had to be tight, she was too good at getting out of these, her slender hands and fingers almost matching the width of her wrists. First her right, then her left wrist, then, reaching down I pushed her legs apart to a distance of about a metre, and strapped them in using the leather anklets provided. She was now spread out, star like, half way up a busy staircase. I reached for the blindfold, squeezed between her and the wall, looked her in the eyes, smiled, made sure she reacted with our secret signal and pulled the blindfold over her head. Checking it was secure and no chink of light passed by, I held her hand for a second, squeezed it to reassure her, and stepped back from her allowing the fun to begin.
It always took some time to start. People were unsure as to what we were actually doing. Was I going to take her there and then? Were they to pass by and just admire? Or were they allowed to touch? People drifted out from the rooms above and below us. They could see us from both directions and they would instinctively stop and watch to see what was happening. I stood firm, keeping my distance from her, watching for any signal, and watching the more daring of the guests slowly work towards us. It always took about 5 minutes, but eventually someone had to walk past, either because of the build up of bodies on the stairs, or purely because they wanted to move on to their favourite rooms upstairs. And so, one would walk past, always slowly, taking in the site of this gorgeous young girl tied and vulnerable in front of them. More often than not the first one past never touched, they didn’t know our rules and the fear of upsetting a fellow guest made sure their hands stayed by their sides, but eventually one would. They’d look at me first as they passed, seeking permission from my eyes. It was always given, a slow bat of the eyelids that said ok, if you want to.
And so, they did. Often it was a stroke down the back, lingering over her buttocks, gauging her reaction before going any further. I knew what it would be. She always pushed back on this first touch, the anticipation from being stuck there for 10 minutes or so with no contact meant her entire body needed to feel someone. She’d arch her back, pulling her head back towards the ceiling, pushing out her butt to ensure the touch lingered for as long as possible. They’d be reassured by this and instantly turn their hand for the upward motion, moving in closer behind her, often kissing her neck for the first time as she arched back to meet them. Others would close in, like starlings after specks of food, they grew braver by seeing someone else’s success. Hands started to tour her body, seeking out her nipples, delving gently between her legs and thighs.
The more adventurous guys would suddenly drop to the floor, turn themselves and inch backwards, trying hard to get their heads between her legs, to tongue her juices and to delve as deep as they could reach. Her legs strapped to the boards didn’t allow for much access, but she always managed to sink a few inches however tight my strapping was, to give them an easier passage. Their tongues working furiously between her legs, trying desperately to be the one who brought her to that shattering climax, or being the one who explored elsewhere, teasingly tonguing across her arsehole, seeking a positive movement from her before exploring her more.
The ladies were always the best. One would see the activity and approach. The guys, all well trained in the swing scene would make way for her as she approached. Even the guys on the floor, heads buried between her thighs would sense someone new was getting nearer and slide out of the way to allow her access. Her hands would always be certain and positive, not like the wary approach of the guys. She’d go directly for the breast, sliding her hand under them and then upwards, feeling their weight and the tension of the skin. The palm would slide teasingly over the nipple, and at the same time she’d pull herself in, close enough to glide her lips over the shoulders and neck of my baby. Hands would snake around her body, covering the areas guys always seem to miss, her waist, her sides, her thighs running down to her knees. The ladies liked to move on quickly, they’d had their feel, their tease of the victim, but it wasn’t them in that cupboard and they sought to be the centre of attention elsewhere. They carried on upstairs, to find their own new playmates and to live out their own fantasies.
The guys always stayed, the race was now on. How far could they go with her, who’s touch would make her orgasm, could she take a little pain, could she take a lot? The men sought answers, and the only way of finding out in this situation was to try and to gauge the reaction. I saw her body start to buck as someone’s gentle stimulation on her clitoris brought the first tremors of a climax. I’d see it ebb away as someone tried rather abruptly to enter a finger into her arse, probably with a sharp nail, or without thinking to apply some saliva first. This was the fun for us. We knew each other so well, what worked and what didn’t it had become slightly predictable. We both knew how to achieve ultimate satisfaction without upsetting the other, but this was always so different. We never knew, nor could we know, what each of these strangers was going to try with her. One eventually would ease himself between her and the wall, standing up in front of her, his erection probing between her legs. He’d have to sink slightly, bending his knees to get the right height before penetrating and you could see the effort and pain as his legs, trying to work either inside or outside hers, started to cramp instantly from the unusual position. It would never last long unless they were young and extremely fit. The older guys, shorter guys, fatter guys never stood a chance and rarely tried this move, happy to just get a handful of flesh at some point, but the fit ones would always try. I’d watch her face as someone entered her, seeing her face fill with the possibility of unprotected sex with a stranger. She always knew I was watching and making sure it wasn’t, but with her hands above her, her legs tied open and her eyes blind to the world it was all down to the trust between us and I could see the uncertainty. Once in, she had no choice but relax and trust me, but those first few seconds were always electric. They’d thrust upwards, trying to get some rhythm going, but without her legs coming up to their sides it was always difficult for them and rarely did they last more than a few minutes. The pain and lactic acid building up in their thighs always took over from the impending climax and they’d have to pull out and stand tall again to regain the strength in their legs.
The clever ones knew what to aim for. Standing behind her there was no wall to worry about, and the natural arc of her body pushed her buttocks back ready to receive anything offered from behind. One would eventually rise from tonguing her arse, having lubricated it well and felt her respond to the touch. Maybe he’d explored her gently with a finger or two as he knelt between her legs, feeling her sphincter relax to his touch, maybe even hearing her soft groan as he eased into her. He’d stand, erect now from the thrill of the exploration, and gently ease his cock towards her arsehole, running it around the inside of her cheeks picking up all the moisture left by himself and others. Guiding his cock with one hand, his other would circle her waist and ease down between her legs, trying to ensure his manhood pierced the back entrance and didn’t slide forward into her moist pussy. Again, I saw her rise as the violation drew near, and then sink as much as possible as escape proved impossible. Her face would tighten, the muscles in her gorgeous neck would visibly tighten, and her hands would glisten white for a minute as she clenched her fists into a tight ball. And then, she’d relax to the inevitable. He was inside her and there was nothing she could do. His hand now moving back up to her clitoris, wet with her pussy juices, slid easily across her, manipulating that small spot of pleasure until her climaxes started. She’d start to buck on him now, driving up and down with the little amount of movement she was allowed. Her breathing would be sharp and intense, displaced every so often with a deep guttural moan. Climax after climax would drive through her body, each time starting a tremble from deep within that transferred through every muscle of her body. Dampness turned into a deluge of glistening female juice down the inside of her thighs. Guys heads seemed to be everywhere, lapping away at every bit of naked flesh, twisting round to suck on her breasts, bending down to lick between her thighs, hands stretching in over others shoulders just to feel her body as it bucked and contorted in front of them. The lucky guy behind leant backwards, thrusting every last inch deep inside her, ensuring she felt his full length and width before exploding deep inside her.
Slowly she’d had her fill. I sensed it well before the signal ever came, but I always allowed her to give it. She did, and I moved to her side, reaching up to place my hand in hers, to let her know I was there, and had been throughout. She’d squeeze mine, happy that I’d responded at the right time and been there for her. I’d indicate to the guys that it was over, and they would just melt away. By the time her hands and ankles had been released, not a soul was to be seen on the stairs, and I’d remove the blindfold. She’s blink for a minute and then turn to me. Seeking a reassuring lingering kiss, but also looking beyond me to see if she could catch sight of the men who had just taken her, but they were all well gone by now.
After a shower, we’d drift back to the bar, walking past the guy loitering outside a play room, saying thanks to the guy who let us down the stairs, smiling at the guy who gave up his seat at the bar as we approached, and then chatting to the barmaid who had a certain wicked glint in her eye. I knew, but she didn’t and doesn’t to this day!
Now we have our own grope box, and guys are slowly working out how to find us. Do you want to join in?

