Swinging Family

The other day I was again in a swingers club. There, in the "Blue Grotto", there is a dark room. After some time, I first saw several couples and then some solo ladies disappear into it. So I peeled off my body and followed this horny bunch. When I entered the room it was still relatively quiet, so people were still generally looking for a partner.

I slowly groped my way through the darkness and soon came across a graceful foot, which I began to gently massage. Since she seemed to like it, I started sucking her big toe. Her soft moans encouraged me to continue, so I slowly slid my tongue and lips and hands up her thigh. As if in reward, her tight thighs parted more and more, and her moans grew louder.

I thought I could tell from the sound of her moans that she was just enjoying sucking a cock.

My fingers had made their way to the top of her legs and found a shaved and wet pussy into which I immediately stuck two of my fingers. When my tongue reached her clit she bucked, I heard a man moan loudly, felt her hands pressing my head into her lap and she called out: “Yeah, lick my pussy: oooohh that feels good; firmer, more fingers: play with my tits mmm-hh.” I grabbed her tits with my free hand and took turns working her thumb-thick, hard nipples. Then I lifted her legs, put my cock between her labia to stimulate clitoris and cunt at the same time, and took her nipples into my mouth. When I bit down lightly, she cried out, her abdomen jerking wildly, flooding my cock with her cum.

At that moment there was no stopping me either and I squirted my hot juice all over her body in three or four spurts.

Then I heard her whisper: “I want to feel you deep inside me. Let's go somewhere else, there are condoms". Naked as we were, we first sat down at the bar and drank a glass of sparkling wine. "My name is Oliver," I introduced myself. "Nice, Charlotte.

We already got to know each other.” she said, looking at her body and we started to laugh. "Speaking of which," I asked, "don't you want to wipe that off?" "No, I like that. They're like trophies," Charlotte said. Armed with a glass of sparkling wine and massage oil, we romped around the various playgrounds all night. "Oliver, tell me, would you like to come with me?" Charlotte asked when we were thinking about leaving at around half past five. "Of course!" I answered, because Charlotte looked extremely good at 28 years old, didn't have a steady relationship and I was madly in love with her.

When we got there, we ate a little something and went to bed dead tired.

"Charlotte, I've fallen in love." I whispered in her ear. "Yeah, me too," she murmured, and we fell asleep snuggled close together. The next morning I woke up relatively early, went to the toilet and decided to take a shower. Just as I was about to wash my cock, the door opened and a girl entered the bathroom, I guessed her to be 16 +/-, wearing a thin extra short nightgown. "Oh, am I interrupting you?" she asked in surprise.

"No, I met your big sister (I decided) yesterday and she invited me," I replied. A strange "Aha" and a mischievous smile were the answer. Completely uninhibited, she lifted her shirt, sat down and began to pee. The bathroom was arranged in such a way that I could look right into her crotch.

A wonderful sight her neatly trimmed triangle and shaved labia, and to top it off her pee. My cock erected painfully fast, sticking out of me rock hard and throbbing.

When she was finished, she took off her nightgown and came to me, "May I touch it?" she asked, "Why not, but what's your name? My name is Oliver.” “My name is Isabella, and I've never seen anything like that live before.” she answered. Isabella's hand closed carefully around my hard member. "You're big!" she marveled.

"It's not that big, but it's rich enough to make women happy." I said. Fascinated, she massaged my cock, I pulled her into the shower and asked: "May I too?" "Yes, please." She breathed almost absently. I let my hands wander over Isabella's shoulders to her cute breasts. A little small for 16 but nice nipples I thought.

A hand slid down her back to caress her bottom. At that moment the door opened and Charlotte stood in the bathroom. I looked at her in shock, "Go on, I see you've already met my daughter Isabella." Daughter??? then she can't possibly be 18 already, it shot through my head. I must have made a horribly stupid face when they both started laughing. Charlotte did her morning toilet, I turned off the shower, dried Isabella and me and the three of us went into the bedroom.

“How old are you actually?” I asked Isabella. "I turned 16 last month." I got the reply.

