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Back at the Bareback Fuck Club

September 12, 2014 - A Fantasy by | Swinging
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Back at the Bareback Fuck Club

This is a sequel to my story “The Bareback Fuck Club”

After our initiation at the Bareback Fuck Club, our sex life has become so incredibly rich that we radiated such a joy in our daily lives that it was noticed by our friends and family. We would have loved to share what we've learnt, but only dared to talk openly to one other couple. “We are just very much in love” was the standard answer we gave our other friends, sometimes with a little wink – but that was about it.
The main change that occurred since we had been at the club was that we fully accepted our own and each others desires without feeling inhibited in any way. We also talked about our dark sides, desires and turn-ons that are not accepted in society, violent or shameful – and yet resided in our minds and dreams. We were not to live out those fantasies, but talking about them to an open and non-judgemental ear further increased the level of intimacy we shared.
Sex with others was strictly limited to our visits at the club. This was our rule. Another rule was that when one of us feels a desire for sex, he or she had to let the other know as openly as possible in the given situation, even – or especially – when we were in public places. When we introduced this rule, I had no idea how wild Marta really was. At many many occasions we were sitting in a public place and my lap happened to be covered one way or other, she would unexpectedly slide her hand up along the inside of my thighs and feel my cock grow as she gently grabbed and stroked it. She was incredibly skilled in unzipping me and setting my manhood free without moving the rest of her body which would give it away. The table cloth in a restaurant was often the only thing between my erect penis and the view of dozens of patrons. I loved waiting for food, pretending to have an innocent discussion with my partner. Of course I couldn't explode under those circumstances and Marta loved keeping me on the edge. Once, we were watching a movie in an almost empty house, I had an accident. I had to cover up my orgasmic sounds with some very weird coughing which caused several heads in the theatre disapprovably turn into our direction. Marta left her hand for a few minutes, and then withdraw it. She started to playfully lick every finger of her hand clean. In the light from the projector I could see the sticky substance stretch from her tongue to the tip of her finger. I only hope that no one else could see this.
Marta never wore underwear when we went for walks in the nature. We loved those strolls in the nearby national park. Unfortunately we live in the city and the park is very popular, so we can't just disappear in the bushes. However, I often sit down against the trunk of a tree with Marta in front of me, her back resting on my chest. Our backpack covering the view, my fingers would roam freely while we watched people pass by and whispering my dirty thoughts into each other's ear.
We got heaps of practice controlling our orgasms by playing in public. We learnt to spread the sexual energy throughout the body rather than focussing on that one spot. It gave us a heightened energetic state. In the bedroom, we further explored this by massaging each other (using loads of oil) and, after stimulating the genitals, directing the flow of energy to the heart using upward strokes and focussing on the breath.
One Friday night, we received an email from the Bareback Fuck Club, titled 'Are you ready for the 48 hr challenge?' We were very busy that night and only had to glance over it before replying with our application, which was very brief as this invitation was only sent to the regulars. Sunday night we learnt that we were accepted. The email said that before the actual challenge begins Friday night, we both had to avoid any form of sexual stimulation. No fucking, sucking, licking, touching, rubbing for the rest of the working week! We even had so sleep in separate beds. Well, we had signed up for it (maybe we should have read the first email more thoroughly), so we obliged. We had had some form of sexual contact every day of our life for the last years, so it wasn't easy. Especially on Thursday, when we were further instructed to spend the evening at home – fully naked. We tried to watch a movie, but our thoughts were somewhere else.
Then, Friday night came and we were both excited to see what was to happen next. When we arrived at the club, we were greeted with cheers. Another detail we had overlooked in the original email was that this challenge was taken by one couple only – and the rest of the club will 'assist' in its execution.
Marta was lead away by the dozen or so men in the club, while I was guided to another room by 12 pairs of female arms and hands. Still fully clothed, I was made sit on an armchair. Hands guided my wrists and ankles when I suddenly heard clicking sounds and found myself trapped in cuffs. I really should have read the fine print I thought. The girls then lifted the chair and carried me right in front of a shining steel pole – and the music started. The girls had disappeared out of sight behind me and the lights went off. Then I heard the sound of stilettos amidst the rhythm of the song and a spot light focussed on a terrific blonde dressed in a school girl uniform – one that looked real. I was raised in a country where we never had school uniforms, so I never really understood that fantasy. But that stark contrast between the innocence of a young girl expressed by her clothes and the matured sexuality expressed by her moves grabbed my attention. Even more so at the moment when her gaze was fixed on my eyes and she lifted her skirt, exposing a fully shaven vulva and beautiful fleshy labia – again a mixture of child-like and mature appearance. Her dance was the awakening of sexuality, lust and desire. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, she stripped off her clothes to show the full blossoming of her sexual being. As she was fully naked, the music changed to a very sensual, slow tune. She looked at me, and one small step after another, came closer to my chair. She slowly climbed on the arm rests, her face gently touching mine. Her full breasts stroke against my chest, then moved up against my face until it was buried in her softness. She stayed for a little while, before she dismounted and immediately got back on the chair, this time facing the other direction and fully exposing herself to me. Someone whispered 'no touching or licking' before she got so close to my face that I could breathe in her scent. I took in a lot of air, very slowly. At the same time I started feeling hands move all over my body – well, except for the area that was craving touch the most. The music stopped for a while as I drifted away in this sensual paradise.
