'Swingers Club Gangbang Sex Encounter'

Nigel from Gloucester tells us the story of his first ever swingers club encounter at a private swinging party event at a members club in Bristol. He discovers the joys of MFM threesomes with a teenage greedy girl! Read all about it...

My first time at a swinger's club was at a little hideaway in Bristol and I have to admit I was feeling a bit nervous when I wrapped that skimpy towel around me and went up to the bar. However a few drinks and I was feeling alright, chatting up a few girls near me who kept giving me little peeks of their nipples, but they didn't seem up for a shag and so I got knocked back the first couple times I asked one to go with me to a private room.

In any case I was feeling rather horny by then so I decided to wander a bit. I noticed a queue round back by one of the closed-up rooms and asked what was going on. The fellow at the end of the queue was an American and he said, "Train." It was not a term I was familiar with then and it must have shown. So he said, "A girl's running a train in there. Taking on all comers, if you know what I mean."

I added myself to the line just as two guys slipped out and one said, "OK, next two." It went on that way for a half-hour before the American and I got inside to find a peculiar scene. There was a girl there on the bed looking very pleased with herself and when I say girl, I mean girl, she could not have been more than 18. In a chair next to the bed was an older man at least 60 who was stroking himself and leering. "Get on with it then," he said, "my wife likes it from both ends." I looked from her to him and back and wondered if this was really his wife, or more like his niece or even daughter, but I didn't care.

I stuck my eight inch cock in her wide open mouth while the American and pounded her gaping pussy, and we got to it. I had never been in a spitroast so it was odd at first, but we soon established a mutual rhythm and I am proud to say that I outlasted the American before I shot my wad right down her throat. Well, so he lasted five minutes and I lasted six, it still felt like a million pounds. Then we both, at the husband's insistence, spent somewhat longer letting her play with our privates with her bare feet, something that left the old man chortling happily.

Of course I immediately got a drink and got back at the end of the queue determined to fuck her hungry cunt next time. And that was my introduction to the joy of true swinging at a member's only sex club, and I've now made myself a regular paid up member of the club. In fact it's where my wife and I met and we still attend up to five times a week. Yeah we know it's an addiction but it's a fucking good one, at least we're not snorting coke or spending the rent at the track, eh?

By the way, it turns out that the old man really was the girl's husband and not her dad, he just has problems getting his dick hard enough to fuck any other way and she was much obliging!