AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is the sequel to the story 'Ricky's First Swing Party'. I recommend you first read this first chapter before starting with this second one.
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A few weeks ago my friend Michelle awakened my slumbering sexual feelings. Until then I was the quintessential nerd. No play, no fun. I derived my joy from solving computer riddles and mathematical equations.
She invited me to their house, to enjoy the summer heat by the pool. At almost 23 she's nearly five years older than me and lives with her parents Shaun and Alice. I know her almost all my life because our parents are good friends from way back. But until last week just a friend. Now I see her as the active sexual being she is. She introduced me to the art of lovemaking.
Last week, at my 18th birthday, she made me into a man in the sense that she was the first woman to fuck with me. And her mother Alice was the second, on the same night.
In the weeks before my 18th, my parents had converted our basement TV room into a playroom. The big TV screen and sound system was still there, but now the room had a king size bed in the middle and big sturdy sofas along the walls. The adjacent rooms, which had no specific use before, were now converted into a large spacious bathroom and a massage room. The luxurious bathroom had a bidet and a large walk-in shower. The massage room had two massage tables, a cupboard with all the handy accessories and a vast supply of towels, and a generously sized washbasin. The entire basement had been converted into a private club of sorts.
My parents had told me how they had started a swinger's group with Shaun and Alice of like-minded people who meet once a month to enjoy each other in sexual encounters. And as I was reaching 18 they had our basement rooms converted so that they can now host swinging parties in our own house.
The group consists of some six couples, all from our town. There are two colleagues of my father Simon, and some close friends of June and Alice. This Saturday is the first swing party ever at our own house in the newly converted basement.
The festivities started with a barbecue in the garden. The summer heat resulted in all ladies wearing swimwear, and all men in swimming trunks. I fetched my camera again and took the opportunity to make photographs of all the scantily clad ladies. And because of the nature of the gathering nobody thought it strange that I also took close-ups of the tight butts, well-filled tops and very promising triangles. I took enough pictures to fill out a complete issue of Sports Illustrated.
"Hi Ricky boy, you love taking photographs I see."
"Yes mam."
"You're invited to use me as a model. Snap away at all the juicy details of the hot mom of one of your classmates! Yes, I'm Laura, Charlotte's mom! You probably never knew that I and Nick, Charlotte's dad, know your parents very well!"
"Uhhh, n-no," I stuttered.
"I know Charlotte likes you Ricky, and she's fond of you. She complains that you never respond to her advances. I understand you don't see all the female beauty around you..."
"Well Mrs, I'm afraid that was only true until very recently. I'd love to get to know Charlotte better!"
"She would love that, Ricky. But please call me Laura! And maybe you should wait another month before you get closer to Charlotte. She will be 18 in four weeks. You know what? We'll bring her to the next swing party!"
The BBQ was good, and the drinks were flowing generously. Jessica and Leo, the young couple that lived next door to Alice, Shaun and Michelle, were at first rather shy. But after some glasses of white wine Jessica was gradually letting her guard down. She giggled every time someone complimented her figure. I took a particularly smashing picture of this beautiful creature in her tiny polka dot bikini.
I showed it to Leo on my laptop after uploading the first pictures. He complimented me with my photography. Suddenly he started blushing when he looked at the last photo more closely. As I took a closer look myself, I noticed the picture was quite racy. It was obvious Jessica sported a bald beaver inside her bottom, for I had caught a formidable cameltoe.