The lights went off again and my wrists were freed – many hands took off my shirt and quickly tied me up again. The same happened with my ankles and I was now sitting in the chair naked, my penis standing up in full arousal. Next, I was witnessing two bisexual girls (none of the performers were professionals, I knew most of them from the club) quickly undressing, kissing and making out. This was real – I've seen them before enjoying each other's company. They brought in a number of toys – a double dildo and some vibrators and the girls made themselves comfortable on the floor. Then, as the show got really hot, the lights went out. What the f... The girls continued and I could hear very clearly every little moan, every kiss or slap. I listened to the dildo moving back and forth between them – then a vibrator and finally two. Their moans increased in intensity until they both screamed out their orgasms. That very moment, I suddenly felt the warm and wet sensation of lips and a tongue around the exposed tip of my erect organ. It only lasted seconds, not enough to make me release my sexual fluids, but enough to trigger bursts of energy firing up along my spine and all over my body. Many pairs of female hands helped spread that energy all over my body as I experienced this blissful state.
I was freed from my chair and lead to a bed, where my wrists and ankles were attached towards the corners, leaving me in a vulnerable position and unable to create physical stimulation. I was left alone for a while, giving me time trying to remember as much as I could from the email that started all this. The challenge was to be guided through a process where sexual energy is increased to its maximum potential. There will be phases of arousal and relaxation and avoidance of over-stimulation by switching between the senses and areas.
I was about to doze off when the door opened and 5 couples entered. The upper part of my bed was lifted, but otherwise nobody cared about me while I was watching them indulge in their various exciting scenarios of group sex. I knew the girls, and had I knew what it felt like having sex with them. Just seeing them in their indulgence brought back many fond memories of fucking, being fucked and states of incredible sexual bliss.
After quite a long time and a number of wild orgasms, the couples left the room and my bed was lowered. I was told that it was sleep time now and two of the youngest girls of the club entered the room, both nineteen years old. They loosened the straps which held the cuffs around my wrists and ankles so that I could move a bit – I was still unable to pleasure myself though – and cuddled up at both sides of me. The blonde to my right was quite voluptuous, her breast resting on my chest. The short brunette girl on my left side wrapped her thighs around mine and gently stroke my body. It took ages for me to fall asleep, long after the girls, who had been very active during the orgy sex and must have been tired. I wasn't aware of it at the time, but I was later told that while I was sleeping, they played back the moaning sounds that were recorded earlier that night. I woke up to the feeling of a very tight pussy sliding down my morning glory. As soon as I tried to intensify the sensation by moving my body I felt the cuffs being tightened again, preventing me from any attempts of thrusting. The blonde (Mary by name) remained seated on me in the reverse cowgirl position without any movement except for a milking sensation she was able to apply, demonstrating an incredible control over her vaginal muscles. It was just enough sensation to bring me close to the edge again. She stopped all movements as her brunette companion Jade positioned herself above my face, starting to masturbate wildly, just centimetres in front of my eyes. Her juices were flowing freely, dripping on my face. She penetrated herself with her fingers, rubbed and, at times, spanked her clitoris, groaning and moaning louder and louder as she built up speed. My cock was stuck as if frozen in Mary's tight cunt, keen to explode and release its tension, but skilfully controlled by of that beautiful girl. Jade was clearly approaching orgasm and Jade commanded me to open my mouth, just as the sweet tasting orgasmic fluids started gushing. I eagerly took it all in and my tongue was trying to get a direct sensation of the source, but I wasn't able to move my head far enough to reach it.
It was time to use the toilet and have a shower – so the girls freed my arms and legs from the bed. They were replaced by a spread bar that separated my legs and I was handcuffed behind my back. During the moments I was free from any ties I had an immense urge to grab one of the girls. throw her on the bed, spreading her legs open and pounding her with my cock that felt stronger and harder than ever before. I knew that I would have been kicked out of the club immediately and that thought prevented me from executing that plan.