26-Nov-2008

Billiards in Blackpool Anyone?

Good looking, handsome even, but rugged, a whisper of stubble on his chin and that windswept hair. Young, 23, maybe 24 at a push, but worldly wise with that slight uncertainty of youth. His eyes, bright, watching every move, but not daring to be caught staring at her, flicked from the vision before him, back to the scoreboard.

Slender and youthful, she took her next shot. Giggling as the drink took hold and she miss-cued crunching the ball into the mushrooms. Back to zero, she fell forwards into the table in frustration, her skirt riding higher than before showing the roundness of her cheeks and offering just a glimpse of her engorged pussy.

We’d played all evening, from the moment he walked in to meet us, sharing the bottle of vodka he’d brought with him. Initially he’d not realised the view was for his benefit, too engrossed in learning the rules of this new game, to show of his manly skills and make an impression, but as he saw me look, so he’d followed my gaze and seen the sights offered before him.

She knew, and loved the attention. You could always tell if she wanted someone, conversation was easy, she loved the attention, she felt at ease and in doing so made everyone in the room at ease with her. My groin ached, not the normal ache I get in this situation, but the pulsing of the scar over the top of my recent operation, reminding me to take it easy. No fun for me tonight, but I wonder if he’ll take my place. I swallowed another shot of vodka, knowing I was breaking all the nurses’ rules, but I too wanted to be relaxed, to be involved.