"Wait Charlotte, then you were 16 when you got Isabella." I said. "Right!" Isabella stated and began to deal with my limp cock again. Charlotte gave me a big kiss and started to tell: “I have always had a good relationship with my daughter. I brought up Isabella in an open-minded way, just as I know from my mother.

By the way, my mother is only 40 years old. When Isabella got her first period at 13, she knew everything there was to know. Mostly theoretical, but also some practical. For example, I never stopped jerking off when she came into the bathroom.

And I think when I was 12 she watched me naked watching porn with a friend.” “Oh yes, I couldn't see much, but when her friend was away we cuddled a lot.” Isabella interrupted her mother. My hands caressed the bodies of both of them. “For her 15th birthday, Isabella wanted a man from me who would introduce her to physical love tenderly and lovingly.

I could never have imagined that I would find you and also fall in love with you.” In the meantime, my manhood had swelled to its full size again and I concentrated my tenderness on Isabella.

"Close your eyes and relax." I instructed her. My hands massaged her tender breasts while my mouth wandered lower from her shoulders. I licked Isabella's apples and when I put her nipples in my mouth she purred like a kitten. Then I covered her stomach with kisses, she started moaning as I played with my tongue in her belly button.

Now Charlotte began to caress her daughter's body and my mouth wandered deeper. Isabella experienced her first orgasm when my lips laid on her cunt and my tongue penetrated her.

Now I bent her legs, knelt between them and pushed a pillow under her bottom. Charlotte turned around so that she could lick her daughter's pussy and support me. While I stroked my glans through Isabella's slit, Charlotte sucked on her clitoris.

Isabella's moaning got louder and louder and her abdomen bucked against my cock. Then I penetrated her and gave her time to get used to the new feeling. I slowly began to move inside her. Charlotte, whose help was no longer needed, sat next to us and masturbated wildly. It didn't take long for Isabella and I to find our rhythm.

I drove my hammer harder and harder into her hot, tight pussy, which Isabella seemed to enjoy very much. "Oh my god don't stop, jaaaahh, I - I'm coming, jiiiiiaaaah." She yelled and I felt amounts of her love juice trying to drown my cock. That was too much for me, with a loud "Mmhhhh, jeeeetzt" I shot my sperm into her flooded cunt.

After Isabella's second climax had subsided, I pulled my limp pleasure donor out of her throbbing lust cave. When Charlotte saw my cream running out of her daughter's pussy, she knelt between Isabella's legs and began to lick them dry.

Which gave Isabella her third orgasm and completely finished her. "Well, was it nice?" Charlotte asked when Isabella slowly came to her senses. "Oh yes! That was the best thing I've ever experienced.” Isabella enthused. “And it gets nicer every time, believe me. Did Oliver actually hurt you?” Charlotte wanted to know.

“Just a moment. The licking thing was a good idea. I would like to take revenge on you, Mom.” “It takes time. You've learned how to receive lust from a man, now comes lesson 2; give pleasure to a man.

You can now spoil Oliver, caress, kiss, lick. You'll quickly notice what he likes."Isabella crawled over to me, snuggled up to me and gave me a big kiss. Our tongues danced together while one of her hands explored my torso. After our lips parted, Isabella's tongue started playing with my ear.

"Mmmm, that's good. Nibble on it a bit.” I whispered.

Isabella was very teachable. When I felt her hand on my belly button, she was already sucking my nipples like she'd never done anything else. Now she was attracted to my cock, which was now hard again. First Isabella slowly stroked it with one hand, and then let her tongue follow.

Meanwhile, her hands scratched my balls. To be more comfortable, she sat on my torso and rubbed her wet cunt on my chest hair. The sight of her pussy, from which more and more lust juice flowed, made my excitement rise immeasurably. I began to caress Isabella's thighs and massage her tight buttocks, which she thanked me by taking my latte properly in her mouth, jerking the trunk vigorously and letting her tongue dance around the glans.

"I'm coming!" was the only thing I could moan before I erupted in her mouth. After the first splash, Isabella took my spitting device out of her mouth and I spread my cream over her face.