The girls helped me with the shower, making sure that my body was thoroughly lathered and cleaned, with an emphasis on the groin area. Towards the end of the shower I was lowered on my knees and made bend forward so that they could thoroughly soap and clean my anus, giving me unfamiliar yet very pleasurable sensations.
I was lead back to the room I had slept in and was tied to the chair again. The lights went off and I was given breakfast. My sense of taste was heightened by the lack of sound, light and touch. The fruit tasted very sweet, the finger food was a divine mixture of meaty and vegetarian dishes with unfamiliar spices. The drink was an ambrosia made from freshly squeezed tropical fruits. It took a really long time until I finished.
“Time for a workout” I was told and they led me to a room where they must have put some hired equipment. I'm not going into the details of the machines I was put on, but I can say that I really enjoyed to be free to move. Of course there was supervision, I was completely naked, but any attempt by me to stimulate myself was doomed to fail. What made the gym workout stand out however was the big screen I could watch from every angle of the room which showed some of the most extreme footage from orgies that had been staged in the club, mixed with the earthy tune of African drums. The exercises were timed in such a manner that at the end of each workout, when my pulse and breath was the fastest, the movie would show the close up of an intense ejaculation, accompanied by loud grunts and groans, and eagerly accepted by the mouths of horny women. I don't know how long I was working out and have lost any sense of time. But I was totally exhausted and had lost a significant amount of liquid through sweating, the smell of which filled the room. After another shower I was allowed a nap (this time I was alone).
When I was woken up, I was surprised to be guided to the shower again. I was then lead back to my room, the spreader bar separating my legs, got down on my knees with my body leaning forward. My head was resting on a cushion and my hands were tied behind my back. The lights went out again and I heard a few steps behind me. Seconds later I felt the warm and wet feeling of a tongue caressing my anal opening, an area with a very high density of nerve endings. I was surprised how many different techniques there were, and each tongue felt different.
After succumbing to the intense pleasure of these sensations I was tied to the bed again. For several hours, girls took turns fucking me. too slow for me to cum, but exerting enough friction for me to stay hard.
I had completely lost the sense of time and I can't remember the sequence in which the elements of 'the challenge' were repeated over the next day or so, but I do recollect the last hours before the finale. I was tied to the bed, it was dark and girls kept touching me, sliding their breasts over my chest, rubbing their genitals against my thighs, burying my face in their tits, but leaving my hard and proud cock completely untouched. It felt as if my genitals had doubled in size. Loud, earthy music was playing and my mind entered its most carnal sexual centre. I had the vision of my penis as an erupting volcano, emitting unlimited amounts of semen from the depth of the earth into the sky, then raining down and covering the earth. More drums, the music intensifying I entered a trance like state as I was lead into the main orgy room, still in shackles.
In the middle, Marta was lying on her back, her legs spread apart. Men were touching her, focussing on her breasts and nipples, then stroking up her thighs, but avoiding the most sensitive areas as they moved upwards. She was uttering sounds of pleasure and lust and her body was mildly shaking. She was craving cock. I too was desperate for sexual relief. I had to give it to her. I roared and had to be held back by my shackles. She recognised my voice and shouted “FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!” My cock was hard as steel and I was ready to violently claim that woman, filling her craving cunt with my merciless rod, hammering, pounding both of us senseless.
I was finally freed from my ties and I ran towards her. But then something amazing happened. Centimetres from her, I suddenly felt totally calm, yet energised in a way I had never experienced before – and she was the same. I entered her calmly and slowly and we totally melted. The world stopped and we were gone – no words can describe this state. After a while (I had lost all notion of time) we were re-animated by jolts of electricity running through our bodies and we started fucking and screaming. I trusted, deep and hard. Marta clenched her cunt muscle around my fuck piston. Like an overheating steam boiler, the noise increased and we both started to shake and totally lose control, we were wild spasms and screams. Finally, the inevitable explosion happened. I squirted and squirted my load inside her. Towards the end, a girl stuck a helping, well lubed finger up my arse that stimulated my prostate and made sure that nothing was held back. The spasms got more gentle and finally stopped.
We had to be carried to lie down after we were finished.
Then, as if in honour of our performance, the guys formed a line in front of Marta and the girls were lining up in front of me. One by one, they approached us, said “Thank you”, and masturbated to orgasm for us to watch. Marta was getting covered in cum. And I was drenched by the fluids of our squirters. When everybody was done, Marta and I kissed and hugged, wet and sticky as we were.

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