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By *est-couple OP Man
over a year ago
Southwick (near Trowbridge) |
Student Swingers 2
Following the lust of that first night when we six teenagers first swapped partners we were, inevitably, eager for more. It was hard to keep our minds on our subjects in class, the more so as we might well be sitting next to someone we had fucked that night! Over coffee we agreed to meet in my student room – and the other two girls, who were in rooms close by, were to discreetly transfer their mattresses into there, to make one enormous bed on the floor!
You see, though the session we had enjoyed the night before was lovely, none of us felt satisfied – we hadn’t enjoyed everything that was on offer! So, at seven o’clock, we began to gather in Room 27B, the curtains of which were already drawn and the lights limited to a few shaded bulbs. This time we were a bit more organised because we knew what we could do, and what we wanted to do, and so the awkward silences were not going to occur. We had a couple of wine boxes from Sainsbury’s, so there was no need to stop and start opening bottles and no glass to get knocked over. The mattresses were laid out to make a large oblong and we had thrown sheets across them. The girls arrived first, and we sat down to make our plans for the boys’ arrival at 7.45. This being the age it was, Ruth and I had drawn on what we knew pleased the men in our life. With their tastes shaped young by Fiesta and Escort, stockings and suspenders were the rule to get a horny boy into bed and we had both used it to effect (though, admittedly, I had known only Bill’s cock and Jason’s, where Ruth had fucked at least four men since she arrived in halls as well as three more back home in London). Suzanne, though, had unimaginatively turned up in jeans and a sweat shirt. ‘Right’, I thought, ‘let’s strip her for action!’ A quick discussion between the two of us led to Ruth and I stripping naked except for our stockings and suspenders, much to the bemusement of the demure Suzanne. There was a token resistance from her as we turned on her and began to undress her. ‘Oh no, no, no, no – I’m not doing lesbian stuff! It’s disgusting!’ We laughed. ‘Get away – we’re getting you ready for your boyfriend… and mine … and mine as well. Suzanne finally stood naked in front of us, and watched as we rummaged in my drawers. A pair of American Tan stockings was found, along with a white suspender belt. ‘I don’t like to wear them while I make love’, she said, ‘it makes me feel like a slut…’ As Ruth pinned her friend down, I opened the package, took out the stockings and stretched them before rolling them up our fiend’s shapely legs. Ruth sorted out the suspender belt. ‘Right’, before you say anything Sue, stand here next to me – Ruth, on the other side.’ We faced the mirror. ‘OK, we’re the Three Graces’, said Ruth. ‘No, look at us – same height, pretty much the same build. Turn out the lights, and you can’t see who it is.’ It finally dawned on the two of them – ‘So we can change partners as many times as we want to, and no one will know who has been fucking who?’ ‘Correct.’ I hoped that the boys might not note that Suzanne had slightly chunkier thighs than us, and that Ruth’s pubes were finer than both of ours. One last though: ‘scissors!’ ‘Why?’ Sue’s bush is more ample than both of ours – trim it, girl, while I trim mine. Let’s try to get to the same quantity of maiden hair as Ruthy has.’ Five minutes with the nail scissors, some soap water and blade gave us, each, a neat triangle of sparse pubic hair indistinguishable in darkness. It wasn’t yet the age of the depilated dame – except, perhaps in the pages of Whitehouse or Park Lane!
Wine was d*unk, giggles and embraces had between us three girlies, and we turned off the lights at 7.40 to await our young lovers. At the first knock on the door I enquired who was there: all three. ‘Come in’. Falling over each other and onto the mattresses in the darkness, they entered. When they had recovered, only I spoke. ‘We are going to have some fun in the dark – and it will be a way of seeing how well we know our lovers and our friends. We aren’t going to say a word – though we might well pant and moan a little – and the same applies to you. Anyone who talks is out for the night. Now, we want you naked and sitting on that nice big bed. When you are ready, bang on the floor to let us know. Not a word. In the dark we moved silently about each other, in case the boys had worked out where I was in respect of the others. I felt Ruth’s fingers secretly caress my moist grotto and suppressed a giggle before we heard a bang, then another, on the carpeted floor next to the bed. It was time to meet our unseen lovers.
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