She leant back after the next shot, just as he stood up from the seat behind her. For a split second her hand brushed against his trousers and I watched him redden as he saw I’d noticed. I closed my eyes for a second and grinned, showing him it was ok, that I was comfortable with the situation, that he had permission to go with the flow, where ever it lead.

The scoreboard blurred for a second as I looked up. I corrected my vision, fighting the mixture of pain killers and vodka that now filtered into my system. I knew I needed to lie down soon, but they were having fun and I didn’t want to miss a thing. He was lining up a shot for the front pocket, a winning shot if it came off, and she was doing her best to put him off. Standing to the side, she giggled as her hand slipped under the edge of her skirt, then moved gently in circles, hidden beneath the frills, leaving him guessing as to where and what it was doing.

He missed, and she roared with laughter. I jumped, my entire body twitched as I suddenly jumped awake again. I’d drifted off in those split seconds, but she’d seen it and moved quickly to my side. “Time to get you to bed Babe” she whispered in my ear, but all I saw over her shoulder was this young man gazing at her behind as she leant over me. He looked up, straight at me, his eyes asking the obvious question, and with out moving, without letting her know, I gave him permission.

With one of them on either side of me, they supported me down to our bedroom. I slumped onto the side of the bed, and gently she removed my shoes and socks, then my shirt and eased me back onto the bed. Slowly, painfully I lifted my hips and she slid my trousers and pants off together and gently pulled the quilt over me.

Relaxed now and warm, I felt the concoction of drugs and alcohol mix within me and the room gently started to spin. My eyes closed and the little yellow circle of light danced in front of me as my pupils chased it around.

I heard them whisper, she giggled softly and I heard her “sssh”. They didn’t want to disturb me, but my senses, blurred before lying down, now screamed out warnings throughout my body. I must stay awake, this is my fantasy, my dream, whatever you do, don’t miss out on it now.

I heard them both moving, then another giggle so I opened my eyes to witness what was happening, but the room now was pitch black and I could see nothing. An eternity passed, noises from the end of the bed indicated they were both still there, but I could see nothing. Then suddenly I felt the bed move beside me, the quilt over me pulling slightly as someone moved in to my side. I felt her warmth almost immediately, smelt her unique aroma and then felt her touch as she inched across the bed to my side. Her arm crossed over my chest, fingers brushing delicately across my nipple, her body moving up against mine and her long slender leg slinking over mine until her thigh gently nestled against the hairs of my balls.

She kissed the lobe of my ear, and stretching up slightly whispered to me that she loved me, before moving her face down into the nape of my neck. Her lips, dry against my skin, her breathe, warm and intense, the kiss, slow and loving as she slowly sucked against the neck muscles and my brain released a thousand endorphins rushing around my body.

I felt the bed first, the mattress tilting very slightly her way, as he lowered himself in behind her. She stiffened a little, slightly wary, knowing I was awake and this was new ground. I gently moved my head towards her, pulling her closer into me, indicating to her this was ok and I was happy with it. Just relax Babe, it’s alright, I’m with you and sharing this, you have my permission and if you’re happy with it, go for it.

Her hand slowly moved back across my chest, sliding downwards slowly as it went, across my stomach and just flicked across the tip of my erect cock. It didn’t stop like normal, no slow gentle tease tonight, but carried on across the top of my leg and then left me. I could feel the pull of the quilt against me as she moved her hand behind her towards him.

And now, all I had was the movements of the bedding, and her breathing beside my ear. I could feel the movements, slow, gentle, rhythmic as her breathing moved from that relaxed deep state to a more intense shallower pace of anticipation. Her hips, close and comfortable against mine, the slight bristle of the evenings stubble against the skin of my leg gave it away first. I felt her gently push against me, her clitoris squashed between us and warm and moist against my skin.

Her leg pushed out over me so slightly, and her breathing rate increase as he obviously started to explore her from behind. She moaned gently, softly, once again closing the gap between us as her body needs took over. The push of her hips against my leg started to take on a rhythm as his fingers explored her and then I heard his breath for the first time. A shallow, scared breath, almost darting through the darkness as if he wondered if I was asleep and that at any moment I would wake and cause a fight. Had he not seen my signal, had the events so far overtaken his memory? I needed to reassure him, so slowly but purposefully I moved my left arm to my side, breaking the lock between our two bodies, and then eased my arm under her waist, bringing my hand up across her gorgeous bottom. She pulled into me once again and within seconds his hand had found mine. He stopped dead in his tracks, and I could hear him hold his breath. This was the moment of truth, he’d been discovered and now came the decision.

My fingers reached backwards towards him, over the top of his hand to his wrist and gently I coiled my fingers around him and pulled him back in towards her. He sighed a long sigh and relaxed. My hand moved back onto her warm arse cheeks and I felt her start to pulse again against my leg. She was moaning now, her hips gently pushing forwards against me, turning slightly as she moved, giving him full access between her stretched limbs.

I could feel her arm moving against mine now, stoking his manhood beside me, teasing it the way she played with me most nights. Not a wank, that monotonous jerking of girls who seek to make guys cum quickly, but the loving stroke of someone content with the power in their fingertips, that loves the tease, and can wait for the final acts. I closed my eyes and imagined that touch, gentle across the hairs of his balls, working up along his length, running fingernails up his foreskin until they reached his glistening head where suddenly they felt like a knife cutting deep over the ridge and towards the very tip of his member. I wondered if he was damp yet, if any juice had crept from his tool or was he still dry ensuring the touch felt rough, jumping slightly as the finger traced out the folds of his skin.

She started to tense. I felt it first in her inner thigh, still wrapped over my leg, then her breathing, rapid now, short and sharp against my neck. The muscles throughout her body now contracted, and she pulled herself even closer still as the first waves of her orgasm slowly engulfed her. She pushed away from me now, moving her hips back towards him, and I felt her arm pull him in towards her, and she slowly groaned as he entered, a deep groan from her very core as he slowly filled each inch within her. His torso now pressed against the back of my hand, right up against her backside as he started to move with her. I could hear the moistness of her pussy, that slight squelch as he thrust deeper inside her, his breathing more intense now as the effort needed to match her movements grew.

She pulled against me once more, searching out my lips for that kiss, the one that is needed at the height of passion to make sure everything is ok. I willing gave her it, my own cock now stretched to near bursting point, every inch of my skin trembling with anticipation.

She obviously felt it within me, lifting her upper body up onto my chest, she manoeuvred him at the same time until they both were above me. My cock, now erect and firm against her moist mound, him kneeling behind, still deep inside her, still moving with her. She caressed my cock with her wetness, sliding up and down its length with her clitoris, her moist lips running traces of juice up and down my shaft.

I could feel his balls hanging below against mine, the hardness of the cock muscle, pulsing every time he moved in deeper again. She reached down between us, running her fingers along me, making sure I was totally ready, and then moved up and off him, moving my cock straight into the waiting hole before it even had a chance to close.

I’d never known her so wet, the normal friction of first entry just didn’t exist as she eased herself down taking in ever inch of me. She moved three or four times, right to the edge so the tip of my cock nestled amongst the folds of her pussy, then down, all the way down until our pubic bones crushed against each other and I could feel the hardness of her clit against me.

She reached down again, between our legs, just allowing her wrist to rest against the side of my cock as she guided him back in behind her. I felt it immediately, the tightening of her lips around my cock as her skin stretched to accommodate the rear entry that was now taking place.

She held her breath, it seemed like ages as she manoeuvred onto him, then slowly letting out air as she relaxed and her body crept downwards again. I could tell he was inside her now, I could feel his length pressing against mine as he gently slid deeper and deeper inside her. I lay still, he started to rock, I didn’t need to move as every time he pressed deeper she rose upwards on me, every time he moved out she sank back down onto me, riding me naturally as never before.

The intensity grew, as did the motions, her breathing now erratic and sharp, his deep and purposeful. Again I felt her legs tighten either side of me, she pushed down harder against me, pulled herself in towards me, chest against chest as she bucked. I felt her moistness below change from the smooth lubrication to that gush of juice just before orgasm, I heard him start to groan deeply, and felt his cock start to pulse through the wall of skin that separated the two of us, as he pushed deep within her, I felt the waves of cum shoot up his length and her pushing down as her pussy released squirt after squirt of wetness around my cock, pulsating along its entire length as she shuddered to a mind blowing orgasm and I felt the waves hit me as my own load violently left my balls and shot deep within her, hitting the very roof of her pussy.

I opened my eyes slowly, the daylight pouring in through the window was blinding. My eyes didn’t want to focus, but I realised this wasn’t my bed but the hardness of the bar seats. I turned my head to see the billiards table to my side, the cues standing up against it as if left in a rush. Slowly, carefully I sat up, the pain from my injury searing through my groin. I was alone. Three glasses stood half full on the table. Slowly I made my way towards our room, stumbling at one point over her carelessly discarded skirt in the hallway. She lay there snugly in bed, the quilt pulled up to her chin, gently breathing with a gorgeous satisfied smile across her lips. Again I tripped slightly grabbing the edge of the bed as I lurched forwards, looking down I saw a pair of black boxer shorts wrapped against my toe, looking up, she woke, smiled gently at me, winked very, very slowly, mouthed the words "Thank you Babe", blew me a kiss and closed her eyes again.